by Jane Price
She was about to follow his jaw-line, decorated with well-groomed facial hair, when suddenly, the man’s opponent took advantage of his distracted state. The man in the Brazilian shorts took a well-aimed punch to the face before collapsing to the ground. His opponent, a man wearing red Mexican shorts snorted before walking out of the ring. Cassandra looked at the man and frowned.
Looking around, she grabbed an icepack. Her fingers worked to crush it in her hand until it became cold to the touch. She then jumped effortlessly into the ring, walking over to him. He was still slightly unconscious and dazed when she placed the icepack on his cheek. She frowned as she noticed a small trail of blood escape his mouth. His opponent had apparently split his lip with the punch.
As Cassandra held the Brazilian man’s head in her lap, he started to wake up. He looked up at her, a confused look on his face. He had never seen this beautiful woman before and he wondered who she was.
Cassandra looked down at him, her long hair gently caressing his face as her large hazel eyes looked concerned. He smiled slightly, his perfect pearly white teeth giving him a warm characteristic. Once again, Cassandra’s heart reacted to this man in ways she had never experienced before.
“Are you alright?” She finally asked, her voice soft and delicate as it slowly made its way down to the man. His smile deepened. Cassandra noticed two adorable dimples on the side of his face. She returned the smile and the world seemed to stop for a moment as the two of them looked at each other, staring into one another’s eyes.
Finally, the man nodded, before sitting himself up. The two of them sat cross-legged in the ring. He placed his hands on his knees before tasting the blood in his mouth. He quickly wiped it away with an embarrassed look on his face.
“You didn’t just see that did you?” He asked, his voice a soft, gentle whisper.
Cassandra chuckled, “You mean you getting knocked out? Unfortunately, I did.” The man blushed with shame as he tried to look away. He felt embarrassed. Why had this beautiful woman seen him fall so easily at the hands of another man?
“Hey… don’t be embarrassed… who trained you?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, encouraging him to trust her. Being the daughter of Keaton Pavone meant she knew most of the trainers in Triple S. The man looked at her a little confused. He didn’t expect a sweet looking girl like her to ask such a question.
“No one… really… I mainly taught myself…” He looked down, still embarrassed. Cassandra furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Then why are you fighting?” She asked, her eyes intense as she looked at his chest, a part of her wanting to run her fingers across it, to follow his happy trail all the way to its end. She bit her lip, trying to keep her thoughts clean for the moment.
“Well… my brother was a fighter… but he recently died in a car accident… and I wanted to honor his memory by continuing his legacy…” The man looked up at her with burning eyes. There was no denying the conviction this man felt, but as Cassandra looked at him, she knew he wouldn’t last a day in the ring without proper training.
“I’m sorry for your loss… I lost someone today too… my father. He used to train people here… I know a thing or two about training if you are looking for someone.” Her voice was shaky, and once again the tears threatened to spill out. The man looked at her and gently laid one of his hands on her hand, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand in a soothing way.
“I’m sorry to hear that…” His eyes were burning with an unknown emotion as he looked at the woman. “But… I would love to have a beautiful woman like you as my trainer.” He flashed her another perfect smile and she couldn’t help but return the gesture.
“Good… then let’s start.” There was a smirk on Cassandra’s lips now as she saw the surprised look on his face. He hadn’t expected to start training so soon.
“What… like now?” He asked, amazed.
“Better now than never,” she said as she got up and offered him her hand. He smirked and took it, using it to hoist himself up. He liked this woman. She had the spirit and attitude of a fighter.
Soon, Cassandra had the man sweating and huffing as she worked on his reflexes, telling him that the most important thing about fighting was anticipation of an opponent’s attack. By the end of their training, it was late and both of them were tired.
“You know… you have been kicking my butt for hours… and you’ve yet to tell… me… your name…” The man said, out of breath as he leaned over and rested his hands on his knees. Cassandra looked at him, one hand on her hip. She looked proud of herself as she looked at the man.
“Name’s Cassandra,” she said as she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it away from her face.
“Um nome muito bonito.” Cassandra blushed as she heard the exotic words.
“What does that mean?” She asked, suddenly shy despite her usual confident manner.
“It means, you have a beautiful name,” he explained with a warm smile. “My name is Vincent, by the way.”
Chapter 3
They looked at each other for a moment, both of them slowly catching their breath. Finally, he stood straight and smiled at her, his right-sided dimple deepening as he looked into her gorgeous eyes. He couldn’t believe that a girl like her would be capable of training him so hard, but somehow she had managed to kick his butt this afternoon.
As he continued to look at her, he couldn’t stop his eyes from slowly making their way down her body, following her sexy curvy outline. He finally bit his lip to stop himself from thinking of her in a naughty way. Still, he felt his crotch grow excited at the sight of her, but somehow he managed to keep his hormones in check.
“That’s a nice name. Are you from Brazil originally?” Cassandra asked curiously as she looked at his green shorts. She wondered what he looked like down there before quickly looking away. She had just met this guy, she didn’t want to jump the gun, but, then again he was incredibly attractive.
