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General Category => Catfight , Boxing & Wrestling Stories => Catfighting => Topic started by: Michelle on April 04, 2014, 02:12:05 AM
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A short story about a woman's awakening to her inner most desires. As always, all comments are welcome as are thoughts for how this story might proceed forward.
Harper's Awakening
Ok, I admit it. While I like to think of myself as one, I am not a fighter really. My name is Harper and actually, I am in pretty decent shape physically.......5' 9", 142 lbs., yada yada....I'm not as good as I think I am however. I have always lacked some in the confidence area. Like most women, I have not been doing a lot of real fighting, although I have been the recipient of a couple of beat downs at the hands...or should I say very hard fists…. of a few other girls when I let my mouth get in the way of my better judgment. I have also won a few, which I guess keeps me going. That and the conditioning I have received as a result has been worth it just on its own. This last time that happened though was the last fucking straw and I have decided to throw good sense out the window and follow my heart's desire and become a better fighter, or at the very least be able to take care of myself. I'll also admit I have always had this very secretive deep seeded desire to fight more. I finally began working out a year ago with a boxing trainer and it has unleashed feelings sensations and emotions inside of me I have never encountered before. I almost feel like I've lost control of myself in this regard and now almost feel an absolute compulsion to do this. As my physical conditioning has improved, so have my confidence and my desire to fight. Something is growing deep inside me and I felt it slowly beginning to come to the surface and I love it!
I get such a rush that comes over me when I do my boxing workout...the emotions and feelings I have when I'm moving and punching and this every increasing desire to fight another woman that way and finally prove to myself that I can do it and do it well. It’s an almost sexual feeling really and the emotions I am experiencing, match nothing I have ever felt in my life. I am possessed with pushing my self emotionally and physically to the hilt.
It all came to a head a few days ago. I was minding my own business, walking down a relatively quiet deserted block on the way back to my apartment after spending more unreasonable hours working on a project that had to be completed that night. I was hired as an executive in large corporation right after receiving my MBA. I found the twelve to fourteen hour workdays left me little time for either socializing or exercise. After ten very intensive years, my hard driving desires allowed me to reach the top of the corporate ladder when the firm’s partners voted me to be their first female partner and Sr. VP - at the ripe old age of 35!
As I was walking to my BMW I had parked off the street in this alley that fateful night, I happened upon two women who were actually beating each other to a pulp! It was just the two of them...the first girl I noticed was tall…looked to me early to mid-thirties...about my height and was dressed in tight jeans and a denim shirt...long dark brown hair flowing down over her shoulders. I had heard the loud voices as I was walking and I stayed back in the shadows created by a street lamp to watch...not quite sure what was going on and what I was about to witness. I watched as the two women exchanged shoves to the chest and then watched even more intently as they both stepped back and began literally undressing. The second girl was about the same height as the first girl...blonde...and was doing most of the yapping and actually started the shoving. She had on a red silk blouse and very tight...almost painted on True Religion jeans. The tall willowy brunette took off her denim shirt, revealing a white sleeveless tee shirt that showed off her toned sinewy arm and shoulder muscles that can only come with hard work and training. Her stomach was obviously tight and flat as the tight tee shirt left little to the imagination. Her features were rather striking and she could have probably passed for a model but then she raised her arms up in a boxer's stance and curled her hands into tight fists, there was little doubt in my mind that she had a pretty good idea what she was doing. The blonde girl removed her red silk blouse, revealing a pink sports bra underneath. As she raised her arms up and cocked them at the elbows, you could see her small hard biceps form up and the sinewy nature of her upper arms and forearms showed she was a girl who was in good condition and probably had a pretty good idea what she was doing too. I wondered to myself what precipitated all this. Did they know one another? A lover’s quarrel perhaps? Was it perhaps a disagreement at the office? All sorts of things can run through your mind late at night when you’re exhausted I guess. As the two women face off, I have to admit at that exact moment I was so aroused that I could hear my heart pounding against my chest in the silence of the night air, my breathing becoming more shallow and rapid and the moisture between my thighs growing by the second. I was growing more and more aroused and my wetness was spreading rapidly, the pulsating sensations deep in my loins beginning to take me over in ways I had not felt in a long time. I just couldn’t believe at first how this scene was affecting me, although to be honest, I should have, knowing how I am and how I feel deep inside. All I knew was I was not going move.....I was going to watch.
The two women circled each other for a few seconds, sometimes feinting with their extended left arms. Then suddenly, they just seemed to explode on one another as both lashed out with left jabs flying from both simultaneously! Both bobbed and weaved, shoulders dropping, the brunette drove her left fist hard into the blondes abs!!.....and just as quickly in one fluid motion...she drove her right fist hard across the blonde's jaw! The blonde let out a gasp and then a “whoosh” from her mouth as the air was forced from her lungs and out over her trembling lips. She staggered back a few steps after letting out a loud yelp and threw her arms up almost over her head in a defensive type of maneuver. The brunette stepped in and moved at her but didn’t press her advantage. What I did noticed was a smile coming over her lips as her eyes widened, as if she sensed she had her prey cornered and she wasn’t going to let her go. The blonde slowly began right herself and brought her arms back up in her fighting stance although she seemed very shaky…unsure. I could see the fear in her eyes now and you can bet the brunette saw the same thing. The women began to circle each other again and the brunette snapped her left fist out at the blonde’s head, the punch literally shooting from her left shoulder in a blur, the sound of her knuckles cracking into the blonde’s chin echoing throughout the alley, her head snapping back violently! The blonde’s face contorted as her long blonde hair flew forward on either side of her head! Her head snapped back so quickly and violently that her hair was literally left behind as if moving in slow motion in contrast to her head. She staggered back a few steps and fell against the wall behind her, grunting out as her back slammed into the hard bricks.
The blonde brought her arms up and blocked a second left fist from the brunette. She wasn’t ready for the unexpected kick to the stomach that followed the punches! The brunette’ kick appeared to have knocked the wind out of the blonde and she backed slid along the wall over to a corner where the brunette was on her like a cat and threw a flurry of punches, this time several breaking through the blonde's guard. A right cross, left hook, right jab, left jab, right hook, left cross!! The onslaught continued as the blonde’s head violently snapped back several times and then side to side! Then blonde then wisely lunged out and reached and wrapped the brunette up, pulling her in tight to her body and clinching with the brunette. The blonde still had some life left in her as suddenly drove her knee up into the brunette’s midsection!! The brunette’s knee came up quickly in response as they both pounded each other’s abs while holding each other in an almost death grip! Each impact of a knee resulting in a loud grunt from the respective woman’s lips! Each body lurching up almost lifted up by the impact! The brunette finally broke out of the clinch after each had landed a few knees successfully and stepped back as the blonde fell back and leaned against the brick wall behind her. The brunette bent over at the waist…coughing…breathing heavily as she rested her hands on her thighs.
The brunette stepped back another step to keep a distance between her and her blond adversary. She rubbed her beaten abs, grimacing in pain as she desperately tried to recover from the onslaught. Then after a few more seconds, the brunette suddenly straightened up and turned and twisted her tall athletic frame to the side and drove her right leg up hard in a sidekick type motion into the blonde’s abs!! The blonde had just stepped away from the wall and still had her arms at her sides, her features showing the agonizing pain running through her body. Her eyes widened and her face contorted in agony as the brunette’s foot drove hard into her body, her lips emitting a loud grunt as the air again left her lungs! Her features showing the instant of her body’s longing for a breath as she was then hurled backwards by the force of the kick, her back hitting the wall behind her as another loud grunt flowed over her lips. It was a brutal kick and the brunette pressed her advantage. She stepped forward and launched two punches, a quick jab with her left fist, the other a right cross. Both landed and the blonde’s head thrust back violently, hitting the wall behind her. I could see the blood coming from the blonde’s nose and her appeared to have a cut above her right eye. Even in this rather dimly lit alley, I could see the thin red stream already trickling down along her right cheek. The blonde, maybe out of instinct or some sense of self-preservation, threw a wild right from almost over her head that connected with the brunette’s mouth! The brunette’s head snapped back and she stumbled back a few steps, shaking her head and screaming out in what seemed more like anger than pain! I could see the brunette’s lower lip was split and the red stream coming down over her chin. The blonde fell as she lurched forward from the force of her punch and fell to the pavement on all fours. She lay there on all fours, moaning…coughing.
The brunette didn’t waste any time and launched a kick with her long right leg into the blondes left rib cage! The brunette’s body was literally off the ground by the impact of the kick as I heard a loud scream from the blonde, followed by a low groan.
My own mouth dropped open in amazement at what I'd just seen! My own thighs twitched while my heart was pounding so hard I felt up in my throat I as so aroused! I couldn't believe that it could all be over that fast! The brunette kept yelling down at the blonde to get up and kept motioning her up with her right arm, but the blonde seemed to be moving in slow motion and looked as if she had had enough and wanted no more of it. She raised her right hand up and whimpered to the brunette standing over her "ENOUGH!....OH GOD PLEASE!....NO MORE!" The brunette drew her right fist back and then reached down with her left hand and grabbed a handful of the blondes long silky hair, wrapping it around her fingers and at almost the same time pulling up hard on the blonde's head. The blonde let out an almost blood curdling scream and threw her hands up in front of her already bloodied face and began whimpering and crying even more...pleading with the brunette not to hit her again!
I watched as the brunette released the blonde’s hair and lowered her tightly clenched right fist. I could see her features so clearly in the in the moonlight and I noted an almost sadistic smirk coming over the brunettes face as the blonde kept begging her not to hit her again. I could tell at that moment she was a woman who was confident in her abilities and one I hoped I'd never have to meet in a dark alley. I slowly backed out of the alley the way I came and made my way around to my car, my head still spinning at what I had witnessed. I sat in my car a few moments, my head resting back against the seat. My arousal hadn't abated at all and my heart was still pounding against my chest. I let my right hand slide over and press against my crotch as my clit was still pulsating and spasming. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip and pressed tighter. t I then began rubbing my crotch feverishly. It didn't take me long to have an orgasm unlike any I had ever had before as I came so hard and couldn't stop shaking for what seemed like an eternity, while letting out with a scream from deep inside of me! Needless to say the drive to the apartment was more pleasant than it had been in months.
The next day was an especially rough one at the office. It started early at 500 am and went to 700 pm so when I left work and was headed to the gym I was really ready for a hard workout to try and help me unwind. I was working with my boxing trainer tonight and was anxious to "tee off" on the heavy bag. I was hoping I might even spar with someone because the thought of actually hitting someone seemed to give me some extra energy, almost a “second wind of excitement”. I also couldn’t help but have what I saw last night still vivid in my memory. I couldn’t shake the emotions, the feelings and sensations. Part of me wish I was that brunette, admired her. I didn’t feel the least bit bad about it either.
I was pounding away at the heavy bag, my trainer holding the bag and spotting it for me as I slammed my leather clad fists first down low and then up high in the bag! Working on combinations and hand speed as I felt the burn in my upper back and shoulder muscles! My bag gloves landing each time with a loud POP as leather exploded against leather, my trainer imploring me to punch faster and faster!! My heart pounding as my torso twisted from side to side, pivoting at my trim waistline. I blinked back the stinging salty perspiration from my eyes, gritting my teeth as I was making hitting this bag something way more than personal at this point. The bag WAS THE BLONDE! I WAS THE BRUNETTE! My torso was streaked with perspiration as I had been working out on the bag close to twenty minutes, my trainer continuing to shout encouragement to me, telling me “FASTER!! FASTER!! HIT THE DAMN THING HARPER!!!” I was grunting out more loudly now with each punch and I wanted to just DRIVE MY FISTS through that bag and take out my trainer I was SO SICK of listening to him yelling at me!
Suddenly I saw my trainer let go from the bag and step back, his eyes opening wider as they were no longer looking AT ME, but over MY SHOULDER. I stopped my punching and turned and looked over my shoulder and my mouth dropped open and nearly hit the floor. Standing there behind me, her arms folded across her chest, was the brunette I saw in the alley last night! I turned and searched for the words but my lower lip only quivered and my voice was silent, in spite of my efforts to the contrary.
Was this my dream, or was this my nightmare?
CONTINUE IN CHAPTER 2
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Wow Michelle that was totally amazing :) Ya really did a great job with the characters and that fight was super hawt and intense! I so can't wait to read the next part :) Loves ya lots!!! And thanks for sharing with us
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you are a good writer
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and so are you, too
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Wow Michelle that was totally amazing :) Ya really did a great job with the characters and that fight was super hawt and intense! I so can't wait to read the next part :) Loves ya lots!!! And thanks for sharing with us
I agree.
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What Braveheart said..in spades...Well done indeed.
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This one is going to be fucking HOT.
Maybe a private club where women meet in private to fight it out
Just my two cents
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Thanks ggreg.....
I kinda like your idea.....we'll see what happens...
Thanks again
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<<My heart racing...pounding as I could feel my clit now just throbbing...pulsating!>>
OMG, phew!!! :P That describes perfectly the erotic effect of your story on this ole butch ... He! He! ;D ;) :-*
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I want to apologize for the number of typos and misplaced words.....
I just noticed I posted the last draft of my story and not the final copy....LOL
Not a big difference but I again apologize for those spots where it looks like something is missing.
Thanks
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This is one of the finest works I have read in a long time Michelle. I echo the desire of the others to seeing the next chapter. Very well done sweetheart!
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That is one great story Michelle, what an amazing writer you are, thank you :)
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Hoping for more soon xxx
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Chapter 2 of Harper's Awakening is scheduled for delivery by Friday April 11
Open bar will be available
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Do we need to bring our own toys? And a fresh change of underwear too, I presume? ::) :D
Chapter 2 of Harper's Awakening is scheduled for delivery by Friday April 11
Open bar will be available
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Sadly I got very drunk at the bar hoping to hear more about these fights
Nothing????
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Michelle, you have a gift for this genre...9
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Chapter 2 goes to press this evening...I had hoped to be done this past weekend but work things got in the way...
So I'm looking at late tonight. I will also repost a revised (not much) and edited Chapter 1.
And yes, I have some thoughts on a Chapter 3 but that will be a few weeks down the line I think.
Thanks again to everyone for their support and encouragement.
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azpaper
patience is a virtue!
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The following are both Chapters 1 and 2 of my continuing series. Chapter 3 will be out later in the week. As always, any and all comments are solicited and welcomed. Many thanks again for the encouragement I have received to keep the series going. Buckle up and here we go!
Harper's Awakening - Chapter 1
Ok, I admit it. While I like to think of myself as one, I am not a fighter really. My name is Harper and actually, I am in pretty decent shape physically...5' 8-1/2", 136 lbs., yada yada.... I’m not as good as I think I am however. I have always lacked some in the confidence area. Like most women, I have not been doing a lot of real fighting, although I have been the recipient of a couple of beat downs at the hands...or should I say the “very hard fists”…. of a few other girls when I let my mouth get in the way of my better judgment. I have also won a few, which I guess keeps me going and has made me think I was better than what I was. That and the conditioning I have received as a result of my recent hard work, has been worth it just on its own. This last time I lost though was the last fucking straw and I had decided to throw good sense out the window and follow my heart's desire and become a better fighter, or at the very least be able to take care of myself. I'll also admit I have always had this secret deep seeded desire to fight more. I began working out a year ago with a boxing trainer and it has unleashed feelings sensations and emotions inside of me I have never encountered before. I almost feel like I've lost control of myself in this regard and now almost feel an absolute compulsion to do this. As my physical conditioning has improved, so have my confidence and my desire to fight. Something is growing deep inside me and I felt it slowly beginning to come to the surface and I love it!
I get such a rush that comes over me when I do my boxing workout...the emotions and feelings I have when I'm moving and punching and this every increasing desire to fight another woman that way and finally prove to myself that I can do it and do it well. It is truly a sexual feeling and the emotions I am experiencing match NOTHING I have EVER FELT in my life. I am now TOTALLY POSSESSED with pushing my self emotionally and physically to the hilt!
Everything seemed to come to a head for me a few days ago. I was minding my own business, my mind kind of wandering, walking down a relatively quiet deserted block on the way back to my Manhattan apartment after spending more unreasonable hours working on a project that had to be completed that night. I was hired as an executive in large corporation right after receiving my MBA. I found the twelve to fourteen hour workdays left me little time for either socializing or exercise. After ten very intensive years, my hard driving desires allowed me to reach the top of the corporate ladder when the firm’s partners voted me to be their first female partner and Sr. VP - at the ripe old age of 35!
As I was walking to my BMW I had parked off the street in this alley that fateful night, I heard loud voices in what appeared to be some sort of argument. I continued walking down the alley and happened upon two women who were actually in the process of trying to beat each other to a pulp! It was just the two of them, the first girl I noticed was tall, looked to me early to mid-thirties, about my height and was dressed in tight jeans and a denim shirt, long dark brown hair flowing down over her shoulders. I had heard the loud voices as I was walking so I stayed back in the shadows along a wall of the alley that were created by a street lamp in order that I could watch undetected. I was not quite sure what was going on and what I was about to witness. I watched as the two women initially exchanged shoves to the chest and then watched even more intently as they both stepped back and began literally undressing. The second girl was about the same height as the first girl, blonde, and was doing most of the yapping and actually started the shoving. She had on a red silk blouse and very tight, almost painted on True Religion jeans. The tall willowy brunette took off her denim shirt, revealing a white sleeveless tee shirt that showed off her toned sinewy arm and shoulder muscles that can only come with hard work and training. Her stomach was obviously tight and flat as the tight tee shirt left little to the imagination. Her features were rather striking and she could have probably passed for a model but then she raised her arms up in a boxer's stance and curled her hands into tight fists, there was little doubt in my mind that she had a pretty good idea what she was doing. The blonde girl removed her red silk blouse, revealing a pink sports bra underneath. As she raised her arms up and cocked them at the elbows, you could see her small hard biceps form up and the sinewy nature of her upper arms and forearms showed she was a girl who was in good condition and probably had a pretty good idea what she was doing too. I wondered to myself what precipitated all this. Did they know one another? A lover’s quarrel perhaps? Was it perhaps a disagreement at the office? All sorts of things can run through your mind late at night when you’re exhausted I guess. As the two women face off, I have to admit at that exact moment I was so aroused that I could hear my heart pounding against my chest in the silence of the night air, my breathing becoming more shallow and rapid and the moisture between my thighs growing by the second. I was growing more and more aroused and my wetness was spreading rapidly, the pulsating sensations deep in my loins beginning to take me over in ways I had not felt in a long time. I just couldn’t believe at first how this scene was affecting me, although to be honest, I should have, knowing how I am and how I feel deep inside. All I knew was I was not going move...I WAS GOING TO WATCH! I felt a little like a voyeur but I didn’t care.
