Chapter 1

When I met Kayla, she was cute as a button. Fresh out of high school and starting her freshman year of college, and absolutely boy-crazy.

Our church group (yes, it is odd we met at church considering how raunchy this story gets) had a bonfire out in the desert. People carpooled from the church meetinghouse, but I owned a scooter at the time so I just decided to drive myself, failing to recognize just how bumpy the dirt road would be and how poorly suited my vehicle would be for the terrain.

Everyone had a bit of a laugh as I bumbled to the site of the fire, but most people found it kind of endearing. Kayla had been in the car behind me kind of alternating between giggling and feeling bad about my predicament as my very not-off-road-friendly transport jostled me around.

But it was all for the best! It led her to come sit by me at the fire, and you wouldn't believe my excitement when she specifically singled me out to talk to at an event with at least 30 other guys. Kayla was easily the most attractive person there: slim, brown hair, green eyes, perfectly proportioned breasts for her slightly smaller (but not fully petite) frame, and runners legs. She participated in a handful of half-marathons, and while she never placed high or anything, she had fun and was always in great shape. She also taught swimming lessons, and let's just say all her activity did wonders for her butt as well, a cute but defined ass that was really tough not to stare at, especially since that's the body part most guys feel like they can get away with looking at for a bit as the subject is turned away. (I was fortunate to get some long looks when she would climb the stairs leading me to her second-story dorm room, where her elevation placed her assets right at eye-level).

"You know you could have carpooled with me!" Kayla laughed after introducing herself and plopping herself on the ground next to me. My heart started beating harder as I awkwardly introduced myself.

I'm Justin, a tall lanky guy at 6'5" with what I have been told are very nice blue eyes. But you're not really here for my description, are you? So we'll move along.

Kayla and I sat next to one another the whole night and stacked rocks by the fire until they fell, taking turns placing them like a strange game of reverse-jenga and finding a way to lightly touch hands as we did it like the innocent-ish young adults we were. She offered to drive behind me as it got dark to make sure I didn't fall off the scooter on the way back.

And just like that, I had an in with the hottest girl in church, and honestly, maybe the whole damn college in my humble opinion. Kayla had a lot of hints at high libido being repressed because of religious beliefs. But she would have me over in her dorm to cuddle at night and I would spoon her and stay awake while she fell asleep, just admiring her and how lucky I was to get to do even just this. She lived in the Honors dorm because she was also a smarty-pants to go along with the looks. Because there had been a low number of Honors College applicants, she had the room to herself, though it did have a bunk meant for two.

Like clockwork, she would wake up at 4am while we cuddled, get a bit shy, and poke her head out to make sure the coast was clear, then usher me out so no one would think she was having sex. Damn religious stuff.

But as we got more comfortable, I would run my hand up her shirt while we cuddled and she would slowly reach to find my cock through my pants, and we would wordlessly explore each other’s bodies, as if saying anything would make the "sin" more real, and in the quiet maybe God wouldn't notice.

Now, I've always had a mixed wrestling fetish and was slowly trying to work in hints to get something there to happen, but with how shy we were about our late-night activities and our relative youth and inexperience, I didn't know quite how to do it.

While hanging out at a park in one of the tubes one late night (after hours, of course) I decided to pin her down and tickle her. She giggled, squealed a bit, and fought back. I was definitely stronger than her but decided to be nice and stop tickling, instead just scooting up higher and subtly allowing my boner to grow into her face without saying anything. She moved her face closer into it, and while neither of us were comfortable saying just what was going on, we both knew that we liked what has just happened.

The wrestling seed was now planted in Kayla's mind. At the same time, she started questioning the church and becoming more open to sexual things. There was one night I left my wallet out and she started rifling through it in front of me, curious as to what she would find. There was a condom in a plastic case in there I had just in case, though I was still a virgin. I saw an opportunity to play-wrestle again and grabbed her around the waste and began dragging her to the couch.

"Wait, I can't look in your wallet?" Kayla squealed in surprise. "What, is there a condom in there or something?" To be honest, now that I know her better, I think there's a decent chance she had been specifically looking for that. Years later it became extremely apparent that she really, really liked sex and only religious beliefs were stifling a raw, carnal desire to get as much dick as she could.

I finished maneuvering us to the couch, plopping her down and folding her legs up, bending them and giving myself a chance to admire her upright ass and the hints of folding in her jeans at her pussy. I reached for the wallet she was still holding, moving my head between her legs and hoping she would take the hint to headscissor me to stop me from getting my wallet.

Kayla took the hint and wrapped her gorgeous legs around my neck, then laid back on the couch. I managed to lay parallel to her as she turned to the side, maintaining the front headscissor. Her runners legs were genuinely strong, and I would later figure out the only way for me to escape them was to stand up and basically shake her off. But with this being our first experience and something I had been dreaming over forever, I only feebly pawed at her legs and didn't really try to escape.

Kayla resumed the search through my wallet, pulling out my license, my student ID (at which she remarked how cute I looked in that photo) and then she eventually found it. With a bit of mock surprise she held up the condom and exclaimed "Justin, what is this for!?"

I reached for the condom and she pulled it out of reach, up above her head, giving her breasts that fun taut look that happens when a woman stretches. I couldn't help but stare at them, then at her cute smirking face and wonderful green eyes, and then down at the place in her jeans where our exertion had further tightened her clothing, revealing a bit more camel toe inches from my face.

I let my hand that was reaching for the condom down instead, "accidentally" groping her breast instead, then tried to move my head down between her legs to "escape," but really to see if I could get my mouth positioned into her pussy.

Kayla didn't seem to mind the groping and kept smiling while she began opening the plastic container holding the condom. My face slipped lower between her legs and she let out a bit of a surprised look as I ended up pushing my face directly between her athletic legs and into the softness of the area in between where her womanhood felt warm.

She regained her composure quickly and her face went into an even better smile. With my hand on her breast and my lips on hers, I began gently moving my head into her pussy, essentially helping her grind my face while in the headscissor.

She got the message, as we had dry humped a few times in her bunk bed and she had really seemed to enjoy it. Now it was time to hump my face instead, which she did with enthusiasm, grabbing my hair and pulling me in, rocking a bit as my face started to get mushed into her jeans enough that the skin on my face started being pulled with each movement.

I reached under her shirt and her bra and found her soft nipple and felt it go hard while she continued humping my face. Eventually she slowed and breathed heavily, and as sexually repressed as she has been prior to this she later confirmed to me that this was her first orgasm, even though we were both fully clothed and our activity a little unusual (at least for those who aren't into mixed wrestling and trying to steer events toward things like this). After she completed, she released me from her hold, tucked the condom away in her bra, and said "maybe someday" then left to change.

We had unlocked a whole new world of possibilities now. While this was an incredible first mixed wrestling experience, I knew that to fully satisfy my kink I would need to feel a bit more truly overpowered, helpless, humiliated, and teased.