On the Ropes

by Christa Cervone

  Stephannie and I walk to the back of the bar. As soon as we’re out of earshot, she crosses her arms and huffs, “Saint, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  “What are you talkin’ about?”

  “Oh don’t give me that shit, I know what you’re up to. I swear to fucking God, if you hurt either one of them, you’re going to have to answer to me,” she snaps.

  I drape my arm over her shoulder, “Steph, we’re all consenting adults. I’m not gonna make them do anything they don’t wanna do.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Hey, I resent that. I’ve never forced any girl to sleep with me. They’ve all come willingly.” I smirk at her as I walk into the men’s room.

  “Saint, you’re such a pig!” I hear Stephannie yell as the bathroom door shuts behind me.

  I stand at the urinal. What the fuck does she want from me? These chicks are hot. If they’re ready, willing, and able, why wouldn’t I wanna tap that? And if I can get them to have a threesome, well then, that’s a fuckin’ bonus.

  I zip up my zipper, wash my hands, then head back out to the bar, hoping Stephannie’s still in the ladies room. I don’t wanna hear any more of her shit.

  “Saint, your drinks are ready,” Patsy calls out.

  “Hey, Sarah! Come help me with these?”

  “Patsy, pour me some shots of Patron,” I say discreetly as I walk up to the bar.

  “How many, kid?”

  “Make it six.”

  Patsy looks at me, “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

  “Don’t worry ‘bout me, Patsy. I got it covered.”

  I smile at Sarah as she approaches the counter. “Come sit,” I tap the seat next to me.

  “Alright kid, if you say so,” Patsy says under his breath, as he shakes his head and lines up the six shot glasses on the bar.

  I turn around to face our table. “Hey Aimee! Come join us,” I raise a shot glass at her.

  She jumps up from her seat. “Shots? Yes!”

  Patsy is still grumbling under his breath as he pours the Patron into the glasses.

  Turning to Sarah, I hand her a shot glass, “You ready for this?”

  Aimee’s hand moves across my lower back. “Come on Sarah, loosen up. We’re going to have fun tonight,” Aimee tries to reassure her friend.

  I lean my body back into Aimee’s and hand her the shot glass, “Here you go, love.”

  She pushes her body up against mine and licks her lips, “Thanks.”

  I know she’s ready to go. Now I just need to wear sweet little Sarah down.

  I pick up the salt shaker off the bar. “Give me your arm?” I ask Sarah.

  She gives me a strange look.

  Looking directly into her eyes, I say intently, “Give me your arm.”

  Reluctantly, she holds out her arm. Gently taking it into my hand, I feel her body tense up at my touch. “I’m not going to bite you,” I pause for a moment, “unless you want me to,” I tease, raising my eyebrows at her.

  A small smile appears across her face as she begins to loosen up. I run my tongue along her wrist, then shake the salt shaker over the wet spot; letting the salt accumulate.

  I turn my attention to Aimee, who’s eagerly waiting with her wrist already extended for me. Running my tongue along her wrist, I release a little moan and shake the salt onto her wrist, as well.

  “Here, let me,” she purrs, taking ahold of my wrist.

  Aimee licks my wrist, then gently takes the salt shaker out of my hand. Shaking the salt onto the wet spot, she gives me a seductive smile.

  I reach for my shot glass, “You ready, ladies?”

  “Oh yeah,” Aimee is grinning from ear to ear.

  I sling back my first drink then slam the shot glass onto the bar. I wait for Aimee and Sarah to down theirs, handing each of them a lime wedge after they place their empties on the bar. Sarah’s face is puckered from the sourness of the lime. “Are you ready for another?” she nods her head in response.

  I push the next one towards her, “Down the hatch.”

  Within twenty minutes, Sarah has begun to loosen up. The shots must’ve worked. She’s extremely talkative and her light touching has become lingering. I gave Aimee money to play some music on the jukebox, and Sarah starts dancing in her seat to the song that’s playing. I hold my hand out to her, “Come on, you wanna dance with me?”

