Two of a Kind

[Flamintree]

Getting lost in your lust was a mistake.

That was the case in matches anyway, where losing control over her own body was an invitation for the misery of defeat to snatch her up. Perhaps it was this knowledge that illustrated the stark difference between this night and a real match; the goal. In a real battle, with her pride and her payday on the line, Shelby struggled to care for anything but victory.

In the privacy of her own bedroom, alone with a girl she very much liked, though, the Little Dollie had an entirely separate goal.

Now what she chased was pleasure, the feeling of her body stimulated by a peer well acquainted with the female body. It was to this new end that she allowed herself to be sucked into a kiss that she very well knew could result in the tables being turned on her, for victory was not what she truly cared about. What mattered to her now was feeling as good as she could, something that she trusted a taste of Dizzy would bring.

Feeling her lover thriving beneath her as she reached an orgasmic climax was a heavenly sensation, almost as wonderful as the heat stirring in her loins. She made no effort to hold herself back now, the rough contact between their bare bodies having already pushed her to the brink. She may not have reached her limit just yet, but she knew that the difference between the ecstasy that her Italian friend now convulsed in and what was soon to come to her was but a tripwire string apart.

She waited until her lover had come down from her high a bit to pull her lips away, just long enough to drift over to Dizzy's ear.

"How about a beautiful thing like you show me what you can do when you're in charge?"

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, that was good. Damned good. Dizzy had missed this.

Not the sex, of course; she’d gotten plenty of that since she came to Japan. But most of her sensual encounters had been more exotic. These days, she had sex in seedy underground matches, or in wild back rooms at clubs, or during late night sessions at the training center. LAW was a wild place with wild women, the best place to explore new scenarios.

But it was nice, every once in a while, to go back to her roots and do things the way she’d done when she was just touring Europe with her mother. Meet a girl. Flirt. Come back to her house. Have fun in her bedroom. No crazy toys, no crowds, no stipulations. Just a friendly roll on the bed.

The main difference here, however, was that she’d done stuff like that, never expecting to see her partner again afterwards. She’d be gone in a couple of days, so nothing permanent could develop, even if she wanted to. With Shelby, that option was at least on the table—the chance to make this into something a little more.

Idle thoughts. Interesting thoughts. Thoughts she pushed to the back of her head as she came down from the high. Shelby’s words helped center her, reminding her she was only half-finished. Dizzy closed her eyes and smacked her lips, basking in the bliss as her lover whispered into her ear. Shelby wanted her to take the reins?

Very well.

Dizzy laughed quickly, then threw her legs out and abruptly swung their bodies about, flipping them over and coming out on top. Her hand came to Shelby’s chest and pushed her down, pressing her against the sheets - probably unnecessary, but she liked the effect of it, perfect for the vibe.

That same hand traveled along Shelby’s body, running along her chest and stomach, lower and lower, as Dizzy slid down her partner’s legs until her face was right in front of her pussy. Normally, she would’ve taken her time her and drawn things out, but she figured she had already made her friend wait long enough - she dove in, tongue first, and worked over with furtive licks, her tongue darting across the woman’s pussy as she tried to push her over the edge with a wild burst of pleasure.

[Flamintree]

How quickly had her body stemmed the tide of sweet words from her lover's mouth, but Shelby found that she couldn't complain. As nice as flattery was, pleasure made for a welcome substitute.

The Little Dollie made little effort to stymie her voice, allowing her feelings to spill forth from her lips in gasps and moans. Any semblance of a competition had been put on hold, her own desire to indulge in the wonderful sensation coursing through her veins taking over any token attempt to appear like she cared for winner or loser tonight.

She appreciated how her bedmate took the time to tease her stomach, even if only for a moment, but she enjoyed the muff diving a whole lot more. Her pussy, already sensitive from their earlier grinding, was covered in a thin layer of precum that lubricated the push of Dizzy's tongue into her.

It was clear that her Italian friend had lots of experience with what she was doing, rough papillae running along her walls and dancing closer and closer to the brink. It was only a matter of time now, but she did her best to hold out, if only to prolong the sensation.

It was ultimately a fruitless effort. She'd already been standing too close to the cliff's edge to possibly have remained on even footing, and in only a few minutes she found herself plummeting into her climax. She gripped her lover by the hair, if only to have something to hold onto, as she threw her head back and felt herself reach her breaking point.

Where Dizzy had let loose several separate shots, Shelby's came as a single, flowing stream. It started as a trickle first, but as the seconds ticked by it quickly mounted in volume until a veritable river came gushing out of her. A less experienced woman might have lain there for seconds to minutes, catching her breath after such a high.

But Shelby had trained to recover from exactly this. Be it instinct or pure lust, she pushed herself up even as the last drops of her climax dribbled out of her and pulled her lover up to meet her face. There, she returned the favour, planting a playful bite on Dizzy's lip.

More than just simple desire, it was a message. She was far from done, and she was most certainly ready for what came next.

[BlackAkuma]

As much as Dizzy loved being on the receiving end when it came to sex, she almost equally treasured doing a job well done when it came to sex, priding herself on leaving her lovers satisfied. It was more a point of pride than anything, since she oftentimes never even saw them again after her mother moved them out of whatever country they were in, and it wasn’t like they were leaving a review on Amazon or something.

She was having sex all the time, so it made sense for her to be good at it. She might not have the body of a model, but there were so many ways she could make up for it. Judging from the way Shelby was responding, she would agree.

Dizzy’s tongue went wild, though, being fair, pushing Shelby over the edge wasn’t too big of an accomplishment - she likely could’ve gotten similar results with her pinky toe. Regardless, she was never the type to half-ass when it came to the bedroom, so she made sure to give Shelby the full experience, and over the moon she went. Out she came, a dam bursting between her legs with a sweet flood, filling Dizzy’s nostrils with her heady scent.

