Yes she did

Jennifer stared in horror at her exposed breasts! She instinctively covered her chest, leaving her completely **** to Samantha’s pounce! Sam grabbed Jen by the waist and moved in behind her. Jen’s initial thought was that Sam’s breasts felt good on her back, then she wondered why the room was spinning. She had just been rolled onto her back by her opponent!

Kneeling over Jen, Sam hooked one arm around the newbies’ leg and gave her a firm slap on the ass. “That’s one!” she announced.

Jen gasped at the speed and fluidity that she got taken down. Sam continued to pin Jen firmly to the mat and extended a finger.

“You can’t be hesitant in this sport,” Sam warned her. “You’ll get eaten alive for it!”

She placed her extended finger over Jen’s plush mound to further her point. Jennifer quivered and moaned as the finger slid over the fabric of her bikini bottom, squishing against her labia. Jen could feel the area quickly becoming moist and slick. Sam perked an eyebrow at the rookie’s response, but kept rubbing. There was no hiding her arousal as Jen’s juices began to soak through the thin material. Jen bit her lower lip, still covering her chest with her arms and trembled, uttering a weak sigh.

“You’ll have to break out of this if you want me to stop,” Sam advised, not letting up with her finger.

Jennifer was too overwhelmed by her attractive training partner’s finger running over her sex. She moaned softly and only slightly squirmed in response. She could barely muster enough resolve to close her legs on her opponent.

“That’s not going to cut it,” Samantha told her. “You can roll out or **** me off,” she offered. “The longer I have you here, the more points I gain on you!”

Jen gasped. She was too aroused to fight back. She was being pinned by the mere touch of this sexy, dark haired competitor.

“You’re not going to win matches in this position,” Sam warned. Then her taunting softened. “That is, unless that’s the whole point you’re here…”

To Jen’s surprise, Sam dropped her hold. Sam sat up and turned to look Jen in the eyes. Confused, Jen sat up as well. She couldn’t help but let her eyes wander down to Sam’s pert breasts. They looked larger than hers and so soft and pliable. Samantha didn’t appear shy about her toplessness either. She leaned close to inspect her new protege, eyeing the young woman with impassioned eyes.

“Do you want to fuck me, Jen?” she asked in a sultry tone.

“I… uh…” Jen blurted, blushing from the offer. “I’ve never actually… you know, done it… with a girl…”

Sam smirked. “So, you’re curious? About being with another woman?” she probed.

“I… I guess… maybe?” Jen replied, shyly. She was in a whirlpool of confusion. She never really admitted it out loud before and it was causing her to go through many mental issues. Of course, joining an all women’s submission wrestling league would involve sexual interaction with other women. She knew that going in. Why was it so hard to admit that she actually wanted that? Was joining the sport just an excuse to allow her to have access to women sexually?

“So…” Sam went on, tracing her finger lightly over Jen’s thigh. “Why don’t we hook up right now? Then you’ll get it out of your system and you can move on to whatever fancy that catches your interest tomorrow!” Samantha’s suggestion was said in a less than warm tone. Her demeanor started to shift into something colder and detached. She stood up and stripped off her bikini bottoms, then waited for Jen to do the same.

“Wh… what?” Jennifer asked, blindsided by the change in attitude. “What are you doing?”

“Look, it’s nothing against you, I think you’re hot and fuckable, but I am looking for a training partner, not a submissive fuck buddy,” Samantha explained. “If you’re not serious about getting good, then you’re wasting my time as well.”

Jennifer never considered her training partner’s point of view. In retrospect, she had to admit to herself that she had joined up on a whim. Even though she had been obsessing over doing wrestling for weeks, she didn’t really do any background research on how to get good or find things to learn about the sport. Instead, she jumped right into meeting up with a training partner. Did that mean she wasn’t really interested in competing? Did she just want to try this out for fun? She really didn’t want to waste Sam’s time, but she also wasn’t sure if she could be a contentious wrestler or not unless she tried.

“I’m not trying to waste your time…” she told Sam. “I’m sorry if it looks that way. I really do want to learn!”

Sam gave it some thought, then told Jen, “Alright. Then prove to me you have potential.”

Jen perked up at the opportunity. “What do you want me to do?”

“Take me down to the mat,” she answered. “If you can manage to do that, I’ll keep training with you!”

“OK… I think I can do that…” Jen nodded. She took a deep breath and picked herself off the ground. She realized she was still clutching her chest and had to **** herself to let go.

“Nice tits, by the way,” Sam smirked.

Jen instinctively covered up again. Sighing to herself, she **** her arms to drop once more.

Samantha pointed to the large digital clock she had on the wall. “I’ll give you fifteen minutes, if you can’t manage to take me down by then, then it’s over,” she instructed. Jennifer nodded. This would be her last chance to compete. At least, her last chance with Samantha. She needed to get her down, but didn’t know the first thing about wrestling. How was she going to approach this? Aim high and pull her down? Go for the legs?