Spar with Scarlet.

At first, you started with an easy stretch. You asked her if she wanted to lay out some rules. She shakes her head. You ask if you can't grab or use any techniques on here. Again, she shakes her head, explaining that you are allowed to do anything and everything you deem OK to win the sparring session... As long as it doesn't have the intent to harm, kill, or to cause any serious injury. She stretches too, you can tell by just looking at her that she does indeed have the body of a boxer. Not necessarily ripped, but slender and small enough to dodge and jab as need be. You squared up with her gave her a playful smile, which she reacted with was a hard push back, initiating the spar.

You swung at her, but you missed, as to be expected... Scarlet ducked down and pushed you again, this time causing you almost loose balance. You catch yourself and kept a close eye on her as she started to circle around you. Her eyes were trained on your chest, well darting every so often to your arms and legs as she thought to attack or defend. You tried faking her a few times, but she was even more agile than you thought. You grabbed her once, she but smacked your sides, simulated punches and shoved back. You managed to hit once or twice between her pacing, but she always did more to you in return. Your sides were burning and your face felt hot - she kept the trained expression the whole time.

In some ways, you felt like a stupid teenager. Mid-way through, during on the times you had grabbed her, it felt like she was practically wearing nothing underneath her clothes. It'd make sense, but when the idea entered your head, you weren't really able to shake the thought away from you...You tried to fight your boner, but as you trailed left to right, it subtly started to grow. You thought about something else for a moment, but that's when she leaped forward and span herself around your body, quickly achieving some way to get you on your back her legs wrapped around you.

Scarlet jeered. "HA! See?! I did win! I am clearly the superior in close quarters! I can't believe you actually thought anything otherwise!"

You tried to break free. Panic shot through your body as she squeezed and pulled on you. She grabbed your arm and pulled on it, you could feel your wrist against her breasts. You could smell the pine and earth on the fabric of her jeans. Her finger nails dug slightly into your skin as she continued to poke fun at you. You aren't really sure why, but your dick started to grow even harder.

You had to get out of this position before she noticed, but she was so far into her celebrating that she didn't seem to consider letting you go. Then, mid-way through her taunting, she gasps and lets go of you, quickly getting on her feet above you. "What's wrong with you?!"

She swallows. At first, you try to play dumb and ask what she means. Maybe she's talking about something else? But, no...She isn't. She points at the lump in your trousers. "You're- you have a fucking hard-on!"

There's no point in beating around the bush. You tell her, as honestly as you can, that you found her attractive. Your kink wasn't getting beaten and thrown around by a girl (?), but she's gorgeous and has an incredible body to pair up with it. Instead of a blush or a comment, she smiles and places her hands on her hips. "You forgot to mention badass."

Scarlet groans and then facepalms at her own comment. "No, this isn't right. I'm not looking for anything intimate. I'm just looking for someone to travel around with."

You stand up and look at her. "Oh come on, you said I was handsome earlier."

She scoffs. "I was playing back then." She looks at you and crosses her arms.

You take a few steps forward with your hands out. "You said so yourself, it's been some time since you've been intimate with someone."

She drops her arms and pushes you back. "Seriously, what is wrong with you!?"

Scarlet has left herself open. You grab her wrists and push her against the wall. She struggles and moans. But, she is quite strong enough to break free of your grip, so she tries to kick you, but you're able to get around it. You squeeze against her, a few inches for her face. Finally, her vanilla cheeks start to burn.

"Fine," she sighs. "But I'm taking the lead."