Here's the arousing, wild Rematch between Jessika & I from about a year ago, splendidly written by AbbyFights who as with the previous fight decided the winner by playing cards!

Hope you enjoy!
And HAPPY NEW YEAR to all!

Hot hugs
Kayla
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REMATCH! JESSIKA VS KAYLA
by Abbyfights
For the last month, only two things were on my mind; How badly did I screw up by making love to Kayla the night of her disastrous, luckless defeat at the hands of Jessika Wallace, and the upcoming rematch that was enthusiastically agreed to by both Jessika and the UFC promoters.
Did I take advantage of a distraught young woman, who was vulnerable after such a devastating, hurtful loss? I rationalize it by telling myself (accurately) that SHE initiated the intimacies.....that after such a physically and emotionally painful defeat, her need for comforting and soothing was great. But comforting didn't need to take THAT form, did it?.... should I have been better able to control myself?
Everybody in our business understands; a manager or trainer simply can NOT get personally involved with his fighter. The pitfalls are immense. A manager has to view his fighter with total objectivity, and has important decisions to make with regard to his fighter's career. You can't maintain objectivity while involved in an intimate relationship. It can't be done. And what about my lovely wife Laurie? We've been in a strong, loving marriage for almost 30 years...and whether you believe this or not, I've only cheated on her once before...and I felt terribly guilty about THAT.
The upside? Ego... vanity... and pleasure, of course. How many times is a woman less than half my age....a beautiful young woman with a magnificent body....going to want to have passionate sex with me?
I visited Kayla in her apartment to see how she was faring three days after the brutal bout. I didn't quite know how to handle the situation, and didn't know what to expect, either. We were both uncomfortable for the first few minutes. There was rapid breathing on my part when she opened her door and invited me in.
"Hello Abby, thanks for coming over. How are you?"
"How are YOU, Kayla? I'm OK." How's your hand?"
"I'm fine...I guess....the finger doesn't hurt so much..." The index and middle fingers of her right hand were splinted together. Her voice was still soft...almost a whisper...she tried to smile...and almost succeeded. An uneasy silence ensued. Perhaps she was upset about "cheating" on a lover? ( I didn't know much about her personal life, family and such.,..still don't.) Or perhaps she was upset with herself for being so needful that night? Or just embarrassed that she was intimate with a man old enough to be her father, and an unremarkable man at that? Hell, she could have just about any one of a thousand young, handsome, hard-bodied studs if she wanted.......Me?? I hardly qualify on any of those counts.
She kissed me lightly on my cheek and broke the awkward silence. "You're a good manager Abby and a good lover too. ( I could feel my face turning redder and redder...) You made me feel so fine that night....and I needed that...badly, I guess." Her voice was tentative, like she was trying to find just the right words. "Look at you blush, you sweet man...... I've never been with a married man before....I feel a little guilty....for...."
"No need for that, Kayla...I know I took advantage..."
"Oh no Abby, not at all...I was so traumatized...not just losing...but the WAY I lost......If I hadn't asked, you would have been the perfect gentleman..."
"Neither of us could help ourselves.....I guess.....and you are a wonderful lover too.......And I was SO PROUD of you...and you were so hurt...I desperately wanted to make you feel better.....that's all that mattered. I've thought about you a lot over the past few days.....you made me feel ......like a young man again.....I'm happy I could please you, that I could ease at least some of your pain......do you think......"
"Abby, there's something I need to tell you." She put her hand up as she interrupted me. "I have a lover...We have a wonderful relationship...her name is Heather...."
"Her?" I said to myself......not really shocked at hearing that.....but I did feel, unrealistically, a bit crestfallen......Not knowing what to say in response to her admission, I did the smart thing and stayed quiet.
"I feel a little guilty about cheating on her...I haven't told her yet.....I don't know if I can or will."
"Of course you have a lover, I expected that....a beautiful young woman shouldn't be alone." I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice. Although why I felt any disappointment at all made absolutely no sense. "I trust our brief escapade won't cause any problems between you and Heather. Let's put what happened three nights ago behind us....we've got your future to concern ourselves with. I hope you're mentally recovered...."
"It was the worst loss I've ever experienced....certainly the most painful.....and I was KILLING her when I broke my damned knuckle. And I was foolish. I should have listened to you. To fight with one hand....what was I thinking? ....just to show her how tough I am?......how much I can take?........how much pain?......I should have quit sooner......when I knew I was a beaten woman......There's a big difference between courage and stupidity."
