Back and Forth Battle

We sat across from each other, me with a look of slight concern and determination, and Kelsey with a look that said 'I'm going to win'. Her seemingly confident body language bothered me. She was the first to put her left hand on the table. She was already asserting her control on the match. I clasped her hand, slightly unsure of what to expect. Her hand was soft and feminine. The countdown began. I prepared myself and made sure to start strong.

As soon as we both started pushing I got the edge and pushed her hand halfway down the table. I was shocked at how easy it was, she was barely giving any resistance. My confidence grew and grew by the passing second. But before I could slam her hand to the table, I felt something under the table. I got a tingling sensation from my groin. It took me half a second to realize what was happening, Kelsey was rubbing her foot up and down my shaft. I got weaker as the blood poured to my dick and made it hard. This allowed her to stop my momentum almost instantaneously, and even move my hand the other way a few millimeters. But I was so close now and was not about to throw away the first fall. I focused up and exerted myself, pushing her hand to the table.

"Round 1 goes to James." Everyone was elated. They thought that now that I had beaten her stronger left hand, the second round with our right hands was going to be easy. They had no idea what I knew though. But I knew that Ben and James knew. Their losses made sense to me now, and unless I figured out a way to forget about the foot stroking my dick in the upcoming 2 rounds, I would follow in their footsteps.

Kelsey kept her foot on my cock. She had been undeterred from the first round loss, as if she knew she had me in the next 2 rounds. That bitchy smirk never disappeared from her face.

Again she was the first to put her right hand in the upright position on the table. I was hesitant as the first round, but now the stakes were higher. I had to pretend everything was fine. I convinced myself that the reason I did so was to preserve my dignity in front of my family, but deep down I think I knew that my monkey brain enjoyed it and didn't want it to end. I brought my hand up to the table to start the second round. In my mind were 2 conflicting urges. On one hand, I wanted to end it quickly, the longer it went on the the weaker I got, if I let it go on long enough I would surely lose and have to admit defeat. And what's more humiliating than a muscular 23 year old man to admit to the physical superiority of a cute, petite 18 year old girl? I couldn't lose. But did I really want it to end so soon?

While I was lost in thought my opponent capitalized and started pushing with the end of the countdown, and I was on the back foot from the start. My hand, to the surprise of the entire crowd who thought I had this in the bag, started moving ever so slightly towards the table. I gave it all I had and managed to wrench my hand back to the starting position, but afterwards I was spent. As I expected, the longer the round went on, the weaker and more distracted I got. After the current stalemate was reached, there was only one possible outcome.

Again Kelsey pushed my hand towards the table. I was caught between humiliation and ecstasy, but the weird part was I was getting more aroused, as if the idea of losing to Kelsey was sexually appealing. As I got more lost in my sexual frustration, I got closer to losing. I was now more than three quarters of the way down, and the second round loss was now inevitable. It had been minutes since the start of the round. I was trying my hardest not to lose, trying to end it in two rounds, but she kept me on the edge of defeat for so long. And then she took her leg off my dick. I was surprised at the move, but also relieved. Was she giving me an out? Allowing me to just win, she had her fun but now she was giving the power back to me? I had no time to contemplate her motives. I gave it my all to push back against her hand. But then I noticed that I wasn't moving an inch. Even with her no longer sexually distracting me I wasn't able to beat her. I was too horny and tired to be able to do anything. It dawned on me that we had been going on for so long with me on the back foot that I had lost a lot of my strength. I looked at her and her eyes sparkled as she knew that I had made the same realization she did just a few seconds ago. She pushed my hand down towards the table and slammed it down.