Two of a Kind

[Flamintree]

The Little Dollie made little effort to hide that she was peering over Dizzy's shoulder to see what her contact name would get changed to. She couldn't help but snicker a little at the little kissy face. Oh yeah, they were gonna have a good night.

Shelby, for her part, didn't bother changing. She felt like her new friend might appreciate the view of her exposed stomach, especially since stray beads of sweat still clung to her torso. That didn't mean that she didn't appreciate Dizzy's outfit, however. Her eyes flickered momentarily over to the other girl's legs. For a moment, she fantasised about what those legs would do to her that night... but there was no sense in rushing things. She would have to be patient, and her reward would be all the sweeter for it.

"Ready to go?"

She asked with a grin. That fantasy would sate her for now. Despite her excitement, she couldn't help but be briefly relieved by the blast of air conditioning in her face once her car was on. She chatted a bit on the way back, but the scenery was a tad... odd. Not in a creepy serial killer way, but more that they were certainly not driving through apartments. Fancy houses dotted the sidewalk as they moved further and further through the richer area of Japan, until at least they stopped at a really nice looking place.

It looked like it had been built for an entire family, but Shelby turned into its driveway nonetheless. The pink-haired girl didn't acknowledge that as she pushed the car door open and stepped onto the well-kept road. She turned expectantly, waiting for Desdemona to follow suit.

[BlackAkuma]

So far, so good. Dizzy had learned to put up with a lot of annoying character treats in her pursuits, gaining a thick skin for tics that would’ve turned others off. As long as they weren’t just irredeemably repellant, she could put up with most things until they made it to the bedroom.

It was always better when they were fun to be around, though, which thankfully could be said for Shelby. She was easygoing, friendly for the most part, Dizzy’s sort of people. The two of them chatted about this and that on the way to her place, idle banter, back and forth, most of it with sultry undertones, and it made for a pleasant ride.

It began to taper off as they neared their destination, though, with the tiny Italian noting they were in a more residential area. Most LAW wrestlers she knew of were set up in apartments - small, noncommittal places they could crash in and leave quick if they needed to go back home for whatever reason. This place looked like a more permanent residence and not a fly-by.

”Whoa, wow.” She whistled as she stepped out and looked it over. Homey, old-style decor, reminded her of the better AirBnBs her and her mother had stayed at throughout Europe. ”You live here? Nice, super nice.” She skipped along, catching up and staying close to Shelby. ”All by yourself?”

[Flamintree]

"A gift from father dearest."

Shelby's tone dripped with a bitterness that Dizzy hadn't heard from her til now. Her molten stare could probably melt steel, though it seemed to be directed at the house rather than her new acquaintance. That sour expression remained on her face even as she rummaged through her pocket until at last she produced a key card. She tapped it against the electronic lock and didn't even wait for the cheerful automatic voice to finish welcoming her before pushing the door open.

If nothing else, the endeavour seemed to have distracted her from any loaded thoughts about her parents. Realising that she'd allowed her resentment to bubble up to the surface, Shelby slipped easily back into her friendly persona. She turned back to Dizzy with a sheepish grin, allowing her real embarrassment that she'd screwed up like that to leak through.

"Anyway, come on in. I think my games are in my bedroom."

She lead her friend into the house, eager to provide something to draw attention away from her earlier mistake. A quick tour would be enough... she hoped.

"Over there is the rec room. I got bored of walking back and forth whenever I wanted to change games, so I just got a shelf installed in my room so I can do that easier."

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, daddy issues. There was a landmine to avoid.

It didn’t take a psychologist to see the shift when Shelby mentioned her father, as no small amount of resentment came bubbling to the surface. Not something she could relate to. One of the many unsung benefits of being raised by a single-mother was only having half the parental issues to deal with that most other people did, and none of the usual ones that came from Dads. Then again, her mother was enough to cover both roles, for better or worse, but at least she got all of them in one convenient package.

She made a note not to bring that up again, and Shelby thankfully cooled off soon after, back to a cool level. Dizzy smiled back her way, then stepped through the entranceway and took in the sights. Homey. Cozy. Warm. Crazy amount of space for one person, but then, she never needed much herself, so maybe her view was skewed.

Now that they were inside, Dizzy felt it was time to drop a few of the pretenses. The teasing was fun, but she liked to make sure her and her partners were on the same page, especially once she was past the threshold.

”That’s cool. But.” Dizzy sauntered over to a table in the rec room, spun about, and leaned on it, placing her hands at her side and crossing her legs. She looked Shelby’s way with half-lidded eyes. ”Are those really the sort of games you want to play with me?”

[Flamintree]

And there it was. The question that she'd been waiting for.

Even in the privacy of her own home, Shelby had a part to play. It was a different one from the overly cutesy Little Dollie, but that didn't make it any less important. Even if they weren't her target audience, her fellow fighters could still whisper. Rumours could still fly, and those rumours could slither their way into the ears of the Dollie's fans. So long as there were eyes on her, she had to make it seem like her crueler side was a character she played in the ring.

She had gotten along well with Dizzy, yes, but that didn't mean that Shelby knew her well. It was the safest play to wait for the other to initiate before returning some of her own lust. She let out a low hum as she traipsed over to stand right in front of the table, just moments away from her newest acquaintance. She clicked her tongue, putting her hands behind her back as she leaned in with a sultry smile.

"It's funny you mention that." She purred, "I had another game in mind. It doesn't need a tv or a cartridge... just you and me."

Then, abruptly, she stood again. A teasing expression played across her face as she dangled herself just out of arm's reach.

"But I usually play that game in my bedroom. You wanna try it out?"

[BlackAkuma]

There was always a risk with this sort of thing. Dizzy was good at reading people, but even homerun kings struck out every now and then, and she had suffered a few flops along the way. Part of the reason she caught so many fish in the sea was because she cast such a wide net, and when one slipped through, she didn’t much care.