Now, came the quiet, the relaxation, the trip down from the mountain…or not?

Not. Definitely not.

Dizzy’s eyes widened in sheer shock as Shelby sprang to life and pulled their faces together, coming at her while the orgasm still had to be running through her system. A bite on the lip forced a yelp out of her, and for a couple of seconds that felt like minutes she found herself staring at her lover, surprised by her vigor. She’d had some energetic playmates before, but this was a different level.

And she loved it. She absolutely loved it. ”Come here.” Dizzy wrapped her arms around Shelby’s neck and pulled her in for a smoldering kiss, giving her fellow hedonist a taste of herself as she pulled her back into the sheets.

[Flamintree]

Shelby had to admit, among her many talents, Dizzy was a damn good kisser. She kissed with a passion that only someone who had truly immersed herself in the moment could muster. She enjoyed the fresh taste of the Italian girl's spit mixed with the remnants of her own orgasm. It was a sloppy, wet affair, but the fervour with which the other woman dove into the embrace more than made up for the messiness of it all.

Her lover found no resistance as the pair went body to body once again. By now the sheets were crumpled and scattered, but Shelby harboured a silent determination to make sure that the way they looked now would seem downright neat and tidy by the next morning.

This time, she didn't even pretend wait for Dizzy to take the initiative. She pushed her hips forward and began humping the other teen's thigh, a sultry grin on her face as she broke the kiss. Her lips slid smoothly down Desdemona's body, stopping at her neck and biting down with intent to leave a reminder of tonight. It wasn't something she tended to do to softer lovers, but this girl had definitely proved that she could take it. It was a sign of respect, not just as a lover but as a fellow sexfighter.

With her mark stained in angry red on her lover's skin, she returned to their face to face position. She pressed their foreheads together, hair wet and matted with their sweat mingling. With that same flirty look she'd shown earlier in the night, she offered her lips again, as if daring the other girl to see which of them could hold a kiss for longer. She leaned in as if to initiate, but faked her out with a teasing nibble on the lips.

She drew her head back, giggling a little before offering that same challenge, for real this time.

[BlackAkuma]

In the back of Dizzy’s mind - far, far back - she was already formulating excuses to throw at her Mom. The ‘late-night training session’ excuse was sort of played out, but she hadn't used the ‘concert went long, decided to sleep at a hotel’ one in a while, so that might have some traction. Her mother would see through it, most likely, but she still felt obliged to at least try and come up with something believable instead of the truth. Even though they were slowly starting to get on the same page with her lifestyle, she didn’t want to push her luck.

But she just might have to, at the end of the day, and maybe at the end of days to come. Shelby was too good to pass up, and she had the impression that this wouldn’t be the last time she saw this room.

The two tangled on the sheets, with Shelby throwing a fresh wave of energy her way, clearly ready for round two and three and four and so on. The both of them enjoyed the kiss for a sultry moment, before her lover broke away and brought her lips lower. Dizzy expected something soft and tender at her neck, so when she received a sharp bite instead, she couldn't hold in the shriek - but a scandalous laugh followed right after. ”Ah, bitch!” She reached over and gave her partner a stinging slap on the ass, then flopped back down with a wide smile and a giggle.

The two of them grew close, hinting at a kiss, only for Shelby to pull away at the last second and leave her wanting, daring Dizzy to close the distance. It was dare she happily accepted, popping up and pressing their lips together before her paramour could escape again. She held her tightly as she met the grinding with some of her own, the two of them already working their way to another height.

Dizzy broke away, only long enough to take in a breathe and blurt out a few words. ”We should hang out.” And back in she went.

[Flamintree]

There was a connection here.

Not a romantic one, mind you, but a sort of mutual understanding between young women in atypical careers. Even among the League, theirs was an art often frowned upon, a kind of competition that only a certain kind of person enjoyed. It took the kind of person willing to go body to body with someone they'd met that very day, the kind of person that could answer sensual aggression with sensual aggression. She couldn't help but smile as she decided that Dizzy would make for an interesting friend indeed.

Again, their lips met and again, each girl matched her partner's freak. Shelby's hair was slick with her sweat now, clinging in thin strands to her face, but she didn't care. The pair pressed closer, and only when they had run out of breath did they at last break apart. It was a short recess, but it was enough for an offer to be given. Shelby had no time to answer before her lips were occupied once more. Dazedly, she mused that she wouldn't have had it any other way.

Only when their lungs had been drained once more did they break apart once again. This time, she left little space between her head and her lover's as she held the other teen by the back of her head. Each sucked in oxygen and the torrid breath from the other's mouth in equal measure. With flushed face and sultry tone, the Little Dollie gave her reply.

"I'm down. Next girl to make the other cum gets to pick the place?"

[BlackAkuma]

‘Hanging out’. Those were two words Dizzy didn’t get to use together often enough to describe her own life. Traveling around so much, she’d never gotten the chance to do much of it with anyone. There had been people - mostly women - she’d been friendly with all over Europe, but that wasn’t the same thing as having a real friend. Most of them were flings. Fun enough at the time, and some she even swapped numbers with and did a little correspondence. But time and distance always made that wane. It never developed into anything meaningful. Never had the time to.

This thing, with Shelby, had some potential. This was something she could grow. Roots. It was scary - being attached meant she could be detached, meant she could be hurt and maybe have her heart broken if things went too far. But it was also fun, wild, exciting, sexy…

She was down for it. So down.

So they kissed and kissed and kissed until they couldn't kiss anymore, until they had to either come up for air or risk passing out in one of the silliest ways imaginable. Dizzy came out with an ecstatic gasp, then leaned forward to rest their foreheads together. She did her best to hide her goofy smile, but probably faile.d

”You’re on.”