Tasty challenge - Phe Phe vs Andy

IN GYM
Best 2 of 3 falls whipped cream match - Hentai submissions allowed

Andy reached the Gym first and climbed to the edge of the ring, blushing as he looked at the environment of his next match: the ring was looking... unusual to say the least: the canvas had been replaced by a softer kind of mattress, so that the ring resembled of some kind of pit filled with white, snow-like cream.

Wearing clothings was probably pointless in such a kind of ring, so the Japanese-Italian wrestler proceeded to strip to just a pair of tight adidas-like wrestling shorts as he finally took off his tank top, remaining bare chested, not knowing if his little strip show was passing unobserved.

Eventually, Andy steps into the ring, prudently trying the slippery surface as he waits for her seductive opponent to show up.

You had to wait for oh so long. So long that it seemed as if Phe would never come, that was until a certain familiar figure was making her way into the gym...

"Whoop!"

Phe suddenly took one mis-step that seemed to make her lose balance. She could've fallen flat on her ass, however, she recovered and saved herself from the embarressmant.

"Whoa...gotta be careful next time..."

The gym stadium lights danced before her eyes, the walls and ceilings started to pan in and out. Even the floor looked like it was moving. Yet, strangely, Phe was standing still.

"Oh, dear....I feel sick...."

Yes, not only did Phe show up late to her match, but she also happened to have more than a few drinks in her system. Guess that must've explained the tardiness. Drunk or not, Phe wasn't going to let a few shots of god-knows-what stop her chance for free food, right?
After taking a few seconds to gather her wits, Phe looks up ahead and sees you just finishing up with your clothes. Her eyes suddenly light up with stars and her teeth shone a perfect white.

"Heeeey...It's Andyyyyyyyy!!!!!!"

Before her dulled mind could catch up with what was going on, Phe was tripping and faltering over herself until she could barely manage to lay one hand on the ropes. Getting into the ring was going to be more of a chore than she thought.

"Say....could you pwetty pweese help me up, Andy?"

Phe's brown eyes beg while her lips plead.

Andy blinked in confusion at Phe's strange staggering walk. The more she approached the ring, the more it was becoming clear that she was cheerfully tipsy.

"Hey.. are you okey Phe-chan..?", Andy would ask, after carefully coming to help her. In fact, the slippery surface of the 'whipped-creamed' ring could become tricky for both of them, if Phe would not cooperate in keeping their balance.

"We can always delay the match if you...woahhh... h-had some nice party before you came here?", he would ask, as a blow of her alcholic breathe hit his face, sweeping any possible doubts about her conditions.

"Delay!?"

Phe's voice jumped in protest.

"No way, buddy! Besides, you promised me food after we were *hic!* -whoops!"

A faint of red blushed over her cheeks from her little accidient. There was a part of her that wished maybe you didn't notice how "out of it" she was, but yet a better part of her already knew that you were more than a little suspicious.

"I'm fine, Andy...just a few drinks is all.....like....eight....or maybe eleven....."

Phe steps into the ring almost too cautiously, looking like someone who's afraid of stepping into a pool for thier first time.

"There! See? Tadah! I'm fine!"

A ref girl in black/white striped shirt and tight shorts popped out from apparently nowhere, as frequently seen at Sex Wars, and once she joined the contenders on the ring everything was ready for the match.

Though, Phe didn't really look like in her best conditions. "H-Heh... ok Phe-chan, a promise is a promise, i was not meaning to delay our dinner, i was just...*blushes* caring".

Seeing that both contenders were ready, about, the ref let the match start. Andy lowered himself into a kneeling stance and raised his hands, inviting his lovely opponent to lockup: "Ok then, bring it Phe-chan..", he would say with a gentle smile.
A bit uneased by the current situation, Andy intended to start the match with a softcore grappling style for now.

"Oh yeah, baby, you bet I'm going to bri-wait.......you smell that?"

Phe suddenly stops and freezes dead cold in the middle of the ring. The small wings of her little nostrils twitch in alert.

"Say.....Andy...I think this tank top smells funny....you smell somthing, right?"

Indeed, there was a powerful smell. It was the aroma left from countless hours of mingling with every dangerous liquor known to man. Though Phe was a little impaired, she didn't this little mishap ruining your perceptions of her--not this early. Not when there's a slight chance that you might still buy her dinner.

"Besides...since we're playing in whipped cream, should I get rid of all these clothes first?"

Phe never really needed anyone's answer. With some streneous effort, her tanktop fell to the ground in a foul smelling heap, regardless. Maybe now that her tanktop is gone, you wouldn't have to smell the horrid, strong liquor tainted on her clothes....hopefully

A little bit lower past the tender flesh of her neck, were the thin black straps of her sports bra, digging deeply into her shoulders from trying to support the ample weight of her round bosoms.

No wonder it was so hard trying to remove her tanktop earlier!

"Wait...but what about my shoes? I can't wear these in the ring right?"

Phe shly brushed the hair from her face, kneeled over and reached to unlace one of her shoe. That was, until she had just remembered that she wasn't wearing any socks. Phe wasn't quite used to baring her small feet so daringly, but....there was sometihng about you that made her want to trust you. And it was from that trust, Phe swallows hard, clears her thorat and asks.

"Could you help me take these off, Andy?"

"Uh...? s-sures Phe-chan..", Andy would blink for a slight moment, as snapped back into reality after Phe's mesmerizing strip show.

He then started crawling towards his gorgeous opponent, getting part of his body covered in whipped cream in the process.

Until, he comes close to your lovely feet, blushing a bit as he looks up at your teasing beauty. "H-Here we go Phe-chan... y-you can sit back if you like", he speaks out softly, temporarily oblivious of the match, his attention all for the beautiful Phe-Phe.

Phe's heart swells with joy and her voice dampens with glee.

"Oooh, thank you, Andy. You've got NOOO idea how tight these fit on me...."

Phe heavily breathes while sits back in a corner....watching you move dangerously close right between her feet. she doesn't seem to mind, however. Phe had always liked her boys underneath, anyway....

"Careful, boy, these things are like size sevens....seven and a half actually..."

She dangles one of her small feet directly infront of you. Her faint smile sure to disarm any form of regret within you.

And disarmed he was. Andy would respond with a shy smile, cupping your calf in the gentle grip of his hand, his other hand start pulling your shoe caredfully... to no avail.

"O-Ok Phe chan.. here we go...nghrhhh...." he groans softly in the effort, your shoes really revealing to be tight. And, his whipped cream-covered hands not helping, making his grip more slippery as a slight amount of cream gets rubbed against your calf suggestively.

If your shoe would eventually give, your dainty foot will get free with a cute 'pop' sound, while your opponent/date will fall backwards into the white cream with a funny yelp.

Even with your (manly?) efforts, the damn show still refuses to budge. Damn size seven and a halfs!

"Ahh! Ahhh! Andy, it hurts! It hurts sooo bad! Oooh, It hurts!---hey, is that whipped cream?"

Phe suddenly snaps out of her painful euphoria and notices the smudges of white over your hands. Careful not to move too much to break your conentration, Phe leans in close, slithers one finger over your hands and collects some cream into her palm.

Her chest rises and pushes out infront of her while she takes one...deep....long breath of the creams sweet scent. She takes one last look below her, smirking at you still fighting with her shoe before sliding one finger into her mouth. A few, tasteful sucking sounds coincides with your strenous groans.

"Mmmmmmm......."