In need of a cold shower... Annabell vs Brian (complete)

Annabell saw he was still busy shampooing, blushing hard, but nodded as she locked the door, moving to the far corner of the stall. "I... hope you don't think this is... well... too rash..." She said, sounding a little worried her bold move gave him the wrong impression.

"Oh not at all just unexpected" Now realizing what his comment may have sounded like he blushed himself "Oh um for the record what I thought you were doing was comming in here for the match."

With the Shampoo out of his hair and the water running he faces Annabell and smiles "Well lets get this match underway shall we." With that Brian crouches into a ready stance and awaits Annabells first move of the match to see how Sex Wars matches go.

Annabell nodded, giggling a little when Brian reassured her and watched him getting into a stance. She would then step out from her corner. "Uh... ding ding?" She said rather cutely as she continued to step towards him.

With the ding ding Brian took a step forward towards Annabell watching her body. He then made a reaching motion for Annabells wrist hoping to take advantage early. If this works he will follow up by pulling her towards him so he can try to put a headlock on her, if not he will be wide open for a retaliation.

Annabell sees Brian reaching for her wrist, and gets pulled towards him. She'll try to pre-empt his headlock, however, and try to fall into him and lock lips with him in a soft kiss.

Before Brian could get the headlock put on Annabells kiss landed directly on its mark surprising Brian, who was not expecting for this physicality this soon. But Brian was not going to complain and he begins to kiss Annabell as well.

While he does this he lets go of her wrist and puts it behind her back.

When Brian let go of her wrists, she was blushing hard, wrapping her arms around his back and stepped up closer, pressing her supple bare breasts against his chest, but kept her sex away from his for now, kissing him softly, moaning softly into her lips. No doubt the girls here laid this same act to the boys here, but with her, it was different. She wasn't doing this for a win, or even because it was a match. She was doing it because she was living a fantasy of hers, locking herself in with a boy in a hot shower stall. It was just like one of the erotic novels she read before. Her kisses, her touches, her moans, they were genuine.

Brian began to kiss Annabell more passionately as the two of them stand there he began to push her back while kissing her so that her back is up against the wall of the shower. As he does this, he finds his hands begin to wander down to her beautiful butt. To give a couple of squeezes.

"Mmmh!" She moans as her back gently hits a wall of the stall, her body jumping just a little as he gropes her rear. "Mmmm..." She moans softly, reaching over to squeeze his rear as well, starting to slide her tongue into his mouth slowly.

When Brian feels Annabells tongue he begins to use his tongue in a mutual dance in their mouths. Brian was begining to become confused if this was still a match or if he had just found a fun girl. Brians sex began to stiffen in anticipation of what may come soon. He began to move his one hand from her rear tenatively to try and slid a finger into her sex hoping it wasn't too bold of a move.