The two women circled each other for a few seconds, sometimes feinting with their extended left arms. Then suddenly, they just seemed to explode on one another as both lashed out with left jabs flying from each girl simultaneously! Both then bobbed and weaved, shoulders dropping as they both landed blows to each other’s body. The brunette then drove her left fist hard into the blonde’s abs and just as quickly in one fluid motion she drove her right fist hard across the blonde's jaw! I could hear the crack as the brunette’s knuckles hit against the blonde’s jaw! The blonde let out a loud moan and then a “whoosh” from her mouth as the air was forced from her lungs and out over her trembling lips. She staggered back a few steps after letting out a loud yelp and threw her arms up almost over her head in a defensive type of maneuver. The brunette stepped in and moved at her but for some reason, at that moment, didn’t press her advantage. What I did noticed was a smile coming over her lips as her eyes widened, as if she sensed she had her prey cornered and she wasn’t going to let her go. The blonde slowly began to right herself and brought her arms back up in her fighting stance although she seemed very shaky and unsure. I could see the fear in her eyes now and you can bet the brunette saw the same thing. The women began to circle each other again and the brunette snapped her left fist out at the blonde’s head, the punch literally shooting from her left shoulder in a blur, the sound of her knuckles cracking into the blonde’s chin echoing throughout the alley, her head snapping back violently! The blonde’s face contorted as her long blonde hair flew forward on either side of her head! Her head snapped back so quickly and violently that her hair was literally left behind as if moving in slow motion in contrast to her head. She staggered back a few steps and fell against the wall behind her, grunting out as her back slammed into the hard bricks.
The blonde brought her arms up and blocked a second left fist from the brunette. She wasn’t ready for the unexpected kick to the stomach that the brunette unloaded on her tummy following the punches! The blonde screamed out and doubled over! The brunette’ kick appeared to have knocked the wind out of the blonde and she slammed into the wall behind her, then slid along the wall over to a corner where the brunette was on her like a cat and began throwing a flurry of punches, this time several breaking through the blonde's guard. A right cross, left hook, right jab, left jab, right hook, left cross!! The onslaught continued as the blonde’s head violently snapped back several times and then side to side! Then blonde then wisely lunged out and reached and wrapped her arms around the brunette, pulling her in tight to her body and clinching her. The blonde still had some life left in her as suddenly drove her knee up into the brunette’s midsection!! The brunette’s knee came up quickly in response as they both pounded each other’s abs while holding each other in an almost death grip! Each impact of a knee resulting in a loud grunt from the respective woman’s lips! Each body lurching up almost lifted up by the impact! The brunette finally broke out of the clinch after each had landed a few knees successfully and stepped back as the blonde fell back and leaned against the brick wall behind her. The brunette bent over at the waist…coughing…breathing heavily as she rested her hands on her thighs.
The brunette stepped back another step to keep a distance between her and her blond adversary. She rubbed her beaten abs, grimacing in pain as she desperately tried to recover from the onslaught. Then after a few more seconds, the brunette suddenly straightened up and turned and twisted her tall athletic frame to the side and drove her right leg up hard in a sidekick type motion into the blonde’s abs!! The blonde had just stepped away from the wall and still had her arms at her sides, her features showing the agonizing pain running through her body. Her eyes widened and her face contorted in agony as the brunette’s foot drove hard into her body, her lips emitting a loud grunt as the air again left her lungs! Her features showing the instant of her body’s immediate longing for a breath as she was then hurled backwards by the force of the kick, her back hitting the wall behind her as another loud grunt flowed over her lips. It was a brutal kick and the brunette pressed her advantage. She stepped forward and launched two punches, a quick jab with her left fist, the other a right cross. Both landed and the blonde’s head thrust back violently, hitting the wall behind her. I could see the blood coming from the blonde’s nose and her appeared to have a cut above her right eye. Even in this rather dimly lit alley, I could see the thin red stream already trickling down along her right cheek. The blonde, maybe out of instinct or some sense of self-preservation, threw a wild right from almost over her head that connected with the brunette’s mouth! The brunette’s head snapped back and she stumbled back a few steps, shaking her head and screaming out in what seemed more like anger than pain! I could see the brunette’s lower lip was split and the red stream coming down over her chin. The blonde lurched forward from the force of her punch and fell to the pavement on all fours. She lay there on all fours, moaning…coughing.
The brunette didn’t waste any time and launched a kick with her long right leg into the blondes left rib cage! The blonde’s body was literally lifted up off the ground by the impact of the kick as she cut loose with a loud scream, followed by a low groan as she crumpled to the pavement.
My own mouth dropped open in amazement at what I'd just seen! My own thighs twitched while my heart was pounding so hard I felt up in my throat I as so aroused! I couldn't believe that it could all be over that fast! The brunette kept yelling down at the blonde to get up and kept motioning her up with her right arm, but the blonde seemed to be moving in slow motion and looked as if she had had enough and wanted no more of it. She raised her right hand up and whimpered to the brunette standing over her "ENOUGH...OH GOD PLEASE...NO MORE!" The brunette drew her right fist back and then reached down with her left hand and grabbed a handful of the blondes long silky hair, wrapping it around her fingers and at almost the same time pulling up hard on the blonde's head. The blonde let out an almost blood curdling scream and threw her hands up in front of her already bloodied face and began whimpering and crying even more...pleading with the brunette not to hit her again!
I watched as the brunette released the blonde’s hair and lowered her tightly clenched right fist. I could see her features so clearly in the in the moonlight and I noted an almost sadistic smirk coming over the brunettes face as the blonde kept begging her not to hit her again. I could tell at that moment she was a woman who was confident in her abilities and one I hoped I'd never have to meet in a dark alley. I slowly backed out of the alley the way I came and made my way around to my car, my head still spinning at what I had just witnessed. I sat in my car a few moments, my head resting back against the seat. My arousal hadn't abated at all and my heart was still pounding against my chest. I let my right hand slide over and press against my crotch, as my clit was still pulsating and spasming. The throbbing was killing me and I had to do something! I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip and pressed my palm tighter to my crotch. I then began rubbing my crotch feverishly, panting as I almost felt as if I were hyperventilating! I didn’t even take the time to pull my slacks down I was so aroused! I didn’t care about the wetness or the mess! It didn't take long for my excited clit to just give way and I had an orgasm unlike any I had ever had before. I came so hard and couldn't stop shaking for what seemed like an eternity, while letting out with a scream from deep inside of me! Needless to say the drive to the apartment was more pleasant than it had been in months.
The next day was an especially rough one at the office. It started early at 500 am and went to 700 pm so when I left work and was headed to the gym I was really ready for a hard workout to try and help me unwind. I was going to be working with my boxing trainer that night and was anxious to "tee off" on the heavy bag. I was hoping I might even spar with someone because the thought of actually hitting someone seemed to give me some extra energy, almost a “second wind of excitement”. I also couldn’t help but have what I saw last night still vivid in my memory. I couldn’t shake the emotions, the feelings and sensations. Part of me wished I was that brunette, as I honestly admired her. I didn’t feel the least bit bad about it either.
I was pounding away at the heavy bag, my trainer holding the bag and spotting it for me as I slammed my leather clad fists first down low and then up high in the bag! Working on combinations and hand speed as I felt the burn in my upper back and shoulder muscles! My bag gloves landing each time with a loud POP as leather exploded against leather, my trainer imploring me to punch faster and faster!! My heart pounding as my torso twisted from side to side, pivoting at my trim waistline. I blinked back the stinging salty perspiration from my eyes, gritting my teeth as I was making hitting this bag something way more than personal at this point. The bag WAS THE BLONDE! I WAS THE BRUNETTE! My torso was streaked with perspiration as I had been working out on the bag close to twenty minutes, my trainer continuing to shout encouragement to me, telling me “FASTER!! FASTER!! HIT THE DAMN THING HARPER!!!” My arms felt like they were made out of LEAD they felt SO HEAVY! I was grunting out more loudly now with each punch and I wanted to just DRIVE MY FISTS through that bag and TAKE OUT MY TRAINER I WAS SO SICK of listening to him YELLING at me!
Suddenly I saw my trainer let go of the bag and step back, his eyes opening wider as they were no longer looking AT ME, but over MY SHOULDER. I stopped my punching and turned and looked over my shoulder and my mouth dropped open and nearly hit the floor. Standing there behind me, her arms folded across her chest, WAS THE BRUNETTE I saw in the alley last night! I turned and searched for the words but my lower lip only quivered and my voice was silent, in spite of my efforts to the contrary.
Was this a dream, or was it a nightmare?
CONTINUE IN CHAPTER 2
Chapter 2 - Harper’s Awakening
My heart leapt up in my throat as my eyes met those of the brunette from the alley. Her large dark eyes almost seemed to look THROUGH ME and not AT ME. I almost felt as if I had been punched in the stomach and I was desperately searching for a breath. I hadn’t seen eyes such as hers in my life. There was an intensity in them that sent a shiver up my spine. I wondered if she filly realized how intimidating she could be? I suppose that was just how she carried herself naturally, but then I heard her speak as she talked past me to my trainer. Something in her voice as she spoke to Joe, her tone, her inflection, gave me pause to stop and think...but more on that later.
“Joe!” “Where have you been?” “I’ve been wanting to work with you dammit!!” Then it hit me, my trainer was a veteran of all this, had trained so many so that the fact that he might have worked with her should have been no surprise.
Joe smiled and replied “Samantha!” “My God I haven’t seen you in months!”
The brunette walked around me and our shoulders briefly brushed. She was more imposing in person, seemingly taller and with a smile I didn't recall seeing last night in that alley! Our eyes met for a brief instant and her scent lingered in the air and the thin film of perspiration that coated her tanned skin rubbed off on my shoulder. She hugged Joe and they laughed and told a few jokes, as old friends who have been apart for a time are prone to do. Being this close to her a lot more things were evident besides her physical condition, which was about to become even more "Up Close and Personal" to me.
I watched as she and Joe went over and he spotted a heavy bag for her. She proceeded to work on it, her fists moving at an even faster speed than last night as her bare knuckles popped repeatedly into the leather covered bag. Her tall athletic frame twisting with each punch and in perfect sync with her fists, a loud grunt following every loud impact. I watched in awe as she moved around the heavy bag, her fists hitting high and then low. Her footwork a thing of beauty, in a strange way almost like that of a ballet dancer if that could be believed. Her workout lasted about 20 minutes and I continued to watch, mesmerized. She finally stopped and allowed her arms to wrap around around the bag, gripping it tightly to her torso, laying her wet cheek against it. Her breasts almost trying to come out of her sports bra as they pressed so tight to the bag, melding to it. Her long dark brown ponytail was wet…matted and almost plastered to her exquisite upper back muscles and down along the contour of her spine. She had a shape and a form to her body I seldom have ever seen in another woman, but it was so much more than that. This raven-haired beauty had me fully and completely in her spell, and she didn’t even know it or me.
I began walking back to the locker room to shower and change when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my Trainer, Joe.
“Hey Harpy, I need a sparring partner for someone if you’re interested” "It would be a big help to me"
I looked at him and smiled weakly, responding sarcastically “Oh fantastic!” "Another blonde newbie housewife working on her fat ass?” “Great!” I was stunned that I answered him in that tone as he tilted his head and looked at me quizzically and I rolled my own eyes back in my head and shook it slowly from side to side.
I then looked back at him and whispered back “I’m sorry Joe, sheesh, who do you want me to fight?”
He looked at me and then raised his right arm and pointed up into the far ring next to the large glass window off Main Street and spoke in that old gruff voice.
“How about her?”
I turned and looked and what I saw made my heart leap up into my throat and my pulse nearly doubling! I suddenly felt as if a MAC truck driving at full speed had hit me and I was being dragged under it as it just kept going! Standing in the ring, pounding her gloves together and pacing like a predator cat, WAS THE BRUNETTE! YES! THE VERY SAME BRUNETTE! GOD DAMN!!!
She was wearing a tight (No…I mean …TIGHT!) black sports bra. Two grapefruit shaped tits pushed up off her chest and barely appeared to sag, stretching out the spandex material so much that you swore her breasts were mere seconds from spilling out. Her small nipples were clearly visible and they struggled to poke through the constraining material. Below the bra those awesome abs and a cute innie belly button were showing off her soft but flat stomach where a diamond belly button piercing glittered. The set of abs that were between that bra and those shorts were nothing short of spectacular. I could hook myself up to a sit-up machine (if such a thing existed) and stay on it the rest of my life and I wouldn’t have abs HALF as perfect as she has! My God I lost count of the number of “packs”! Below her sexy tummy, a pair of black yoga pants stuck to her legs like paint, covering her bare skin but hiding nothing of their shape, the muscle development. The her thicker thighs and firm ass emphasized by the skin tight fabric just added sweeter sugar to this girl’s almost honey-like body. She didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on her. I stared at her toned shoulders and upper back muscles and even the slightest movement caused the flexing of a muscle or group of muscles. Her triceps were well developed and when she flexed her arms her biceps were quite evident, not large but with that firm, sinewy look. She was quite simply, very imposing. She was strikingly attractive and it was hard to find anything about her that wasn’t beautiful, perfect. I can be honest enough and say I was so fucking aroused by her physical presence and feelings of desire just flowed through me. And when I say flow, I mean FLOW! She was simply breath taking and damn if I didn’t want her!
I took a long, slow deep breath and began walking over to the ring behind Sam. I couldn’t believe I was doing this! I have seen this girl fight and I am SO FAR out of my league it’s not funny! I watched her a few nights ago and she was take another girl APART! What is Joe thinking? WHAT AM I THINKING? My nerves began to get the best of me as I could feel my arms and hands begin to tremble! We got to the ring apron and suddenly I felt this almost savage churning in my stomach and I was hit instantly by nausea with the intensity I had never felt before! My stomach churned and my head was now spinning, ALONG WITH THE ROOM! I felt sick at my stomach and I knew I had better act quickly. I immediately ran for a rest room over in the corner and practically DOVE into a stall! Before I knew it I was on my hand and knees praying to a porcelain god and PUKING MY GUTS UP!!!! I finished “Unloading” myself, sat on my knees a few moments as I flushed the toilet and placed my hands on my face, my elbows resting on the edge of the toilet seat. I slowly got to my feet and walked over and bent over at the sink and began washing my hands and face, splashing the cool cold water over my face as I tried to snap out of it and regain my composure. I leaned over the sink and just breathed deeply for a few minutes. I then reached over and grabbed some paper towels and begin drying my face and mouth, looking in the mirror over the bunched up, wadded up towels that were pressed to my face. I closed my eyes a moment and then finally opened them, tossing the towels in the trash. I took a final look in the mirror, bit my lower lips and walked from the rest room, blinking, shaking my head.
I walked back to the ring apron, my apprehension growing exponentially with each step. I crawled under the bottom rope and over the ring apron onto the canvas. I stood up and as soon as I raised my eyes up I was facing HER.
Joe spoke. “Harper, meet Samantha, Samantha…Harper!”
I reached out and took her hand in mine to shake and I felt her almost voce-like grip squeeze my hand until the blood left it and moved its way up my arm. I took my hand back and turned and shook it back and forth to get some feeling back in it! Looking at Joe as I mouthed a choice word! “SHIT!!!”
Her eyes met mine again and she asked me “Are you up for this” “I sure could use the work” “And from the looks of you, you could use some extra work yourself!” She chuckled after she poke those last words, which seemed to disarm me a moment.
And then she showed that “smile”. You know the one, we’ve all seen it. It’s the one the spider gave the fly before “she” devoured it. The one the “predator” gives to its prey before she leads it back to her lair. I looked at her and before I had a chance to think I just blurted out
“Well, I hope I can help you work off some of that BIG ASS of yours”
And as soon as I said it I just KNEW I had screwed up again!! God Harper, YOU AND YOUR MOUTH!! DOH! Samantha just gave me a “look”, gave me one of those sexy, quizzical head tilts and simply said….”Lets get started, shall we?”
Then she WINKED! I knew I was in deep shit then!
I said “But the gym’s about to close” and she answered back
“Not for us love”
I looked over at Joe and he was locking the front door and nodding at me as he walked over.
“Come on Harper!” “Your ready girl, now show her what you got!”
My heart was just RACING AND POUNDING NOW! I had been working so hard this past year, killing myself with daily workouts and sparring but I saw what this woman can do and the old doubts started to creep in. Joe grabbed me by both of my arms and shook me pretty hard!!
“HEY!!” “YOU CAN DO THIS!!” “I’VE SEEN YOU DO IT!!!”
“I’ll be refereeing and I’ll be watching, now lets GO!”
