A Second Chance

 

It was obvious that Amelia didn't see my last punch coming or even feel it. The lights in her pretty black haired head were already dimming when my head shot snapped them off. I couldn't remove my eyes from my ex girlfriend as she dropped to the canvas. She landed on her back, the hard nipples of her big tits pushing against her sports bra.

What made me take on Amelia that afternoon? I wouldn't say, exactly. I just felt the need, the desire, to score a knockout on the woman who ended our relationship weeks earlier. Watching Amelia peacefully slumber through Emma the Ref's ten count left me content, but not really triumphant. When Emma finished with "Ten! You're out!" I wanted to carry Amelia myself to the recovery room.
But Emma, and Amelia's corner people, Desiree and Jasmine, stalked over to the fallen figure, loading her onto a stretcher. All three girls glared at me threateningly, but there was a slyness to Jasmine's look. Jasmine was one of the women I slept with after Amelia ditched me and she was pleased with the fight's outcome.

"How long did I sleep?" asked Amelia, warily searching the room for familiar faces. All she saw was myself, her seconds, and Emma the Ref standing around her bed.
"Five minutes. You feeling okay?" Emma asked.
 "That long?...Every one is...my head..." Amelia glanced at me and smiled. "I'm a good girl...daddy..."
Eyelids fluttering rapidly, Amelia plummeted backward, head mercifully landing on two stacked pillows.  Emma the Ref cursed at me, adding, "Congratulations, Jon, it's a concussion!"
While the women revived my ex, I was consumed by the unconscious girl, like I'd just discovered Sleeping Beauty. Amelia was so beautiful and exposed. I fell in love again.
Amelia was soon awake and sitting up. Now she recognized all of us. Pouting in my direction, she sneered, "Jerk!"

I checked on Amelia a few days later and found her mood improved. She was a woman who never stayed permanently angry with a guy. I drove her to her two, post KO neurological exams and we even went grocery shopping. Without much effort on my part, we were back in bed.
Over breakfast the next morning, Amelia insisted we weren't a couple and if I wanted to keep getting laid, I needed to remember that. I agreed. Being back with Amelia felt great.
For while, we both had other partners, but then we spent more and more time with each other. Our fucking became about who could exhaust the other first. Whenever I looked down at her during sex, I wanted to conquer her to her soul. When I saw the same desire in Amelia's eyes, I decided there was going to be a permanent victor between us.
I talked Amelia into a rematch.

"You know, sweetheart, I'm going to knock you out again!"
Amelia looked startled by my abrupt announcement. "You are?"
"Yeah."
I walked to her, banging my gloves loudly, watching Amelia's brown eyes dilate. "In a few minutes, you're out cold!"
She didn't back away when I got closer. My arms slipped around her waist and I pulled her to me. "You're going to succumb after my first punch. I know what you are, Amelia!"
The last sentence was a reprimand, like a father telling a misbehaved daughter the truth about herself.  Amelia's gloves dangled at her side, her mouth slightly open.
"I'm still mad at you for walking out on me! You need discipline! I'm going to punch your lights out!"
When Amelia exhaled sharply: "Please...daddy..." I gave her a tender kiss.
The blunt upper cut sent Amelia out on her feet. Her lips slowly mouthed some words as she dropped heavily into my arms.

La Yegua

There was only eight years between them.
Sonia had just graduated Blake Mitchell University with her MBA and joined the Amazonia Boxing Club. She was petite and fast in the ring, so quick and strong Sonia earned the nick name "La Yegua" Teddy noticed Sonia at the Amazonia on the day he turned thirty. When he heard her speaking Spanish behind him, Teddy turned and was struck by her bright brown eyes and shiny auburn hair. Latinas always did it for Teddy since college, where he dated a  Colombian political science major. Watching Sonia sparring with his friend Desiree made Teddy want her more.

Sonia turned him down twice, with barely plausible excuses.
"I don't go out with guys like you," Sonia told him with a flirty insolence. This was Teddy's third attempt: a simple offer of coffee after their workout.
"What's wrong with me?"
Sonia looked at Teddy critically, the answer should be obvious. "I know what you're into."
Teddy was still thoroughly confused.
"Into what..."
"You're into old ladies!" Sonia dismissed Teddy with disdain.
After Latinas, older women were Teddy's favorite sex partners. For the last month, he had been with most of the Cougar Clique, a group of forty and older female Club members.
"I couldn't be with a guy who likes senior pussy...like Donna!"
A few nights earlier, he'd gone out with Donna, a fifty-three year old, super fit bottle blond and left her purring in her sleep the next morning. Little brat, he thought, looking at Sonia.
"But I can still knock a guy like you out in the ring!" she added, sarcastically.
That was not an idle threat. In the last few weeks, Sonia fought six men and all were carried out of the ring.
"Whenever you're ready, Sonia."
Sonia became instantly fascinated by Teddy's proposal and probed further. "Oh yeah?"
"Name the time."
She half playfully punched his shoulder. "Nino de mama! I'll put you out!"
"We'll see."
Teddy was already picturing Sonia prone on the canvas, out cold, legs open in a wide "V."
She punched Teddy harder this time, in the chest. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow night after hours. Fight to a knock out."
"Yeah!"

In keeping with her nickname, Sonia fought in the ring like a young mare, striking Teddy hard, retreating, and attacking again. That Sonia was aware what Teddy was clear by the tight trunks and sports bra she wore. Continually she told her opponent how boxing with a man made her incredibly horny.
"And I was gonna fuck you after the match, but you're just interested in the old ladies!"
"What?!" exclaimed Teddy seconds before the upper cut struck.
WHAM!
Teddy was out instantly. Sonia looked at her work with deep satisfaction and turned back to her corner.
For the duration of three minutes, Teddy dreamed of Donna and the other members of the Cougar Clique, including Beatriz who used boxing as foreplay.
Teddy woke on his back, barely managing to raise his head to see Sonia's fine ass facing him. Slowly he got up and made his way to La Yegua.
"Sonia...."
The young girl turned nonchalantly just as Teddy launched his own upper cut. 
Sonia's whole body jerked and staggered. She grabbed at the ropes nearby as blackness flooded her brain. With loud groan, Sonia fell against Teddy's bare chest.
Attentively, Teddy lay the completely limp Sonia on the canvas. He checked the girl's pulse. Satisfied, he folded her gloved hands on her belly and kissed her red lips, that were curled in a smile. He rested beside her as Sonia had powerful erotic dreams of older men.