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Amy's Evolution

By: joelafayette



Author's note: The story is inspired by a website featuring women wrestling, with the winner having her way sexually with the loser afterward. Part 1 is lots of exposition on how the two ladies become lovers and how Amy changes as she loses weight, while part 2 has most of the sex itself.

Amy's Evolution: Part 1

I believe martial arts saved my life. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (BJJ) to be specific. It saved me from obesity, low self-esteem, and it even stopped a rape once.

I love both the qualities on the inside that make me who I am and the way I look on the outside. But it took a while for me to get here. I grew up fat. No, not just fat. Obese. The problem started in about sixth grade and got worse through the cruel years of junior high and high school. I lacked confidence because of this, and that in turn made me more shy, so I didn't have much personality to compensate for the fat rolls. It was a vicious negative feedback loop. Making matters worse for my self-esteem, I went through high school with newly divorced parents. I became more of a pawn in their war than a daughter to them.

I never got asked out in high school. Not once. I was a natural red head, but instead of embracing my uniqueness like I should have, I was just embarrassed. I thought the fair skin and freckles just made me uglier. The extra tonnage seemed to hit me in all the wrong places, quickly giving me a double chin and hiding any semblance of a waist. The only thing I had going for me was a large rack. But my overweight condition just made them seem obnoxious to me. Instead of perky, proportionate breasts, I had jugs. I felt like a heifer with oversized udders and back pain. The boys must have seen it the same way, because they weren't exactly beating down the door to come after me.

College was better. It was easier to make friends as my peers matured also and looked past outer appearances. I studied hard and always got great grades while holding down a part time job, and I began to realize that I was likely going to have a successful career if I continued to apply myself. My self esteem began to grow. My personality blossomed, and I developed a quick sense of humor. I was less afraid to talk to people. But I continued to neglect my health. I just had no interest or willpower to work out or eat healthy. I used that a convenient excuse for why I had lots of guy friends but no lovers by my senior year. The truth was, I didn't even really care. I wasn't interested in having sex. I didn't seem to have any hormonal urges at all to drive me. The urge to study or eat dessert was stronger than the urge to spread my legs. I graduated college a total virgin. I hadn't even given myself my first orgasm, let alone had a man do it for me.

I was fortunate enough to land a job right away. I moved halfway across the country to Richmond as a 22 year-old entry-level professional. I worked my ass off for about six months, earning a good reputation and securing my place in the company as a valued employee. But every day it got harder to look in the mirror. I realized that outside of college it was a lot harder to meet people. I began to think of things like getting married and having kids, which was natural since I was now in the working world. I realized none of that would happen. At this rate, a victory for me would just be living to forty without having a coronary.

The difference now was that I had the willpower and the free time to do something about it. I had just read one of those "think outside the box" self-help books, and I already had tried out a couple of new hobbies and other things that I wouldn't normally do, but these were minor distractions. The big change came at the Mixed Martial Arts gym I passed on the way to work every day. One day I just decided "what the fuck" and went in. I needed to get in shape, but I knew if I just ran on a treadmill every day like a rodent, I would quickly get bored and stay fat forever.

It absolutely sucked for the first month. In addition to there only being a few other women there, I felt like everyone was making fun of me. But I eventually saw that actually these were a great group of folks. They encouraged me. A few of them had been overweight before also. So I stuck with it. It was weird to get sweaty while grappling with men, but after a while it didn't seem so gross anymore. But it was hell. I was choked, arm-locked, had my face ground in the mat and had people suffocate me while laying on top of me. I was in every way made to feel helpless as I learned. It wasn't all bad though, and it steadily got better. This was the most attention I'd gotten from men, even though it wasn't exactly in a romantic way. But even if I wasn't really interested in any of the men I trained with, it was fun to occasionally have them between my legs for the first time!

I noticed after a few weeks my jeans were looser and my face wasn't as bloated. Once I started seeing positive changes, it was easy to find motivation to make more changes to accelerate the process. I started eating better and smiling more. I bought more fashionable clothes. I started growing out my short and bland hairstyle. People at work and at church saw the changes and encouraged me. I continued to train, and the classes just got more fun. I began to occasionally submit some newer men in training with chokes or joint locks. I felt empowered.

After about 30 pounds and eight months of training, I think I was much better looking but still too chunky. I was just barely entering that window where men who liked a lot of curves might not think I was too fat to make it a deal breaker. I got asked out. My first real date wasn't a great one, probably due to my nerves, but it felt awesome to have a guy show interest finally. I soon got a profile on one of those dating websites and went out on a few more first dates. But I just couldn't meet the right guy to move things to the next level. The guys looking for a relationship were picky, and I wasn't interested in the guys I knew were looking for something a little more short-term. But I sure did enjoy finally occasionally getting kissed goodnight, and I became more confident around men.

After a few months of this, I made a big mistake. I accepted a second date at a guy's house that I didn't know that well. Everything seemed great. He was good-looking and charming, and he was a hell of a good cook. I had never been pampered before like this, and his efforts made me feel like a queen and clouded my judgment. We both drank too much. During a brief make-out session on his couch, I let him fondle my breasts over my shirt. Soon my top was off. I knew where this was headed, but I wasn't ready to go all the way. I put on the breaks just as he shoved down his pants and underwear in a blink of an eye, giving me my first look at a real penis in the flesh. He got angry, first joking around, then getting pushy. Before I knew it, he was lying on top of me. I felt his erection poking at my inner thigh as he took just enough weight off me to be able to reach under and fumble with the button on my jeans. 

The rest was a blur. I had never been raped before, but I certainly was no stranger to feeling a man's heavier weight on my chest. I was a blue belt in BJJ at this point, and at least had a chance of defending myself against a strong man. I was taller than the average woman too, which helped. I was confused for a few seconds. Was this really happening? Could I be misunderstanding something and this was just some kind of passionate play, and was I supposed to go along? No. I was inexperienced, but not stupid. I remember staying calm and asking several times for him to get off, saying "no" more than once. He didn't comply. By now my button was undone and the zipper down. 

I wrapped him up between my legs in the guard position, easy to do since he was trying to force my legs apart anyway. I scooted my hips to the side to go for an arm lock, but we fell off the couch. I ended up on top of him, then quickly wrapped up his arm and fell to the side. With the force of my entire body pressing up against just his weak elbow joint, I easily broke his arm. I felt a weird satisfaction as his elbow made an awful crunching sound. I gave him a few elbows to the face for good measure, then retrieved my top and bra and left his apartment amid a sea of his obscenities and, oddly, apologies. We never spoke again. This was also the first and last time I ever drove home with too much alcohol in me. I felt horrible and lucky when I got home.

That was a valuable lesson for me that made me lose interest in dating for a bit. I remained a virgin, now at 23 years of age. I should have had my first sexual experience by now, because there would be plenty of opportunities if I let myself get involved with a man. I had no religious hangups, although I sometimes wished I did. I did attend church after all. Then I would have the best excuse of all for my puritanism, and maybe be a better person in the process. But I was getting way too interested in sex to stay on the sidelines. I didn't want to wait until I was married for a good fucking, especially since I wasn't sure marriage would ever happen anyway.

I think the aggressive nature of almost daily BJJ training changed my hormones a bit and made me a little horny. I was also far healthier, was not embarrassed by my body as much, and had higher self-esteem, which all worked together to increase my sex drive. Twenty minutes of exploring my curiosity on the Internet got me hooked on porn, and I quickly developed a masturbation habit. Pleasing myself was so much fun that I couldn't believe I had waited this long.

I did that for a few months after the almost-rape incident. The weight continued to come off, and by now I felt I had less than 20 pounds to lose to arrive at my ideal weight. I had a clearly defined waist and just needed to get rid of some pooch in the stomach, fat around the thighs, and an inconvenient double chin. I didn't look that bad anymore from behind. I was pleased with the shape of the cheekbones and other facial features that had emerged from my fat face. My breasts stayed very large, and I began to wear clothes that showed some cleavage. I was definitely getting a lot more looks and compliments now, and I could look in the mirror and humbly tell myself that I was looking at the beginnings of a beautiful woman.

This is when Claudia and I started to spend more time together. Claudia was one of the few other women that I trained with. She started a few months after me and was therefore always at about the same skill level as me. We were the same age and both professionals, but that's where the similarities ended. She was completely ripped from the moment she sauntered into the gym, because she was already a serious kickboxer and just wanted to work on her grappling. She was a gorgeous, outgoing Latina with a very warm and genuine personality.

I still wasn't dating much after the incident. I wasn't avoiding men, but I had cut down my prospects a lot when I deactivated my online dating profile. I wanted more friends to hang out with and fill this free time, so I asked her over to watch a movie and eat dinner. We quickly became friends outside the gym.

I don't think there is anyone on earth besides Claudia that could have gelled with me so well as to instigate the events that came to pass. She was beautiful inside and out and was one of the most interesting people I'd ever met. She had traveled a ton and was fluent in four languages. Unlike me, she dated a lot and put her body to use. As we slowly became best friends, I got a true picture of how slutty she really was. The woman had sampled a lot of cock, and I enjoyed all her stories. She loved sex and had no desire to tie herself down yet. This translated to a lot of well-satisfied men who later had their hearts broken. I slowly began to date again, and we shared stories. Mine were always with a little less detail and focused more on bad first dates. She knew I was more reserved, but I never told her I was still a virgin.

We soon had standing hangouts together on Friday nights if we didn't have dates. We were usually at my place since it was more convenient to our work and the gym, and it always involved a nice dinner and a movie rental. We'd usually watch a chick flick and make fun of the people in it while we drank too much. I looked forward to this night starting on Monday of each week, and I secretly began turning down Friday night dates so we could be together. I think Claudia felt the same way, but she enjoyed a variety of dick so much that she didn't turn down her dates. But she often came over for a night cap afterward if she didn't shack up with whatever lover had her interest since we were both night owls.

I was attracted to Claudia. Ever since I was in elementary school, I can also remember being attracted to women. It was rare and subtle compared with my attraction for men, but with the right combination of personality and gorgeous looks, I would notice a girl and think, "Yeah, I might want to kiss her." For my tastes, Claudia was easily the most beautiful woman in the world. She had long, dark black hair. Her face was fair and freckled like mine, but I was a Midwestern red head and she was an exotic Latina with Spanish roots. We were both relatively tall. I was about 5'10" with Claudia maybe an inch taller. Claudia wore spandex a lot while grappling, and her muscles rippling on her butt cheeks often had a mesmerizing effect on me. She had a tiny waist and flat stomach, with a nice chest that was a lot smaller than mine but would still fill my hand nicely. After months of grappling with her, it was a given that I knew her breast size well since I was pressing against them and accidentally groping her quite a bit.

She also had impeccable style with clothes, and I never knew which version of her I liked more: the spandex-clad, sweaty version, or the made up, elegant version. Both were so attractive and effortlessly seductive. Some might find her too skinny since she had low body fat, but I thought she was perfect. Her butt was tiny, but the muscles gave it enough mass and curves to look great with her tiny waist.

I have no idea if Claudia was attracted to me in that way, whatever "that way" even meant. I just loved being around her and might have liked to kiss and see how that made me feel. I had no idea what potential we had together and how much I would come to feel for this woman. Claudia and I never talked about it. Things never got weird, but they did change. Over time we became so close that it was natural for us to cuddle under a blanket. I was grateful that my small couch, which was really more of a love seat, forced this physical closeness. 

We could talk about anything, and after a few drinks it always turned to sex. Claudia loved to talk, so she didn't really notice that I wasn't sharing as much. I think this is why an enormously popular, outgoing woman loved to hang out with little old me on Friday nights. She could be herself and talk about anything in a judgment-free zone. I kept my own details vague enough to fake that I had any experience without lying. After a few months of hanging out, we began a tradition of watching a little porn at the end of the night. Claudia had busted me by finding a bit of it on my computer one night, and we ended up watching some of it together. We both thought it was cool to watch in small doses for a good laugh, and the fact that we typically had a few drinks in us helped.

We drank responsibly. It only took a few to get us more than tipsy, and she sometimes crashed on my couch. I usually drank only on Friday nights. It was never weird. Her "walk of shame" consisted of putting on workout clothes early in the morning and going straight to the gym. That seemed very respectable to me.

