Sam kicks out

It was more reflex than her will to win when Sam bucked her hip and whipped her shoulders off the ground. Whether it was her predicament, at the cusp of a loss, or her environment in the middle of a fully built wrestling ring, Sam felt like she was in a televised pro wrestling match with the count at two and a half! She had to kick out! Even though she wasn’t really being pinned for three, the kickout motion was enough to shake Jen’s fingers loose. Sam rolled to her front to keep her shoulders off the mat, but also to cover access to her hole and prevent Jen from scoring any more points.

Sam looked at the clock. The last seconds were slowly trickling away. She squeezed her legs together to create the ultimate defense! She had to keep Jen from touching her, only one point stood between her and victory!

Jen, unperturbed, slid her hands under Sam and flipped her over like a pancake!. Sam reacted to her sudden exposure by covering her genitals with her hands, but that left her petite tits wide open! Jen saw the opening! Sam saw Jen’s eyes go to her exposed front and instantly tried to cover up there! Sam clutched her chest tightly, realizing that this wasn’t Jen’s end goal! It was a feint, with Sam’s legs being left out in the open! Jen pulled her up with a yank and split Sam’s legs open, slipping in between as if she were mounting a bike!

Samantha was more shocked than anything that her opponent could manage such a maneuver with smooth skill and strength! She guessed Jen must have been doing a lot in her matches with her.

“Twenty six!” Jen cried out, tying their score! She was thrusting her pelvis against Sam’s with command and determination, exhaling forcefully as she grinded against her opponent.

Alarm bells rang in Sam’s head as the scrappy fighter knew it was all but over. Her only hope was to reverse positions and get on top! She tried to roll Jen off the mount, but the dominant wrestler held her firm, pinning her by the shoulders. Sam instinctively tried to kick out, getting one shoulder up. Jen grabbed her arm by the wrist and pinned it behind her head. Sam tried to shove her off with her other hand, but Jen caught that one as well, pinning it with the first arm. She then pressed her pussy deep against Sam’s swollen vulva.

Sam let out a shivered moan, feeling her knee rub against her cheek. She was being split in half as Jen rode her to a climax. Her friend’s warm, moist pussy lips melted into her snatch and made her body spasm with ecstasy. “Twenty seven…” Jen counted victoriously.

The timer beeped, signalling the end of the round. Sam lay frozen as Jen slowed her grind to a gradual halt. She then rested her head on Sam’s bare chest as she caught her breath. She didn’t need to say anything. Sam had wholly lost this round.

Samantha was breathing heavily with her rival, running through the match in her head, already trying to pick out moments she could have changed.

“That was a good match…” Jen said softly.

As the petite strawberry blonde was nestled in the crook of Sam’s arm, the defeated wrestler naturally wrapped her arm around her victor’s slender body, giving her a congratulatory squeeze. “Good match,” she agreed.

They rested there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling as they quietly contemplated the match.

“You still cheated,” Jen pointed out.

“I… may have stretched the rules…” Sam begrudgingly admitted. She consoled her rival with gentle strokes over the strawberry blonde’s bare skin. Her flesh was warm to the touch and she responded by nuzzling into Sam’s soft flesh. “So… Does that mean you’re going to punish me?” She felt her heart skip a beat and a shiver of excitement at the idea. She kept seeing Jen in an innocent light, but she knew deep down there was a force of nature in the petite strawberry blonde.

Jen thought for a moment, “Maybe…” she promised. They both lightly chuckled, still not willing to move from their comfortable positions. “So…” Jen said, after another lingering silence. “Did you figure out if knees are the best position or not?”

“Hmm… “ Sam thought. “Maybe not for the whole match, but it has its place…” she concluded. “We’d have to test out ‘knees versus standing’ next time…”

“Yeah, I think we’re done with wrestling tonight,” Jen replied with an exhausted sigh. “A… aside from the prize round…” she amended with a blush.

Sam grinned. She was starting to look forward to the next phase of their match as well, even if she did end up losing. “Did you have some positions in mind for that?” Sam asked testingly. A knot formed in the base of her stomach as she anticipated the coming event. For a by-the-book academic, Sam had proven in the past creativity that Sam was eager to be a part of.

“Oh…” Jen thought for a moment. “I do have some things I’d like to try, now that you mention it… with you…” She started blushing again, but was emboldened enough to slide back on top of her partner’s body, chest to chest, so that they could face each other.

Samantha averted her eyes, getting nervous as her friend’s close proximity. “A-A few things you picked up from your other matches?” Sam asked with a tinge of jealousy. She was starting to itch for the extended experience that Jen was having.

“Yeah, kind of…” Jen nodded. She was becoming more playful, asserting her dominance by playing with Sam’s short cut hair while staring down with gentle eyes. It was as if she were playing with her pet, which made Sam feel even more in her sparring partner’s power. The dark haired rebel let out a soft sigh and stared back at Jen while the former leaned in for a kiss.

Their lips parted and Sam felt a need to assert herself before she fully fell into Jen’s allure. “Well… I’m not going to be so easy to break in as your roommate…” she retorted, tensing up when she felt Jen shift around on top of her in response.

“Mmm… maybe it’ll be more fun that way…” Jen teased.

Samantha could feel the dryness in her mouth as she thought up a response. Her heart was pounding and her sex was aching. Their match had worked up her libido and their talk was only fuel to the fire. She wished she had won, so that they wouldn’t have to beat around the bush for so long. Her body was begging to be used.

“So far, all I’ve heard is talk…” she chided towards her mistress.

“Hmm… then it sounds like it’s time to hear your moans…” Jen teased back. She felt her stomach flutter. She was never usually this bold, but this was her third win in WSW matches in a row, she was on a streak and was reveling in it. It also helped that she was comfortable enough around Samantha by now to be a little more forthcoming with her desires. Sam never judged her for her likes and wants, so she felt more free to try out new things with her. She was excited to share a new experience with her wrestling buddy.