by Claire Adams
When she swung open the door she was wearing tight jeans that showed off her ass, and an off-the- shoulder sweater that looked so soft I wanted to melt into it.
“You look great.”
“Oh, Jet, I just threw these things on. But thank you.”
I walked up to her and kissed her softly. She didn't pull away; instead, she sort of melted into the kiss, and I felt a stir. I would have to try to control myself, at least until the drawing was completed. My tongue slipped into her mouth, and she accepted it. That kiss started softly, but quickly turned into a make out session right at her door.
“Hi Jet, it's nice to see you again.” I was startled by a sound behind Natalie, and we separated. Embarrassed, I realized that Julie had been sitting at the kitchen table the whole time. Natalie giggled as she turned around and headed to the kitchen. By the looks of things, the two of them had been sharing a bottle of wine. Natalie took another glass from the cupboard and poured me a glass. I headed her way, watching her ass the entire time.
“Sorry about that, Julie. Usually we are alone during Natalie's project.”
“Oh, rest assured, you will be. I'm heading out. I get shy when boys start taking off their clothes.”
Natalie laughed. “Yeah, right,” she said.
I sat down at the table and Natalie slid a folder over in my direction.
“I forgot to show you these the last time you were here,” she said. She sat down beside me and waited as I opened the folder. It was filled with black and white images from the one and only fight that she attended. They were incredible―crisp images that stopped time. I relived the fight through those images as I went through them, one after another.
“Wow, Natalie, these are astounding, I've never seen my fights captured like this before. Usually some stock photographer is there, but it's like you can see how we felt. You can even see the stress in Coach's face. I love these. You really are talented.”
“Yup, that's my girl,” Julie said as she got up from the table.
I continued flipping through the images until I came to the last one. I stared at it in awe; it was my spinning back fist that had won me that fight. She had stopped the action at just the right time, when my fist had made contact with my opponent’s face. It was one of those legendary photos that you usually only see with celebrities.
“Oh my God, this is an amazing photo. There are just no words for it. What a night that was, and you captured my win perfectly. How did you catch it at just the right moment?”
She laughed. “Well, you have to be ready for anything. When you're watching a live event, you never know what's going to happen, and really, anything can happen. So you can't be too relaxed when taking pictures. You have to be at the ready, and you have to be fast, so that when that moment happens you don't hesitate, not even for a second, and that's how you capture moments like that. Luck really has a lot to do with it.”
“I don't know if luck has much to do with it, Natalie. I mean yeah, it could be a lucky shot, but how many of your classmates got the same shot, or even close?”
She smiled as she looked at me. “None.”
I chuckled. “Well, there you go, it’s not luck; you have a gift.”
She leaned into me for a kiss, and I tasted her sweet lips again. Everything about her was soft and smooth, and I wanted to touch her all over again.
“Okay, well that's my cue to leave.” Julie laughed as she grabbed her purse off the counter and headed out the door. “You two love birds make sure you get some work done tonight.” Natalie laughed and I waved Julie off.
“So, beautiful, dare I ask what the drawing is going to be this time?”
“Just you and your boxer briefs, I'm afraid. Everything else goes.”
The way she was looking at me got me excited, and I knew she was going to get a little more than she bargained for when I took off my pants.
“You can have these photos, by the way. I have copies in my portfolio, but you should have some as well.”
“Really? Thanks, that's great. Coach is going to love them.”
“Good, I'm glad. Now get your butt over there and let’s do this.”
I laughed as I grabbed my wine and headed into the other room. She already had her easel set up and was ready for the drawing. I pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my jeans. I slid them down and removed my socks as well. Her eyes went right to my cock, which was pushing tight against my shorts. The moment was too erotic for me; I couldn’t help being rock hard. All I wanted at that moment was to be inside Natalie, and I was being forced to undress in front of her. I had the urge to bend her over the easel and release the tension that was building inside my body.
She blushed a deep red, and tried to meet my gaze. I noticed she had a hard time doing it. I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She tried to focus on placing her paper where it needed to go, and getting her pencils ready.
She began the drawing, and I watched her as she focused on the task before her. Her eyes fell on my cock far more often than I believed was necessary in order to complete the drawing. It was interesting to watch her zone completely out as she turned lines into the human form. We took a break once she had the initial outline done, and I went to have a look. She was sitting down at the easel and I looked over her shoulder.
“Are you going to draw me hard?”
She gasped as I said it, and she whispered, “I'm going to draw what I see, Jet.”
I started kissing the back of her neck and she moaned as my hands found their way to her breasts and I squeezed them. Her nipples were hard and I squeezed them between my fingers. She groaned, and it made my cock push harder against my shorts. She got up from the easel and turned to me. We embraced immediately, and my mouth was on hers instantly. We kissed passionately as my fingers fumbled with her jeans. I needed her now, not later, and I was going to have her. She didn't try to stop me when I pulled her jeans down, allowing her to step out of them. I touched her pussy through her panties and won another moan. She was wet right through her panties, and it just about drove me nuts. I pulled her shirt over her head and took off her bra. My mouth found her nipple and I sucked on it hard. Her head went back, and I knew that if I didn't have her now I would lose my mind. I slid down my boxers and turned her around bending her right over the easel. He bum was high in the air, and that image was burned into my head forever from that moment on.