We began a rotation where one of us would pick the movie, and the other download in advance the right porn to look at if we got to that point. It was a fun game, and Claudia and I continued to get to know each other and grow close as weeks passed. We enjoyed talking about which guy we thought would be the best guy to screw and why, and then we'd make fun of the girls for various reasons. It was obvious that Claudia evaluated the whole man, but the most heavily weighted variable was how much he was packing. She was definitely a size queen.

One night I decided to be a little risque, and after I ensured Claudia had sufficient red wine lubrication in her, I put on a lesbian scene with Andie Valentino. "Wow, we haven't watched one of these before," Claudia commented. We were cuddled on the couch, her hand on my knee. I don't know on what planet casual, non-sexual female contact among close friends like this would be considered normal, but Claudia and I were just like that now.

"I like this girl. She's the only porn star I would kiss," I said with a giggle. Andie only did lesbian scenes, at least that I could find. The brunette had a gorgeous face and natural breasts that rivaled my own in size. She was famous for her defining characteristic of oversized pussy lips. I also had big lips and was a little self-conscious about it, so seeing her on screen looking beautiful made me feel beautiful about my own body. I just wished I had her ripped physique to go with that chest.

God bless Claudia, she read my mind. "Oh wow, have you kissed a girl before, Amy? I wouldn't have guessed. I thought I knew you," she teased.

"No, never. You?"

She shook her head no. "Nobody asked me before," she said. I looked out of the corner of my eye and she was smiling at me, waiting. And just like that, it happened that easily. We leaned in. Our lips connected, just for a second longer than a peck, then we parted. I stared into her eyes for a second. I wish I could say our first kiss was amazing and we tore our clothes off immediately, but it was nothing like that. It was awkward.

"Ehhh, I don't know," I teased. "I do think you're hotter than all the porn stars we watch, but really, that did nothing for me." A compliment with a dismissal in the same sentence seemed appropriate.

"Yeah, I expected more from you, too," she fired back.

"I'm so disappointed," I added, joking around. I was crushed, but I should have known we couldn't be intimate like this all of a sudden. Perhaps it didn't happen like this in the real world; we had to ease into it. I was grateful I had a partner both willing to try and able to make jokes about it to smooth things over after it bombed. But I wasn't turned off, rather it was just awkward. She was still gorgeous, and I knew I wanted to do it again.

Claudia was ready to leave shortly thereafter. She had stopped drinking and sobered up since she was running a 5k race the next day. I grabbed her arm on the way out and we went for our usual close embrace. "Let's do it one more time just for fun," I said. She was leaving, so there was less pressure.

Our lips met again, and this time they lingered. I felt her breath, sweet and feminine. Our full lips melted together softly. It was different than a man's kiss, or at least the few I'd smooched before. Both of us were soft and unhurried. She paused after a few seconds and came up for air. "One more time, with some tongue," she said. Our lips met again, and this time our mouths opened and her tongue slid into my mouth. I massaged it gently with my tongue before thrusting into her mouth to return the favor. After a few more slippery exchanges we were done. I wanted more, but I sensed I shouldn't push my luck yet.

"Better," I said.

"I would say it has potential. Is this going to make it weird and ruin our friendship?"

No way, I thought. "Nothing will ever ruin our friendship," I said. She smiled. "I don't plan on going any further anyway," I said. "My panties are a little damp, I admit it. But I have my limits." She laughed, probably not realizing I was dead serious about my arousal. "But I do want a kiss goodnight from you every time you walk out my door."


Amy's Evolution Ch. 02



Author's note: Part 1 was a lot of build up and background. If you skipped it, here is the summary: Amy (written in the first person) is a virgin and has just agreed with her best friend to meet at their local Brazilian jiu-jitsu (BJJ) martial arts gym after hours for a match with the winner getting to fuck the loser, inspired by the certain website that features these contests. Amy has gone through a transformation over the past year, losing a lot of weight and gaining confidence.




I was so annoyed when it started snowing in the morning. I was working at home since my office had closed, and Friday's noon BJJ class at the gym was canceled. At least the mats would be fresh since they usually clean them well after Thursday's night class. The snow turned to sleet as the sun set, and normally I wouldn't consider driving in that weather. But the ride to the gym was two miles and totally worth the risk for such a special occasion. I knew my competition felt the same way. With butterflies in my stomach, I showered that evening and put on my outfit and applied a minimal amount of makeup, but spent time putting my hair into a nice braid instead of putting it up like I usually do when I grapple. I thought it looked better, and I had to make some concessions to look good and different versus a normal day at the gym. 

Surprised that Victoria's Secret didn't carry thong bikinis, I had ordered my outfit online from an unfamiliar retailer. I was relieved the day before when it arrived and actually fit. I had never even worn thong underwear before, so it took some getting used to. Coupled with my new figure, I took to liking it really fast. I loved the sexy black bottom with the cute ties on the side and how it made my butt look, even though I would be mortified to be seen on a real beach with it. I slept in it and washed it the next day to get the "factory" smell off it, the fabric riding between my cheeks serving as a constant reminder of my upcoming match with Claudia.

I complemented the sexy thong with my best matching black bra, because the top it came with just didn't feel as good. I checked myself in the mirror for the thousandth time since the outfit had arrive the day before, humbly very pleased with the way my workouts had left my bare ass looking. I put on my best jeans and boots, then added a parka and left at 8:50PM.

When I arrived, Claudia's SUV was the only car parked in the lot. Our gym was part of a larger industrial storage facility, just like many other small martial arts gyms. There wouldn't be much traffic on a Friday night, especially since the weather sucked. I was grateful for the sleet now that we both had made it, since it gave us added privacy. A fellow student driving by and seeing our cars might get curious and drop in.

The door was locked. I knocked loudly, and Claudia answered. She was wearing a long black overcoat on top of tall black boots, leaving just an inch of bare skin showing above the boots. She looked very Eastern European and fashionable. She gave me a stern look as her eyes went up and down my figure, then she broke out in a smile. We had a quick hug and pecks on the cheek, then I came in out of the cold. Claudia locked the door behind me. It was a sliding bolt, just like the one on the emergency exit, which was the only other way out. There were no windows. We were probably in violation of many fire codes, but at least we had total privacy. She had been there long enough to turn on the heat and make the place comfortable for our impending nudity. I quickly removed my parka. "I didn't think you'd show," Claudia said. "I thought the prudish old Amy would use the weather as an excuse and chicken out."

"No way, I've been looking forward to this all week, and I know you have too."

"True," she said. "Okay, let's see your outfit. You go first, I called it."

"Hey, this was my idea!" I protested. She shrugged her shoulders, and I figured well, we have to strip down anyway. Off came the boots, top, and jeans, leaving me in the bra and thong. I stepped from the concrete onto the mat and turned to let her see my butt, then came back around for the verdict.

"Good lord, you're gorgeous, Amy. I'm going to eat you up."

"Your turn," I said. "Nice boots, by the way. New?" Claudia nodded. She had also applied minimal makeup, but I could tell she had paid attention to the small details, just like me. Her black hair was in the same long braid like we'd agreed. It sure would be fun to pull that hair after I won. Claudia unzipped her long overcoat and gave me a mischievous smile as she pulled it aside. She had nothing but her wresting outfit on underneath.

She had chosen a red thong and top, which I thought was one of her best colors against her skin. However, I hardly noticed it, because when she pulled back the coat, I realized she was already wearing her strap-on. It was the penis of a well-endowed black man: dark brown, realistic looking, and very large. "Oh my God, girl, that thing is huge!" I said. "I suppose I should have expected this since you were in charge of the hardware." She took off her boots and joined me on the mat. My hand clasped around the black shaft. It felt warm and soft but firm to my touch also. I couldn't reach all the way around it. I hadn't even thought about what Claudia would bring. I assumed it would have a bright color and medium size like the ones we had seen in the videos. I felt like I was holding an authentic big black cock attached to a tall stud standing next to me. I couldn't help it: I giggled like a little girl.

"Only the best for our special night," Claudia said. "Have you been with a man this big before?" I shook my head no. "I figured a tall, athletic girl like you would appreciate some size, just like me." She leaned in for a kiss, and I got some tongue briefly for the first time that night. "I want to please you when I fuck you." I loved Claudia's combination of dirty talk and affection for me so far that night. She didn't curse much except sometimes when we were drunk, and tonight we were stone cold sober.

"Sure," I said, scared to death. "I've always been curious about big and black." I renewed my vow to win the match to save my innocent pussy the monumental task of accommodating Claudia's enormous penis.

"I brought lube also. I have a tight pussy, so I need it for this big boy. I doubt you will, though, since you're probably pretty wide already." I pouted a little at her playful insult. "How do I look?" I realize I hadn't complimented her yet, even though I had definitely noticed her beauty.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you how beautiful your red outfit is," I said sincerely. "I also didn't mention how I've been fantasizing about you all week, well, actually longer than that, and that I think you look intimidating but totally hot with that big cock dangling between your legs. It's too bad you'll never get to use it on me," I teased. "You're being a tad presumptuous wearing it now, aren't you?"

Claudia loosened the harness and stepped out of it. "Here, you try it on, just so you'll know how it feels in case you actually pull off an upset," she said. I ignored the comment. I usually won against Claudia still, but her skills were closing the gap. It would be a fight, but I knew I would win.

I donned it, and she helped me with tightening the straps. I was surprised at how heavy the mass felt dangling between my legs. I didn't think wearing it would make me feel different on the inside either, but I suddenly felt a lot more powerful and empowered. It would be a blast to wield this weapon in battle and dominate my opponent's fragile little Latin body. I couldn't wait. Confident in a victory, I was glad Claudia had brought such a large dildo. She smiled as she turned and pressed her tush against my crotch, the length of the dildo pressed down, aligned against her crack. I had to steady myself as she pressed hard, grinding her ass against the dildo. "It looks good on you, too," she said. She looked over her shoulder and gave me a quick kiss.

"I like how it feels," I said. "Can we just skip to the part where I fuck you? Lean over and touch the floor right now and I'll put it in from behind. You know you want it."

"I do, Amy." She was whispering, inches from my face. Then the sexy Latina did just as I asked. Showing her athleticism and flexibility with her lithe body, she reached forward and touched the ground, spreading her legs but keeping them straight. She alternatively arched and rounded her back, forcing her crotch to slide up and down the length of the cock. Then she stopped, reached back, and slowly hooked the thin fabric of the thong with her index finger and pulled it to the side just enough to show me what I was dying to see. "Is this what you want? Go ahead, put it in."

Claudia's cute butthole was staring up at me, the tiny radiant lines surrounding her starfish. The one at the bottom turned into thicker and more prominent fold of flesh that must merge just out of sight with the beginning of her pussy. I leaned my head down, trying to see the rest of her treasures barely concealed below her upturned ass cheeks. Claudia was looking back at me, and she giggled. I knew it now; she was teasing me.

She let go of the suit, snapping it back into place. "Or do you want me to bow down for you?" She fell to her knees. She went below doggie even, sitting on feet, her knees spread to the side to allow her upper torso to press flat against the mat. She stretched both hands out far to the front. Claudia was a gorgeous mix of straight lines, curves and symmetry. Her braided hair fell perfectly along her spine and pointed straight to her split, rounded butt. Her knees were a diagonal line out the side, and her hands stretched far to the front. All the Latina's lines seemed to point to the same place: that beautiful, mysterious area between her legs I wanted so bad to explore. Then she turned her head to the side and put both hands behind her. She took the straps of her bikini and pushed them down her hips just enough to show me an inch of crack. "What are you waiting for?" God I wanted her. But I knew this was a game, and I'd have to earn the prize.

Claudia let me take her in for a few seconds, then she stood. "You're such a tease," I accosted her. She joined with me for another hug.

