Rivales con Beneficios

Carmen had made quite a few friends since she came to Japan. Good people. Great fighters. It had been a roller coaster ride with some of them, but she treasured the time they'd had, and she could honestly say that coming to Japan had been one of the best ideas she'd ever made. It wasn't Puerto Rico. It wasn't home. But, over the past year, it had slowly worked its way up in her heart, and it was only going to to get better.

There was one person who held a special place in Carmen's heart, though, and it was high time she and that person had a little quality time: Lorenza Saldano. And what better event to do that with than the show of all shows: Avalanche!

Since she was an AFW employee, she got free access to the PPVs, and she decided that saving fifty dollars was definitely something worth celebrating. Carmen was never the party girl and she didn't want to be, so there wasn't a big party for them to attend. For her, all she needed was an evening with a friend and a bowl of popcorn between them.

Carmen had made sure everything was ready to receive her friend. The house was cleaned to a bright shine, swept all over and vacuumed to inch for inch. She'd taken care to make sure they wouldn't have any interruptions from her younger sibling, so this ladies' night was guaranteed to stay as a ladies' night. Her bedroom, filled with dark red colors for a haunting effect, had the 50" screen television set up and ready to go. And her bed was perfect for the two brawling sisters to lay down on. Plush and comfy, with a half-dozen pillows between them to share. A queen-sized bed fit for the two queens.

It had been a good PPV so far, and from the sound of things, Carmen was going to get her money's worth - or, at least, she would have if she were paying. The Dark Match with Avery and Eka got her blood boiling, and the hentai title match made sure it stayed that way. The strange Santa's workshop match had been entertaining, at least, and it managed to tide her over until the upcoming match, one she was looking forward to - seeing Fallon Terrazas take on Natalia the Dream.

Carmen laid on the bed with her bare legs outstretched towards, lounging like a lazy jungle cat. The great thing with Lorenza was that she didn't have a problem being casual around her - with most people, she might have felt a little uneasy wearing nothing but her shorts and a loose, black A-shirt. With Lorenza, though, there was nothing but comfort. They were sisters. Hermanas.

"Okay, you're the Friction girl, here. Give me your expert opinion." Carmen dipped her hand into the half-full bowl of light popcorn between them and took out a handful. "Think Fallon can take this one?"

Lorenza had never had many friends. As a child, she was violent, a nasty little girl who pushed most other girls away and beat to a pulp the ones who stood their ground. Once she moved to the United States, there was a language barrier to deal with, and the rather strict expectations set for her by her uncle. As an adult…well, there were people who she could tolerate interacting with, but not really a true friend.

She was happy, very happy, to be able to call Carmen Rodriguez the first true friend she’d ever had. The two of them had the same interests, worked in the same field, and had similar cultural heritage. Ever since they had both joined AFW and had started fighting each other again, they had been very close. Tonight, it was just the two of them, lounging around and watching sexy ladies fight it out and, occasionally, sex each other up.

The hentai title match had been an incredible spectacle, and it had made Lorenza more than a little hot and bothered. Now, there was another match on, between two sexy girls in clothing far too skimpy to keep them at a comfortable temperature in that cold. Even on television, their hard nipples were poking very obviously through their sweater tops. Their naked bellies were both taking a beating, and, of course, Lorenza appreciated that. Where the hentai match had gotten her hot and bothered, this one was now riling Lorenza up a little. She fidgeted around on the bed a bit to settle herself into a more comfortable position, rubbing shoulders with Carmen as she did so. Lorenza was wearing some comfortable shorts and an old Houston Oilers T-shirt she had gotten from a flea market back in Amarillo.

“Well, she’s got a hard body. Nice, tight abs. They can probably take a lot of punishment, eh?” Lorenza would reply. “But Natalia is a hentai wrestler. She might stick her tongue in Fallon’s belly button, rub her a little, and then, you know, who knows?”

Lorenza wasn't the only one on the bed who was shaking the popcorn. The match was having a fair effect on Carmen, too.

The hentai title match was hardly the first time Carmen had ever seen two women going at it on screen. During her teenage years, she'd made more than a few substantial contributions to the Puerto Rican porn industry. The was a decade or so ago, back when she was first coming to terms with her sexuality and the fact that she'd been born in a country where simply having sex with another woman was, at the time, illegal. It wasn't exactly a proud aspect of her life, but she was a growing girl with needs that were rarely met. She had to do something for relief.

Still, as used to it as she was, there was still something a little odd about watching it live in front of an audience. And especially weird about having a friend over to do it. Mostly because she wasn't as free to get that relief when Lorenza was sitting there.