"It pained me too, Kayla, to see you take such punishment unnecessarily......I felt every blow you took when Jessie had you helpless.......the pain in your guts must have been ungodly. I honestly don't know how you could take so much, let alone make love to me after all you went through."
"My belly still hurts like the devil....and it's still covered with bruises.......Have you spoken to the promoters about a rematch? I can't wait to get that lucky old cow in the ring again."
"The match is set for "as soon as you're healed". We have to give them one week's notice. The promoters are drooling, and Jessika agreed instantaneously. The two of you put on quite a show for the UFC faithful...It will be an other great payday. And it will be even a bigger payday if you're willing to fight topless....the promoters have suggested "Thongs Only", and Jessie is demanding "No Holds Barred".
I want you to train a bit differently this time. I know Jessie; she always goes back to what was successful for her.......She really hurt you in the belly.... she ENJOYED hammering your guts .....and she's going to want to do that again. I know you've got a great set of stomach muscles. I don't know another woman in the UFC or anywhere else who could have taken what you did that night....but I want those muscles even better. I want you to start as soon as you can on a serious regimen of ab-toughening exercises.....pelvic raises, leg raises, standard, reverse and oblique crunches, jacknives and side bends with weights....and all the running you can take. You don't need to work on your offense, you more than demonstrated that the other evening. You know, kid, you've got a really good right hand." Kayla smiled, and nodded "OK".
"And "Thongs Only" is fine". Her eyes lit up as she spoke. There's a bit of an exhibitionist inside of her, I thought....she's rightly proud off her beautiful body...." "So is "No Holds Barred"......I can't wait to bury my fists into those soft naked melons of hers."
"And good lord, Kayla, I said to myself as I left her apartment after a few minutes of 'small talk', you look breathtaking in a thong....."
Six weeks later, after her last pre-fight workout, we spoke after she had showered and dressed.
"My abs feel GREAT Abby" She ran her hands firmly over her belly. I half-wished she was wearing a "belly shirt" to go with her low-waisted jeans. "Your workout advice was perfect. I'm glad you're my coach, Abby, and I'm NOT going to disappoint you this time."
"My instruction are the same as before....use your speed....try to stay off of the canvas.....and one more thing.....I've seen this in Jessie's last few matches.... almost all of the damage she dishes out is with her right fist and knee....keep that in mind....she's been using her left more and more as just a decoy....don't react to her when she feints with a left, OK?"
" I won't. Thanks, Abby.....that's important to know." She leaned forward and kissed me lightly in my cheek.
"And Kayla, no punches to her HEAD.....If you lose, so be it...but she's got to BEAT you....we're not going to have some god-awful fluke drop another undeserved win in Jessika's lap.......no damaged hands this time...... get her where she's SOFT......breasts, belly, and crotch. I don't even want to see you go for her ribs. You're WINNING this one." Kayla flashed a broad smile and nodded. "Just go out there and kick her ass." Her smile widened. The match was less than 24 hours away
Kayla was the picture of confidence as we left her dressing room. I tried...unsuccessfully...to remain calm.
The small crowd started cheering as we walked to the ring, Kayla was carrying a gym bag. "What's in the bag?" I asked as she stepped up on to the ring apron.
"Oh, nothing." She said with a little grin. "Just keep it handy, would you?"
The spectators began to whistle and applaud as Kayla took off her royal blue robe. She smiled and raised both arms as she did a 360 degree turn, waving to the spectators in acknowledgement. Her wonderfully proportioned 5'9" 140 lb. form looked spectacular. Her slender deeply tanned body was naked save a tiny royal blue thong, with her trademark logo "Some Women Are Born Winners"...blue letters emblazoned in a red circle, right over her mons. I mentally slapped myself across the face when my cock immediately got rigid as I thought of her thick black bush, trimmed to a perfect "vee", directly beneath that logo. The dark-haired fighter's large, deep brown eyes sparkled with confidence and anticipation.
The cheers were just as loud for Jessika's entrance. And she was just as stunning. Nearly six feet worth of beautiful woman, the pale-skinned auburn-haired UFC "Queen" smiled broadly to the crowd as slowly shucked her black robe trimmed with red....with "Big Bad Jess" boldly adorning its back. Her powerful 160 lb body looked sexy as hell in a black thong no bigger than a large postage stamp. On the tiny thong, over her pubic mound was the red face of a devil. Her beautiful breasts, with their dark rose-colored nipples, and large, darker areolas, jutted out magnificently from her chest. Everything about her said "Strength", but I was confident in my woman. I somehow knew that Kayla's youth, speed and toughness were to rule THIS day.
