Kawaiis Getting Coffee

Harmony seemed to be pleased by Claire's comment, and only needed an encouraging glance and a nod from Claire before she sat down on the bed, letting her cute little butt sink into the mattress as she got comfortable. She did need more encouragement to divulge what she wanted to gain from their encounter this evening, but when she at last finished describing it—her goals and her feelings—Claire felt that she understood what Harmony was looking for quite well.

She wasn't looking for more talking. Claire was the sort of girl who could talk for hours before finally getting around to taking action, but now she had to check that impulse. Harmony obviously wanted to learn through action. And so action it would be. Claire smiled and nodded. "Okay. I'll teach you everything I know," Claire agreed, before she climbed onto the bed, knee-walking to the center of it, beckoning for Harmony to get up on her knees to join her.

Once they were facing off in the middle of the bed, Claire would give just one more short explanation. "I'm going to try to explain things as they're happening. If we're fighting like kawaiis, then let's avoid closed fist punches. Submission holds, slaps, and grappling are all legal, as are those bully-style tactics." She put her hands up in front of her, wiggling her fingers as she offered Harmony a lock-up to start off their sparring match.

"The test of strength. A classic way to start a fight, no matter what size you are," she said.

Harmony watched Claire through her spectacles. She followed her dutifully with her eyes as she slipped onto the bed and started to walk on her knees to the center of it. Harmony's face lit up with excitement as she pushed up onto her knees. Not used to the springiness of Claire's bed, she sank in just a bit, nearly toppling over! She caught herself on her palms, but it offered Claire a tantalizing look at her backside as she was indecently face-down, ass up. Her panties of plain white clung to her body and presented quite a view as her lower half was pushed towards the other Kawaii.

The former dancer, for her part, was mostly concerned with not toppling off the bed. So much so that she didn't notice the humiliating act she'd just performed. And when she righted herself, she was all smiles.

"Please! Everything!" Harmony echoed Claire's promise and then listened to her like the attentive student she always was. She took note of the rules in her head. The first was especially relieving. No punches. Good.

"Okay Claire! I can't wait any longer to wrestle you! Here I come!" She said enthusiastically as she leaped forward, sliding her fingers inside of Claire's! They locked hands! And their palms kissed! The test of strength was on! Harmony did her best to try to force Claire's back down towards the mattress. She wasn't sure what the goal of this test of strength was, but pinning her to the bed seemed as good as any!

Harmony was meek and rather slender. She wasn't... As weak as she looked! But she had the trained body of a dancer and a gymnast. Lithe, sinewy muscle rather than the bulk that came with a professional fighter. A lifetime of athletics had actually made her rather familiar with moving her body! And if Claire went too soft, she might find herself overpowered by the other Kawaii. Especially since Harmony didn't have the wrestling knowledge necessary to really pull her punches!

Claire couldn't help but enjoy a quick glimpse of Harmony's butt in her tight white panties as she nearly toppled over. For girls their size, the booty was more often than not their single best feature, and that certainly seemed true of Harmony. Claire couldn't help but see a quick flash of those panties flossing in between Harmony's pale butt cheeks in her mind's eye, but she would banish that image for the time being as Harmony moved into position just a few inches in front of her, the two equally-sized kawaiis now facing off in the middle of Claire's queen-sized bed.

The newer girl seemed to gain energy the closer the two underwear-clad kawaiis got, and when Claire invited her to begin, she did so with gusto. She threw herself forward, her hands smacking into Claire's, fingers interlocking, their palms rubbing and quickly generating heat. Harmony hit her with such force to start off that Claire was immediately thrown backward, wobbling and grunting cutely as she tried desperately to avoid collapsing onto her back right away. "Guh...nnh!" she panted, as her back bent almost ninety degrees, with Harmony looming over her, her head eclipsing the light and throwing Claire's face into shadow!

Quickly, Claire began to shove back with all her strength, but her arms trembled terribly, as she was fighting against both Harmony and the force of gravity to try to push them back to an even footing! She had managed to avoid collapse—but at this rate, she had to wonder for how long!

She had to admit that being in her panties made her feel rather unrestricted. In dance, she would often wear a costume. And in gymnastics a leotard. But in this instance, in nothing more than thin cotton unmentionables... She felt free. And it would take her a little while to acknowledge it, but it was in more realms than just her movement. And it would help to explain the blush on her innocent alabaster cheeks as she dove forward!

Claire seemed to be caught off guard by Harmony's vigor. Or perhaps it was the fact that the megane-gaijin had a hidden power to her.

Her eyes lit up, hopeful and a little naive, as Claire began to teeter backward! 'I'm doing it! I'm wrestling!' She thought.

She wasn't. She was muscling forward and pushing her tiny body against Claire's with all of her might! There was no technique. No method to her movement. She was simply charging and attempting to force Claire down to the bed! And when Claire didn't immediately fall over, she would find their body pressed tightly against one another. It was like an exceptionally assertive hug. With handholding. In her underwear.