She was getting past it, though, even if it was making her a bit squirmy. The occasional rub with Lorenza's shoulders helped ease the tension. "Really? You think? The last time a girl tried to do anything with my button, it just made me giggle." She glanced away to Lorenza for a moment, only to look back and see Fallon on top of the Dream, wiggling her butt about. "Uh-oh, she's going for the facesit!" Carmen propped up on her elbows, making sure she had the best view. While it wasn't a move she'd ever use, she'd had a fun little time with a girl named Akino at the dungeon a few weeks back. She'd taken on a whole new respect for it, since then.

Lorenza was still feeling pretty hot after the hentai match. With a match that seemed to promise at least plenty of eye candy, if not outright fucking, it would have been difficult to come down from that high. She fidgeted a little more, bumping into Carmen a little again as she tried to find the comfiest place to rest her head. She sighed and reached for the popcorn.

If she hadn’t been hanging out with Carmen, Lorenza would have been able to do something about that nagging feeling in her nether regions. She could have taken care of things quickly and then been able to watch from a more technical perspective, a fighter’s perspective.

But, with matches like the ones AFW puts on, it was difficult to watch from anything besides a lesbian perspective when you’d only had sex a couple of times in the last year.

Carmen’s excitement as Fallon went for a facesit made Lorenza chuckle a little. She, too, would shift herself up and put her head in her hands to get a better view. The cameras zoomed in, showing the expression of the Dream as she realized what was about to happen, and showing the happy wiggling of Fallon’s ass as it descended triumphantly—if the movement of a butt could really convey that specific a flavor of emotion—onto her opponent’s face. “Oh, the facesit!” Lorenza would say. “If she gets Natalia’s arms pinned, she’s got her. Make her pass out while she’s getting her belly pounded.”

And bumping. And bumping. And more bumping. Carmen was not stranger to having her body rub against Lorenza - in fact, it was safe to say she'd had more physical with her that any other woman she hadn't had sex with. But it was a little odd that they would be bumping so much when there was so much space available, and that they were both so damn twitch all of the sudden.

Or maybe it wasn't odd at all. Maybe they were both having the same problem. That was an interesting thought, and it was nice to know she didn't suffer alone. They would both need bathroom breaks in a few minutes.

She reached for some more popcorn as Lorenza did the same, and had an awkward moment were she grabbed her hermana's wrist instead. "Sorry, sorry." Carmen flicked her hands away and stole a few kernals before she could retaliate. She decided to just give up and officially lean her shoulder against Lorenza's. Maybe it would get them to both settle down.

"I can see you've put a lot of thought into this." She narrowed her eyes and looked at Lorenza from the side with a devilish smirk. "Been researching? Contemplating a run at the hentai belt, maybe?" She nodded her head towards the screen as Natalia began to struggle, desperately searching for air in the seal that was Fallon's ass. "You ever tried one of those before?"

It occurred to Carmen that, one year ago, she would never have considered having this conversation with anyone.

Lorenza noticed that, as they bumped together, Carmen seemed to be fidgeting a little more than she would be if she were just trying to settle comfortably into the bed, as well. The Mexican boxer wondered if Carmen was having the same problem that she was. That would be something—two lesbian friends, both turned on by lesbian wrestling on Pay-Per-View, going to the bathroom to molest themselves and pretend to each other like nothing was amiss.

Lorenza reached for the popcorn, and her hand ended up running into Carmen’s. “Oh, sorry, sorry,” she would say to her hermana. Carmen tilted to the side and leaned her shoulder into Lorenza’s more forcefully. The body contact was nice, but it didn’t exactly do anything to bring Lorenza down from her state of arousal.

When Carmen started teasing her, Lorenza would scoff and roll her eyes. As for the question about facesitting…

“No, never have. Looks hot, though,” she would say. She would look back at Carmen with a similar devilish smirk. “Why, mi hermana? Think I’ve got an ass made for facesitting? You want me to sit on your face, don’t you? That can probably be arranged…” She would laugh and bump her shoulder hard into the Puerto Rican’s.

Carmen kept up her smile, but she was a little sad to know that Lorenza didn't seem to have any interest in the more steamy side of the AFW. She kept up with her rival's matches, every single one. They were good, quality fights, thrilling from start to finish. But she would've paid top dollar to see the blue bomber in a hentai match. Maybe with Akashi or Azami or even the champion. Not that she would ever let Lorenza know it.

