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I spent the next hour in a sort of confusing fog, while I too ate dinner with my mother. I don't remember what she asked me and what I said, I only remember that I couldn't get the image of an Aubrey dominating me on the carpet and in front of everyone out of my mind, with my erotic fantasy giving her the best physique possible, mixing the sensuality of a porn star with the athleticism of an Olympic athlete.

My fantasy did not have to work much longer, because when I returned to the computer, in the private chat between Aubrey and me I found a new message, this time a picture, for the first time since we had known each other.

It was a selfie of Aubrey, in her tight green and white wrestling uniform, with a mocking smile as she posed with a sign in one hand that read “Ready to kick your ass.”

I couldn't contain myself. I had to wait almost half an hour before I could respond to her with a similar photo, finally showing us to each other, because of the raging erection the photo triggered in me at the mere sight of it.

Aubrey had a light makeup, with black lipstick and orange paint on her eyes, typical “battle” paint used by wrestlers in formal or stage matches. Men usually pull military lines under their eyes.

She had long black hair tied in a single knotted braid that fell down her back to her pelvis. I was amazed at her broad, muscular shoulders, athletic arms and divine legs with thighs that could subdue anyone.

She had purposely worn neither a bra nor panties, which in competitions from age 18 onward one could choose to do, which had caused the desired effect in me.

Her uniform was slightly lower-cut, accentuating her perfectly round, athletic boobs, which were large enough to smother someone face between them.

Plus, her cameltoe was visible between her legs, which completely blew my mind.

She had dark skin, but her features looked more Mediterranean than African. She later told me she was half Chilean and half Italian.

Despite her stunning face and perfect physique, what attracted me most was her wide, mocking but naturally kind and shining smile.

I put on my wrestling suit, although I still had a slight erection even after 30 minutes of trying to calm down, and took a selfie, with a reply message that simply said “In your dreams.”

At that moment I was dying from both embarrassment and excitement, but mostly from the former.

I had never done such a thing before, and I had especially never flirted with a girl or boy, let alone someone I was soon to meet on the wrestling mat.

My head was spinning, and an anxiety rose in me as I waited for her response.

The only one I received was the “Smirk” emoji on Discord and then an invitation to a match on the online erotic game.

We didn't call each other, but it was still the sexiest match ever.

Aubrey had uploaded photos of her on the game, so that every move she chose displayed her in her sexy wrestling uniform instead of a generic porn star or sexfighter. I was basically facing a virtual version of her.

It worked like a charm.

Apparently in that game I did set a new forum record, where a female player won 100 to 0 against a player for the first time.

I could do nothing, and even was dominated so much that I didn't realize I was coming inside my wrestling suit, staining it with my cum. It was as incredibly pleasurable as it was humiliating. It could be said that the two things went hand in hand: the more Aubrey dominated and humiliated me despite my efforts, the more aroused I became.

In addition, the humiliation was self-imposed. Aubrey did not tease me, but only assumed a winning, dominating persona, making me submit and giving me orders, never going too far.

I was the one who thought it was humbling for a strong champion like me to be beaten like this by anyone, man or woman, and this turned me on tremendously, especially if this someone was Aubrey, whom I adored even before I knew her physical appearance.

It was her personality that won me over, not her curves, but the latter would surely help her in our future encounter.

After the match, she greeted me with a simple “See you at the tournament, champ” with a giggling emoji.