While I have had many adventurous experiences, this is not one of those. This story is complete fantasy. The idea came to me after piecing together a couple of my more favorite naughty thoughts. I would say all characters are fictional, but they are not. This story is dedicated to a special friend. He knows who he is. π
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XO, Staci
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Being a poor, broke, college student was a simple time in life. Mom and Dad paid for my tuition, a dorm room, and meal plan at the cafeteria. They even gave me a modest allowance for incidentals. Of course, I don't think they intended those incidentals to include slipping into a 'party girl' lifestyle like I'd done. It can also be a dangerous time as well because the need for extra money can occasionally drive you to do things you may not otherwise be willing to do. I ran into exactly this situation in the Spring semester of my sophomore year at LSU.
At the time, my favorite band was the Foo Fighters and they were coming to Houston for a concert. A group of friends was talking about going to see them and started planning a trip. Houston is only a 3-hour drive from Baton Rouge but we knew we'd need to stay that Saturday night in Houston since the concert would be late and we planned to be too drunk to drive back. Foolishly, I committed to go before calculating the costs. A week later, my friend Stephanie told me she had purchased the tickets and I owed her $150. It was at that point that I started adding up the costs -- concert tickets, gas, food, hotel, beer money... it quickly became apparent that my "modest allowance for incidentals" was not going to cover this! After doing the math, I realized I would need about $500 for the trip. I started to feel discouraged when Dad said he wasn't going to give me the money. I asked my boyfriend, Mike, but he couldn't afford it either. My dream of being close enough to have Dave Grohl sweat on me was quickly fading away. Two days later, Mike called and excitedly told me to come to his apartment. He had an idea about how I could get the money for the concert. I hopped on my bike and pedaled over as fast as I could.
Mike could hardly contain himself as he started to explain how he'd been out with his roommates the night before at a bar on the other side of town. It was more of a country bar than a college bar and they'd gone because one of his roommates worked with a guy who had invited them to a wet T-shirt contest.
I interjected that my boobs weren't big enough to win a contest like that, but Mike continued... "No, that was last night. But while I was there, they announced a different contest for tonight that I think you could win. Before you say no let me explain the whole thing. The bar has a small boxing ring and tonight they are doing oil wrestling. Two girls are covered in baby oil and then wrestle. Each participant gets $200 just for entering. The winner gets an additional $2500! I think you stand a good chance of winning Staci! You're athletic, you workout almost every day. You'd be perfect for this!"
I had to admit the thought of winning that much money was a big incentive but I'd never wrestled before and wasn't sure I could do it. Mike kept building up my confidence until I finally agreed. "Fine," I said, "worst case...I get $200, best case...$2700!"
"It starts at 9:00pm," he said, "but registration cuts off at 8:30."
I looked at my watch. It's only 3:00pm. What will we do until then?"
Mike grabbed my wrist and spun me around with my arm behind my back. His other hand reached around my waist as he pulled me tight against him. He slid his hand under my shirt and cupped my breast. "Until then, I'll take you to the bedroom and teach you some wrestling moves" he whispered into my ear.
The 'wrestling moves' Mike had shown me were intermixed with sex moves as well. For instance, one move he showed me was how to take an opponent from standing to face down on the ground then climb on top of them. When I tried to push up it gave him a perfect opportunity to enter me doggy-style. And just like that, the wrestling lesson briefly turned into me getting fucked from behind. Another move was to put an opponent on their back and then sit on top of them while pinning their arms over their head. This move ended with a dick in my mouth. We spent the rest of the afternoon going from one move to another -- each time, Mike's cock ended up either in my mouth or my pussy.
As good as it felt to have him inside me, it was always for a short time and neither of us got to cum. He would tease me for a minute or so, then pull out and say, "Let's practice a different move." Eventually, I looked at the clock. "Shoot! It's already after 7:00pm! We need to go!" We got dressed and started to head out.
Mike's roommates where in the living room playing Xbox when we came out of the bedroom. "Hey Staci" Brett said in-between yelling at Steve to shoot some alien on the screen.
"Where are you guys headed?" Steve asked.
Mike explained that he was taking me back to the same bar they'd gone last night and that I was going to enter the wrestling contest.
"No kidding?!" they both exclaimed. "Do you mind if we come too? We can be your cheering section!" The idea of someone I knew watching me oil wrestle was a bit of a turn on. Having a couple of friendly faces there to cheer for me was comforting as well. "Sure" I agreed. "We can all take one car, but we have to leave now." They turned off the game and were ready to go almost immediately. We swung by my dorm room so I could grab my bikini. Mike had told me bikinis were the required attire and I would rather wear my own than something provided by the bar.
The bar was definitely out there! It took us almost an hour driving down a couple of dirt roads. When we pulled up in the gravel parking lot it was pretty packed. Pickup trucks and motorcycles filled the lot with a few cars scattered around too. There was no doubt this was not a college crowd!
The bouncer at the door stopped us as we approached. He was a huge man! He must have been over 6-foot 6-inches tall and probably weighed over 300-pounds too. "$15 cover tonight." he said, his voice booming from deep in his massive chest. Mike explained that I was entering the contest and he was my coach.
"How old are you hunny?"
"19" I replied confidently.
He checked my ID for good measure, and then said, "Ok, she's free. But it's $15 for you three -- even you Coach."
Once inside we fought through the crowd to find the signup sheet. I was thrilled to see there was only one other girl signed up. I checked my watch -- it was almost 8:30pm! Maybe it would only be the two of us and I'd only have to wrestle one time. That prize money started looking more like a reality!
At 8:30pm on the dot, a man in a referee's shirt and extremely short, tight, black shorts pulled the signup sheet off the wall. He looked at it quickly, then glanced up in my direction. "Can I please have Liv and Staci step forward?" We both did. I looked at Liv -- she was tiny! She was much smaller than me and I thought to myself, 'I can beat her easy!'
"Both of you follow me to the office please. It's quieter and easier to talk." Once in the office he started to explain the rules and how it worked.