I don't have it in me.

She lets her hand fall one last time, and lets it rest there.

"Three."

We lie for a few moments, both heaving from the most strenuous wrestling match of our young lives. She looks intently into my eyes for a moment, kisses me on the lips, and begins sliding back into a straddling position so she can get up. She gasps slightly as her clit brushes against the tip of my still-erect penis. She sits up, and biting her lip in elation, she slowly guides me inside of her.

Like the ignition of a bomb, she comes back to life. She glides up and down, she thrusts herself up and down, her tits flinging sweat as they bounce with her. As exhausted as I am, my wanton carnality kicks into high gear again. A short time later, I come inside her, and in mere seconds, she follows suit. She has one of her uniquely explosive orgasms, and gushes out just as much as I just did.

She sinks down to the mat, fully spent.

"You are one tough chick," I admit. "Looks like you're the new champ, because you won."

"I feel like we both won," she replies, laughing. "We can be a champion team."

"How does that work?" I reply, laughing as well.

"I've got a bisexual girl friend who I like to spar with..."

I lost the match, but I can't help but be excited all over again.