  I can see the hesitation on her face for a quick second before she jumps off the bar stool. Moves Like Jagger has come on. I do my best Mick Jagger impression as Aimee dances her way to meet us on the dance floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Stephannie scowling at us from her seat, but there’s no way I’m letting her pissy mood get to me. The three of us are enjoying ourselves, and I’m planning on showing them an even better time soon enough.

  Aimee’s body presses up against mine and my hands trace across her ass. Pulling her body into mine, I hear her gasp. My face closes in on hers, “Why don’t the three of us get out of here? I only live a few blocks away.”

  She bites her lip and nods her head. “Okay,” she says, breathlessly.

  Loosening my grip, Aimee pulls Sarah toward her and whispers in her ear. Sarah’s eyes widen and dart in my direction. A smirk appears across her face. Score!

  Aimee takes Sarah’s hand, leading her back to our table. “Hey Steph, we’re gonna take off,” she’s smiling at me.

  Stephannie shoots me a nasty look. I shrug my shoulders at her and head for the front door. “Come on, girls,” I hold the bar door open for them.

  Quickly, they gather their belongings and meet me at the door, where I put my arms around both of them. I hear Patsy yell, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” as we walk out. I laugh. That old coot is a dirty perv. Yet, I feel sorry for him at the same time. His wife died when she was very young; leaving him alone. He now passes the time watching fights, and of course, tending to his beloved bar. The two of us have spent many holidays together over the years here at Patsy’s.

  “I made a lot of mistakes out of the ring, but I never made any in it.”

  —Jack Johnson

  Aimee, Sarah, and I stumble down the street. Sarah’s acting like a completely different person than I’d met earlier today. She’s joking and laughing, and a few times I’ve felt her body rub up against mine. The shots have made their way through my system as well, and I’m also feeling a strong buzz. Thoughts of the two of them in my bed keep creeping into my head, and I feel myself growing hard, so I pick up the pace and begin to walk faster.

  We stop in front of my building. “Here we are,” I announce, and both of the girls look up. It’s a three-story brick apartment building that’s been around since the early fifties. I dig my keys out of my pocket. “I’m gonna warn you, my place is a pigsty. It’s just me and my roommate, Adrian, and we don’t have company too often.”

  “I’m sure it’s fine,” Aimee purrs, wrapping her arms around my waist and nuzzling her face into my neck.

  I unlock the front door and we begin our ascent up three flights of stairs. On the way up, I notice that Sarah’s struggling, so I stop to check on her. “You okay, love?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I just got a little light-headed,” she answers, as she’s holding onto the railing.

  “We’re almost there. Then you can lie down if you want.”

  “Yeah, I think lying down may be a good idea. That Tequila has gone straight to my head,” she leans into me.

  Fuck, there goes my threesome.

  “Come on, let’s get you some water. When’s the last time you ate?” I ask, taking her hand.

  “I don’t know… around two maybe?”

  “Christ, Sarah, it’s almost ten o’clock. No wonder the shots hit you so hard, you don’t have anything in your stomach.” I lace my fingers through hers, “I’ll make you something to eat. That should make you feel a little better.”

  Once we reach my apartment, I open the door and show the girls around, not that there’s much to s
how. My apartment consists of a tiny kitchen/living room, an even smaller bathroom, Adrian’s bedroom, and finally, my bedroom.

  My room is tiny, but somehow I’ve managed to squeeze in a queen-sized bed and a dresser. My walls are plastered with boxing posters to cover up the ugly wood paneling. I have all the legends: Mohammed Ali, Joe Frazier, Evander Holyfield, Sugar Ray Leonard, and Mike Tyson. I’d kill to be half the fighter any of these guys were.

  “Make yourselves at home,” I say to them. “I’m going to use the bathroom and then I’ll get you some water, Sarah. Do you need anything, Aimee?”

  “Nope, I’m good,” she replies, as she sits on my bed and looks around my room.

  After using the bathroom, I head to the kitchen and open my refrigerator, where I quickly realize we have nothing to eat. “Fuck,” I look in the direction of my bedroom. I need to sober Sarah up. There’s no way I’m going to sleep with her in the condition she’s in now. The last thing I need is some chick crying rape the morning after. I don’t play that way. I want her to fuck me willingly. I rummage through my cabinets, coming up with a box of macaroni and cheese. I guess it’s better than nothing.

