Author’s Note: Chapter 2 had 1,000 views and 22 “likes”. A success rate of 2%! Pretty pathetic if you ask me. I better improve my writing skills!
The Gymnasts- Chapter 3
For Lori and Piper the days leading up to their wrestling matches were forever filled with excitement and anticipation. They were always nervous, but it was a fun sort of nervousness. However, this, their fifth match, wasn’t really to be a match at all anymore and much more of a fight, and so their emotions had markedly changed. The nervousness was there as usual, but now it was coupled with a degree of fear. Each wondered how they would do in an actual fight with another woman. Could they take being hurt? Could they actually attempt to hurt their opponent? Was it really what they wanted? The fourth match had been rough, for sure, but this was something completely different. The goal now wasn’t so much to make the other woman just submit, it was to hurt them along the way. Both of these small, strong women were wondering what they had gotten into.
When they met at The Cabin, they were still cordial to one another, but less friendly and much more business like. As they stretched facing one another from across the room there was one striking difference. Piper, more comfortable about her body, had already stripped down to just her navy blue boy shorts, while the more modest Lori kept all her sweats on, delaying as long as possible revealing her body. Only when the stretching was over, did Lori strip down, revealing the pretty maroon boy shorts she had selected for the fight, and her wonderful tits.
These women were quite simply spectacular, especially if you favored smaller women. Gorgeous in all departments: legs, ass, arms, torso, tits, faces, and of course perfect gleaming white teeth. And with no makeup so to speak the beauty was quite natural. A couple of legit tens. Legit tens, ready to fight.
And as promised both women had configured their hair in a traditional tightly spun gymnast’s bun at the top of their heads. It was uncertain how long the buns would remain in place, now that hair pulling was in play, but it would certainly be harder to get a good hold of hair, at least at the start.
“Ready?” asked Piper.
“Ready!”
They rushed at each other and, tits slapping together as they settled into a mutual bear hug. They immediately squeezed each other as hard as they could and tested the other’s strength. They struggled for a take down. At first they were looking straight at one another but as they danced around the room they would often look down and observe the titfight going on just below their necks. What they saw was odd and unique. Breasts mashed together bulging at the sides and top. It was not painful or even uncomfortable, but it was the very first time either woman had experienced the strong sensations that such a hold produced.
The little “titfight” was a competition within a competition, and it was most definitely a tie.
Finally the blonde prevailed and brought Lori down hard with her on top. From below, Lori reached up to grab the knob shaped bun of the blonde’s hair and pulled hard. They rolled and now Piper was on the bottom and she also grabbed Lori’s bun. They rolled to side by side and locked legs as each was intent on unravelling the bun of their rival. Piper got the job done first, and while Lori was still trying to undo Piper’s bun, Piper had a full hard hold of the brunette’s hair and rolled completely on top. She twisted Lori’s head at an odd and painful angle and for the first time in all their fights Piper reached between the two of them and grabbed Lori’s tit. Lori submitted. Piper 1-0.
Lori was in much more pain from the hair pull than the tit grab, and that’s the main reason she gave up. The assault on her breast shocked her more than hurt, as Piper didn’t quite get a complete hold of the tit. As the women broke apart and regained their feet Lori said, “Well you didn’t waste any time going after my boobs, did you?”
Piper tried to make her reply sound sympathetic, but wasn’t sure if that is how it came across. “It’s not wrestling anymore Lori. We are fighting now. You win by hurting. That’s what we both agreed to, right?”
“I guess so. But you haven’t had your tit crushed yet, so I’ll see if your opinion changes after that happens. Come on. Let’s fight.”
As they came together to start the second fall Lori was intent on payback for the tit maul and went straight for Piper’s breasts. It was a mistake. Lori never got close enough and leaving herself wide open, Piper easily applied a head lock and takedown combination. She trapped Lori’s free arm between her legs and then went to work abusing the brunette with her free hand. Piper pulled hair, twisted Lori’s neck, and in a remarkably effective tactic, took the palm of her hand and pushed Lori’s nose back into her face. Lori struggled and thrashed about wildly, with little effect. Piper had an iron head lock on her and the palm to the nose was most uncomfortable. Lori submitted. Piper 2-0.
Tears were running down Lori’s face. Not because she was crying, because she wasn’t, but from the reaction of nose push. She got a towel to wipe her face.
“Did I miss something. Did we agree to that?”
“To what Lori?”
“What you just did to my face.”
Piper looked straight at her rival. “You are doing a lot of complaining today, Lori. Are you not up for this? Do you want to call it a day? Or do you want to fight? Your call.”
“You don’t have to be a bitch about it, Piper. Again!”
Piper let the comment pass and just sat on the carpet cross legged waiting for Lori to make some sort of decision about the future of this fight. After some tense minutes, Lori said, “OK, let’s go. I’m ready.”
