The Basement Bash - Blossom Fields vs. Nakamoto Chiharu

Blossom relaxed in the afterglow, closing her eyes as if she were about to fall into a deep sleep. She frankly felt like she could. Heck, maybe she already had and she just didn't know it yet. This did feel like a dream, after all.

If this was a race, Blossom reached the finish line first, and Chiharu came in at a close second. Blossom couldn't be sure if that was just a coincidence - Chiharu was so in control that she wouldn't be surprised to learn that the temptress had just been holding back, saving the orgasm for the last possible moment. Whatever the case, Blossom appreciated it - she had the presence of mind to enjoy Chiharu as she melt on top, her juices slipping about and mingling with Blossom's, so much sweat between them.

She couldn't help but have a lewd giggle. "I guess that means you win - 3 to 2?" 3 to 1 would be more accurate, really, since Blossom was pretty sure Chiharu's last orgasm didn't count towards any score. Still, she liked it better the way she said it

Chiharu did not wait very long after bringing her smaller American friend to orgasm before she would cum again herself, her pussy juices churning and coating Blossomâ€s sex. She would slump down a little bit over the body of her opponent, panting, recovering after that second orgasm. Technically, she had won three falls to one. But, really, Blossom had made her cum twice. The smaller wrestler had been very impressive, especially since this was her first time in a hentai match—or in any sexual situation at all, apparently.

The Japanese beautyâ€s whole body relaxed, and she would enjoy her time on top of Blossom, feeling the American relaxing, as well, recovering. Chiharu wouldnâ€t say anything before Blossom spoke, summarizing the match. Chiharu smiled and reached down to pat her erstwhile opponent on the head. “Yep. Itâ€s been really fun, Blossom-chan. You were amazing,” Chiharu said wistfully, before rolling off of Blossom to let the American have a little space.

"And you were beyond amazing." Blossom had been a little worried about joining the AFW - it could be an intimidating place, sometimes. Lots of wrestlers with lots of experience, so many things to learn and situations she didn't understand. But it was good to know that some people were willing to be patient with her, at least, and make the experience as personable as possible while she acclimated. She could hardly ask for more. "Thank you."

Blossom didn't want to stay in Chiharu's hair for too long, since the seductress likely had things - or people - to do. She put her clothes back on, shimmying into her sweat-soaked garments, and made her way back up the stairs, stopping only to give Chiharu one, final look. "Rematch sometime?"

“Youâ€re too kind, Blossom-chan,” Chiharu replied, laying back on the floor, putting her arms behind her head, basking in the afterglow. Not only had it been a victory, it had been a damn good fuck, too. Blossom was a lovely girl, and Chiharu wouldnâ€t mind seeing her again sometime. Clothed or naked.

Blossom got dressed quickly after Chiharu let her up, and, just like that, the American was on the steps, heading upstairs, out of the dungeon, and out of Chiharuâ€s house. They probably wouldnâ€t see each other again for a little while. Chiharu would quickly scramble to her feet, and would walk over to Blossom, smiling and rubbing the girlâ€s shoulder familiarly. “Of course, Blossom-chan. Come back here whenever youâ€d like. Iâ€ll be waiting.” She chuckled. “Maybe Iâ€ll see you around AFW, too. It would be nice to hang out with clothes on, too!”