Manic energy radiated from Desiree, especially from her bright, liquid brown eyes. She had what I call "IT" and what other guys at the Amazonia Boxing Club termed "The Crazies."
You could say she was skinny girl, but training had built up her arms, legs and hips, increasing and not diminishing her femininity. As we discussed the knock outs only match she challenged me to, her eyes held me. Desiree looked at you as if she were deciding whether to fuck you or knock you out. I couldn't say if Desiree was sure herself.
I accepted, but with hesitation. Everyone told me Desiree and her husband, Peter, were happy together and with their two small daughters. Desiree also kept multiple female lovers in short term relationships, a fact that did not upset Peter in the least.
"Why ruin all that?" Emma the Ref asked me. "They've been a couple for nearly ten years, like each other's missing pieces."
"How would fighting me ruin anything?"
"Desiree stopped boxing men after Peter and her met."
I found out later that Desiree had scheduled our match for a weekend Peter and the children would be out of town.
"I fought this guy, one time," Desiree told me, talking over Emma the Ref' reciting the fight rules. "He was like you, really good looking. In the fourth round...POW!"
Desiree smacked her gloves together. "I knocked him spark out!"
"Not surprised to hear that!" said Emma, looking askance at her friend. "You two ready?"
"Sure am!" Desiree declared.
"Yeah!" I said.
I started slowly, just moving along with Desiree, figuring it was best to let the shorter fighter be the aggressor.
"Come on, hit me! You're dying to!" Desiree shouted, her eyes burning into me. "Now! Do it! You wan..."
WHAM!
The punch put Desiree on her back, motionless, eyes closed. For a long moment, Emma the Ref and I stared at the girl on the canvas, who finally stirred and groaned. Desiree sat up, tenderly caressing the spot on her jaw where my fist had impacted. Words began to slip from Desiree's mouth.
"Oooff...that... was..hard..you do like me..."
Emma the Ref rolled her eyes and pulled Desiree up. "Dez, don't embarrass yourself!"
"What?" Desiree asked, with sudden sharpness. "He doesn't...?"
I interrupted. "Maybe she should sit down a bit before we start again?"
"No, I can...."
Desiree went jelly-legged when she leaned against Emma. "No, not yet, you can't!"
I watched Emma guide Desiree back to her folding chair, wondering at the chances of a three way. I dismissed it immediately. Emma was very attractive, but Desiree was the end game.
Desiree came out strong and moved fast, trying to be a moving target too mobile to pin down. I waited, taking my punches like a gentleman, counter punching hard at her midsection to wear her down.
After three rounds, Desiree was looking spent. Weariness clouded her eyes. When she fired an over hand right at my head, I ducked in close and slugged Desiree on the chin. She landed on the ropes, which cradled my opponent long enough for me to close in.
With her arms dangling by her side, Desiree;'s body was wide open. I smiled at her flat, smooth belly and pounded home a harsh left-right combo, that forced out what little air Desiree had been able to breath in. I caught her as she dropped to her knees, propping Desiree on the ropes.
I held my right fist in her face. "You see it, girl? This is the glove that's going to knock you straight out!"
Desiree made a slow nod.
"Kiss it!"
Tilting her head slightly, Desiree pressed her lips to the leather of my glove. Her lips then parted with an audible "SMACK."
"I..need.." she began to whisper.
WHAP!
The right upper cut detonated on Desiree's jaw. In a slow, graceful movement, Desiree's head jerked back and her limbs turned to water. She flopped on the canvas.
You'd think after the way I belted her off to Dreamland, Desiree wouldn't speak to me.
Emma and I carried the completely limp girl boxer to the recovery room. She was out cold for ten minutes. After she came to, Desiree grinned at me like a hunch she had was confirmed.
That night, Desiree and I fucked for hours in a hotel room.
The next morning we ate the breakfast I cobbled together from the lobby and Desiree handed me the single boxing glove she had brought along.
"This was a great weekend, thank you." She gave me a long, affectionate kiss as we stood by the bed. Desiree wore nothing but red silk panties. "One more time before you go?"
When Desiree pulled the glove over my right hand, I looked at her visibly perplexed.
"Peter would never and never will hit me. That's why I love him and had his children." Desiree kissed me again. "But part of me needs to get...hit...by a man who...makes me horny..."
I held up my hand, stopping Desiree's explanation. I saw that I was not Peter or one of her girlfriends or whatever random male she may have been with in the past.
I cocked my glove below my waist as far as it would go.
"Good night, pretty one!"
BAP!
Desiree lifted off her feet and landed on the bed, senseless.
As I pulled off the glove, I saw inscribed on the palm "Property of Peter DeWalt. Merry Christmas!"
I placed Desiree's feet on the bed and pulled the covers over her. After I slipped two pillows under her head, I kissed Desiree good bye and closed the door quietly behind me.
