by Lizzie Swale
Sam looked good sitting there, Dan had to admit to himself. She kept talking about how WW’s low brow tactics weren’t going to win him the match, and how pathetic that it was that he was even willing to stoop that low. And although she kept sort of noticing Dan check her out—her awareness telegraphed through shifts of posture and other body language—she didn’t ask him to stop, and she didn’t leave. During one pause in the conversation where it was so apparent Dan blushed she got up to fill he glass with water, being sure to pout her nice ass up in the air as she leaned over the sink and gulped it down. Dan’s eyes couldn’t get enough.
“You know, Sam,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about our relationship, you know, as you as my trainer and me as your trainee. And I was thinking about, well, maybe …”
Sam turned to face him, a big smile creasing her face. She knew exactly what he was getting at, but took great and obvious pleasure at how nervous Dan was acting.
“Go on Dan,” she said. “I think you were trying to tell me that you like me.”
Dan’s mouth hung ajar, and he wondered how much more he could underestimate Sam. Probably a lot more, if he didn’t remember, and quickly, that she was still a woman. And not only was she a woman, but she was a strong woman, someone that wouldn’t let the world tell her that she shouldn’t run a gym because of her gender, and someone who wasn’t afraid to take on one of the best emerging MMA fighters as her own before the fight of his life.
“I guess that’s what I’m trying to tell you,” Dan said. “Although I think I was trying to avoid sounding like a goober.”
“And that was your first mistake,” Sam said with a chuckle as she crossed her arms and leaned back against the sink.
Dan noticed, as if for the first time, how nice Sam’s small breasts were, and how great they looked in the tank top she was wearing. Now that Dan looked at her dress in the greater context of how frank this discussion had just become, he realized that some of her clothing choices had been very deliberate. She hadn’t just thrown on a tank top and forgotten to wear a training bra like she usually did; she had chosen not to wear a sports bra with a tank top that made her look great. Also, he realized that she’d specially chosen what looked to be a very comfortable pair of sweats to wear. They weren’t gym sweats, as people that trained often wore outside of the gym like some kind of uniform. The sweats didn’t have any stains or rips; but they did make her tight ass muscles look just amazing, and showed off how being lithe didn’t necessarily mean that Sam wasn’t still bodacious in her own way.
“You like what you see?” Sam asked in a taunting tone. “Are you going to be afraid to come and get it?”
Dan got up and took Sam into her arms tenderly, but firmly. He lifted up her chin with a finger and kissed her. Her lips parted slightly and she pressed her mouth softly to his; and they held the kiss for a long time, much longer than Dan was ready for. When the kiss broke they found each other breathless, as if they’d both just done a sprint. And it was also like something that had been between both of them dissolved and now there was nothing to restrain them at all.
They pulled each other’s clothes off as they stumbled toward the bedroom, each one trying to feel as much as the other as they could, as quickly as they could. Dan loved it when sex was like this—passionate and without hesitation, and also urgent. It was like neither of them realized that they could take their time, that if they wanted they could stop and wait a few minutes. When they got to the bed they were both naked.
Sam looked like a model, so toned and fit that it made Dan a little bit insecure about his own bit of pudge around the midsection, but she didn’t seem to mind that at all. In fact she ran her hands around his abs, just coming through, before she kissed her way down to his throbbing member and took him into her mouth. Dan was in heaven as Sam gave him the best blow job of his life. It was as if he’d never really gotten a great one to know what it could be like, although some of the girls that Dan had been with had had reputations that told of their oral prowess.
Dan ran his hands gently over her hear, and down her shoulders to her back. Looking down at her, and playing with her breasts, Dan couldn’t believe how turned on he was. He also couldn’t believe how certain he was that this wasn’t a bad idea. Even though it might complicate things a little bit, he had faith that both of them would be able to stay professional and not let this affect them in the future.
“Hey, baby,” Dan said softly. “Why don’t you get on top?”
