1 comments/ 31572 views/ 1 favorites Wrestling Fantasy Ch. 1 By: Melacynthe The usual suspects were assembled. The guys went through the ritualistic bickering over who got what seat, where to pile the munchies and who had to make runs to the kitchen for cold soda or drinks. I giggled from the Papasan chair, my usual perch for the gatherings. The guys managed to arrange themselves across couches and the two armchairs, with myself in my chair and Sol stretched out on the floor with a pile of pillows. Really, it was silly. Every month when we got together for the pay-per-view we went through this, and every time it ended up with people in their favorite spots. There was a quick food run to McDonalds, and to pick up a bag of ice, then we were all gathered again. We began the mindless zombie worship of sports entertainment. I couldn’t help but giggle again as the guys zoned in on the TV, drooling at Stacy Keibler as she appeared on screen. Sol smirked up at me from the floor, and I made a face. Really, it was all his fault. I used to tease the guys mercilessly about watching wrestling, their Testosterone Soap Opera. They always grumbled about it but shrugged, as they couldn’t deny enjoying it every bit as much as the happy housewife treasures her daytime soaps… I had a crush on Sol, once upon a time. We’d been friends absolutely forever, but there’d always been this tension between us. Not so much a sexual tension, as an avid interest. I admitted once that when I was younger I used to watch wrestling… Back when it was just guys in the ring, no chairs, no stunts and very little story. My sister and I used to wake up at midnight to watch reruns of the matches on her tiny black and white TV in her bedroom with the volume way low. It wasn’t allowed, you see… We lived with our grandparents, and Mamaa didn’t approve of violence on TV. Anyhow. We stopped watching after Coco the Bird Man was hurt, blood everywhere… We were sure they’d killed him, and couldn’t bear to watch it after that… In case he died. We didn’t want to know. It was better to think it was just a trick they pulled, like when Jake the Snake stole Undertaker’s Bike or someone stole Jake’s Snake or something… Off track, right… I do that a lot… So I confessed to Sol once that I used to like wrestling, so he used it against me to get me to come watch a pay-per-view with them. It had changed a lot… The blood and everything… They explained some of the little tricks to me, like how Austin was giving Angle time to cut himself while he was down on the ground, or what some of the moves were called. At first I wasn’t too impressed. Not that I have an issue with violence… Tell the truth I kind of… well… I’m a bit of a… Well… I like the idea, actually. To put it bluntly I’m a bit of a masochist, and the idea of being in the ring with one of those guys… I’ll just say its led to many quite entertaining fantasies and erotic stories… Train, derailed again. Hell. Ok… So at first I wasn’t so impressed. Then the Hardyz came on. I don’t remember who they were against, but the minute I saw them bouncing down to the ring I was hooked. Especially as they were accompanied by the drop dead gorgeous Lita… Yes, I’m bisexual. I’ll tell you, Team Extreme had everything I could imagine. Matt in his black mesh, hair falling all into his face as he pounced into the ring. Jeff with his multicolored hair shaved on the sides and pulled back, bright blue and orange. Lita, redhead… They were gorgeous, they were interesting and energetic, and they had tattoos… Yes, I also have a thing about tattoos… So I was hooked, and the guys teased me every bit as mercilessly as I’d ever teased them. “Not a wrestling fan, are ya Red?” I blushed bright to match my hair, but grinned, not even bothering to tear my eyes away from the screen. “ME? Never, not a chance… Now shut up and stop trying to distract me…” Sol had teased me worse than the rest, using it as an excuse to snuggle up close and whisper in my ear the things that he’d do if he got me into the ring, or if he could get Lita and myself for a night… Well, the flirtation between him and myself didn’t develop as I’d hoped it would. He was interested in playing, but nothing serious. Having been through several years of being used buy guys I cared about, or pretended to be real relationships but ended up being purely sexual. Still, when I got sick of things and told him I wasn’t interested in sex unless there was more to it… We stayed friends. I still had an open invite to watch wrestling with the gang. We had a snuggling policy, aka snuggling was allowed and occasionally it might turn into something else… But it wasn’t us… It was just a thing. What, like I’m supposed to forego physical contact entirely, just cause the guy was more interested in my tits than my heart or mind? I wouldn’t put up with that as a regular thing, but as a once in a while type of thing, what’s the harm? I warned you about my tendency to get sidetracked, right? All this was just a way of giving a bit of background on how I got into wrestling, and a bit of a prelude to what would come later. Something that even MY wildest fantasies couldn’t have conjured up… So I continue. This one night we got together to watch the pay-per-view. I curled up in the Papasan and did my best to ignore or at least tune out most of the shouting. The guys were the sort who seemed to believe that screaming at the TV would make the people inside do what they wanted. It was a great night, far as I was concerned. Most of my favorites were up. A street fight with Shane O’Mack, a Ladder Match with the Hardyz, Undertaker and Caine, RVD, the APA and even a bra and panties match with Lita involved. I was absolutely in heaven. The guys laughed cause I got as into the bra and panties match as they did. Sometimes I think they keep me around because they can be as crass and male as they want, and I jump right in. Checking out girls together and commenting on whether this or that one was “fake” and all… I squirmed in my chair during the Hardy’z match, and bounced myself out of it by accident shouting at Shane to grab the stop sign… The only bad thing was I noticed that night that Shane was wearing a wedding ring. I blew it off at the time, but later as I was falling asleep that night, I thought about it. Somewhat depressing. I may be what some might easily call a slut… Not because I sleep around but because I don’t seem picky to those who don’t know me. I don’t have a type so much. Each person I find attractive is for different reasons. The only common thing was I preferred my guys to be at least my height, preferably well over 6’ tall… and my girls not much shorter than 5’9… Although I’d bent that rule once or twice… However, I do have one or two morals left. One of them being that I don’t get involved or even flirt beyond a certain point with someone who is taken. By taken I mean engaged or married, anything that shows they’ve made a promise to each other. A commitment. I respect that, even if the person is willing to break the promise, I won’t go for it. Not unless I have specific permission and/or invitation from the person’s significant other… Aka, its an open relationship and they can assure me that I’ve been approved. Some people don’t understand this about me. I’m a compulsive flirt, it comes as second nature to me. Not so much as a way of showing interest or even attraction to someone, but rather as a way of treating people. Everyone deserves to be made to feel special. Maybe my thing about relationships is selfish. I may not be overly possessive, but I can’t stand the thought… That having made such a serious decision, having given my promise to a person and they doing the same… Marriage, hand fasting, commitment of a serious sort… That someone would come along and destroy that, knowingly… Take advantage of a weak moment or deliberately set out to seduce my love… It would destroy me, and there’s no way I’d willingly or knowingly do that to someone else. Eh. Everyone needs standards, even if they are strange. So having noticed the Ring on Shane’s finger, I put myself in a dilemma. Not a serious one, as really there was no chance of my ever meeting or having a chance with him… But somehow, it felt wrong to be interested and attracted… Lusting after Matt and Lita both was different, really… Still… I couldn’t stand the thought of giving up one of my crushes, removing Shane from my fantasy harem… I hopped out of bed, wandering around on the internet for a while in search of info on Shane and his wife, but beyond references to him being married, there wasn’t anything interesting. She wasn’t involved with the business, and one rumor I ran across stated that she was… okay… With whatever Shane did while he was on the road, so long as it didn’t follow him home… I decided to accept that rumor, even knowing it was an excuse to continue my own mental games. That same night, while I was online, I got an email from my friend Rob. He had this dream about becoming a professional wrestler. We’d gone together to a local wrestling school, and he’d trained himself as much as he could. He had managed to trace a rumor about MTV’s Tough Enough holding auditions not far from us, and wanted to know if I had any plans for the next weekend… I was the only one of our friends who was really encouraging about his dream, and he wanted me along as moral support. I arranged for the time off work, the next Friday Night we had a cooler packed and settled into the space between the seats in his minivan. Bags and other random gear tossed into the back. We toasted the road trip with Dr Pepper and headed onto the freeway. Several hours and a nap later, we made it to the hotel we were staying at. Checked into the hotel and headed up to our room. I wanted to hit a couple of the clubs, but Rob talked me out of it… Saying he’d end up drinking and didn’t want to be hung over for the auditions the next afternoon… We made an early night so we could be up earlier in the morning. He knew I’d want to spend hours getting ready for his audition, on the off chance I could meet one of my “Harem”. He was right, of course. Auditions weren’t open until Noon. My alarm went off at 7am. I dragged myself out of bed and fell asleep in the shower. After my brief nap I tended to the usual female primping rituals. Shaving, washing my hair, etc… The mirror was steamed up as I combed out my hair and climbed into my clothing. I knew Rob was awake from the low appreciative whistle that came from under the blanket as I came back into the room. I giggled and turned to the full length mirror to see if I agreed with his opinion. Tall, just under 6’. Curly red hair that fell down to my hips. Bright blue eyes. Freckles, dimples… 38DDD breasts shown beautifully by the tight low cut shirt I wore under a sleeveless fishnet shirt. Long, strong legs, encased in tight black jeans. Steel toed boots. I grinned as I watched Rob peek out from under his blanket fort, holding up a black leather collar by its ring. “Yes or no?” His enthusiastic nod was enough, and once I’d fastened the collar around my throat I was more than satisfied with the complete effect. I wanted to catch attention, even if it didn’t lead to so much as an introduction… and I was positive this would do the trick. Rob’s attempt at hiding his erection as he slipped out of bed and into the bathroom was more than enough to boost my confidence. I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging the curls to make it a bit longer, and toyed with the idea of wearing makeup but decided not to bother. We were at the gym designated for auditions not much after 10am. There were guys everywhere in various forms of wrestling gear or wearing tight gym shorts and nothing else. A lot of them seemed to be high school jocks, though a few of the more serious ones had gathered off in one corner of the practice room. I tugged Rob over that way, wanting him to be seen in the right company. Also hoping that some of their light hearted banter would help settle him, as they tossed hints and suggestions at each other as they stretched. Course, they were cute and I was eager to see how they reacted to me. I’d gotten more than a few whistles and comments, but… Well, strange as it might sound for the things I’ve said about myself already… I’m a bit shy. I have no trouble getting up in front of people and making an idiot of myself, so long as I have fun in the process. I used to dance, and was even a cheerleader in high school… But when it comes to things that actually matter with me… Dates with guys I really like, or catching a specific person’s attention, I get all giddy and nervous… I’ll take any cheap boost to self esteem that I can get. The conversation stopped dead as Rob and I walked up to them. They stared at me openly and I just smiled. One of the guys recovered enough to introduce himself, and the others followed suit. They were also very friendly to Rob, and I was happy. I did a bit of a giggle and bounce for them, then winked at Rob and wandered away. I had ulterior motives in setting him up with the guys, and for showing up in the first place. Rob wanted me for moral support, but it was an excuse really. He knew that I had fantasized about several of the wrestlers, being one of the few people I’d shown my stories to… He knew that my dream of actually meeting the performers was every bit as important as his own dream to become one of them… Also, Rob and I had something else in common. He truly understood my attraction for the men in the sport. My hunger for the violence… We had dated once, in high school. He’d been my first love, and we’d lost our virginity together. With each other, I mean… I was also the only woman he’d ever been attracted to, and the first person he came to when he started realizing that he was attracted to men… I’m fully bisexual, but he’s pretty much gay. “With options” he usually says, winking at me. I’m options, of course. Anyhow, so Rob didn’t mind that I deserted him only minutes after we got there. He more than expected it, and had already wished me luck. “Red’s on the prowl, watch out boys…” he’d teased as I walked away. The gym wasn’t big, or overly interesting. The main room was full of hopefuls preparing for the auditions. A side room was where registration was set up, and I signed in for Rob. Another room where I managed to meet Taz and Test… They were sprawled on a couch in front of a tv/vcr setup, looking through some of the audition tapes. I grinned and bounced over to perch on the edge of the couch. “Hiya.” They looked me over, trying to decide whether to toss me out of the room, but grinned instead. “Well, hello there.” Test grinned back at me. “Lost?” Taz asked. I smirked. “Always searching, but never lost.” And gestured to the guy on screen. “You have provisions for that gut? Some miracle weight loss that’ll make him worth taking in the ring, or is he fluff?” They looked surprised, and we talked for a bit as they went through a few more tapes. By some luck I found Rob’s audition tape, my own handwriting on the label. Innocently I hopped up, bouncing over to exchange it for the one we’d just finished, then bounced back to the couch where they automatically scooted toward the ends to make room for me between them. I resisted the urge to talk him up, and the looked at me curiously. I’d fairly shredded the guys in the other tapes, and they wondered why I didn’t for this one. I blushed a bit when they asked, then admitted that it was the guy I’d come up with. Only moments before, in the taped interview, he’d mentioned me and said I was what gave him the courage to try, as I was never afraid to jump for what I wanted. Eventually we finished watching the tapes, and they stood up, each offering a hand which I ignored as I bounced to my feet. “I’ll let you get on with things.” I shook hands with them and bounced to the door, pausing with my hand on the doorknob. I glanced back over my shoulder and giggled. “Y’know… If Rob makes it, I’ll get to hang around a lot more…” They were still laughing as I shut the door behind me, and wandered on down the hallway. The only door I hadn’t tried wasn’t marked. There was light coming from under it, so I figured it was the one I wanted, and slipped inside. There was a ring in the center of the room, metal folding chairs set up on either side of it. A table had some papers, and a mini scoreboard that wouldn’t be visible from the ring. A bell was on the edge of the table. Otherwise the room was empty, but it was exactly what I’d expected. I walked across the room, putting my hands on the edge of the mat as I imagined that it had been used for actual practice training or maybe, possibly, even could have been one of the old rings. I knew that sometimes the WWF donated its older equipment to various gyms and training schools. I reached up, wrapping my fingers around one of the ropes, pulling on it curiously. I imagined myself climbing up in there with the wrestlers, either during a show or after hours for some more interesting matches… I smiled to myself and tugged at the rope again, so lost in the fantasy that I didn’t hear the door open, or the sound of footsteps coming up behind me. So of course I was startled when a pair of arms appeared from nowhere, pulling the ropes open, and a voice in my ear whispered “Go on in…” I jumped, bumping into the owner of the arms, and earning a chuckle in my ear that sounded so much like a purr… It was either climb into the ring or turn around and kiss whoever it was… So I hopped up and climbed between the ropes, holding the lower one down with my foot as I turned to see who was following me into the ring. I swear if I wasn’t holding onto the top rope for balance I’d have fallen over or fainted from shock. Climbing into the ring was Matt Hardy. Hopping up onto the nearest post was Jeff Hardy. Shane was sitting in one of the chairs, grinning. Test was leaning against the table smirking at me. “Hey, Red.” I laughed as the door opened and Rob came wandering in, trying for all the world to look innocent as he smirked at me. “Bastard” I muttered lovingly and blushed bright red as Matt brushed against me standing up, and Jeff hopped down beside me. Together they blinked at me, doing perfect imitations of Rob’s look, and my heart stopped. I took a few steps back, bumping into Shane, who had somehow managed to sneak into the ring without my noticing. “Rob! You TOLD them???” I held my breath hoping he hadn’t, but his smirk was more than enough to put me on the verge of a panic attack. I blushed and stammered as Shane put an arm around me, to steady me as I nearly stumbled trying to move away from him. They laughed, the guys in the ring taking turns catching me as I managed to slip away from each of them. In other circumstances I might have freaked out, but with Rob there grinning like an imbecile, I knew I was safe. They wouldn’t try anything I didn’t want, and I had an idea that Rob might have mentioned a thing or two to them. On my third trip around the ring, I managed to calm down enough to get into the game, squirming and writhing in Matt’s arms as I struggled to free myself. My giggles trailed off into a soft purr as he pulled me more tightly against him, his laughter fading as he studied me for a minute. For all the times I had fantasized about something like this, I was completely surprised when he kissed me. I closed my eyes and completely gave myself to the moment, believing it was the only chance I’d ever get. Silently I thanked Rob for Whatever he had said to them. I was surprised again as abruptly he pulled away, roughly shoving me into Jeff’s arms. I had time to wonder if I’d offended him somehow, and hear his laughter before I was surprised, yet again, by Jeff’s kiss. Wrestling Fantasy Ch. 1 For all they were brothers, there was most definitely no way of mistaking them in the dark. Even if you only had access to their lips. Matt’s kiss was rough in the beginning but as it deepened became gentle and teasing. Jeff’s kiss was an adventure, him constantly testing and exploring… I didn’t think anything of the hand traveling up my back and under my hair, twisting it around the hand until it was