“Oh, Jet,” she moaned.
I plunged inside her as she cried out. I pumped her pussy, loving how moist and hot she was. She continued to cry out in pleasure, and I closed my eyes every time my cock slid deep into her. Oh yes, this was good. Probably my favorite time ever. This girl was just making every one of my fantasies come true. I continued pumping inside her faster until I could feel her squeezing me from inside. I knew she was about to orgasm.
“Are you going to cum, baby?”
She couldn't even respond. The pleasure just burst through her body as she cried out, her body shuddering beneath me. I filled her up with me right after, and almost collapsed on top of her from my own orgasm. God, she felt incredible.
I bent over her, still inside, and I kissed her back over and over again. “I needed that, sweetheart. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too, Jet.”
I pulled out from her and we both went to the bathroom to clean up before we resumed the project. My cock was still tight within my boxers and I felt I could go round two if we didn't have the drawing to finish.
Her face was flushed as she resumed her drawing, but there was a smile there that I doubted she could wipe off even if she wanted to. She was so sexy it almost killed me to stay in place while she finished.
I wondered what she thought of when she drew, because it was quite obvious that when she began to draw she was no longer in the room with me. Her eyes sort of glazed over and she drifted off into another world. Did she think of me when she was drawing? Especially since I was her subject of choice that particular day, or did she think of some
one else entirely? Did her ex ever pop in her mind as she drew lines that resembled the male form?
I would like to think that one day I could wipe his image from her mind completely, so that she would never have a need to think of him again. That was my hope, because considering what little I knew about him, I would never want her to miss a guy like that, but instead be with someone that made her grateful that she was no longer with him.
Maybe she didn't think about people at all. It was possible that when she drew that she imagined places instead of bodies, or maybe her mind went to superficial areas and she thought of last night’s episode of Law & Order or The Office. Did she think about what she was cooking for dinner that evening or what homework she had to do? Was it at all possible that she thought of me just as much as I thought of her? The girl was a mystery, and one that I thought I may never be able to figure out, but one thing was for certain, and that was that I wanted to figure her out. I wanted to know about the things that went through her mind. I wanted to know everything.
What made her happy? Yes, that was very important, and I needed to know that part of her. What made her tick, and what would push her away from me? That was the last thing I would ever want. I had finally won over the little vixen; the last thing I wanted to do was to lose her.
Those were the thoughts that pored through my head as she sat there in silence drawing me. When she finally looked up to let me know she was finished, she smiled in a way that made me think I might be the luckiest guy in the world.
Chapter Five
Natalie
Class had ended, and I was due to get to the training center right after to meet Jet for more self-defense training. I’d had a headache all day, and no amount of pain medication made it go away. I almost teared up when I closed my eyes to try to alleviate the pain. I knew what the problem was; I was stressed out about training with Katie again. I had just about enough of seeing her flirt with Jet, and now that he was my boyfriend I was far less willing to deal with it. I wished that she didn't have to be a part of my training but I understood how important it was for me to work with a female, since in a fight I would only be up against a woman of my own size.
I liked working with Jet, though, and it's not like I ever intended on going in for a real fight, so there was no reason for me to have to train with other women. Well, at least not women who wanted to steal my boyfriend away from me. And this was no normal female; she was gorgeous and more fit then I would probably ever be, and she was “one of the guys.” Guys always loved those girls, the kind who would go to a baseball game and eat hot dogs and drink beers with you. I was not that kind of girl. Not that I would ever be opposed to going to a game, but I had never been before, and I certainly wasn't “into” sports.
I knew that as soon as I saw Katie, my migraine would probably make my head explode. But I needed to get over there and not be late, as the later I was, the more time Katie had to spend with Jet alone. I would just get the session over with and then go home. I’d make myself some tea and a bath, and retire to bed early that evening. It was a surefire way of getting rid of my headache.
When I walked into the gym I looked around. I saw Jet on the bench waiting for me, and after a quick scan around, I didn't see Katie anywhere. Maybe she was still in the locker room changing.
“Hi Jet.”
He looked up from where he was sitting and smiled.
“Hi, baby, are you ready to work hard today?”
“Is it just us?”
He smiled. “Yeah, is that okay?”
I nodded, and just like that, I started to feel much better about the day. I wondered if Jet consciously didn't invite Katie or if it was just a scheduling issue.
We did a circuit, which was a little more extreme than I had anticipated in terms of a workout. But the idea behind the circuits now focused solely around making my kicks and punches more explosive, and therefore more powerful, which made sense to me. The way Jet made me feel while training was incredible. It made me feel like I could take over the world.
I was rounding down to my last few minutes in the circuit. I was dripping sweat everywhere and feeling exhausted. Maybe taking a break from the gym in general the last few days had been a bad idea, but I was feeling energized and alive. I figured I should probably consider hitting the gym more, especially since my boyfriend was there so much. I felt ready to kick some butt.
