Violet is introduced to a new type of wrestling

“Welcome to my wrestling gym!” Jen announced with a nervous laugh. She opened the door to her dorm common area for Violet, waving her arms around like she was showcasing the space. “Uh… it’s a cozy spot to spar in!” She said, smiling anxiously at Violet. This was a make or break moment for the ‘get Violet to WSW wrestle’ gambit. If the location wasn’t to her liking, she could easily back out of the whole thing.

Violet looked around without giving away what she was feeling. She saw the kitchenette area empty of all furniture save for a ring mat that barely fit the floor space of the small room.

“Definitely cozy,” she replied.

“And you don’t have to worry about getting a ring out!” Jen noted with a gentle laugh. She still couldn’t tell what Violet was thinking about this whole thing. She started to worry this wasn’t what Violet was expecting and quickly added, “I know this isn’t like the professional rings with the rope and everything, but this is a more personal style of wrestling.”

Violet slowly nodded. “I guess with no one around, there’s more focus on the match.”

“Yes!” Jen quickly agreed. “I think once you give it a shot, you’ll see what’s so great about it!”

“That’s what I’m here for!” Violet smiled. “So, should I get changed?” She took off her bag where she had some gym clothes and started to unzip it.

“Well, actually, I have wrestling gear you can use…” Jen told her. The petite blonde’s heart started racing again. This would be another big test of whether Violet would buy into WSW style wrestling.

“Oh,well, I guess if I’m going to do this, I better do it right,” Violet replied.

Jen was still on pin needles as she fetched the ring gear and handed it to her new pupil

“What’s this?” Violet asked, holding up the string bikini. She splayed out the garment and stared at it in shock. “Are you serious?” she asked, dangling the tiny fabric like it was tissue paper.

“It’s what everyone wears,” Jen explained.

“For real?” Violent said, incredulously. “Now I know you’re making this all up!”

Jen realized that she would have to provide some sort of proof to VIolet that she wasn’t just leading her on. “I’ll show you…” she said, pulling out her phone. She set it to play a WSW match and passed it over to her guest.

Violet looked on, eyes widening when, indeed, there were two opponents wearing skimpy bikinis to the wrestling mat. “So people really do this?” she asked, shocked with what she was watching.

“Uh huh,” Jen confirmed. She tried to take her phone back, but Violet was enamored with what was on the screen, turning her body to block.

“Are they trying to strip each other?” the former cheerleader asked.

“That’s one of the ways to earn points in a match,” Jen explained.

“And people watch this?”

“Yeah, it’s online. You have to subscribe to see full matches and stuff, but there’s enough of a following that it can keep going.”

“Do guys watch this?” Violet asked slowly.

“I suppose so…” Jen thought out loud. “It’s not like WSW bans them from watching…”

“And guys are into it?” Violet wondered.

“I wouldn’t know, I’m not a guy…” Jen shrugged.

“I heard that some guys are really into two girls together…” Violet said, a little shyly. “Do you think, if I were to do this, that it’d make me more attractive?”

Jen nodded dumbly. The mental image of Violet doing WSW was very attractive to Jennifer. “Uh huh…” she uttered. She was already smitten with her dark haired guest, but suddenly she was even more entranced by her.

“OK! I’ll do it!” Violet agreed. She had her answer and would push ahead to achieve her goal of attracting men through wrestling other women.

Jen felt like she was being lifted up by the air around her. She jolted up and pointed towards the bathroom. “You can change in there! I’ll go get ready too!”

Jen slipped into her room, which was cramped because she and Sam had stored the kitchenette furniture in there, and stripped down, frantically grabbing her spare bikini to put on. She was just finishing tying the knot to her bottoms when Violet called out in the common room.

“I’m ready!”

It was like a dinner bell for Jen. She rushed out to see the dark haired beauty in that skimpy, string thong and top. Violet looked glorious! Her pale skin contrasted sharply with the dark blue of the bathing suit Jen had lent her. Her curves were accentuated by the dark lines of the string bikini. Her tits and ass were like bubbles that tempted Jen to reach out and pop.

“You look amazing…” Jen admired.

“You’re looking pretty cute yourself!” Vi complimented with her trademark bright smile. Jen’s belly fluttered.

Violet sauntered over to the ring and stepped into the circle. “So, how do we do this?”

“I guess, we start with the basics. I’ll go over the rules,” Jen said. She gave her pupil a brief overview of how to score points, the procedure for matches, time length and other regulations like a proper instructor should. Violet took the news with some concern but remained silent so that Jen could go over everything first. “So… any questions?” Jen concluded.

“So… this really is a sex thing?” Violet surmised.

“No! Not like that! Well, a little, but…” Suddenly Jen was feeling called out for being a pervert. She needed to come up with justification for her hobby real quick. “Well, it’s not like a ‘sex’ sex thing… It's a competition!” she thought as she went on, “The objective is to not get touched, while also touching your opponent, it’s more about who can beat the other person… if that makes a difference…” Jen replied sheepishly.

“Yeah, a girl vs girl match where the winner is who can give it more,” Violet concluded. “So, I would totally win this!”

“Wait, what?” Jen responded, tilting her head in confusion.

“Well, I assume you’re into girls and I’m straight, so you’ll be all into me putting my hands on you while I won’t be affected at all because I’m not into girls!” Violet explained.

“I don’t think that’s how it works…”

“Sure it is! It’s simple! I’ll dominate in this!” Violet said confidently.

“OK… let’s test that theory…” Jen replied, eyeing Violet shrewdly. She stepped into the circle with Vi and squared her shoulders up to face her young charge. “We’ll do a simple exercise: Try to strip me!”

“Alright, I can just…” Vi reached out to pull on Jen’s bikini string. Jen sidestepped her and was behind her before Violet could finish her grab. She turned around and saw Jen take a step back, out of reach. “OK, I figured it wouldn’t be that easy,” Violet chuckled. “Huh?” she paused, feeling something weird. Her neck strap felt loose. She reached behind and found the knot had been undone. “Hey! You didn’t say you were going to go for me too!” she protested. “Oh no!”

It was too late. Jen had made another pass, pulling loose her bikini bottom strings. Reflexively, Violet reached down to catch her unraveling thong. Jen took advantage by completely removing her student’s bikini top, exposing Violet’s voluptuous breasts with a juicy bounce.

“It doesn’t really matter if you’re into girls or not, it only matters that you have the skill to do something about it!” Jen told her as if this were sage advice.

Violet looked at herself, then at Jen who stared back with a confident smile. Violet smiled back. “Teach me more!”