I took a huge deep breath and climbed up on the ring apron and slid under the bottom rope as I have a hundred times before. I stood up in my corner and extended my arms as Joe wrapped tape ever so slowly around my fingers and hands. I clenched my fists tightly as he slide the black 8 oz. Reyes gloves over my hands and began tying the laces around my wrists. Samantha already had her gloves on and she was shadow boxing in her corner, her long dark hair tied back in a pony tail as she turned and began slamming her leather clad fists into the padded ring post. Grunting out loud with each movement, her elegant athletic torso turning into each punch as the ring vibrated as her gloves slammed into the padding! Ring ropes vibrating like large rubber bands! Joe finished lacing my gloves up and he stepped back and looked at me, smiling. I was wearing my white tight shorts and a white sports bra. I had forgotten one minor detail though, this white tends to try and go “transparent” when it gets wet and you can make out my hard pink nipples pretty easy thru the spandex material, as I was really sweaty from a prior workout. He winked at me and said….”Don’t worry, I won’t look
I tried to manage a chuckle but my nerves just wouldn’t let it happen. Joe walked to the center of the ring and motioned us in where we stood on either side of him, inching every closer together as I could feel her warm breath flowing across my wet facial features. Her strong, yet sensual chest, rising and falling, the imprint of her own aroused nipples so obvious against the black material. She was blinking back the salty perspiration from her large dark brown eyes. I saw the intensity in those dark eyes of hers growing, building. Her nostrils flared as Joe began giving us our instructions, the same ones I had heard countless times before. We would box 3-2 minute rounds, unless the fight was stopped for some reason before then. As he said that, she interrupted and muttered
“We WON'T be going 3 rounds”
Her dark blazing eyes were gazing into mine as she smiled a little. Then I did it again. God damn if I didn’t open my fucking mouth AGAIN!
I said “No, I DOUBT you’ll make it that long”
She threw her gorgeous head back and laughed out loud and that seemed to break some of the tension that was hanging so heavy in the air and I laughed a little myself, just not as much as her. I may have a big mouth but I am not completely stupid.
I moved back to my corner and continued to bounce lightly on my toes in my corner. It was at that moment I began to notice the wetness between my thighs and the throbbing I had felt when I had thought about her about her before during some very sleepless nights.
I leaned back against the ring post, looking over at her, my feet shuffling and suddenly I heard the bell for round 1 ring.
CLANG!!
I watched as she moved towards me...her gloved fists coming up...her tall athletic frame...so much like mine.... growing taut as I moved in closer to her.... my own arms coming up...taped fists clenched tight in my gloves.... feeling my back and shoulder muscles growing so tight...my heart pounding. We both arch our backs a bit as we circle, standing ore or less up straight in our stances.... I feel my hard erect nipples tingling...her own small pink nipples instantly growing firm...jutting from her perfectly rounded breasts and struggling to poke through her black top...my mouth dry...licking my lips feverishly....
I circle her a few times.... us both feinting with our long left arms.... gloves popping together as we block each other’s tentative left jabs.... I twist and feint with my right and I suddenly stepped in hard with my left foot and snapped her head back with my long lethal left jab! Popping her flush in the face TWICE! Her dark brown ponytail flying and swishing from side to side as her head snaps back! My teeth gritting so tight, almost feeling them wanting to shatter as I watch her eyes blink several times and begin to tear up...her face contorting as she quickly rights herself after stepping back a step and quickly counters my steps with her own! Her own left glove snapping out from her shoulder and hitting me flush in the mouth hard! My dark hair flying back! My eyes seeing brief intense flashes! Shaking my head from side to side and blinking a few times from the sting and the pain!....immediately tasting the blood between my lips and the trickle over my cut lower one...seeing her own nose now bleeding from a nostril. We both keep our gloves up as we circle each other slowly.... in fairly close proximity.... gloves almost touching...perspiration beginning to streak down our heaving chests and backs...our pony tails wet and matted as they dangle down along the curvature of our spines...our small hard biceps rounding up with our cocked arms. Then...I felt it...the wetness between my thighs...the throbbing of my clit and I just kept saying to myself 'FUCK HARPER!! YOU'RE IN A FIGHT BITCH!" "FOCUS!" "FOCUS!"
I drop my left shoulder as I step into her quickly...her right glove whizzing over my head as she telegraphed an overhand right! I drop down and drive my left glove HARD right at the waistband of her yoga pants below her navel!!...Twisting it as it smacks hard into her wet muscled abs…my glove hitting those taut muscled abs with a loud smack against her wet skin! Hearing her grunt and gasp as the air left her lungs and flowed over her sensual full lips! Twisting my body back to the right in one fluid movement as I begin to straighten my tall frame up...uncoiling my right arm! Right shoulder muscles releasing! Whistling my right glove hard across her chin! Her head twisting to the side violently as my glove drives across her chin! Watching her stagger then drop to her knees! Shaking her head! Gloves on her thighs.... as a faint red trickle begin to appear from the corner of her mouth.
OH MY FUCKING GOD!! I KNOCKED HER DOWN!! HOLY SHIT!!
Perspiration adds almost a glow against my skin as I step back from delivering the solid 1-2 combo, stepping out of her range, crouching carefully, protecting my stomach forearms up. I try and hold in my excitement but I can feel myself doing a “happy dance” on my toes and I know I might have gone too far when I look over at Joe. He is making a motion to me with his right hand, running it horizontally across his throat in a “slit throat” fashion and I realize he is motioning for me to cool it! OH GOD! I take a few deep breaths and leave my feet planted on the ring canvas, biting down on my mouthpiece and waiting.
I watch as she looks up and glares…those dark eyes burning a hole through mine and at that moment I felt like I was looking into some force unknown to me…
CLANG!!!
The bell sounded to end the round and she quickly got to her feet and stepped back to her corner, plopping on her stool, her anger obvious as she pounded her gloves on her thighs, letting out a scream in frustration. I went back and sat on my stool, wincing at the pain from my cut lips, the taste of blood still fresh on my lips. Joe came over and kneeled in front of me, wiping my lips and placing his hands on my shoulders, looking in my eyes.
“Where the FUCK did that come from?”
“You were MOTHER FUCKING AMAZING!”
I tried to manage a smile at him and winced.
“You’re not the one with the SPLIT LIP DAMMIT!!”
He laughed and wiped my lips again, then held the plastic bottle of water up and placed the tube between my lips as I let them part and he squeezed some in my wanting mouth. God that tasted good! I didn’t realize how much I needed that!
He rubbed my shoulders and placed his hand under my chin and lifted it up, looking in my eyes again and speaking.
“Stay out away from her just like you have! Use that left, move your feet, make her work!” “OK?” “NOW GO GET HER!”
I looked at him and muttered “Easy for you to say!”
CLANG!!!!
The bell ringing for round 2 echoed through my head as I slowly got up, biting down on my mouth piece, seeing her tall athletic frame get up from her stool as we moved to the center of the ring and began our almost ritualistic dance. Circling each other at arms length, left gloves pawing, jabbing, gloves popping together, the sounds of our feet shuffling on the ring canvas and out gasps of breath the only sounds audible.
I saw what I thought was an opening and unloaded my left jab from my shoulder when like a blur she dropped down lower in her crouch, her right coming up, deflecting my left SO EASILY!
Then it happened…. all I remember is feeling the air leaving my lungs as HER LEFT SLAMMED INTO MY ABS just below my breasts!! My gloves came down instinctively and then.........GUUUUUHHHHH!!!!.... her right glove DROVE LIKE A HAMMER across my chin!!! MY BODY TWISTED to the side with the blow and I staggered a few steps and fell to my knees, then finally to all fours as all I saw were streaming lights, flashes, a kaleidoscope of colors as my head hung between my arms. The taste of blood fresh again on my lips and a very fine red stream of a mixture of blood and saliva streaming to the canvas below my head. The only sounds I heard was Joe counting out loud, listening to the slow count in my spinning, throbbing head.
1….2……3…….4……5….
Shoving myself to my knees with all my strength but my legs not wanting to uncoil under me…..
6…..7….
TO BE CONTINUED
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Fantastic! Great follow up and can't wait to see what's to come!
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Thanks everyone for the wonderful comments! You have set the bar high for me for Chapter 3 but I am about done with it and I hope you enjoy it when I roll it out :)
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Amazing,
Now every time I look at the ring in my gym I'm going to be thinking of this match grrr
Just something minor from someone who fights-
Sparring is done in 16 oz gloves, then you fight in 10 oz gloves. That way you don't get hurt in day to day training.
Two women sparring in 8 oz gloves is crazy, no one is going to spar you in 8 oz gloves.
Still a fantastic story and sexy as hell. Bring on chapter 3
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Yes greg....that's true...
But I think it's pretty obvious this was more than just a normal "sparring session". Its far from that. The locking of the door...all by themselves in private. This was never intended to be anything conventional.
I probably should have elaborated on that in Chapter 2 but I decided that the reason (s) for several things would be revealed in Chapter 3.
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That's the way to leave us wanting more! Counting down to the next chapter .....
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Fantastic work! You instantly identify with Harper as you're put in her shoes while she narrates the fight witnessed at the start. That builds a great empathy for the character as you're sharing the same emotions she has so when she's thrown into the deep end in that sparing session you're instantly drawn to root for her and dare I say, fear for her? against who is unquestionably a tough opponent in unusual circumstances.
A great story well told! Can't wait for the conclusion :)
x G x
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Another great story with tons of momentum. I'm glad to be catching up with all these wonderful works. Harper's an interesting character lol.
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It is good story indeed *wonders what other story lines she has in store for future*
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I then began rubbing my crotch feverishly, panting as I almost felt as if I were hyperventilating! I didn’t even take the time to pull my slacks down I was so aroused! I didn’t care about the wetness or the mess! It didn't take long for my excited clit to just give way and I had an orgasm unlike any I had ever had before. I came so hard and couldn't stop shaking for what seemed like an eternity, while letting out with a scream from deep inside of me!
Apart from the hot fight, these descriptions of you as the watcher perfectly mirrors mine as a reader .... hot, hotter, EXPLOSIVE! ;D ::) ;)
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The following are both Chapters 1 and 2 of my continuing series. I wanted to include them all together as I left a sort of a cliffhanger at the end of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 is posted at the end with some final thoughts
Harper's Awakening
Ok, I admit it. While I like to think of myself as one, I am not a fighter really. My name is Harper and actually, I am in pretty decent shape physically...5' 9", 142 lbs., yada yada.... I’m not as good as I think I am however. I have always lacked some in the confidence area. Like most women, I have not been doing a lot of real fighting, although I have been the recipient of a couple of beat downs at the hands...or should I say the “very hard fists”…. of a few other girls when I let my mouth get in the way of my better judgment. I have also won a few, which I guess keeps me going and has made me think I was better than what I was. That and the conditioning I have received as a result of my recent hard work, has been worth it just on its own. This last time I lost though was the last fucking straw and I had decided to throw good sense out the window and follow my heart's desire and become a better fighter, or at the very least be able to take care of myself. I'll also admit I have always had this secret deep seeded desire to fight more. I began working out a year ago with a boxing trainer and it has unleashed feelings sensations and emotions inside of me I have never encountered before. I almost feel like I've lost control of myself in this regard and now almost feel an absolute compulsion to do this. As my physical conditioning has improved, so have my confidence and my desire to fight. Something is growing deep inside me and I felt it slowly beginning to come to the surface and I love it!
I get such a rush that comes over me when I do my boxing workout...the emotions and feelings I have when I'm moving and punching and this every increasing desire to fight another woman that way and finally prove to myself that I can do it and do it well. It is truly a sexual feeling and the emotions I am experiencing match NOTHING I have EVER FELT in my life. I am now TOTALLY POSSESSED with pushing my self emotionally and physically to the hilt!
Everything seemed to come to a head for me a few days ago. I was minding my own business, my mind kind of wandering, walking down a relatively quiet deserted block on the way back to my Manhattan apartment after spending more unreasonable hours working on a project that had to be completed that night. I was hired as an executive in large corporation right after receiving my MBA. I found the twelve to fourteen hour workdays left me little time for either socializing or exercise. After ten very intensive years, my hard driving desires allowed me to reach the top of the corporate ladder when the firm’s partners voted me to be their first female partner and Sr. VP - at the ripe old age of 35!
As I was walking to my BMW I had parked off the street in this alley that fateful night, I heard loud voices in what appeared to be some sort of argument. I continued walking down the alley and happened upon two women who were actually in the process of trying to beat each other to a pulp! It was just the two of them, the first girl I noticed was tall, looked to me early to mid-thirties, about my height and was dressed in tight jeans and a denim shirt, long dark brown hair flowing down over her shoulders. I had heard the loud voices as I was walking so I stayed back in the shadows along a wall of the alley that were created by a street lamp in order that I could watch undetected. I was not quite sure what was going on and what I was about to witness. I watched as the two women initially exchanged shoves to the chest and then watched even more intently as they both stepped back and began literally undressing. The second girl was about the same height as the first girl, blonde, and was doing most of the yapping and actually started the shoving. She had on a red silk blouse and very tight, almost painted on True Religion jeans. The tall willowy brunette took off her denim shirt, revealing a white sleeveless tee shirt that showed off her toned sinewy arm and shoulder muscles that can only come with hard work and training. Her stomach was obviously tight and flat as the tight tee shirt left little to the imagination. Her features were rather striking and she could have probably passed for a model but then she raised her arms up in a boxer's stance and curled her hands into tight fists, there was little doubt in my mind that she had a pretty good idea what she was doing. The blonde girl removed her red silk blouse, revealing a pink sports bra underneath. As she raised her arms up and cocked them at the elbows, you could see her small hard biceps form up and the sinewy nature of her upper arms and forearms showed she was a girl who was in good condition and probably had a pretty good idea what she was doing too. I wondered to myself what precipitated all this. Did they know one another? A lover’s quarrel perhaps? Was it perhaps a disagreement at the office? All sorts of things can run through your mind late at night when you’re exhausted I guess. As the two women face off, I have to admit at that exact moment I was so aroused that I could hear my heart pounding against my chest in the silence of the night air, my breathing becoming more shallow and rapid and the moisture between my thighs growing by the second. I was growing more and more aroused and my wetness was spreading rapidly, the pulsating sensations deep in my loins beginning to take me over in ways I had not felt in a long time. I just couldn’t believe at first how this scene was affecting me, although to be honest, I should have, knowing how I am and how I feel deep inside. All I knew was I was not going move...I WAS GOING TO WATCH! I felt a little like a voyeur but I didn’t care.
The two women circled each other for a few seconds, sometimes feinting with their extended left arms. Then suddenly, they just seemed to explode on one another as both lashed out with left jabs flying from each girl simultaneously! Both then bobbed and weaved, shoulders dropping as they both landed blows to each other’s body. The brunette then drove her left fist hard into the blonde’s abs and just as quickly in one fluid motion she drove her right fist hard across the blonde's jaw! I could hear the crack as the brunette’s knuckles hit against the blonde’s jaw! The blonde let out a loud moan and then a “whoosh” from her mouth as the air was forced from her lungs and out over her trembling lips. She staggered back a few steps after letting out a loud yelp and threw her arms up almost over her head in a defensive type of maneuver. The brunette stepped in and moved at her but for some reason, at that moment, didn’t press her advantage. What I did noticed was a smile coming over her lips as her eyes widened, as if she sensed she had her prey cornered and she wasn’t going to let her go. The blonde slowly began to right herself and brought her arms back up in her fighting stance although she seemed very shaky and unsure. I could see the fear in her eyes now and you can bet the brunette saw the same thing. The women began to circle each other again and the brunette snapped her left fist out at the blonde’s head, the punch literally shooting from her left shoulder in a blur, the sound of her knuckles cracking into the blonde’s chin echoing throughout the alley, her head snapping back violently! The blonde’s face contorted as her long blonde hair flew forward on either side of her head! Her head snapped back so quickly and violently that her hair was literally left behind as if moving in slow motion in contrast to her head. She staggered back a few steps and fell against the wall behind her, grunting out as her back slammed into the hard bricks.
The blonde brought her arms up and blocked a second left fist from the brunette. She wasn’t ready for the unexpected kick to the stomach that the brunette unloaded on her tummy following the punches! The blonde screamed out and doubled over! The brunette’ kick appeared to have knocked the wind out of the blonde and she slammed into the wall behind her, then slid along the wall over to a corner where the brunette was on her like a cat and began throwing a flurry of punches, this time several breaking through the blonde's guard. A right cross, left hook, right jab, left jab, right hook, left cross!! The onslaught continued as the blonde’s head violently snapped back several times and then side to side! Then blonde then wisely lunged out and reached and wrapped her arms around the brunette, pulling her in tight to her body and clinching her. The blonde still had some life left in her as suddenly drove her knee up into the brunette’s midsection!! The brunette’s knee came up quickly in response as they both pounded each other’s abs while holding each other in an almost death grip! Each impact of a knee resulting in a loud grunt from the respective woman’s lips! Each body lurching up almost lifted up by the impact! The brunette finally broke out of the clinch after each had landed a few knees successfully and stepped back as the blonde fell back and leaned against the brick wall behind her. The brunette bent over at the waist…coughing…breathing heavily as she rested her hands on her thighs.
The brunette stepped back another step to keep a distance between her and her blond adversary. She rubbed her beaten abs, grimacing in pain as she desperately tried to recover from the onslaught. Then after a few more seconds, the brunette suddenly straightened up and turned and twisted her tall athletic frame to the side and drove her right leg up hard in a sidekick type motion into the blonde’s abs!! The blonde had just stepped away from the wall and still had her arms at her sides, her features showing the agonizing pain running through her body. Her eyes widened and her face contorted in agony as the brunette’s foot drove hard into her body, her lips emitting a loud grunt as the air again left her lungs! Her features showing the instant of her body’s immediate longing for a breath as she was then hurled backwards by the force of the kick, her back hitting the wall behind her as another loud grunt flowed over her lips. It was a brutal kick and the brunette pressed her advantage. She stepped forward and launched two punches, a quick jab with her left fist, the other a right cross. Both landed and the blonde’s head thrust back violently, hitting the wall behind her. I could see the blood coming from the blonde’s nose and her appeared to have a cut above her right eye. Even in this rather dimly lit alley, I could see the thin red stream already trickling down along her right cheek. The blonde, maybe out of instinct or some sense of self-preservation, threw a wild right from almost over her head that connected with the brunette’s mouth! The brunette’s head snapped back and she stumbled back a few steps, shaking her head and screaming out in what seemed more like anger than pain! I could see the brunette’s lower lip was split and the red stream coming down over her chin. The blonde lurched forward from the force of her punch and fell to the pavement on all fours. She lay there on all fours, moaning…coughing.
