Keep It On the Down Low...

Aisha couldn't help but crack a smile, as her feet played a little music on Tiffany's tight body. Been far too long since she'd gotten a good kick in. "Down you go!"

Sure enough, the towering Texan toppled before the words had even fully left Aisha's lips. Now it was her turn to stare up at the dull ceiling lights, and the Dancing Sistah knew what that meant. She immediately moved over Tiffany's luscious body, straddled her waist, and...

And...

And...

It was at that moment where Aisha realized she had absolutely no idea what to do, here. Granted, she had some vague notions. She liked the way her thighs rubbed against Tiffany's sides. She liked the way their heat met and mingled between them. She could think of a few things she wanted to try. Fantasies. But she felt like a child sitting behind the wheel of a car for the first time - sure, she wanted to drive, but wanting to do something and actually doing it could be two wildly different things.

There was a moment of hesitation, before Aisha decided to just throw it all to the wind. There was sure as hell one thing she knew how to do in this situation, and that's what she went for. She dropped down, laid her body along Tiffany's, and took her mouth in a fierce, fiery and fumbling kiss. Thighs against thighs, breasts against breasts, lips against lips.

Still staggered and dazed from the blow Aisha had dealt to the side of her head, Tiffany managed brief grunt of protest as the other woman settled her weight the Texan's middle. Now, here was where Aisha would begin a pummeling of her exposed head and face.

Or at least, so Tiffany thought.

Instead, Aisha forced her lips on the blonde's, her body pressing against Tiffany's. It was artless, to be sure, but what it lacked in technique it made up for with passion and enthusiasm. Stunned by more than the hit she took, the cowgirl's mouth yielded ground, letting Aisha's tongue explore within. She gave a moan into the kiss, the blonde's hands roaming down the former Rose's back until they found the cheeks of her ass. She gave them a firm squeeze, as some sort of reason worked it's way into her head, suggesting she try to stall Aisha so Tiffany might shake off the lingering daze from the Dancing Sista's lively feet...

Judging from the sounds she made and the way she moved, Tiffany was surprised. Well, she wasn't the only one.

It was amazing. That was the first word that popped in Aisha's head, and she would've thought of something more poetic if she wasn't so wrapped up in the experience. Her tongue suddenly had a mind all its own, and it was totally focused on exploring and savoring every inch of the cowgirl's mouth. Dipping in, swirling around, prodding and sucking away. She was unrefined at first, but she thought she got better as time went on. She moved slower. More deliberate. Got more comfortable.

The rest of her body got in on the action as well, as she started a slow grind and built up friction between their mounds. Back and forth, back and forth, harder and harder, faster and faster. Aisha's passion began to run away with her, but she couldn't be bothered to care or even give it cogent thought. It was all about the moment.

She let out a soft whimper as Tiffany squeezed her cheeks. She liked it. She wanted to love it. "Is that as hard as you can go?" She spoke in between a kiss, then dived right back in.

Tiffany was forced to admit, Aisha was a quick study when it came to making out with another woman. She moaned as the body pressing against her began to move, hips moving in time with Aisha's. The cowgirl could feel her arousal starting to build, a slow heat that began to spread through her body. But, she had more experience in focusing her thoughts past the rising tide of lust, and had enough awareness to guess that Aisha might be forgetting about the match at hand....

Her tongue swirled around the Rose's exploring tongue as Tiffany went with her instincts, before Aisha pulled her lips away long enough to speak to her. As she began kissing Tiffany again, she would feel the blonde's lips curve in a smile before her legs went to try and entrap Aisha's waist, crossing at the small of her back. Tiffany began to bear down with her legs, looking to squeeze away at her opponent's waist with a scissor hold.

"Oh, darlin' don't you worry, I'm about to leave you breathless!" Tiffany declared before taking a deep breath, while a hand went to hold the back of Aisha's head. Then she would lock lips with Aisha again, her kiss sending her tongue to invade the dark skinned woman's mouth while her legs bore down on her opponent's midsection. Between the deep kiss, and her leg scissors, it seemed Tiffany planned to make good on her sensual threat by attempting to limit Aisha's air intake!

Aisha was drowning in a sea of lust, and it felt amazing.

The feeling was hard to put into words. It was like Tiffany's body was more than just a body. It was this all-encompassing, engulfing, powerful thing that dominated Aisha's senses and invaded her body. As if the battle wasn't just physical - it was emotional, it was mental, it was sexual. It registered on every level.

Overwhelming? That was too simple of a way to put it. Aisha was caught up in the waves, so much so that she didn't notice things that she should have. Like the steadily increasing pressure around her waist...