Sam smiled up at him before crawling up on top of him as he lay back on his bed. She definitely knew what she was doing, and it was so insane how hot she was on top of him, riding him. They had spent so much time around each other that it was weird or anything that they were naked together, not like it was sometimes when Dan would have sex with someone for the first time. He loved how she leaned forward and put her straightened arms on his chest so she could work herself up and down his throbbing erection more quickly. Dan was somewhat surprised at how worked up she was, but it did kind of make sense considering how long they had known each other, and how much time they had spent together. They’d never once even hinted that this might be a possibility before, so he was glad it was all working out this way. And as he reached up to play with her breasts and tweak her nipples he loved how she let out a low moan and started riding him even faster.
“Oh, Dan,” Sam said. “You feel so fucking good inside of me. Fuck, baby, you feel so hard. I love how you’re cock is like a railroad spike right now.”
Dan arched his back so that Sam could really bear down on him. The look in eyes had him wondering if he would be able to keep up with her, or if maybe he’d bit off more than he could chew at this point. Maybe that was the case, but he wasn’t scared to find out.
“You look so fucking good right now,” Dan said breathlessly. “I can’t believe you’re riding me. I just never thought this was going to happen, you know?”
Sam let out another moan.
“To be honest I did have some idea that this was going to happen,” she said. “I mean, you’re a hot guy. I’m a hot girl. We spend a lot of time together. It kind of makes sense that this happened. Don’t you think?”
Dan didn’t answer. He was trying to think of something else while Sam was on top of him. He thought about baseball instead of feeling her ass, but that only worked for so long. He tried to think of ways that he could prolong the inevitable, and the only thing that really came to mind was switching positions.
“I need to, uh,” Dan said. “We should switch positions.”
For a second Sam looked like she was going to playfully give him a hard time, but then she didn’t say anything and instead jumped off and got on all fours. Dan maneuvered himself behind her and slowly slipped himself in. He started thrusting slowly at first, but quickly worked up a rhythm that he knew would lead him to orgasm fairly quickly.
“Sam, fuck,” Dan said. “I’m not going to last much longer. Holy shit, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to …”
“Just a little longer,” Sam said. “Just a little bit—”
Dan felt Sam’s body stiffen on top of him as an orgasm rocked her; and not just a ordinary orgasm, but the pent up sexual tension of many weeks released. She moaned and swore, bucking up and down on his dick. It was some of the best sec Dan had ever had, and just when she finished coming his own rapture of ecstasy started.
“Holy shit,” he gasped as he felt himself tighten and then release his seed into her. “Oh my fucking God you feel so good!”
Afterward they both lay on his bed kissing and cuddling. It was a sweet moment they shared between each other, and Dan was happy that it had gone down the way it did. He did wonder, though, if there wouldn’t be some kind of unforeseen consequences that he hadn’t thought of. Not that he doubted that Sam would be able to be professional about everything, it was just that he didn’t want to fuck anything up between them.
As they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms he thought ab
out how lucky he was to have Sam around. It was strange that he almost thought of her as a kind of mentor beyond just being a trainer. While they drifted off to sleep the snow started to come down outside, and the streetlights lit up the flakes with a yellow haze. Somewhere someone in the building started to play Jazz music on a saxophone, and Dan realized that it was the kind of night where everyone vibrations were humming together; one of those rare instances in life where everything seemed to be coming together instead of falling apart.
Chapter 6
In the coming months before the fight the added intimacy of them having slept together only added fuel to the fire when it came to their training. Now it was as if Sam pushed him to his limit and kept him there even longer than before; she was invested now beyond just professionalism and it showed in everything she did for Dan, and in every drill she ran with him.
Dan, for his part, also remind completely and totally professional, and as the time for the fight neared he knew that he was as ready as he’d ever be. While WW’s PR team was busy on the internet Dan was busy memorizing WW’s movements on tape. He felt like he had fought him already sometimes, as if the match of the future, the real match, was just a dream and the actually conflict had already been resolved.
Dan didn’t think about how WW had killed three men anymore. It just wasn’t something that floated through his head like it had. He didn’t know if it was because he was more focused now, or if it was because Sam had watched the tapes with him and pointed out how badly the fighters that went down for the long sleep fought; how so many of them were winded within the first few rounds and basically presented no threat whatsoever to WW, who then worked them into a corner and threw what Sam called “very predator punches.”
“Aren’t those just the nature of punches?” Dan asked Sam.
