Room for Uncertainty

[RockRye]

Michaela felt her heart skip a beat as the muffled vibrations of his voice buzzed against her most sensitive areas. Why was he still making noise? The unexpected sensation of his words pressing into her through the thin fabric of her gear was utterly overwhelming. Her cheeks burned hotter as her mind raced, the mortification pooling deep in her chest.

"I said to hush!" she repeated, though her voice carried more desperation than authority. She knew her tone betrayed her discomfort, but she couldn’t help it. Michaela had dealt with physical closeness before. Wrestling demanded it. She’d even, uh, grappled with men in... similarly compromising positions. That was to say, she had sex before, so there had been much touching of the same areas that he was trying to talk into and making... vibrate. In fact, there had been quite a bit more than touching, as was expected of sex. Yet... this was different. The intimacy of it, in this scenario, the way it bypassed her usual boundaries and left her feeling raw and exposed, was simply different than the traditional form of intimacy. She had a man's face in her ass.

Why couldn’t she just compartmentalize this like everything else? Wrestling was physical. Intimate, sure, but manageable. Sex was obviously intimate, but at least it came with its own rules of engagement. This? This left her floundering, unsure of what to do or how to handle the flood of emotions and sensations swamping her all at once.

Focus. Just focus. She tightened her grip on his wrists to distract herself from the heat building in her body, pressing her weight more firmly against him. But then, she noticed something, a more desperate shift in his hands. Her initial annoyance spurred her to clamp down even harder, scolding him silently with her grip.

And that’s when it hit her.

The way his muffled cries seemed to grow more desperate. The subtle jerks of his body beneath hers that she’d dismissed as protests. Oh. Oh no.

Her stomach flipped as she realized she’d been so caught up in her own turmoil that she hadn’t considered his position. How long had he been down there? Too long, clearly. Michaela’s face drained of color as she scrambled to correct her mistake.

“Oh no!” she gasped, her voice high-pitched with panic as she planted her feet firmly on the mat. Her thighs quivered as she pushed herself up and off of him with a sharp exhale, her hands trembling slightly as she released his wrists. “That was too long, wasn’t it? Are you okay?”

[ADarlingDucky]

Angel was well and truly buried beneath Michaela, the busty blonde having sat down and completely consumed the effeminate male's face between her round, soft cheeks, giving him quite the thorough facesitting as she sat still atop his features! The lack of movement from Michaela, borne out of a desperate attempt to try and quell the feelings that were rushing through her, had the side affect of making sure that a seal of cheek was covering Angel, from which he could get no oxygen at all, no matter what he did! That would have been enough to cause a slight bit of a problem, but another arose when his hips, gripping Michaela's waist, were suddenly grabbed! She seemed to be trying to stop him from making any other movements or sounds, but the unfortunate side affect was that he had no way of alerting her to his predicament, the fact that he was rapidly running out of air!

A few more precious moments ticked by, as Michaela once more asserted her wishes for Angel to cease his shifting beneath her, something that unfortunately, he couldn't help but do more of as he was rapidly running out of air! His legs shifted weakly against the mat, and his hands pinned to her sides, would weakly grope at her waist as he attempted to get enough space in order to manage something of a tap! But the longer that it went on, the dizzier he began to feel, with a feeling that he was slowly slipping away towards unconsciousness!

Two things happened after that. The first was that Angel, face buried in Michaela's ass, would be given a deeply intimate rush of sensations, her cheeks on his face, and the scent of her filling his nose, all of which would rapidly show in the form of the bulge in his pants growing much more noticeable and pronounced, twitching slightly as he lay there! However, the second was that Michaela would suddenly realize what she had been doing, and with a start, would rise up off of the blonde, allowing a sudden rush of his air, as he was able to see once more all of the sudden, though his vision was filled with black spots! Michaela, panicked as she was, would frantically ask if Angel was okay, and after a few deep breaths, he'd slowly shift to lay on his side, facing towards her!

"That... hah... ah... was perfect! You were really about to knock me out! See how effective it was?" A slow breath of air would come between his first few words, before the haze would clear slightly, and he would be able to compliment her performance! It had gone just as well as he assumed it would, and the effeminate male was quite pleased, a smile on his face as he regarded her! However, the gaze he fixed her with was slightly more... lustful, than before, and after a moment he'd flash her another warm grin, speaking up again!

