Women in Love

Mark landed a punishing gut shot Veronica wasn't expecting that doubled her over. Her eyes wide with pain and shock, she never saw Mark's left-right combination slam her face. The grogginess caused by the punches blunted his follow through upper cut, but did not diminish the effects.
Veronica staggered backward to the ropes, her entire body stretched out, chin pointed in the air. Eyes shut and legs going rubbery, Veronica's feet shot from the canvas and she dropped into the ropes.
In the seconds it took for the woman's ass to reach the canvas, her arms went limp and warm darkness covered her.
While Veronica slumbered through Mark's ten count, gloved fists on her bare thighs, Veronica wandered in a dreamland of bright blurry lights and colorful pinwheels. An intense sensation of release flooded her body. This was the first time in five years of boxing that Veronica had been knocked out cold. She enjoyed the experience.

Mark's arms were supporting Veronica when the lights and pinwheels faded.
"Slowly now Veronica!" the young man urged. Why slowly? Veronica asked herself.
Veronica's legs were unsteady and weak and she had to lean on Mark as he walked her to the stool in her corner. Veronica collapsed against the turnbuckle, stars still popping in her vision.
"How you feeling?" Mark asked Veronica, starting to untie her red boxing gloves
"How do I feel?"
A few seconds of fruitless thought followed.
"What happened to me?"
Mark laughed out loud.

Veronica and Mark fucked at Veronica's house. They went until morning. At some point during the night, Veronica couldn't say when, she fell in love with Mark.
Their match had only lasted one round. Mark was a lanky, almost skinny boy in his twenties. Veronica didn't think he'd amount to much as a boxer, so she didn't take his challenge too seriously. Skinny amateur looking to get laid she decided as they faced each other before the match started. Well, if it happens, it happens.
For most of the night Mark was on top, another first for Veronica. The orgasms hit her like cartoon punches and she was seeing stars again in the morning.
When Veronica suggested they keep this up, Mark agreed. He was attracted to older women.

The fling went for two months. Mark would fuck Veronica nearly senseless and then cook her breakfast. Veronica walked around, half dancing, feeling the buoyant joy she had not experienced since she was a teenager. The lovers boxed once more in those weeks. Mark was considerate of his lover this time. The match lasted two rounds. Mark worked Veronica thoroughly in the first and put her to sleep early in the second.

Veronica was in an euphoric mood when Alma approached her.
The two women had a lot in common. They were in their forties, big chested with well developed thighs. They both were boxers.
"Veronica Mitchell?!" Alma asked with a noticeable Spanish accent.
"Yeah..."
Veronica was very uneasy at the question.
"Do you know Mark! Mark Baldwin!?"
"No! I don't know any..."
Alma's fist cracked low on Veronica's jaw, spinning her to the floor.
"I think you do!"
Alma pulled Veronica back up and slugged her in the mid section. "I think you know him VERY well!!"
Veronica "UGGH!!"ed loudly and another punch grounded her. Alma spat the words "puta" and "pera" at her victim, which Veronica barely understood.
Planted on her ass Veronica stared with glassy eyes up at her attacker.
Alma saw Veronica was ready for the message she wanted to give her.
"Listen to me good, puta!" Alma nearly shouted in Veronica's face after standing her up. "Mark is mine! Get your own man!"
Veronica never saw or felt the punch that knocked her spark out. There was yelling and then she was asleep.
Alma's left upper cut threw her against the wall. Veronica slid down with a listlessness Alma found very satisfying.