“No,” Sam said. “Just like all fights aren’t dirty fights. This WW guy, or whatever his actual Russian name is, is a pro at making people think he is just some dumb brawler. Or he was. Now that he is moving up towards the upper echelon I think his ‘team’ has realized that they need to up the hocus pocus game—thus there are so many rumors about this guy floating around that if you believed them all you’d think that he was the Russian Oliver Twist turned Kimbo Slice.”
Kimbo Slice was an MMA fighter who had risen to fame through not only his fighting prowess, but also videos of him on the internet fighting people on the street. It was one of the now infamous stunts that he’d pulled in his career to garner attention and notoriety. But where was Mr. Slice now? He certainly wasn’t nearly the fighting force people had thought that he’d be, even though for awhile the MMA world had really stood in awe of him.
Chapter 7
As the fight approached Sam pushed him harder and harder in the gym. She found sparring partners for him that were the same size and weight as WW, and even had some of them fight the same way as the Russian. Dan found some of it to be very useful, but sometimes he just wanted to spar with someone for real, without the whole “this is what it would be like to fight WW,” schtick going on in the background.
During all of this Dan could feel Sam growing more and more attached to him, until they started sleeping together on a regular basis. It was one of those things that kind of just happened. It wasn’t like they were dating though, but it was like they were sort of dating. They both had so much invested in each other it only felt natural for feelings to follow. Or that’s how they both felt about it when they would talk about their budding relationship.
When the day of the fight arrived it wasn’t Dan who was nervous, it was Sam. She got emotional and almost cried as she drove him to match. Dan tried to comfort her, but she wouldn’t have it and just kept apologizing for being silly about her feelings. Dan told her not to feel badly for having emotions like a normal person, but before he could really comfort her they pulled into the place where the match was being held.
Dan kissed her on the cheek and they both got out and walked into the place tall and proud. When the first bell rung Dan was more ready to fight the Russian, the famed and feared WW, than for anything else he’d ever done in his life. He wasn’t nervous at all, and didn’t feel like he needed to be a tough guy and stare down the other fighter. WW, however, put on a huge show of entering the ring and leering at Dan as if the big Russian planned to run over and try to bash his head in at any second.
The first round went well. They exchanged opening blows and moved around the ring. WW looked weary, like he had in all the videos, as if pacing himself for a fight that would go until time ran out. Dan wasn’t so sure he fell for it, though. WW was big, and started to get winded quickly. Dan kept his eyes locked on WW’s, and in the second round thought he saw a glimmer of something beyond the weary shell that WW presented.
Just before the round was about to end WW threw a solid hay maker that Dan deftly deflected before throwing his own powerful uppercut. For a second time froze, or seemed to, and WW reeled backward, trying to keep his balance. Then, at the last moment, just before the bell was rung, WW fell to the ground flat on his back as if he were some kind of giant Red Wood. The sound that he made when he hit the canvas was an enormous thwak that made Dan wince.
When he returned to his corner to wait for the referee to finish his count he found none other than his trainer, mentor, and girl of his dreams all in one waiting for him. And then, in front of the everyone in the world she kissed him full on the lips as the referee declared WW to be knocked out cold.
“You did it!” Sam yelled over and over.
Dan just smiled and picked her up, putting her on his shoulders—not like a kid, but like she were sitting on just one of his big deltoids. Then the crowd rushed up into the ring. It was the end of Dan being worried about what kind of fighter he really was. He’d proven to himself and to Sam that he was serious about MMA, and that there wasn’t anything in the world that he was going to let stand in his way.
Chapter 8
Sam and Dan ended up staying together after the fight, and Sam continued to train Dan as well. Dan bought into the gym, becoming co-owner, and when he wasn’t training for MMA matches he was training at risk youth not only how to defend themselves but also how to control themselves.
Different news outlets kept contacting them wanting to do a story, and there were even a few offers put on the table having to do with a potential made for television movie. Sam wouldn’t have any of it, though, saying that such things would only be a nuisance. And, as she liked to point out, it wasn’t like they needed the money. Dan was making excellent money fighting, and the gym was in the black, and above and beyond that they had each other. What else did they really need?
THE END.