"So, after I catch my breath for a second... shall we move onto some sparring?" Angel finally concluded, chest rising and falling steadily as he gazed over at Michaela, eyes now roaming up and down her body just a bit more than before!

[RockRye]

Michaela let out a shaky breath, her shoulders sagging slightly as the tension began to dissipate. Seeing Angel stir and hearing his response brought her an almost overwhelming wave of relief, though she wasn’t about to admit just how tightly she’d been wound. She ran her hands over her face, then combed her fingers through her long, thick blonde hair, the motion both an unconscious grounding gesture and an attempt to regain some semblance of composure.

“Okay, good,” she said, her voice carrying an awkward mix of apology and exasperation. She finally stepped back, giving him the space she’d clearly been denying him moments earlier as she loomed above him. “I, uh, I’m sorry about that. I forgot you needed a way to tap. I’m just… not used to someone squirming like that under me. Or… breathing on me.”

Her words faltered slightly, and she glanced away, shifting on her feet as if trying to shake off the lingering awkwardness. Her gaze involuntarily drifted down his body, scanning for anything out of place, purely out of concern, she told herself. But then her eyes landed on something, and she froze. Oh.

Oh.

He had gotten excited.

It wasn’t the first time Michaela had encountered this reaction. She’d been around the block enough to know these things happened in situations like this. And objectively, it made sense. She was a woman, and she’d been, well, sitting on his face. Plenty of couples did that for fun, right? That wasn’t groundbreaking information. But this context was… different. Strangely, though, it made her feel better about her own reaction.

The realization still managed to hit her with an unexpected wave of heat, though, her cheeks flushing despite herself. She turned on her heel quickly, giving him her back as she waved a hand dismissively, more for her benefit than his.

“Uh, right. But, um…” she began, her tone pitched higher than normal. “If you had been trying to push me off of you, you could have done it. But, uh… maybe I’m wrong about that?” She winced internally, hoping that sounded less awkward than it felt.

Then came his suggestion: sparring.

She whirled back around, her face lighting up with something that could almost pass for relief. “Yes!” she blurted, nodding vigorously. “Yes, let’s spar. That is exactly what we should do.”

Her enthusiasm came on a little too strong, but she was already stepping into position, clearly eager to move forward to something her brain could wrap around more easily than... mutual facesitting.

[ADarlingDucky]

Laying down on the mat and catching his breath, Angel would finally have his words be able to leave him without ragged gasps coming in between, having recovered from the very thorough smothering that Michaela's plump ass had delivered him! Still, she seemed like her nerves, in spite of fully going through with the act, hadn't totally disappeared, though part of that likely came from her worry over nearly putting Angel out cold underneath her, not that he minded very much at all! He made sure to give her a reassuring smile as she explained why she hadn't given him the opportunity to give her a tap, waving his hand to indicate that it very much wasn't a big deal to him! Instead, he'd be focused on slowly rolling over and pushing himself back up to his feet, offering the idea that the two of them could move onto some sparring, something that was a bit more applied than simply letting it happen!

Still, standing up would provide a much more pronounced view of his bulge, his manhood straining against the fabric of his thong and pants, a clear sign that the intimate contact between himself and Michaela had gotten to him. The sight caused Michaela's face to flush red once more, though Angel wasn't even aware of this, simply seeing her spin around to face away from him as she agreed to some sparring, Angel having a smile on his face as the idea caused her to turn back towards him!

"Awesome! And now, this'll let you test out if I really was able to push me off. That is, if you can get back on top of me!" He threw a teasing wink her way as the words came out, as if daring her to try and sit atop him again! Of course, he had little idea just how awkward it had made her feel, but regardless, he would continue forwards, taking a few steps towards her to meet her in the center of the ring!

"Alright, well, I'm ready when you are!" Angel said with a smile, raising his hands up and holding them out towards Michaela, as if inviting her to move towards him and take hold of them, the effeminate blonde ready to go! Still, the intimate contact had surely affected him, and so a pleasant haze filled his head as he prepared to spar with the beautiful blonde, his eyes lingering on her features as he felt another warm rush in his chest, more than eager to begin!