Posted by Peter on 11/18/2002, 1:32 pm
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We first met when we were 16. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, tall, knockout figure, blonde, blue eyes. It was love at first sight. Unfortunately at the department store we both worked at on Saturdays there was another girl, Monica, who also fancied me & tried to elbow Elizabeth aside, by joining us one coffee break and telling a filthy joke about "a girl called Elizabeth". Monica considered her boring and a prude. Elizabeth was superb. She flushed deep red with anger, stood up and after a distinct pause said to Monica "Only a worthless tramp would talk like that." and stalked off. I rushed after her and found her crying uncontrollably. I took her to the sickbay, which was, as usual unattended, locked the door, sat her on the bed and tried to calm her down. I told her I thought she had behaved impeccably, that I wasn't interested in Monica or her filthy jokes, that I wanted her. She smiled through her tears and kissed me. "You mean you don't expect me to fight her for you?" said this demure, rather posh, private school girl. You could have knocked me over with a feather. It was certainly an arousing thought. I had loved watching my previous girlfriend Bronwyn wrestling and catfighting but had given up hope of finding another like her. "I will if you want me to. I won't let her just take you away from me without a fight." She said, looking at me steadily. It was all too tempting but there was a certain delicacy to Elizabeth and while the thought of her being pummelled into submission by the larger Monica or the converse was quite breathtaking, I knew I couldn't actually let it happen. I didn't care about Monica but I liked Elizabeth too much. I liked her even more now and was totally intrigued by this surprising side to her. "No, you don't have to do that - you've already won. I'm totally in love with you." I said "But I'm incredibly flattered that you think I'm worth it." "You are" she smiled "and I'm totally in love with you." We had of course been going out for all of four weeks although we've now been together for more than 20 years. My curiosity got the better of me and I asked: "Have you ever been in a fight with another girl?" She said "No" and I said "Well you're probably better off not knowing what it's like." She said "Oh, I've got some idea, I saw one once at school." I got the details out of her. Two girls from her class had fought over a boy, in front of him and a large crowd. It was apparently a real clawing, hairpulling classic and he had gone off with the elated winner. Leaving the defeated girl lying sobbing on the ground. "Well, you wouldn't want that to happen to you, would you?" She smiled and said "No, I'd prefer to be the winner going off with the cute boy! But in certain circumstances, like if you were around to take care of me, even being the loser would be OK." "Why?" I said with a dry mouth. "Because that fight was the most exciting thing I've ever seen. I felt so alive watching it. More alive than I've felt before or since. All my life I've been the shy quiet girl too frightened to take part in anything. Even when girls would play around wrestling after school I was too frightened to join them, even though I really wanted to. I've dreamed of fighting another girl over a boy ever since but I've never had a boy to fight over before. Today, when I had my chance, when I wanted to slap that b###h and tear her apart in front of you I was too frightened. That's why I was crying." "Well" I said, somewhat stunned, "If that's what you want I'll help you to do it properly." she looked at me eagerly "It was a good thing you didn't start something with Monica today because I'm not sure you could have finished it." I held up my hand to stifle a protest "You might have won but you'd have got hurt as well. If you like, I'll teach you to fight so you can wipe the floor with Monica any day. I'll teach you how to wrestle and box properly. Believe me it will be my pleasure. But we'll take our time so that when a fight comes to you one day that you can't get out of, and it will, you'll be ready. But while you're with me you won't go looking for one, OK?" "Yes" she said huskily "Very OK" We trained hard for a year together after school in the basement gym my father had set up for me with weights, punching bag, gloves and gym mats. Wrestling with her was no hardship I can assure you. Watching her in her leotard working the heavy weights was also a real treat. But she really toned up and could also throw wicked, hard combination punches by the end. She began to feel she was ready to be let out to play, as she called it, when just after her 17th birthday, and no thanks to me, she got her wish. But that's another story altogether. Looking back on many years of blissfully happy married life and the fights she's had since, I'm so glad I resisted the erotic temptation to throw this sweet, untrained girl to the wolves that day. Peter