Matt Floyd vs Eriko

Matt stood idly by as the flustered gil tried to talk herself out of the situation, and Matt had to pick up the pace to keep up with her. God, I feel like a stalker, he thought to himself, disgusted.

Then she suddenly stopped, and Matt was faced with a question, one that made him smirk. "Oh, nothing!" he declared, throwing his hands in the air in an innocent gesture. "It's just, I haven't seen you around here a lot. You're new, right?" His speech held an innocent tone to it, like he didn't know what he was saying. "The new people aren't that good, and they usually lose really fast. I'm just guessing you're the same."

"What?" said Eriko.

I can't believe the nerve of this guy! I don't even know him! Eriko thought to herself. i can't let him get away with it - Mihiro wouldn't let him get away with it.

"Yeah, I'm new, but so what? I can totally hold my own in a match - even with you."

Eriko knew that she was playing into Matt's game, but she didn't care. She just couldn't stand how arrogant he was being at this point.

"So what kind of match do you want?"

Jackpot, Matt thought triumphantly. He usually wouldn't use such tactics to initiate a match, but things had changed. Today was all business.

"Tell you what," Matt replied, stretching his arms like nothing was wrong. "I'll even give you the advantage and let you choose the match. That should level the playing field, don't you think?"

There he goes again, she thought to herself.

"Giving me the advantage by choosing the match?" she said to him. "I'm pretty capable of holding my own, thank you." Eriko was still incensed that her opponent already thought less of her. Sure she was new, but still - Eriko could definitely handle herself if necessary.

"Lotion-Hentai match" she said to Matt. "Where do you wanna do this?"

Eriko extended her hand out to her opponent.

Lotion-Hentai? Matt thought in alarm. Now he was slightly nervous. Despite his time here Matt had never actually been in a hentai match before. It wasn't his strong suit. And if this girl specifically requested it she must have a trick or two. Still, Matt had wanted this and he wouldn't back down.

"Alright then," he soon answered. "Lotion-Hentai it is. I'd say here and now but I don't exactly have any lotion on me." He shook her hand when offered and smiled, trying to show no hard feelings. "I never got your name."

"Follow me," Eriko said to Matt.

"And the name's Eriko."

Eriko made her way back to her apartment with Matt in tow.

I can't believe that i'm actually doing this, let alone letting a complete stranger into the apartment. she thought to herself. But really, this guy was asking for it.

Eriko opened the door to her apartment and immediately pushed the sofa to one side of the room, making for a free open-space.

"Wait here."

She walked into her bedroom and started to pull of her shirt. She disappeared for just a second. When she came back out, she was wearing a yellow bikini top and the track shorts that she had on earlier. She began rolling out a mat onto the floor. She went back into the room for another second and finally came out, with a large gallon container of lotion.

"Like I said, this is a lotion-hentai match - first person to cum, loses - and then gets f*cked by the winner. Agreed?"

Eriko pulled down her track shorts to reveal a matching yellow bikini bottom.

"Is that what you're going to wear?" Eriko said to her opponent.

Matt shrugged and followed the girl named Eriko. "Lead the way."

She turned out to be leading him into her apartment. It was an ordinary sized place, nothing too fancy, and it looked like two people lived here. Eriko didn't live alone it would seem.

As she entered her room and came back with a gym mat, Matt took the few seconds to admire her new outfit. Soon he would be rolling around with that, just as soon as they got some lotion.

No more than a couple of seconds since he thought that Eriko came back with a huge jug of the stuff. "You're.....pretty prepared, aren't you?" he commented. "I know the rules," he said, even though he had never participated in such a match. "And you're on. This is gonna be fun."

Matt removed his AC/DC shirt and his trackpants, revealing his black boxer-briefs. These were some of the only clothes he had left, he wasn't about to get lotion on them. "Ready over here," he chuckled, grinning. "How bout you?"

"Just about ready," Eriko said to her opponent.

Eriko kneeled down onto the mat and reached for the jug of lotion. She removed the cap, and poured nearly half the jug onto the center of the mat. After placing the cap back on and tossing the jug onto the sofa, she moved back towards the center of the mat and spread the thick, clear, lotion across the mat.

She then scooped up some with her right hand and began to wipe it over her chest.

"Oooh, it's a little cold," she said out loud.

Eriko then scooped up a bit more, this rubbing it onto her stomach and down her thighs.

"Remember the rules. First to cum, wins - loser gets f*cked."

Matt smiled. "Of course I remember," he replied. "Those rules aren't ones you usually forget."

After Eriko poured the lotion Matt knelt down with her. He watched her as she applied the lotion to herself, and while that was a treat, he was also watching for pointers. Matt had never actually done any kind of oil wrestling, and was unsure how to start out. He just did what she did, and started to rub the lotion of himself, over his bare chest and legs. Once he was satisfied, he grinned at Eriko, raising his arms at the ready. "I'm ready to go when you are."

With the lotion oozing down her body and Eriko, down on her knees, she realized - watching her opponent - that this was his first time - his awkward movements, the surprised look on his face - not that this was a bad thing, she thought to herself. Maybe she had a slight advantage with him being new to this type of match - nonetheless, Eriko realized that this was her first match with a guy - and that she really should be cautious.

First, she wanted to find out just how strong her opponent really was - she raised her right arm as an invitation to a test of strength.

"By the way - what's your name?" she asked.