Being hesitant about getting in the ring, Cynthia was startled by being punched in the face by Desiree, a woman an inch shorter than herself. The punches became so rough and repetitive, that Cynthia's body stopped obeying orders to keep her gloved hands raised. One shot was so harsh that Cynthia went to sleep.
She woke confused in the recovery room, attended by Marcus, her boyfriend, and Emma the Ref.
"Is...it...over..?" Cynthia asked, her head swimming.
"Yep, that's it." Marcus kissed her lovingly on the forehead. "You got knocked out. How do you feel?"
"Weird..." She wasn't sure of the right word. "Did I hurt Desiree any?"
"A little, a few bruises." Emma said. "Good for your first fight."
I got trounced! Cynthia admitted to herself.
Emma shinned a small flash light in the recovering fighters eyes. "There's no concussion."
Despite her aching body, Cynthia wanted sex when they got home. When Marcus insisted she let her bruises heal, Cynthia shoved him into their bedroom.
Holding Cynthia in his arms at sunrise, Marcus wondered why Cynthia was so off the scale horny. She was dreaming of the woman who put her on the canvas. The erotic vision of Desiree, fists raised, promising a knock out, haunted Cynthia for days.
At dinner, Cynthia was honest with her boy friend.
"Marcus, I need to tell you something."
"What's that?" Marcus replied, looking up from his plate of pasta primavera. His glance lingered on Cynthia's still glowing black eye.
"I want to sleep with women!"
"Wha...?"
"I feel the need for sexual...contact with women.."
Setting down his fork, Marcus sat back in his chair. Okay, Marcus, he told himself, lets rise to the occasion. He remembered the words of his older brother when Marcus first got serious with a girl, "All women are bi. It's just a fact of nature, you'll see."
"When did this start?"
"I still love you, Marcus, you need to know that!"
Marcus grinned philosophically.
"Good. Have you made a friend yet?'
"No, but there is..."
"Who?"
"Desiree at the Amazonia."
"Of course! The lesbian Casanova!"
"I haven't been able to get her out of my mind since the match!"
"Where she beat you up!"
"And it felt great!" blurted Cynthia. There was an excited glow in her eyes.
Marcus had seen the entire match from Cynthia's corner. While Emma the Ref and Kaylee attended the unconscious fighter, Marcus watched Desiree in her red shorts and top, strutting across the ring, fists in the air. Those fucking thighs!, he thought, pulling an iPhone from his jeans pocket. As he took pictures of the victor, he noticed Cynthia, out like a light, legs spread in a "V," one glove lifeless on her stomach, the other limp on the canvas.
As the women spectators crammed around the ring, cheering Desiree's victory, Marcus was enthralled by Cynthia's vulnerability.
Marcus pretended to argue with Cynthia about her newly discovered desire, but then stopped.
A few days later, Cynthia worked up the courage to congratulate Desiree on winning their match, conceding that she was the better boxer.
Desiree warmly accepted the praise while they both sat in a booth at Concha's, Desiree's favorite bar.
Desiree could see Cynthia's eyes were fixed on her face. "It's pretty strange for you, isn't it?"
"Yeah. First time I box and I get knocked out."
"It's likely to happen." Desiree reached her hand to Cynthia's shiner, gently caressing it with her thumb. Cynthia barely flinched. "I got you good with that one! Do you think you'll try again?"
"Boxing?" Cynthia asked, slowly.
Desiree's fingers went down the other girl's cheeks.
"Yes."
"Sure..." The sensation of Desiree's touch thrilled Cynthia, reliving her first time with Marcus. The pair kissed for a minute. Desiree threw some dollars on the table as they left.
Marcus said nothing about all the time his girlfriend spent with Desiree. At first, Cynthia didn't notice his silence, so engulfed as she was by her new passion. Weeks later, at the dinner table, she looked at Marcus, trying to read his thoughts.
"I'm sorry I have been out so much with Desiree..."
Marcus glanced up, smiling. "How has it been going?"
Relief went through Cynthia like a tidal wave. "I think I'm in love!"
"Is Desiree?"
"Well..." Cynthia came up short for an answer, causing Marcus to laugh. Desiree, in all this time, had expressed none of her feelings.
