I start to feel bad. She's right. This is all for fun. Just fun.
I help her to her feet. She rubs the back of her head, still a bit sore from the impacts.
"I'm sorry, I got a little carried away," I say. "I still want to continue this match, if you're still game."
"Oh, you're gonna be even sorrier in a minute," she replies, beginning to grin again as she recovers, "because I want this match to go on as well."
She pulls off her obviously useless bra, then her panties, and casts them behind her. I do the same.
"Maybe this will help make things friendlier..." she murmurs. |