pulled, firmly… Jeff’s arms fell away as I was pulled into Shane’s embrace. He was as different from them as they were from each other. Shane’s kiss was hungry and somehow possessive… I whimpered softly once he released me, letting me fall back into Matt’s waiting arms. I expected another kiss but instead was only held close. “Thank you” I said shakily, blushing as three voices responded in unison “No, thank You.” Shane and Jeff climbed out of the ring, I could hear them talking with Test as the door opened and eventually their voices faded. Glancing over Matt’s shoulder I noticed that Rob had also left at some point. He looked around also, seeming a bit surprised that they had left us without saying anything, but shrugged and grinned down at me. I leaned back against the turnbuckle for support, studying him as intently as he was studying me. Slowly his hand reached up, fingertips brushing along my side and across my left breast, his thumb rubbing along the kanji tattoo’d there. “What’s this mean?” he asked, moving closer. I shivered, holding onto the ropes at my sides for support. “Temptation” I whispered, suddenly shy. He smirked. “Fitting” and kissed me again, pushing me back against the ropes as I ran my nails up his arms and across his shoulders. “And I almost didn’t come this weekend…” he muttered as he nibbled his way down my throat to kiss the tattoo. I laughed softly and slipped away from him, rolling under the ropes and out of the ring. “Auditions start soon…” He followed, linking my arm through his as we left the room and headed for the practice room where everyone else was waiting. Everyone was smirking as we joined the lineup. While introductions were made and the explanations began, Matt leaned over to whisper in my ear. “So… Rob says if he’s chosen, you’re part of the package…” I blushed but grinned at him. “He’s resorting to bribery, then?” He returned the grin, pointedly staring at my tattoo. “More like blackmail.” Wrestling Fantasy Ch. 2 The alarm screamed for attention, but I refused to be beaten. I’d built a lovely fortress of pillows and blankets, and fully intended to stay there well into mid morning. I peeked out from beneath the edge of a pillow into the dark room, smirking to myself as I snaked an arm out to slap at the snooze button. Retracting, lightning quick as a tortoise, into my warm haven. Somewhere nearby a sleepy mumble warned me of impending disaster. Footsteps approached my castle; threatening, like the beach bully, to bring my world shifting down around my head. I whimpered softly, begging for mercy, but it was useless. A high pitched “Yeaaaaaah” warned me a moment too late, the world had come to an end. A muffled pathump followed as first one, then two bodies, crashed onto the bed with me. “NOOOOOOOO!” I whined, trying to wrap a blanket around my head as hands searched through the pile of blankets for the most vulnerable and ticklish spots. They knew they’d won as my sleepy threats faded into manic giggles and I pounced out to retaliate against my attackers. “Hardyz Suck!” I screamed as I launched myself into Jeff’s arms, tackling him to the ground and nuzzling against his throat as I did my best to squirm away from Matt’s searching fingers. Soon we were a breathless heap in the middle of the bed, giggling and whispering as we snuggled to soak up what little warmth was left of my poor lost haven. “Can’t we at least wait till the sun comes up?” They laughed, teased me out of bed and dragged me in the direction of the shower with threats of ice cold water. In the month we’d spent at training camp, the guys had already learned how I loved my hot morning showers, and delighted in taking turns to see that I had the opportunity. Uh… Not that they joined me or anything… Generally two of them would stand guard at the doorway, leaving it slightly open so that we could talk and they could let me know when my time was up. Really, none of it was necessary, I wasn’t even part of the gang, really… Just sort of a pet I guess… Rob had made good on his promise to drag me along if he made the cut, for support or some such nonsense. He knew what it meant as much to me to be there for him as it did for him to have me nearby. Still, we both knew my primary goal was to play. This was a chance I would never have again, and there wasn’t a chance in hell that I would let a moment of it pass me by. The other girls grumbled about me getting special treatment, especially since I wasn’t part of the program. They whispered about me being a slut and a whore because of my easy friendship with all of the guys. You know they were green as trolls with jealousy. No, I hadn’t slept with any of the guys. Yes I’d had ample opportunity, but I’m not your typical drooling fan girl. Yes, I’m a fan. Yes, I may drool. But I’m not interested in just “landing” a wrestler or two for fun. I had what I wanted already, an easy playful friendship with massive potential for more. Tell the truth, I was looking for what I’ve always looked for. Romance. Not necessarily something that was going to turn into a relationship or last past training camp. But something I could look back on later as more than a quick fumble fuck against the back cabin wall. I wanted the moonlight walks, holding hands in the dark, stolen kisses when no one else seemed to be looking… I wanted the snuggling around the campfire, or the warm body crawling into bed for a wake up call… I wanted all that and more, and I was determined to have it. And more. Hell, it was a fantasy right? This shit just doesn’t happen in real life. I’d be insane AND stupid to let a second of it pass without holding tight and taking as much as I could get from it. If it was a dream, let it play on, let me have as much as I could take before I had to wake up…. And if it wasn’t just a dream? Hell, the possibilities… Ever had the chance to live out a favorite fantasy? Even if it was a quick grope and tumble with your sister’s boss? If you had the chance would you think twice about jumping into it head first? Didn’t think so. Digression, much going on here. Right. So the first month of training was phenomenal. The recruits were excited, treasuring every stretched muscle and aching joint as a trophy of hard work. I lent a hand where I could, mostly in the kitchen. Rob let out that I could cook, and there was my excuse for hanging around. I was the official cook’s aide or some such title which amounts to kitchen help. I had no complaints. Between Rob, the recruits, and the wrestlers who spent inordinate amounts of time off schedule at camp “to lend a hand” I had more than enough help peeling potatoes and taking out the trash. Figured you’d pick up on the off schedule part. Yeah, there were wrestlers scheduled for classes, to spend a few days at a time with different people, or the occasional personal session for someone who needed the extra bit of help. Then there were the guys who just seemed to always be around. Matt and Jeff and Shane mostly. Test, Al and Taz of course had to spend lots of time hanging around. Rumors got out and the press came wandering, during which time I made a point of being in the kitchen working my ass off most of the day, and even my early morning showers were cut off. Pity, that. We figured one of the girls had leaked something about my being there for no apparent reason, and the big favorite. Rob and I thought about passing it off as my being his girlfriend but with his aversion to closets, it didn’t seem believable. Things died down after a few interviews where I stated emphatically that I was not dating any of the wrestlers, and that we were just friends. Amy came down one weekend during the chaos, eager to meet me. I was nervous to hear of it and the other girls snickered. Matt and Jeff had been away for over a week, and though I had spent a lot of time with Shane in the interim, everyone knew Matt was my favorite. They also knew, by the jealous way he guarded my showers, that he didn’t much like my playing with others. I hadn’t liked to ask whether the relationship with Lita and Matt carried over to Amy and Matt, so I had kept our own… er… friendship… from going beyond a certain point. Remember my strange moral leanings? I didn’t like to think that I might cause a breakup by letting him know that I might be tempted into more than just games… But playing, a little, to indulge my own fantasy, that was okay as long as it didn’t cause any permanent damage… So I was up before Rob and one of the other boys came to wake me for my shower, literally shaking with nervousness. “Chill, baby…” Rob muttered as he followed me into the shower. “But….” He laughed, wanting none of it. “You’ve done nothing wrong.” I chewed at my lip thoughtfully, then finally nodded. “But…” “He nodded again, pushing me into the shower fully clothed, and turning the knobs. “I know, you want him… Nothing but to wait babe…” I sighed, knowing he was right, and stripped down, tossing the wet clothes at him. “There’s my Tiger” he grinned as he tossed the wet things over a line and headed back to his guard post, joking with the other guy that he’d had to give me something to settle my stomach. Their laughter carried into the showers where I smiled as I soaped up. Count on Rob to know just what I needed. By the time Amy showed up that afternoon I was calm, fighting back a perpetual grin, and ready to take anything she wanted to give. I knew from a couple of comments Matt had made that he didn’t love her, and that he thought of her sometimes as a sister… I reminded myself of that as she… My goddess… Walked into the room between the brothers. Matt smirked at me as they stopped in front of me, Jeff just leaned kind of lazily against a wall. Amy stood there for a minute, studying me as openly as I did her, with a similar smirk to the one Matt wore. The room was a dead hush as everyone waited for one of us to speak, and each of us waited for the other to break the silence. I did an imitation of Jeff’s lazy pose and smirked at her. She laughed. “Now I see what all the fuss was about.” She held out a hand which I took, giggling in surprise