The brunette didn’t waste any time and launched a kick with her long right leg into the blondes left rib cage! The blonde’s body was literally lifted up off the ground by the impact of the kick as she cut loose with a loud scream, followed by a low groan as she crumpled to the pavement.
My own mouth dropped open in amazement at what I'd just seen! My own thighs twitched while my heart was pounding so hard I felt up in my throat I as so aroused! I couldn't believe that it could all be over that fast! The brunette kept yelling down at the blonde to get up and kept motioning her up with her right arm, but the blonde seemed to be moving in slow motion and looked as if she had had enough and wanted no more of it. She raised her right hand up and whimpered to the brunette standing over her "ENOUGH...OH GOD PLEASE...NO MORE!" The brunette drew her right fist back and then reached down with her left hand and grabbed a handful of the blondes long silky hair, wrapping it around her fingers and at almost the same time pulling up hard on the blonde's head. The blonde let out an almost blood curdling scream and threw her hands up in front of her already bloodied face and began whimpering and crying even more...pleading with the brunette not to hit her again!
I watched as the brunette released the blonde’s hair and lowered her tightly clenched right fist. I could see her features so clearly in the in the moonlight and I noted an almost sadistic smirk coming over the brunettes face as the blonde kept begging her not to hit her again. I could tell at that moment she was a woman who was confident in her abilities and one I hoped I'd never have to meet in a dark alley. I slowly backed out of the alley the way I came and made my way around to my car, my head still spinning at what I had just witnessed. I sat in my car a few moments, my head resting back against the seat. My arousal hadn't abated at all and my heart was still pounding against my chest. I let my right hand slide over and press against my crotch, as my clit was still pulsating and spasming. The throbbing was killing me and I had to do something! I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip and pressed my palm tighter to my crotch. I then began rubbing my crotch feverishly, panting as I almost felt as if I were hyperventilating! I didn’t even take the time to pull my slacks down I was so aroused! I didn’t care about the wetness or the mess! It didn't take long for my excited clit to just give way and I had an orgasm unlike any I had ever had before. I came so hard and couldn't stop shaking for what seemed like an eternity, while letting out with a scream from deep inside of me! Needless to say the drive to the apartment was more pleasant than it had been in months.
The next day was an especially rough one at the office. It started early at 500 am and went to 700 pm so when I left work and was headed to the gym I was really ready for a hard workout to try and help me unwind. I was going to be working with my boxing trainer that night and was anxious to "tee off" on the heavy bag. I was hoping I might even spar with someone because the thought of actually hitting someone seemed to give me some extra energy, almost a “second wind of excitement”. I also couldn’t help but have what I saw last night still vivid in my memory. I couldn’t shake the emotions, the feelings and sensations. Part of me wished I were that brunette, as I honestly admired her. I didn’t feel the least bit bad about it either.
I was pounding away at the heavy bag, my trainer holding the bag and spotting it for me as I slammed my leather clad fists first down low and then up high in the bag! Working on combinations and hand speed as I felt the burn in my upper back and shoulder muscles! My bag gloves landing each time with a loud POP as leather exploded against leather, my trainer imploring me to punch faster and faster!! My heart pounding as my torso twisted from side to side, pivoting at my trim waistline. I blinked back the stinging salty perspiration from my eyes, gritting my teeth as I was making hitting this bag something way more than personal at this point. The bag WAS THE BLONDE! I WAS THE BRUNETTE! My torso was streaked with perspiration as I had been working out on the bag close to twenty minutes, my trainer continuing to shout encouragement to me, telling me “FASTER!! FASTER!! HIT THE DAMN THING HARPER!!!” My arms felt like they were made out of LEAD they felt SO HEAVY! I was grunting out more loudly now with each punch and I wanted to just DRIVE MY FISTS through that bag and TAKE OUT MY TRAINER I WAS SO SICK of listening to him YELLING at me!
Suddenly I saw my trainer let go of the bag and step back, his eyes opening wider as they were no longer looking AT ME, but over MY SHOULDER. I stopped my punching and turned and looked over my shoulder and my mouth dropped open and nearly hit the floor. Standing there behind me, her arms folded across her chest, WAS THE BRUNETTE I saw in the alley last night! I turned and searched for the words but my lower lip only quivered and my voice was silent, in spite of my efforts to the contrary.
Was this a dream, or was it a nightmare?
CONTINUE IN CHAPTER 2
Chapter 2 - Harper’s Awakening
My heart leapt up in my throat as my eyes met those of the brunette from the alley. Her large dark eyes almost seemed to look THROUGH ME and not at my body and me felt like it had been lifted up off the floor with a sensation I can’t quite explain. I hadn’t seen eyes such as those in my life. There was an intensity that sent a shiver up my spine. I suppose that was just how she was but then I heard her speak as she talked past me to my trainer.
“Joe!” “Where have you been?” “I’ve been wanting to work with you dammit!!” Then it hit me, my trainer was a veteran of all this, had trained so many so the fact that he had worked with her was no surprise.
Joe smiled and replied “Samantha!” “My God I haven’t seen you in months!”
The brunette walked around me and our shoulders briefly brushed. She was more imposing in person, seemingly taller and with a smile I sure never saw last night in that alley! Our eyes met for a brief instant and her scent lingered in the air and the thin film of perspiration that coated her tanned skin rubbed off on my shoulder. She hugged Joe and they laughed and told a few jokes, as old friends who have been apart for a time are prone to do. Being this close to her a lot more things were evident, such as her physical condition, which was about to become even more evident
I watched as she and Joe went over and he spotted a heavy bag for her and she proceeded to work on it, her fists moving at an even faster speed than last night as her bare knuckles popped repeatedly into the leather covered bag. Her tall athletic frame twisting with each punch and in perfect sync with her fists, a loud grunt following every loud impact of her fists hitting that bag. I watched in awe as she moved around the heavy bag, her fists hitting high and then low. This went on for about 20 minutes and I watched again, mesmerized. She finally stopped and wrapped her arms around the bag, gripping it tightly to get torso laying her wet cheek against it. Her long dark brown ponytail was wet…matted and almost plastered to her exquisite upper back muscles and down along the contour of her spine. She had a shape and a form I seldom have ever seen, but it was so much more than that. This raven-haired beauty had me fully and completely in her spell, and she didn’t even know me.
I began walking back to the locker room to shower and change when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my Trainer, Joe.
“Hey Harpy, I need a sparring partner for someone if you’re interested”
I looked at him smiled weakly, responding sarcastically “Oh fantastic!” Another blonde newbie housewife working on her fat ass?” “Great!” I was stunned that I answered him in that tone as he tilted his head and looked at me quizzically and I rolled my own eyes back in my head and shook it from side to side.
I then looked back at him and whispered back “I’m sorry Joe, sheesh, who do you want me to fight?”
He looked at me and then raised his right arm and pointed up into the far ring next to the large glass window off Main Street and spoke in that old gruff voice.
“How about her?”
I turned and looked and what I saw made my heart leap up into my throat and my pulse nearly doubling! I suddenly felt as if a MAC truck driving at full speed had hit me and I was being drug under it as it just kept going! Standing in the ring, pounding her gloves together and pacing like a predator cat, WAS THE BRUNETTE! YES! THE VERY SAME BRUNETTE! GOD DAMN!!!
She was wearing a tight (No…I mean …TIGHT!) black sports bra. Two grapefruit shaped tits pushed up off her chest and barely appeared to sag, stretching out the spandex material so much that you swore her breasts were mere seconds from spilling out. Her small nipples were clearly visible and they struggled to poke through the constraining material. Below the bra those awesome abs and a cute innie belly button were showing off her soft but flat stomach where a diamond belly button piercing glittered. The set of abs that were between that bra and those shorts were nothing short of spectacular. I could hook myself up to a sit-up machine (if such a thing existed) and stay on it the rest of my life and I wouldn’t have abs HALF as perfect as she has! My God I lost count of the number of “packs”! Below her sexy tummy, a pair of black yoga pants stuck to her legs like paint, covering her bare skin but hiding nothing of their shape, the muscle development. The her thicker thighs and firm ass emphasized by the skin tight fabric just added sweeter sugar to this girl’s almost honey-like body. She didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on her. I stared at her toned shoulders and upper back muscles and even the slightest movement caused the flexing of a muscle or group of muscles. Her triceps were well developed and when she flexed her arms her biceps were quite evident, not large but with that firm, sinewy look. She was quite simply, very imposing. She was strikingly attractive and it was hard to find anything about her that wasn’t beautiful, perfect. I can be honest enough and say I was so fucking aroused by her physical presence and feelings of desire just flowed through me. And when I say flow, I mean FLOW! She was simply breath taking and damn if I didn’t want her!
I took a long, slow deep breath and began walking over to the ring behind Sam. I couldn’t believe I was doing this! I have seen this girl fight and I am SO FAR out of my league it’s not funny! I watched her a few nights ago and she was take another girl APART! What is Joe thinking? WHAT AM I THINKING? My nerves began to get the best of me as I could feel my arms and hands begin to tremble! We got to the ring apron and suddenly I felt this almost savage churning in my stomach and I was hit instantly by nausea with the intensity I had never felt before! My stomach churned and my head was now spinning, ALONG WITH THE ROOM! I felt sick at my stomach and I knew I had better act quickly. I immediately ran for a rest room over in the corner and practically DOVE into a stall! Before I knew it I was on my hand and knees praying to a porcelain god and puking my GUTS UP!!!! I finished “Unloading” myself, sat on my knees a few moments as I flushed the toilet and placed my hands on my face, my elbows resting on the edge of the toilet seat. I slowly got to my feet and walked over and bent over at the sink and began washing my hands and face, splashing the cool cold water over my face as I tried to snap out of it and regain my composure. I leaned over the sink and just breathed deeply for a few minutes. I then reached over and grabbed some paper towels and begin drying my face and mouth, looking in the mirror over the bunched up, wadded up towels that were pressed to my face. I closed my eyes a moment and then finally opened them, tossing the towels in the trash. I took a final look in the mirror, bit my lower lips and walked from the restroom, blinking, shaking my head.
I walked back to the ring apron, my apprehension growing exponentially with each step. I crawled under the bottom rope and over the ring apron onto the canvas. I stood up and as soon as I raised my eyes up I was facing HER.
Joe spoke. “Harper, meet Samantha, Samantha…Harper!”
I reached out and took her hand in mine to shake and I felt her almost voce-like grip squeeze my hand until the blood left it and moved its way up my arm. I took my hand back and turned and shook it back and forth to get some feeling back in it! Looking at Joe as I mouthed a choice word! “SHIT!!!”
Her eyes met mine again and she asked me “Are you up for this” “I sure could use the work” “And from the looks of you, you could use some extra work yourself!” She chuckled after she poke those last words, which seemed to disarm me a moment.
And then she showed that “smile”. You know the one, we’ve all seen it. It’s the one the spider gave the fly before “she” devoured it. The one the “predator” gives to its prey before she leads it back to her lair. I looked at her and before I had a chance to think I just blurted out
“Well, I hope I can help you work off some of that big ass of yours”
And as soon as I said it I just KNEW I had screwed up again!! God Harper, YOU AND YOUR MOUTH!! DOH! Samantha just gave me a “look”, gave me one of those sexy, quizzical head tilts and simply said….”Lets get started, shall we?”
Then she WINKED! I knew I was in deep shit then!
I said “But the gym’s about to close” and she answered back
“Not for us love”
I looked over at Joe and he was locking the front door and nodding at me as he walked over.
“Come on Harper!” “Your ready girl, now show her what you got!”
My heart was just RACING AND POUNDING NOW! I had been working so hard this past year, killing myself with daily workouts and sparring but I saw what this woman can do and the old doubts started to creep in. Joe grabbed me by both of my arms and shook me pretty hard!!
“HEY!!” “YOU CAN DO THIS!!” “I’VE SEEN YOU DO IT!!!”
“I’ll be refereeing and I’ll be watching, now lets GO!”
I took a huge deep breath and climbed up on the ring apron and slid under the bottom rope as I have a hundred times before. I stood up in my corner and extended my arms as Joe wrapped tape ever so slowly around my fingers and hands. I clenched my fists tightly as he slide the black 8 oz. Reyes gloves over my hands and began tying the laces around my wrists. Samantha already had her gloves on and she was shadow boxing in her corner, her long dark hair tied back in a pony tail as she turned and began slamming her leather clad fists into the padded ring post. Grunting out loud with each movement, her elegant athletic torso turning into each punch as the ring vibrated as her gloves slammed into the padding! Ring ropes vibrating like large rubber bands! Joe finished lacing my gloves up and he stepped back and looked at me, smiling. I was wearing my white tight shorts and a white sports bra. I had forgotten one minor detail though, this white tends to try and go “transparent” when it gets wet and you can make out my hard pink nipples pretty easy thru the spandex material, as I was really sweaty from a prior workout. He winked at me and said….”Don’t worry, I won’t look”
I tried to manage a chuckle but my nerves just wouldn’t let it happen. Joe walked to the center of the ring and motioned us in where we stood on either side of him, inching every closer together as I could feel her warm breath flowing across my wet facial features. Her strong, yet sensual chest, rising and falling, the imprint of her own aroused nipples so obvious against the black material. She was blinking back the salty perspiration from her large dark brown eyes. Her nostrils flared as Joe began giving us our instructions, the same ones I had heard countless times before. We would box 3-2 minute rounds, unless the fight was stopped for some reason before then. As he said that, she interrupted and muttered
“We won’t be going 3 rounds”
Her dark blazing eyes were gazing into mine as she smiled a little. Then I did it again. God damn if I didn’t open my fucking mouth AGAIN!
I said “No, I DOUBT you’ll make it that long”
She threw her gorgeous head back and laughed out loud and that seemed to break some of the tension that was hanging so heavy in the air and I laughed a little myself, just not as much as her. I may have a big mouth but I am not completely stupid.
I moved back to my corner and continued to bounce lightly on my toes in my corner. It was at that moment I began to notice the wetness between my thighs and the throbbing I had felt when I had thought about her about her before during some very sleepless nights.
I leaned back against the ring post, looking over at her, my feet shuffling and suddenly I heard the bell for round 1 ring.
CLANG!!
I watched as she moved towards me...her gloved fists coming up...her tall athletic frame...so much like mine.... growing taut as I moved in closer to her.... my own arms coming up...taped fists clenched tight in my gloves.... feeling my back and shoulder muscles growing so tight...my heart pounding. We both arch our backs a bit as we circle, standing ore or less up straight in our stances.... I feel my hard erect nipples tingling...her own small pink nipples instantly growing firm...jutting from her perfectly rounded breasts and struggling to poke thru her black top...my mouth dry...licking my lips feverishly....
I circle her a few times.... us both feinting with our long left arms.... gloves popping together as we block each other’s tentative left jabs.... I twist and feint with my right and I suddenly stepped in hard with my left foot and snapped her head back with my long lethal left jab! Popping her flush in the face TWICE! Her dark brown ponytail flying and swishing from side to side as her head snaps back! My teeth gritting so tight, almost feeling them wanting to shatter as I watch her eyes blink several times and begin to tear up...her face contorting as she quickly rights herself after stepping back a step and quickly counters my steps with her own! Her own left glove snapping out from her shoulder and hitting me flush in the mouth hard! My dark hair flying back! My eyes seeing brief intense flashes! Shaking my head from side to side and blinking a few times from the sting and the pain!....immediately tasting the blood between my lips and the trickle over my cut lower one...seeing her own nose now bleeding from a nostril. We both keep our gloves up as we circle each other slowly.... in fairly close proximity.... gloves almost touching...perspiration beginning to streak down our heaving chests and backs...our pony tails wet and matted as they dangle down along the curvature of our spines...our small hard biceps rounding up with our cocked arms.
I drop my left shoulder as I step into her quickly...her right glove whizzing over my head as she telegraphed an overhand right! I drop down and drive my left glove HARD right at the waistband of her yoga pants below her navel!!...Twisting it as it smacks hard into her wet muscled abs…my glove hitting those taut muscled abs with a loud smack against her wet skin! Hearing her grunt and gasp as the air left her lungs and flowed over her sensual full lips! Twisting my body back to the right in one fluid movement as I begin to straighten my tall frame up...uncoiling my right arm! Right shoulder muscles releasing! Whistling my right glove hard across her chin! Her head twisting to the side violently as my glove drives across her chin! Watching her stagger then drop to her knees! Shaking her head! Gloves on her thighs.... as a faint red trickle begin to appear from the corner of her mouth.
OH MY FUCKING GOD!! I KNOCKED HER DOWN!! HOLY SHIT!!
Perspiration adds almost a glow against my skin as I step back from delivering the solid 1-2 combo, stepping out of her range, crouching carefully, protecting my stomach forearms up. I try and hold in my excitement but I can feel myself doing a “happy dance” on my toes and I know I might have gone too far when I look over at Joe. He is making a motion to me with his right hand, running it horizontally across his throat in a “slit throat” fashion and I realize he is motioning for me to cool it! OH GOD! I take a few deep breaths and leave my feet planted on the ring canvas, biting down on my mouthpiece and waiting.
I watch as she looks up and glares…those dark eyes burning a hole through mine and at that moment I felt like I was looking into some force unknown to me…
CLANG!!!
The bell sounded to end the round and she quickly got to her feet and stepped back to her corner, plopping on her stool, her anger obvious as she pounded her gloves on her thighs, letting out a scream in frustration. I went back and sat on my stool, wincing at the pain from my cut lips, the taste of blood still fresh on my lips. Joe came over and kneeled in front of me, wiping my lips and placing his hands on my shoulders, looking in my eyes.
“Where the FUCK did that come from?”
“You were AMAZING!”
I tried to manage a smile at him and winced.