As the starting signal rang, the two women met in the center of the ring and immediately locked up in a Collar and Elbow, each straining to earn the initial advantage. They grunted and pushed, but neither could gain. Suddenly, Kayla's hands quickly grabbed the bigger woman's right wrist. She stepped nimbly behind her and twisted her arm up into a painful hammerlock. I smiled to myself at my girl's agility and quickness. She forced Jessika into a corner and drove her knee up into her firm right buttock. Jessika hardly felt it, but the point was made as Kalya snarled into her right ear.
"I'm kicking your ASS....bitch.....and you're making it easy..." Kayla planted another knee into Jessie's well-muscled rear.
Jessikan groaned and roared as she turned her grimacing face back towards Kayla as the brunette increased the twisting pressure on her right arm and shoulder. "Cocky young cxnt.....arrgggh.......I'm going to love GUTTING you again."
"We'll just see whose guts wind up on the canvas tonight" Kayla knee shot up again, aiming for the black fabric between Jessie's spread legs. Most of the knee's force was easily absorbed by the back of the redhead's rock-solid left thigh. Jessie swung her left elbow behind her and its bony point caught Kayla solidly in her left breast, just to the outside of her dark brown nipple. Kayla grunted softly and released her hold on Jessika's right arm.
Jessika began to launch her right fist before she had completely turned around to face Kayla. It was a risky move, but it worked. The youngster didn't see it until it was too late. The punch cracked into Kayla's jaw and knocked her backwards. Jessie walked deliberately towards her and drew back her left fist. Kayla was not taken in by the faked left, and deftly blocked the ensuing right that Jessie had earmarked for her supple belly. This left Jessie's big soft breasts wide open and Kayla laid into them with three successive punches..right...left...right....The big woman groand and backed up. Kayla then missed those globe-like tits with a hooking left, and lost her balance slightly as she overswung.
Jessie lowered her right shoulder and drove it hard into the brunette's ribs before she could completely regain her precious equilibrium. Kayla went crashing butt-first to the canvas. Big Jessie dove after her, driving her right knee towards the prone woman's crotch. Kayla managed to twist her hips at the last possible moment as the redhead's knee slammed painfully into her hip. Jessika kept her advantage by grabbing the brunette's pancaked breasts...twisting them....pinching her nipples...and driving occasional punches through the tender, flattened tit-flesh into her ribs. Kayla grabbed Jessika's auburn locks with both hands and yanked viciously from side to side, finally separating Jessie's hands from her breasts. The veteran redhead's open right hand went straight for Kayla's cxnt, hoping to apply a pussy-claw, but the brunette's right knee foiled the attempt, slamming into the side of Jessika's face, knocking the "Queen" over and on to her side.
Both women regained their feet, arms locked around each other's waists as their upper bodies collided. Jessika twisted hard to the right, slipped her right arm around Kayla’s neck and jammed her hip into her opponent's flank, trying to get Kayla in a headlock to use as leverage to force her down. But the brunette's strength allowed her to resist the effort and keep her feet. She grabbed a handful of Jessie's hair and jerked her back, creating a gap between their magnificent bodies, each now coated with a thin layer of glistening sweat. Kayla filled the newly created space between their chests with her right fist and buried it in Jessika's full left breast, right at her nipple. Jess backed up and clutched at her injured tit as Kayla drove her next fist into the redhead's navel. I could see a slight smile appear on my fighter's face as she felt her fist dig deep into Jessika's soft belly. OOUUFFFF! Jessika bent forward slightly, clasping both hands her gut. Kayla grabbed the sides of her head as Jess leaned slightly forward, but before she could execute whatever move she had planned next, Jessie planted a devastating right knee squarely into the logo of her thong! AAUUUGGGHH It was the brunette's turn to fold up as her hands flew to her mons. Jessie straightened her up with an uppercut to her left breast and backed her into the far ropes. Kayla 'oouuffed' and 'uugghhed' and her body shuddered as the big redhead began blasting punch after punch into her beautiful belly.
"You just LOVE taking it in the belly, don't you, bitch!" Jessie yelled, as her fists thudded into the youngster's sleek body.