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Date: Sun, 13 May 2001 17:10:03 -0400
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[My thanks to Denny for his generous assistance. - O]

Wrestling

Awakenings: I

by oosh@nerve.com

Have you ever wished that life would give you just one more
chance? Have you ever lain in bed awake, night after night,
reliving the awful moment of your mistake, and cursed yourself for
being a complete idiot?

We all thought of ourselves as completely straight. We were just
college friends who liked to chat and socialize. Nothing strange
about that.  I don't suppose it crossed any of our minds -
certainly not mine - that real life might be a little more
complicated.

Tina was in some of my classes, and we were just vaguely friendly
to begin with. She had a boyfriend, a college boy. So did I. But
then we both became friendly with Lucia, and we all became much
closer.

What was it about Lucia? Certainly she was a little different -
but most definitely straight. She was an exchange student from
South America, a Latina, several years older than Tina and I. She
was very much the creative type, more experienced, ready to talk
about her background - and her love life, too. She fascinated us. 
Our rooms were all on the same landing, so we would often meet in
the little kitchen making coffee.  Soon we were taking turns to
make coffee for one another, and so it became our habit to work
together in one room, and then of course we would chat.

Lucia enjoyed our company. Often she would have a nice bottle of
wine for us. She was very affectionate and outgoing. She liked
hugging, cuddling and touching. She particularly liked touching our
hair. She would tell us how nice it was, how much she liked it. 
Often she'd ask Tina or me to sit in her lap - Tina and I are
petite, but she was quite big-built. And then she would love to
stroke our hair; and from time to time she would tickle us. She was
such a lovely, cuddly person.

Now Lucia had a most colourful love life. She didn't make any
secret of it - or not to us, anyway. When we met up in the
evenings, she would love to regale us with detailed accounts of her
intimate experiences; and we, the novices, would listen wide-eyed,
panting at her steamy story-telling. For the truth is that Lucia
had a wild side to her. She was not afraid of courting scandal: she
was dating a married man, and gave us to understand that she had
one or two others whom she could count on for a little variety.

In short, Tina and I gravitated to her. Tina was reasonably
attractive, nothing out of the ordinary; but Lucia - well, she was
tall, strong, curvy - and she just exuded sex-appeal. Not that I
thought about that very much - until afterwards.

As the winter drew on, and it grew darker and colder out, we
tended to stay in more during the evenings. I loved to hear Lucia
playing her guitar, and she liked to have someone to listen, so I'd
often go in there in the evening - almost every night in fact.
Sometimes I'd take a book, if I was supposed to be studying, but
mostly I'd just relax.

One night I went to her room as usual. It was quite late; but then
she was a night bird, as was I. She opened a bottle of wine and sat
talking and drinking. Later still, Tina arrived and joined in our
chatter. I don't remember what we were talking about now - although
I think it might have been something to do with men - but
eventually we started teasing one another, just stupid jokes.
Nobody was taking it seriously; we were just laughing and drinking.
But then one of us - I can't remember who it was - pretended to be
very insulted and grabbed a cushion. Lucia took a pillow off her
bed and threw me one, and soon we were having a pillow-fight. One
of us would see another being resoundingly thumped, and howl with
laughter; and at that moment the aggressor would turn on us and
thump us too, and it seemed even funnier. Occasionally one of us
would duck out of the fight to have another quick swig of wine. We
were all having great fun and being completely silly. Eventually I
gave Tina a glorious thump and she was determined to get her
revenge. Perhaps Lucia began to feel a little left out. Whatever it
was, she pulled out, protesting that we were being stupid, that
this was a game for little schoolgirls.

But Tina and I continued our battle and it began to get more
serious, a bit more physical. We dropped our pillows and began to
wrestle. I was stronger than Tina, so I got her down on the floor.
I managed to sit on her stomach so that she was completely pinned.
She was wriggling and struggling. I liked the feel of her under me.
She was half cross, half laughing. I kept taunting her, saying that
I could do anything I wished to her and she wouldn't be able to
stop me. I bounced up and down a couple of times, and she had to
brace herself so that she wasn't winded. And then she couldn't stop
laughing.  I bent down so that my face was close to hers, and for a
moment I think we might have been tempted to kiss - but we didn't.
We were both laughing like mad things. And then, in desperation,
she got a hand free and began to tickle me. I could feel myself
weakening, but I didn't want to let her escape. So I got one of the
pillows that was on the floor beside us and pressed it over her
face. Then I put all my weight upon her, holding the pillow down
with my own face. I could feel her writhing under me. It was
incredibly exciting. I heard her moaning and screaming beneath the
pillow, and I began to rub myself against her, helpless with
laughter now that I'd really got her pinned again.

But then, at the height of my excitement, I felt someone pulling
at me from behind: it was Lucia, coming to Tina's rescue. And as I
have said, Lucia was a good deal bigger and stronger than I. She
just threw me back on to the floor, and in no time she was upon me,
pinning my hands so that I couldn't move. Her hands were incredibly
strong. I started kicking and screaming then. Lucia called to Tina
to hold my legs, which Tina was most willing to do. I was yelling
at them to let me go, but Lucia just held me and waited for me to
quieten down. I might have stood a chance against Lucia on her own,
but against both of them I was helpless. I tried to move my arms,
but Lucia's hands were much too strong for me.