as she pulled me into a hug. “I’ve been Dying to meet you, Red.” I was surprised by this as well, but decided to go for flippant. “They told you I was Bi?” I winked at her, then blushed at her low “Oooo… Really?” Matt stepped forward, brushing a hand across my cheek. “Think you broke her Ames.” I nodded, shivering at his touch. “Without even trying.” I nuzzled against Matt as he put an arm around me and grinned. “Lord, if this is a dream… Let me die in my sleep tonight.” The four of us laughed as we headed toward the couches, chattering like old friends. I was amazed at how easily things had fallen together. Matt was openly affectionate toward me in front of her, so I was sure that I was in the clear. Still, somehow I was surprised to realize that as soon as Matt and Jeff sat at each end of the couch, Amy and I automatically curled up against them, as if it was our right. My eyes widened just slightly as I glanced from her to Jeff to her again, she laughed. “Almost a year now, been hell keeping it out of the press.” I nodded. “Course, with you in the picture now… We’ve got some interesting ideas…” I swear I must have looked like a frog, with my eyes bulging out of my head, as I tried to sit up. Matt would have none of it, holding me tight against him with an arm around my waist. Just then Rob came wandering by. “Close your mouth, Red… Y’look like a fish.” I calmed down and snuggled back against Matt, laughing. “Did you plan to let me in on this at some point?” I muttered accusingly at the others, who laughed. “Eventually.” I was still dazed a week later as I found myself seated ringside at RAW. Taz was announcing and kept winking at me, making comments about redheads being full of surprises. Most of the audience took it as reference to Undertaker, who was in one of his psychotic sprees that night… but it made me decidedly nervous. Amy and the boyz had refused to elaborate on the ideas they’d come up with “now that I was in the picture” and I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to get involved. Playing with wrestlers was fun, maybe dating one was exciting… But did I actually want to get involved in the whole ringside soap opera? Somehow I thought I wasn’t going to have much choice in the matter… and the idea rather excited me. Matt had asked me to dress as I had the day we met, with the fishnet and collar and everything. I overheard Jeff asking about a leash and I had an idea I was about to learn, first hand, what it was like being in the ring with all the screaming fans watching from the stands. My palms were sweaty but otherwise I showed no sign of nervousness. I’d even made up one of those cheesy fan girl signs that said in huge red letters “I LOVE YOU MATT” I think, if it hadn’t been for the sign, I might have escaped. They’d have played some minor stunt and I’d have gotten away. But someone from the press recognized me and snapped pictures of me with the sign, bouncing and screaming as the entrance music began. Even that might have been perfectly innocent, but Matt saw the sign, saw the photographer, and some imp possessed him. He, Jeff and Lita were bouncing around the ring, Jeff doing his wild animal act as he bounced off the ropes and around the ring like a ping pong. He cannoned into Lita who caught him, lingering just a moment longer than his brother’s girlfriend should have… Matt took the moment, leaning over the ropes and waving to a security guard to bring me over to the ring. He grabbed my sign as I stumbled up into the ring, holding onto the rope for security as I stared around at all the blazing lights and screaming fans. Very deliberately he scrawled in huge letters across the sign “To RED, All my LOVE. Matt Hardy.” I reached out to take the sign and he pulled me close, glancing over my shoulder to where Jeff was making a big show of holding Lita back as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, very thoroughly, on camera, in front of his “girlfriend” and everyone else… Jeff let go of Lita just as I slipped under the top rope, hiding behind a security guard as she leapt at Matt, screaming that it was the last time, etc… Altogether, it was beautiful. The entire world had a very public ‘beginning of the end’ scene for Lita and Matt Hardy, with Jeff there to comfort Lita, desperately striving to prove that not every guy was like his slimy brother… They’d been planning a split for a while, hype Jeff for a while so he could take a shot at some titles. They had decided, apparently, that I was the perfect impetus… Not only for the brother’s break up, but for Jeff and Lita to get together on screen so they could stop hiding their relationship. Here I’d been afraid of destroying relationships, and it was exactly what they wanted! Over the next few months I got more and more screen time as they played out the split. Every time Lita considered a reconciliation I showed up again, always standing near the announcer’s table, wearing the same outfit. I never spoke to Matt, or anyone who tried to get an interview, just smiled and watched him the entire time. I played up the predator schtick, every inch the stalker, but except for that first time always managing to slip out of reach before Matt could get to me… It became a joke among the announcers that they weren’t sure which of us was stalking the other, and teased that they’d never seen a stalker play hard to get before. It was obvious to everyone, especially Lita and Jeff, that Matt intended to have me, no matter what it took… Me, I was having a blast. Because of the games we were playing on screen, it was difficult to see Matt at all in real life, as any rumor of the truth would ruin the fun of it all. We managed to sneak in a movie or two, and any number of phone calls and chats online… I hated to admit that what had looked to grow into something interesting was suffering due to scripting and my trying to help give Amy and Jeff a chance to be together. Matt and I talked about this one night as we managed to sneak away after he’d “refused” to stay and watch Jeff’s match with Amy at ringside. They’d arranged things this way, of course, so that we could get some private time. I was waiting in the limo that he “randomly” jumped into as he left. Some idiot reporter had taken it to mind to follow the limo, wanting to get a story from Matt no doubt… So we couldn’t go to a hotel as we’d planned. Instead we begged the driver, who was in on it all, to stop off at McDonalds and take a long drive with the window rolled up and the music on. We found a bottle of scotch hidden away in a cubby hole and once we’d eaten our happy meals curled up to toast the city, the night, each other, and our escape. There were extensive periods where we were unable to speak, not having been alone together for several weeks at this point. Each of us felt compelled to tease the other to the point of begging, and each of us refused to beg. Suffice to say, without going into much detail… I was a whimpering shivering puddle of passion and he was visibly tense with arousal. Finally I gasped, pulling away from him, trying hard to pull myself into control. “Matt, love… We can’t…” He moaned, managing with visible effort not to reach for me, and nodded. “I know. It would be too hard…” There was a pause in conversation as I slipped onto the floor between his knees, undoing the buckle of his belt with one hand as he helped me pull his jeans down to his knees. I stretched up to kiss him quickly, letting my breasts (long since freed of any restraint) press against his chest and brush across his thighs as I slowly made my way down. He tried to make some protest, but I silenced it with a quick flick of my tongue across the swollen tip of his erection, lapping up a few oozing drops of pre-cum as I breathed softly. Reaching down with one hand, letting my nails trail lightly along his thigh as I moved to cup the testes, gently rubbing between my fingers. “Not TOO hard” I muttered before I closed my lips around the head, quickly moving to see how much I could take in one stroke. I’d thought about it since well before I met matt, and twice as much since I’d realized there was a very real chance I could be with him. Still, in my best fantasies, it’d never been quite this wonderful. It was smooth, hard, hot, and best of all… it was real… Right here… My thoughts were distracted for a moment and I tried to take too much, nearly choking myself… But I managed to pull off before he noticed. Of course he didn’t notice, delicious Matthew had his head thrown back against the upholstery, eyes rolled back into his head. His fingers grasped rhythmicly with the movements of my mouth. Even as I watched his hands curled into tight fists, pressing hard against the seat as I felt his body tense. He muttered something inaudible, making some vague effort to warn me, but there was no chance of my stopping now… I wrapped one hand around him, urging him onward. Why is it that guys feel nervous, even when a girl makes it plain that she not only doesn’t mind the taste, she WANTS It? I’ll never understand. He made some ineffectual move to push my head away, mumbling again as I batted his hand away. I stopped long enough to say “I want to taste you.” Then increased my pace. He couldn’t hold back any longer, with a low groan of pure satisfaction, he erupted thick hot jets deep into my throat. I loved it, pumping hard as I swallowed every drop I could get… Only once it was obvious he was spent did I sit back, licking my lips, and grin at him. He just stared at me, apparently amazed. His eyes were still slightly glazed over, and he shivered as I climbed back onto the seat beside him. Automatically his hands moved to my breasts, flicking and twisting the nipples, his hands overflowing with flesh as he weighed them carefully. He leaned closer, lifting one to his lips, sucking hard on the nipple, nibbling and sucking on it while his hand worked at the other. Gradually he pushed me back onto the seat as he worked at one breast, then shifted to give the same attention to its match. I hardly noticed as one hand slid down my belly, pulling the