Morel

"No you bend your knee down like this", he said, showing me how. I mimicked his moves in front of him, trying to master just how it was you properly wrestled someone.
"Now you put your arm's like this!" and vaulting out of a crouch he put his arms around my waist and picked me up. My response was to just laugh, I couldn't actually move for fear of making both of us fall down hard onto the grass.
"I'm sure Grecian wrestlers always practiced with their female friends, and always at night" I said as he dropped me back to Earth and fell down on top of me, a smile gaping across his face.
"They aren't really a match compared to you, I'm sure, considering you have yet to pin me after all these 'attempts', I told you you didn't have a chance, and yet, you always come back for more. It's as if you like me or something." he said while brushing the grass and dirt of himself and clumsily picking out the sticks that had managed to engage themselves with my hair.
"I don't know where you get ideas like that, you manhandle me like Rosie O'Donnell broadcasts news...."
"With lots of cleavage?"
"Yes, that's what first came to mind"
"I thought so too"
We were laying down now, squinting up at the sky, the first days of spring hot and sweaty down our backs and in high supply of lemonade.
"Hey you" he said, and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, making a closed eyed smile at me.