Contusion

Jack glanced across the ring at Sophia as her second laced her gloves. Sophia was fit and solid, but not in the way Jack was used to in a female fighter. Her hips were broader than he usually encountered and her breasts, loosely restrained in a black sports bra, were pleasing hills of gorgeous flesh.

The color of Sophia’s eyes evaded Jack when they were finally face to face for their sparring match. While his partner’s face, with pouty, full lips and a petite nose, never moved from his; her irises bled constantly purple into black.

“You’re okay with a female sparring partner?” Sophia impatiently studied Jack’s face.

“Not a problem for me,” Jack answered breezily. “I’ve had matches with women.”

Sophie’s lips curved slightly. “How’d you do?”
“Won a few, lost a few.”

“Which did you like more?”

“Winning,” Jack declared without considering. “Ready?”

Sophia nodded positively and they returned to their corners. Jack concluded she was probably a good fuck.

At the bell, the fighters surged at each other, gracefully. When she was in range of Jack’s raised fists, Sophia darted away, giving Jack an opportunity for pursuit. Jack cut her off quickly and they began trading punches.

Sophia’s felt out Jack’s pattern of attack within moments and glided into it, blocking most of the shots he threw. She dodged the ones that flew past her defenses and popped lefts and rights on Jack’s face.

Retaliation from Jack picked up speed as the sparring progressed. Jack read the pleased curl of Sophia’s lips and her continual jabs as provocation, getting Jack riled just enough to test the limits of Sophia’s defenses.

Jack’s right sailed over Sophia’s shoulder and with seamless precision; she brought up her own right at Jack’s head.

White light flashed, consuming everything in Jack’s vision. Going lightheaded, Jack saw a look of total astonishment on Sophie’s face melt into gasping pleasure. Jack wanted to fondle Sophia’s tits and arms badly. There was darkness. Sophia said “Fuck” to Jack.

Suddenly Jack was seated in one of the corners on a folding chair, blinking. Isabel, the gym doctor, shone the light beam of a miniature flashlight in his eyes.

“How old are you, Jack?” Isabel tested him.

“Who?...I’m twenty-six…”

“Fine…” Isabel watched the retinas contract from the light and told him he probably didn’t have a concussion. “What’s your name, Jack?”

“What? Jack… very funny Izzy!”

Behind the doctor was Sophia, her head moving behind Isabel’s, searching for Jack’s face.

“You feeling okay, Jack?”
“My face hurts…”

Jack noticed his boxing gloves had been removed and he cautiously brought his hand to his right eye, which had begun to flare with pain. Isabel took his hand away.

“Don’t do that,” she calmly admonished. “Get an ice pack.”

“Why?” Sophia blurted anxiously. Isabel continued to survey her patient’s battered face. “Because he’s going to have a black eye.”

“Oh?! Yeah!” Sophia agreed. “I’m sorry, Jack. I got into this rhythm and was carried away, you know?”
“Let’s stand up, Jack,” Isabel said. She and Sophia hoisted Jack to his feet and walked him a few paces, until he was steady enough to move on his own. Sophia stayed with him all the way to the men’s locker room door, continuing to explain her actions, while staring enraptured at Jack’s bruised eye.

Jack accepted her explanations and asked her not to follow him into the locker room.

Later in the gym parking lot, Sophia asked Jack if he had immediate plans. Lust stirred in Jack, but his sore face suppressed that feeling quickly. “I’m going home to lie down and nurse my face, thank you Sophia.”

Jack climbed into his car and slammed the door behind him. Sophia clasped hold of the door. “Tomorrow?”

Jack smiled at Sophia and noticed again the shifting hues of her eyes. In a moment, Jack decided to ignore the unease he felt about Sophia, especially after he realized it was attraction and not unease he was feeling.

“Let’s have lunch, then,” said Jack.


Sophia’s body fit well with Jack’s. His fingers danced affectionately on Sophia’s melon-shaped breasts and moved joyously over her broad hips and round ass. And her ever molting eyes, wide and alluring, were fixed on his face; especially during climax when they blazed intense purple and then rolled up in her head.