“Thank you. I was born here, but my older brother and parents are all from Brazil.” He explained as he looked at her. A moment of silence passed between them before Vincent spoke up.
“Um… I’m sorry if it is too soon to ask this… but I really appreciate what you did for me today… I was wondering if I could take you out for a drink or something.” Vincent gave her an innocent look as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Cassandra giggled a little, noticing his reaction. Was he being shy? She found his demeanor incredibly cute and endearing. She knew she couldn’t tell him no.
“I would love to.”
***
At the bar, the two of them started to get along really well. While Cassandra was fiery and confident, Vincent was shy and sweet. They were opposites in every sense of the word, but somehow, like magnets, they found themselves attracted to each other. Cassandra, especially, was surprised at how much she liked Vincent.
She was used to dating tall, strong, and standoffish men. Somehow she always found herself liking and falling for the biggest jerks and knuckleheads in the city. Usually, she wouldn’t look twice at a man like Vincent who was only a few inches taller than her. But, this man felt different. There was a feeling inside her chest she had never felt before. It was addicting. She never wanted that feeling to go away.
Soon, with a couple of drinks in her system, she found herself getting hornier and hornier with the thought of Vincent naked and in her bed running through her mind.
“Hey… how would you like to come back to my place for another drink?” Vincent had only consumed one beer up until that point and was practically sober. He looked at the girl, a curious look on his face. Was she being serious? He stared at her and tilted his head. She just giggled and kissed his cheek.
“C’mon… it’ll be fun!” Cassandra grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the bar, dragging him toward his car. She feels giddy. As they approached the car she had to do everything in her power not to push him against the hood and make out with him right then and there.
> Eventually, after a few missed turns, Vincent pulled up to Cassandra’s home. It was a two person flat, and looking at the driveway, it looked like Cassandra’s roommate wasn’t home. She grinned to herself. This would be a fun night.
Vincent, after turning off the engine, got out of the car and opened her door, like a true gentleman. Together, they walked into the building. The moment they crossed the threshold, Cassandra pushed him up against the wall, her lips pressing against him with a lustful passion as her tongue quickly found its way inside of his mouth.
Vincent was taken by surprise and his eyes grew big as he felt her soft lips against his, but soon he fell victim to her sweet kiss and started to kiss back. His need for her soon took over and he was holding onto her hips as they made out. They continued to kiss for a moment before Cassandra closed the door. Instantly, they started to undress. She ripped open Vincent’s shirt in a desperate need to have his skin touching hers.
At this point, Vincent looked down at her with questioning eyes. “Do you really want to do this?” He asked gently. She glanced up at him and grinned.
“Don’t talk.” She leaned up and kissed him before pulling off his shirt. He looked at her before shrugging his shoulders. He wasn’t about to tell this woman no.
Soon their clothes were scattered around the living room. Vincent looked down at the naked woman and grinned. She was sexy. He bit his lip as his eyes ran up and down her body. She grinned back at him.
“Are you just going to stare all day or are you going to have a piece of me?” Suddenly she tackled him to the ground, straddling him, keeping his arms pinned overhead. He looked at her, a shy look on his face as he blushed. He had never met a woman like her before. He loved it.
She leaned down and kissed him before slowly moving to his neck. “Let’s see what’s under these Brazilian shorts, shall we?” She smirked as she got between his legs. Quickly, she started to pull down his shorts. Vincent blushed deeply as his dick came to life. His eyes were glued to her perky breasts, hanging over his face. He couldn’t help himself as he reached up and grabbed them, kneading them in his large hands.
Cassandra moaned softly as she felt him massage her breasts. Her nipples hardened in reaction and she felt a shiver rush down her spine as his other hand reached back and grabbed her ass, giving it a strong squeeze.
Soon, however, she had fully pulled off his boxers. She looked at his well-trimmed member and grinned.
“Mmm…” She moaned as she looked down at him, her hand slowly wrapping around him. He moaned loudly at the touch of her soft hand against his throbbing member. He wanted her, and he wanted her bad, but he allowed her to stay in control.
To his surprise, he watched her lean down and slowly take his cock into her mouth. He groaned in pleasure as he felt her delicate little tongue wrap around his tip and tease him. His toes curled as she started to bob her head up and down on him, making him feel amazing.
Soon enough she was picking up speed as his fingers rubbed her clit, making her wet. She was beyond the point of horniness as his fingers entered her tight hole and pumped in and out of her. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold back, but in the meantime, she kept sucking him off.
Vincent started to shake in pleasure as he felt his balls tighten. He knew he would explode soon and he wondered if she wanted him to orgasm in her mouth.
“I…I’m going to cum soon…” He whispered as he looked at her. To his amazement, she picked up speed as a new type of excitement raged through her blood. He shivered even more and before he knew it his world was exploding with pleasure. His fingers hooked inside of Cassandra’s quivering pussy, and she too orgasmed all over his hand.
