Jen and Sam catch up with each other

“And then I went to bed…” Jen finished, after telling Sam her eventful day.

“Wow! I can’t believe you and your roomie!” Sam responded. “How’s it been since then? Did it get weird between you two?”

“Well, we haven’t really interacted since then… just said hi to each other this morning before she had to head for class…” Jen answered. “We rarely saw each other before so maybe it won’t change things?” she added hopefully.

“Hmm, well what was her mood about the whole thing? Was she into wrestling you or no?”

Jen thought about it, “Well, she wasn’t taking it seriously at the start, but in the end I think she was getting into it…”

“In the end, like the prize round?” Sam teased.

Jen blushed even though her friend couldn’t see her. They were chatting on Discord while playing a multiplayer game. “No, I mean by the end of the match, I feel like she was giving her all, trying to win.”

“Ah, but she can’t beat you, you’re practically a vet now!” Sam boasted.

“I wouldn’t say vet… I mean, I feel like I’ve gotten a lot better since we first started, but I know I have a long way to go before I’d call myself a vet!” Jen admitted. “Have you even done any matches since we’ve had ours?”

“Maybe one or two…” Sam answered non-committally. “Nothing like your last couple of big wins! You’re on a streak! All in the course of a day too!” Sam let out a sigh. “I wish I could have been there for your match with the tall blonde… she looked hot! Plus, a runner? I bet she gave you a workout!”

“She was nice…” Jen agreed. Thinking back on Sonya stirred something in her and she squirmed in her chair. “She definitely would be interested in another match. Maybe she would want to have one with you!”

“Yeah?! I’d be down!” Sam answered quickly. “Shoot her a message now! We can set something up!”

“I don’t know, it’s kind of late…” Jen hesitated.

“Late is the best time for WSW chicanery!” Sam extolled. “Late is the time when ‘higher society’ is not around to judge and look down upon our passions!! Late is when we rebels of the wrestling underground can thrive! We are free to do our dirty deeds without disdain or persecution! Now is the time we can express our purest form of competitive desires!”

“You’re a real poet!” Jen teased.

“I’d be a New York Times best seller if people appreciated my content!” Sam retorted. “Maybe I should write some non-fiction lesbian wrestling stories…”

“Please don’t use my real name!” Jen responded quickly.

“Hahaha… I’m just teasing!” Sam giggled. “Hey…” she added, in a low tone, “What are you wearing?”

“Sam...” Jen responded in an embarrassed cry. Sam could already picture the pained look on her friend’s face and giggled some more.

“What? You said it’s late. We could be doing whatever right now!”

“We ARE doing something!” Jen reminded her.

“Sure, we’re… wait, are you not killing guys? Where are you right now?” Sam asked, turning her attention back onto the game.

“This game also has a build feature….”

“TP me to your spot!”

Sam got teleported over to Jen’s camp and saw it built out like a gym with weights, crash pads and a ring.

“What the hell is this?!” Sam asked, spinning her avatar around in a circle in disbelief. “We’re supposed to be killing zombies!”

“But this is more fun!” Jen argued.

“This isn’t even good for defense! The horde will tear right through those walls!”

“I couldn’t afford higher defense walls…”

“That’s because you’re not playing right!” Sam moaned. “This isn’t Barbie build a home!”

“It’s nice though, right?”

“Sure sure, very nice, but it’s not going to last a day!”

“Maybe this isn’t the game for me…” Jen sighed. “I should really get back to my schoolwork anyways.”

“Oh, come on!” Sam cried. “We haven’t gotten together to do something lately… I wanted to catch up!”

“I know, but I think the only thing we have in common is WSW…”

“Want to watch a match together?”

“Alright…”

“You’re not going to cram while pretending to watch with me, are you?”

There was a dull thud of something being tossed aside. “... No…”

“Turn you cam on!”

“What?”

“So I can see you’re not trying to sneak in studying!”

“Fine…”

A moment later a screen popped up with Jennifer’s face on it. Sam turned on hers as well. “There! Now it’s like we’re practically in the same room!” she announced as she started up the latest WSW video.

The match was between Penny Tration, a brunette scrapper and Bridget Fondle, a busty blonde with more finesse in her moves. Bridget was taken down early and Penny tried to out muscle her on the mat. Bridget struggled free, but at the cost of her bikini bottoms. She reversed position, flipping Penny onto her back and stole her bikini top.

The two backed off into neutral positions and faced off again. Bridget stayed on her knees while Penny got to her feet.

“Bridget’s trying to goad Penny into something!” Sam pointed out.

“What do you mean?” Jen asked.

“She’s keeping a lower profile, so she’ll be harder to take down, meanwhile she’s got easier reach to her opponent’s legs!” Sam pointed out.

As she described it, Bridget swept her arm out and caught the back of Penny’s leg, sending her crashing to the mat. Bridget pounced and they fought over Penny’s top, exposing her tits in the process as the string bikini got stretched back and forth. Penny used her teeth to grab Bridget’s top, yanking and exposing her tits as well. Sam squirmed in her seat for a moment and then settled in again. Jen noticed her strange movements.

“Are you… masturbating?” she gasped.

Sam looked at Jen, then back at the fight. “Maybe…”

Jen’s attention became trained on her friend. She speculated if Sam was wearing any bottoms or panties. Sam was getting worked up with her friend analyzing her since she really was playing with herself. It was getting to the point where she couldn’t hide it anymore. Instead, she decided to take a gamble to see if she could get Jen involved.

“Did you… want to see?” she asked her friend, suggestively as her entire body burned with excitement.

Jen’s eyes darted away from the screen and her cheeks flushed up. Cautiously, she gave a sidelong glance at the camera again. Her friend was much more daring than she was and might actually be offering to show her.

“M-Maybe…” Jen answered back raspily.

Samantha smiled, getting hotter just thinking about what she was going to tell her next. She kept a smooth tone when she told Jen, “Well… then first you have to do something for me!”

“W-what’s that?” Jen asked. Her heartrate was already picking up.