A Second Chance

 

It was obvious that Amelia didn't see my last punch coming or even feel it. The lights in her pretty black haired head were already dimming when my head shot snapped them off. I couldn't remove my eyes from my ex girlfriend as she dropped to the canvas. She landed on her back, the hard nipples of her big tits pushing against her sports bra.

What made me take on Amelia that afternoon? I wouldn't say, exactly. I just felt the need, the desire, to score a knockout on the woman who ended our relationship weeks earlier. Watching Amelia peacefully slumber through Emma the Ref's ten count left me content, but not really triumphant. When Emma finished with "Ten! You're out!" I wanted to carry Amelia myself to the recovery room.
But Emma, and Amelia's corner people, Desiree and Jasmine, stalked over to the fallen figure, loading her onto a stretcher. All three girls glared at me threateningly, but there was a slyness to Jasmine's look. Jasmine was one of the women I slept with after Amelia ditched me and she was pleased with the fight's outcome.

"How long did I sleep?" asked Amelia, warily searching the room for familiar faces. All she saw was myself, her seconds, and Emma the Ref standing around her bed.
"Five minutes. You feeling okay?" Emma asked.
 "That long?...Every one is...my head..." Amelia glanced at me and smiled. "I'm a good girl...daddy..."
Eyelids fluttering rapidly, Amelia plummeted backward, head mercifully landing on two stacked pillows.  Emma the Ref cursed at me, adding, "Congratulations, Jon, it's a concussion!"
While the women revived my ex, I was consumed by the unconscious girl, like I'd just discovered Sleeping Beauty. Amelia was so beautiful and exposed. I fell in love again.
Amelia was soon awake and sitting up. Now she recognized all of us. Pouting in my direction, she sneered, "Jerk!"

I checked on Amelia a few days later and found her mood improved. She was a woman who never stayed permanently angry with a guy. I drove her to her two, post KO neurological exams and we even went grocery shopping. Without much effort on my part, we were back in bed.
Over breakfast the next morning, Amelia insisted we weren't a couple and if I wanted to keep getting laid, I needed to remember that. I agreed. Being back with Amelia felt great.
For while, we both had other partners, but then we spent more and more time with each other. Our fucking became about who could exhaust the other first. Whenever I looked down at her during sex, I wanted to conquer her to her soul. When I saw the same desire in Amelia's eyes, I decided there was going to be a permanent victor between us.
I talked Amelia into a rematch.

"You know, sweetheart, I'm going to knock you out again!"
Amelia looked startled by my abrupt announcement. "You are?"
"Yeah."
I walked to her, banging my gloves loudly, watching Amelia's brown eyes dilate. "In a few minutes, you're out cold!"
She didn't back away when I got closer. My arms slipped around her waist and I pulled her to me. "You're going to succumb after my first punch. I know what you are, Amelia!"
The last sentence was a reprimand, like a father telling a misbehaved daughter the truth about herself.  Amelia's gloves dangled at her side, her mouth slightly open.
"I'm still mad at you for walking out on me! You need discipline! I'm going to punch your lights out!"
When Amelia exhaled sharply: "Please...daddy..." I gave her a tender kiss.
The blunt upper cut sent Amelia out on her feet. Her lips slowly mouthed some words as she dropped heavily into my arms.