It was possible that she had misread Shelby. It was possible that the innocent flirting had been nothing more than that and that she was just a lonely girl looking for company. It was possible that this was destined to be nothing more than a friendly encounter.

Possible. Possibly boring. And wrong.

She took her chance, and Shelby responded in kind, coming over and standing close, so very close, so close she could feel the heat in her breath as she spoke and see the glimmer in those pretty blue eyes. She kept her position, though she took her time looking her potential lover over as she spoke, making no effort to hide her roaming eyes.

Dizzy took a moment, tilting her head to one side than the other, pretending to given Shelby’s question a modicum of thought. ”You know, I think I do.” She uncrossed her legs, stood up to put herself in Shelby’s personal space, and let her arm come forward with an open hand - ready for Shelby to take it and seize control, if she wanted. Her soft smile ticked upwards, on the verge of growing devilish. ”Lead the way.”

[Flamintree]

Despite what she'd said, she did not lead Dizzy to her bedroom.

No, that would be awful to have to clean up. Besides, all of the extras were stored in her current destination. She took hold of Dizzy's hand, skipping every other step as she scaled the stairway to the second, then to the third floor. Only occasionally did she glance back to make sure that her present paramour was keeping pace before continuing to bound up the stairs. She guided Dizzy to the last door in the hallway, pushing it open to reveal where they'd be spending their night.

The guest bedroom had been overhauled since she'd first gotten here to be the perfect place for her flights of fancy. The canopy bed before them was the largest size she could find online, and the drawers on either side of the fluffy pillows were well-stocked with snacks and water bottles for any breaks. Shelby skipped playfully over to the windows, drawing the blinds with her free hand and leaving the pair to their privacy.

As the door clicked shut on its own, she turned to her partner and let go of her wrist. She leaned against the wooden frame of the bed and raised an eyebrow.

"Your mom good with you staying over?" She tilted her head. "Because I think we might be busy all night."

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, Shelby was a leader. Dizzy liked when her lovers had some agency and didn’t make her do all the work - she could go for the more submissive types, too, but things tended to go better when the other woman at least had some vague ideas on where she wanted things to go. Shelby had that - she guided Dizzy along with clear intent, knew where this was going to end up and wasn’t hesitating to bring her there like some shy waif.

And where they ended up was…wow, swanky. Spacious. Well-kept. Clean. Didn’t strike her as someone’s personal bedroom, too lacking in personality for that, had a kind of guest bedroom feel. But the type of place she could spend the night, yeah.

She took a moment to spin around, taking it all in, before her focus returned to Shelby and snickered at her question. She loved her Mom, but she was the last thing on her mind. How many times had she handled this sort of situation? Dozens? Couldn't even begin to count.

”Sweet of you to ask, but let me worry about that. You just think about me.” Dizzy moved in, brought her hands about Shelby’s waist, and gently pressed their bodies together, getting a feel for the other woman. She leaned, closed her eyes, and planted soft kisses along her neck, pecking here and there. Nothing too aggressive. For now. ”Tell me about this game of yours.”

[Flamintree]

Now there was a concession she could most definitely acquiesce. Not like Dizzy made it hard, with her sudden advance. That sultry curve of her lips only grew as they moved into contact and her soon-to-be bedmate delivered a ticklish trail of kisses down her nape. A part of her yearned to just let Dizzy take over, but for all her many flaws, Shelby was not a selfish lover.

It was a shame, Shelby thought absently to herself, that all of Dizzy's effort into picking a nice outfit would soon go to waste. Already those pretty black boots were gone, and she doubted that the rest of her paramour's clothing would outlive them long enough to boast. Her arms slipped under that cute brown leather jacket, under that tent of a shirt, and pressed her palms against the other teen's bare back. She leaned forward, bringing her lips to Dizzy's ears, and whispered as if sharing a great secret.

"Well, we've gotta change into the right outfit first. Lucky you, you're already wearing it. All we need to do is... remove these layers."

Her finger hooked around the backstop of Dizzy's bra. She gave it a teasing tug, making it quite clear that the uniforms she had in mind were absolutely nothing. She used the slight shift in her acquaintance's position to land a solid peck on the other girl's cheek.

"Do you mind helping me change?"

[BlackAkuma]

While Dizzy preferred the bigger women, some advantages came with picking on someone her own size - namely, she had to compensate less for the size difference. No standing on her tiptoes, no having to worry about getting a little too crushed underneath. It gave her a wider variety of options to work with, and while she would’ve traded them all just so she could do that meme with the bigger gal pinning the smaller one up against a wall, she could recognize the possibilities.

Judging by the way Shelby reciprocated, she would say the feeling was mutual. Dizzy had a quick, pleased sigh as the woman’s fingers explored her body, making their way up to her bra like it was familiar territory. They were practiced at this, it seemed - good. She wasn’t in a teaching mood today. Or ever, really.

”I do not mind.” Dizzy’s hands made their way up Shelby’s body, only stopping to give her ass a squeeze - nice, tight, firm - before she moved on to higher goals, finding her bra and working with. A few quick motions and she’d worked it off, not long after Shelby made quick work of her own.

Dizzy peeled the bra off and flung it aside, content to let it be an afterthought, then breathed as she refocused, gazing down at Shelby’s glistening abs. Reaching back down, she gripped her partner’s leggings and rolled them downwards as she dropped with them, leaving a trail of kisses down the Americans chest, lower and lower and lower still, and she was lapping at Shelby’s navel.

Dizzy looked up, winked, then stepped away and turned around, holding her hands up to give her full access. She still had a skirt to get off, after all. ”Do you like what you see, so far?” She threw a sly glance over her shoulder. ”I have.”