After A Spar: Momoko, Yatori and Sasha

And a comparison it was. Momoko had a deceptively soft-looking body more fitting on a soft core porn actress rather than a sumo wrestler. In contrast, Yatori was outwardly leaner and tougher looking, thought still very feminine. And the Mafiosi lacked her best friend's modesty or Sasha's issues, enhancing her already striking presence.

"You are," Momoko was assuring Sasha with the most trustful look she could summon. "I trust you completely. Please believe me, Sasha-san."

"Believe Momo-chan," Yatori agreed. "Or rather, believe more in yourself. You're actually shyer than her in some ways. We need to work on that," she established, wordlessly offering something.

Momoko sighed. She knew it would end up like this. Yatori just could not be repressed.

Sasha, much smarter then she considered her self, understood well what Yatori brought up toward Momoko and couldn't help but grin, even though this grin was acompinied by a slight blush on her cheecks.
She bumped the side of her somewhat firm hip into Yatori's side, saying:"Yatori, maybe you misundetstand Momoko's shyness as unpolite but it is mordesty..or somethink like that...but Momoko..you are not only a great wrestler but also hot"
Sasha added the last part with a blink and tried to let it sound..well...casual.

Anyway, for a soldier brat like Sasha, nidity and sex where different things. She just hoped that neither one of her two new friends would mind that compliment.

Momoko's face flamed at Sasha's praise of her body. "Ah... a-arigatou, Sasha-san," she stuttered, clearly pleased but also highly embarrassed. "I'm really... honored..."

Yatori's grin took on a challenging, though friendly, shade. "Hora," she giggled as she made to return Sasha's hip bump. "You made Momo-chan blush. I'm going to have to defend her, you know."

"I-I can defend myself well enough, Yatori-san," Momoko weakly protested.

"Not this way, you can't," Yatori teased.

Sasha smiled, a bit suprised, looking right at Yatori.She crossed her arms in front of her flat chest and threw a short, challenging grin at her, asking:"Why do you have to defend her...and how?"

Sasha's voice had a teasing tone.

"Because," Yatori snickered, "Momo-chan can't fight while she's nude." Momoko's deepening blush verified that. "I, however," Yatori stated, "Can. So I'll be her proxy and avenge her honor for her."

"Yatori," Momoko muttered, dropping the polite suffix out of tired exasperation, "Why do you have to challenge every friend of yours to a hentai match?"

"I said nothing about a hentai match," Yatori cheerily pointed out. She winked at Sasha. "But I would like to wrestle you nude here, Sasha. I haven't wrestled in the shower yet." A sudden pause on her part prompted: "Okay, maybe I have. Or was that just sex?"

Momoko rolled her eyes as if to say It's always sex....

"Anyway," Yatori continued, "No striking, no submissions, pin to win. And wouldn't you just like to get your hands on me?" She clasped her hands behind her head and arched a little for a deliberately sexy pose.

Sasha blushed a bit deeper now, but even bigger then her shyness was her unability to ignore any challenge, still she felt her tongue building a knot as she answered:"I..ahh..Iahhh..uhh.ehh..I..me...we....Of course I dare to wrestle you!"

The russian teen dropped to a fighting stance, a low crouch, arms held forth, circling.She looked at Yatori, cheecks still red and said:"I am ready..hope you don't mind Momoko"

"Good, good!" Yatori approved. She matched Sasha's pose and movement. "We'll see how good you are..."

Momoko's extended exhalation suggested long suffering on her part. "Go ahead, Sasha-san," she sighed. "It's not like I can stop you. I'll... referee your match..."

"Ooh, ignoring me?" Yatori chirped. "I'll make you cum in front of Momo-chan for that." She feinted a grab aimed at Sasha's sex as the punchline to her tease.

Sasha let out a slightly childish and suprisingly girlish:"Yiiek", at the motion of Yatori's hand. She slipped back, putting her left foot ackwarda good bit off and eltting her hands rush forth, leaning forward with a short turn of her shoulders as she tried to grab Yatori's left ankle in a firm grip.

"Not suuu quick..leddd us see if you can do that on one leg to naughty girrrl" Sasha hissed, pulling back.

Yatori hopped back, avoiding Sasha's grab for her ankle. "Ah, ah," she teased. "I could... but not right now..."

She held her right palm out, urging Sasha to lock up with her in a test of strength that she planned to turn naughty. If the Russian girl accepted the lock up, Yatori would eagerly make to press her lush front against Sasha's boyishly cute (in Yatori';s mind) bod, thinking to put Sasha's modesty and sexual capacity to the test with a soft front rub using her breasts and sex...

Meanwhile, Momoko sighed, shrugged, and just tried to enjoy the show.

Sasha always eager to accept any challenge and underestimating the grade of Yatori's "naughtyness", locked up with her. She pressed on the left a bit harder then she did on the right side. For a girl of her small build and age she was quite strong but neverthless Yatori managed to slip close enough.
As she wiggled and rubbed her full breasts over Sasha's firm bumbs it made Sasha take a deep breath followed by a short gasp.
Sasha gave her small square hip a short skip only managing to rubb her own groin over the side of Yatori's leg.
Then , with a short turn of her left foot and a sudden shift of weight, she tried to bump her crotch into Yatori's, blushing a bit as she tried to bring her new friend out of balance.