“You’re not the one with the SPLIT LIP DAMMIT!!”
He laughed and wiped my lips again, then held the plastic bottle of water up and placed the tube between my lips as I let them part and he squeezed some in my wanting mouth. God that tasted good! I didn’t realize how much I needed that!
He rubbed my shoulders and placed his hand under my chin and lifted it up, looking in my eyes again and speaking.
“Stay out away from her just like you have! Use that left, move your feet, make her work!” “OK?” “NOW GO GET HER!”
I looked at him and muttered “Easy for you to say”
CLANG!!!!
The bell ringing for round 2 echoed through my head as I slowly got up, biting down on my mouth piece, seeing her tall athletic frame get up from her stool as we moved to the center of the ring and we began our almost ritualistic dance. Circling each other at arms length, left gloves pawing, jabbing, gloves popping together, the sounds of our feet shuffling on the ring canvas and out gasps of breath the only sounds audible.
I saw what I thought was an opening and unloaded my left jab from my shoulder when like a blur she dropped down lower in her crouch, her right coming up, deflecting my left SO EASILY!
Then it happened…. all I remember is feeling the air leaving my lungs as her left PLOWED into my abs just below my breasts!! My gloves came down and her right drove like a hammer across my chin!!! My body twisted to the side with the blow and I staggered a few steps and fell to my knees, then to all fours as all I saw were lights, flashes, a kaleidoscope of colors as my head hung between my arms. The only sounds I heard was Joe counting out loud, listening to the slow count in my spinning, throbbing head.
1….2……3…….4……5….
Shoving myself to my knees with all my strength but my legs not wanting to uncoil under me…..
6…..7….
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 3
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This is Chapter 3 of my continuing series “Harper’s Awakening” I thank those who have encouraged me to continue the series and I hope you enjoy this latest installment. I also want to thank those who I asked permission to use their names and include in the story. It is to those special to me that I dedicate this. Thank you Harper and Samantha :)
On here...that dedication would be to two who keep telling me I am way better than what I think......Megan and Sarah.....thank you both :)
As always, any comments are encouraged and appreciated, whether they are cheers or jeers. I’m not Will Shakespeare and I am sure he would turn over in his grave if he read my work. Then again, maybe Will would smile a little and tell me to keep it up. I hope so ☺
Chapter 3 – Harper’s Awakening
I shake my head one more time as I feel the fog begin to lift in my brain and I grit my teeth tightly…telling myself there was NO WAY I was letting this bitch beat me like this...my long legs begin to uncoil under me as I push myself up off my knees…
8………9…
My legs finally straightening…. my knees a little wobbly but in a strange way I feel fine as Joe comes over and grabs both my gloves and shakes them a little, looking into my eyes and asking me if I was OK…did I want to continue?
I looked at him and scream. “Get the FUCK out of my face!” “I’M FINE GOD DAMMIT!!!”
Joe looks at me and grins, “Yeah I can tell Killer” “Wanna spit some of that blood up in this bucket?”
I look over at Samantha and I smile and yell out “Didn’t hurt a bit BITCH!!” "YOU HIT LIKE A GIRL!!"
I spit a mixture of blood and saliva into the plastic bucket and raise my eyes to Joe's as he just winks at me, shakes his head and mutters "Hits like a girl??" and slaps me on the thigh.
Yeah I know, pretty stupid of me to say but hey! I’m NOT DONE JUST YET, I may get KILLED but she is going to know she was in a fight! I raise my gloves up, my fists tightly clenched in the leather mitts. I begin circling her from left to right again, blinking through the salty stinging perspiration trickling into my eyes. I see her eyes lighting up, I see the confidence in her growing, but what she doesn’t know is I know I CAN HANDLE HER NOW! I took her best shot and I’m still standing! “SHE ISN’T SO TOUGH!” I thought to myself. I’m NOT GOING TO LAY DOWN FOR HER!!
I quickly step in and feint a few lefts at her face, stopping the jabs just short each time as I dance in and out on my toes in my own sort of little ballet, my aggressiveness seemingly surprising her as her eyes reveal her confusion as she steps back, almost stumbling! I sense it’s my time and I DRIVE IN and SHOVE HARD off my back right foot and land on my left as I snap off my own left jab!! But I have a surprise for her as I PURPOSELY whistle the jab over her left shoulder and just by her head, my left glove so close it almost ticks her ear!! Her gloves instinctively thrust up to her face and her torso and head jerk back! I then quickly drop down my right shoulder and twist and turn my torsos I drive my right gloves fist HARD AT HER NAVEL!!l Gritting my teeth tightly as my right bicep hardens and my shoulder and back muscles flex and uncoil as my right glove PLOWS into her tummy with a LOUD SMACK!! I immediately hear her grunt out loudly as her body bends at the waist and almost folds over my glove like an accordion and a loud WHOOSH leaves her lips as the air streams from her lungs! As she doubles over, in one fluid motion, I DRIVE DOWN HARD with my left glove and SLAM my leather covered left fist down hard into her jaw!! The force of the blow twists her head to the side violently as she grunts out loudly! She staggers a few steps, loses her balance and DROPS TO ALL FOURS in front of me!
I step back a few steps as she coughs and shakes her head from side to side, spitting blood down to the ring canvas below her face. Her arms struggling to hold her up off the canvas as I see them tremble, shake and quiver. Her head falling down between her braced arms. Joe drops down by her side and begins that familiar count again as I reach up with my right glove and wipe the blood from the corner of my own mouth, wincing as the smooth leather slides across my cut dry lips.
1…2…3…4…5…
She screams out in frustration as slams her right glove to the canvas, then shoves herself up on her knees with her arms, her eyes looking up at me, the darkness in them holding anger I seldom have ever seen in another woman! While I had this crazy insane idea she might stay down, just whom in the fuck was I kidding? Girls like her NEVER let girls like me hit them and get away with it! They eat little girls like me for a snack!
6……7…….8……
My heart sinks as the Amazon bitch shoves herself to her feet like the Phoenix rising from the ashes. I take a long, slow deep breath and pound my gloves together as I watch her right herself and slowly begin circling me from right to left…her gloves up in front of her heaving breasts, her steps crisp and deliberate. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS SHIT! Its like I’m Tokyo and she is fucking GODZILLA! I began to understand how those people felt now in those “Halloween” movies when they tried to kill Michael Myers! FUCK!
I try and match her movements as we circle…both of us feinting lefts. Our gloves popping together at times as we search for openings.
Bobbing…weaving….suddenly she snaps off two quick hard lefts back to back that were so quick all I saw was a blue , the second jab thrusting between my gloves and hitting me flush in my mouth, my head snapping back, my long dark pony tail flying back, then coming back and hitting against my wet back. I blink back the tears in my eyes and try to clear the flashes and shake my head a few times, backing up a few steps. I continue to blink back the pain and set my feet, tasting the copper-metallic taste on my lips. She steps in to follow up and I slip her quick short left and plow a right upper cut into her abs!! I then follow with a left hook over her arms and into her right eye! Her head whips hard to the side but I don’t catch her flush as she twists her head at the last second, her torso turning with her head! My glove still catches and I hear her grunt out so I know I must have done some damage!
She spins back around, and shoves at my arms with her gloves and leans against me, then clinches me, our breasts mashing together, our aroused hard erect nipples dueling through the spandex tops of our sports bras as we hug and grapple, our chins on each other’s wet shoulder as the only sounds are our grunts, low moans and short gasps of breath as we struggle and wrestle. We each manage to break a glove free and send a few short hard punches to each other’s side and ribs. I wince as the pain shoots through my side but I hold on tight, praying for the bell to ring!
Joe shoves us apart and then out of the corner of my eye I catch that “blur" again but this time I twist my head to the side and down and her right glove misses my jaw but hits me across the tip of my chin!! My head twists to the side but I refuse to back up and instinctively I draw on something primal inside of me! I swing my own right over her arms and feel it smack against and form against her nose as my glove drives into her face! Her head snaps back and then she falls and leans back in and grabs me again. We shove and push against each other’s braced legs, gloves against each other’s chests, foreheads against each other’s shoulders! Gasps of warm breath flowing over each other’s bare wet shoulders as we struggle and grapple again but our arms feel like LEAD and all we can seem to do is lean and push! I want to punch but my arms just won’t MOVE!!
Suddenly, I finally hear a loud CLANG of the bell and Joe steps in and separates us, shoving us apart as we both turn and stagger to our corners, both ecstatic that round is over as we fall back on our stools and lean against the padded ring posts. Exhaustion has slowly set in as we have gone three grueling hard rounds that seem like a hundred!
I sit back in my corner, my lower lip split and my right cheek swelling under my eye a little. My chin and jaw throbbing! She has a left eye that was swelling pretty good and blood coming from the corner of her mouth and a nostril. Joe comes over and kneels in front of me, grabbing my upper arms and grinning like a Cheshire cat and yelling at me
‘YOU DID IT!” “YOU DID IT!” ‘YOU SURVIVED!!”
Then he began to laugh as our eyes met and I tried to laugh but the pain in my jaw and mouth only made me wince and my face contort.
I got up and made my way between the ropes and down the stairs to the gym floor, walking rather gingerly to the locker room, feeling way older than my 35 years. I slowly pulled my gloves off my throbbing hands and carefully cut and unwound the tape from them. I pulled my sports bra up over my head and laid it on the bench in front of my locker, then shimmied my tight shorts down my thighs, over my knees and let them slide down my ankles to my feet, stepping out of them.
I sat on the bench in front of my locker, slumped over, my face in my hand and my elbows resting on my thighs. A million thoughts that were swimming around in my head suddenly begin to clear and I remembered Joe’s last words in the ring at the end,
“YOU SURVIVED!”
Then I thought about it, and you know what, I MORE THAN SURVIVED, I WAY more than just survived. It was at that moment the tears welling up in my eyes reached a critical mass and just began streaming down my cheeks. I whimpered a little as I cried. I am not sure of all the reasons why I did cry, but not one of them was because of the pain I felt in my body at that very moment. I wiped my face and eyes and slowly got up and slowly and gingerly made my way to the shower…I turned the water on and leaned up against the wall under the shower head and I arched my back, tilted my face up, closing my eyes and just letting the wonderful refreshing cooling water flow over my sweat covered face, then stream over my tired aching shoulders and down my chest and back. Feeling the water begin to drain away the perspiration from my skin and a little of the pain and aches from my muscles, my long dark hair now soaking wet and flattened to my bare back, following the contours of my spine.
I pushed my palms off the cool wet tile wall and stood up a moment and reached for a bar of soap in a holder on the wall when I felt a hand reach out and cover mine as it touched the soap. I was startled for a moment but so exhausted I couldn’t react. Then I felt her body pressing against my back, ass and legs and her chin lay on my shoulder as she whispered
“I think I owe you this, and to be honest, I have thought of little else since I first laid eyes on you”
I whispered back “But……”
Her left hand came around from the other side of me and she let her extended index finger press gently against my now wet lips.
“Shhhhh” she whispered “No talking”
She was careful at first not to do anything that could be construed as sexy (who am I kidding, just her voice sent me through the roof so imagine what her touch did to me!). She then wrapped her arms around me and when she did, I wasn’t shaking anymore, and I wasn’t apprehensive. I wasn’t scared any more. Her hands gently and softly began to roam over my wet skin, her left palm rubbing over my abs in a rotating manner, her right hand holding the bar of soap and massaging my right breast. Her breasts began to swish back and forth across the wet slick skin of my upper back. I could feel her arousal in the sensations of her hard erect nipples as they glided effortlessly over my skin and my heart immediately began to race and my breathing grow more rapid and shallow.
Her right hand held the bar of soap as it stroked my body, leaving a creamy white trail over my glistening skin, feeling it rub over my breasts for a moment. Then she laid the soap down and began rubbing my soapy breasts with her soft hands, very gently, almost lovingly. Feeling my supple tanned orbs being caressed , I began to feel a deep throbbing and pulsating from deep between my thighs. My hard aroused tingling pink nipples sliding between her slender fingers as I tilted my head back and moaned softly over my full lips.
She continued running her slick soapy hands over my breasts and down my taut abs, her hand gliding over the muscled contours. She then knelt down behind me as she let both her hands run over and around each of my legs before letting them travel back up again.
"Let me get your back." She offered.
She didn't really wait for my permission. She just started rubbing away at my back. "You really should try a loofa." My back arched the moment the surface of the loofa touched my skin.
She whispered, "See it's nice."
I just moaned softly and purred as it took a wonderful eternity for her to finish my back.
She whispered again in that soft sensual voice "And if you think it feels good on your back you should feel how it works other places."
"I don't think---" I started to protest the “lewd” thing she was implying, but I smiled and took the initiative and pressed my body against hers and she ran the soapy sponge around my waist and across my lower abs. She kept lathering my stomach, suds running down over my labia, teasing it. Nothing in my experience though had prepared me for the sensations the soft but scratchy loofa evoked from me as it pressed against the soft wet mushy folds of skin of my labia.
"Oh God!" “My FUCKING GAWD!” I gasped nearly loosing my footing.
"Told you." She whispered, working the scrub in a slow deliberate circle against my now wanting pussy. "You like that?" She already knew the answer so she kept speaking. "If you want me to stop just say so. I’ll stop if you want." She leaned in and captured my earlobe between her teeth and gently tugged.
"But I don't want to stop”
I felt the two fingers of her right hand holding the loofa slide between my lips and it didn’t take long for them to search out my throbbing bud. It took just a few of her expert touches to drive me over the edge as I shuddered and screamed out, my legs wanted to buckle under the weight of this most wonderful orgasm. She held me as I shook, her arms wrapped around me tightly.
After I had calmed, she reached over and grabbed a plastic bottle and squeezed more shower gel into her palms and then half crouched, half squatted in front of me, looking strangely defenseless with the shower water cascading over her head and shoulders. She soaped up my calves, then my knees and worked her way up my thighs, just once brushing the side of her hand against my pubic hair as she reached the top of my leg. It was only a very brief touch, but I was incredibly conscious of it.
She then dropped back down and began again at my feet and worked her way up to the back of my thighs, stopping at the top of my legs to begin again at my shoulders. It is a lovely sensuous feeling to have someone's soapy hands massaging your back and I was feeling really warm and relaxed by the time she reached the base of my spine, so much so that it didn't even occur to me how intimate it was to have someone rubbing soap all over my naked ass. I just enjoyed the sensation, only really becoming aware when her fingers delved between my cheeks into my crack, and then only to notice how fucking great it felt.
I tried to give little sign of noticing and I didn't say anything, but afterwards it was as if I could still feel that tantalizing touch. I think she just wanted to let me know she could do that anytime she wanted and who was I to argue. What were we going to do? Fight about it?
We finished our “shower” and both dried our hair and got dressed. I walked out of the locker room and she was waiting for me at the door.
Our eyes met and we both smiled a little, her eyes twinkling. I wanted to tell her she had done more for me today than maybe anyone in my life but she cut me off as my lips began to move.
“Lets go get something to eat”
“And I want to discuss our re-match”
I let out a bit of a yelp and in a high-pitched voice said, “REMATCH?” "What in the Wide Wide World of FUCK is going on here?"
She cackled out loudly, opened the door and we walked through it, her shoulder brushing gently against mine as we walked to her car.
TO BE CONTINUED....mebbe
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That was very damn deep. Very sexy writing, Michelle :)
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Michelle
perhaps you knew it was Shakespeare's 450th birthday yesterday my time but still your today .
Well done
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Yes ......Will and a friend of mine share the same birthday :)
and there will be a Chapter 4 of Harper's Awakening.....I think...
Might be in a few weeks :)
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Yes Michelle that is very good writing. I know every it will get better and better ( story) :) :)
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Smiles....Michelle you told me I should read this and....gawwwwwwd it had every bit the effect you thought it would have on me....love you!....ohhhh I mean the story of course.....hehe
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Smiles....Michelle you told me I should read this and....gawwwwwwd it had every bit the effect you thought it would have on me....love you!....ohhhh I mean the story of course.....hehe
Why thank you Amber :)
Chapter 4 will be posted this weekend......hope you like it......
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This is my NEWEST chapter.......Chapter 4........ in my continuing series entitled “Harper’s Awakening”. I hope you enjoy it and as always, any and all comments, cheers and jeers are welcomed and encouraged. If you have any thoughts or ideas where this series could or should go in the future, I welcome your input. It has surprised me where its gone so far and where its taken me personally, so I wish to express my most sincere and heartfelt thanks again to all who have offered me help and encouragement in putting this series of stories together. I have to give special thanks to Braveheart (thanks for listening), to Jenn (your encouragement means more than you'll ever know), to Sarah (for always telling me how good I am in hopes I'll believe it someday) and to Scribbler.....for simply being a good friend and not letting me quit....and above all for believing in me.
Keep those cards and letters coming!
Harper’s Awakening – Chapter 4 - “Doubt is the Brother of Shame”
My name is Harper Morgan and I’m a left coast girl who has undergone a sort of awakening in my young life. I was hired as an executive for a large corporation right after receiving my MBA from Stanford. I’m originally from Los Angeles and a die-hard Southern California girl. For the longest time, my job and career WERE my life as I found the twelve to fourteen hour workdays left me little time for either socializing or exercise.
I always had this sort of deep seeded passion though for fighting and especially boxing. I just did a great job of hiding my "passion" from those around me. I suspect most of it was because I was a woman and I was working for a prestigious firm and the stigma didn't seem worth it. I guess I was afraid of what "people" would say and think. As part of this “awakening” (some might call it an epiphany – See Harper’s Awakening – Chapter 1) I began working with a trainer, mainly to try and get in shape at first. My career always came first though and after ten very intensive years with a venture capital firm, my hard driving desires allowed me to reach the top of the corporate ladder when the firm’s partners voted me to be their first female partner and Sr. VP - at the ripe old age of 35! My life is damn near perfect now. I had met my current girlfriend Samantha at a gym (See Harper’s Awakening – Chapter 1 and 2) where I had started training and our relationship has continued to deepen after a year. Life is so fucking good!
