Chapter 4

The next few days passed in a blur of training sessions and sleepless nights, fueled by determination and the bitter taste of regret. Stella threw herself into learning the art of nude wrestling, her body aching from the unfamiliar exertion. Georgia, ever the loyal confidant, helped her train, pushing her to her limits and offering words of encouragement. They practiced holds and maneuvers that would give her an edge in the ring, turning their cramped living room into a makeshift dojo.

Together, they watched wrestling matches on the internet, scrutinizing every move, every grunt and moan. They studied the way the women moved—the arch of their backs, the flick of their hips. It was a strange mix of education and entertainment, the screen flickering with scenes that were both empowering and degrading. Stella took notes, her mind racing with strategies to win, her body learning to crave the touch of a woman in a way that was both natural and forced.

Georgia suggested they watch porn to study the art of pleasure, the quickest routes to a woman’s orgasm. They found a website with a vast selection, and as they scrolled through the videos, Stella felt her cheeks burn. The women on the screen were so much more confident than she felt, their bodies moving in ways that seemed almost choreographed. Yet, as they watched, she couldn’t deny the spark of arousal that grew within her. It was a confusing mix of emotions—excitement, dread, and something else that she didn’t dare to name.

They selected a video featuring two of the most famous lesbian pornstars, their bodies a symphony of curves and angles that seemed to speak directly to the camera. The women kissed each other with a passion that made Stella’s mouth water, their hands roaming over each other’s flesh with a familiarity that spoke of countless hours spent exploring every inch.

As the action unfolded on the screen, Stella found herself studying the way one of the pornstars’ fingers delved deep inside the other, not just grazing the clit, but reaching further, curling and pressing in a way that made her partner’s body convulse with pleasure. The woman on the receiving end threw her head back, eyes rolling in ecstasy, and Stella realized with a start that she’d found the G-spot. It was something she’d heard of but had never experienced herself.

Georgia paused the video, her expression intense. “You need to know this,” she said, pointing to the screen. “It’s your power in the ring. If you can make them come, you win. But it’s not just about pushing buttons—it’s about reading their body, their reactions. You gotta be a goddess of pleasure.”

They practiced for hours, their fingers slipping and sliding over their own bodies, learning the subtleties of the elusive G-spot. Stella discovered that it wasn’t just about finding the right spot, but the right rhythm, the right pressure. It was a dance, a battle of wills played out on the most intimate of battlefields. She felt her body responding, her mind opening to new possibilities.

But it wasn’t just about the physical. It was about the mental game too. How could she maintain her composure while her body was being used? How could she find pleasure in something so raw, so exposed? These were the questions that kept her awake at night, her mind racing with scenarios and strategies.

And then, one evening, their sons Ty and Tim stumbled upon them in the throes of their practice. They’d come home early from a basketball game, the smell of sweat and teenage angst trailing behind them like a fog. The sight of their mother naked and tangled in a passionate embrace, was something neither boy was prepared for.

Tim, the more vocal of the two, stopped in his tracks, his eyes going wide. “Mom, what the hell are you doing?” His voice was a mix of horror and confusion, his cheeks flaming red as he took in the scene before him.

Georgia’s hand froze mid-stroke, her breath hitching as she glanced over at the doorway. Stella sat up abruptly, her own cheeks burning as she scrambled to cover herself with a pillow. “It’s not what it looks like,” she stammered, her voice high-pitched and unconvincing.

Tim took a step back, his eyes darting between the two women. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed, his voice cracking. “What are you doing, Mom?” His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and fear.