"For now. All you have to do is win, and I will gladly give you whatever you want," she said. She kissed me lightly. Then I felt a wonderful sensation in my pussy. One of the straps for the harness went between my legs. Claudia exploited the remaining slack in the line and was pulling on it from behind and in front of me, rubbing it gently against my crack. I moaned. "Come on, Amy. Deep down you know you want to receive. You like thinking about me being in charge and having my way with you. There's no shame, and you know I'll be good at it. I can treat you like the whiny little whore you are and still make you love my cock, trust me." I grinned as she waited a few moments before continuing. She had really done her research well on how to take charge after one of these matches, or it came very natural to her. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the light touch against my dampening crack. "Stretch out on the mat, baby. Let me fuck you." She kissed me lightly again. I felt the weight of the large penis sag lower. Claudia had loosened the straps on the sides. She raised her eyebrows at me and smiled as I stepped out of the harness. The unspoken question was clear. We were both trying win a battle the best way possible: without having to fight.

"Okay," I said as I nodded. For a brief moment, she believed it. I had returned the favor by teasing her and thus evened the score. "If you can earn it." We both laughed. The teasing was a perfect prelude to turn us on, but we'd have to go to war after all. I knew we were doing the right thing. A good battle would heighten our anticipation and make the sex so much more rewarding. Claudia put the strap-on inside a bag she had sitting on our instructor's desk then came back. We were standing on the mat facing each other, just wearing the bare minimum outfits we had brought.

"So I've been thinking a lot about this match. I have a few proposed rules changes we need," she said.

"Okay, let's hear them."

"I don't think we should kill each other then go straight to fucking since neither of us has really savored the love of a woman before. So we need to intersperse some foreplay in there just so we can be more familiar with each others bodies without rushing."

"Sounds good to me."

"So whenever one of us scores points as if it was a real jiu-jitsu match, we can choose an act of foreplay and stop for a few minutes, then resume from that position." I liked the idea. Points weren't scored here at the high rate as the modified wrestling matches we'd seen on the Internet, so the pace would be good. "But we should still try to score points by the same activities as one of the porn matches and not just go for submissions." No problem, I thought. I could finger-bang her before I did an arm lock to win. "Sound good?"

"When you get all scientific like that, it just makes me look forward to fucking you more," I teased. "I have one more suggestion though." I came close and wrapped my arms around her. "Give me one more good kiss and love me before we fight." Claudia and I shared a kiss for a few minutes similar to the one we had the last night we were together. There was no urgency, awkwardness, or aggression in our kiss. It was a lovely, soft, feminine prelude to the impending carnage. It also served to make my pussy wet even before the match started. I could smell a lovely perfume on her mixed with some kind of berry-scented shampoo. Her breath was minty fresh. I imagined both of us never had put so much time in front of the mirror before a workout.

I moved my right hand down to Claudia's belly and found the waist of her skimpy bikini, sliding a finger underneath it. She reached down and slapped my hand aggressively. "You have to earn that right, girl." And suddenly, our kiss was done and it was game-on. I took a step back, then another. Claudia tried to surprise me with a quick takedown and shot in low to grab my legs. She wasn't quick enough, though. I threw my legs back and sprawled heavy on her, my chest crushing down on her shoulders, forcing her to stay on her knees. It was weird to see my tits jiggle in the bra then flatten out as they pressed hard against her. I was used to doing this in a long sleeve shirt and sports bra. I tried to spin around and take her back, but she reacted quickly and got up, breaking contact. Apparently we were starting on our feet, not on our knees like the porn stars.

As we both continued to work for the takedown, I realized we didn't have the loud music on that normally blared during workouts here. That was fine. I was much more interested in hearing Claudia's grunts and labored breathing, and later the noises of her sexual pleasure. We circled each other, occasionally coming together to try to wrap up the other person and take it to the mat, or occasionally shooting in low. Neither of us had success, and we were already breathing hard after a few minutes. I clenched with her and got my arms under hers. I turned my hips and tried for a judo throw. Claudia was off balance for a second and it looked like I had her, then she was able to use her strength to center herself on her feet. While her hands were around my back and our bodies pressed together on our feet, I didn't notice her tugging at my bra strap until she pulled back a few inches and I felt my tits feel a little less restrained as the straps went slack. I reflexively put both hands on my tits, but it was too late. Claudia pulled hard as she retreated a few steps, and the fabric slid between my fingers. I move my hands aside, and my naked breasts sprang free.

Claudia grinned as she backed up a few more steps so she could gaze at my chest while having enough time to react to any sudden movements. "Do you like?" I asked. I loved my chest, and it was great to finally show it to my best friend. They were more than a handful for sure, but still quite firm with just enough hang to look natural, at least I hoped. My areolae were large and a very light shade of pink, almost indistinguishable from the light flesh on the breasts around them. My nipples were large also, pointing slightly upward, aroused, and raised maybe half an inch.

"Wow, Amy! That is an incredible rack! That bra wasn't enhancing you at all. You are all-natural, huge, and perfect. I love them," she said and winked at me. I couldn't help it and blushed a bit, if I wasn't already overly red from exertion.

"Glad to hear..." I didn't get to finish my answer. Claudia was shooting in again. I sprawled on her again hard, my flopping titties mashed against her back. But this time she had penetrated a little further and already had grabbed one of my legs behind the knee. She drove forward to reach the other one and overpowered me for a double-leg takedown. I quickly ensured I was facing her and wrapped her in my guard between my legs, but it was too late to avoid the points. She had scored.

"What happens now? Good shot," I said. I kept her wrapped up so as to not let her advance her position until I knew we were stopping for foreplay.

I felt her muscles relax, and she said, "Sit up." The Latina moved to sit behind me, and her legs stretched out to my sides as her arms went around my waist. I was nervous, because if we started grappling, she could easily choke me from this position, but I trusted her to follow the rules. She kissed my neck for a few seconds, raising goosebumps and stoking my arousal. "Kiss me," she commanded. I leaned back slightly and looked over my shoulder, eagerly obeying. I felt her hand cup my left breast as our tongues slid together. "So heavy," she mumbled into my mouth as she lifted it slightly. I giggled as she began to massage it gently. It felt incredible, and so far she was not even stimulating the nipples.

This position with a sexy woman I trusted kissing me tenderly and cupping my breasts from behind would turn out to be one of the favorite moments of my life. I could have sat there for hours. The only other person to touch me this way was that asshole from months back that tried to rape me, and he didn't have nearly as nice a touch as my Latina. She enjoyed my chest for a couple minutes, and soon her gentle caressing soon began to zero in in my erect nipple with a very light caress that turned into a light squeezing. Claudia's phenomenally great kissing and light pinching on my nips could potentially have gotten me off by itself, but I knew we had to move on even though I didn't want to stop. "Is that okay? Or too hard," she asked, referring to her light squeezing of my nipple and breast flesh.

"It's just right. You have a wonderful touch. Why don't you kiss one of them? I think I would like that." I turned slightly to give her a better angle. She complied immediately, and I felt her wet lips and soft suction on my nipple. She alternated between a light suction and flicking it with her tongue while her other hand cupped and massaged my other breast. I barely noticed when Claudia's other hand settled on my hip and slid over to my crotch. Her middle finger just barely slid underneath the thin fabric as she began her journey south. I put my hand down and stopped her at the top of my runway. I grinned and shook my head no. She'd have to win another small victory to go there, even though I was dying to let her. We knew our brief foreplay interlude had to end. Claudia grinned as I turned to face her, bringing my legs around her torso to return to the earlier position we had stopped in.

"Go," she said and quickly began to struggle. Her objective was to get out from between my legs and mount me, but I didn't let her. She had a bad habit of getting greedy when she was on top, and I made her pay. I grabbed her head and pulled her down, then brought a knee into her chest. As I pulled her on me, I scissor-swept my legs, sending her on her back to the side of me, and I easily rolled on top of her, mounted. I also had the presence of mind to grab the string dangling from her back as I did this, so by the time Claudia hit the mat on her back, the top still covering her tits was untied and completely loose.




Amy's Evolution Ch. 02



"That's points for reversal," I told her. Her arms went limp, and I slowly pulled the top off her. Claudia's tits were much smaller than mine, but she certainly wasn't flat. They were flat against her chest since at that moment since she was lying down, but I could tell there was a perfect amount of mass there to just fill my hand, and the shape was beautiful. Her nipples and areolae were medium sized and dark brown. What really shocked me was that she had nipple rings! I never knew that. They were small silver hoops and looked great on her. I ignored them for the moment and settled my weight on top of her. I began to kiss her as I held her wrists over her head. I slowly worked down and gently took one of her nipples into my mouth. It felt a little strange with the metal there, but I thoroughly enjoyed sucking a woman's breasts for the first time. I came up and kissed her again, then slowly tightened up my legs on her hips and drove my weight harder on her chest. It was time.

I mounted Claudia for a while, letting her tire herself out trying to buck me off. I made sure to shove my tits her her face and jiggle them around, playfully scoring hypothetical shame points on my sexy opponent as we had seen in the videos. Then I moved one leg across her and got in side control with myself at a ninety degree angle to her, my chest against hers to hold her down. I could feel the metal nipple rings pressing against my own chest. I hoped nothing on me would get snagged on one of those! A good strategy here would be for me to attack the far side arm, isolating it and doing an arm lock to force the submission. Claudia knew this from spending hours on the mat with me training, so her arm was underneath my chest out of sight. But this left her bikini exposed, so I was easily able to untie her strap. She would have to expose her arm to attack to stop me. I yanked the loose fabric out from under her bottom, and Claudia was naked. Finally. "Shit," she grunted. I giggled between deep breaths.

She was still completely shaved, freshly it appeared. I brought my hand to her crotch and tried to work my middle finger between her tightly clenched legs. I wanted to rub her pussy and finger her against her will, which gives points in one of these matches. The steady pressure of a sweaty hand was working to my advantage as I slowly slid between her legs. "Come on, baby. Don't make this difficult for me. Let me in there, I want to feel your pussy," I said.

"Ummpphh," was all Claudia said in return. Unfortunately for her, to get out of this position, she needed to spread her legs and forcefully bridge up and try to create enough space so she could move her hips out. When she tried it, I was ready and maintained my position on top of her and slid my hand between her legs. It was surprisingly easy to blindly find her hole and slide my middle finger inside. She was very wet and open for me.

"Nice," I said. "You are hot for me. You want to lose this match, I can tell." I wiggled my finger a bit and thrust it in and out. Now that my hand was there, when she clenched her legs, it was just an annoyance and didn't stop me. "Shall we call this points and take a break?" I suggested. She couldn't escape, and I figured I would win soon, so we needed to do foreplay now. She took a few deep breaths, then I kissed her.

"I am at your disposal," she said. I kissed her nipple again, then peppered her with kisses down her body until I got to her navel. She was tense. I felt her strong abs against my lips. I paused for a few seconds, and her belly went soft as she relaxed. I began to kiss lower, and she got the hint and spread her legs for me. I reached her clitoral hood and gave it a light kiss before moving to lay between her legs on the mat. We exchanged one brief smile as we looked into each others eyes.

"I want to make you cum," I told her. "Tell me what's working and I will try my best to please you."

I thought Claudia's groomed pussy was a beautiful work of art. Her pussy lips were dark brown, just a tad smaller than mine. I was surprised at how I felt no nervous jitters or guilt at all as my face got closer to her pussy. The act I was about to perform suddenly seemed very natural and an appropriate thing to do for someone I cared for this much, even if she was the same gender as me. Her nice smell helped. Claudia had put a small amount of perfume somewhere near her pussy.

I kissed up her muscular inner thigh until I got to her pussy, then I kissed her clitoral hood again before suckling it gently. My partner rewarded me with a sweet gasp. I flicked it lightly, then lowered my tongue downward, parting her petals until I reached the bottom. So far she smelled and tasted great. We were a tad sweaty now, but the salty taste was barely noticeable on her pussy. I gently eased my tongue inside her. Her hole felt very open to me at first, then she squeezed my tongue gently with her muscles. I felt her hands caressing my head. "You're doing wonderful, Amy. Don't change a thing."