zipper on my jeans. I barely noticed as he slid them down my hips, moving to accommodate him without thought. I whispered his name as his fingers moved along the inside of my thighs, tickling and teasing as he moved himself between my thighs. He kissed me, once… and whispered “Trust me” as I felt him, hard again, pressing against me. I whimpered, but nodded. Very slowly he moved forward, I rose instantly to meet him, and he pulled away. “Trust me” he whispered again. I whimpered, again, and nodded. “Close your eyes.” I did. I could feel him, just barely inside me, pulling away whenever I tried to rise against him. “Trust me” he whispered a third time, and I nodded. Closing my eyes I lay back, completely still… and waited. “Feel it” he whispered. Slowly moving forward, so slowly that I couldn’t help but understand… He was claiming me. I purred softly, biting back the words that floated in my mind. I could say it in signs, in dreams, and jokingly… But it was too dangerous to speak the words out loud. He kissed me, then rested on his hands, watching intently as he continued his slow, torturous claiming of my body. Every expression, every thought that fluttered across my face was memorized, recognized, and returned. An eternity, perhaps only a minute, later… He was buried inside me. I whimpered, rising to kiss him, and he allowed it. “Remember this.” He whispered, then pushed me back against the seat. Wrestling Fantasy Ch. 2 Very slowly he pulled out again, every moment of it tasting of sorrow. I’d had him but somehow lost… Tears welled up behind my eyes as I watched his face, the intense concentration as he stopped just before pulling out entirely. I thought I saw an echoing glitter in the darkness around his eyes as my tears escaped. Tears of relief as slowly he moved inside again. He played this game for I don’t know how long, moving so slowly I felt compelled to hold my breath, anticipating that final moment of each downward stroke, when I would be complete… I whimpered his name, no longer ashamed to beg, rising to meet him. He smiled, giving in to the urge I knew we both felt, the need… The slow sweet torture was replaced by a hungry claiming, a ravaging. This, too, demonstrated to me that I was his. He would have me, he had waited too long already. Moments later I found release, my orgasm coming like an explosion. It took all his willpower not to compliment it with his own as my body quivered and spasmed around him, still buried deep inside me. He bit down on my shoulder, hard, fighting for control, which sent me into ever greater spasms of pleasure. He whispered in my ear, begging me to stop, begging me to come down, telling me to breathe. He kissed me gently, almost franticly, trying to calm me down. I heard his voice from far away, was aware of what he needed. I tried to stop but every time he shifted, every time I breathed… I was lost in him, in the sensations he created within me. I moaned softly as I fought for control over my own body. Finally I managed, taking deep breaths, falling back against the seat, staring up at him. There was so much I felt I needed to say but I knew not only would I never find the words, but that he already understood. He brushed his fingertips along my cheek, brushing my hair back from my face. I turned into the touch, brushing my lips across the palm of his hand. He leaned forward, and I whimpered. He was still deep within me, and still hard. He smiled at my expression as I fought for control over my reaction to that one tiny movement he’d made. “Remember this” he whispered, brushing his lips across my own. “I’ll remember” I promised, whimpering as he moved again, slowly pulling out. “Nobody else touches you here.” He said. He could have ordered me to wear a chastity belt, and I’d have happily complied so long as he kept the key. After a few strokes he drove himself again deep inside, kissing me fiercely. This time making no effort to restrain himself as we came together. Afterward, breathing heavily but content, I nibbled on his throat and purred into his ear. Very softly he whispered to me “You are mine.” I knew it was true, and that it was what I wanted. “Yes, Matt…” We’d dressed, and had the Talk on the way back to the hotel. Since for a few more months it would be almost impossible to spend time together, we would put things on hold. We would still talk online and on the phone, and try to meet if we could… But any private time would be out of the question. If either of us found someone else to play with, that was acceptable, so long as they understood the rules. Playtime only. Molesting, fondling, mild foreplay… Anything but the one thing he’d claimed for us. “Such a little thing.” He teased, then laughed as I casually let my hand drop into his lap, rubbing. “Not so little.” The driver tossed us out of the car at the hotel, teasing that he would need to have the car cleaned before it could be used again. I blushed, Matt grinned. The lobby was clear, so we dashed to the elevator, collapsing against the wall in giggles as the door closed behind us. We kissed in the elevator for a while, then Matt turned serious and hit the stop button. “I mean it, Red. ‘Till we can be together on and off screen… its playtime. Have fun. Obey the rules. If there’s anyone else you want to play with, get it out of your system now. Cause once you’re all the way mine, I ain’t sharing.” I nodded, but whatever I meant to say was lost as a voice came over the speaker, asking if everything was okay. He laughed, winked at me and told the operator “Sure, I was just trying to decide if proposing at 4am in an elevator after a an incredibly passionate night with a gorgeous redhead and half a bottle of scotch… Would be unromantic?” The operator obviously thought about it for a moment, then decided “Terribly unromantic.” We laughed and he kissed me. “Guess I’ll wait for Valentines then.” The operator thought it was a good idea, and reactivated the elevator, sending us upstairs to our rooms. That night as I lay in bed, I dutifully remembered the sensations and cursed Matt for tormenting me. He knew what he had done, and had done it well. There was no way I could be satisfied with anyone else after that night’s experiences… I made a mental note to get a calendar so I could mark the days till I could be with him again, then stopped. I’d been fantasizing about more than just Matt, and here I was about to blow off any chance of playing with the others. He’d given me permission to play for the next few months, and there was no way I was going to pass on that… The only question was… Who to play with first? Wrestling Fantasy Ch. 3 I spent several days skimming through my old stories, the ones I’d shared with Rob. I wandered around the internet a bit, looking up things about the various wrestlers, and put together a list. Rob had always called the subjects of my stories my Harem members, so that was how I decided to consider them. The original list was disturbingly long, something over two dozen names. I decided that, even with permission to play, Matt wouldn’t approve of such slutty behavior, and quickly trimmed down the list. There were barely a dozen names, several of which had question marks beside them. Those questionable ones being people I wasn’t sure I would have a chance or opportunity to play with. Foremost, of course, was the necessity that any of my playmates understand the rules. Those being, of course… That I belonged to Matt, and anyone I played with was only a temporary diversion until we were together, and that I was allowed to do anything I pleased… short of actual sex… Of course, there is quite a lot of fun you can have, even leaving out that one detail… I spent another day studying the list, watching the shows, and making plans. Matt caught me online one night so I sent him my list, explaining some of my plans and making sure that he was okay with it. He removed one name from it, and added two others. At my surprise of seeing Jeff and Amy listed in place of Chris Jericho… He only laughed, saying that there was a chance, so long as it was a package deal, that they would be agreeable… I had to admit I’d thought about it, but figuring it wasn’t possible hadn’t bothered to list them. Matt ::Smirked:: at me and the conversation degenerated into something else entirely. A few days after that I was on a plane toward Miami for a taping of RAW… I was pretty sure I hadn’t a chance in hell, but decided it was worth a try. I took up my customary space just behind the announcers table, grinning and waving to the cameras. There was some talk about my being there, as the week before Team Extreme had staged the big breakup. Matt wasn’t present, Jeff and Lita made a big show of ignoring my existence, though Jeff did have to hold Lita back when I hopped up onto the wall and blew a kiss to her. There was also talk because I hadn’t dressed as usual. Aka, no fishnet, nothing low cut or anything… I was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt that read “Naughty or Nice?” Test, of course, made several comments about the shirt as well as offers if I needed someone to comfort me since Matt wasn’t in town. I just smirked at him and perched on the wall, waiting for my chance. It came soon after and I bounced to my feet… standing on the wall… as the Rock came strutting down to the ring. He waved and winked at me. As much as I’d been around the guys, surrounded by cameras as they were, I was still just as likely to be star struck as the next drooling fan. I blushed and waved back, hopping down to perch on the wall again, content I’d gotten his attention. Have I mentioned the drooling part? He was wearing tight blue jeans… and I do mean tight… with a vinyl jacket hugging his shoulders, open to show his bare chest. He carried a microphone, and I knew it was going to be entertaining. He wasn’t “scheduled” tonight, but that didn’t mean an impromptu match wasn’t about to happen. I giggled and blushed again as he bowed toward me, saying it was great to see all of his beautiful fans tonight… He also waved to a group of guys across from me, apparently