Between bouts, they would talk as Jack caught his breath and Sophia kissed him all over. Jack cringed slightly the first few times Sophia’s lips grazed his black eye. Sophia explained she loved the taste of male perspiration, the bitterness aroused her. But when the tenderness of the bruise subsided, Jack enjoyed the caresses of Sophia’s lips and tongue.

By the middle of the next month, Sophia had stopped calling. Jack was perplexed at first; Sophia practically tackled him into bed at the start. As the weeks had passed and his contusion faded, Sophia appeared less and less. Jack became angry and frustrated. When they crossed paths at the gym, Jack remarked that they hadn’t spoken in a while.

“I’ve been busy…” she answered. “Work…you look better, Jack.”

Sophia grinned at her former bed mate, hoping to ease his dismay, but she felt an empty disappointment looking into Jack’s clear face.

“Fine, we’ll have lunch some time…” Jack turned to walk away. Sophia’s disappointment suddenly widened as Jack moved on. “Wait…Jack…I was hoping…”

“Yeah?” Jack looked back at her. His eyes roamed all over her body.

“I was hoping we’d have a match.”

Jack didn’t reply immediately, he simply smiled. “I’m nearly 20 pounds bigger than you, I’d end up decking you.”
“Jack, honey, I decked you!”

Jack heard provocation in Sophia’s voice and accepted, surprised by the excitement rising inside him.


Sunday mornings the gym was open, but hardly anyone used it until 10 a.m. Jack wanted to have a ref there, but Sophia insisted that they fight alone. Jack wondered if this wasn’t actually just another date.

When they touched gloves, Jack looked again at Sophia’s eyes. Their color was never stable, shifting constantly between black and purple.

Jack wasn’t surprised when Sophia came at him instantly. Her punches flew rapidly, smacking him in the face and chest.

“I’m going to hurt you, Jack!” from Sophia’s lips sounded at first like flirtation, but it had the tone of a promise.

Increasingly, Sophia jabbed at Jack’s face. He blocked her punches as best he could, but Sophia’s arms moved faster. Three shots detonated on the side of Jack’s face as Sophia pressed him toward the ropes. A fourth caught Jack on the cheek before he tumbled back, catching his arms on the top rope. Sophia hammered her opponent’s face again, propelling Jack sideways and downward. Springing away, Jack quickly regained his footing and dodged Sophia’s incoming right. He blocked her follow-up left and shoved it away angrily.

“Sophia, what he fuck are you trying to do!” yelled Jack. “You can disconnect a retina doing that!”

Puzzled horror showed on Sophia’s face. “No!” she shouted, shaking her head. “I don’t want to do that!”

Jack saw Sophia’s confusion and felt the sensation of her lips and tongue on his black eye.

His fist flew out in a long arc and crashed directly into Sophia’s chin. She dropped to the canvas instantaneously, landing thunderously on her back. One arm lay unmoving at her side, the other rested on her belly that rose and fell serenely. Sophia’s eyes were shut and half covered by bunches of black hair. Her lower jaw had gone slack, revealing a few upper teeth.

A powerful wave of warmth pulsed through Jack when he took in the unconscious Sophia prone before him. Then he was slumped on the ropes, gulping down air. Still gasping, Jack struggled to his feet and yanked off his gloves. He knelt down and pressed three fingers to the artery in Sophia’s neck. The pulse was normal. Jack cracked her eyelids and saw only whites; Sophia was in a deep slumber.

Jack thanked the ceiling repeatedly for the normal pulse. Then he looked at Sophia again and felt content. To him, her sleeping face had a glow and gave him a delight he’d never had before and he felt it in his loins.

A low moan slipped through Sophia’s parted lips, tailed by louder sigh seconds later. Jack leapt out of his daze and gently slapped Sophia on the cheeks. Her purple-black eyes fluttered open.