Jennifer accepts her first submission wrestling match

Jen was just as aroused as Sam, having just gone out into the common area and risking being caught naked by one of her dorm mates. She was ready and willing to have a match. She just needed to get back on even footing with Samantha.

Sam had her pinned to the bed, with her arms by her sides, but she still had the cold cans in her hands. Fortunately, her arms were pinned to her sides, so she could touch the cans to Sam’s bare thighs.

“Aah!” Sam yelped, jumping back from the sudden shock.

Jen held the cans up with a wicked grin and said, “You’re on!”

Sam grinned and went over to the computer. She started a new video, purely to use the timer from that match to keep time for theirs.

“Three minutes!” she announced, turning to her opponent and assuming a wrestling stance.

Jen placed the cans on her side table and held up her arms, ready to grapple as well. “Ready when you are!”

Sam hit play and the bell rang!

The girls grabbed each other by the collar and elbow and circled, jockeying for position. Jen broke up the hold and wrapped her arm around Sam’s head for a front face headlock. She felt elated! She was in her first submission wrestling match and actually got a move on! She could feel Sam breathing into her boob and it sent a thrill up her body.

The joy was short lived, however, as Sam easily reversed the hold by whipping her arm over Jen’s shoulder and wrapping it back, pulling Jen’s head back with it. Jen found herself in Sam’s headlock, staring up at the ceiling.

“Not even 5 seconds yet!” Sam chuckled.

Suddenly, Jen could feel Sam’s fingers on her slit. She quivered at the touch.

“One…” Sam counted out loud. She stroked again, sending shivers of pleasure up Jen’s spine. “Two…” she counted again. “Three…” she continued, speeding up her finger swipes but maintaining a steady count. Jen realized she was counting points and Jen was quickly falling behind!

“Five…” Sam continued to count as Jen finally sprung into action.

Jen dipped her body down to escape Sam’s reach. She gripped onto Sam to pull her down with her and Sam tried to roll out of the way, but she was stopped mid-motion by Jen’s bed.

“Ow!” she cried in surprise.

“I told you there’s not enough space in here!” Jen reminded her. Still, the match was on and she jumped on her advantage by literally jumping onto Sam.

“Mmf!” Sam tried to say, under Jen’s swollen pussy.

Jen’s heart was racing. Underneath, she could feel the warm moist breath of her training partner gasping for air. She was already burning up with arousal from Sam’s finger strokes. Now she had her partner's face pressed up against her pussy lips! She had to grind into her.

“Ohhhh!” Jen groaned, never having felt such a sensation before. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she enjoyed the feeling for what felt like ages. Eventually, Sam managed to push herself to the side and pull away from her.

Sam got back to her feet, panting for air. She wiped her cheek, which glimmered with Jen’s juices. Jen climbed up to her feet as well, ready for the next exchange.

“How long was that?” Sam asked.

Jen gave an exasperated sigh. “Aww! I forgot to count!”

Sam laughed. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll still beat you by a wide enough margin!”

She moved in, aiming low for a tackle. Jen lowered her base and braced for the spear, holding Sam back for a moment. She then felt her feet get swept up from under her and fell backward, onto her bed.

“Time to double up the points!” Sam announced, holding up two fingers together and pressing them against Jen’s sensitive folds.

“Ooh!” Jen squirmed, backing up on the bed to get away.

Sam crawled onto the bed to catch her, but Jen scampered onto Sam’s back and plopped down with all her weight.

“Oof!” Sam gasped, getting the wind knocked out of her.

Jen spread Sam’s legs and ran her fingers along her partner’s crevasse. Sam’s butt went up in reaction and Jen leaned on it, to push it back down. “One!” she announced, pushing her fingers deeper into her opponent’s crack. “Two!”

“Aaah!” Sam responded as she squirmed underneath, trying to knock Jen off. Jen spread her own legs to widen her base and managed to stay on.

“Four!” she called out after getting her fingers knuckle deep into Sam’s pussy!

“Aaah!” Sam called out again, squirming underneath the petite blonde. Her pussy was slick by the time Jen counted to ten. Sam knew she had to do something before she fell behind in the points. She leaned into Jen’s right leg and rolled herself over. She landed with her back on top of Jen, having rolled her over as well.

“Ack!” Jen cried out, finding herself on the bottom. She still had her fingers in Sam though, so she kept pumping them and counting. “Fourteen!”

Sam heaved herself upright and tried to get Jen under her in a face to the pussy pin, but her arm was still wrapped around Jen’s leg and the rookie used that leverage to pull her off while righting herself up again. This had Sam in a pinned position with her pussy up in the air. It was right in front of Jen’s face and she couldn’t help but admire it. It glistened with juice and looked so desirable. She had to taste it.

Foregoing the double points, she pulled her fingers out and moved her lips in to replace them. Sam took advantage of the distraction to roll away.

“Aww…” Jen pouted.

As Jennifer lamented her lost opportunity, Sam still had her mind on the match. She slid on a full nelson behind her opponent, capturing Jen’s arms and the back of her head. Jen tried to muscle her way out, but Sam had the hold locked in tight and was able to shift and adapt to every movement. Her higher level of experience was really being shown now. With the raven haired vet securely holding her rookie prey in place, she used her legs to pry apart her opponent’s and released one arm so that she could reach down and rub soft coosh.

“Ahh…” Jen moaned in dismay while trying to **** off Sam’s probing fingers with her free arm.

It was no use, though. Sam outpowered her.

“Seven… Nine…” Sam started counting as she rubbed Jen. “Hold on…” She pulled Jen onto the bed and clasped a wrist while her fingers continued to stroke. She bent down and put Jen’s tit in her mouth and sucked. “Twelve…” she counted in between lip smacks.

Jen knew she should be stopping this, but she’d never experienced it before and the feelings sent her head into a euphoric state. She could never have imagined having such an attractive girl in bed, fingering and sucking her. She moaned softly, almost forgetting about the whole match when Sam reached the count of, “twenty four!”

Jen gasped and twisted around. Sam had fallen into a false sense of security from her dominance and was taken by surprise. Jen went down and licked, then sucked on Sam’s tits. “Fifteen! Sixteen!” Jen counted out loud.

Sam pried her off and they both went tumbling off the bed.

“AAh!” they both cried out in unison.

Upon landing, Jen found herself on top and quickly sank her fingers into her upside down opponent. “Eighteen!” she counted triumphantly.

Sam cursed to herself, wondering if it was pure luck or skill that was landing Jen on top of her all the time.

“Twenty!” Jen before Sam trapped her arm in an armbar, forcing her to let go. Jen pulled away and they both got back to their feet.

Sam glanced over at the playing video to see how much time was left. She was in the lead, but it wasn’t a comfortable one. There were thirty seconds until their match was over. Sam thought that she would be frustrated over letting this match stay as close as it was, but she realized that she was actually excited and having fun with Jen. Her heart was racing and she genuinely didn’t care who was about to win.

Jen was just as aroused and exuberant. Her eyes were wide with the excitement of her very first match coming to a close. It would all come down to who got the advantage in their next exchange.