...Fight!

You feel some incentive to be a little aggressive, if only so that you’re not just standing around buck naked. You rush in as soon as the round is started, catching Frannie by surprise. You manage to wrap your arms around Frannie’s chest and snake one leg behind both of her legs so that you can easily get her off balance. She twists on her way down, just enough so that she lands on her belly instead of her back. She quickly pushes herself back so that she’s on all fours, and you’ve got your arms clasped around her waist, firmly in control. You stay in that position for a second before your realize that this leaves you bending over her butt pelvis to pelvis like you were fucking her doggie style.

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

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

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

Frannie slowly stands, trying to catch her breath, then pulls down the waistband of her shorts and slides them to the ground. She reaches up, pulls the band on her bra up over her breasts, and flings it to the side. You see her small white breasts covered in freckles and topped with small, soft, puffy pink nipples. Lowering your gaze, you see that she doesn’t bother to shave her pubic hair, because there isn’t much of it, and it’s very whispy and ginger colored.