I thought the circuits were my entire workout, but that wasn't the case at all. Jet wanted to go through my techniques again in regard to my punches and kicks. After we worked on the pads, we started in on defense once again. It was quite incredible how after doing these procedures for so long, things just started to come naturally. Jet didn't even have to tell me what he was throwing―I would just automatically react to the movement I saw in his shoulders, and move to avoid whatever he was throwing my way. It was all really quite astounding, and it made me respect the game that much more.
After our pad work was complete, Jet took me over to a matted area and we did windshield wiper ab exercises, which to me were easily the hardest exercises I had ever done with my abs. As he applied pressure to my legs and pushed them away, I had to stay stabilized within my core, and raise them back up again.
We also did a medicine ball exercise that consisted of Jet dropping a large weighted medicine ball on my stomach as I released my breath. Not only was it meant to strengthen my core, but it was to train me how to breathe out when throwing punches or taking hits. If I had no air inside my body when I took a hit, then someone couldn't knock the wind out of me.
“Do you want to see something cool?” Jet asked.
“Sure.”
“I'm going to jump on your stomach.”
“What? You can't do that. You will crush me; you're too heavy.”
“No, I'm not at all. I will jump on quickly and jump right off. If you keep your core tight and flexed, it won't hurt you at all.”
I agreed to allow him, but I was nervous about it. I decided to trust him, though.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded as I focused on keeping my abs flexed. He jumped lightly on top of my stomach, and although I felt the pressure of his weight, it didn't hurt at all, and he jumped back off. I laughed. “Wow, that was kind of cool.”
He held his hand out to help me off the mat.
“So, how do you feel about fighting an amateur MMA fight, just as practice to test your skills?”
“Are you joking? Jet, I'm not a fighter. I've just been coming here for fun.”
“I know, and that's okay, but you will get to see how much you have progressed, and I think it would be fun. Everyone else who fights amateur is doing it for fun as well, and they are just as inexperienced as you are.”
I stared at him and thought about it. The idea terrified me in a way, and I wasn't sure how to respond, as I didn't want Jet to think I was weak. “I don't know if I'm comfortable with it.”
“I understand that but look at the girl in the ring, for example.”
I turned to see who he was looking at. She wasn't much bigger than I was, and didn't seem to be much more advanced that I was, either.
“See her? She has only been here for a few weeks, and she's not even sure if she wants to fight a real fight. She just likes coming to train. Would you want to try going one round with her and see how you do? I think it would be really good for you to see how much you’ve learned.”
“Jet, I suck at it. I know that for sure.”
He chuckled. “Natalie, you definitely don't suck at it. Believe me, I would never even suggest this if I didn't think you were ready. I have no interest in humiliating you. I think you would do really well, and like I said, you are no more experienced than she is, and vice versa. She's the perfect person for you to try fighting with.”
I looked back at the girl and thought, what the hell? You only live once, right?
“Ahh, okay, let's do it.”
The grin he got on his face after that was well worth my acce
ptance. I loved that smile.
Jet left me momentarily to go and talk to the girl in the ring. While they were talking the girl looked over at me, smiled, and then nodded to Jet. I was relieved when I didn't see any flirtatiousness from her.
“Okay, you're all set. Get your gear on and meet me in the corner. I will be instructing you throughout the round, so make sure you focus on my voice as you are fighting. You have to just go for it, though. Don't wait for my instructions. Pretend it’s a real fight and remember all the things that I have taught you so far.”
I nodded, terror running through me, and I had the instant urge to flee the scene. I quickly got my shin pads and gloves on. My mouth guard was in place, and I headed into the ring to the corner where Jet stood. He was grinning from ear to ear, and I hoped for his sake that I would not live to regret the moment.
My nerves were jangling, and I had the fight-or-flight reflex warring in my head. It was really freaking me out. This was a lame little practice round; I couldn't imagine how I would feel in a real fight where there was a chance I could get hurt. Jet had warned me about that, everyone had them, he said, you just had to fight through the fear. I had nothing to worry about, though. Jet would be in my corner guiding the fight, and since it wasn't real, I could always stop if I felt I couldn't do it. I waited for the other girl to get ready, and when she got back into the ring, Jet set the timer. The girl was relatively the same size as I was, but a bit more muscular.
The bell rang, and we met in the middle of the ring and touched gloves. We circled each other with Jet in the corner shouting out commands. I went in for a straight one-two, made contact, and then backed off. The girl came back at me, and went with a high kick that I blocked. I couldn't even believe I reacted that quickly but I was also grateful that I had stopped the hit. I came back in, landing an uppercut into the girl's chin. The hit made the girl a little dizzy and she backed off. Seeing a weakness in the girl, I came back in and connected with a roundhouse kick, and then gave her a liver shot. The girl backed off again. I could hear Jet calling my name, and it was amazing how it was only his voice I could hear, and nothing else. I was getting tired, but I looked up and caught my breath, noticing the girl’s hands dropping. I came in quickly with a straight punch and then a left hook, making a connection with her head. When the girl staggered, I swung around and went for the head kick. She didn’t see it coming, and it knocked her flat on her ass. Jet was going nuts, and the fight was called. I had won my first amateur round.
