By Jax_Teller

For many years training in martial arts had been at the center of my families’ activities. This year was different for now I was 18, and was nearing the top of my class in FaQ. I was competing at the age of eight but now ten years later I was fighting the elite of the elite. This was a chance to go beyond the local tournaments, state, regionals and past the nationals which I had won the last 4 yrs. running. Now I was in sight of the Olympics. If I could just keep this up I would have the reputation and people would pay big to have me teach. I love to teach, it gives me a lot of satisfaction on different levels.

This qualifier tournament was the key; if I won here I would be a shoe in for the Olympic team. The tournament was 500 miles away in Columbus Ohio so we’d be staying in motels. The only problem on my mind was Debbie. I didn’t have to fight her, well at least not physically, but I did have to keep focused with her around. Debbie was another student at the club I belong to, and we hung around each other for years. She had the girl next door, tom boy look going but recently she had developed. The lean fighter had softened in feminine ways.

While she was still a fierce fighter on the mats, she was now getting attention from all the males. Her breasts which were practically nonexistent last year were now 34 C cups. Her hips which were narrow last year now formed the softer curves of femininity. Her hair was almost always in a braid, was now being let down as soon as the training or match was over. Her skin just seemed to glow now. I thought some of this was just my own awakenings, but others were noticing her too.

The weigh in portion of fighting in a tournament was always interesting. Some events had semi-public places to weigh in, at others weigh ins were somewhat shielded. To my good fortune, I had been chose to work the tournaments in the capacity of weighing in the competitors. Now if you’ve never been to the weigh in, it can be very telling about the types of individuals. There are those who have no aspirations of being anything other than the competition they are at and then there are those who must make weight to stay in a weight class.

Some show up in their uniforms for fighting but often end up peeling layer after layer until the weight limit is met or they are at their comfort level of undress. Some had no modesty and would be in their undergarments before ever stepping on the scale. Some would request a screen so that they were not visible to the room. Either way I was the one moving the weight along the bar and writing the weights down for both males and females. So at times I would get an eye full of the body in front of me.

Debbie never had a problem making weight and usually just stepped up to the scale removed her clothing down to a pair of track shorts and sports bra. This year was different though. Everyone was ultra-sensitive because of the upcoming Olympics and this was the only chance to get qualified. Debbie stepped up to the scale and did the wiggle out of her uniform, and my jaw almost dropped seeing her breasts in the sports bra now. She was stacked now, bending over to remove the uniform pants her bra struggled to contain her.

She was the focus of every male in the room and even some of the females. I weighed her and noted that she had stepped up a weight class. Usually that was a negative thing, but it seemed to be her intention and she was happy. I was happy to have the opportunity to watch her disrobe and then redress.

We were staying at the same motel as the rest of the club and I asked her if she wanted to go out tonight before curfew. She said sure but that she needed to be back in early. After the weigh in process was over and the coach weighed me in, I decided to go for a run. This venue had a full weight room, track, sauna, pools and various other sports related setups. As I was rounding the indoor track I could see a figure on the other side by the stands but couldn’t make out who it was.

A female for sure as I got closer and as I got even closer I could see it was Debbie. She waved and I went over to where she was. I was always happy to see her, we were actually good friends at this point. She said that she wanted to leave earlier to go into the inner city where we were staying and check out some of the museums. I gladly agreed at the opportunity to spend more time with her. She noticed my eagerness as out of character for me. She caught me checking her body out.

She asked why everyone was getting so weird lately. I told her how beautiful she was and how the changes in her body were making her beauty more obvious. She didn’t seem very happy to have all the attention she was getting. She kept close to me as we walked to the train station that took visitors in town. She told me that her personal trainer had been trying to get her to lose weight and make the next weight class under hers.

I told her how for me it was not reasonable to lose more than 3 pounds the day before a tournament that the loss would weaken me and I would not be as good a competitor. Her female trainer had told her that her breasts were getting too big and that at this rate she would be in the heavy weight grouping next year. I said that fucking bitch doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Debbie said unfortunately her parents had hired her and that her parents were in agreement.

I asked her as we walked in one of the museums, if I could be frank with her. She chastised me and said she expected no less. I told her I thought that she was the perfect form of a female. I told her that I was considering asking her out on a date, and I was waiting until I was done with training and fighting this season. She stopped and faced me and said really? I answered yes I was. I told her that I had seen a lot of bodies that day and of the females, hers was the best of them all hands down.

She laughed and said you better keep your hands down. We laughed and her mood improved. We seemed to have formed a bond at a level beyond that which we had before. We held hands on the train on the way back to the village, and I walked her to her room at the Hotel. As we approached the door to her room, I was getting the urge to kiss her. I wasn’t sure it would be reciprocated, and was nervous.

We let go our hands and she faced me, the look in her eye told me she was anticipating my intentions, and she leaned slightly into me. I hugged her as we had done many times before but this time I moved in and kissed her lightly on the lips. Pulling back for a second, I searched her face for a reaction. I saw the light so to speak, she was glowing, her skin seemed to shimmer in the hallway light and the air became suddenly hot.