  Pulling a pot out from underneath the oven, I fill it with water, and turn the burner on. I walk back to my room, “Hey, I don’t have much to eat, but I’m making some macaroni and cheese. I hope that’s okay with you, Sarah.”

  “Yeah, that’s fine,” Sarah mumbles. She’s now lying face down on my bed.

  “Why don’t you come into the living room? We can watch TV while we wait for the water to boil.”

  Aimee jumps up to her feet while Sarah is still face down. She complains loudly, “The room is spinning.”

  I sit down next to her, “That’s because you had two shots and a Mudslide on an empty stomach.” Slowly, I pry Sarah off my bed, lead her out of my bedroom, and to my couch. “Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll grab you your water.”

  “Do you want any help?” Aimee follows me into the kitchen.

  I laugh, “No, I think I can manage mac and cheese.”

  She steps closer to me, putting her hands on her hips. “I wasn’t talking about the mac and cheese,” she says seductively.

  I reach around her and squeeze her ass. “Definitivamente voy a necesitar tu ayuda,” I breathe into her ear.

  “You speak Spanish?” she sucks in her breath, confirming she’s undoubtedly turned on.

  “I speak some. My mother used to speak Spanish to me and my little brother. She wanted us to be bilingual, but I’ve forgotten a lot of it since then because I rarely use it.”

  “What did you just say?”

  “I said, ‘Oh, I definitely need your help.’”

  Aimee looks over her shoulder. “Sarah, how are you doing in there?”

  “I’m still waiting for my water,” she groans.

  “I’ll get it for her,” Aimee says, as she walks to the refrigerator.

  “Yeah, there are a few bottles in there. Help yourself.”

  Aimee opens the fridge, and peering inside she asks, “Do you mind if I grab a beer?”

  I dump the macaroni into the boiling water. “Nope, of course you can.”

  She takes a bottle of water to Sarah, who’s now lying on the couch, then returns to the kitchen. “You got a bottle opener for this?” she holds up her beer.

  I motion her to me, “Of course. Bring it here, I’ll open it for you.”

  Aimee saunters over, running her hand suggestively up and down the beer bottle. I feel my cock twitch at her movements. Christ, I wanna fuck her silly. Would it be wrong to take her into my bedroom and fuck the shit out of her while her friend is lying on my couch almost passed out?

  “What’s so amusing?” she asks.

  I give her a puzzled look.

  “You’re smiling. I’m just wondering what you’re smiling about?” she presses her body up against mine.

  “Nothing, I was just thinking. I didn’t even realize I was smiling.”

  “Well, I hope you were thinking about something good,” she runs her hands over my abs. “Wow! You’ve got some rock hard abs under there.”

  “Yeah, well, I don’t bust my ass at the gym every damn day for nothin’.”

  “Well, I can tell,” she lifts my shirt to get a better look.

  “Fuck, I wanna take you into my room so bad right now,” I whisper.

  “Well, what’s stopping you?”

  “This fuckin’ macaroni and cheese.”

  Aimee looks over at the pot. “It’s almost done. Where are your bowls and silverware?”

  I point above her head. “The bowls are right there in that cabinet and the silverware is in this drawer,” I take a step forward and open the drawer.

  Aimee and I finish making the macaroni and cheese for Sarah, and bring it into the living room. “Here Sar, your mac and cheese is ready,” Aimee says sweetly, doting on her friend. “Do you want anything else?”

  Sarah’s lying down on the couch with her eyes closed. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, she says wearily, “Nah, I’m good. I’m just going to try to eat this and watch some TV.”

  “Ok then, I’m going to watch TV in Saint’s room while you rest,” Aimee’s eyes dart in my direction and she’s smiling like a cat who just ate a canary.

  I take Aimee’s hand, leading her into my bedroom. I can’t wait to get my hands on her, and my cock is growing hard just thinking about it. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve actually had sex. I’ve jacked off to a few pornos, but that doesn’t count in my book. I love the real thing, nothing like being balls deep in warm, wet pussy.

  I turn around, taking both of her hands as I walk backwards towards my bed. Once I feel the bed up against my legs, I sit. Aimee steps up to me and I wrap my arms around her. “Eres increíblemente sexi,” I exhale, squeezing her ass again.

