It doesn’t start off well for Ashley

Seemingly determined, and with luck on his side, James managed to get character after character that he was good with while she got the opposite. He swiftly kicked her ass as she fought helplessly against his barrage of skill. Sure, she got a couple stocks in, but by the end of the seventh fight, she was devoid of her shoes and socks while he had only lost his shoes. She now had to remove something substantial.

She decided to go with the obvious choice of her shirt first. As he snickered at her, she glared at him as she grabbed the hem of her shirt, and began to raise it up.

Sure, they’d seen each other in swimsuits before on trips to the beach or nearby water park, but underwear was something different, much more personal.

The light material grazed her stomach as it went up, tickling her a bit, but not enough to get a reaction out of her. It slowly reached her bra, and she hesitated there, looking to him. He nodded, urging her on. She pouted, as if to tell him “You’re laughing now, but I’m gonna get you soon!” Finally, she took a deep breath and pulled the shirt the rest of the way. She threw it aside with her other clothes, and covered her bra-clad chest, a blush appearing on her cheeks. He laughed, causing her to growl. He seemed to regret his laugh though.

“Ah, I’m sorry.” He said, then he blushed. “It’s just...you look kinda...cute, all embarrassed like that.” Her blush deepened.

“You’re not helping the situation!” She exclaimed. He laughed again, though this time, it was filled with more nervousness.

“Just being honest.” He remarked, and she shook her head, grabbing the controller as she started the next fight. She could feel his eyes on her chest, which only made her more embarrassed. She perked up, however, as one of her best characters popped up, while James only got a character he was moderately good at. She smiled.

This was her chance!