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Mixed Emotions

By Cigar

(The following story is fiction. The characters, however, are based on two women I knew in the mid-1970s when I was a teenager. The story takes place in the summer of 1975. Caution: In addition to primarily FF sex and violence this story also contains brief FM sex and violence.)

The incident happened 30 years ago and I still have mixed emotions over it.

By far it was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. By far it also was the worst thing I ever did to another person –an act that profoundly affected the life of one of the women involved.

At age 17, my hormones were running wild. But having no girlfriend – or that many prospects of getting one because I was overweight, awkward and not that attractive – I spent most of my days lost in my fantasies.

I absolutely loved anything to do with women fighting or wrestling. I would fantasize about neighborhood women, female classmates, actresses, models, singers, etc., engaging in long and dirty catfights or grappling in the ring in athletic struggles.

My fantasy fights were always lopsided, ending with a swimsuit clad victor standing triumphantly over a naked and defeated rival.

I spent my allowance on catfight magazines and pro wrestling books with so-called “apartment house wrestling match” stories, featuring gals in bikinis wrestling. I was hooked on the fetish – hooked real bad.

In the real world, I had two adult women I considered friends. One was a neighbor named Kathy. She was in her mid-30s and married. She was a friend of my mother’s, but I often sought advice from her on dating and girls in general.

She knew I had a crush on her and I reckon she thought it was kind of cute. Kathy did not encourage any advances from me, but because she took pity on me she tried to boost my confidence and encouraged me to go to teen clubs, dance halls or other venues and try to meet girls.

She told me what girls liked and advised me against bringing up subjects that girls did not like to discuss. I really treasured her friendship. That’s why the story I am about to tell you is so troubling and demonstrates just how powerful and dangerous a fetish can get.

Much of Kathy’s advice, I’m afraid to say, went in one ear and out the other. Whenever I would visit Kathy for our talks, I spent much of the time admiring her curvy, mature body, long legs and well-shaped large feet. She often was barefoot and wore tight pants and snug-fitting shirts.

Occasionally, I would come over when she was sunning herself in her backyard in a modest bikini or one-piece swimsuit. I would have to quickly find a chair to sit down as I would pop a boner in my jeans seeing her in scant clothing and did not want her to know I was aroused.

Later, in my room, I would lie in bed, stroke my penis and fantasize about Kathy fighting other women, sometimes coming out the clothed victor, other times losing and winding up naked and sprawled at the winner’s feet.

She would look lovely either way, I thought.

But Kathy, a housewife married to a successful businessman, was not keen on any violent activity and told me so when I once tried to describe a fight I had witnessed between two female classmates after school.
She said women rarely fight because, unlike most men, they are able to settle their differences through meaningful discussions and reasoning.

Another woman friend of mine was a Romanian-born single stewardess named Nina, a friend of my aunt’s. I met her when I was 13 and she babysat me and my younger sister.

Over the ensuing years, Nina and I became friends. Though she also sensed I had a bit of a crush on her, she too did not encourage my advances. But she was not shy about bragging about the handsome men she had dated in her travels as an airline hostess.

Once while I was watching professional wrestling on TV, she commented that while she was living in Eastern Europe, she had worked for a while as a female pit fighter.

She actually wrestled other women in a dirt pit in various towns in Romania, Yugoslavia and Bulgaria for money.

I shared with her that I was really into women’s wrestling and, after hearing that, she started talking in great detail about her many victories. She claimed to have never lost a fight. She quit wrestling, she said, when she got her chance to come to the United States and work for an airline.

Nina was a 26-year-old, platinum blonde who stood 5 feet 11 inches, two inches taller than brunette Kathy. Unlike the pear-shaped Kathy who had nice medium sized boobs and wide hips, Nina was slender with small tits.

But like Kathy, Nina also had long shapely legs and big feet. Nina had to buy her size 11½ narrow-width high heels from a special catalogue because shoe stores back then simply did not carry shoes to fit her long slender feet.
Kathy, by comparison wore a size 9 ½ wide width shoe.

The two women had never met each other despite the fact that my mother and aunt each knew both of those ladies.

I wanted so badly to have Nina and Kathy meet, instantly hate each other and get into a rip-roaring catfight for my pleasure. But for the longest time I did not see how that was ever going to happen.

One day, while Nina was telling me about her victory over a big Italian champion in one of her pit fights, I mentioned to her that the woman she described was quite similar in appearance to a woman friend of mine.
She asked me who this woman was. I told her about Kathy and how Kathy was against women fighting because she felt it was beneath them.

“I’d like to meet this Kathy and give her a piece of my mind,” Nina said, offended that another woman would be so judgmental about something she had never tried.

“Look, being a pit wrestler paid real well and certainly was not something to be ashamed of!” Nina said. “It was not as though I was a prostitute or a stripper or anythng like that.

“It was an honest way to make a living and it put food on my table in a very poor country. This Kathy woman probably doesn’t know what it’s like to go to bed hungry at night. Fat, lazy American! She would not last three minutes in a match with me or other Eastern European women.”

I told Nina that I could introduce her to Kathy, but, if she got her to agree to fight her, I would want to be allowed to watch the match. Nina agreed, promising me it would be a fight I – and Kathy -- would never forget.
Now I had to think of a way to get Kathy to want to meet Nina.

The next day, I stopped by Kathy’s house when her husband was at work and told Kathy I had finally met a girl and had gone out with her on a couple of dates. Kathy was so happy she hugged me.

I told Kathy the girl’s name was Nina and I wanted Kathy to meet Nina and give me some of her thoughts about my girlfriend before I introduced her to my parents.

Kathy, smiling ear to ear, said she would love to meet any girlfriend of mine and told me to bring her over late the next morning.

That afternoon I told Nina about the setup.

“Nina, I know Kathy is not going to approve of me ‘dating’ an older woman,” I said. “And I believe she will probably say that to your face, which will give you a reason to start a fight with her.”

“If she does say something offensive I will respond and challenge her,” Nina said. “But no matter what direction this thing takes, you follow my lead and you do not, under any circumstances, interfere in the match. Do you understand?”

I agreed, telling Nina I would stay out of the conflict and let it take a natural course of action to its conclusion, regardless of which woman came out on top.

I would be too busy masturbating anyway to even think about stopping the fight.

That night I could hardly sleep, thinking about the many possibilities of the next day. I fantasized about Kathy stripping and dominating Nina then about Nina completely dominating a naked Kathy.

Little did I realize that what I was about to see would be far more spectacular than anything I could ever have fantasized about.

End of Part 1.

Here are photos of women who resemble brunette Kathy and blonde Nina.