Let's try again, Cowboy

The cowgirl, grinning the entire time, held Clyde firmly in place while he squirmed, looking for any chance at freedom. Even without having too tight a grip on him, he still seemed to be struggling. If she knew it would be this easy to keep him locked up, she'd have done it sooner, just to mess with him!

Kendra's grin faded, however, when Clyde's hands found her chest. She felt her face go crimson. Even though he wasn't really grabbing her breasts, his hands between them was still way too close for comfort. Why did this keep happening?!

She considered letting him go, just so she could get away from the touch. Then she remembered how she slapped him. It created tension that she really didn't want. And at the same time... his touch didn't feel unpleasant.

Not that it mattered. Unable to focus on the hold, Kendra's grip slackened just enough, allowing Clyde just enough wiggle room to get out of he took advantage.

Clyde was pushing at Kendra's chest, not really noticing her bust at first, not that it was small, but seeing as he couldn't see and his palm was more between her bust, closer to her breast bone, he didn't notice until his hand moves down a bit and he got a handful of her breast, his hand partly squeezing until he realized what he was gripping, making him release her instantly. Clyde's face went red as his eyes shot wide as he hastily began trying to pull his head from her now slacked grip,

His head popped out of her arm and he sat up, gasping, looking at Kendra with a clearly embarrassed expression. "...Uh... Sorry 'bout that... I wasn't tryin' ta... Uh.... Woops." He apologized, half expecting her to slap him again, she had a habit of flipping on him when he accidentally got 'close' to her. Giving her a nervous little smile as he tried to express his innocence .

As if Kendra wasn't already having a hard enough time keeping her cool, as Clyde tried pushing off and away from her, his hand found it's way to her breast. That was it. That was all it took for the cowgirl to loosen her grip completely. Clyde got out of the hold, and as soon as he was off of her, she scooted back a bit, her arms crossing over her chest and face red as an apple.

Kendra wanted to yell at him, hit him again even. But it had to have been an accident. He was just trying to get out of the hold was all... She listened to him apologize, glancing over at him just enough to see that silly smile. Kendra, despite her embarrassment, and desire to smack him, smiled despite herself.

"It's alright... I'll uh... let it go... this time," she responded, trying to hide the fact that her face was still red.

Clyde sat Indian style in front of Kendra and scratched his cheek with his index finger while frowning at the mat, displeased with the awkward situation and trying to find something to say.

"Ya know... Uh..." Clyde paused. "Stuff that might happen in Tension... I tell ya, one time I went to try and help Makie Akumatsu up ta' her feet, she turned around and I accidentally copped a feel, she screamed and her brother at ringside came in and whopped me with a chair!" He exclaimed with a grin.

"...It was a misunderstandin'." And he laughed about it.

Kendra, despite being more than a little flustered, was smiling by the end of Clyde's story. He really didn't have very good luck it seemed. But he did have a point. This was a league where her main opponent's would be men. And there was always a cance that they'd... cop a feel as he put it. She'd have to accept that eventually.

"I know it was... I'm sorry fer freakin' out." She shot him an understanding smile, which slowly melted into a sly grin. "But let's not let this get in the way of our spar, again. I'm still gonna kick the tar outta ya."