  “What does that mean?” she whispers.

  “It means you’re incredibly sexy.”

  Aimee reaches down and pulls at the bottom of my shirt. I raise my arms in the air, letting her take it off of me. She runs her index finger down my arm. “Your body is amazing,” she says breathlessly, as she hungrily licks her lips.

  I grab her by her ass, pulling her onto the bed. “That’s enough talking,” I order as I press my lips firmly against hers and roll on top of her.

  Reaching down between us, I fumble with the button on her jeans. Straddling her, I sit up on my knees to undo her button with both hands as she reaches for my pants and unbuttons them at the same time. Quickly, I stand up to kick my sneakers off and get rid of my jeans and boxers. Then I kneel down to take off her sneakers and peel off her skin tight jeans. She sits up, taking her T-shirt off and unhooking her bra.

  “Oh, God yes, let me see your tits. I’ve been thinking about them all night,” my eyes are practically ravaging her body as I look at her.

  “Yeah, I noticed,” she laughs.

  She inches herself back onto the bed as I crawl on top of her and palm her breasts. “Christ, these are real aren’t they?”

  Aimee bursts out laughing. “Yes, they’re real.”

  “I’m sorry,” I laugh, “it’s just that, in the boxing world you see a lot of chicks with huge, fake tits.”

  “Yeah, well, they can be just as much of a curse as they can be a blessing. It gets kind of old when all men do is stare at your chest.”

  “Well, I’ll have you know, I noticed your beautiful green eyes before your tits,” my mouth works its way down her body until I find her nipple. I run my tongue around it, pursing my lips on it and feasting like a starving man. Arching her back, she lets out a soft moan. My hands explore her body, stopping when I reach her underwear. Two of my fingers find their way down the front of her panties and between her legs. I let out a growl, “Hmm, you’re wet.”

  “Don’t tease me, Saint,” she pleads, “I want you.”

  I sit back up on my knees. “Lift up,” I motion to her hips. She raises her hips off the bed and I ease her underwear off of h
er, letting them fall to the floor. I pull her legs up over my shoulders and spread her wide. My tongue gently runs down her inner thigh, and I feel her body tremble as I get closer to her center. I can smell her arousal, which makes my cock stand at attention. As I part her lips, I notice she’s completely shaven. I usually prefer a woman with a little hair, like a landing strip, so it feels like I’m fucking a woman and not a little girl; but this will work. Another moan escapes her lips as I turn my attention to her already swollen clit. She’s so ready for me, I can almost see it pulsating. I run my tongue over her slick folds and her body jolts as I apply more pressure. I reach up for her breasts; her fleshy buds are taut, and her body is responsive as I roll them with my fingertips.

  Aimee clenches my hair with her hands. “Keep going,” she gasps.

  I pull my face away from her pussy. “I’m not letting you come that quickly,” I run my stubbly cheeks in-between her creamy thighs, feeling her tense up every time my mouth goes near her engorged heat. Not only is she begging for it, but her body is, as well.

  I join her up on the bed. Lying on my side, my naked body pressing up against hers, I reach down between us and guide her hand down to my shaft. Slowly, she begins caressing me. “I wanna feel your mouth on my cock,” I breathe heavily into her ear.

  Aimee rolls onto her side, pushing me further onto the bed. Next, I feel her slowly moving down my body until her mouth meets my throbbing cock, while her hand firmly grasps the base. Her tongue runs down the shaft and it swells as her lips and tongue tease the head. Closing my eyes, I take a deep relaxing breath as she takes my whole cock into her mouth; I smile when I realize she has no gag reflex.

  “Fuck, Aimee, you give great head,” I moan. “Bring your pussy up here and let me eat you out.”

  Without hesitation, she positions herself over me. I spread her lips with my fingers and run my tongue along her slit. Her hips thrust like a volt of electricity has just been shot through her veins. Her hands tantalize me, while her lips lightly dance over my stomach, until they finally find their way back to my erect penis. Slowly, she works her mouth all the way down to the base while one of her hands gently massages my ballsack. Christ, this girl has a fucking mouth on her like a Hoover vacuum. I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to hold off on coming.