I probed my tongue in and out a few times, then returned my attention to her clit with light strokes. I reached my arms around her legs and gently rubbed her tummy and occasionally one of her breasts as I worked her clit. After a couple minutes of steady build up, Claudia held her breath briefly and pushed against me. I felt a small amount of tasteless, warm wetness gush out, her secretions coating my bottom lip. She was riding the peak of one of her mini-waves that built up to a climax, self-lubricating very well in the process. This is just how she worked I would find out. She began to pull on my head with more pressure, which I translated into the correct action, which was stronger tongue pressure on her clit. I tried to recall what I had read on the topic, since I had never received oral before, let alone given it. I used my left hand to reach around and retract her hood a bit and expose the clit more. With my right hand, I slid a finger inside her and curled it up towards her G-spot. Her breathing and moaning patterns indicated I was on track. Wetness spread to my hand near the finger.

"I'm getting close. I want two fingers," Claudia said. I added a second finger and slid them in and out twice before leaving them inside her, curled up as I attacked her clit. "That's it, God, Arrggh!" Claudia's entire body twitched about five times as orgasmic waves rocked her. I felt her pussy muscles alternate several times from gripping my fingers hard to opening to a wide, aroused hole. She giggled for a few seconds as the tension exited her body. "Yummy. Amy, you are good at that! Come kiss me." I slid up her body, and we shared a kiss as she basked in post-orgasmic bliss. "Do we have to keep fighting?" she asked.

"You can let me fuck you now if you prefer," I offered, knowing the answer. I settled my weight on her and swung my legs to the side so I was in the position we had stopped in.

I made Claudia suffer for a few minutes as I kept steady weight on her chest and she struggled to escape. It took effort to hold her down though, so we both continued to ooze sweat. I made a few failed arm locks attempts in the hope of ending the match, then I settled on top of her mounted again with one leg on each side of her. I rubbed my tits in her face a bit as we both laughed, then as I sat upright to transition to another move, Claudia reached between my legs to try to pull herself down and throw me over her head to escape. Instead, I anticipated it and sat back a little, trapping her arm under me. I then scooted up on her a bit and wrapped my right leg under her neck, preparing for a triangle choke with my legs. As I got in position, I felt her trapped hand suddenly pulling my bikini bottom aside. One of her offending digits quickly pressed against my asshole.

"Fuck!" I said as I clenched up my ass cheeks and crushed her hand against her own chest with my body weight. "Not in the stink, Claudia." I had never taken anything the wrong way up the butthole, and I wasn't about to have my first time in that department tonight if I could help it. But her digit, slick with sweat and probably her own saliva, was still pressed against the hole. I fought it hard as I rolled over onto my back, pulling her on top of me with her head between my legs and one hand pulling her head, going for the choke with my legs. I reached one hand around my butt and pulled her hand away just as her finger was passing through my sphincter. But by paying attention to her other hand, I had not secured the right grips to finish the choke. Claudia forced her way out and around my legs, and now she was laying across me in a dominant position. She grinned at me, and suddenly I noticed a draft against my pussy. She must have untied me during the scramble.

"Points," she said. "Now try to relax so I can return the favor." She sat upright, and I lifted a leg and turned to face her, my legs spread wide around her. I'd never had a partner touch my pussy before, and I was thrilled Claudia was about to become the first. "You look great down here," Claudia said as she moved back to lay between my legs. "Did you shave for me?"

"Yes."

"I like it. The red hair you left is a nice touch, and your lips are gorgeous, dear." She must have remembered I was a little self-conscious about my large labia.

"I'm so glad you like it," I said. This was again one of those moments where I was vulnerable to criticism and negativity. It really helped me come out of my shell knowing Claudia sincerely enjoyed playing with my pussy. She purposefully stopped an inch short of her target, and I held my breath in anticipation as her hot breath blew across my clit. Then she sucked me into her mouth, and I threw my head back on the mat and moaned. I could already tell how much better this was going to be than a normal masturbation session.

Her tongue parted my lips, and she explored the rest of my vulva. She lingered at my hole for a second before pushing inside a little. It felt tight. I wondered if she would ask me if I had ever had sex before or if this was normal. She had bragged to me earlier about how tight she was, and I know I felt tighter at this moment than she did. Her tongue returned to my clit, and I felt her slender finger with closely trimmed nails slip inside my hole. She flowed it in and out a few times. Since my pussy had not seen a lot of finger play, I was grateful for her gentle touch. If she had fingered me in the match, it would have been forced in against my will and might have hurt my sensitive tunnel.

"Wow, Amy. You're very tight. It has been a while for you, hasn't it?"

"Yeah," I said and laughed. "But I kegel religiously, plus I am not such a whore as you, which helps," I added to tease her.

"Well, that's true." Claudia left the digit inserted as she continued. I noticed that the Latina was definitely taking her time with me, and her technique was similar to mine. She focused on my clit, and the pressure increased as I began to moan more and push my crotch into her face. She had a few surprises of her own though, and twice she brought me to the edge of a climax only to back off and let me cool down, frustrated. She occasionally left the clit to focus on kissing and sucking my large, engorged labia, and I began to really appreciate the extra flesh I had there for her to nibble on.

After two of these false alarms, I noticed my pussy felt more open compared with a typical masturbation session. No doubt it was due to the fact that I had never been more aroused. When Claudia eased a second finger into me, it was my first time with two. I felt a little stretching sensation, but no pain. I put a hand down to stop her, but stopped short. It was okay. She must have seen it, because she was very gentle finishing the insertion. I moaned louder. It was a wonderful, full feeling when combined with her lovely lips on my clitoris.

"Please, let me finish this time," I begged her. She wasn't going to leave me hanging. I got used to the two fingers as she flowed them in and out about five times, then she parked them inside me and curled them up as she attacked my clit, just as I had done to her. I gave her about two seconds warning, then I felt my climax overtake me. It was the best one I'd ever had, and the waves just seemed to go on forever, leaving me weak. Claudia came up for air and stretched out on the mat next to me with one hand draped over me. We both sensed a minute of rest was acceptable. "You were amazing," I told her. "You can do that for me any time. Best oral ever. You teased me, teased me, teased me, then wham! You delivered. I hope you enjoyed it too."

"Loved it," Claudia said. "I've always liked giving oral. I mean, usually my reward for a job well done is to get a blast of cum across my face, but this was good too!" We both laughed and relaxed for another minute. For just a brief moment, a thought flickered into my brain. She was just too comfortable and skilled at this. Maybe Claudia was a very experienced seducer of women, and I had been played from the beginning. I didn't explore the thought more, because I was too excited about what might happen next.

"It wouldn't have been nearly as good if it was any girl but you," I said, breaking the silence.

"I know. Now let's get this over with so we can fuck."

"I agree," I said. "I can't possibly get any hornier, so no stopping until it's over."

"Sounds good to me," she said.

The rest of the match looked more like a real BJJ match and less like a porn flick, other than the fact that we were both now naked. As we tired, neither of us wanted to spend energy forcing a fingering or mashing our tits in the other person's face. We only wanted to get the submission. That was all that mattered. There were no points, only a winner forcing the loser to tap out, then fucking her with that giant cock. I was fighting to keep my virtue and my pride. If I lost, I would be leaving here a different person, definitely with a very sore pussy and maybe even a sore asshole!

The match went on for a while as we reversed positions several times and went for submissions. I was getting the better of her and almost won the match three times with a couple arms locks and one great choke attempt. The extra sweat combined with the slippery bodies contributed to her being able to slip out and escape. It was pure joy to grapple with her naked body, but we both knew we had to end it soon. We were very tired. Eventually Claudia was able to escape to her feet. We both paused as we faced each other just like we had started, except now we were both gasping for breath, naked and sweaty. But I knew Claudia's stamina level and could gauge her body language; she had the look of defeat on her face.

She wearily shot in for my legs, and I easily crushed my weight down on her with a brutal sprawl. She stubbornly stayed on her knees and fished for grips on my legs. I reached over her back to finger her pussy to distract her, but I couldn't quite reach it. So I decided to return the favor and go for her cute butthole. I pressed my middle finger against it, but not too hard. I figured if it went in anyway with light pressure, I wouldn't hurt her backdoor. Unlike when Claudia had attempted to finger my tush, we were much sweatier now, plus no doubt a few lucky men had plowed her ass ahead of me and loosened up the hole. After a second of resistance, her pucker opened up and my finger slid inside to the second knuckle. "Argggh, dammit," Claudia gasped as she tightly squeezed my finger. I reflected for a second on how cool it would be to play with her butt a little longer, but I needed to focus.

I pulled my finger out, then spun around and climbed on her back. Claudia quickly turned to put her own back on the mat and was able to get her legs free and wrap them around me, so I was on top of her between her legs. "You are beaten," I said, taunting her. "I'm going to pass your guard and finish this." She was too tired to banter with me. I was confident now I could overpower her for just about any submission I wanted. But I got careless. I pulled up one of her legs to lift it on my shoulder so I could go underneath it and around to the side. But I didn't hold down her other leg well enough, and the sweat didn't help either. She pulled on my other arm, and before I knew it, Claudia's legs were wrapped around my head and one of my arms. She was setting up a triangle choke with her legs, and this happened to be one of her best moves. Her long legs were perfect for this. I was in deep shit.

I tried to pull her legs apart and stand up, but it was too late. She made minor adjustments to tighten the choke. I could feel the heat from her pussy somewhere below my chin. She pulled down on my head, further sealing the victory. I only had a few seconds before I would go unconscious due to constricted blood flow through my carotid arteries. I couldn't believe I had just blown it. I tapped Claudia's right thigh to signal the submission. She had won.

I rolled off of her, and we both just laid there catching our breath for a minute. I was now Claudia's submissive, so I awaited my fate. She was in charge. Finally, she got to her feet, so I did this same. She circled me a couple times, just looking at me. "Let's get a drink," she said as we went to sit on the metal chairs by the mat. The cold and perhaps unhygienic chair pressing against my bare ass didn't bother me; I was too tired. There was a fridge next to us, and Claudia got us each a bottle of water. We sat and drank quietly. We knew there was supposed to be a recovery period before the famed fourth round.

I looked at my conqueror sitting next to me as I drank. She was sweaty from head to toe. The part of her shiny black hair not in the long braid was stuck to her forehead. I got my first good look at her perky, pierced breasts hanging naturally on her, and I thought they fit her slender frame and ripped physique perfectly. She had a soft smile on her face as she looked at my body wearily. God, I loved her. I so wanted to win, but I could think of nobody I'd rather lose to. I leaned back in my chair a bit and casually spread my legs slightly, giving her a better view of her spoils. She had earned the right to plunder me, and I hoped I was up to the challenge. I wondered briefly how she would choose to take me in the beginning. Would I be on my hands and knees when it happened? Would I get to ride her and control the pace? I had my preferences, but not knowing seemed to turn me on the most.

Claudia didn't speak as we recovered and drank. She just eyed my body, brazenly staring at my breasts and pussy, already imposing her will by objectifying me like this. It was clear she was completing the transition from lover to competitor and now to owner. I was her property.

After a few minutes more of resting and hydration, we were ready for the next act. Claudia stood and went to retrieve the strap-on out of her small gym bag and then threw the bag on the mat. I watched nervously as she took her time donning the harness and carefully adjusting the straps. The intimidating black cock seemed even larger now knowing it was about to plunge into my virginal body. Maybe it was the blood flowing to my extremities from my exertion, but I felt my pussy tingle as I looked at her and anticipated my impalement. Claudia sauntered back over to me, and I waited for her commands. She began by kicking the cheap aluminum chairs next to me away and straddling me, facing me. The dildo was bent up against my belly. She reached around my head and pulled me into her for a kiss.

It started tenderly, but it quickly became more aggressive. Claudia's tongue probed deeply into my mouth, and her head moved side to side as she controlled my head with her hand. It was a different kind of kiss this time, because it was very assertive on her part with no give and take. We went at her pace, which was increasing in intensity. She was jerking my head, moving me to whatever position she wanted. Her tongue stayed in my mouth the whole time, symbolic of her upcoming hip thrusts with the dildo. I sucked and massaged it gently, but never attempted to insert my tongue into her mouth.