old football buddies from when he’d played in Miami. Then he started on some rant, and I’m not entirely sure what it was as it was quickly interrupted by Triple H’s entrance music. They argued for a bit, throwing taunts back and forth. A challenge was issued and Triple H made his way toward the ring. Rock turned, grinning at me again, and slowly pulled the jacket off. “Take care of that, Red…” he said into the mic as he threw the jacket to me. I swear, I almost fell off the wall as I caught the jacket, quickly slipping into it. The match started soon after, moving fast. It was nothing short of beautiful, and all I could do not to run over to the side of the ring and shout encouragements to them. The end came all too soon, with a rock bottom and the people’s elbow leaving Triple H incapacitated in the center of the ring as Rock climbed through the ropes and headed in my direction. All the cameras turned to follow as he moved to stand in front of me, obviously expecting the jacket to be returned. I hopped down from my perch, standing in front of him defiantly, hands in the pockets as I tilted my head back to look up at him. “Guess you’ll have to take it off me…” I smirked, and quickly stepped out of reach. He just stood there for a second, surprised or shocked. Test jumped in saying he wouldn’t hesitate if I’d offered to let Him undress me, and asking if maybe the Rock hadn’t taken a knock on the head during the fight. I made my way along the wall, dodging the security who made a show of grabbing at me, glancing over my shoulder to see if my trick had worked. Rock quirked his eyebrow and smirked to Test, making some comment about the People’s work never being done… Before I knew it he had caught up to me, sweeping me easily into his arms and carrying me away. I slipped an arm around his massive shoulders, brushing my fingers across the back of his neck, enjoying the ride. I was finally set on my feet as the door of his dressing room slammed shut behind us. He studied me for a very long moment, then reached out, brushing his fingertips along the arms of the jacket. “Too big for you.” He muttered, as I was fairly drowned by the vinyl, but loving every moment of it. I smirked, taking my time about looking him up and down, then shrugged. “Could be fun…” He smiled, pulling me close. I thought at first that he would kiss me, but he only… very slowly… slipped the jacket down from my shoulders and took it away from me, tossing it across the back of a chair. I shivered, looking up at him with a bit of a pout. He ran the fingers of one hand through my hair, then hesitated. “You belong to Matt…” I nodded, moving a bit closer to him, letting my voice drop low. “But I’m allowed to play… for now…” He studied me again, nodding. “Play?” I smiled up at him. “There’s a lot you can do without actually…” He smiled a bit. “Anything but… that…” I nodded. He leaned down, brushing his lips across mine, then pulled away. “Like Parties?” I bounced, pointing to the jacket. “Wear that?” He agreed, saying he wanted to shower first. I left the room, sans jacket, making sure to let the cameras catch me sneaking away. Twenty minutes later my cell phone rang, it was Matt. He was laughing so hard, it took a couple of minutes before I could figure out what he was saying. Apparently he’d just gotten off the phone with Dwayne, who had called to make sure I was really allowed to play. Also, he’d caught the show and congratulated me on a beautiful performance. “Y’know what Rob would say, don’t you?” I asked, but he had no clue. “Watch out boys… Red’s on the prowl.” He laughed some more at that, then after a couple more minutes said he had to run… He was out with some friends and just couldn’t resist congratulating me. Several people in the background shouted hi to me, and I sent my greetings back to them. Just as I hung up the phone, still laughing, a shadow moved in the alley behind me. I twisted around to see, but an arm reached out, dragging me into the alley before I could react. I squeaked in surprise, though I wasn’t afraid. I recognized the feel of the vinyl jacket as I was crushed against it, and made no effort to resist as I was pushed back against a wall and kissed roughly. It was delicious, and I couldn’t help but purr as he let me go, gesturing toward a car at the far end of the alley, our ride was waiting. I was positive that I had an interesting night ahead of me. We slid into the back seat of the car, and I was introduced to the three guys crammed into the front. They were some of Dwayne’s college buddies, who were having a party in honor of his coming to town. We laughed and joked most of the way, the guys flirted some but it was made clear that I was Off Limits. The party itself wasn’t much. A bunch of guys sitting around drinking beer and reminiscing about the good ole days… I heard lots of entertaining stories about things they’d done in college, girls that Dwayne had dated, embarrassing drinking stories… In general its what you’d expect of such a party. It wasn’t a complete waste, however… After a couple of hours more people showed up, girlfriends and other college friends, as well as the usual random people who manage to tag along to parties. Some of them brought more than just beer, and one of the guys put on some music. There was dancing, much flowing of alcohol, and a general buzz of conversation. I finished my third jack and coke an hour later, and decided I was impatient. Climbing into Dwayne’s lap I nuzzled against his neck and whispered that I was bored… “Want to play…” in a velvet tone as I bounced to my feet and glanced toward the staircase, where I’d already seen several couples slip away for privacy. He laughed, making a face at the guys as he climbed to his feet. “Insatiable wench” he said as I grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the staircase. There was much laughter, and several offers of people to take his place if it was such a burden. I blew kisses to them and squealed as I was thrown over his shoulder. Someone called out that “the usual place” should be free, but since I had no clue what that meant, I thought nothing of it. Moments later I was being tossed onto a feather mattress of a huge four poster bed. He stood over me for a minute, then pulled of the jacket and kicked off his shoes. I looked around curiously, noting that we were in an attic as I looked up at the rafters and recognized the shape of several old trunks and boxes. While I was doing this, he’d tossed the jacket and his shoes onto the top of a broken dresser, digging around in the drawers until he pulled out several candles. Melted wax on the dresser as well as several places around the bed showed that this was not an unusual event, and I produced a lighter from my pocket to help. He laughed, lighting the candles quickly, then hopped onto the bed beside me. He grabbed hold of my arm, dragging me close to him, and nuzzled against my ear, whispering. “For about a month now, I’ve been having these interesting dreams… about you… About what could happen if you weren’t with Matt… I even fantasized some about stealing you away for myself. I knew that wouldn’t happen but I decided that if I ever got the chance, even if it was just one night… I’d give you a night that neither of us could forget…” There was an intensity, a level of passion in his voice that quite literally took my breath away. I was already squirming, just listening to him… I had never even dared imagine that he could be interested… The Rock had been on my list of people that I was positive that I couldn’t have, but wanted to try anyhow… The only physical contact between us was his arm wrapped around my waist, and his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. Each word sent tiny jolts of electricity through my body. I squirmed closer against him, running my hands across his chest and over his massive shoulders. He nibbled lightly on my earlobe, then pushed me down against the bed, hovering over me. “The Rock has just one question, Red…” He quirked one eyebrow and I shivered, waiting… “The Rock wants to know…” he leaned so close I could feel the movement of his lips against mine as he spoke. His voice dropped to just above a whisper “Can you handle it?” I squirmed beneath him. There was only one response to give, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He pulled me up to a sitting position without breaking the kiss. Running his hands up my back and with a subtle twist of hand unclasping my bra. He broke the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head, dropping it and my bra onto the floor where I’d kicked off my sandals. I was laid back onto the bed, on my side to give his hands free access to my breasts as we kissed. He weighed them carefully with his hands, brushing his thumbs across the nipples lightly. Like gentle breaths, butterfly caresses… Somehow it was better than having them rubbed or played with… It was slow, a seduction… It was all a seduction. A little at a time he conquered me. His lips on mine, tempting with gentle kisses… as the sun tempts the rosebud to open… His tongue, caressing mine, tasting my mouth… not an invasion… It was an invitation, gentle persuasion, tempting me to reveal more and more of my passion… I had always been afraid to let go, to give in to sensation entirely. Rob had said once that he couldn’t feel guilty for wanting men… After having me, no other woman could hope to satisfy… There had been an intensity between us, in our youthful exploration… A need to satisfy each other and ourselves, a constant urge to explore new things, dive deeper into the lakes of desire… We had held nothing back because to consider otherwise was ridiculous… To love someone enough to be with them, but not enough to give everything that was yourself… heart soul and body… Was beyond ridiculous… Rob had been with a couple of other girls after we’d parted ways, still friends. They had been shy, quiet… And while he had enjoyed it, he couldn’t help but compare it to being with me… I, meanwhile, had moved on as well… Through a series of relationships that