This fall lasted the longest but the outcome was the same as before. They struggled, wrestled and rolled frantically. At one point, in frustration Lori swung an open handed slap at Piper that landed square on her cheek. Piper was more shocked than hurt by the blow. But it made her angry. She managed to claim the brunettes back with a strong scissors around her waist.
“That slap wasn’t in the rules Lori, but this is.”
Piper took a strong grip on Lori’s hair and bent her neck back. Adding to the scissors and hair pull, Piper reached around front with her free hand and latched onto one of the brunette’s tits and crushed it with all her might. Lori screamed in pain.
Piper told Lori, “It’s over Lori. I’ve got you now. Save your tit and give up.” Lori desperately tried to pry Piper’s hand from her breast, but the effort was futile. She was now crying in frustration and pain. It was actually the first time either woman was brought to tears during their fights. It was an expected fall out from the escalation to catfighting from wrestling.
As Lori sobbed Piper said, “C’mon honey. Time to quit. Today, I’m the winner.”
Lori whispered, “I give.” Piper 3-0.
As Lori collapsed on the carpet, gently crying and cradling her damaged tit, Piper tried to sound sincere when she said, “Good match Lori. Are you OK? You fought hard It just wasn’t your day, today. Let me know if you ever want to go again” She brought Lori a bottle of water which was refused. The women did not say another word to each other, Piper quickly threw on her sweats and left. It took Lori much longer to gather herself and stagger out to her car. On this day, she was a beaten woman.
Piper felt very pleased with herself. She had won 3 of the 5 matches against Lori and had won the only catfight convincingly enough that she doubted Lori would ever want to fight again. She could consider herself the champ for the foreseeable future and always revel in the fact that she had proven to be the better competitor. She would probably miss the fights but she was proud of her success. Not as good as winning gold in the Olympics on the balance beam, but it would do.
On the other hand, her one sided defeat in the catfight put Lori back into the funk she was in after the break up with Tom. When alone at home she would sometimes weep in unhappiness. She tried to make sense of her loss and how it could happen so decisively . She concluded that she was beaten for two reasons. First, she concluded that she came back too soon after the psychological damage done to her by Tom dumping her. She probably should have waited a few months more before agreeing to another fight. Secondly, she didn’t embrace the new rules and the fact that it was not wrestling but a catfight. She had never even got to the blonde’s tits. Not once. She sensed that Piper took great pleasure in hurting her, and possibly she was not of a mind to do the same. She had not decided whether she would ever ask for another fight, but she vowed that if she did she would hurt the blonde as much as possible.
Several weeks after her defeat it did seem that Lori was coming out of it, and her depression began to clear. She was almost back to her normal happy self and although she was a very nutrition conscious athlete, she decided to stop off at Burger King and treat herself to a Whopper, She did love those greasy things! While waiting in line to order she turned away from the counter and saw something that would have a profound effect on all involved.
Sitting in a booth, not across from each other, but next to, and close, arms intertwined were Tom and Piper. Lori’s jaw dropped. She just stared. At first the couple did not notice her, but Piper turned her head away from Tom for a second and saw Lori standing there. Piper jabbed a laughing Tom in the ribs. Uh-oh!
Lori stormed out of the Burger King with Piper close behind, calling to her on the sidewalk.
“Lori, wait, let me explain. Please!”
Lori turned and faced the blonde, “How long has this been going on, Piper?”
“Not long, really. Only a few weeks. Really. We just met at a bar and sort of hit it off. I was going to try to contact you and tell you, but I wasn’t sure when would be a good time for that.”
“I don’t believe you bitch. Are you fucking him?”
Piper didn’t answer, providing Lori with the answer. Suddenly now Tom was on the sidewalk. “Hey Squeaks, can we talk?”
“Fuck you, Tom, and your blonde bitch. And don’t ever call me that name again.”
“Don’t call me a bitch, Lori. If you couldn’t keep your man, it’s not my fault.”
Lori’s mind was going a mile a minute. How long was this really going on? Was Piper the reason Tom had dumped her? Did Piper tell Tom about the fights that had occurred? She was beside herself. She couldn’t think straight. She turned and actually ran back to her car.
It took several weeks for Lori to process everything. All her deliberations brought her to one conclusion and one conclusion only. She needed to fight Piper again. The blonde had beaten her soundly in their catfight, and taken up with her ex-boyfriend. She desperately wanted to even the score. Even if she lost, she needed to face the woman who now had her man, or she could not live with herself.
She agonized over an email to Piper for several days before arriving at a version that satisfied her.
It read:
Dear Piper,
I want to apologize for my behavior at the Burger King. I lost control, and I said some things I shouldn’t have. I am not angry anymore. I have some other things I want to say to you, but I need to do it in person. Will you be kind enough to meet and talk?
Lori
Chapter 4 on Monday.