Amy's Evolution Ch. 02



I felt her other hand cup my right breast and squeeze gently. It quickly turned to light pinching of my nipple. I moaned and squealed softly. It hurt, but just a little. The pain excited me. Claudia reached back behind her with her other hand, and I felt it brush my thigh. Seconds later she had found my moist crotch. I parted my legs a bit more to give her access, and her finger slid inside me again. It felt wonderful, and I moaned noisily. Claudia's lips separated from mine with a loud smack, and she finally looked me in the eyes again and smiled. I saw love in those eyes, but something else too. Perhaps a combination of lust and control. I think this was the point where something clicked for me mentally and I became happy I had lost the match. I was nervous of course, but it felt right to have the experienced woman take charge, and I had a growing desire to be penetrated.

Then suddenly I felt her tug at my braided hair, pulling my head back roughly so I was looking at the ceiling. My view filled with her gorgeous face as she hovered over me. "Amy," she said softly, leaving a long pause before continuing. "I'm going to destroy you. Do you need a safe word or something?"

"Do what makes you happy," was my response.

"Good answer. I was going to do that anyway. Get up!" As I stood, she pulled on my hair, steering me towards the mat. I struggled to keep up as my head was jerked down, preventing me from walking completely upright. Claudia took me to the other side of the mat, where there was a tall fence to simulate a cage wall for the students training for cage fights. "Don't worry, I won't make you bark like a dog, I just want to fuck you," she said. "Put your hands on the bar and arch your butt out for me and spread your legs," she said. The middle of the fence had a bar I could grab and bend over, sticking my ass out presumably for standing doggie. "Look straight ahead. Don't turn around."

I complied, feeling very vulnerable but deliciously aroused as I presented two virginal orifices to Claudia with my rear entry exposed like this. A few seconds went by, then I felt a cold, flat object press against both my ass cheeks. Then it was gone for half a second, then suddenly I heard a loud "smack", and a hot flash of pain swept over me as my ass felt like a hundred bees had stung it. I turned in panic, and saw that Claudia had spanked me with a wooden paddle she must have gotten out of her gym bag.

"Hey, I don't think they do that in the show," I objected, pressing my mid-section towards the fence to get my ass out of reach. Claudia reached around my waist and roughly pulled me back to my standing doggie position.

I was still peering back, and I saw her kneel down, then I felt her lips on my ass cheek. For a second I felt her soft touch and thought she intended on loving me, but then she bit down hard on my ass flesh, causing another yelp of pain. She was grinning as she stood. She brought the head of the dildo to my ass crack and slid it down until it was somewhere near my backdoor. "I know you're not ready for anal, Amy, and I have a feeling maybe you've never done it before at all. So unless you want this cock splitting your tailpipe, you will let me spank you. Okay?"

I nodded. The pain had already subsided. I decided to not call her out on the rule that both winner and loser had to agree to anal before any plundering of that orifice took place. I felt the paddle slam into me again, and my head filled with pain stimuli. I saw her swing it this time though and realized she could be doing it a lot harder. I reasoned that Claudia knew what she was doing, and maybe this wasn't such a bad thing. I got a third paddling, then a fourth. There was a row of mirrors against the wall to my side. Boxes and other clutter covered a lot of it, but I could still see myself getting spanked, and I had to admit it looked sexy as hell. The impact caused my large breasts to jiggle and the remaining fat on my ass to quiver. With my mind prepared for the pain, I noticed that the paddle seemed to tug at my vulva area as the flesh around the ass cheeks was compressed. It oddly turned me on, and by the fifth paddling, I didn't mind it at all even though it still hurt. The fire in my ass was translating to a bigger burning in my loins.

Claudia grabbed my ass. I felt her soft breast on my upper back as she leaned in to whisper in my ear: "You kind of liked that didn't you?"

"Maybe it wasn't so bad. But please don't do it again, Claudia," I pleaded. She responded by tugging my hair. She steered me downward until I was on my knees.

"Suck it," she commanded, the cockhead already pressed against my lips. I opened, and she shoved it about halfway in. My jaw strained as I tried to spread wide enough to accommodate. The dildo had an awful latex or rubbery taste to it, but it was interesting to feel the contour of the head and the veins, all designed to make it simulate a real penis. Claudia had really spared no expense on her toys. I couldn't imagine how this giant phallus was going to fit inside my vagina. Of course I knew it would, but the idea was very daunting. She pushed a little, and I felt it press against the back of my throat. She withdrew, then pressed again harder, forcing me to gag. "That's it, bitch. Show me your oral skills, if you even have any." Her words were mean, but I knew it was part of the act and I had her love. She couldn't hide her feelings completely. Even as she forced the dildo into my throat, her hands ran affectionately through my hair.

I never had a chance to get used to the dildo in my mouth, and I knew that wasn't the purpose of this prelude act anyway. She flipped some kind of switch on the base of the toy that I didn't even know was there, and suddenly the cock in my mouth began to vibrate strongly. I felt it in my teeth and all through my head. Perhaps the vibrations would feel good in my pussy, but they were very annoying inside my head. Claudia nudged it back into my throat a few more times, again forcing my gag reflex, then she pulled it out. I coughed a few times and drooled on the mat and hung my head in shame. "That's good, Amy. I'm ready to fuck you now."

I stood back up facing Claudia, and she grabbed my hips assertively and pulled me close. The tip of her cock pressed against my leg. "On your hands and knees. I will take you like a dog first," she told me.

"Wait, just one second please, Claudia."

"What now?" she said with mock impatience.

I reached down and grabbed the black dong, moving the vibrating tip to my clitoral hood. I closed my eyes briefly and trembled slightly, enjoying the sensations of the vibrator. "I thought I would win and this wouldn't matter, but now I have to tell you." I leaned in so my breasts touched her, and I gave her a peck on the lips. "I'm a virgin."

Claudia's face wore a look of confusion for a second, then she turned her head slightly to the side and looked at me. That was her look of doubt. I maintained eye contact and smiled softly, feeling a conflicting combination of embarrassment and pride. After countless hours getting to know each other, we could communicate a lot with just facial expressions. She knew now I was telling the truth. "But what about that guy, what's his name, I just assumed..."

I shook my head. "I never said I did, and I let you assume. I guess I was embarrassed."

Claudia broke into a smile. "I think it's cool, and very, very, very sexy." She kissed me again for just a second tenderly, then she broke it off and I could tell she was back in character. "You lost fair and square, so I hope you don't think you're getting out of this just because I have to pop your cherry. And I don't have a smaller penis for you. You're going to have to go big and black on your first time." One of her hands pulled on my left butt cheek while the other pushed my hip on the other side, trying to twist me so I would be facing away from her.

My grin got bigger, and I leaned in for one more soft kiss on my own terms. "No, Claudia. Please don't do it. I'm so scared. Your penis is too big. I don't think I can take it." I paused between each sentence for a quick kiss. I stopped kissing her and just looked into her eyes for a few seconds, connecting with her. It was obvious I was teasing, although I was indeed a tad nervous. I definitely wanted her. I took a couple steps back, then turned away from her and fell to my knees and assumed a good doggie style on the mat and turned and smiled over my shoulder at her. "I don't want to get out of it," I told her. I shook my tush a little for emphasis. "If you can make it fit, the cock you brought with you is fine for the job, unless you don't want to be my first time?"

"No way I'm going to miss a chance to be your first. We're consummating this. The sexual energy in here doubled as soon as you said the word 'virgin'. You want this bad anyway, I can tell. Don't you?"

"I want it so bad. I need it. But only because It's you, Claudia," I said.

She went to her bag and got the lube before approaching my rear and kneeling behind me. It was dead quiet in the room again since she had turned off the vibrations. "Pull your cheeks apart for me," she said. I rested my face on the mat and reached behind, pulling apart my butt cheeks. "Nice. Have you used a dildo before? Because if it's already broken in, I might as well go ahead and take you with no mercy like the slut you are. Otherwise I'll go easy on you at first."

"No, just a finger. Two of them from you for the first time." Maybe that was enough, I thought. I had no idea if I would need to stretch or pop or whatever for my first time or if I had inadvertently already done it. With all my MMA training and violent hobbies, it seemed likely I was already "broken".

"I don't believe you. I'll have to check," Claudia said, clearly enjoying the dominant persona the game allowed for. "I can see your hole, it's small, but but I don't see any signs of your virginity." Her finger slid in briefly and then was withdrawn. "Definitely tight as hell, I'll give you that. Wider," she commanded. I stuck my butt out a little more and pulled the flesh apart more. I was pulling from the top near the asshole, then Claudia pulled my inner labia apart from beneath my hand. I felt the hole open a bit more. "Oh, okay. Wow, there it is."

"What?"

"That's so cool. You really are intact. I just had to spread you at the right angle. I can see the ring of your hymen clearly. It's a complete circle except for a small tear on your right side, maybe from me earlier," she said with a giggle. "Well, maybe. I'm not an expert. We'll just check it later and compare, then we'll know."

I laughed. I had not seen this on myself of course, but I was glad Claudia was enjoying it. I heard the flip to of the lube, then I had a now familiar full feeling as two slippery fingers slid inside me. It felt a little less cramped than my earlier fingering when she had gone down on me. Her digits felt really good. Claudia applied lube several more times and patiently worked the fingers in me, preparing me for my first fuck. I felt myself open up more without any pain as her fingers not only flowed in and out but also pressed lightly on alternating sides of my vagina. She was deliberately stretching me with her fingers. Her other finger rubbed my clit, and her wonderful touch combined with the thrill of my impending fucking quickly had me approaching another orgasm. I masturbated in doggie and on my stomach a lot, so I was skilled at getting off in this position. Claudia accurately gauged my arousal, withdrew her fingers, and slapped my ass in mock protest. "Don't cum without permission on me, girl. I'm just warming you up."

"Sorry, it feels so good," I said.

I felt her spread my lips apart again. "You feel looser, but you're not broken yet. It's slightly stubborn," she said. "Do you want me to finger you some more and stretch you slowly, or are you ready for me to use the dildo?"

I appreciated the offer for more prep, but it was her decision anyway, and I was ready. "Let's try," I suggested.

"Good," she said. "I think you're ready now too." I heard the lube top pop open again, and I trusted that Claudia was being generous with the goo on the enormous dildo. I felt her hand on the small of my back. "You really do look gorgeous bent over for me, Amy. I've fantasized about putting you in this position before, I admit it. I'm so glad I won."

"In that case, me too." Really, I was completely convinced I was better off losing. I had no doubts in my mind now. I wanted to give myself completely to her, and it just seemed more natural to do that as her submissive and be the one to receive penetration.

"Go to your elbows." I was on my hands and knees, and when I lowered myself to my elbows, I noticed it opened my hindquarters a little more and made me feel lower to the mat and more submissive. My big tits dangled down, and the nipples just barely grazed the mat. Suddenly I felt a firm tug on my hair. "Show me good form. Arch your back. Stick your butt up. Don't hang your head. I want you to look beautiful and confident." I complied and waited. A soft buzzing sound started again. "The vibrations will make insertion easier when we, you know, pop the seal on this gorgeous body."

The head of the dildo pressed against my clit, sending pleasure waves throughout my lower region. Claudia left it there for about ten seconds teasing me, then she ran the large head higher, sliding the tip between my labia over the length of my crack until it rested over my hole. The head was large enough to touch most of my pussy, so the vibrations rocked my clit even when she was poised to enter me. I could tell from her light pressure where the tip of the dildo in the center was located. I moaned in pleasure as my expert lover teased me. I was relieved to feel she had applied ample lube, and it quickly warmed to my body's temperature. I looked again in the mirror and appreciated how gorgeous and intimidating Claudia looked mounted behind me. I didn't look half bad, either! I saw her move up her left foot next to my ass with her knee up, then her right knee was on the mat just inside my own knee behind my ass as she moved into a better position for thrusting. Her nipple ring caught the light just right and sparkled.

She ran the dildo up and down my lengthy crack a couple more times. She was in complete control and could take me whenever she pleased, but she wanted me to beg for it. Just like she showed me with her mastery of oral earlier, Claudia could tease me madly with her dildo too. She also respected that it was my first time, even though she had claims to my virginity. Making me ask for it was her way of giving me an out if I wanted to stay a virgin. I did not. The vibrating head felt great against my clit and would surely get me off soon, but it did absolutely nothing to satisfy the new craving that she had started deep inside me. Claudia had opened my eyes tonight, and I knew I could reach levels of pleasure I had not imagined possible before, but to get there she had to take the next step. I had to have her. What was she waiting for? "Claudia?" I asked.

