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.