Miki - Part One

Ron vaguely assumed challenging Miki to a boxing match would lead to sex.
Miki was a small girl, with a pretty, round face that boys called "interesting." Ron was one of them. It was Miki's thin, but strong body that transfixed Ron when he went to watch the newly formed women's boxing team train. Miki was sparing with Abby, the women's team captain, when Ron saw her. Clad in tight red shorts and a lose white T-shirt, Miki threw aggressive punches at Abby, the only team member able to compete with Miki.
Mitchell University, which both Miki and Ron attended, had had a successful men's boxing team for a decade. Composed mostly of juniors and seniors, a number of the program's participants had gone on to the Olympics. The males dismissed the infant women's team as either an insult to the sport or a joke. The men also got by on a shoe string budget, made stringier by the appearance of their female counterparts. Ron was secretly pleased with the formation of the women's team, he was sexually attracted to female boxers.
A unique, intense excitement erupted in Miki when she envisioned Ron facing her bare chested in the ring. Miki accepted his proposal after some formalized hesitation.

The fighters met after midnight at the Oring Gymnasium, an annex to the University Sports center. Ron thought privacy was essential. Knowing what he was thinking, Miki agreed.
"I don't know, Miki," Ron said when they touched gloves in the middle of the ring. "I think I'll put you out very soon. You're a small girl!"
Miki began throwing punches around Ron's torso and head. "And you're a little boy! Should I give you one black eye or two before I knock you out?!"
Ron glanced at Miki's bare thighs swaying invitingly as the girl weaved in front of him. "I'm going to sing you a lullaby, Miki. You won't see round two."
"You've got a cute ass, Ron," Miki called out to her opponent as he walked back to his corner. "It'll look even better stuck up in the air after I knock you out cold."
When the automatic buzzer screamed, Mikiw as the first out, swinging at Ron. He slipped by the flying leather, playfully mocking Miki's boxing skills.
"A skinny girl like you, Miki, is useless in the ring," Ron sneered. "You should get a man and stay on your back for him!"
Anger and arousal sent Miki's fists at Ron's head. Absorbing the combination, Ron jabbed Miki's gut, making her wince. Ron's left followed instantly, bashing the girl's lower jaw.
Miki wobbled sideways, only to be slammed by Ron's roundhouse left. The ring scattered in Miki's confused brain. Miki was struggling to refocus when two more blows shoved her into the ropes.
Darkness closed around her eyes. Miki forced her vision to clear and landed three rapid punches to Ron's chest and temple. The young man sank backward and then launched his own barrage.
Miki collapsed on her knees on her knees, her eyes open wide, fighting to stay awake. Moving her legs one at a time, Miki stood before Ron could begin the ten count.
"That's all you have, boy!?" demanded Miki, raising her fists to her face. An excited dizziness flooded her body.
Ron stepped in front of Miki, pulling close to her face. His right fist accelerated from below his hip, aimed at Miki's chin. Miki watched the gloved fist approach with expressionless desire.
WACK!!
Miki wondered at the atill silence surrounding Ron and the entire gym. Her legs melted under her and Miki fell against Ron's chest. Sliding down a few inches, Miki went limp in Ron's arms.
"Hey, where you going Miki?" asked Ron, pulling the devastated girl boxer to her feet. "Don't go, I haven't knocked you out yet!"
Ron admired Miki's beauty as her lolled side to side. "Okay short stuff! You need to say 'night-night'!"
"Wha...?" Miki murmured.
The right hook smacked loudly on Miki's face. As she stumbled back, Miki eyes shut and an electric warmth engulfed her body. The orgasmic heat flushed Miki's face and she tipped into a warm pool of darkness.
Removing his gloves, Ron administered a slow 10 count. He thumbed her eyelids and saw only whites. At "Ten!" Ron declared his opponent out and undid her red boxing gloves. As he losened the string on Miki's green and black shorts, Ron's hand brushed the front of the shorts. It was moist and not from perspiration.
"Miki, you're my kind of girl!" Ron declared, kissing the unconscious girl's lips.
Ron sat Miki upright in his arms and slapped her face firmly twice. Miki regained consciousness, peering up at Ron in confusion.
"Uuuuuh! Uuuuuuuuuhh!!"
Miki shuddered in Ron's embrace, her eyes rolling up and hot gasps of air passing from her open mouth. Miki then exhaled loudly. Feeling deeply spent, she relaxed and smiled listlessly at Ron.
"Ready to stand up?" Ron asked, carefully moving Miki to her feet. The girl boxer took two exhausted steps and slumped against Ron. Clasping her hands to the back of his head, Miki consumed Ron in a blissful kiss.