And Claire could feel the effect it was having on the former dancer through her flimsy cotton bra. Rigid, defiant, and sensitive. "Hnnn." She grunted with effort. But another moment's worth of full-body contact turned her effort into a hot pant across the side of Claire's neck. She was suddenly feeling a little light-headed!

Harmony might have had the raw physical power to surprise Claire. But without any knowledge of grappling or wrestling, she didn't know how to finish the pounce. And worse, she was distracted by a strange tickle in her lower half.

Harmony might not have been using much technique, but there was very little technique to be used in a test of strength. Push harder than the other girl, and for long enough that she did not have an opportunity to rally. Harmony did not seem to be running out of stamina, and so Claire's efforts to force her way back into the test of strength were bearing very little fruit. Slowly, inch by inch, she gained herself a little bit of breathing room, but she paid for every inch in sweat and deep, ragged breaths that washed over the side of Harmony's face and brushed down her neck and over her shoulder blades.

She didn't notice the body contact between the two of them at first—as experienced as she was, it was something that she was used to and could tune out on some level—but it didn't take long before the growing tension pushing outward against Harmony's bra got Claire's attention. And mere seconds later, it got a reaction from Claire's body, a similar stiffening on top of her breasts and warming sensation all down her torso which demonstrated just how receptive Claire's animal brain was to the idea of intimate contact with an adorable girl like her fellow glasses-wearer.

"Haah..." she breathed, as she kept on pushing straight forward, battling against Harmony's techniquely rush with an equally simplistic countermeasure. It was a pure test of muscle, with the girl who had more of it winning and the girl who had less losing! She could twist to the side, throw Harmony down that way, or use the girl's arousal against her, but doing so this early was considered unsportswomanlike, an admission of inferiority, and Claire refused to disrespect Harmony that way, even if she was a rookie. And so, as sweat began to pour down her forehead and moisten her sides underneath her arms, Claire did her best to continue to push Harmony back, inch by hard-won inch...

What had begun as an explosive rush was slowly losing steam! Grace was Harmony's defining physical trait. And in a test of strength, grace offered little value. She had gained some headway through her surprise assault and it almost seemed as though she was going to begin her demonstration on top! But then... She began to decrescendo.

The effort both girls put into the clash was beginning to show on their pale bodies. Harmony's porcelain complexion began to pinken. She began to heat up from effort and sweat. The bedroom's mood lighting reflecting off of the moisture added an appealing sheen to her unmarred skin. Delicate and delicious.

Claire's hot breath sent a shiver down her spine and caused gooseflesh to appear in a wave down her arms. The shudder also drew away from her muscles, and Claire began to force her backward. She could feel Claire's firm, soft breasts as they pressed into hers. She was able to ignore it, to focus on the task at hand. Until she felt the sensation of the other girl's nipples hardening through her undergarments. "Unh~" The struggle caused them to brush against her own and forced a surprised whimper from her lips.

She grunted with effort, but she'd lost her leverage. Her own pushing came off more as aggressively hugging Claire. She was growing tired, and so she leaned her head against Claire's, her chin lightly brushing her shoulder. She wasn't aware she was making them... But the flames of her inexperienced libido were being stoked in secret. Distracting and pulling away from her efforts. Strange tickles and stranger contractions. Parts of her ached that had nothing to do with the muscles currently being stressed... Her cheek was burning hot against Claire's and she made soft, sweet noises in the other girl's ear.

"Nnn~ Mmm~ F-fwah~ Mnf!"

She bit her lip, trembling as her back began to bend. Their hip bones rubbed together as Harmony was slowly but surely being forced into an arch. The fabric of their panties brushed against each other. Harmless. But the more she was forced towards the bed, the more her crotch was presented. And the closer it came to brushing up against Claire's. Harmony had never even been kissed... When and if such indecent contact occurred, her mind would surely be shaken! Even through the thick, girlish cotton.

Harmony, like Claire, was panting and gasping right in the more experienced kawaii's ear. The tingly sensation of hot breath washing over her caused a feedback loop, as it got even more of a response from Claire's body, quickening her breath and stiffening her nipples—which would, in turn, get an even greater response from Harmony. Both of them were nearly to the point of overheating, between those autonomic reactions and the strain of the test of strength. But now, at last, Claire had managed to push back to an even footing with her opponent, and then began to gain the advantage over her rookie friend as she pushed her back toward the mattress.

"Nnngh...fffnn...rrgh..." Claire panted, the sounds she made growing louder as she exerted more and more effort, trying to win the race against her own exhaustion. She wanted to put Harmony flat on her back, if only for academic purposes. It was important to her to know where Harmony stood, and where she herself stood, in terms of raw strength.

"Mnf. Guh!" Though sweat made it difficult to keep her hold, Claire knew the time to make her move was now. Rising up on her knees, she would thrust her whole body against Harmony's, trying to use her weight to flatten Harmony and come down on top of her, pressed together chest to chest, belly to belly, and crotch to crotch!