Samantha and I were sitting in our local Manhattan Starbucks not far from our Central Park West apartment on 58th street in New York. I was sipping on my usual oh so fattening Venti Caramel Macchiato. I kept moving my jaw around trying to get some of the soreness out of it and I had to chuckle as I watched Samantha doing the same across the table. She and I had just finished a sparing session at a boxing gym we train at and as always we got a little carried away and didn’t pull any punches. I could see those dark brown eyes of hers twinkle as she stifled a giggle while watching me grimacing in pain. I saw the pained expression on her face as she rubbed her own jaw and that at least gave me a little satisfaction. She took another sip from her latte and then there was a strange silence between us..... when suddenly she looked up at me, her gaze meeting mine and she spoke.
“So, if we had finished that fight we had when we first met last year, I hope you wouldn’t have stayed mad at me too long for putting you in the hospital”
(Samantha and I basically met “up close and personal” in a boxing ring – See Chapter 2)
She peered at me innocently over her latte as those gorgeous dark eyes twinkled impishly at me.
I spit up my drink at her words! "SPPPFFTTT!!!!!!"
"GOD DAMN SAM!!!!!!" "Have you LOST your MIND?" "You really are CRAZY!"
She smiled at me, her dark eyes widening as she gave me that "look" over her hazelnut latte. She then sat it down in front of her before glancing back up at me with that devilish look of hers. I wondered if she realized what those eyes of hers do to me and how much I hang on every word when she speaks?
“In the HOSPITAL..... HUH?” "Really?" "Seriously?" "Really Now?"
Staring.... mesmerized as we were lost in each other, Sam looking in my face with those burning and languid eyes of hers as I began inching forward ever so slowly in my chair. I leaned over the table and reached across with my right hand, extending my right forefinger and just letting the tip of it touch the tiny cut and the slight swelling and redness under her right eye. She winced a little, her face contorting a bit. Then she reached up and gently touched my lower lip, running her right index finger ever so slowly along it and over the cut where her right glove had split it during our over active “sparring session”. Her smile grew as her fingertip went from one end of my mouth to the other along my puffy lip. I reached up with my right hand and grasped her wrist and pulled her hand in a bit, holding it steady in front of my own lips, as she offered no resistance and in fact gave me a wink (i'm not much of an intimidator I guess!). I parted my lips slightly and let her forefinger slide between them, my tongue at first lashing it as fast as I could flick it over her fingertip. I watched as she bit her lower lip and moaned as I "butterflied" her fingertip. I then pulled her finger in my mouth deeper and began to let my wet hot tongue drag along it slowly, seductively, leaving a wet glistening trail of my saliva on her finger. I began pulling it slowly between my lips, in and out as I squeeze it between them, literally fucking the finger and hoping it would cum in my mouth (a girl can dream, can’t she?). I let her finger finally slide from my mouth, her eyes lighting up as it emerges from between my lips, a thin coating of my saliva covering it, allowing it to glisten in the light. I watch her bite her lower lip as it pops from between my lips and I hear her purr softly. Her large dark eyes close as she moans a little more, then they open back up wide as I let her finger go and a wry sexy smile comes over her lips.
We both sit back in our chairs, looking around to take note if anyone was watching us. There were so few people in the coffee house today that no one seemed to care what she and I were doing off in a secluded corner. I raised my long right leg up, kicking off my sandal as I felt my toes begin to run up and down her left ankle, starting at her instep and letting my big toe glide up under her skirt, sliding along the inside of her knee. I felt her knees spread apart a bit and I raised my eyes up and our gazes met. She gave me that "look" again and that was all the signal I needed as she spread her legs apart a bit wider. I extended my right leg even more now as I twisted my foot to the side and let my big toe slide along the soft skin of the inside of her left thigh. The sensation of my toe gliding along the soft creaminess of her skin sent tingles up my leg and spine. Goosebumps formed on my tanned back and shoulders as I could feel the warmth between her thighs increasing as my foot moved further up. I watched her eyes, her body, as she began to shift and squirm in her chair. The very idea that I was turning her on was getting to me more than I ever would have dreamed. I simply never thought it was possible as things between us seemed to be moving so fast and I began to wonder what if…
"What if?"
"WHAT IF!!!!!!"
GOD DAMN Harper!! YOU ARE WITH HER!! JESUS H. FUCKING CHRIST! Give it a chance to breathe OK?? Just once in your life let something play out! Live in the moment! Look at where you are bitch!
I blinked a few times and my gaze locked onto hers again as I just finally left LOGIC and DISCIPLINE behind. I was sitting across from the most beautiful girl in the world and I was about to FUCK HER with my foot under the table at Starbucks! Now does it get any better than that? "I'm asking?" "DOES IT?"
"FUCK NOO!!!"
"Maybe I should enjoy that!" "YA THINK?"
My foot continued gliding up along the inside of her left thigh when suddenly I began to feel her skin becoming wet and sticky. She lurched a little as my toes moved along her luscious moist skin and a broad smile came over her face as our eyes met. My big toe began sliding through the thin wet glistening sheen of her juices as it finally reached the “promised land”. I watched her shudder a bit as I let my right big toe just barely graze over the wet, soft, warm, sticky folds of skin of her labia. Letting my toe glide ever so slowly over her outer lips, not applying any pressure at first. Then beginning to apply a bit more pressure with each pass as my toe starts to spread and slide between those wet mushy outer lips. Feeling it slide more effortlessly with each pass as her moistness just seem to increasing the more I touched her.
Her head dropped back a little as she looked skyward for a moment, she then moaned very softly so only I could hear. I pushed my foot in between the soft moist folds and twisted as my toes started to feel her swollen throbbing clit as they glided over her swollen throbbing nub. I watched her as her back straightened and she sat up straight in her chair suddenly, biting her lower lip, those gorgeous eyes of hers twinkling. I twist and press, pulling back on my foot and then pressing in as she brings her hands up to her mouth to muffle her moans as those sexy eyes of hers widen. She then screams into her hands as she presses them to her lips tightly, her eyes widening as her orgasm suddenly hits her like a tsunami coming ashore without warning! Her body going rigid for a moment as she shudders, her eyes closing tightly as she struggles to maintain some composure, lowering her head down to the table, her body still spasming and shaking as the waves just seem to keep coming and her clit doesn’t seem to want to let her go from the grip that it has on her. I finally let my foot slide effortlessly from her pussy, my toes coated in her glistening wet sticky juices, my only regret being I can’t lift my foot up and let her taste her sweet honey essence and suck my toes right there in the coffee house! We look at each other as she struggles to get her breathing under control, her chest heaving. We both know she wants to pull my toes up to her mouth so badly and we both start to giggle instinctively. We both just know.
I sat up from my chair and leaned over the table, leaning on my palms as I let my face move in closer to hers. Our wanting lips growing closer and closer, gasps of shallow warm breath flowing across our soft cheeks, our lips so close we can feel the warmth emanating from their fullness, their desire.... the heat! Yes...THE HEAT! Our hot lips beginning at first to travel over our soft cheeks, moving towards that inevitable contact. Less than a millimeter away now from the longing lip-to-lip contact we so much desire, letting them gently dab at hers a few times. I gently brush over her lips once, the moistness and lusciousness only enhancing my skyrocketing arousal. I slowly let my lips settle over hers as my mouth covers hers. I then begin to press against her creamy lips with some light pressure as a soft moan flows over my lips and then over her own. I shudder at the feel of her mouth against mine and she follows with a low soft moan of her own. I begin to inhale her very life essence, my chest expanding as I take in all of her that I can to fill my lungs, my breasts straining the coarse material of my top as it drags over my hard erect puffy sensitive nipples, sending a tingling throughout my chest. I feel my long wet sexy tongue slowly begin to snake its way over my lips and between hers as our soft playful kiss starts to deepen. I let my tongue playfully dab at hers a few times at first, feeling it slide over hers and then wrapping around her hot tongue as it starts to wrestle with it. I then let my mouth gently suck at her tongue, feeling it slide between my lips as our moans intensify. I let my lips at first squeeze her tongue, then release it a bit, then letting my lips clamp on it and suck it gently and slowly back between my wanting lips again, repeating this as I work at almost fucking it. Of course, there was no “almost” about it, I was FUCKING IT and so wanting it to “cum in my mouth” if that were possible. Our lips pressed tighter still as moans flowed from deep within us. I finally let my lips soften their pressure against hers and release her oh so abused tongue. My lips finally beginning to part a bit as I slowly release our passionate kiss...
I hope that should give you a bit of an idea how she and I are together! LIKE DUH!
A few months later, Samantha and I were working out at the gym. I was spotting the heavy bag for her as she worked on it with her bag gloves when someone walked up and interrupted us. I heard someone say “Hi there Sam” and I stopped and turned and looked around the heavy bag to see who she was talking to. And there she was…
Jennifer…the blonde Samantha had fought in the alley that night that I stood and watched (See Chapter 1 – Harper’s Awakening). She looked at me and then at Samantha and smiled.
“I see you have a new little friend Sam” “It’s good you have someone to spot you and be your punching bag”
OK, so it took me all of 10 seconds to decide, “I HATE THAT BITCH!”
I looked at the blonde, smiled again and spoke slowly and distinctly
“From what I saw in that alley that night, you certainly have me MORE than beat in that “punching bag” department”
I heard Samantha struggle to stifle a giggle and the blonde’s face began to turn red and her snarky smile she had disappeared immediately. Sam composed herself and looked at me, her eyes twinkling and said
“Harper, this is Jennifer” “Oh I forgot, you two have already met…sort of”
I looked at Sam and then Jennifer and spoke
“Oh yeah, last time I saw Jenni she was face first on the concrete” “How’d that taste Jenni?” “Is that some sort of special diet you’re on?”
Sam busted out laughing, then raised her hands to her mouth and turned her head to try and stop. Jennifer’s face got so red I thought it was going to explode like a big pimple. I thought to myself “God Harper, why do you always do that?” “Here we were having a nice day and you go and open your mouth and probably will get your head kicked in!”
Jennifer then looked at me and spoke in slow measured tones
“Harper is it?” “FUCK YOU!!!”
I smiled even broader and our eyes locked together and I stepped out from behind the bag and walked in front of her, our noses inches apart as I spoke.
“Sorry but I’m fucking Sam nowadays” “How about you? “You fucking anyone or just kissing concrete?”
Our chests then bumped together before Samantha artfully stepped between us and gave Jennifer a look that had a meaning that no one would mistake. Jennifer gave me a final glare and shot me the middle finger before she turned and walked off. Something told me I had better watch my back from now on. Either that or I had a new “bestie”. Don’t you just love it when you make a new friend? I think she likes me!
I yelled at Jennifer as she stormed off "Hey Jennifer! Why don't you get in your clown car and go to that drive thru you work at and tell them you'd like fries with your order....BEOTCH!"
Sam looked at me and shook her head, smiling.
“I should knock your head off myself!” she whispered.
I smiled into her eyes and spoke back softly
“Oh stop, your turning me on now and I’m already wet!”
Sam laughed and said “Let’s go shower…I brought the soap this time!”
That twinkle in her dark eyes told me all I needed to know.
The months passed and the animosity continued to build between Jennifer and I. It was only a matter of time before it would explode and after an argument one day in the gym we agreed to fight. The bout would be after hours and my trainer Joe would referee. Sam would be in my corner, which made it all the hotter for me. I wanted nothing better than to kick that silicone-enhanced blonde’s fat ass as Sam watched!
The day came and I was sitting in the dressing room, Sam was massaging my shoulders. It was dead quiet as neither of us spoke. She then leaned down and kissed my ear, her arms wrapping around my neck as she whispered, “You’ll kick her fucking ass you know”
“And by the way…I love you”
She had never said that to me to that point in our relationship and when I heard those words, goose bumps formed all over my chest, back and arms. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest! I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes but I turned my head a bit to the side so she wouldn't see them. She then reached around and placed her hand over my mouth before I could answer and she whispered,
“Don’t say a thing…. I already know” “Now lets go get busy”
I sat for another minute ....quietly......and I sobbed....before wiping my eyes and getting up to go.....
"Did I say I loved this woman?"
I walked out of the dressing room slowly, taking a huge deep breath as I climbed up on the ring apron and slid under the middle rope as I have so many times before. I stood up in my corner and extended my arms out in front of me as Joe began wrapping tape ever so slowly and snug around my fingers and hands. I clenched my fists tightly as he slide the black 8 oz. burgundy Reyes gloves over my hands and began tying the laces around my wrists. No matter how many times I put on leather boxing gloves I never fail to begin to get very aroused and while it may sound strange at this moment, I REALLY WAS GETTING AROUSED and pretty wet! I admit that I have even used the thumb of a boxing glove to masturbate at times and it has always been something that enhanced my arousal and ultimate orgasm. In short, IT DROVE ME FUCKING CRAZY! Some years back, I bought a pair just for masturbating. I've had an attraction to boxing gloves since I was a teenager. I love the smell and feel of leather. A pair of 8 ounce, black leather EVERLAST gloves was the brand of choice for my “toy” (Hey don’t knock it until you tried it!)
I climbed into the ring and walked around in my corner, pacing a little, already feeling the warmth of the hot bright ring lights above as they bathed my bare shoulders in waves of heat and bright light. The perspiration was already trickling down my chest and back, the wet streaks glistening on my skin. My hard erect pink nipples were already starting to show through my already sweat-soaked spandex tight white sports bra (note to myself, wear black next time). The waistband of my tight white shorts was also beginning to darken as the perspiration pouring down my chest and abs was soaking it. I leaned back against the ropes and began taking low slow deep breaths to try and get my anxiousness, my nervousness under control. Samantha pulled my long dark brown hair back in a tight ponytail as I leaned back in the corner, tying it off with a white ribbon. I admit that I was scared, apprehensive. Maybe I should be though, and maybe, just maybe, that will be my edge. God I sure hope so as I knew just how good Jennifer was. She had beat the crap out of me almost a year ago, but things had changed since then. I was a lot better and I knew it. I kind of hoped she didn’t know it though. I had worked with the best teachers in the world since that first fight in Sam and my trainer Joe, both of whom would be with me in my corner. I also wanted Jennifer to know what hard work and determination had done for me and I was determined to show her how good I was now.
I looked over across the ring at Jennifer and her green eyes were almost seething. My God she was intense! I could feel that laser-like intensity of hers almost burn a hole through me, watching her grit her teeth, seeing her twitch with anxiousness and anticipation. It was if she were a caged animal and it was feeding time at the zoo and I was to be her first meal. Once again, she was Godzilla and I was starting to feel like Tokyo. I was hoping though I was the monster from the movie “Cloverfield” and she was fucking New York! One thing I couldn’t help but notice was how her nipples stood erect while little beads of sweat formed on her chest, abs, and breasts and in her cleavage. She was about 5’9” and 138 pounds and if she had any fat on her I couldn’t see it! Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was wearing a black sports bra and tight black shorts. Her abs looked like one of those old time washboards and her arms and shoulders were toned and sinewy. If part of her strategy was to arouse me and make me lose concentration she had sure won that battle as I shook my head and blinked, saying to myself “FOCUS!” “FOCUS HARPER!”
CLANG!
The bell rang to start round one and Jennifer rushed out of her corner and came at me with all pistons firing! There was not going to be any “feeling out” period with her! No fucking way! This wasn’t a surprise to me as I had seen her employ this strategy before. It was the same one she used to kick my ass in our first fight. Jennifer was all about fear and intimidation and I know she was certain it would work on me. I knew that because it had worked before! This time I was going to prove her wrong! Jennifer knew what she wanted to do and it was up to me to counter. I stayed on my toes and shifted from side to side, refusing to be a stationary target as she had hoped. I fought with all I was worth to keep Jennifer at a distance, keeping my gloves up and slipping from side to side as I managed to slip most of Jennifer’s punches or block them. I’d then drop under her arms and hit her abs, then slide away and to the side and make her turn and come after me again. My side-to-side movements then made it harder for Jennifer to “load up” and it let me use my own long left jab and stick Jennifer in the face whenever I slipped her punches. Time and time again I stuck my jab in her face, my leather glove flattening her facial features anytime she got in too close or left herself open! This strategy seemed to really frustrate her and she pounded her gloves together and snarled in anger, yelling at me to fight, which is exactly what I was doing, just not the way the cocky blonde bitch wanted me to! Before it seemed to have barely started the first round ended with the loud clang of the bell.
CLANG!
I went back and plopped down on her stool and draped my arms over the middle ropes on either side of the ring post. I was hoping my evasive tactics would send a signal to Jennifer that she could take some risks and if so she would feel affirmed in some strange way such that she would try and come at me even harder. I felt she’d make more mistakes that way and I could capitalize and make her pay. My “strike and weave” tactics were really working and a great reminder of how adept I had become as a boxer now. I was able to capture openings with speed and precision when they opened up, using my long left jab like a ramrod piston!
Jennifer sat down on her stool, blood coming from her left nostril as I watched the anger build in her, her face reddening, the frustration boiling over in her. Jennifer’s temper was her worst enemy and that enemy was now going to become my ally and I was going to exploit it to the maximum. Then Jennifer did something I wasn’t expecting. She removed her gloves and reached down, grasping the bottom of her sports bra, and began to slide it up over her chest, her neck and face, pulling it up off the top of her head. She then slides her gloves back on and stood up, slamming them together with a loud POP! Her firm pert breasts jiggling a bit as her leather covered fists pounded together. Her firm breasts, full, high and round were capped with rose-petal-soft areolas that surrounded her erect pinkish nipples.
Sam leaned down and whispered in my ear “Damn girlfriend! I never figured she’d play the “tit” card!” “MUTHAFUCCA!!”
I immediately didn’t change my expression and raised my arms above my head and whispered back to Sam behind me “Pull my bra off too!” “FUCK THAT BITCH” “SHE’S NOT OUT DOING ME!” “SHE DAMN SURE IS NOT OUT-TITTING ME!”
