I knew how the rest of my crew fought; we’d trained together for years.Lacy was an unknown entity.A mystery.A challenge.
I liked challenges.
A wide smile on my face, reflecting how much I was looking forward to our session, I stepped toward her, throwing an experimental punch with my left hand, to test my range and to see how she reacted.
She swayed back easily and my hand swung harmlessly past her face.
Quicker than I expected, she darted forward.Ducking under my swing, she popped her fist just below my ribs.
“Fuck.”
Lacy slipped out of range.
“That would do some serious damage if you hadn’t pulled your punch.”Admiration in my tone.I honestly hadn’t expected her to get that close.
“Oh, I know.One for me.”She shot me a bright smile.
That smile was a challenge and a turn-on rolled into one.Game on.
I danced sideways, forcing her to turn as I circled her.A few jabs that she easily dodged or blocked.
Left, left, right.
Left, left, right.
Left, left, leg sweep.
Instead of a jab, I reached out and grabbed her shoulder with my front hand.My other hand grabbed her other shoulder almost immediately.Then I pulled her toward me.
“Shit.”
She leaned back, just as I’d expected.I was ready.My back leg swept around and I planted it right behind her feet.Then I let go of her shoulders.
She’d put a lot of force into pulling backward.As soon as I freed her, there was nothing to counter that momentum.She couldn’t step backward because my leg was there.
It was a controlled fall.She’d hit the ground, but it could be worse.
While I was busy picturing my point, she threw her arms forward and wrapped her hands around the back of my head.
Shit!I’d been distracted and now I was going to pay.
Using her grip around my head, she stepped in close and planted her foot in my abdomen.She fell backward, taking me with her.
I expected her to throw me over her head, but she maintained her grip.I flipped over her head and she used our momentum to roll with me.We landed with her on top, straddling my hips.Her hands quickly released my head to pin my wrists to the ground.
That was more than picking up a few things.That was training.
“My point,” she gasped.
“Hey!”I was breathing too hard to make a coherent argument.“I got your legs.”
Her hands pinned my wrists down.“But I’m the one who came out on top.”
I’d been really trying to ignore our position.She straddled me, her knees pressed into my sides.Her lower legs bracketed my hips and outer thighs, leaving her center hovering over my pelvis.If I arched against her, she’d feel my rapidly stiffening cock.
I lay on the floor beneath her.There were half a dozen moves I could use to unseat her and change positions.But why would I?
Her quick breaths pressed her breasts against me.The only way our positioning could be improved would be if we were both naked.
