Andrea

Sam loved female fighters. Many of the women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, especially the ones in their 20s, recognized Sam's love as more than affection and gratification. They discovered quickly he not only enjoyed sex with female boxers, but that he was in love with their bodies - the way they moved around the ring during a bout, how the women looked in their trunks and boxing gloves. The women boxers were the embodiment of female power.
Male female relations at the Amazonia fit two categories: either brief, intense flings usually consummated after a mixed match or the union of soul mates like Desiree and Sam's friend, Peter. Events worked out differently for Sam. Starting as a training or sparring partner, Sam slept with a number of female boxers and three of them, Kaylee, Jo and Sonia, became permanent sex partners.
On instinct, Sam understood how these women concentrated on mental and physical perfection, on being impregnable. A show of too much emotional weakness could be disastrous to a fighter. But with Sam, they were secure, though they could never explain why. "When we fuck, I feel like nothing could be wrong!" Jo told a friend. The women's locker room of the Amazonia buzzed with his praise.

Andrea heard all the talk and hated Sam. She thought all the happiness and satisfaction Sam imparted to his lovers was in the stupid girls' minds. He was just an exploiter who found access to any woman's weak point, Andrea told her fellow fighters. Their pussies.
Sam was just as attracted to Andrea as to the other women, maybe more. She was tall, round chested, with black hair and complexion that fascinated men and women. Sam didn't count on being with Andrea any time soon, as much as he wanted that to happen. And he didn't believe that was so only because he thought she was a lesbian.
It felt certain to Sam that he and Andrea would end up in a match, a bout where she challenged him.In round three, Andrea took control of the fight and, in front of half the women in the club, beat Sam up. He was pinned on the ropes in the fifth. A rapid series of left-right combinations to Sam's head and body exhausted him and then put him out on his feet.
Going for the kill, Andrea ignored the cries and boos directed at her from the spectators and positioned Sam for the finisher.
"Satisfy this, lover boy!!" Andrea scoffed.
The right sailed in a wide arc at Sam's skull. He was dopily looking at Andrea's pouty red lips and strong shoulders when all the lights went out.
Sam was prone through Emma the Ref's ten count and when he was carried from the ring by Jo and Kaylee.

This was not the first defeat Sam had taken from a woman, but Andrea in the ring addled him.The night after the fight, Sam had Kaylee, Jo and Sonia to his house for dinner. The women slept through most of the morning, curled up against each other like tired kittens. Sam, whistling happily, cooked late breakfast.

Andrea was now comfortably on Sam's mind. The total trouncing she administered, convinced Sam of Andrea's invincebility. No matter how often he climbed in the ring with Andrea, Sam was always going to get knocked out, which would make Andrea endlessly more desirable. He hoped to see her at the Amazonia, where, after winning their bout, he hoped Andrea would be more amenable to sleeping with him.
But Andrea avoided Sam. When she thought about beating Sam unconscious, Andrea became giddy and lightheaded. Hating Sam was impossible. 

Weeks later the couple encountered each other at a party and for a moment they were silent. Sam surveyed the parts of Andrea's body he could not pay attention to when they fought. Andrea head began to swim
and clasped the wall keep standing.
"I want a rematch." Sam proposed.
Andrea accepted, leaning toward his right ear, the dizziness suddenly vanished. "Baby, I'm going to knock you the fuck out!"

Kaylee rubbed down her man's back and shoulders, while Jo and Sonia provided a stream of advice on how to do the most damage to Andrea in the shortest amount of time. As stimulating as it was to hear Sonia describe how to beat up another woman, Sam's focus was across the ring.
Andrea stared back, concentrating on her desire to beat Sam unconscious with her fists. The intent was clear on her face, lending Andrea a harsh beauty that caused Sam to wonder when he could strike her weak spot. If she saw his attack coming, he would lose the fight and they would never fuck and the thought of sex with this powerful woman influenced Sam's planning.

Sam made his move in the third round. Andrea hunted him earlier, but Sam kept mobile, hit and then quickly retreated, which irritated the female fighter. Without warning, Sam reversed his tactics and engaged Andrea, making his punches solid and careful. Being a stronger fighter, Andrea hit backer harder and more accurately.
In the fourth round, Sam seemed to falter and Andrea pressed him closely, often maneuvering him into corners or onto the ropes, pounding combinations to Sam's head and torso. Sam began to leave his head open, his gloves positioned lazily by his forehead. Andrea opened up on his skull and in a few seconds, Sam was on the canvas in a daze. Andrea repeated her attack each time Sam beat the count, more aggressive each time.
She didn't hear the female voices cheering for Sam and booing her. Andrea was too absorbed in punching Sam to know the audience had turned on her. Then the shouting crashed on her when Sam went down for the fourth time, feeling around the canvas with his gloves for something to steady himself. Taking in the angry spectators all at once, she looked at them in confusion and then shouted at Sam: "I see what you're doing! Get up and fight!"
Sam clasped the ropes and climbed up.He swayed unsteadily, focused and held up his fists
Andrea pounced immediately. "They love you and your big prick so much!" whispered Andrea. She was nearly face to face with Sam, throwing punches all over him. He kept standing, although everyone saw he was faltering. "Make me the bad girl who beats up their Romeo!"
A painful smile spread across Sam's face. Andrea returned the grin and tagged his chin with all her strength.
Sam was flat on the canvas, unmoving like a soldier shot by a merciless enemy. Emma the Ref pushed Andrea to a neutral corner  and began the count. As she got closer to "ten," the screams of derision increasingly filled the gym, until, when Emma shouted "You are out!" Jo sprinted across the ring, spun Andrea by her shoulder and delivered a straight right to her jaw.
The "bully" landed a few feet from her "victim," joining him in dreamland.

Sam was hospitalized for three days. Jo, Kaylee, and Sonia worked in shifts, visiting, bringing lunches and dinners they worked on together. During visiting hours, Sam and the women discussed Sam's suggestion that they all move into one large house.
Andrea appeared when Sam expected, late in the evening of his last day in the hospital, after Kaylee, Sonia and especially Jo had gone home.
"How you feeling, Sam?"
"Better." Sam answered, watching the girl as she closed the door and walked slowly to his bedside.He laughed silently at the red bruise left behind by Jo's attack.
"Did you plan for me to put you in this condition?" she asked.
"No, not this bad. But you did okay."
Andrea hesitated for a moment, but couldn't stop herself. She kissed Sam and they embraced. Slipping under the covers, she let him undo her jeans.