"Mmmm?" she mumbled back, distracted as she looked at my pussy.

"Put it in. Please." There was an unmistakeable desperation in my voice.

She lifted the dildo again from my clit up the labia, but this time applied a gentle forward pressure as she reached my hole. She jiggled the head slightly to further wedge the tip inside. My lips spread around the head, and the tip slipped into my wet pussy and begin to pry me open. I felt my own flesh inside me tense against the intrusion.

"Is that on target?" she asked.

"Yes, right where it needs to be." I knew it was going to hurt, but I wasn't scared. I knew despite the game we were playing here, this moment was sacred, and she would be as tender as possible.

"Talk to me," she said, which I took to mean she'd go at my pace if I needed to slow her down. I felt Claudia's right hand grip my hip and pull gently as she drove forward, using the other hand to guide the dildo into me. I wanted it so bad, I even pushed back to meet her thrust. I didn't have to wait long for the big event. The tension just inside my opening turned into a burning and tearing sensation immediately. I gasped. The rest of the head easily passed inside my tightness, but the larger girth still tested me. My hymen tore two more times around the perimeter as the elastic ring stretched permanently wide, made completely irrelevant and open now for a lifetime of penetration. "That's it. Open up, baby," she said softly.

"Oooh, ummpff. It hurts," I muttered. I didn't cry out. The pain was bearable, and I knew it would pass. Quite frankly, I was expecting worse from the gigantic phallus. Claudia correctly sensed I wanted her to proceed despite the pain. The large head disappeared inside me. I felt the shaft begin to enter behind it as my body inside opened up wide against the impaling head.

I grunted, then let out a soft moan before talking again. "God, it's so huge, Claudia. Don't stop. I want to do this." My muscles at the entrance still burned as they stretched wide. But an odd pleasure enveloped me as well. As my tunnel expanded to its largest diameter thus far in its life, it stretched wide but did not tear further. My body was ready for this. Only the barrier at the entrance had to give. Instead of pain, the stretched flesh gave me waves of pleasure as the shaft slid across rich nerve endings I barely knew I had, all designed to give me pleasure and make me crave more cock. And as each inch of shaft was inserted, the effect was compounded as more and more of my vagina was stimulated. Added to that was the excitement of getting fucked for the first time and knowing I had put the worse part behind me, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

Claudia cared deeply for me and was prepared to go slower, but it wasn't necessary. I was clearly prepared thanks to the high arousal my sexy partner delivered. My hymen had stretched without difficulty, and the rest of the way was open and ready. Claudia found a well-lubricated hole that was swollen and open with extreme arousal. She eased herself in confidently and without difficulty. I felt a few more inches slide inside and touch parts of me that had never been explored as she passed finger depth and sunk about six inches into me.

Suddenly I felt Claudia change direction. The dildo was being pulled slowly out of me. It was a wonderful feeling also, but stimulated me slightly differently than insertion. I was so tight around the penis that it pulled my flesh with it as it came out, despite the slippery lube. I felt my large lips being dragged out as they clung to the sliding shaft, and the stimulation was intense and wonderful all along the inside of my vagina also. As she finished her range of motion, there was no comparison of the pain versus the pleasure, although they were both there. The verdict was in, and pleasure had won by a mile over pain from Claudia's very first thrust.

Claudia stopped just shy of a complete withdrawal, the head about half out and just barely still sandwiched in my tight muscles. The large amount of new space in the wider tunnel created a vacuum, and I heard a strange slurping sound as air rushed into the opened hole. Then she drove back in, still proceeding slowly with great patience and skill. My lover was confident she could finish the job now as she passed the previous insertion point and the remaining couple of inches slid inside easily. The air inside had nowhere to go, and my vagina let out a sexy farting sound as air escaped around the tight seal I made with the dildo. I felt Claudia's hips press against my butt. I had taken it all, conquering not only the girth, but now the length as well.

The overstuffed, full feeling was fantastic. I think one more millimeter deep might have been too much. She was the perfect size for me, pushing me right to my limit. I had a brief second of regret. Why had I waited so long? I had been so foolish. I was so glad I hadn't delayed another moment to lose my virginity. But I also knew I had been smart to keep it for the right moment, when I was ready and the time was right. Claudia was clearly the right person for this job.




Amy's Evolution



"Deal." Even though the kissing had been slightly uncomfortable for us both, I was still glad we did it. At this point in my life, anything out of character I did was a blessing and symbolic of my newly improved self.

For the first time that night, instead of thinking about men when I masturbated, I thought about Claudia. I took my time, bringing myself close to orgasm several times before backing off, building the anticipation a lot before finally pulling the trigger. I went through several lovemaking scenarios in my imagination as I stroked my clit, not really sure how a real-world session with Claudia would actually play out in bed. How do women do it? My knowledge came from porn, and I knew that was at least partly misleading. In the end, just imagining Claudia kissing me and touching me was all it took to get off.

My desire for her was part physical for sure. I thought of her beautiful eyes and hair, her kind face, her shapely legs. I thought about her nice ass in tight spandex, and I thought about how good it felt when I was all sweaty laying on top of her in the gym. But it was also the emotional connection that got me off. Unlike all the men that previously joined me in my mind for a heavy masturbation session, Claudia was the only person that I truly loved, trusted, cared about, and was attracted to in real life. This intimacy enabled me to really open up to her as a lover, sadly only in my imagination.

Claudia and I continued our Friday night "dates", and I got that kiss every night. I wondered what people would think when they saw us at the gym training hard, grappling with the men and each other, if they knew what we did when we were alone. She stayed over more often on those Friday nights. We were comfortable enough around each other, and my place felt like home to her. One night she got a little drunker than me and fell asleep talking to me in my bed. That turned into her sleeping in my bed from then on if she stayed. I only had a one bedroom apartment, and my tiny couch which I had purchased used really sucked to sleep on unless you were super drunk. The second time she did this my air conditioner was crapping out, and we stayed up really late. She came out of the bathroom and crashed on her stomach on top of my sheets in her panties and bra. I'm glad her face was in the pillow, or she would have seen me staring. Her butt was so cute and flawless.

"Nice tramp stamp," I teased her. She had a very cool looking design on the small of her back with edgy black and red lines. "Cute butt too," I said and patted her tiny behind over her black panties. It wasn't really rock hard since she was relaxed, but I could still tell that was muscle there, and I was pushing around just enough fat to make her feminine with none to spare.

Claudia looked up and smiled at me. "Good night," she said and gave me my kiss, then she was out. I wanted to make out with her and see what happened, but I was too scared. Looking back, doing nothing was the right thing. She wasn't ready. But I sure was. That night represented a milestone for me as I leaned over and tried to peer between her slightly spread legs. There was no doubt now. I wasn't just attracted to Claudia with a desire to kiss her and cuddle. I wanted to take her panties off and make love to her. It was oddly liberating to know for sure what I wanted, even though I had no idea how to go about it. My overall sexual libido for men was growing also, so I felt secure in my "straightness" even as I became more enthralled with Claudia. From that point on, any time she stayed, she slept in her panties next to me on the bed. I always had on pajama bottoms. I was such a prude. I just hoped Claudia went to sleep with her panties a little moist also, but I didn't know how to take the next step. I didn't want to risk losing her as my friend, and I was also scared of rejection.

Soon Claudia left for a couple weeks. Her grandmother in Mexico was ill, and Claudia was beside her bed when she passed. The two were very close since her mom had married very young, and her grandmother had played such a large part in raising her. We talked every night while she was there, and we hung out more than usual the first week she returned. At this point we really were best friends, and I would trust her with anything.

Claudia quickly returned to her cheerful self and her never-ending quest for cock. A couple Fridays later she canceled for movie night with me, then called me at 11PM and said she'd be over in five minutes. I was on my second glass of wine already, and when Claudia showed up, she was clearly way ahead of me. She was wearing some kind of exotic outfit with a skirt and tall boots. Her hair was styled but a little messy. I had a feeling she had been bedded already, and I was right.

"I went to Damon's," she said as she fell into my arms.

"Booty call? You're going to break his heart again, you know. How did you get here?"

"He came over to my place to fuck me, then I made him drop me off here. I made it clear I just needed his size and a good lay," she joked. "He accepted my terms. I might be a little sore tomorrow." I laughed. I had never heard Claudia use the F-word outside my apartment, but here she was completely authentic and held nothing back. She and I had talked about Damon before. She dated him for about a month during the previous year. His defining characteristic was the largest and most reliable cock she had been with. I had no idea about his personality. Someone that didn't know her well might assume she had low self-esteem or was feeling sorry for herself by doing this, especially so soon after a personal tragedy. I knew better. Claudia was confident and secure. She just needed a good fucking every once in a while, and she went after what she wanted. She wasn't after a man's validation. She was after orgasms.

Claudia sat on the couch, relaxed with her legs slightly spread. "He gave me a cream pie about ten minutes ago," she said slyly. "I felt some of it drip down when I was getting out of his truck. So annoying. This is why I make men pull out."

"Oh God, girl! Think safety, come on." I was shocked. I knew Claudia did stuff like this, but it was different this time because it had literally just happened, and she was very graphic with her details.

"You know I'm on the pill, and I've known him a while," she said.

"Show it to me," I said. I regretted it as soon as I said it. At least, until she did what I asked! This turned out to be the best ice breaker we could have possibly invented. Thank you, man-I-have-never-met called Damon!

"Well I'm not wearing any panties, so this will be easy," she said casually. Claudia lifted her legs and spread them with her feet on the edge of the couch. She easily hiked up her mini skirt on both her front and back side, and sure enough, her pussy was on full display. I must have been staring, frozen. "Well, come close and see. You've seen a vagina before." I laughed and came closer. The lighting was dim, but standing only a few feet away now, Claudia gave me a great view. She was completely shaved. I enjoyed a full view of her swollen labia, much darker than mine and brown, due to her Hispanic roots no doubt. Her lips were shiny, like she was aroused or someone had been licking her. But her crack was closed tight, and I didn't see any semen flowing out.

"That's a gorgeous pussy, and I would expect nothing less from you," I said and smiled at her. "But it doesn't look like it's just been tapped." I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. It was silly, and I sounded like a man who had seen way too much porn. Yet I couldn't look away and stop making stupid jokes.

"Let's see if I can push some of it out." Her purse was on the couch next to her, and she pulled out her panties. She used her legs on the edge of the couch to lift her butt and put the tiny thong under her crack, always being considerate of other people's stuff. I suppose I didn't want body fluids oozing out on my couch, but if that was the price to pay for a view of her pussy, it was certainly worth it.

Claudia smiled and brought her hands to her crotch. I was glad we had seen so much porn together, which oddly made this a little less shocking and awkward. When she pulled her lips apart, a small hole opened at the bottom. "There has to be more in there. He always shoots a lot. Huge cock and huge loads. The two don't always correlate. I was a lucky girl tonight." I saw her abs flex, then nothing happened for a couple seconds. "There we go," she said and giggled. I couldn't believe it: semen bubbled up into the tiny hole, then oozed down to where her anus pressed against her panties. The viscous fluid did not vanish, instead a glob remained at her entrance, with a thin stream coating her perineum downward. This was the first time I had seen real semen. The soft yellow light was dim, so I could barely make out the white tint to the shiny fluid. But there was no doubt as to what it was.

I didn't realize that I had continued to move closer, transfixed. I was within arms reach, smiling curiously and looking at her pussy. Then Claudia really shocked me. She ran her finger from her anus to her vagina, clearly getting semen on it, then stuck her tongue out and transferred a generous glob with her finger and pulled it into her mouth. She then put her middle finger back into her vagina to get the glob still perched at her entrance and whatever bit was just inside. She held her finger out to me. Without hesitation, I threw caution to the wind and opened my mouth and sucked down the length of her wet finger, running my tongue around the digit to accept the fluid. Oh my God, I thought to myself.