Sam grabbed the bottom of my now soaking wet sports bra as I raised my arms up above my head and began pulling it up over my chest, neck, over my face, dragging my long ponytail with it. I felt it pop up off the top of my head as my long chocolate brown ponytail fell back down along the curvature of my spine. Sam took a brief moment to let her hands come down and reach around me and cover my pert wet breasts, her fingers digging into the supple flesh and massaging them for a moment as she looked over at Jennifer and grinned. GOD DO I LOVE THIS WOMAN!!!
CLANG!
The bell echoed in my ears for round two as I got to my feet and brought my gloves up. Jennifer, as is her strategy, raced across the ring and quickly fired a loping overhand right that I ducked!! I countered with a hard right uppercut to her bare abs, my small hard bicep forming up, my leather covered knuckles POPPING against her bare wet skin with a loud SMACK as I GRUNTED OUT loudly, my torso twisting behind the blow!! Jenny grunted out loud and her body almost folded over my glove and arm like an accordion as I felt the air flow over her lips from her lungs as we fought in close! She staggered back a few steps and I made a mistake of not following up! Jennifer lunged at me and countered, following with a short left jab that I tried to block, but the force of the punch pushed my gloves back into my face! Immediately Jennifer pushed in with another overhand right!
The punch almost EXPLODED on my jaw as my head snapped back and I stumbled sideways to the corner as I immediately began to taste the blood in my mouth and I reached up with my right glove and wiped it from the corner of my mouth. Jennifer wasted no time and BORED IN with a left hook to the body and a right hook as well as I dropped to my knees, clutching my aching midriff. I slammed my glove on the canvas twice and screamed in frustration as I gasped for a breath, coughing! I was so mad at myself for coming out and just literally standing there and not moving! Maybe it was a good thing I got knocked down, at least she didn’t tear my head off. I’ll survive and now I know what all I need to do; BESIDES WAKE THE FUCK UP!! I listened to Joe go through the count as I bided my time.
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…
I got to my feet at 8 to give myself all the time I could. Joe grabbed my arms and shook, looking in my eyes and then motioning us back together with a sideways movement of his hands. We began circling each other again and Jennifer quickly began her usual onslaught. I decided it was about time for me to be the aggressor. As arrogant as she was, I just knew Jennifer would assume I was hurt and truth be known I was fine. Now it was time to use her aggressiveness and arrogance against her! As she came in at me I stepped in quickly, ducked under a straight right and drove two quick hard straight left jabs to her face!! Her head snapping back as my gloved fist caught her in the mouth and nose with a SPLAT as more blood flew from her already bleeding nose!!
CLANG!!!
Joe stepped between us as the bell sounded, pushing us both away. I walk back to my corner as round two ended and plopped down on my stool, my bare torso covered in perspiration, feeling it pouring down my bare back and chest and flowing down over my taut contoured abs and down under the tight waistband of my tight white shorts. I reached down and grabbed the bottle of water sitting by my stool after I removed my 8 ounce black boxing gloves and sat them at the foot of my stool. I removed the cap from the squirt nozzle, grasping the bottle with my sweaty taped-wrapped right hand. I pointed the squirt tube at my chest and squeezed the bottle firmly, the cool wet liquid shooting from the clear plastic tube and splashing against my bare sternum and flowing down between and over my heaving firm perky breasts. My nipples instantly grow harder and more erect as the cool water hits them and an instantaneous tingling shoots throughout my chest. Glancing down, I see several large droplets slowly collecting and growing larger on the end of each of my erect puffy pink nipples, the droplets ultimately falling under their own weight to my
thighs below. I then took the water bottle and squirted it against my taut abs, watching them suck in tightly as the cool water splashed against my contoured skin-covered muscles. I finally brought the squirt bottle up over my head and squirted more of the clear cooling liquid on my reddened sweaty face as I tilted my head up and back, my face looking skyward, closing my large dark eyes as the cold refreshing water washed over my facial features. I then let a stream of the cooling liquid shoot into my mouth as I parted my full dry parched lips, letting it flow over my long wet tongue and down my throat.
I blinked back the salty stinging perspiration from my eyes and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, grimacing as my jaw throbbed and ached. I looked across the ring and I could see that my efforts had got Jennifer very excited. Her nipples were standing out and jutting from those perfect “fake” tits of hers. God she was hot though! You couldn’t help but get aroused looking at her bare torso glistening from the reflection of the ring lights off the thin wet sheen of perspiration coating her skin. As her bare chest heaved, large droplets streaked her breasts and collected on her own aroused erect nipples. I knew from experience that Jennifer got a lot sexual pleasure out of beating up her opponents. I could see that look in her eye now as she was no doubt plotting some way to move in for the kill and I WAS SO READY FOR HER! Sam continued rubbing my shoulders and whispering encouragement to me, along with some really sexy and dirty comments that will forever be just between she and I. DID I SAY THAT I LOVED THAT WOMAN??
CLANG!!
The bell rang for round three and I came up off my stool and immediately began moving from left to right around her, bouncing lightly on my toes as my long legs crossed over each other like a dancer’s. Jennifer mimicked my movements as we both bobbed and weaved, then pawed at each other with our lefts, our gloves occasionally hitting together as the circle we danced in grew steadily smaller! I suddenly STEPPED HARD into her and feinted a straight left jab at her face as she was coming in at me and that seemed to catch her off balance. I then in the same fluid motion dropped my right shoulder and SLAMMED my right leather covered fist into her solar plexus!! I twisted my tall frame behind the blow as my breasts gently jiggled and swayed. IT FELT GREAT as my gloveSLAMMED INTO HER BODY, her face contorting and her gloves dropping! That was all I needed as I swung my left arm and drove a left hook HARD into her jaw and stayed on her with a right hook to her left cheek under her left eye! Her head twisting violently from one side to the other!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! The three punch combination surprised her and sent her stunned body going in several directions, the last punch driving her off balance as she staggered and dropped to all fours!!
I don’t know I had ever thrown a better combination in my life as she was down on all fours, spitting up blood and saliva to the ring canvas!! I watched and felt the throbbing in my own clit as a very fine thread-like red stream fell from her lips to the ring canvas. I HAD HURT HER AND I WAS SO FUCKING TURNED ON BY IT!! Her head was hanging down between her arms and while I prayed she wouldn’t get up, I damn well knew better. This WAS Jennifer and she WOULD GET UP!!
Joe began the count as I stepped back into the neutral corner, wiping the still trickling blood from the corner of my own mouth, wincing as the laces dragged across my lips.
1…. 2…. 3…. 4…. 5…. 6…. 7…. 8
I smiled as Jennifer slowly got to her feet as the count hit nine. Joe waved us back together and the war really began.
I could sense a degree of desperation in Jennifer to try to end the fight quickly as she blearily searched for an opening through my hounding fists and my shifting torso. I tried to convey a wealth of spirit through the hail of leather I was slinging; every drop of pride I had in myself, my body and my skill level was being poured into my honed strikes to Jennifer’s face and abs! The sounds of leather popping against bare wet skin coming fast and furious along with the occasional grunt and gasp! Jennifer finally knew that she would have to earn her right to stay conscious in this fight as good as she was.
CLANG!!
The bell rang to end the third round! It seemed like it had been TWENTY!
I heard an animated Jennifer talking to her girlfriend in the corner. Jennifer was saying
“HOW CAN THIS NEWBIE BITCH POSSSIBLY BE STAYING WITH ME? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?”
Jennifer sat on her stool, her lower lip cut, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and her nostril, her left eye half swollen shut. Honestly though, what now? I had managed to push Jennifer to her supposed "theoretical limit" of three rounds, yet the “ME”, the “stealthy” Harper…. was still standing before her, attacking Jennifer like a swarm of locusts with furious tides of fistic covered leather just to keep her at bay. I had done my best to keep Joe's coaching in mind, despite forgetting some of the particulars. As for Jennifer, her very general plan of attack was the best she had been able to manage during this fight, primarily trusting her instinctual prowess, strength and endurance to see her through. Out of all the alternatives, Jennifer knew it was time to do what she did best again; MARCH HER WAY right to her opponent's front door and SHATTER IT LIKE GLASS! She had come this far, and only one fighter was leaving this ring with her consciousness intact in her opinion! The possibility of getting beaten senseless had been present in my mind since the beginning of the match, so I gladly steeled myself and set my sights for a full scale head-on collision course with Godzilla…. errrr…Jennifer.
"I WAS READY"
CLANG!!
We came out for round four and it was definitely “shock and awe” as cruise missiles of leather poured from both of us as I had my course corrected for a ramming trajectory. After every TEETH-RATTLING HIT (blocked or taken), I always kept her fiery glare in front of me as my objective, unshakably locked onto my target like a laser beam as I was trained to do. Something beyond myself was welling up in the recesses of my dark brown eyes, a steely determination to go the distance mirrored only by my brutal rival. I kept saying to myself…
God Damn Jennifer! Why don't you just...fall already, blockhead? You've got to be running on fumes by now!!
And yet the “hardy oak” that was Jennifer continued her ponderous march at me and I kept shifting and moving. As she clenched down hard on her mouthpiece, I could see a slightly worried expression on her face and I sensed an opening! I fired off a crippling three-punch combination of left jabs designed to stagger her and stop her in her tracks! I uncoiled the muscles of my left shoulder and upper back and drove them between her gloves and into her face, twisting my arm as the glove made impact! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! Sweat and small beads of blood scattered from the impacts before Jennifer regrouped, managing to block the fierce combination accent and wrapped her arms around me as we tied each other up in a tight clinch. All we could hear were our gasps of breath and grunts as we grappled in the clinch with what strength we had left. Our firm breasts pressed firmly together and my hard nipples throbbed and tingled as they dug into her wet supple sensual flesh. I felt a jolt flow though out my body as our crotches rubbed together for a brief instant and the sinewy muscles of our upper bodies wrestled and twisted against each others, both struggling to hold the other’s wet slick skin. It was if we had switched from boxing to Greco Roman wrestling as we grappled on our feet, each straining her sinewy muscles against the other for control but neither giving in, neither gaining an advantage as our gasps and grunts became more audible!!
I wasn’t going to back off or be shoved around though! I was going to show her I was just as strong and just as tough as she was, if she didn’t already know it! If she didn’t, she was about to learn it! Something was coming over me, some feeling I had never felt before. I was becoming possessed, but it was with more than winning, more than just beating her. It was as if this other “other” personality had taken control of me, a girl I had only seen glimpses of in the past, but who now owned me body and soul! This girl had one and only one thought and that was to destroy the girl in front of me. I wanted to hurt her and inflict more pain on her than she just ever knew was possible. This was more than just anger and it’s hard for me to put into words exactly what my emotions were they were so foreign. This was simply a reckoning!
If there had been a category three hurricane outside the gym, neither of us would have paid any attention to it. We were far to immersed in our own personal collision of “storm fronts”, this confluence of wills. Another eruption seemed to explode in the center of the ring, as we SENT EACH OTHER REELING with a savage cross counter. A hail of sweat, blood and spittle scattered from what could only be called a “blast zone” or “ground zero”, startling Joe as he tried to referee but he was coated in “shrapnel”. The collision gave way to loud grunts and groans of pain from both of us, the loud splat of our leather covered knuckles against the bare wet skin of our determined faces and bodies. Each of us then quickly renewing herself for the next skirmish, the sum of it all building to an all out war, one that would see no prisoners taken, no quarter asked or given. The rapid paced exchange quickly resumed, each boxer refining her technique a little to try and gain an edge physically and to try and build her confidence mentally. Our complete range of skills was on full display as the intensity of our rivalry and dislike for one another only increased our desire to use our fists to carve the other up, to sharpen her to a fine point.
Both of us stayed on her toes as the relentless circling continued, this slow dance of pain. Both of us were tall, rangy and with a long reach, so we used our lethal left jabs to their maximum, our left gloves repeatedly finding openings and popping into each other’s faces. Heads snapped back and ponytails flew and swished as the impact of leather against wet skin echoed through the empty gym!
In all his years of officiating matches, Joe readily admitted that he'd never seen anything quite like this. He'd watched us both fight for some time, but the ferocity unfolding before his eyes was amazing. To see me take a fight past three rounds was already a treat, but the fight was still accelerating! He kept watch of the proceedings closely, but made sure to avoid getting snatched up into the vortex as well.
I made some evasive maneuvers as the “steaming” Jennifer stomped her way through the intense gale of my onslaught to try and crush me. The blonde beauty instinctively tried to swat away my countermeasures, pressing forward and hammering away! She shoved me back into the corner hard against the padded ring post, my head banging against it!!
Jennifer had exhaled in delighted exultation from finally working her target into the corner. Zeroing in on me like a bull scuffing its feet on a bull ring floor, its horns flashing in the form of gloves, priming itself to charge, her eyes flashing in anticipation of pounding the crafty me into the corner post! A quick left-right combination and my head was twisting violently to either side, sweat and blood flying from my lips as my head slams back against the post and I see flashes in my eyes as my mouthpiece goes flying! My head on a swivel as it spins from side to side with the impact of her fists and the flashes and the stars seem to just blind me as I lose consciousness for a very brief instant!
I slid down the ring post and land on my ass hard, shaking my head, blinking as Joe began the count
1…. 2…. 3…. 4…5…
Then suddenly, like the Phoenix rising from the ashes (I always loved that metaphor), I forced myself back up to my feet, my back firmly against the ring post as I strained and shoved myself up along it, using the post as support. My knees shook badly as I strained to shove up off my legs but I was finally able to straighten them, locking my knees and leaning back against the post for a moment. Shaking my head again, I brought my gloves up as Joe steps between us and grabs my wrists and shakes them, looking in my eyes to see if I’m “out on my feet”. He asks me what city I’m in and I just wink at him and whisper in a raspy voice after I wipe the blood from my chin
“Well Joe, it isn’t Kansas anymore, I’m pretty sure of that” “Let’s go with Manhattan…Am I getting warmer?”
Joe lets out with a loud laugh and looks me in the eyes and squeezes my wrists, winking at me. He lets go of my arms and motions us back together with a wide sweep of his hands, whispering as he steps aside
“You got her just where you want her Killer!”
I ducked under her wild swings and cut loose with a ravaging three-punch combination. The final, punctuating uppercut of the series launched the wide-eyed blonde into the corner post hard, shaking the entire ring!
I can only imagine what Jennifer thought at that moment, seeing me bleeding and glassy eyed, yet slamming her head back against that post!. But I wasn’t done yet as somehow I dug deep and found something maybe even she didn’t realize I had inside of me. I braced myself and managed to slip the two rocket straight rights that came from her, her gloved fist whizzing by the side of my head in a black blur as I felt the breeze from the near impact! After slipping the punches, dropped my left shoulder and uncoiled a brutal left uppercut into Jennifer’s abs that nearly lifted the blonde up off her feet!! She grunted out as the air rushed from her lungs! But I was in no mood for a further chase and she had plenty of fight left in her. The slugging Jennifer leveled her shoulders and tried to muscle me back, straining to shove me back and escape the trap of the corner! I braced my long legs and spread them apart, slamming my lowered shoulder into hers, knocking her back hard against the padded ring post! Jennifer in desperation clipped me across the tip of my chin with a weak left hook and I answered with another brutal left uppercut to her abs, her breasts jiggling as my wet glove smacked with a loud pop into her midriff as she gasped out loud and groaned!
I wasted no time commencing the "closing" ceremony, slamming into her defense with authority! My first two right hands were devastating, jolting Jennifer as her body twisted to the side and her knees buckled under her as she grabbed the top rope to hold onto and stay up! I had finally shattered her guard like glass, and her only hope was to try and pick up the pieces! Just as she re-oriented, I drove a well-aimed, monstrous left hook that blasted its way past Jennifer’s shattered guard and CRASHED INTO HER JAW! The blow twisted her head violently to the side and knocked a trail of saliva and blood over the post and out of the ring. Somehow Jennifer dug deep and managed to force a clinch instead of crumbling to the canvas. The battered blonde collapsed into my heaving chest, wrapping a constricting hold around my arms and midsection to stop the fistic floodwaters. With her face dashed against the cushioned mountainside of my sweat slickened breasts, Jennifer no doubt felt my excited heart pounding like a rhythmic war drum. Our honed, glistening bodies desperately pressed against one another as we writhed together a moment, then I felt her grip over my arms loosen, weaken, and she slowly began to slide down my body, her face sliding down the valley between my heaving breasts, down my abs and over my wet throbbing crotch as she crumpled to the canvas! I heard her whisper as she slid down
"Rrrghhh...Ugghhnn! L...Lemme Go, Harper! I'm Still…G.. Gonna...Pummel You!"
I whispered back in a tired raspy voice
"Looks like you'll...have to...abandon that dream for now, knuckleheaded bitch!!"
I stood back as Joe counted her out, then turned and felt Samantha wrap her arms around my small waist and lift me up off my feet in her excitement, showering my face with kisses!
As Joe said afterwards, “This turned out to be quite the fight after all!”
After I had showered, I wrapped a towel around my waist, went into the steam room and layed on a bench as the steam started to fill the room with a HISS and a WHOOSH, the temperature becoming stifling. I stretched out my aching body on a bench, lying on my tummy, the side of my head resting on my arms as I stretched out my tall aching frame on the wet slick tile.
I took a few long deep breaths, my body aching but it was a “good pain” as I had won the fight and could not have imagined a better outcome. Then I heard the door to the steam room open and I suddenly felt the soft touch of familiar hands on both of my tired aching shoulders. I smiled, as I’d recognize that touch anywhere, and that voice.
