THE TRISH AND LITA SAGA BY GLENN CALLOWAY
DISCLAIMER: The following writings are totally fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The character of Trish Stratus(Patricia Stratigias) and Lita(Amy Dumas) are sole trademarks of World Wrestling Entertainment. Any character(s) in the following writings are in no way involved with said author. This story is Rated MA for Strong Language, Strong Sexual Situations, Some Alchohol Abuse, and Graphic Depictions of Lesbian Sex.
WRITER'S NOTE: This was the very first story I wrote back in 2002. I figured I'd post it since this is my very first post. Feedback and critiques aren't necessary, but are always greatly appreciated.
Our story begins in a vast modeling studio in which the beautiful and talented WWE Divas start a new yearly photo shoot tradition much like the original WWF Divas bikini shoots of the past properly named "WWE Divas Undressed" in where bikinis are replaced with sexy lingerie. One of the Divas elite, Trish Stratus, is now finishing up her last shoot of the day modeling a very simple, yet very sexy satin black nightgown revealing her massive cleavage and long sexy legs. This ensemble was really well worn by the Canadian beauty seeming to cling to her delectable frame with every shot.
There was only one Diva in the WWE who was not part of this photo shoot -
Amy Dumas, better known to fans around the world as Lita. Her injury back in May, plus her extensive therapy, training, and lack of airtime had put the Xtreme beauty on the backburner of the WWE. She had not been showing it, but she had seemed quite upset with not only not being a major part of the women's division like she once was, but just being a part of the other ladies' lives. With being on the road 300 plus days a year with the Divas, she had built a close bond with all of them, especially Trish. She knew that she could talk to her about almost anything and find comfort in Trish. And by the same token Trish knew that she could expect the exact same confinement in Amy. So much in fact that she had invited her for a regular Girl's Night Out to make her feel better and temporarily forget about her situation.
Amy had made her way to the studio to pick up Trish. She stepped into the vast facility wearing a tight white midriff tank top with equally tight black jeans. Ten minutes had past since she had arrived when finally Trish let her presence be known. Sporting a silk leopard print shirt with only the 2 middle buttons fastened to reveal her cleavage and flat stomach, tight hip-hugging blue jeans, black heels, and a sexy smile, she quickly made eye contact with her crimson-haired friend and gave her a friendly hug.
Trish: Hey Ames. How long you been here? I didn't mean to keep you waiting.
Amy: Don't worry about it. It's only been about 5 or 10 minutes.
Trish: Yeah, well still...anyway, you ready to go?
Amy: Depends on where we're going.
Trish: Oh, girl don't worry. You're gonna love it. C'mon, let's get going.
The two Divas exited the studio and entered Amy's rented 2002 black SUV with Trish on the driver's side and Amy riding shotgun since only Trish knew where they were going. Lita wondered where on Earth Trish could be taking her, but she wasn't worried because she trusted her judgment. As the ladies were about to exit the parking lot, Trish immediately noticed Amy's eyes leering at her as if she was deep in thought. She turn to Lita to comment on it only to find the Xtreme beauty quickly turning her head to stare out the window as if she was hiding something.
Trish: You okay, Ames?
Amy: Huh? Oh yeah, I'm alright.
Trish: Ya sure? You look like you were thinking about something.
Amy: Uh...yeah, I was just wondering where we're goin'.
Trish: Ah, ah, ah! It's a supriiiiise. (sing-song) You'll see when we get there.
With that, they quickly exited the facility and drove off into the night. As said earlier, Trish and Amy were really good friends, and could talk to each other about almost anything, the keyword being ALMOST. There was one thing that Lita felt she could never talk to Trish about: Her romantic feelings towards her. Amy hadn't actually thought of ever having sexual feelings towards another woman before, but there was just something about Trish that made the Xtreme diva wonder what it was like to have a beautiful woman kiss her, caress her, make love to her. It might have been because of the fact that they've tangled with each other so many times in the ring, grabbing and holding each other, glistening under the hot lights of the various arenas.
In the locker room after the matches, the ladies would shower in the large stalls. Trish and Amy have showered together on a number of occasions, and as time went by, Amy would be in the shower with her and find herself sometimes gazing at Trish's wet, naked, well-tanned body daydreaming about making passionate love in the steamy room. Trish would be talking while washing herself and often find her words on deaf ears because of Lita's fantasizing, and would ask her if she was alright. Of course, Lita would say yes and once again deny her feelings to herself. She couldn't help it, for it wasn't only a physical attraction. She would talk to Trish about her problems or vice versa, and they would comfort each other. Right then and there Amy would gaze in Trish's beautiful hazel eyes and yearned to kiss her soft lips and embrace her body to let her know everything would be alright and she'd always be there for her. But she was too afraid of rejection to act on any of her affections. She had no idea how Trish would react to these feelings and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their friendship, so she settled for being just good friends.
A deafening silence surrounded the interior of the SUV as once again Lita found herself admiring Trish's lovely profile from the passenger's side of the vehicle. Trish would notice every time and look at her ever so slightly,
but sure enough, Amy would turn away before Trish could even blink. She always tried not to engage in what seemed like such a taboo activity, but as said before, she couldn't help herself. Her physical and mental attraction was just too strong to ignore. Trish finally ended the quiet atmosphere.
Trish: Hey Ames, why are you so quiet, babe? Are you sure you're OK?
Amy: (Deep sigh) Well...never mind.
Trish: No. What is it? You can tell me.
Amy: Never mind. Just forget about it.
