Mat Training (for Yatori)

Chigusa Yuuki needed some help. It seemed that every single match she had, she faced a fighter who was better at close range fighting than she was. Whether it be a brawler heel, or a grappler, or even some of the pro high-flyers, they all seemed to be better when they're up close. Chigusa knew this was a big problem; though nobody other than her had noticed it yet, she knew that it wouldn't be long before her opponents figure out this weakness and use it on her. She knew that she needed to get better at that kind of fighting, but had no idea how. Her friend Megumi couldn't teach her anything new, and Tomomi was not much better than her at close fighting. She needed an experts opinion.

That was when she remembered Yatori. During the championship tournament, Yatori seemed to have figured out Chigusa's weakness, constantly keeping close and avoiding her attacks while overwhelming Chigusa in close range. Yatori was a specialized grappler, she had heard, and was also willing to teach those who asked nicely. So Chigusa gave Yatori a quick call for her request, and wasn't all that surprised when Yatori agreed. What surprised her though was where Yatori wanted to meet her, in her apartment.

So Chigusa put some of her wrestling equipment into a duffel bag, pads, excercise clothing, a change of clothes, and headed off to Yatori's apartment. She wondered what Yatori had in store for her there. Chigusa found the building and Yatori's door. She quickly checked what she was wearing. Her clothes were light and casual, a red woolen sweater for the cold weather outside, with a light blue blouse beneath concealing of course a lacy tight-fitting lingerie top that was her underwear, a gray tight-fitting skirt that fell halfway down her thigh with a pair of lacy white panties to match her lingerie top, and long white stockings. She knocked on the door, hoping Yatori would answer.

People tended to miss the intercom beside the door of Yatori's apartment. It buzzed to get Chigusa's attention.

"Chicchan!"

The door drew open. Yatori wore a short black bath robe that hid any clue as to whether she wore anything beneath. She grinned at her guest. "Come in, come in!" She deliberately made 'come' sound like 'cum' to tease her more straight-laced friend.

As Yatori stepped aside, Chigusa would see the legendary huge futon associated with Yatori's apartment matches filling the otherwise modern-looking living room.

"I'm surprised you dressed for today," Yatori said as she ushered her in and closed the door. "A lot of my guests usually don't. They just throw a long coat over their undies and boots. You'd think they're secret agents. But I like your clothes. Oh, what's with the bag? Are you planning to sleep over, too?"

She winked.

Chigusa literally jumped in surprise when she heard Yatori's enthusiastic voice coming from the intercom before the door even opened. Then, before Chigusa could even get any semblance of her original composure back, Yatori threw open the door. Chigusa actually blushed a little when she saw Yatori's bathrobe, since even though she couldn't tell if Yatori was wearing underwear she had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't.

"Good to see you, Yatori-san!" Chigusa said, bowing quickly to conceal her embarrassment. She followed Yatori inside, looking around the apartment. It was well-furnished, though the large futon in the center of the room confused Chigusa more than a little bit. Yatori had bedrooms, what's the futon doing out here?

When she heard Yatori's teasing remarks, Chigusa, who had finally regained some of her composure, responded in kind. "If you want to see my undies," Chigusa said, "I can take them off... but I think we should wait until we start practice, shouldn't we?" She put her duffle bag in a corner of the room. "Oh yeah, I've got a change of clothes in there," Chigusa said, "Just in case... you know..."

Yatori noted Chigusa's curiosity regarding the futon. So she still doesn't know? And here I thought it was an open secret. I'm going to have a lot of fun today...

She laughed at her guest's witty return. "Yep, yep," she agreed. "It's best to work for what you want. So what will you be wearing? I'll be wearing-"

She undid the sash around her robe's waist. The sash was actually the wide obi of a karate gi that she received from Masane after a passionate match, in exchange for the robe's sash.

"-this!"

Yatori let the bathrobe slide off and down her body. Her two-piece lingerie was black cotton tied in place by ribbons. One tug on a lace, and the top and bottom would fall off like a leaf in autumn.

"And we wrestle there!"