revolved almost entirely around sex… Usually parting as friends, and on such terms that occasional… interludes… were possible, I’d thought nothing of guys introducing me to their friends, encouraging them to date me… I realized I was being passed around when, by accident… I overheard one of my ex boyfriends on the phone, talking to a friend who was coming to town for a weekend. He assured the friend that I would be worth the visit, that I was “wild” like a tiger in bed, that I would leave him breathless and exhausted… “Intense… Scary Intense, but God, you can’t pass it up…” After that I started holding back, enjoying the experience but never giving myself to it, never coming close to losing myself in it, always keeping control. While secretly I dreamed of finding the man who would appreciate the depths of my passion, who would not only accept my “Intensity” but match it with his own… Who would be every bit as insatiable for sensation as I was… Matt and I had only had sex once, the time in the limo… Most of the time we spent together was with others, or on camera… The few minutes we could steal here or there were occupied in a rather frenzied attempt to store up as much sensation as we could handle, to tide us through until we could be together again… I had sensed the passion within Matt, and felt it awakening within myself, but as yet we hadn’t had the chance to just be together, enjoy each other… For a brief moment, as I realized the effect Dwayne was having on me, I felt guilty… As if sharing my passion with anyone but Matt was a sin… At the same time I felt relieved, overjoyed even… I had almost started to wonder if it were possible to go to that level again… I had feared that those times, back in high school and the first year or so of college, had been wasted… That I had given so much of myself to those who only wanted to take… That I had nothing left to give to someone who would offer as much as I gave… I wrapped my arms around Dwayne, giving in to the need to share myself… My passion… I think it surprised him at first, that I responded so thoroughly. He broke the kiss for a moment, looking down at me. “Beautiful…” he whispered, and I felt my cheeks and ears burn with my embarrassment and pleasure. Was there anything he could have done that would have made me even more willing to give myself? Honestly, I don’t think so… A physical reaction would have been a memory of those who’d caused me to stop giving… Any other words would have destroyed the moment. He sat up, just staring at me for a long moment. I wasn’t embarrassed, for perhaps the first time in my life. I wanted him to look at me. His eyes were wide, he made no effort to mask the depths of his desire, and his admiration. He seemed awed, entranced even. Very gently he reached out, brushing his fingertips across my breasts, down along my side. He hesitated briefly at the catch on my jeans, but I squirmed against him. The snap came open, the zipper made a soft sound, the denim rustled against itself as he very slowly pull the jeans off and dropped them on top of my shirt and bra. Distractedly I wondered that I wasn’t shy now, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of high cut Hanes for Ladies. He knelt beside me, his hands moving lightly over my body. Again gentle, butterflies and spring breezes, never pausing anywhere long enough to leave a tangible sensation. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, lost in a sense of surreal that aroused me ever further. It was a methodical seduction of the senses, and I was loving every moment of it. The bed shifted slightly as he stretched himself out again, brushing his lips across mine before moving to take a nipple between his teeth, breathing across it. Slowly his lips closed, his tongue flicked lightly across it as he gently began to suck. It lasted only a moment, long enough to center my body’s attention on that area before he moved to the other nipple, showing it the same affection. His hands were still moving, brushing, touching, exploring… I moved mine across his shoulders and along his side, but he stopped. With a smirk and a shake of the head, he raised my arms above me. His lips moved on mine and his jean covered thigh moved up between mine. I was sufficiently distracted by these sensations that I didn’t realize until I actually heard the click of the handcuffs… I had been bound. He looked at me for a long moment, waiting for me to complain if I wasn’t okay with it. I merely smiled, closed my eyes, and waited. Obviously this was something I was meant to enjoy, and I trusted him not to break the one rule. My reward was a kiss, an increased pressure of his thigh parting my legs, and his fingers moving across my breasts. I am not sure if we drew breath again for the next couple of hours. I know that I stopped breathing more than once, my whimpers and gasps muffled by the mouth moving against mine. I don’t remember if the kiss was ever broken, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t, never for more than a moment at least… I almost cried out as the pressure of his thigh between my legs was taken away. Hands gently pulled at the last piece of fabric, encouraging me to lift my hips so it could be removed. I was pulled tight against his body for several moments, just held, naked in his arms. I squirmed against him invitingly, hooking one leg around his waist. He growled deep in his chest, causing the most delicious sensation to my breasts, which were pressed against him. Gently he removed my leg, pushing me onto my back. His mouth moved into a smile as I whimpered, anticipating where the next sensations would begin… But it didn’t happen. His hands moved over my breasts, my neck and face, my sides, my thighs, even my back… For thirty minutes, or more, he deliberately avoided the smooth shaven area that so desperately craved attention. I lost myself within the kisses, the feeling of his hands on my breasts. My reality centered at the two fingers that lightly pinched at a nipple, somehow not noticing the lack of attention from his other hand, until… Slowly two fingers slipped inside, the torturous pace reminding my body of the night with Matt. His eyes widened at the response, my hips raising to push the fingers deeper inside, the moans lost within his kiss, the tightening of muscles around the fingers and the subsequent increased sticky wetness of that area. It wasn’t my first orgasm, that had been earlier, in response to his teeth closing around my bottom lip as he threatened to break the kiss, while lightly pinching both nipples. Wrestling Fantasy Ch. 3 I blushed at the surprise and appreciation in his eyes, closing my eyes and pushing myself against him, not wanting the sensation to stop. Once the inner muscles relaxed, the hand pulled away, moving its attention to that deceptively innocent bit of flesh that earned, upon contact, broke away the last of my control. I had never been in this position before, unable to respond or reciprocate attention, having no option but to focus on the sensation being given to me. If not for the promise I had made to Matt, I would have given myself fully, inviting my lover to claim my body for his own… But I had already been claimed… All I could do was enjoy, and remember Dwayne’s promise that tonight would be an experience that neither of us would forget. Hell, it already was, for me… His fingers moved, alternating between sweet invasion and gentle torture. His mouth finally released me, allowing me to gasp for breath, head thrown back, throat exposed. On impulse or some tip from Matt, he nibbled his way none to gently along my throat to the shoulder, teeth closing unerringly on a bundle of nerves that sent sensation shooting through my body with such heat I imagined I could hear my blood sizzle… His mouth moved to my breasts, moving from one to the other each time his fingers shifted their attentions. Several minutes… or lifetimes… later, he kissed the hollow of my throat, then the space between my breasts, then my belly as he worked his way down… I was already near overloaded with sensation…. My breaths only came in whimpers gasps or moans, my heartbeat so fast I actually did wonder if it would explode… I thought that any new sensation might kill me, though I couldn’t think of a better way to go… If I hadn’t been bound I’d have reached out to stop him, but I had no choice… and I wasn’t about to ask or tell him to stop. Existence revolved around the space between my thighs. I forgot to breathe as two, then three, fingers slipped inside. His tongue fluttered across my clit, alternately stroking and teasing. The other hand held tightly onto my waist, holding me flat onto the bed as my body tried to respond. A rhythm was established, his fingers moving in time with my hips that still struggled to rise against him, as well as my whimpers and gasps. The shorter my breath was, the faster he went. They say there is no such thing as too much as a good thing… however, there is a point where any sensation, even pleasure, overloads the system. Orgasm is similar to this moment, but in a way it is still pathetically short of it. When the moment comes, the world recedes. Reality, which by now is already centered on sensation, becomes amorphous. Sound, even those you are making, seem far away, dreamlike. Light fades to a tiny pinpoint. When the moment comes, that pinpoint of light is extinguished. Darkness becomes reality, the purpose of existence itself. Sensation is washed over by darkness… Sensation and darkness become the same thing. The darkness becomes a living thing, a thing that wants to devour you, closing in on itself… The body reacts with a rush of adrenaline and arousal. Focus becomes irrelevant, if not impossible. The mind closes, shuts down all but the necessary functions. The heart beats a million miles to a second, then gradually begins to slow… The world becomes slow motion. There is a general tension, a tightening of the body itself. Muscles become tight, preparing for the leap. For a heartbeat you balance on the edge of that precipice. You leap outward, diving