Pretty Young Thing

Missy's first time in love was with Serena. The emotions weren't adult love, seasoned love from experience, but a massive excitement, a mania to be with Serena continually.
Serena noticed the 18 year old girl's adoration while Missy was learning to work the speed bag. She knew it was Missy's first time. Just starting college, Serena guessed correctly. Nearing 30, Serena appeared older to Missy, because Serena was the mother of a year old daughter and maternity gave her a regal bearing.
Locker room gossip whispered that the same man fathered Serena's child, also fathered a son with Serena's female lover, Anjanette and that the trio were raising the children together. The other rumor, that Serena still engaged in flings with other women, made Missy's heart race.
After a few weeks of hesitation, Missy's hormones overcame her timidity and she spoke to Serena, complimenting her on how good Serena's well developed body looked in her high-cut, one piece bathing suit. Missy kept touching Serena's long curly hair, asking how she got it that way. Later that day, Serena invited Missy to be her sparring partner.
"To see what you've got," explained Serena. Missy barely contained her excitation.

Serena tested the young girl, keeping close to her, checking how rapidly she blocked and threw punches. As the session progressed, Missy moved faster, trying to land more punches than Serena checked.
The last punch Serena threw moved effortlessly. She didn't think about her action, but put all her weight behind the left upper cut to Missy's exposed chin.
A blaze of white light erupted in Missy's head, followed instantly by a burst of stars which showered everywhere.
The young girl first staggered and then swayed lightly on her feet, eyes drifting shut. Missy submitted to the surge of relaxation that engulfed her body and sank backwards into darkness.
"You put her out cold, Serena!"
"Yeah!" Serena's voice was vibrant with triumph and lust. Her eys drank in the unconscious Missy, flat on her back, her right glove resting on her belly. "She's sleeping like a damn baby!"
"It was a sparring match!" Emma the Ref chastised her friend. "She didn't expect a punch like that!"
Serena nodded her agreement. "I know!"
"Her pulse is okay..Jesus, Serena, that was wrong! Missy is a beginner!"
Serena agreed. "I wonder if she knows what she is!...Missy is gorgeous when she's like this!"
Emma rolled her eyes, reminding herself how messed up Serena's mind really was.
"Help me get her to the recovery room, Serena!"
Missy dreamt, for the five minutes she was knocked out, that she had sex with Wonder Woman and then that Serena was the warrior-queen of the Amazons and Missy was her lover and companion.

For two weeks Serena went missing from the gym, enjoying her time as stay home mom for the babies. Being knocked out cold by Serena made Missy pine for her even more and she mentally recalled how Serena grinned at her just before the lights went out.
"How about a real fight this time, Missy?" Serena offered, almost demanded, when she reappeared. The couple were alone in the women's locker room.
"Yeah!...Sure!" responded Missy, eyes dilated.
Serena set the match for the next day and gave Missy a long, intense kiss before she strutted from the room.

Their fight was longer than the last, but ended the same way. Missy spent rounds one and two getting worked over. By the third, Missy hung from the ropes, Serena pounding her body. Serena let up for a moment and saw in her opponent's eyes exactly what she expected: glassy confusion and sexual arousal.
"You are a submissive!" Serena whispered into the dazed Missy's ear and gave her a kiss. Missy watched placidly as Serena first kissed her own glove and then cocked it back. "Who's you're mommy, Missy?!"
Missy seemed to consider for a moment. "Y...ore...my moma..."
BAM!!!
Scorching electricity filled Missy's body and she dropped face first onto the canvass. Missy settled into the warm darkness of after glow and was unconscious.
"8...9..10! You're out!" Emma yelled above the spectator's cheers.
Serena raised her gloves in triumph and glanced down at Missy's cute ass cheeks peeking out of her hiked up shorts and said: "Sleep tight, my pretty young thing!"
Serena carried Missy from the ring like a groom transport the bride to their wedding bed.