She gestured with flourish to the futon.

Chigusa's eyes widened when she saw Yatori removing the bathrobe. She thought Yatori might really be all naked under there, but was relieved when Yatori at least had the modesty to wear some cotton lingerie, though it looked remarkably flimsy. Chigusa smiled, and quickly pulled the sweater off her head, showing Yatori the white lacy bra she wore underneath. She then undid a clasp on the back of her skirt, which fell down with very little help. She decided to keep the white stockings on though, thinking that they added a bit of eye candy for Yatori to see.

"I'll wrestle like this," Chigusa said, "Though I have to wonder, where are we wrestling?"

Then Yatori indicated the large Futon on the ground. Chigusa was without a doubt very surprised at this development. "You can't mean..." Chigusa began to say, then it all became clear to her. "So that's why you insisted on teaching me in your apartment," Chigusa said, "Alright then, you're my teacher, lets do this your way!"

Yatori liked what she saw on Chigusa. The stockings, especially. She could barely wait to strip them off her playmate. And use them against their wearer. Especially the stockings, again.

"Right! But give me a moment first. I need to put something on. I'll be back. You catch your breath from walking first."

With that she ran off. When she returned, Yatori would be wearing glossy black stockings to match Chigusa's. "There," she giggled. "Now we're a matched pair.

"As for our practice rules, we'll be limited to soft moves. No striking or slams. Just grapples and submission holds. After a fall, either by a pin or submission, we'll take a short break. No sense burning or knocking ourselves out, right?"

She winked. "Anything else you'd like to suggest?" Yatori teased.

Chigusa smiled and blushed a little when she saw Yatori ogling her. She could imagine what was going on in Yatori's devious perverted mind, all the things that no doubt Yatori was going to try on her and do to her. Chigusa personally couldn't wait, especially since they were in private, and there wouldn't be an enormous crowd eager to see her beautiful body getting ravished. Of course, she planned on putting up a fight that Yatori had never faced before. There was no sense in not making her work for the prize after all. And Chigusa couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she had Yatori's sexy body at her whim. She grew excited just thinking about it.

Yatori soon returned with a sexy black pair of stockings on. Chigusa liked the effect. She agreed to Yatori's rules with a slight nod, and shook her head when asked about extra suggestions. No doubt this practice would soon turn into something else entirely. Chigusa got down on the futon, on her knees, hands held out in front of her.

"This is the right position to start from, right?" Chigusa asked. She wasn't a complete novice to mat wrestling, but no doubt could use some guidance along the way.

"Yeah," Yatori replied as she mimicked Chigusa's position, kneeling with her open hands held before her. "Like sumo on our knees on a futon," she chuckled, thinking of her now-semi-retired-and-happily-married best friend.

She returned to the fun at hand. "Ready? Round One! Ding!" With that she waddled on her knees towards Chigusa for a grapple. Just a simple pushing match to get her partner's feet wet, so to speak.

Or was it? For Yatori would deliberately try to push and rub their breasts and then their fronts together if they did lock up long enough...

Chigusa eagerly moved forward as well, sliding slowly across the futon to meet Yatori at the center. Her arms reached out and grabbed at Yatori's arms, getting a hold of Yatori's shoulders. She started to push against Yatori, but before she could put much force behind her push Yatori moved forward unexpectedly. Chigusa was surprised at how fast Yatori wanted to get it on, their breasts pressing against each other through the thin fabric of the lingerie. Her strength faltered for a moment, which would probably give Yatori the advantage even if she wasn't trying very hard.

"Yatori-san!" Chigusa exclaimed, "This move..."

"-all legal, Chicchan," Yatori chirped as she slipped her arms down Chigusa's faltering arms. The bear hug that she inflicted upon Chigusa made her opening front rub tame by comparison.

She locked her arms together behind her opponent's bare back and squeezed. Again her nipples found Chigusa's, as if they were always set to home on their rivals. Though hampered by their tops, Yatori's would grow and harden quickly, causing her to moan a little upon Chigusa's cute face.

"Gotcha~"