This was Jack's first boxing match with a woman. Actually, it was the first match ever for him. Male boxing bored him and he lacked the nerve, until now, to take on a women.
Jack stood in his corner of a boxing ring in the Oring Recreational Center of Blake Mitchell University, adoring his opponent, Joanie, a junior with shortish black hair in a brief pony tail and radiant blue eyes. He couldn't explain why, but the slender, athletic girl got him excited.
Joanie exchanged whispers with an equally short haired blond. Both of them smiled reassuringly at Jack. Then Joanie swapped a long kiss with her friend and walked out to Jack, raising her blue boxing gloves.
"You ready, Jack? Huh?"
The ringing flirtiness in Joanie's voice pierced Jack.
"Who is that?" Jack asked. They were probing each other with jabs and punches.
"Terry...my girlfriend..."
Vague disappointment clouded Jack's face.
"Don't worry, I go with guys, too."
The punches from both sides grew harder and faster.
"You like me, Jack? Is that why we're here?"
Before Jack answered, Joanie delivered a sharp right hook. He didn't go out instantly, but stood listlessly, dreaming that Joanie was naked except for her boxing gloves. A thick velvet curtain slammed down. Jack heard Joanie giggle like a tree full of song birds and then nothing at all.
"Natasha said he was a great guy and real good fuck."
Jack heard the name of his freshman year girlfriend, but that was not her voice. His eyes opened and Jack saw Joanie and Terry knelt on each side of him.
"Really?' asked Joanie, looking Jack over. "I think he's awake. How do you feel?"
Jack moaned slowly. The women helped him sit up.
"Did you dream about anything?" Terry asked him.
Jack sorted the images in his mind, selecting the most pleasing. "Your thighs..." he said to Joanie.
"What else?"
Jack savored the sweetness in Joanie's question and added all the erotic detail he could muster.
That night he fucked Donna, his room mate's cousin. They had met at a birthday party and had been messing around for almost a year.
Jack liked older women and, at forty-six, Donna was perfect - long legs, muscular biceps, firm breasts, and a "Fuck me now!' look in her eyes. Donna didn't love Jack, but she liked him very much. This fact made her sad, but she had the consolation of knowing that Jack lacked any concept of love at all.
"What happened to your face, Jack?" she asked as they lay in her bed.
"I had my first boxing match."
"I thought you said boxing was boring?"
"With a girl!"
Donna burst out laughing. "And she hit you?"
"Knocked me out cold in round one."
"You got wood, didn't you!?"
Donna was already stimulating her lover. He gave Donna a deep kiss. "I only get stiff for you, Donna!"
"Don't shit me, horn dog! You want her on her back!"
Donna felt Jack enter her again. She drank in the pleasure.
"She's got a girlfriend, too." Jack explained later.
"So? She got in the ring with you, she likes you."
"They laughed at me before the match."
"They could see your boner! Any woman laughs at that." Donna kissed him. "I fell in love with a girl in college."
"Yeah?" Jack said.
"It was great. We were together for two years and we both had men."
Jack congratulated himself on having sex with a bisexual woman. "Cool." he said. "What happened with her?"
Donna sat up on the bed, silent for a moment. "Time." she answered, unhurriedly.
Joanie was excited to back in the ring with Jack again. She was unsure if he would accept getting knocked out, in his first bout, by a woman. The worry wasn't necessary, he was as thrilled as she was.
As happy as she was to hit Jack, even possibly KO him a second time, Joanie knew she had a crush on her challenger. Still an amateur, Jack couldn't keep up with the more experienced fighter that Joanie was. Jack was in over his head, but his persistence was attractive to Joanie.
When she often caught his eye, she would smile affectionately at Jack, right to the moment Joanie knocked him out cold.
"I'm not bothering with the count this time," Terry demurred. "You sent him to Dreamland."
Joanie nodded absently, eyes fixed on Jack.
"Joanie?" prompted Terry. "You won by a knockout...again!"
"Ah-huh..." Joanie murmured and grabbed her gym bag, from which she removed a small camcorder. With complete absorption, the warrioress moved the camera the length of Jack's body, starting at his face, while speaking into the mike.
"Look at you, Jack! You're OUT for the count! You are SO out it! What a wuss! You know, Jack.." The picture focused on the raised midsection of Jack's trunks. "...I'm in love with you! Do you feel the same way? Looks like you do!"
Terry's eyes rolled. "Is all this 'personal use' or are you going to share with Mr. Honey Stick?"
Shoting Terry an evil stare, Jean snapped off the camcorder. "We are going to share it, tonight! Now don't talk over me!"
The narrative resumed. "I bet you are SO fucking happy a woman beat you up! I know your kind, you came all over yourself! My fist is iron and you were wasted the instant I hit you!"
Terry stifled her impulse to laugh and waited in Joanie's corner for the love letter to conclude.
The next two months slid past Jack so quickly he barely noticed them. Most of his spare time was dedicated to Joanie. Each day, they made a new discovery about each other. They often watched the film of Jack's second loss that Joanie made. Jack was experiencing unalloyed romantic love for the first time.
Donna expected this to happen, right from the day Jack first mentioned Joanie. So Donna texted Jack a reminder that he had other erotic obligations.
"I didn't see 'Property of Joanie' stenciled on your balls," Donna told Jack.
"I know. I'm sorry."
Jack sounded like a shamed little boy, which turned Donna on. Jack did regret neglecting Donna, especially after their weekend at the shore. Joanie was young and energetic, but Donna knew exactly what she was doing.
"And it won't go on forever, you and her."
Jack glared at Donna. "Why not?"
The older woman sighed. "You two are in your fornication phase. That will burn out and you'll see who each of you really are. Then you know what will happen?"
"What?" asked Jack, as if it were a trick question.
"You will find out who's in charge."
"Afraid to hit me?!" Joanie teased Jack. They were facing off in the ring again, at Joanie's suggestion. "Think I might not give you any if you hit me too hard?"
Jack had seriously considered that possibility. This was their first match since becoming a couple. Well, it's her idea, Jack told himself.
During a furious exchange of punches, Jack tagged Joanie's chin, making her stumble a few paces backward. Terror filled the pit of Jack's stomach as he watched Joanie wobble violently.
"Wow, Jack!" Joanie said, shaking her head a few times as she touched her glove to her chin. "That was very good! I felt that one! You almost knocked...me...ouuuu..."
Joanie's voice drifted away as her eyes closed and she drifted effortlessly to the canvas.
"Joanie!" Jack yelled. He checked her eyes, which were completely rolled up.
She slept a few minutes, regaining consciousness in Jack's arms. She told Jack there was no one but him in her affection from now on, except Terry, of course. Jack never mentioned Donna.
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