But the night didn’t end there. Soon they were up and ready for the second round, in another room of the house. In the end, the whole house was marked with their sex as they had the wildest night of Cassandra’s life. She had never experienced anything quite like it before and her whole body was shivering with pleasure when they finally collapsed in her bed together.
They wrapped themselves in the sheets and before either one of them could say goodnight they were both fast asleep, completely worn out by the night’s stimulating events. In the middle of the night, Vincent’s arm managed to wrap around his new lover, bringing her closer to his chest, closer to his heart.
Chapter 4
The next morning, Doria, Cassandra’s roommate opened the door and gasped. She looked around the flat to see the entire place completely trashed. At first glance, she thought someone had broken in but then when she looked at a nearby lamp she saw Cassandra’s panties hanging there. She looked around and saw various other articles of clothing littering the home. She sighed.
Feeling a little annoyed, she stomped to her roommate’s room, ready to barge in. She opened the door with a flourish and was about to yell at her best friend when she stopped in her tracks. For the first time in years, there was a man in Cassandra’s bed. Cassandra had a habit of throwing them out before the sun came up. She hated when they stayed the night.
Doria was seriously surprised as she looked at the handsome looking man with his arm wrapped around her roommate. He didn’t look anything like any of Cassandra’s other lovers. Doria was confused. She slowly closed the door and walked back to the kitchen, trying to find some sort of explanation for Cassandra’s weird actions. This wasn’t like her.
She slowly made herself a cup of coffee as she thought about what she had just seen. While she did, she didn’t hear Vincent slowly make his way out of the apartment. A few minutes later, Cassandra walked into the kitchen with a smile on her face. Doria placed her coffee mug on the kitchen table and gave her an accusatory look as she placed a hand on her hip.
“Are you going to tell me what happened last night? I know for a fact that the panty raider didn’t come in and trash this place. I want all the deets.”
Cassandra grinned as she hoisted herself onto the counter. She was wearing nothing more than a t-shirt as she swung her legs and looked at her best friend.
“He’s a fighter, down at Triple S.” A naughty look spread across her face. “I just met him yesterday.”
Doria’s eyes grew in surprise. “You had a one night stand with him?” She looked at her roommate’s glowing skin as envy ran through her blood. She wished she could have a sex life like Cassandra’s.
“I suppose…” She grinned.
“And you let him stay the night? That’s not like you.” She raised an eyebrow.
“I know. But he’s not like other guys…” Cassandra said with a smile on her lips as she thought of Vincent’s body pressed against hers. No other man had ever made her scream that loud or feel that good. “Plus… I’m his new trainer now…” She hopped off the counter and walked over to the toaster grabbing one of Doria’s waffles.
“You’re his what?” Doria asked, even more confused. What had gotten into her roommate?
Chapter 5
Eventually, Cassandra found her way back to the bedroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, naked now. She smiled as she ran her hands over her body, passing her fingers over where Vincent's fingers had been but hours before. She got closer and looked at the various scratches and bruises all over her body. It had been a good night. She grinned to herself as she gently touched one of her nipples, still hard with excitement.
She thought about jumping into bed and playing with herself when suddenly her phone rang. She sighed and walked across the room to her nightstand to answer it. Vincent’s handsome face looked up at her from the screen. He must have put his number in her phone. She smiled before picking up the phone and answering.
“Hello?” She said, her voice still husky from all the screaming she did the night before.
“Hey… Cassandra, I hope I didn’t wake you…” Vincent’s voice sounded even sexier than it did last night. Cassandra bit her lip before sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at the mirror.
“Not at all… what’s up?” She asked, curiously.
> “Well… I was wondering if you wanted to train today… I really learned a lot yesterday… and I just wanted to get better to honor my brother’s memory… and I would really appreciate it if you became my personal trainer…” He sounded shy as he made the request. Cassandra smiled to herself. He was really cute when he was shy.
“I’ll be right there,” she said before hanging up the phone. Moving quickly, she got dressed before grabbing her gym bag. She walked out the front door with a huge smile on her face. She didn’t even tell Doria goodbye.
***
Vincent grunted as he gave his all to punch the punching bag in front of him. He was sweating from his temples as he tried his best to land a punch that would mean something, but it seemed like he lacked the power he needed to ever throw a good punch.
He sighed and leaned against the punching bag, taking a break. As he did, Cassandra walked up to the ring and shook her head. “I just got here and you’re already slacking!” She yelled out before climbing into the ring. Vincent looked at her before his heart skipped a beat. His eyes were glued to her body as she wore nothing but tight booty shorts and a sports bra. She looked like a goddess.
He stared at her bouncing chest as she walked over to him. He could feel his heart pound as he looked at her. Cassandra followed his gaze and smirked.
“Like what you see huh?” She teased him before walking up to him and gently kissing his cheek. He smiled proudly, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist. “No… no… no… paws off until you throw a real punch… I saw you punching before… and you were punching like some wimp…” She said, looking at him seriously. Vincent frowned, knowing it was true.
