Jessica

You’re 5’2 foot in height and skinny. With perky breasts, brown hair and blue eyes. You are considered cute to most boys, though they need watch what they say to you if they don't want to lose something more than their ego.

The discussion with Tim over text is getting you angry and after giving it some thought you decide to go for the Roshambo route.

You head to his dorm and…

BANG

Your kick in the door.

He's your life competitor no matter what it is. He is 6 foot 2 in height and has well toned muscles from working out frequently for the variety of sports he plays . He is wearing normal blue jeans and boxers beneath them. Accompanied with this is his plaid shirt and his construction boots. This was just his classic casual look for most of the time.

His body always gives him an advantage when he is trying to best you.

“The fuck did you do that for?”

“We’re doing this right now!”

He rolls his eyes. “Doing what?”

“We’re gonna see who’s tougher!”

He looks back and forth between the two of you, between his muscles - to your bones. “You’re serious? We’ve already arm-wrestled plenty of times, and there’s a clear outcome to them.”

“I beat you back in second grade though!” you spout. “That’s besides the point... I want to prove that I’m tougher down here.” You proceed to take your pointer finger and circle directly where your crotch is.

“Fuck's wrong with you Jessica.”

“This is something I know that I’m better at! Especially because I don’t have those weak balls between my legs!” You spout your twat in self confidence.

He sighs and says: “How are we doing this?”

“Easy! We both take turns throwing rock, paper, or scissors to decide who wins and gets to deliver a straight attack to the others crotch. Either you win by knocking them down or by being the first one to achieve the best out of 5. The prize is the best the best of all: bragging rights... and the ability to have the other be your for however long they want. Just a little fun game!” You smile.

“How are we talking here? For the game and the whole being a thing.”

“Well, this is a competition to see who’s tougher! So if you do go easy on me, you’ll regret it! Not that it matters because regardless if you try or not, when I’m through with you we’re gonna have one more thing in common...” you eye his balls as if you could see them through his jeans. “Also you don’t have to worry about hurting me because I thankfully have nothing downstairs to protect!”

“Alright, let’s get this started.” he says.

“Ready to loose your sack you weak bitch?”

“We’ll see about that...”

You both start in unison:

“Rock...

Paper...

Scissors...”