"Look, I understand this is all new and you're exploring. Neither of us knows how this is going to end. But I'll always be here, no matter what. Okay?"
Cynthia nodded, feeling secure.
Cynthia didn't start crying until she saw Marcus, who was shocked at the tears streaming down her face.
Desiree, he thought. Like clockwork.
As he held her, Cynthia explained that Desiree, who she loved so much, had ended their relationship.
"She is going back to Kaylee, that stupid blond," Cynthia said, briefly restraining the tears. Marcus nodded. Kaylee often hooked up with Desiree when Kaylee was between guys.
"I need to hurt her!" Cynthia spat, angrily.
"Of course you do."
There was a large turnout for what was a semi-regular event at the Amazonia Boxing Club - a broken hearted lover getting even with Desiree.
It was clear Cynthia was fighting to hurt Desiree, not to win the match. Marcus watched the battle intently, shouting advice along with Cathy, Cynthia's friend. Cynthia didn't hear either of them, but punched Desiree's face, hoping to blacken her eye as had been done to her.
Desire expected all this, Cynthia was not her first fling. Weaving and dancing, Desiree presented herself as a target to her former lover and then darted away from most of the punches. She assumed Cynthia would get tired before she did.
That happened, but it took a few rounds longer than expected. By the fourth, both fighters were hammering each other, Desiree with more precision and Cynthia with more force. Desiree noticed her stamina was ebbing. She could not let Cynthia get the upper hand, she had already clocked Desiree hard a few times. From sheer determination, the new comer might knock Desiree out.
Disregarding the fatigue in her legs, Desiree pressed into Cynthia, opening up on her body. The taller girl crouched just enough to expose her head, which Desiree attacked violently. A double upper cut plowed into Cynthia's chin, spinning reality. Desiree launched at her belly and uncorked a third upper cut that knocked her opponent out on her feet.
Desiree staggered from the deeper exhaustion caused by her offensive. Cynthia stood flat footed, her arms dangling at her waist. Eyes open to cracks, Cynthia smiled because the pain was gone.
"Finish you off!" Desire shouted and tagged her prey with a left hook.
Cynthia went out instantly, flopping on her back, arms out.
Marcus had recorded everything.
She woke confused in the recovery room, attended by Marcus, her boyfriend, and Emma the Ref.
"Is...it...over..?" Cynthia asked, her head swimming.
"Yep, that's it." Marcus kissed her lovingly on the forehead. "You got knocked out. How do you feel?"
"Weird..." She wasn't sure of the right word. "Did I hurt Desiree any?"
"A little, a few bruises." Emma said. "Good for your first fight."
I got trounced! Cynthia admitted to herself.
Emma shinned a small flash light in the recovering fighters eyes. "There's no concussion."
Despite her aching body, Cynthia wanted sex when they got home. When Marcus insisted she let her bruises heal, Cynthia shoved him into their bedroom.
Holding Cynthia in his arms at sunrise, Marcus wondered why Cynthia was so off the scale horny. She was dreaming of the woman who put her on the canvas. The erotic vision of Desiree, fists raised, promising a knock out, haunted Cynthia for days.
At dinner, Cynthia was honest with her boy friend.
"Marcus, I need to tell you something."
"What's that?" Marcus replied, looking up from his plate of pasta primavera. His glance lingered on Cynthia's still glowing black eye.
"I want to sleep with women!"
"Wha...?"
"I feel the need for sexual...contact with women.."
Setting down his fork, Marcus sat back in his chair. Okay, Marcus, he told himself, lets rise to the occasion. He remembered the words of his older brother when Marcus first got serious with a girl, "All women are bi. It's just a fact of nature, you'll see."
"When did this start?"
"I still love you, Marcus, you need to know that!"
Marcus grinned philosophically.
"Good. Have you made a friend yet?'
"No, but there is..."
"Who?"
"Desiree at the Amazonia."
"Of course! The lesbian Casanova!"
"I haven't been able to get her out of my mind since the match!"
"Where she beat you up!"
"And it felt great!" blurted Cynthia. There was an excited glow in her eyes.