By the time it really registered, it was already far too late. She was caught in the snare, pulled in tight, and all she could do was squirm - which, of course, just made things worse. More friction. More rubbing. More heat. Every inch of their skin that touched was like electricity, and it was hard to fight against the sensation. There was a part of her that desperately wanted to give in, and it kept getting louder with every squeeze and every shake and every moan and every swirl of Tiffany's delectable tongue.

Aisha tried to pull away from Tiffany's lips, managing to get a few inches away. Close enough that their lips brushed with every word, her hot breath pouring out and getting sucked back in."Not...that...easy."

Aisha's face pulled away from hers. Not a lot, mind you. Their lips were still touching, and Tiffany could feel the other woman's breath against her own. But it was enough to put a dampener on the cowgirl's loose strategy of depriving Aisha of air.

"Mm, if it were easy....it wouldn't be worth doin'..." Tiffany breathed back.

She continued to use her legs to squeeze away at Aisha's midsection, the cowgirl's hips rolling against the dancer's sinuously as Tiffany eyes gazed up into her opponent's, an eyebrow raised that was part challenge, part question.

What now? the gesture seemed to say....

Aisha could breathe again. That didn't do anything to assuage the growing pain in her midsection while her ribs were crushed into fine powder, but it was certainly a step in the right direction. Now, she just had to get those killer thighs to separate, figure out some way to get to her feet, and learn how to not have her blossoming sexuality used against her by a woman with experience in a wrestling company that specialized in sex-themed matches.

Easy.

She had some ideas on the first part, at least. Tiffany had a good position, but she'd made a crucial mistake: Aisha's arms were free. Those were her best weapons, and now that her mind was starting to clear a bit from its lust-filled hazed, she could remember that. She immediately went to work and threw sharp hooks into Tiffany's side with both fists, ramming them in quick succession. She couldn't get too much power from them at this angle, but having easy targets could go a long way. Her eyes narrowed and a wicked smile came over her face.

This now. the gesture seemed to say.

Tiffany's cocky facial expression faded as Aisha smiled down at her. She just knew that couldn't mean anything good. Well, for her at least.

As the first of punches landed, the cowgirl's eyes flew wide open in surprise and pain. That blow was followed another, and another. The awkward position took away a fair amount of Aisha's striking power, but Tiffany knew that eventually the body blows would cause some lasting damage. Quickly, the Texan released her body scissors, while removing the hand at Aisha's rear. Although she had an awkward angle as well, Tiffany would lash out with a clubbing punch at the side of Aisha's head, trying to rattle her enough so that the blonde could then push the brawler off of her....

Striking like this wasn't the most effective way to win, losing a lot her power because of the position, but Aisha was hardly deterred by that. If she kept hammering away, TIffany would either give up on the hold and ease up, she'd break something, or the cowgirl would succeed and squeeze her into oblivion. She was willing to bet on one of the first two.

From the looks of things, Tiffany had similar feelings. She eased up on the bodyscissors - which Aisha wouldn't miss - stopped gropping her ass - which Aisha would miss - and gave the diva a quick but quaking punch upside the head. She grunted at the impact and rolled off, ending their little adventure on the mat. For now.

Aisha tumbled for a few turns, made her way to the ropes, and reached up, grabbing hold of the middle. She started to pull herself back to her feet with wobbly legs, as the lusting heat in her body began to fade. She doubted it would go away completely anytime soon.

She looked back at Tiffany with a wild glint in her eye. That had been a crazy little exchange, but at least she hadn't melted to jelly like the first time. She was starting to hit her stride. Maybe she could come out on top with this little spar. Maybe. "How'm I doing so far, teach?"

Tiffany got to her feet warily, a hand rubbing her side gingerly. Although she didn't really need one, the blows served as a reminder that Aisha could do serious damage if left unchecked. Still, as hard as they were, the punches were nowhere near as bad as they were when Aisha was throwing from a standing position. It seemed grappling and restraining the other woman was still the best way of dealing with her. Although, the Dancing Diva seemed to be adapting to the more....sensual aspect of these sort of matches fairly well, actually taking the lead and kissing the dazed Texan....

"Hmm, not bad, not bad." she replied to Aisha, who had used the ropes to regain her standing position. "But you still have much to learn, grasshopper."

With that, Tiff took a step forward, then another, closing ground on Aisha. Once she drew within close range, the cowgirl would crouch low and lunge forward, attempting to lock her arms around Aisha's waist wanting to pull her close into a bearhug!