Fight...

Round 2... Fight!

Frannie apparently feels some incentive to be a little aggressive, if only so that she's not just standing around buck naked. She rushes in as soon as the round is started, catching you by surprise. She manages to wrap her arms around your chest and snake one leg behind both of your legs so that she can easily get you off balance. You twist on her way down, just enough so that you lands on your belly instead of your back. You quickly push yourself back so that you’re on all fours, and she has got her arms clasped around your waist, firmly in control. She stays in that position for a second before she realizes that this leaves her bending over your butts like she was fucking you doggie style.

“Hmm… this is giving be some ideas for the dare I’m going to have you do!” She says, laughing and giving a little thrust for emphasis.

She knows she have to try to get you off balance a little bit to do anything from this position. So, she quickly fakes like she's going to try to shift her grip higher up along your chest, which makes you stretch forward, and then she pulls up and back as hard as she can, flipping you over backwards. This works to perfection, and before you know it you're on your back with the wind knocked out of you a little bit. She rolls on top of you, and she has won the round.

“…cough geez… nicely done Frannie…that was pretty serious stuff,” you say, sounding too impressed to be really unhappy.

You slowly stand, trying to catch your breath, then you push down the waistband of your panties and slide them to the ground. You reache up and pull the band on your bra up over your breasts, and flings it to the side. You see her happily gawking at your perky tits with their tiny brown nipples. She lowers her gaze, taking in your trimmed bush triangle bush, and the lips just visible underneath it.