Marcus had seen the entire match from Cynthia's corner. While Emma the Ref and Kaylee attended the unconscious fighter, Marcus watched Desiree in her red shorts and top, strutting across the ring, fists in the air. Those fucking thighs!, he thought, pulling an iPhone from his jeans pocket. As he took pictures of the victor, he noticed Cynthia, out like a light, legs spread in a "V," one glove lifeless on her stomach, the other limp on the canvas.
As the women spectators crammed around the ring, cheering Desiree's victory, Marcus was enthralled by Cynthia's vulnerability.
Marcus pretended to argue with Cynthia about her newly discovered desire, but then stopped.
A few days later, Cynthia worked up the courage to congratulate Desiree on winning their match, conceding that she was the better boxer.
Desiree warmly accepted the praise while they both sat in a booth at Concha's, Desiree's favorite bar.
Desiree could see Cynthia's eyes were fixed on her face. "It's pretty strange for you, isn't it?"
"Yeah. First time I box and I get knocked out."
"It's likely to happen." Desiree reached her hand to Cynthia's shiner, gently caressing it with her thumb. Cynthia barely flinched. "I got you good with that one! Do you think you'll try again?"
"Boxing?" Cynthia asked, slowly.
Desiree's fingers went down the other girl's cheeks.
"Yes."
"Sure..." The sensation of Desiree's touch thrilled Cynthia, reliving her first time with Marcus. The pair kissed for a minute. Desiree threw some dollars on the table as they left.
Marcus said nothing about all the time his girlfriend spent with Desiree. At first, Cynthia didn't notice his silence, so engulfed as she was by her new passion. Weeks later, at the dinner table, she looked at Marcus, trying to read his thoughts.
"I'm sorry I have been out so much with Desiree..."
Marcus glanced up, smiling. "How has it been going?"
Relief went through Cynthia like a tidal wave. "I think I'm in love!"
"Is Desiree?"
"Well..." Cynthia came up short for an answer, causing Marcus to laugh. Desiree, in all this time, had expressed none of her feelings.
"Look, I understand this is all new and you're exploring. Neither of us knows how this is going to end. But I'll always be here, no matter what. Okay?"
Cynthia nodded, feeling secure.
Cynthia didn't start crying until she saw Marcus, who was shocked at the tears streaming down her face.
Desiree, he thought. Like clockwork.
As he held her, Cynthia explained that Desiree, who she loved so much, had ended their relationship.
"She is going back to Kaylee, that stupid blond," Cynthia said, briefly restraining the tears. Marcus nodded. Kaylee often hooked up with Desiree when Kaylee was between guys.
"I need to hurt her!" Cynthia spat, angrily.
"Of course you do."
There was a large turnout for what was a semi-regular event at the Amazonia Boxing Club - a broken hearted lover getting even with Desiree.
It was clear Cynthia was fighting to hurt Desiree, not to win the match. Marcus watched the battle intently, shouting advice along with Cathy, Cynthia's friend. Cynthia didn't hear either of them, but punched Desiree's face, hoping to blacken her eye as had been done to her.
Desire expected all this, Cynthia was not her first fling. Weaving and dancing, Desiree presented herself as a target to her former lover and then darted away from most of the punches. She assumed Cynthia would get tired before she did.
That happened, but it took a few rounds longer than expected. By the fourth, both fighters were hammering each other, Desiree with more precision and Cynthia with more force. Desiree noticed her stamina was ebbing. She could not let Cynthia get the upper hand, she had already clocked Desiree hard a few times. From sheer determination, the new comer might knock Desiree out.
Disregarding the fatigue in her legs, Desiree pressed into Cynthia, opening up on her body. The taller girl crouched just enough to expose her head, which Desiree attacked violently. A double upper cut plowed into Cynthia's chin, spinning reality. Desiree launched at her belly and uncorked a third upper cut that knocked her opponent out on her feet.
Desiree staggered from the deeper exhaustion caused by her offensive. Cynthia stood flat footed, her arms dangling at her waist. Eyes open to cracks, Cynthia smiled because the pain was gone.
"Finish you off!" Desire shouted and tagged her prey with a left hook.
Cynthia went out instantly, flopping on her back, arms out.
Marcus had recorded everything.
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