Then, when I was quiet, Lucia asked Tina how she would like to get
her own back for what I had done to her. They were chuckling,
discussing between themselves what kind of torture was most
appropriate. My mind was in overdrive, wondering what on earth they
would think of. And then Tina suggested tickling me.

We were still laughing. Even I was laughing. Of course, I was
protesting, but it was half play-acting. It was just a joke between
friends. The whole thing was just horseplay.

Well, I'm not very ticklish, so it took them quite a while to find
my weak spots. To tell the truth, I was really enjoying them
touching me. Of course I teased them, saying that they'd never find
out where I was ticklish. I think Lucia might have guessed that I
was beginning to enjoy it. I'm not sure. Certainly she refused to
give up. That's when it really started to get erotic for me - when
she started sliding her hands up under my blouse. I remember her
hands moving, exploring, up and up, and I was on my back, shrieking
and panting, and she was watching me, moving so deliberately, until
her fingers reached my breasts.

I have fairly small breasts. Usually I don't wear a bra, and I
wasn't on that occasion. I read somewhere recently that small
breasts are more sensitive, because the nerve-endings are closer
together. I don't know how they find these things out, but I would
not be surprised if it were true.

When she saw how crazy she was making me, she slid my blouse and
vest right up, insisting that Tina take a look at my breasts. That
seemed to madden them further, and the next thing I knew they were
intent on getting my clothes off. They were really rough, too,
tugging off my blouse and flannel under-vest, and then my jeans,
leaving me in nothing but my panties. That, I think, was the most
erotic thing of all for me: being stripped roughly like that.

When they had stripped me, Lucia just looked at me, and I wondered
what she was going to do next. And then she just leaned forward, so
that her long hair fell into my face, trying to tickle me. It was
torturous: I lashed my head from side to side. I really wanted to
rub my nose.

But next she gathered her hair into a little tuft like a brush,
and began tickling my breasts with it. She must have realized that
she was really getting to me now. I was screaming and begging her
to stop. It was torture, and yet delicious, both at the same time.
All over my chest she tickled me, and while I continued to scream
and beg they were laughing and taunting me.

Eventually Lucia tired of that game, and to my surprise just
lowered her face on to my belly. She didn't bite me or kiss me: she
just rubbed her face gently to and fro on my skin. And then she
started to work her way lower and lower. I began to struggle. It's
very difficult to know where the invisible line is drawn, the line
between horseplay and something serious. But I began to feel that
it was getting serious, and I was becoming a little afraid. And as
her face got close to my crotch, I began to struggle more. They
were screaming and laughing, and I was screaming even harder that I
wanted the game to stop. She was touching me, touching me down
there! I squirmed and struggled, and felt her mouth bang rather
hard against my cunt -although not painfully hard.

At that, Lucia suddenly stopped, sat up and put her hand to her
mouth. We all fell quiet. It was an accident, but I think I must
have hurt her a little. There was a trace of blood on her lip. And
all my arousal turned into a kind of frustrated annoyance. I
pretended to be hurt, too, wanting their sympathy and attention.

But the mood was broken, and soon we went off to bed.

After that, the three of us socialized together quite normally, as
if nothing had happened. But a few days later, I found myself with
Lucia in my room, just the two of us, working. After a while she
stood behind me and played with my hair. She started talking about
the book she was reading. She was so gentle. I found myself trying
to relax, trying not to show my fear.  She kept interrupting me,
asking me for a pencil or a piece of paper. I think she was trying
to tell me something, but couldn't find the courage.  And then,
just before she left, she shyly confided to me that our little game
had filled her with a strange passion. She told me that she liked
my body when I was wrestling with her and Tina. She said that at
night she had intense dreams about it. And then she looked away,
and said she'd love it if we could play the same game together,
just she and I. I don't know why:  I felt afraid again. I could not
look at her. I just said "no," trying to make it sound very
definite. She nodded, then, and drifted away. We were afraid to
look at one another. I am sure she felt bad about asking. 
Certainly, after that there was a coolness between us. The old
intimacy had somehow gone, and after that we saw less and less of
one another.

It took a long time for me - at least a couple of years - to come
to terms with that strange experience, and what it revealed in me.
During that time, I had the occasional boyfriend, of course, and it
was fun; but somehow my heart wasn't in it. I kept thinking back to
that night, of Lucia holding me down on the carpet. Somehow, in my
recollection, nothing quite touched it.  Being roughly stripped of
my clothes... Those pauses when they debated what to do next, and
my imagination went spinning off into overdrive... I was just so
happy and excited. Like Lucia, I found that the events of that
evening had made their mark on my imagination. I kept recalling
them, trying to remember every little detail. I began dreaming of
what might have happened if I hadn't said "no."

Have you ever wished that life would give you just one more chance
to get things right? Have you ever lain in bed awake, night after
night, wishing that instead of "no," you had said "yes"? Have you
ever cursed your foolish fears?

Next time such an opportunity comes - if it ever does - I'll seize
it with both hands, that I know.

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