No More Fooling Around (Complete)

Matt was confused and relieved when she released his arm, but wasn't as happy when she tripped him on to his back. She kept tossing him around like a rag doll.

"Why you-" He blinked when she pinned his shoulders down with his knees, and gave him yet another full look at her underwear. He face flushed, and he thrashed about to try to get her off him.

Caitlin chuckled as he started to say somethingm then started to squirm. "Were you going to finish that?" She asked teasingly, trying to stay on top of him, but she just couldn't find the balance. So instead she twisted around on him, laying along his body with her rear in his face, her legs pinning his arms down and pinning down his legs with her arms. "1!" She would count if she felt both shoulders down.

Matt was so focused on not looking at her panties that he didn't notice the change of position, and now he had an even better look at her unmentionables. He would try thrashing some more, but it probably wouldn't get him anywhere. She knew his weakness. Maybe he could find her's.

"You're heavy enough without your big butt in my face!" he blurted out.

Caitlin gasped at that taunt, and growled at her before she slapped him hard in the balls and got off him. "Jerk!"

Matt winced painfully from the sudden attack. Well, he had found her weakness, and it had got her off him, just not gently. If Caitlin could use her body to distract him, he could use his big mouth against her. He felt bad for saying it, and would apologize later, after winning the match.

He would quickly through his legs out to trap hers, and much like what she did before, would twist them so she fell on her front. After that he would mount her back. Unfortunately the pain in his balls made his walk stumble and he may not pin her in time.

Caitlin growled when she was taken down and started trying to kick him off. "Get off me! Get. off. me!" She snapped, not happy with him, nor wanting to fight with him now.

She was angry, that much Matt could see. So he got off her immediately. "I-I'm sorry!" he stammered. "I didn't know you were that sensitive. And I didn't mean it. It's just....you almost had me! I was frustrated and it just came out."

Caitlin was already off the mat and walking away, then heard him and frowned. "Don't EVER say anything like that again, ok?" She said, starting to turn around and walk back towards the mat.

Matt was surprised. He didn't expect her to come back after what he said. "Alright, but try to understand," he began. "It's just....I've never been more flustered wrestling a girl before. I've wrestled others but there's something about you." He held out his hand and smiled. "What say we start over?"

Caitlin looked at him for a moment, blinking when he said there was something different about her. She started to take his hand, then grinned mischeviously as she moved to sweep her legs out from under him and leap over him while he was in the air, hoping to land above him and fold him up in a matchbook pin!