off of the cliff into the darkness, the river below… Which is sensation itself, lust or perhaps insanity. In that moment, and for that moment, you are lost. You cease to exist and only sensation and darkness, which are interchangeable, remain. I heard, faintly, a scream. It burst from the depths of an aching soul, a heart that knew nothing but the need to express this new emotion. That of purely undeniable, sheer ecstasy. I identified this sound, identified with this sound, and leapt after it into the darkness. I awoke later, blinking as light came in through the attic windows. The handcuffs had been removed and I was being held tightly against Dwayne’s chest. I smiled, purring as I stretched against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His eyelids fluttered sleepily as I pressed my lips against his. I let one hand trail down his side on its way to investigate the bulge in his jeans. “Good Morning…” I smiled, pushing on his shoulder until he lay on his back. I grinned, something about the sparkle in my eyes warning him of my intentions as I climbed astride him, settling myself over the bulge, only the rough denim forcing a barrier between us. “Good Morning” he smiled, watching me. His hands came up to settle lightly on my hips as I rubbed against him. “Tease” he muttered, though he was smiling. I smirked. “What, you get to have all the fun?” He blinked, muttered a comment about how I’d seemed to enjoy myself last night. I batted his hands away from my waist. “Its my turn to play…” I raised up to my knees, reaching for the snap of his jeans. He watched with a slight frown. “Wait” he said, easily shifting onto his side, dumping me onto the bed as he searched the ground for something. After a moment he found my underwear, handing them to me. He seemed, almost, to blush as he explained. “One of us has to wear something… To avoid temptation…” I kissed him, grateful for the gesture. I couldn’t deny that the image that had popped into my head when I woke up was something very different from what was allowed… Namely, the curiosity as to what he would feel like… I stood up slowly in the center of the bed, balancing on one foot as I held out the other. He took the hint, holding the skimpy garment so that I could step into it. I put a hand on his shoulder to balance as I switched feet. Slowly he stood, pulling the fabric up until it covered me. We both studied it for a moment, laughing at my fragile armor. It wasn’t much of a barrier, but it would be enough… It was something that we would have to deliberately disregard… or remove… in order for anything to happen. He kissed me as I worked at the snap and zipper of his jeans… Putting one hand on either post for balance as I slipped the denim down over his hips, dragging briefs with it, and slowly down his thighs and calves to his ankles. He lifted his feet as I had, moments before, lifted mine. I pushed the clothes onto the floor and stayed on my knees, looking up at him from this rather interesting vantage point. I had felt worshipped the night before, by his attentions. Now, looking at him, I could think he resembled nothing less than a god… Zeus himself would be jealous to behold the perfect form. Muscles seemingly molded or chipped out of stone. Features fine, yet masculine. He was broad in the shoulders and chest, tapering down into a tight stomach and lean waist. He had strong, perfectly shaped thighs and calves. As for endowments, any Deity’s consort must count herself lucky, blessed even… As I did in those moments as he looked down upon me. I went to my knees, running my fingertips along the inside of my thighs before reaching out to caress him… Wrapping my fingers around it, curious about the feel, the weight, the sensation of it. I had imagined this, as well as other things. I had the half guilty sensation of one who awakes from an erotic dream to find their lover watching them. I was fascinated, tracing the veins with the tip of my tongue, feeling the hot blood just beneath the skin’s surface. Heat made me think of other things, and I purred deep in my throat as I closed my lips around him, with my tongue seeking out the drop of pre-cum that had seeped out. I applied gentle suction as I slid my lips down the shaft, slowly, not wanting to take too much too quickly. After a couple of experimental strokes, I found that I could take almost all of it with little trouble. I knew the trick that would open my throat, allowing me all of him, but would save that for a more crucial moment. My tongue swirled lightly as I moved, fluttering across the sensitive head and caressing the under side. I’d considered getting it pierced at one point, for the added sensation, but dreaded having to learn to use it properly… It would be fun but hell, why risk ruining what I’d been told was more than just a good thing… Apparently he agreed with previous reviews. He was muttering softly, almost gasping each time I pulled away from his body. Whatever he was saying, either it wasn’t in English, or it was complete gibberish. The only word I caught was my name, a strangled “Red…” in warning as his knees buckled and he sank. I followed him, taking advantage of the situation to play the trick I’d been saving. As he settled onto the bed I opened the back of my throat, increasing the pressure as I took the entire length, slowly pulled away until I had only the head between my lips, flicking my tongue across the tip before taking it all again. The gibberish continued, interrupted at the end of each stroke by a low moan, for several minutes. I felt the tension in his body, tightening of muscles as he was close… and slowed down. He reached out without thinking, not wanting me to stop, but I pushed his hands away, winking up at him. He groaned, realizing that I had every intention of tormenting him, knowing that he wouldn’t find release until I decided it was time. I sat up, smirking as he pulled me up against him for a kiss. I stretched out against him, hands exploring and memorizing the muscles as he had done with my body the night before. The kiss deepened and continued as I squirmed against him, climbing up again so that I straddled him… but carefully, because of the flimsy barrier… I rubbed and ground myself against him for several minutes until the babble became an almost whimpered plea for mercy. He reached for me, and I knew we were both too close to the edge. A thought popped into my head as I grabbed hold of his hands, raising them up above his head as he’d done with me the night before. I didn’t cuff him, not knowing where the keys were, but placed his hands so that he knew he was to keep them there until released. As I worked my way down again, I muttered the words that had popped into my head. “Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil…” Lingering over the word evil as I kissed my way along the length before taking it into my mouth again. I think I heard him repeat my words, or something that sounded like evil, as I began to move faster, my fingers massaging the testes as I again felt the telltale signs, the tightening… He held his breath, waiting for me to stop, to continue the teasing, but I made my cheeks hollow, sucking harder. He moved against me, muttering some sort of warning just before I felt the familiar, much loved twitching. Hot thick liquid filled my throat as I swallowed, still moving, wanting all of it… I continued for another minute or so after the final spasms ended, feeling him go soft. I sat up, licking my lips and grinning at him. “Evil” he muttered, still clutching tightly to the bedposts. “Me?” I blinked, then squealed as his hands flashed out, grabbing me and pulling me on top of him. Our mouths were locked together in a passionate kiss and I could feel him beginning to stir beneath me… “Insatiable…” I muttered, not at all annoyed and completely amused… He grinned, moving again with that breathless speed that had me pinned beneath him before I knew he was thinking of it. His mouth was at my breast while one hand moved down, moving the cloth aside to dip fingers into the warm wetness that had been growing since I woke, if not before. I whimpered, shifting hips against his hand as my own hands moved to claim the growing hardness. My whimpers became moans as he shifted his weight against me, moving his mouth to the other breast. The move was relatively innocent… well, as innocent as anything can be considered in that sort of situation… As was my own turning toward him. I shifted my weight in the bed, pulling one leg up as I wrapped my arms around his neck, nails digging deep furrows into his shoulders… though neither of us noticed that at the time… He shifted again, moving to kiss me, pinning me beneath him. His fingers came up to his mouth and I rose up to suck the juices away myself. The movement shifted our bodies again, the flimsy barrier of my panties the only thing in the way as he rubbed against me and I responded. We kissed, shifted, the barrier shifted… There were shouts and cheers from outside as we both fell silent, realizing how incredibly close we were to danger. “Can’t…” I gasped out. “Rules…” he muttered, giving me a look that I’m certain was identical to my own. We were both praying that the other would have the strength, the control left… If we hadn’t, just then, realized that the cheers were coming from the hallway outside the attic door, I don’t know that we would have stopped… But we did. He flopped over onto his back, I stayed as I was, we both breathed heavily. A chorus of “Rocky, Rocky, Rocky” from outside the room was enough to break the mood, or the spell… We started laughing… The danger was past. The guys started pounding on the door as we dressed. They were threatening to bring video cameras if we didn’t join them for breakfast. He grabbed me as I went to open the door, pulling me close for another kiss. “Thank you.” He whispered as he held me close for a few moments. “Thank you…” I responded… In a way, we were both saying we were sorry, so incredibly sorry… Because we both knew that so long as I was with Matt, it could never happen again.