“Congratulations Baby…its time for your reward now....although with you...its kind of a reward for me too”
I purred softly as her strong soft hands began to massage the muscles in my shoulders deeply, her strong hands squeezing and pressing in firmly. I felt her warm moist luscious lips touch my ear lobe as she whispered
“Let’s have some fun now, and I’m doing ALL THE WORK”
I felt her climb up on the bench and straddle my prone body, letting her sexy ass set down on my lower back as she leaned forward to put more pressure on her hands and arms as she massaged my shoulders, rubbing and kneading the tired fatigued muscles deeply. I could feel her soaking wet labia as it rubbed against the sensitive skin of my lower back and I began to squirm under her. I could feel her begin to squirm a little too and I knew she was getting aroused. She leaned forward, lowering her body down closer to my back and I began to feel her hard nipples graze the wet slick skin between my shoulder blades, the corners of my mouth turning up in a wry smile as I began to moan out loud. She rocked her full, firm, round breasts against my bare wet slick back, my own breasts flattening against the warm tile bench. She gently slid her hands down from my shoulders and out along my sides. I felt her extended soft fingertips and soft palms slide under me and glide along my chest as she let them begin to cup and massage my breasts. My rapidly hardening nipples immediately started tingling and aching as they slid between her long slender fingers…
TO BE CONTINUED
© 2014 by Michelle/Southern Cross Enterprises. All rights reserved.
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Smiles....Michelle you told me I should read this and....gawwwwwwd it had every bit the effect you thought it would have on me....love you!....ohhhh I mean the story of course.....hehe
Why thank you Amber :)
Chapter 4 will be posted this weekend......hope you like it......
Its the weekend Michelle and you promised!
Told you I'd make it :)
Enjoy...
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Well worth the wait! I'm amazed at how different a style this is from your pirate saga, yet just as good. You're a terrific writer :)
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Well worth the wait! I'm amazed at how different a style this is from your pirate saga, yet just as good. You're a terrific writer :)
Well...I enjoy doing both......both are fun and that helps make it a bit easier...
I think the humor of one balances the more intense serious nature of the other...of course few would agree with my claim of being "balanced"...LOL
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Smiles....Michelle you told me I should read this and....gawwwwwwd it had every bit the effect you thought it would have on me....love you!....ohhhh I mean the story of course.....hehe
Why thank you Amber :)
Chapter 4 will be posted this weekend......hope you like it......
Its the weekend Michelle and you promised!
Told you I'd make it :)
Enjoy...
Michelle
If we go to Starbucks for coffee, can we do the toe fucking thing to?
Very very good!
Thanks katie!
I always thought toe fucking in a public place was a lost art form :)
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Pirates and now this? And this chapter is better than the previous ones. The fight scene is amazing. I cannot wait for Chapter 5! Hurry up! LOL
Thank you :)
I hope to have another chapter in a week or two perhaps....
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Gawd you make me crazy when I read this series Michelle but you kinda just make me crazy in general.....hehe
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Thanks for the nice words!
Chapter 5 is coming up soon and might even toss in a new "wild card character"....we'll see........
My muse for a lot of this is my girlfriend Harper (there really is one).....and she's pushing me for Chapter 5...LOL
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Harper must be loving this story. And so are we.
//Braveheart
Harper says more sex scenes....
Oh...I meant in the story........
Get your minds out of the gutter now....LOL
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your story of Harper all I can say is Can I have some cold water its getting hot in here as I read it and betting this story has given you a lot of offers to box. I would even bet that writing the story made you hot The descriptions you gave reminded me of our talks we used to have ( miss those) You did real good, as you know, but the feelings you expressed she had being a newbie taking on someone that was real good, trained by the same person. Your fight in the story I liked cause reminded me of some you told me about and how you described them the raw emotion Harper had in them, perfect you did good. the story is like your experiences. Those moves, the way she played her to draw her in for the punches.the beginning was steaming Thought I was going to have to take a few cold showers there :P I really enjoyed the Chapter The whole story is damn good. You are BRILLIANT AWESOME INCREDIBLE You are the T.H. Lawrence and Mark Twain all rolled up in one ;) And Harper you float like a Butterfly and sting like a Bee They can't hit what the eyes can't see girl you are fast More sex scenes huh, I won't argue LOL
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your story of Harper all I can say is Can I have some cold water its getting hot in here as I read it and betting this story has given you a lot of offers to box. I would even bet that writing the story made you hot The descriptions you gave reminded me of our talks we used to have ( miss those) You did real good, as you know, but the feelings you expressed she had being a newbie taking on someone that was real good, trained by the same person. Your fight in the story I liked cause reminded me of some you told me about and how you described them the raw emotion Harper had in them, perfect you did good. the story is like your experiences. Those moves, the way she played her to draw her in for the punches.the beginning was steaming Thought I was going to have to take a few cold showers there :P I really enjoyed the Chapter The whole story is damn good. You are BRILLIANT AWESOME INCREDIBLE You are the T.H. Lawrence and Mark Twain all rolled up in one ;) And Harper you float like a Butterfly and sting like a Bee They can't hit what the eyes can't see girl you are fast More sex scenes huh, I won't argue LOL
Thank you faithful reader Watcher314.....your input and analysis is most appreciated....and I was certainly glad to provide you with the incentive to take a shower.....I am sure those around you appreciated it too :P
I hope you read all of Chapter 4 too.......and Chapter 5 should be so awesome as to help you "keep your hands under the desk"....so to speak :P
I even plan on writing the final copy of Chapter 5 ...topless......
Never let it be said that I take my loyal readers for granted.
T. H. Lawrence was actually T. E. Lawrence...not to be picky.....and I highly recommend his book...."Seven Pillars of Wisdom" Lawrence's public image resulted in part from the sensationalized reportage of the revolt by an American journalist, Lowell Thomas, as well as from Lawrence's autobiographical account I previously mentioned, "Seven Pillars of Wisdom" (1922). He is one of the very few Englishmen who have ever refused both the Victoria Cross and a knighthood. In 1935, Lawrence was fatally injured in a motorcycle crash in Dorset, dying at the all too young age of 46.
In his lifetime, Lawrence published three major texts. The most significant was his account of the Arab Revolt , "Seven Pillars of Wisdom". In addition to being a memoir of his experiences during the war, certain parts also serve as essays on military strategy, Arabian culture and geography, and other topics. Lawrence re-wrote Seven Pillars of Wisdom three times; once "blind" after he lost the manuscript while changing trains at Reading railway station.
Contrary to popular belief, Lawrence never wrote a book called "Lawrence of Arabia". His vivid writing and descriptions of the Arab revolt earned him international fame as Lawrence of Arabia, which title was used for the 1962 film based on his World War I activities.
Be assured Mr. Watcher you shall receive an autographed copy of my new chapter as a token of my appreciation for your loyal readership and general spot-on analysis.
As always, questions and comments are always appreciated regarding the series and who knows...you might even make a guest appearance in the new chapter.
We were informed last night we have made "Oprah's Book Club"....and I am scheduled for an interview with her next Friday.
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betting this story has given you a lot of offers to box
And btw, while I'm sure Michelle is too modest to admit it, ( :o :o :o) I happen to know that she does indeed box and is a black-belt martial artist. Amongst many other things ... :)
//Braveheart (patiently awaiting the next installment)
Michelle modest!!???? :o :o :o....I do know this, I for one certainly love her "AMONGST OTHER THINGS" most of all!!!....hehe
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damn Michelle what a saga you've created! I thought the 1st part from way back was great alone, but what you've done since is amazing, especially this last chapter, so intense! I can see bits of previous conversations in it as well, some inspiration as it were for the final fight perhaps but only you know for sure hehe.....
I can only imagine how you are gonna top that though.....I approve of the topless idea btw.....but then you knew I would didn't you? ;)
Can't wait to see what you come up with for a 5th chapter!
Glad you approve of the topless idea....I find it gives me inspiration in "ways" I didn't think were possible....
sorta like a "muse"...as it were :P
I may go the full monty and just write naked....no telling what might happen :)
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betting this story has given you a lot of offers to box
And btw, while I'm sure Michelle is too modest to admit it, ( :o :o :o) I happen to know that she does indeed box and is a black-belt martial artist. Amongst many other things ... :)
//Braveheart (patiently awaiting the next installment)
Michelle modest!!???? :o :o :o....I do know this, I for one certainly love her "AMONGST OTHER THINGS" most of all!!!....hehe
I think amber is shooting for a spot in my next chapter.....or possibly her own story......which I actually kinda like the idea....
and of course...amongst other things i love her too ......and her continued support.......she gets an autographed copy of my next chapter :P
And a few other things to be discussed...*grins evilly*
maybe I'll "autograph" her :P
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damn Michelle what a saga you've created! I thought the 1st part from way back was great alone, but what you've done since is amazing, especially this last chapter, so intense! I can see bits of previous conversations in it as well, some inspiration as it were for the final fight perhaps but only you know for sure hehe.....
I can only imagine how you are gonna top that though.....I approve of the topless idea btw.....but then you knew I would didn't you? ;)
Can't wait to see what you come up with for a 5th chapter!
Glad you approve of the topless idea....I find it gives me inspiration in "ways" I didn't think were possible....
sorta like a "muse"...as it were :P
I may go the full monty and just write naked....no telling what might happen :)
I wouldn't be opposed to that either........ ;)
and I bet being topless would.........I'm sure it helps you to "feel" what you're writing.........hehe ;D
Ah yeah...feel is always crucial.......and many thanks again to all those who have expressed and sent me ideas for the series going forward. I'll try and do them and the series justice.
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Thanks for sending me the Chapter 5 prelim, it looks really really good.
I will not look at a boxing workout the same ever again!
Cannot wait for the final :)
Glad you liked it....wanted your thoughts again.....I call it my very special workout design...hehehe
Thanks loads!!
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betting this story has given you a lot of offers to box
And btw, while I'm sure Michelle is too modest to admit it, ( :o :o :o) I happen to know that she does indeed box and is a black-belt martial artist. Amongst many other things ... :)
//Braveheart (patiently awaiting the next installment)
Michelle modest!!???? :o :o :o....I do know this, I for one certainly love her "AMONGST OTHER THINGS" most of all!!!....hehe
I think amber is shooting for a spot in my next chapter.....or possibly her own story......which I actually kinda like the idea....
and of course...amongst other things i love her too ......and her continued support.......she gets an autographed copy of my next chapter :P
And a few other things to be discussed...*grins evilly*
maybe I'll "autograph" her :P
I woke this morning with this huge smile on my face, as the moment my eyes open I think of the dream I had....the amazing dream I had of a wonderfully erotic fight I had with Michelle, gawd it is so real in my head when I felt this deep burning sting in the flesh of my ass. Thinking it must be a bug bite or something I slide down my lace booty shorts and....OMGAWD there it was...."MICHELLE" with the I doted with a heart!.....she did it....she autographed me!!!!
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betting this story has given you a lot of offers to box
And btw, while I'm sure Michelle is too modest to admit it, ( :o :o :o) I happen to know that she does indeed box and is a black-belt martial artist. Amongst many other things ... :)
//Braveheart (patiently awaiting the next installment)
Michelle modest!!???? :o :o :o....I do know this, I for one certainly love her "AMONGST OTHER THINGS" most of all!!!....hehe
I think amber is shooting for a spot in my next chapter.....or possibly her own story......which I actually kinda like the idea....
and of course...amongst other things i love her too ......and her continued support.......she gets an autographed copy of my next chapter :P
And a few other things to be discussed...*grins evilly*
maybe I'll "autograph" her :P
I woke this morning with this huge smile on my face, as the moment my eyes open I think of the dream I had....the amazing dream I had of a wonderfully erotic fight I had with Michelle, gawd it is so real in my head when I felt this deep burning sting in the flesh of my ass. Thinking it must be a bug bite or something I slide down my lace booty shorts and....OMGAWD there it was...."MICHELLE" with the I doted with a heart!.....she did it....she autographed me!!!!
I am often asked to autograph a story....and I always try and accommodate my faithful readers with their autograph requests....
I think this one deserves very special attention........i mean I should really sign it in my own cursive and not like use a stamp or anything.....making sure I dot the "i" precisely in the right "spot".....
I might even leave a little personal message....such as......."Dear Amber....This might not wash off after I autograph you....but we can go to the shower and give it the time it takes to do it justice.....XOXO....Michelle"
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betting this story has given you a lot of offers to box
And btw, while I'm sure Michelle is too modest to admit it, ( :o :o :o) I happen to know that she does indeed box and is a black-belt martial artist. Amongst many other things ... :)
//Braveheart (patiently awaiting the next installment)
Michelle modest!!???? :o :o :o....I do know this, I for one certainly love her "AMONGST OTHER THINGS" most of all!!!....hehe
I think amber is shooting for a spot in my next chapter.....or possibly her own story......which I actually kinda like the idea....
and of course...amongst other things i love her too ......and her continued support.......she gets an autographed copy of my next chapter :P
And a few other things to be discussed...*grins evilly*
maybe I'll "autograph" her :P
I woke this morning with this huge smile on my face, as the moment my eyes open I think of the dream I had....the amazing dream I had of a wonderfully erotic fight I had with Michelle, gawd it is so real in my head when I felt this deep burning sting in the flesh of my ass. Thinking it must be a bug bite or something I slide down my lace booty shorts and....OMGAWD there it was...."MICHELLE" with the I doted with a heart!.....she did it....she autographed me!!!!
I am often asked to autograph a story....and I always try and accommodate my faithful readers with their autograph requests....
I think this one deserves very special attention........i mean I should really sign it in my own cursive and not like use a stamp or anything.....making sure I dot the "i" precisely in the right "spot".....
I might even leave a little personal message....such as......."Dear Amber....This might not wash off after I autograph you....but we can go to the shower and give it the time it takes to do it justice.....XOXO....Michelle"
We need our fix Chelle ....baaaaaadly! Hope we hear more of this wonderful saga soon love!
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betting this story has given you a lot of offers to box
And btw, while I'm sure Michelle is too modest to admit it, ( :o :o :o) I happen to know that she does indeed box and is a black-belt martial artist. Amongst many other things ... :)
//Braveheart (patiently awaiting the next installment)
Michelle modest!!???? :o :o :o....I do know this, I for one certainly love her "AMONGST OTHER THINGS" most of all!!!....hehe
I think amber is shooting for a spot in my next chapter.....or possibly her own story......which I actually kinda like the idea....
and of course...amongst other things i love her too ......and her continued support.......she gets an autographed copy of my next chapter :P
And a few other things to be discussed...*grins evilly*
maybe I'll "autograph" her :P
I woke this morning with this huge smile on my face, as the moment my eyes open I think of the dream I had....the amazing dream I had of a wonderfully erotic fight I had with Michelle, gawd it is so real in my head when I felt this deep burning sting in the flesh of my ass. Thinking it must be a bug bite or something I slide down my lace booty shorts and....OMGAWD there it was...."MICHELLE" with the I doted with a heart!.....she did it....she autographed me!!!!
I am often asked to autograph a story....and I always try and accommodate my faithful readers with their autograph requests....
I think this one deserves very special attention........i mean I should really sign it in my own cursive and not like use a stamp or anything.....making sure I dot the "i" precisely in the right "spot".....
I might even leave a little personal message....such as......."Dear Amber....This might not wash off after I autograph you....but we can go to the shower and give it the time it takes to do it justice.....XOXO....Michelle"
We need our fix Chelle ....baaaaaadly! Hope we hear more of this wonderful saga soon love!
The fix is in!.....your "dealer' should have your 'fix' in your hands by Monday...and i plan on checking your hands personally :)
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damn Michelle what a saga you've created! I thought the 1st part from way back was great alone, but what you've done since is amazing, especially this last chapter, so intense! I can see bits of previous conversations in it as well, some inspiration as it were for the final fight perhaps but only you know for sure hehe.....
I can only imagine how you are gonna top that though.....I approve of the topless idea btw.....but then you knew I would didn't you? ;)
Can't wait to see what you come up with for a 5th chapter!
Glad you approve of the topless idea....I find it gives me inspiration in "ways" I didn't think were possible....
sorta like a "muse"...as it were :P
I may go the full monty and just write naked....no telling what might happen :)
I wouldn't be opposed to that either........ ;)
and I bet being topless would.........I'm sure it helps you to "feel" what you're writing.........hehe ;D
I tried this idea out just yesterday on a story chapter I was finishing up and the results were truly amazing....I think I'm onto something.......but the results will tell the tale I think
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Michelle, your loyal followers have spoken and they say They LOVE what you are doing.... MORE MORE MORE they need this and you are the one to give it to them You are the Best Michelle :-* and so are you Harper
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Michelle, your loyal followers have spoken and they say They LOVE what you are doing.... MORE MORE MORE they need this and you are the one to give it to them You are the Best Michelle :-* and so are you Harper
Thank you for your support and kind words and I am frantically working on the next chapter.....and hope to even introduce a new character with it.....again thanks .....
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Michelle, your loyal followers have spoken and they say They LOVE what you are doing.... MORE MORE MORE they need this and you are the one to give it to them You are the Best Michelle :-* and so are you Harper
Watcher.....you win the grand prize drawing meaning you get put in the next chapter....not sure what your role will be.....working on that
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your story of Harper all I can say is Can I have some cold water its getting hot in here as I read it and betting this story has given you a lot of offers to box. I would even bet that writing the story made you hot The descriptions you gave reminded me of our talks we used to have ( miss those) You did real good, as you know, but the feelings you expressed she had being a newbie taking on someone that was real good, trained by the same person. Your fight in the story I liked cause reminded me of some you told me about and how you described them the raw emotion Harper had in them, perfect you did good. the story is like your experiences. Those moves, the way she played her to draw her in for the punches.the beginning was steaming Thought I was going to have to take a few cold showers there :P I really enjoyed the Chapter The whole story is damn good. You are BRILLIANT AWESOME INCREDIBLE You are the T.H. Lawrence and Mark Twain all rolled up in one ;) And Harper you float like a Butterfly and sting like a Bee They can't hit what the eyes can't see girl you are fast More sex scenes huh, I won't argue LOL
Thank you katie...keep sending me your ideas...loved the last one!
Just your typically outstanding story from you so please keep it up
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Great characters and story Michelle. Just pls keep it going.
Chapter 5 will be posted tomorrow