My mouth gave a kissing sound as her finger plopped out. I inhaled, and the barely perceptible, unfamiliar taste of semen grew as the strong scent augmented it. I could scarcely believe what I had just done. My first taste of cum didn't come from a blowjob, but instead came from the used vagina of my best friend! The texture was slimy and sticky, and the taste was both sweet but unlike anything I had ever tasted. Surprisingly, It didn't gross me out at all. Claudia and I were looking dreamily into each others eyes, our faces neutral, perhaps in a state of shock. She wiped her crotch with her panties to remove the excess as she stood, ready to make this even more interesting.

She leaned in, and we shared our most intimate kiss thus far. There was lots of tongue and passion as our lips pressed together hard. I was getting off big time on the idea that a man's spunk was flavoring our kiss. It seemed so naughty and taboo and completely out of character for me, even above the already exotic appeal of kissing a beautiful woman. Our soft moans of pleasure seemed very load without my TV or stereo on. We shared his load for a few minutes as the taste dissipated, then we slowly broke off the kiss. By now we were in a tight embrace and looking into each others eyes again. She was pulling me into her, and I felt my crotch rub against hers through several layers of pesky clothes. "Holy shit," she whispered.

"He has a nice taste; very neutral and not too overwhelming," I said, as if I had taken enough loads to know the difference. "As do you." We slowly smiled, then we both suddenly burst out laughing. Claudia excused herself to the bathroom, presumably to rinse her panties and clean up down there a bit. When she returned, I had a drink made for us to wash out the taste, not that it bothered me. I was excited to have finally tasted a man's essence.

"I think I sobered up completely in the two minutes I was in the bathroom," Claudia said. "You okay with what happened?"

"I don't know. You are so manipulative," I accosted her teasingly and poked her in the sternum.

"Hey, you've been on a lot of first dates lately, so I figured you needed a reminder of what it tasted like."

"That's true, but only because I don't do what you do on first dates," I said. If only she knew that was really my first taste at all!

Claudia made herself comfortable again on my couch, drink in hand, then she moved the conversation to a more serious tone. "I lied to you just a little," she said. I looked at her inquisitively. "I was feeling low today. I don't know why. You know, sometimes you just can't explain it. I felt depressed because of what happened last month, then I felt slutty and even mean after giving it up to Damon. Maybe it's time to grow up. Do you think less of me?" She waited a second, then hastily added as if she just realized she might offend me: "None of this has to do with kissing you. I feel very relaxed and not guilty at all with you, even doing what we just did."

"Wow, that's the first hint of any insecurity I've ever seen from you," I said. "You're human and not perfect after all." She nodded. "You've said so many nice things to me, building me up as I've lost this weight. Give me two minutes to return the favor."

"Okay," she sad as I sat next to her. I moved a bit of her long hair out of her face and stowed it behind her ear, then left my hand affectionately on her shoulder.

"One of the things I love about you is that you do everything on your own terms, and you are the best friend I've ever had. When you're ready to, you know, not be such a slut and settle down," I said and paused for us both to laugh and release the tension, "you will bring the same love and consideration to a man that you have to me, and you will be a great partner. I love that you go after what you want and don't let anything stop you, putting that great body to use. Plus you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and there's bound to be a lot of men that feel the same way."

She just looked at me for a few seconds. "Thanks," she said.

"Anyway," I said, completely changing the subject off the serious stuff, "I want to ask you about something I saw. I love your shaved look. I was thinking about doing that."

Claudia kissed my hand, still thinking about my earlier sermon, then made the transition to the new discussion. "Most men like it that way now I think. Plus it feels cleaner and more sensitive. Do you have a hairy pussy?" She raised her eyebrows at me, and I knew she was playfully poking fun.

"I've never shaved anything other than the bare minimum for a bikini line. I think I'd just feel slutty, even though I know that's silly. Plus I have really big pussy lips, and I'm self-conscious. Lack of pubes would just make them show more. Or it could just be since I've always been so heavy, it's not like I've had to worry about people looking at my hairy bush."

"Well you won't have that problem anymore, skinny girl. I think a lot of guys like that more. I mean the large lips," Claudia said. "Shave it. Don't hide it." I laughed, and we continued to talk and have a couple drinks. Claudia eventually asked me some more questions about why I hadn't had any action lately. I still hadn't told her about my experience level, or lack thereof. I decided to share my story from the bad date earlier in the year, since that would make it more plausible for why I hadn't wanted any action lately. Claudia was shocked that a man had tried to sexually assault me, but she loved how it ended so badly for him. "Well that explains a lot," she concluded. "But now it's time to start looking for your Mr. Charming."

"Agreed," I said, refusing to correct her cute mistake of demoting Prince Charming to Mr. Charming with her sexy Latin accent.

Claudia had arrived a little drunk already then never stopped drinking, so she slept in my bed again. I wanted so bad to hold her and kiss her and see where things led, but I was too chicken. By now I was convinced Claudia was at least a little curious and perhaps attracted to me too, but she made no further move on me. I sensed she might want it, and it was so frustrating. She was very mysterious even to her best friend. It must drive men crazy, I thought with a laugh.

The next weekend was a Christmas party with the entire gym at our BJJ instructor's house. This was the only social circle we had in common, so it was fun to see her out of the gym or apartment. We were mostly all young and single, so it got loud and obnoxious by midnight. We did a gag gift exchange; the white elephant or whatever it's called. Then one of the few annoying people in the class made some snide remark to me while I was sitting next to Claudia about us being lesbians. It was a common immature joke given towards women that grapple probably, and it was no secret she and I were close. I barely heard him, but others noticed. Claudia came to my defense with just the right amount of firm hand to put him in his place but not ruin the night for everyone. "Hey, just because she doesn't have sex with you doesn't mean she doesn't like men. I wouldn't give you the time of day either, Jeff."

By 1:00, the party was winding down, and Claudia and I were talking privately. "That pissed you off, didn't it?" I said. "You shouldn't let that d-bag get to you like that. But thanks for sticking up for me. He'll probably apologize to us next week anyway when he's not hammered."

"Yeah, I know. Let's get out of here," she said. We thanked the host and departed. Our training partner's poor joke was made worse by the fact that Claudia and I did actually arrive and leave together. I took her straight home. It was a shame that we weren't really attracted to anyone from our gym class or had the right romantic chemistry with any of them. They really were a great group of guys with common interests, so I chalked this up to a statistical anomaly due to the small class size. For Claudia there were more reasons. As a very attractive and promiscuous lady, it was smart to keep her dating, work, and recreational circles separate anyway.

"Want me to walk you up and hang out for a while?" I asked.

"I feel kind of negative, and it's late. We're both off Monday, why don't we hang out tomorrow? I want to hear about your date," she proposed.

I loved the idea. I was dying to spend time with her. This was Saturday, and we had canceled our ritualistic get together the night before since we both had dates. Mine had gone well, and I wanted to tell her about it. My date and I had made out for 15 minutes in his car before I rejected his further advances at my door, simply because it was too soon to let it get more physical. He had already called twice for a third date. I knew I could possibly lose my virginity before New Year's to a guy who I had at least had a few conversations with and was quite a good catch it seemed. God only knows what story Claudia had for me.

I put some thought into our visit the next night, even though I wanted it to appear informal. I also had some news from work I had to share with Claudia. It was not good news for us at least, but the situation might help us become closer. I tried to look as good as possible without making it seem like I had tried too hard for a night in. I made sure I had on the right amount of makeup, and I paid attention to my hair and styled it down. I dressed in a great new pair of jeans to go with my slimming body, and I made sure I had a nice top on that showed a little of my assets.

She arrived at about 7PM, and we drank a couple glasses of wine as I finished making a light dinner. When we finished eating and sat on the couch, Claudia discussed her Friday night first. Her date turned out to be a bore. He was six inches shorter than her, which to her credit didn't stop her from getting to know him. But he blew the night by having a bit of a complex about it she thought, plus he wasn't that good looking or smart or interesting to begin with. Claudia occasionally took a date from an Internet connection also, and they rarely worked for her. "Just once I want to go on a date with someone whose company I enjoy and who I am as attracted to as much as you," she said.




Amy's Evolution



"Well, that's just not going to happen," I joked. "And thanks." It was subtle and disguised as a joke, but I did notice the first direct statement she had given me that my attraction for her was at least somewhat reciprocated. Despite all the kissing, she had never said that. I changed the subject to me and explained to her that I had spent a nice evening with Charles on our second date. I told how we had kissed in his car for a long time, but that I put him off for anything else. "He's the first guy I've been out with in a while I might actually want to date steady, so I don't want to put out early and blow it. But it was hard, because I really want, well, you know."

"You need to get laid," Claudia offered.

"It has been a while, yes," I admitted. A "while" being infinity or in a previous life, I thought to myself. "I hope he doesn't blow it, because I want to test drive this new body I've been working so hard on."

The conversation lasted for a while as we finished a third glass of wine. After that, we didn't watch a movie, instead I moved us right to the porn. "So, I found some very unusual stuff. You're going to love it. It's cheesy as hell, but I have to admit, it gets me off." She was excited, so I showed her a unique video and explained the concept. Women started grappling in a tiny swimsuit, and points were awarded not only for controlling your opponent, but also for doing things like forced rubbing of her pussy, rubbing your tits in her face, or whatever. The skimpy outfits always came off after a round or two. After three rounds of eight minutes each, the winner strapped on a dildo, turned into a dominatrix, and fucked the loser. It seemed really, really stupid, but completely awesome too.

We started watching a good match between two beautiful ladies who actually seemed to know what they were doing. "Wow," Claudia said. "I think we could take them easily, but you can tell they are really actually trying to win, and they know what they are doing. Sort of."

Soon it was the famed round four, and the winner donned her strap-on and went to work. The brunette with little tits grabbed the curvaceous blonde's pony tail and let her around for a while, made her bark like a dog and deep throat her dildo, then eventually began fucking her doggie style. A thorough anal session soon followed.

Finally Claudia broke the silence. "I don't think this is how women have sex."

"Me either," I said.

"But I really, really like watching it."

"Me too."

We laughed, and I started showing her another match. "I like it a lot, because the women look real. They aren't as made up as they would be on a porn set. You can tell they work hard, and they are actually exhausted and sweating by the end. Twenty four minutes is a long match," I said.

"I agree," Claudia said. "And the women are completely uninhibited. I can see all their imperfections because a wrestling match is so different than scripted sex scenes. There's a little cellulite here and there, a little pooch in the tummy sometimes, and a jiggly butt. But I can also see the real fitness and muscles on them too. They are so beautiful. And they seem to love doing it, whether they win or lose. How have we not seen or heard about this before? I wonder if the guys at the gym even know about it?"

We were on my tiny couch, our thighs touching. We were sharing a blanket, because I'd deliberately left the heat a little low so we'd have to cuddle. Claudia had her feet on the edge of the couch, her raised knees propping up the blanket. I pulled back the blanket, exposing her.

"What?" she said.

"You were in an interesting position there. I just wanted to see if you were touching yourself." Claudia was wearing black leggings, and her hand that was not on my knee was indeed between her legs but just relaxed against her thigh and not stroking her crotch. Her leggings were tight, as always. Claudia seemed to abhor any fabric that didn't cling tightly to her flesh and squeeze out all empty space, allowing her form to show through completely.

"No, but I want to right now while seeing this!"

"I have to admit, I am kind of rubbing my inner thighs together thinking about it myself," I said and giggled.

"Do you think they are all lesbians?" Claudia asked.

"Some," I said. "But they do straight porn too, and some don't do other porn at all. I read a little bit about it, and I think they are mostly straight woman that maybe are a little bi or just think it's fun to appreciate and enjoy a beautiful woman." I had no idea if that was true, and I felt bad for a second thinking about how I had just so casually labeled people. I just wanted us both to feel that two women making love was quite normal.

"I think that's it. I've had sex with a lot of men, but I'd sure like to dominate a woman like that once. I'm kinky as hell and would try anything. I'm secure in my femininity. If anyone judged me, you know where they could go," she said.

"I think I would try it, but only if nobody else knew."

"Yeah I agree on the last point. I just act tough like I don't care what people think."

