Sam gets crafty

Strength was never Sam’s forte to begin with, but against Jen she felt like she was at least on an equal level. This wasn’t working out at the moment though, she was being pinned by the arms, legs in the air, so she opted to change her strategy. She wriggled around to no avail. Jen was surprisingly strong for her size. It was time for Sam to use her preternatural skills to gain the upper hand!

Samantha took a small breath and prepared herself, focusing inward on herself and then on her opponent. Feeling for the right moment, Sam suddenly let out a balefully pained cry! “AAAHHH!!!”

Jen immediately dropped the hold to check in on her friend!

“Are you alright?! Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry!” the petite strawberry blonde said immediately, hovering over her friend like a mother bird.

Sam didn’t miss a beat. The moment she was released, she was already working her way in, subtly but strategically, feigning pain as she rolled around. Before Jen even realized it, she was on her back getting pinned and rubbed off by her wily opponent!

“Hey! What?!” Jen blurted out indignantly. “Cheater-aahh!!” she moaned!

“Thirteen, fourteen!” Sam chuckled.

Jen tried to twist and turn to get out from under Sam, but Sam countered, leaning in to keep her down at every turn.

“Fifteen, sixteen!” she counted out loud.

“That wasn’t fair!” Jen complained, shifting her body to get out.

“Seventeen! It’s not against the rules!” Sam argued. She shifted along with Jen to break her momentum and kept scoring, “Eighteen…”

Realizing that arguing would only add to Sam’s points, Jen focused her full energy on struggling to get free. She clamped her legs around Sam’s fingering arm and stretched, pulling the arm straight. Sam gulped as she felt the vice like grip lock in. She tried to pull free, but it was like when she was in the headlock, no way out. She went for a roll up to release some of the pressure, but Jen rolled with her, coming out the other side with Sam pinned face down to the mat and her arm stuck between Jen’s legs. Jen leaned back and pulled on Sam’s arm like a lever.

“AAAAHHH!!!” Sam cried out in legitimate pain time. Large tears beaded up in her eyes.

“That’s what you get!” Jen called out defiantly, sitting her bare ass down on her opponent’s shoulder and leaning back some more. Sam wailed and flailed about, unable to get loose.

“You’re still… hah… hah… not going to score… hah… with this!” Sam gasped, out of breath from her screaming. She then felt something tugging from behind. It was her thong getting pulled off. She swiveled her hips and clamped her knees together, but the string came undone and it slipped off with little effort.

“Nineteen! I’m ahead now, so I can wait out the clock!” Jen replied confidently.

Samantha grimaced as she glanced at the clock. They had 30 seconds left. Jen had shifted this from a WSW match to a straight submission match. If she held Sam off for 30 seconds, she won. If Sam could get out and score two more points, she’d take the win. It was starting to annoy Sam, how good Jen had become since their last match. Sam had been doing this longer than Jen, yet the petite blonde seemed to have a natural ability to pick the sport up and to take advantage of situations like this. Well, Sam had her ways to take advantage as well!

“AH!!” Jen yelled, jumping off of Sam. “Did you bite me!?”

Instead of answering, Sam mounted Jen and plunged her fingers into her opponent’s hole. “Twenty! Twenty two!”

“Biting is definitely against the rules!” Jen complained, barely able to concentrate through the indignation of such an illegal move.

“It was just a nibble! I didn’t really bite you! Twenty four!” Sam argued. “You let go before I could even bite down! Twenty six!”

“Ooh! No you don’t!!” Jen cried out, realizing Sam was using the argument as a distraction to sneak more points in. She wrapped her legs around Sam’s arm and rolled her over. Seeing as how Sam was already skirting the rules she stamped on Sam’s face for good measure. Sam retaliated by throwing Jen’s feet aside, but Jen kept shoving her out of spite. Jen shoved back. Jen crawled up and started shoving with her arms. The shoving match devolved into a limp slap fight with both girls squealing out of anger and frustration before getting serious again. Jen pulled Sam in for a headlock. Sam sucked on her tit and teased a bite on her nipple.

“Yow!” she cried out, but held on. “If you bite down… ngh… any harder, I’m calling this match!” she warned. The wary grappler squeezed tighter but her worries over getting bit allowed Sam to slip out this time. Jen reacted instantly though. She turned around and caught Sam in a rear-facing headlock and leaned back. Sam braced herself against getting DDTed into the mat, but, with a giant burst of strength, Jen flipped Sam up into the air and then flat on her back!

Knowing how much a slam on the floorboards took out of the person, Jen knew she had the time to pin Sam, knee on the side of the head while her fingers ventured into the raven haired rogue’s treasure box.

“Twenty one! Hah… hah… Twenty three!” Jen counted out, fingering her opponent as the time ticked down.

Dazed and confused, Sam stared up at the naked coed, slipping her delicate fingers in and out of Sam’s upright pearl river. She pondered if this was karma for her underhanded tactics. Everything she’d tried had come up short against her opponent.

“Twenty five…”

Another second would put Jen in the lead and the match was only seconds away from ending. Samantha contemplated giving Jen the win after being thwarted from every turn. Then she reminded herself that she was not completely out, she just needed to do something to break the scoring, then she’d win and beat Jen’s streak! Did she want to win?