Trish: (Disappointed sigh) Ok.
Just as the ladies hit the road exit, the vast SUV truck broke down much to both of their disappointment, especially Trish.
Trish: What the fuck? This is bullshit!
Amy: Trish, calm down. It's not a big deal. I'll just call Triple A.
Trish: It IS a big deal! I had...never mind!
Amy: Nah! What? What did you do?
Trish: (sigh) I booked a private room at the Meat Market.
Amy: You mean that male's strip club?
Trish: Well...yeah.(giggles)
Amy: That's where you were gonna take me? Ah, shit!
Trish: I know. TRUST me, I know!
Amy: Yeah, I bet. They probably know your ass by your first name (lol)!
Trish: (playfully) Fuck you, Amy (lol)!
Amy: (under her breath) yeah, I wish.
Trish: Say what babe?
Amy: Oh, I was just saying that there's a hotel down the road not very far from here.
Trish: O...kay, fine. We can call Triple A there. Let's get moving.
The two Divas quickly grabbed their belongings and started their journey to the hotel. After 15 minutes of walking, they finally reached the quaint little hotel Lita had suggested earlier. They made their way inside and rented a suite on the top floor of the facility with two queen size beds.
After using the hotel phone, they took the elevator and opened the door of the suite and immediately loved what they saw. The entire suite was engulfed with red and white lace and satin, from the curtains to the bedsheets.
Amy: This room is so beautiful!
Trish: I know! Look at this lace! It's so exquisite! You picked a damn good hotel, Lita.
Amy: Thanks. As much as I've stayed on the road in the past, I learned to stay on top of these things.I sure miss the feeling of...
Trish: (interrupting) Hey, Ames! Come look at this view from the balcony!
It's amazing!
Amy: (walking and sighing) Wow. It's beautiful.
Trish: It sure is. Look at those lights, those buildings.
But Amy had no interest in any lights or buildings. She had a lovely view right in front of her. As she was about to once again gaze at the voluptuous blonde, she quickly turned away, and suggested that she would take a quick shower before going to bed. Trish quickly insisted she'd be next, and Amy agreed. As Amy made her way to the bathroom, Trish stayed on the balcony observing the evening glamour in front of her in deep thought of what could be the matter with her friend. She had a couple of different theories. The problems between her and Matt, or the stress of not being able to be in the ring. The thought of Amy having feelings for someone in the same sex as her let alone HER HERSELF had never ever crossed her mind, ever. Sure she thought Lita was a beautiful woman, physically and mentally, but she was only a good friend of hers. She never thought of actually being with a woman in that kind of a way.
Meanwhile in the shower, Amy had been enjoying the hot water caressing her sweat-drenched body due to walking to the hotel. She stood in the vast marble stall contemplating on whether it was right or wrong for her to have the feelings she had towards Trish. This has always been a major internal conflict for her, and has spent many a night thinking of how her life would be having Trish as her lover. As she stood there warm and wet in the steam,
Amy closed her eyes and envisioned her blonde friend in the shower right beside her, wet and sexy from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet...
Trish: Hey lover. See something you like?
Amy: Maybe. Bring your sexy self over here and find out.
Trish: (giggling) Sure thing, babe.
Amy: Your skin is so soft, Trish. Damn, I want you.
Trish: Kiss me Amy, please...
Amy: (moaning) Mmmm...
Trish: Hey, Ames! You alright in there?
Amy: (snapping out of it) Yeah! I'll be out in a minute!
11:30 PM
Amy slowly regained her composure when she looked down to find two rock hard nipples on her breasts and her wetness covering her hand and on the shower's marble floor. She quickly bathed herself but all the while still feeling dirty. She hopped out the stall and cleaned the floor to get rid of the juices. She quickly threw on her spare tank top and white boxers and let Trish know that the shower was available and saw the blond diva already in a black bra and matching thong ready and willing to get in the stall. This site had the redhead very hot and soon found her nips standing at attention through the tanktop. She sat on one of the two comfortable queen sized beds hoping that she would hurry up and get in the shower to relieve the tension. Trish quickly closed the door of the bathroom much to Lita's relief. 20 minutes later. The blonde bombshell stepped in the room, this time in a similar bra and panty set, only in red. Trish quickly hopped on the other bed beside Lita.
Trish: Amy...I'm sorry I couldn't take you out tonight.
Amy: That's alright, Trish. It wasn't your fault. We can do it another time.
Trish: Yeah. I suppose so. I just wanted you to have at least one night of fun since both of us had free time this week. I miss hanging out with you,
Amy. I really do.
Amy: Me too, Trish. I'm really glad you're my lov...uhhh, friend.
Trish: Your what?
Amy: I'm glad you're my friend.
Trish: No. You were about to say something else. What was it?
Amy: What are you talking about? I'm letting you know that you're a really good friend!
Trish: OK, Amy! I believe ya. I'm glad you're my friend too. Calm down,
baby.
Amy: I'm...I'm sorry, Trish. I didn't mean to snap at you like that.
Trish: (sighs) It's alright. Listen Amy. I know that there's something on your mind. What I don't understand is why you're keeping it from me. We've always been able to talk about anything. You've even told me about that night that Matt couldn't get it up and blamed it on "stress". (both giggling) If you felt you could tell me that, you should be able to tell me anything. So when you finally do decide that you can't hold back anymore, I'll be there for you no matter what. You know that, don't you?
Lita: (softly) Yeah...I know, Trish. Thanks.
Trish: Good. Well, Good night, Amy.
Amy: Night, Trish...