"I rate these videos as a ten. It's an easy sell for us, since we grapple for fun," I said, leaving out the little detail that not only did I grapple for fun, I also wanted to make love to a certain woman sitting next to me.

"I'll second that. I think that's our first perfect score." We liked to joke around about porn, so one of the things we did was always give our evaluation for how fun it was to view.

"You might lose if you did it, you know. Some of those girls look tough," I said. Claudia just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. I was very happy with the way the conversation was going. I didn't want to delay the bad news I had though, and I hoped it might even bring us closer together before I had to say goodbye. "Can I get you another?" She nodded. It appeared she would be staying over again.

"I need to talk serious for a minute," I told her as I sat down. "I have some bad news. I mean it's good, but bad too." I cupped her cheek affectionately and leaned in for a lingering peck on the lips before continuing. She was puzzled for sure. I went on to tell her that I had a promotion, but they wanted me relocated to Baltimore after the New Year. I was moving right after the holiday break. She paused for a second as she thought of the implications, and no doubt she came to the same conclusion as me. It was a two to three hour drive with the potential for horrendous traffic up I-95. Friday night hangouts were over, and I wouldn't see her in the gym almost every day either.

Claudia congratulated me and held me close, but it was a sad moment. I was moved, because I could see her eyes sparkle a little as she fought back tears. That emotion triggered the same response in me. I had never had a friend this close, and now I had to leave her.

"I do have some good news to share though," I said.

"Thank God, I'm struggling here," Claudia replied. "But I'm so happy for your promotion. You work so hard, you definitely deserve it."

I was playing with her hair now, and I moved the other hand to her knee and smiled. I had been working out and dieting hard over the past few weeks with the holidays approaching, and I had finally made it. "This morning for the first time, I hit my target weight on the scale. I finally made it."

"That's great! I don't see how you could look more beautiful, and I'm very proud of you." A minute went by as we thought about the news I had shared and absentmindedly watched the match on the screen. "Maybe you can start showing off that figure that you've been hiding behind baggy clothes," she added, clearly teasing me. "Those new jeans are a good start."

I had to laugh. "My clothes are always about three weeks behind my diet, that's why. But, seriously, I was hoping to get more specific feedback from you to identify any lingering trouble areas I needed to work on."

"I'm always here for you with an honest opinion," she said. Hoping I was correct, I translated that to mean she wouldn't mind a closer inspection of my body.

"I'm not used to jeans this tight anyway, so I think I'll take them off," I said as I stood. Claudia had seen me in panties briefly before by now, and I had seen her many times. But this time it was different. I was asking her to look at my body, and I would attempt to see if there was any desire in her eyes. I slowly stepped out of my pants, then took off my top, revealing my best set of underwear. The bra was purchased recently, so the fit was good, and it it made my enormous cleavage pop out really nicely while still supporting me well. The panties weren't a thong, but they were tiny and had a nice fit. I wasn't leaving much to the imagination. I felt great. I had really come a long way, but at the same time I was vulnerable. I hated to admit it, but one negative comment from Claudia would tear down a lot of my new-found, fragile self-esteem. Fortunately my best friend was not going to disappoint.

I was standing close to the couch, and Claudia ran her hand over my tummy. "Wow, you really have made tons of progress. No muffin top left, no belly, just perfect curves. Even your belly button looks cute now. You're beautiful, but I hope you know that I've always thought that anyway."

"Thanks. Do you think I should keep trying to trim down? I don't have your defined abs so much yet."

"No. Your belly is flat when you have good posture, and I can actually see good definition there already." I loved her for saying it. All I could think about was that I hoped she didn't stop talking. "Turn," she commanded. "I want to see your butt." I turned away from her and looked over my shoulder at her. I had been looking at my ass every day as I lost weight, and I absolutely loved it now. She seemed to agree, and I was thrilled to hear it. "That's an awesome tush, girl." I clenched up a bit and giggled as she affectionately gripped my left cheek. "Nice muscle tone, feminine but not too much extra in the trunk. You have a great hourglass shape now."

I turned back and faced her. "I'm so glad you like it," I said. In addition to the jiu-jitsu, I lifted weights in my company's smaller gym twice a week. I didn't stay long, but I never skipped my heavy squats or deadlifts. I don't know why in the world I was always the only girl doing these exercises instead of running on a treadmill. After the fat melted off, the payoff from the hard work was clear. I had a great ass, but there had been no easy button to get there.

"I do like it," she added, just looking into my eyes. A few seconds went by as I smiled. "But I always did. Seriously, you've never had to change to impress me. But you do get better looking every day, and your confidence is growing just like your smile." There was a moment of silence as I just enjoyed standing there having her look at me. "Every guy that sees you must be trying to fuck you now." I laughed and shook my head no. "Yeah, right. When was the last time you went on a date and didn't hear from the guy again?"

"It's been a while. I admit it was different before."

"And don't you get about a zillion more emails from Match?"

"No, actually. But I haven't changed my pictures or my stats in forever. I still confess to having a few extra pounds in my profile."

"Not anymore," Claudia said. "There is something about you that I don't like though." I gave her a questioning look. "You still have an amazing rack. You've gotta be a double D at least. I mean I'm not good at guessing sizes higher than mine, so who knows. Did they shrink at all?"

"Very little. You don't like?"

"No I love them. I'm just jealous. You don't deserve those."

"Good. I like it when you're a little jealous," I said. "You don't want these anyway. They are so heavy, they just drag me down." I tried to keep a straight face for a few seconds, then gave up the lie. "I love them, I admit it," I confessed.

She gave me that look like it was a pathetic attempt at a lie, then she stood next to me. Her hand pressed against the bottom of the bra's cup on my left breast. She lifted slightly, feeling the weight in her hand and triggering a slight jiggle of the overflowing tissue outside the bra. "I'll bet if we unhook this bra, those puppies will sag to the floor, or they'll stay exactly the same because they're fake." I shook my head no. This was the kind of teasing only friends this close could get away with. "Don't you at least have some nasty stretch marks to deal with now?"

"No, I've been blessed," I said.

"Take it off. I want to see them," she said.

"No, I don't think so."

"Come on, you've seen my creampied pussy. I think you owe me."

"I want to keep some mystery," I said.

Claudia changed moods in an instant. Her arms circled my waist, and her eyes met mine as she averted her gaze from my chest. "I'm so sad you're leaving." She leaned in and gave me quick peck on the lips. Her right eye was a little misty again. I smiled. She gave me another quick kiss and pulled back. I knew what she was doing. The harmless pecks were designed to see if I wanted more. This time I leaned in a little to meet her halfway, and she had her answer. Our kiss started with our mouths pressed together lightly, then her arms up went around my head as I reached around her waist and pulled her tight. I pressed into her harder, sliding my tongue into her open mouth. She sucked on it gently, then her tongue entered my mouth and gently explored for a while. Then the two tongues met in the middle and began a slow dance around each other as we moaned softly and stood pressed together in my tiny apartment living room.

Claudia and I had kissed before, even with tongue. But it was never like this. This kiss told us beyond doubt without saying a word that we both wanted to be lovers. I could tell by her soft moans and the way she pressed her whole body against me that she wanted more. I had never felt this rare combination of both intense desire and comfort in someone's arms before. When our kiss finally broke off, I noticed that an entire round of the match had expired. That put the kiss at almost eight minutes long, and it ended too soon for my tastes. I pressed my cheek hard against hers, not wanting to be separated. I enjoyed her breath on my neck and the feel of her breasts against mine behind her clothes. One of my hands went from her waist a little lower to rub her butt gently. "Would you ever let yourself make love to a woman?" I whispered in her ear, finally asking the question that had been on my mind for months. We were alone, but I just felt weird saying it in a normal tone of voice. My heart was racing.

"No," she whispered back, her hot breath stimulating my sensitive ear. She waited just long enough to worry me before continuing. "Only with you." I knew she wasn't implying that I was not a woman, but that I was the only woman she would do it with, and the only one she wanted to do it with. The thought sent goose bumps all over my flesh where she was breathing, and a warm feeling grew between my legs.

"Unfortunately, it's a bad night for me," I said and switched to a sheepish grin and pulled back to look at her. I was near the end of my period. "But it's never a bad night to tell someone you want them, right?" I hastily added. Maybe we could have done more anyway. But I had a plan, and it wasn't for tonight.

"It's a bad night for me too," she said, then we both laughed. "Good lord, are our cycles really in synch? So which one of us is the dominant one that made the other's timing change?" I turned and looked at the big screen. It was round four, and one of the ladies was plowing the other doggie style, her demeanor clearly indicating her dominance. We laughed and slowly released our tight grips on each other.

"Whew!" I said, fanning my red face with my hand. Fair skin made me a dead giveaway for my emotional state. "It feels a lot warmer in here."

"So, let's talk about you turning 24," she said. It sounded like a change of subject, but I knew she was thinking the same thing as me, perhaps how to tie all this together. "Are you planning anything special, you know with your church group or with one of those guys you are dating?"

"For sure I'm putting off dates until after Christmas. I might try to plan something for New Year's, especially since you won't be here." Claudia was flying to Cancun to meet her sister for the New Year. "My church group planned something on Saturday for those of us staying in town to celebrate December birthdays, of which I am one. You know, me and Jesus," I said. "If you wanted to toast my old age, our usual Friday night be the best time. That's the 28th, which just happens to be on my birthday." Actually, it was perfect. Claudia would leave the next afternoon, then I'd be in the moving process by the time she returned. It was terribly sad, but at the same time it made it more likely that she would push her boundaries with me.

"I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be than with you on your birthday. Can I take you out dancing again like we did that one time a while back? Men love Latinas doing Country and Western," she said. Indeed that had been a great night worth repeating. 

"I think I have a better idea," I said, trying to seem as confident as possible. It was time to lay my cards on the table. "But you can't laugh at me, because it's a crazy idea. And if you don't think the idea is incredibly brilliant like I do, then we won't do it."

"Ooh, if you're that excited, then I know I will be, too. You're the birthday girl. I am at your disposal. No laughs, I promise."

"And if you don't want to do it, it's going to make me feel embarrassed for even bringing it up, so you have to promise not to tell anyone or ever talk about it again."

"Now I am curious for sure. Okay, I promise."

"Do you have the key to the gym still?" Our gym was in a large warehouse-like facility. It had a very open feel, but there were no windows, only an access door and an emergency exit. On Friday, we'd have total privacy, and Claudia had the key since she ran an impromptu ladies open mat sometimes.

"Uh huh," she said. I smiled slyly and turned to nod at the TV. As if I had planned the timing with the ladies on the video, they were done fucking now and were standing with their arms around each other being interviewed about what a great time they had. What a great time we will have, I thought, no matter who wins.

"Top secret. Just us and nobody else will be there or ever know it happened. I want to do that. With you." I looked into her eyes now, waiting for the response. She let a few seconds go by as she processed the shocking suggestion and I waited tensely in limbo. Then she busted out laughing, doing exactly what she promised she wouldn't do.

"Oh my God, Amy!" she said. "Are you serious?" I nodded. "That's the best idea I've ever heard! I accept your challenge."

I was relieved, and our positive energy fed on each other. I couldn't believe this might actually happen. "We have to discuss rules, because some changes will be needed," I said. "And I don't know about you, but I don't own a strap-on. So we'll have to get one."

"I have one. It'll do great for this."

"What? Really? I thought you've never been with a woman before?" Suddenly I was sad. I thought this was the one new experience I could give her.

"I haven't. Who said I was using it on a woman? One of my boyfriends was a little kinky." Perfect, I thought. She had never been with a woman, but our biggest logistical hurdle was handled. She was adorable when she shrugged her shoulders, acting like it was perfectly normal for her to fuck a boy in the ass. "I'm pretty skilled with one, and I'm going to love fucking you with it," she added. She suddenly reached out and playfully pulled the front of my panties out and let it snap back. I could see my fiery red bush out of the corner of my eye. I had left the maximum amount of hair when I had last shaved my bikini line. I was suddenly embarrassed, and even though Claudia was looking in my eyes, she might have noticed. "Ooh. The carpet matches," she said. Yep, she'd noticed.