"I can think of worse places to be." Carmen let a little more of her arousal slip out of that comment than she would have liked, but it was too late to take back. Lorenza did have an amazing ass - toned, firm, perfectly curved and well-rounded. The sort of rump that seemed tailor-made to be grabbed, and the thought of having her friendliest rival on top, smothering her while she sat there in all her haughty glory...

Hot. Carmen couldn't lie to herself.

"You probably wouldn't even know how to do it right, though." She leaned back on Lorenza's shoulders and let their heads lay against each other. "I have to bring you to the dungeon, sometime. Could introduce you to some girls that would love to let you get your hands all over them. And you'd rock leather."

“Claro, you better hope you can think of worse places to be! No one ever disrespects a Mexican’s ass and gets away without a black eye, hermana,” Lorenza would say, laughing like a much younger girl as she would sock Carmen playfully in the shoulder.

She pondered what Carmen said for a moment. The way she said it…well, it almost sounded like Carmen really did want to be under Lorenza’s naked ass. The Mexican boxer supposed that she couldn’t blame her hermana. And just because it involved an ass on a face didn’t mean a facesit was inherently sexual. But that implication might have been there. In Spanish, Lorenza probably could have picked it up for sure.

Obviously, Carmen was suffering from the same problem she was, and was in need of relief, probably soon. Lorenza’s heart went out to her hermana. Keeping herself cool and relaxed was difficult while they were watching something like this.

“How hard can it be to facesit, huh? Pull down my shorts and give you a kiss with my culo!” Lorenza would say with a snort. She would back off the teasing and the derision, though, when Carmen mentioned the dungeon. “Now, that sounds like some fun. Is that where you learn it, hermana? You sound like you have some experiencing getting your face sat on. Or are you the one doing the sitting?”

Carmen let out a long, exaggerated and exasperated sigh, while she rubbed the spot where Lorenza hit. Not that it hurt all that much, but with a fist like hers, a little sting was unavoidable. "Spoken like a true novice. There's doing something and then there's doing something well, hermana. Anyone can sit on a face, but the best dommes make it a game. Think about it."

This was a very good chance for Carmen to have a more enjoyable experience with Lorenza's body than usual, and she eagerly took it. She let her alluring gaze run down until it came to her rival's toned ass. She reached down and placed a hand on it from the side, giving it a firm squeeze through her shorts. "You're sitting over your slave, your ass is hovering above her face. You don't just plop down - you do it slowly. You build suspense. You let the shadows creep it, give her face time to properly mold against your flesh, until your covering all over. You can feel her struggling for breath underneath you. You look over your shoulders and see panicked eyes staring back. But you don't simply sit there - you have to be active. You can move, grind her a little, bouce, let her fight. The whole time, you're controlling her breath. You decide when she can take air, how long and how much. Total dominance."

Carmen indulged in the moment and let her hands wander southward, feeling some of Lorenza's thighs, before she let the moment pass and fell back. She stared up at the ceiling and rubbed her legs together, no long caring to really hide how hot she was. No real point. "It's an amazing experience. It can be, anyway. And yes," She gave Lorenza an elbow in the side. "I'm familiar with it. On both sides, mostly on top. Purgatory's chock full of submissives looking for someone to dominate them, I fit the bill, so I get the pick of the litter. It's nice. Come along sometime, we could share a sub."

Lorenza was going to make another joke, asking for Carmen to school her about the art of sitting on another girl’s face. Surprisingly, before she could make the joke, her Puerto Rican sister-in-arms starting explaining it of her own accord. Lorenza waited to interject with something funny, but, the longer Carmen spoke, the less Lorenza wanted to crack jokes, and the hotter she got. Lorenza had never really thought about how a facesit could be…well, the way Carmen told it, it sounded positively epic.

“Mmm…wow,” Lorenza would say, smirking and humming as she felt a hand on her butt, squeezing, groping. She had to resist the temptation to move her own hand in between her legs and start rubbing. She shifted around awkwardly, rubbing her thighs together, flexing the muscles down there, trying to get herself a little bit of relief.

“You make it sound like…like almost a religious experience, or something. Total dominance for the top. And something terrifying and thrilling for the bottom…” She would chew on that for a while, and groan as Carmen elbowed her. Soon, though, a smile slowly spread across her face. “So, you say you’re usually a top…but the way you’re talking about my ass, it sounds like you would really want to sub for me, eh, Carmen? You want to be a good little subbie for this queen? Plant a kiss on my culo?” She would laugh and growl at Carmen like an actual tigress.