Training (and confidence boosting) (for Kitten)

Tomomi got up onto her knees. "It was a genuinely well-executed move Natsumi," Tomomi said, "You've definitely got more talent than I was giving credit to you for." She slowly got up and assumed her grappling stance. "Yep, I'm all ready, lets continue!"

She stepped forward, attempting to grab Natsumi's arm to push it out of the way, and then wrap her arm around the back of Natsumi's head to force her down and trap her in a side-headlock! Tomomi was going on the offensive this time, wanting to see if Natsumi had a counter for a move like this.

"Thank you, Tomomi, senpai!" Natsumi said cheerful as she approached the idol ready to lock up again. This was so much better than anything she had done before in the AFW. The cute blonde rushed to lock up with her opponent, but Tomomi easily took the initiative, pushing Natsumi's arm to the side and trapping her head in a tight lock.

"Ughhh..." Natsumi groaned suddenly finding her head trapped and squeezed. She tried to pull Tomomi's arm away with one hand and pushed at Tomomi's back with the other, wanting to free her head from this torment.

Tomomi felt Natsumi struggling, pushing against her, but she knew that her grip was strong enough to hold Natsumi in place. Still, this move was only setup for other attacks. "Ready Natsumi-san?" Tomomi said, "Here we go!" With that, Tomomi suddenly turned sharply to the side, attempting to hiptoss Natsumi to the mat, while also falling down with her and landing on top of her back first! Then Tomomi would reach and grab Natsumi's leg, transitioning into a pin!

"Ughh...n-no...I'm not ready..." Natsumi said with a sort of defeated sarcasm as her boots left the canvas and she did a short flight down to land hard on the canvas. "ughhh!" She groaned at the impact, not sure if hitting the canvas or having Tomomi land on her had hurt the most.

And then the idol would cover her up, lifting one leg in the air. Natsumi laid there panting heavy, feeling her chest expand with each breath she took, making her breasts rub against Tomomi. The way the idol held her leg felt almost like a caress, and the position itself was so humiliating that, much to Natsumi's horror, the cute blonde began to realice she was getting 'kind of' turned on.

'Kind of' was actually an understatement that Natsumi had added in her own mind. She was getting turned on, her nipples hardening slightly and pussy begining to swell. It felt 'kind of' real good to be pinned under Tomomi.

Natsumi blinked when she realized that she had been pinned, probably for a 2 count."N-no way!" she yelled as she put all the strength on her body to push her shoulder up trying to break the pin.

Tomomi began counting as she pinned Natsumi. "One!" she yelled. the she paused, feeling something strange poking into her chest. She realized that Natsumi's nipples were sticking up though her t-shirt, blushing slightly at the thought that perhaps getting pinned in this position she was getting aroused? Tomomi got a little embarrassed as well, not sure why Natsumi was having this reaction.

"Two!" she said, continuing her count. Suddenly Natsumi pushed up and broke Tomomi's loose pin. She slowly got up off the girl, blushing slightly, wondering if Natsumi was alright. "H-hey... you sure you're ok?"

"Y-yes...I'm f-fine..." Natsumi said sitting up and crosing her arms in front of her chest. "It's...just...that...there was...like...a cold breeze...yes...I'm perfectly fine." the cute blonde tried to explain herself blushing deeper and deeper.

"It is nothing...lets continue..." Natsumi proposed trying to change the subject and divert the attantion from how her body was reacting. She stood up quickly and resumed her wrestling stance, waiting for Tomomi to get back up... To then attack rushing at Tomomi and lowering her body, Natsumi will try to slam her shoulder on the idol's belly and tackle her down.

"Heh... a cold breeze, I see," Tomomi replied, giggling a little bit. She knew that Natsumi had gotten turned on from their bodies so close together. It was a little flattering for the idol, to know that such a little bit of contact could turn another girl on. Natsumi must be at least bi then. And she was blushing so deeply, her words held no water with Tomomi at all.

Tomomi was already standing as NAtsumi stood up and reassumed her stance. She moved closer again, her hands in a fighting stance. Then Tomomi would suddenly lunge in, attempting to grab Natsumi by the shoulders and slowly force her down!

The fact that Tomomi didn't bought her story about the cold breeze only made Natsumi blush more, and made her slightly annoyed. Just because she was a gorgeous cute and famous idol, and wrestler, didn't mean she could make fun of her. And it wasn't her fault if she got turned on, Natsumi thought; they had been conditioning her to get turned by wrestling, even when she didn't liked it and neither liked girls.

All those thoughts made Natsumi charge more furiously at Tomomi, and also more reckless. Before she could catch the idol, Natsumi felt Tomomi's hands on her shoulders and with the precarious balance she had, the cute bubbly blonde went down easily as Tomomi intended.

Tomomi brought Natsumi down to her knees, and then quickly pushed forward to get the girl onto her back. She wondered why Natsumi got picked as her sparring partner, when the girl seemed inexperienced, reckless, and most importantly so utterly weak. Did Drake think she needed to squash a jobber to feel better? That only made her mad.

"Sorry Natsumi, but this is going to hurt a bit!" Tomomi said, straddling her stomach and grabbing Natsumi's hair to pull her head up into a side headlock once more, then Tomomi began pulling back, putting pressure on Natsumi's back while simultanously choking her!

Natsumi felt so frustrated as Tomomi handled easily, stoping her on her tracks, blocking her charge and then pushing her down on her back.
"No...nooo!" the cute blonde protested but before she could do anything Tomomi was sitting on her tummy and pulling her by the hair up to trap her head, bending her back AND choking her viciously.

Natsumi's cute face once again turned red, this time from the lack of air as her tummy was squeezed and her throat crushede. She waved her arms aimlessly, flailing them like crazy. Tomomi was an accomplished grappler, and Natsumi had no idea how to get out of this hold.

Soon Natsumi begun to feel light headed and she stopped moving harshly as she struggled to breathe. This was so humiliating, to be held so easily by a girl that was just about her size and age. It just wasn't fair. Tomomi was a famous star and an awesome wrestler, Natsumi felt so jealous.

Almost without noticing Natsumi's hands reached for Tomomi's hair and once she had it, she began to pull down furiously.