Iron Abs Sleepover

Kyoko didn't seem to want Fallon to respect her too much to lose to her, which struck Fallon as kind of silly! Kyoko wasn't admitting the very, very real possibility that she was going to lose to Fallon in their next match, either! Fallon was trying to be conciliatory, but Kyoko, while she was talking kind of funny, did seem as stubborn as ever...

Kyoko didn't just talk differently than usual. After Fallon got up, wiggling her hips challengingly, the Japanese girl wasted no time in jumping up, grabbing a remote, and, in just a couple of clicks, turning the lights down low and turning on some sultry, pulsating, throbbing music! Fallon couldn't believe typically tightened-up Kyoko was ready to get this crazy—but they would see just how long Kyoko could last!

"Just a little bit hotter, huh?" Fallon asked, as Kyoko stepped up to her and Fallon gladly shoved into her friend, their bellies gluing together, their foreheads restoring contact, their lips a hair's breadth apart. "That's funny. You feel more like a cold fish to me! Come on..." Fallon would begin moving her belly to the rhythm: one, two, one-two-three. With each move she arched her back and thrust her abs tight against Kyoko's, trying to turn Kyoko's belly concave, the friction warming their bellies up already.

"Let's dance, Kiki."

Kyoko didn't back down, pressing her belly against Fallon's, the two of them gluing themselves together as the lights turned down low and the bass kicked in. The sexual energy was intense, enough so that Fallon was sure Kyoko must be feeling it the same as she was. Their bellies generated friction, which generated sweat, which helped to lubricate the sliding motions both of them undertook, as they ground their abs hard up and across each other.

Fallon pushed her face into Kyoko's, nose to nose, their busts squishing together, too. The apartment's air conditioning was running, but things felt extremely hot in the small one foot square box that both belly fetishists currently occupied. "Psssh, you know I've got real belly dancing training, right? This is like a personal, professional show, just for you," Fallon teased, as she felt her core pushed in, then thrust with her hips, arched her back, and pushed it right out again, shoving Kyoko's backward in time with the beat. "And you're my number one fan, too. Don't lie. I'll say it if you say it."

Fallon really did want to hear Kyoko say that out loud, and she was willing to bet that, after all the teasing and the games, Kyoko probably wanted to hear it from Fallon, too. So what she offered was perfect for both parties! Fallon kept on shaking her belly and pressing it hard into Kyoko's to counter every thrust of her friend's abs as she waited for an answer.

Fallon scoffed, puffing air in Kyoko's face as her friend refused to do it first, as well, which was just as much an excuse coming from her as it was coming from Fallon. "Yeah, yeah, I'm the one wearing the clothes, so wouldn't it make, like, a lot more sense for you to say it first? Since you're not the one who's wearing a costume that's, like, shouting it from the rooftops?"

Kyoko was really getting into the gyrations, her hips swiveling more than once per second, really grinding those rock-hard abs into Fallon's. Fallon bit her lip, then suddenly gave one hard shove, trying to force Kyoko back a step, before she began doing rapid, hula-style gyrations in the opposite direction to Kyoko's, bringing their abs scraping intimately across each other over and over and over again. Where they had been going for deep, powerful thrusts, now they were tickling and warming the surface of each other's nice bellies.

"If you really want me to say it first, I will, but I swear if you don't say it back I'm gonna kick your ass," Fallon warned, her face turning a little redder. She leaned in close, squashing their bellies so close every shake of the hips sent them both quivering, their noses flattening even more against each other, their eyes so close Fallon thought she could see those minuscule little floaters in the corners of Kyoko's. When she was as close as possible, Fallon would close her eyes and press her lips against Kyoko's, letting them linger there for several seconds as the motion of her hips slowed down a bit.

When she finally pulled her mouth back again, Fallon would open her eyes. "I'm your number one fan, Kyoko."

Fallon knew that that kiss was reaching a little bit, and when Kyoko reacted with such shock, she couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, her whole face turning bright red. She pressed her lips tightly together, as if trying to make them as thin and unassuming as possible after what they had done just now. She brought her hands up to her cheeks and pressed them against her face, taking a step back and letting their bellies pull apart completely.

"I'm...I'm really sorry," she said, knowing she had probably messed up a fun night of camaraderie and competition by getting too intimate with a friend who clearly wasn't interested. "I shouldn't have, umm, done that. I knew you wouldn't like it, but it's just...yeah, you know, I just n-need to really say how sorry I am about that." She would have turned on the lights and turned off the music herself, but she couldn't see where Kyoko had put down the remote.

"Sorry. Please don't hate me, Kyoko. I'm just, like...just crazy right now. I'm sorry." She glanced around, trying to locate her things so that she could leave and let Kyoko forget about that embarrassing mistake on Fallon's part.

Luckily for them both, Fallon's efforts to find her things were proving almost completely fruitless. She wanted to just quickly locate her clothes and her bag, from where she was standing, then sweep them all up in one quick motion, but with the lights turned down low and her emotions tying her brain up in knots, she could not remember where the heck any of her stuff was. That was enough to spur Kyoko into action, though, as the Japanese girl explained that she liked Fallon, and that her problem was with Fallon's relationship status, not with the kiss itself.

That just made Fallon's face light up even more. Partially with relief, partially with more embarrassment for acting like such an idiot. She didn't need to be needlessly confusing Kyoko like this. "So, umm...like, so about, uh..." she stuttered repeatedly, trying to figure out how to phrase this.

"So, uh, you didn't...didn't do anything wrong. Even if you were one of those girls, I would, like, still, uh, like you. Umm, but..." She paused, hesitated, then continued: "It's not like I don't still love Mikki, y'know, in, like, a lot of ways...but she was gone so much, and it was so hard, and...and we aren't really together anymore."