"I wrestle too"

After a year of getting to know each other on the Internet we were both now nineteen years old, almost twenty, and with quarantine gradually beginning to disappear and allow sporting events to take place again, Aubrey and I found ourselves one day talking about the National Under-21 Mixed Wrestling Championships, where I was one of the few who could participate without having to make the qualifiers.

When I told Aubrey that I had signed up, she looked stunned.

“Wait, you actually wrestle? I thought you were joking!”

“I told you I'm a champion, and I was supposed to participate almost 2 years ago when I turned 18. I can't wait to do this tournament!”

She seemed speechless, but I didn't notice anything and kept talking.

“For what I heard the only other one that doesn't have to do the classification is the female champ from two years ago...Mhh...I can't remember her name right now. How annoying!”

“Jessica Harvey.” Aubrey replied in a monotone tone, as if she had seen a ghost, but an ounce of excitement lurked behind her voice.

“Yes! That's the one! How do you know her?”

“I wrestle too,” Aubrey began to say with more and more excitement in her voice. “Jessica and I are best friends and we made it to the finals, but since we didn't want to clash, we played it rock paper scissors and I lost, so I did let her pin me in a funny way. The video made went viral on YouTube.”

This time I was speechless. I simply answered her with: “You never said you wrestle too.”

“You never asked, plus you never suspected it from the way I destroy you at the game every night?” She replied in a mocking tone, evident despite the fact that we were only on a internet call.

“Well it's a shame you won't be there, we could have finally met!” I said without thinking, and in fact as soon as she finished the sentence immediately I was embarrassed to think of meeting someone I had opened up so much with through the Internet. Aubrey and I had never even seen each other via webcam, let alone meet face to face.

“Who said I wouldn't be there? Jessica got injured last month, and I'm filling in for her at the championship. So get ready to be humiliated in person too, champ.” She was giggling openly now, in a sensual, dominating tone, as she usually did when she dominated me after every game she lost to her, forcing me to masturbate at her command.

In response, my cock couldn't help but get hard as a rock. Aubrey could really turn me on with little, and a new concern now arose in me: would I be able to compete with Aubrey on the opposite side?

Or would everyone see my cock swell under the tight wrestling suit as Aubrey pinned me to the mat for the slow count of three?

The more I thought about it, the harder my cock hardened and my breath quickened with excitement, not to mention the blush on my cheeks. I was in a kind of dream and nightmare at the same time, a situation in which I did not think I would find myself ever in my life. I was going to have to fight the only person for whom I had ever felt pure and uncontrolled sexual attraction.

“Anyway, I have to go for dinner now, see you later champ.” She said closing the call for the moment.