Missy and Evie

Evie had a slim, flexible body. Her small, roundish face seemed almost feline to her boyfriend, Larry. They had been a couple for the last two years and Larry was content. Evie loved sex and that was half of what Larry needed from a woman. The rest was fidelity.
"I just have to lay back and get laid," he told his male friends at the gym where Larry trained to box.
Despite that remark, Larry was never smug with Evie or took for granted their relationship. Bitter experience taught Larry never to assume a woman would always be there.
But more than that, Larry saw a searching look to Evie, like a person scanning for the final piece of an internal jig saw puzzle.
Evie had gone to the gym a few times to see Larry spar. She was impressed with her boyfriend's physical grace, but Evie found the atmosphere stifling. Evie left before Larry was finished with his session on her third visit. She sat in the nearby grean and open park, with the au pairs and new mothers.
Later that night, as they lay in Larry's bed, Evie admitted she would never go back to the gym.
"There's no air in that place," she added.
Caressing Evie's bare belly as they talked, loving the smoothness of her skin, Larry realized Evie had no male friends besides himself.

Missy had listened to Evie describe Larry in the ring. Missy figured her friend was exaggerating because she was still in love with Larry. Then Missy went to the gym herself and saw Evie wasn't embellishing. Larry moved fast and hit hard and Missy found that interesting.
When she was alone with Larry, Missy would probe him with boxing questions. Did he know how dangerous the sport could be? Was it right that women were fighting now? Would he box a woman?
Larry dropped the benign reserve he kept with all of Evie's friends when Missy brought up boxing and always gave a fervent response to every question. When Evie entered the room, Missy was discussing something else.
Missy knew Evie well and long enough to give Evie advice on what to do and not to do. Evie called Larry after their second date and stayed with him after she began to think he was a little dull, all at Missy's urging and was happy with her choices.
When Evie explained that she was looking for more in life than Larry and work, Missy suggested boxing.
"I told you I hate that place," Evie replied. "I could never be a boxer."
"Larry doesn't seem to have trouble with it."
"Larry is in his natural habitat in the ring, he moves like a tiger."
Missy raised the palms of her hands between Evie and her. "You could be a tigress! Go ahead, take some shots!"
Evie first shook her head, but then her fists smacked Missy's hands. Evie began to laugh and she struck her targets harder. Missy was laughing, too, Evie noticed. Punching is fun, Evie decided.

Evie threw punches in the air in front of of Larry, who was looking at his girlfriend in confusion.
In the past few weeks Larry had noticed how the minimal fat on Evie had vanished after she started working out. He had complimented her, saying Evie hadn't looked so good in a long while. But Larry was startled by Evie in a sports bra and tight gym shorts, pitching her fists as she kept her guard up.
"I want to fight, Larry" Evie said, with a sly, half smile.
"You want to box?" asked Larry. "You, who hated the gym, want to box?"
"I've been training."
"With who?" A number of situations, involving some of his male friends, none of them ending happily, raced through Larry's mind.
"Me." interjected Missy.
"You? Missy, when did you learn to box?"
"Just recently. Evie and I got some training manuals and DVDs out of the library," Missy explained with a perverse simplicity.
"And now Evie can box?"
"Yes!" Evie stated. She punched her boyfriend in the chest. Hard.

"I'll referee," Missy volunteered and when Larry reappeared dressed in T-shirt and sweats, pulling on his boxing gloves. Evie, already dressed for combat, paced like a she-cat around her corner of the living room, now cleared of furniture. Only thick blankets and pillows covered the carpeted floor.
"Let's go, Evie," Larry said, impressed at the solid stance Evie was using as they both circled each other. They threw punches carefully; Evie wanting to provoke Larry into action, while he waited to see what Evie had as a fighter. Standing as close as possible to the fighters, Missy was delighted to see that neither hesitated to hit the person they loved.
Larry let Evie chase him a little before hooking Evie into a clinch. He worked her mid section with a few punches, most of which she blocked. The few that connected caused Evie to "OOOOOHH!" or "OOOFFFF!" The winded Evie back peddled from from Larry's fists, creating an opening between them.
WHAP!!
Larry uppercuted his lover on the button of her chin.
Evie frooze in place, suddenly staring far away beyond Larry and wall behind him. The voices of Larry and Missy gently struck her body and melted, leaving behind blurred words.
Evie's eyes sank shut and she went to sleep. She fell forward to the floor, two pillows partially breaking her fall as she landed face down.
"Shit!" Larry barked, his voice verging on panic.
Missy was already counting her friend out.
"Wake her up!" yelled Larry as Missy reached "SIX!"
Missy glared up at Larry, her eyes shining with pleasure. "Okay, grab her legs!"
Clutching Evie by her bent knees, Larry lifted the unconscious girl they had just turned over on her back. Missy waited a moment, still looking at the slumbering girl and grabbed Evie's under arms.
Evie came around a few seconds after they settled her on Larry's bed. Groggy, she didn't speak for a minute, but sat up slowly and stared at Missy and Larry.
"Larry, give us a minute," Missy asked. "She'll be fine."
Larry protested, but Missy and then Evie looked at him blankly. A feeling of unwelcome came over Larry and exited the bedroom. Missy closed the door behind him gently.

Larry had a beer down the street and watched a few innings of a Mets game. He spent another hour in the local bookstore, where he carefully flirted with the blond behind the counter. She had praised his purchase of detective novel.
Returning to his apartment and entering his bedroom, he saw Missy naked, sleeping on the bed. Larry admired her breasts and thighs even as he felt twinges of hate for the personality lurking behind the lovely face.
Leaning against the bathroom door, he heard the shower running, knowing it was Evie. He had lost track of the times he had simply walked into the shower while Evie was using it and made love with her. Larry turned away and waited in the kitchen.
Evie appeared a few minutes later, wearing her soft white bath robe. Kissing Larry on the back of the ear, she slipped her arms across his neck and down his chest, hugging him.
"I still love you Larry," she whispered. "I just needed this, needed this to happen."
Larry tenderly touched her arm and then kissed it. He knew she was telling the truth and told himself he was only going to get half his needs from Evie.

Desiree's First

Sam knocked Desiree out in the third round of their bout. Desiree was unconscious for five minutes and had to be carried to the gym's recovery room.
While she slept off the effects of her first knock out provided by Sam's power right hook, Desiree dreamt of Grace.
The pair had been working out together, with Grace, a little older than Desiree, the recent high school graduate, giving some pointers about boxing. Desiree was a little in love with her training partner.
In the dream, Desiree and Grace stood in the boxing ring, sparring, playfully talking trash, each telling the other how they planned to defeat their opponent. All the time coyly smiling at each other, especially Grace, who flirting-teasingly punched at Desiree.
When the buzzer sounded, Desiree began throwing punches in earnest, that Grace blocked. Then Grace caught Desiree's face in the palm of her left boxing glove. Desiree, school girl laughter echoing through the dream, continued to swing at Grace.
"Hey! Not fair!" Desiree declared between giggles.
The match felt like a giddy, coltish playground game to Desiree. Sensations from girlhood welled up and tingled in Desiree as Grace continued to restrain her.
WHAM!!
Grace's idle boxing glove slammed down on Desiree's head.
"I love you, Desiree!" Grace cooed as shinny silver stars crowded Desiree's dream. Desiree loved Grace, also, but she couldn't say the words. The lights were going out in Desiree's head just when the canvas was rushing up to greet her.
Desiree lay out cold at the feet of her beloved.

Desiree was a few days recovering from her first ring defeat. She had decided she needed a trainer. That weekend she invited Sam to have a drink with her and they spent the night together.
Desiree found that paternal men like Sam were always ready for sex with her and she believed that she would eventually settle down with someone like Sam. She also got Sam to admit, after fucking him most of the night, that he was turned on by seeing a female boxer unconscious on the canvas.
"You looked particularly satisfying," Sam added. "One leg straight out and the other bent up."
"Like this?"
Desiree lay back, imitating her unconscious self, arms flung out, eyes closed, mouth slack, her left leg flat on the bed, her right knee pointed up.
"Exactly!" Sam said, slowly climbing over Desiree.
Desiree cried "Oh yes!" and was stirred by Sam's penetration, revived like Sleeping Beauty.

Desiree and Grace discussed a trainer named Peter she knew who would get Desiree ready for her next fight. They also talked about the bout with Sam as they finished a bottle of white wine Desiree had in the refrigerator.
Grace had fought Sam twice in the past and respected him as person and a fighter.
"But he hammered you, Dez! You were completely knocked out!"
Grace felt a good boxer with potential shouldn't take a knock out so early as Desiree did.
"How did I look?"
Grace let out a sharp laugh. "You were on your back, out!" Grace imitated the ref's sweeping hand motion when Desiree was declared out. "You were fast asleep! Don't you remember?"
"No." Desiree sat closer to Grace. "I barely knew anything, just that I felt so relaxed and....exposed..."
When Grace said nothing, Desiree pressed forward, allowing her nose to softly brush Grace's. Their lips touched and then pressed into each other. Desiree chased Grace's tongue around her mouth as she unbuttoned her friend's jeans. Just as quickly, Grace removed Desiree's skirt and threw Desiree's panties on the floor.

Partners in Crime Part 2

Gwen left Ethan with the job of securing Power Princess. Disarming the security protecting the Dread Diamond would take awhile, as not to signal the police if she made a mistake
Three Justice Force babes, Ethan thought koed and dreaming. He removed Power Princess' mask and took digital photos of all three crime fighters, their identities revealed. Once identified, the real identities of these super heroines would be made public, ending their law enforcement careers.
A hand pulled the camera from Ethan's grasp as he walked out of the storage room.
"I'll take that!"
Ethan turned to see Justice Force operative Scarlet Vixen. Ethan tried to escape down the hallway, but Scarlet Vixen yanked him back by his shirt collar. Flinging open the storage room door, Scarlet Vixen shoved Ethan inside the room. She immediately slugged him on the chin, landing the thief on the couch. Scarlet Vixen quickly checked her fallen comrades and then pulled a groaning Ethan to his feet.
"Where's your partner?" she demanded, knowing full well Ethan couldn't steal the Dread Diamond by himself.
"I'm not telling you!"
"Fine" Scarlet Vixen impatiently removed a a cell-phone like device from her utility belt and sprayed a dose of gas in Ethan's face.
"Wow...your...tits..." Ethan burbled. His body relaxed from under him and he stared lovingly at Scarlet Vixen. The crime fighter gave him another, smaller jet of gas and asked her question again.
Ethan was nearly unconscious and Scarlet Vixen was a pleasurable, gauzy blur. But the pretty blur asked about Gwen in such a sweet and sexy way that Ethan told Scarlet everything.
"Thank you, Ethan," purred Scarlet Vixen. "Pleasant dreams."
A quick whiff of the gas put Ethan completely under.
Scarlet Vixen quickly revived the other crime fighters.

"All right, bottle blond, don't move!"
Gwen felt the barrel of Power Princess' stun gun press against her shoulder just as she finished disabling the security system on the Dread Diamond. "Hands on your head!"
"Okay..." Gwen slowly raised her hands toward her head and then spun sideways, punching Power Princess in the gut.
A sudden neck chop crashed down on Gwen and she sagged. Agent Miki hauled the thief to her feet and socked Gwen on the chin.
"OOOHHHH!" expelled from the stumbling Gwen, who was stopped in her tracks by Night Ghost.
"This is to say hello to your boyfriend!" the newbie crime fighter said and tagged Gwen in the right eye.
Power Princess caught the bad girl and spun her so they were face to face.
"You sapped me, bitch!"
WHAM!!
WHAP!!
The the gut and head shots dimmed Gwen's vision. Gwen babbled stupidly.
"Prop her up!" ordered Scarlet Vixen. Agent Miki and Night Ghost grabbed Gwen dangling arms from behind. "Gwen, I remember you from the Sisterhood of Evil, you and Max Haig were partners."
Gwen smiled at the mention of her former lover.
"No you're free lancing with your boy toy."
"Boooyyy...fri...end..."
"Sorry, my mistake." Scarlet put in. "You look tired."
SOCK!
Gwen staggered into dim twilight and hit the floor.
"Damn, she's out!" Night Ghost declared.
"Just like her boyfriend. Let's take them down town." Scarlet Vixen said.

Natsu

Thinking about fucking instead of the fight, Natsu judged as she looked over her male opponent on the canvas.
"Thought I was just a string bean girl, did you?" she said to the unconscious Jon, who lay flat on his back.
Reconsidering her judgement as she threw down her black boxing gloves, Natsu thought there was more to Jon's motivation for fighting her than a precieved easy win.
Sex played a large part. Two years of mixed training and boxing had taught Natsu that straight guys who fought women were horny even if they didn't acknowledge it even to themselves.
But Jon had not called her "skinny" or "string bean" or worse as some boys did. Natsu simply assumed that was what he was thinking when he took her on because so many male opponents had expressed their thoughts out loud.
When Natsu set up Jon for the knockout punch in the fourth round, She saw desire in his eyes. But that lust wasn't only sexual, but also worship. While the rest of his body was a whirl of thrown punches and jabs, ducking and weaving, Jon's eyes begged Natsu to do anything to him.
"Hey punching bag, wake up!"
Natsu knelt next to her challenger and quickly removed his boxing gloves. She repeated her request twice, but received no answer.
Natsu smiled perversely and straddled the knocked out boxer.
"Come on, Jon, wake up!"
Natsu made her voice more strident and gave Jon two cracking slaps. Jon sighed.
Natsu had encountered men like Jon, who worshiped female strength. She knocked all of them out cold and slept with the ones she found attractive. Jon's looks appealed to her and she hoped they'd have a fun time, if only he would rejoin the conscious world.
She administered two more slaps and Jon's eyes popped open.
"Hey!....wha...I..."
Jon attempted a full thought, but stopped when his skull began to ache.
"I knocked you out, that's right! Remember anything?"
Jon thought hard.
"We were...fighting...and nothing..."
Natsu put Jon to sleep with a left to his jaw and a pounding right upper cut as he slumped sideways.
"Didn't think a girl like me could do that?" Natsu sat Jon up carefully. "Thought I was just a little push over!"
Jon's vision completely focused and he looked at Natsu. "No, I didn't."
By slow steps, Natsu moved Jon to his feet. Jon felt her right arm slip around his waist and tug him closer to her. Jon relaxed against Natsu as they walked to his corner of the ring.
"Don't fight anymore skinny girls," Natsu advised, wiping Jon's face with a towel. "You don't know what they can do."
Jon pulled Natsu close by her long, soft arms and they kissed.