I kissed her again only this time she kissed back, deeper and with a slight slip of the tongue. We quickly parted as if electricity had struck us. I said good night and she said yeah now it is and turned to open the door and went in. I walked back to the locker room and worked out in the pool for half an hour and then went to my room. My parents called and I told them I was in for the night and that I would see them at breakfast in the hotel restaurant at 5 am. It was difficult getting to sleep with thoughts of kissing Debbie, and the images of her body in my head, the smell of her hair and the softness of her hand.

The next morning I was walking into the restaurant to meet my parents when I saw Debbie sitting with her parents and her trainer. She glanced at me and then quickly away. I wondered if she’d had second thoughts about kissing me or what. I could see she wasn’t eating much and every one at her table seemed ticked off. I found my way to my parents and they were happy to see me, and commented on how the different people in the club were doing with weigh in yesterday.

I wasn’t really into the whole conversation and took the opportunity of another couple approaching our table, to talk with my parents, to leave and went to the arena where the tournament was happening. I found myself way up in the seating watching as folks wandered in and out some spectators others competitors, and yet others working to get things set up. I happened to look over at one of the box seating areas and noticed a naked female form with her back to the window sitting on a man’s lap fucking him wildly.

She was half jumping up and down on him. Her hair was jet black and shoulder length. I occurred to me that it was Makala Jones one of the female coaches for the Oxbow team. Makala was 28 yrs.old or so and looked like she was trying to pull off a pseudo Goth style. She was thin but not anorexic, her breasts looked like 32 B cups and she had a nice tight little butt. I had seen her at the weigh in. Her skin was ghost like white. She had no tan at all and her skin had freckles like an extreme red head would be.

The box seating had a high vantage point and no one on the floor could have seen them and from the arena being mostly empty I had a view that they couldn’t anticipate. She was something to behold bobbing up and down on the faceless male. As she moved it was obvious she had muscles and that she was in shape. Then she dropped to her knees and took the cock she had just been fucking and began jerking it.

I could see her pussy from behind as she fisted his cock and put her mouth on him as it came on her chest and face. Her pussy had no hair that I could see and then I saw the males face and it was one of the national judges. I rationalized that it wasn’t against the rules, but if I remembered that judge right, he was married and not to her. They finished up got dressed and went out the door in the back of the box, to the labyrinth of hallways within the structure.

I briefly had an image of Debbie and I fucking like the couple I had just watched had. I was some what shaken because although I had begun to have romantic feelings for Debbie, I had not had the graphic imagery of her nakedness yet. I regained my composure and began mentally preparing for a day of competitive fighting. This wasn’t mortal combat; it was just competition although today was important for me as well as many of the competitors.

I fought my matches and in between times encouraged the others in my club. I watched Debbie fight several times winning all her matches. She looked more tense fighting today than usual. In my mind I had a flash of her naked on her knees in front of me and my cock twitched. Then I noticed Debbie and she was fighting angry not at her opponent but with someone else.

After the competition was over with, we talked while we waited for the awards. She had argued with her parents and trainer that morning and she was considering dropping out of competition all together if she had lost today. After the competition was over and the awards were handed out there were a series of announcements as to who had made the Olympic teams. I made the team in my weight class and so did Debbie in hers. She beamed as she heard the announcement and looked at her trainer and parents as if to say I told you so.

Later on that evening Debbie and I ran into each other at dinner and I asked her and her party to join our table. They did and that wasn’t too unusual until Debbie made her way around the tables and purposely sat next to me. Usually we’d sit across from each other. This time she made a point of sitting next to me. We sat down and everyone ordered and talked about the events of the day.

Debbie seemed too quiet to me, there was a tension in the air. Then I found out why Debbie was sitting next to me as she reached her hand over and put it on mine. I had not anticipated this but whole heartedly enjoyed her touch. I wondered how public she would take this considering we had not really talked about becoming a couple but then our hands were out of sight. I began talking with her at a lowered voice not to attract attention to our conversation.

I asked her if she would go out with me as in boyfriend – girlfriend and she said yes immediately as if I had taken the clue of her hand and found the very thing she was thinking. We both moved our hands to the table without so much of a “hey look at us” movement as much as a, we are a couple get over it now. My mother was the first I noticed that had made the connection and she looked me in the eye and smiled. She nudged my father and tilted her head at us and whispered in his ear.

Dad looked directly at Debbie and me and smiled. They knew not to speak out or make a big deal of it even if it was a BIG deal. Neither Debbie nor I had dated anyone in the past and had individually, dedicated ourselves to training and the sport, to our schooling, to our futures, and here we were holding hands. We had followed parallel paths separately but now had a common goal. That night after dinner I asked Debbie to come back to my room.

We were both 18 and on the verge of moving on with life and had found each other. We talked for hours after getting to my room, and eventually we kissed again. This time though not in the hallway, but laying on the bed, watching the sunset out the hotel window. We kissed and explored each others’ bodies mostly through our clothes. She was so beautiful and smelled so wonderful that it was hard to contain myself. We had agreed no intercourse tonight.

It was a real moment when we talked about us, and how we came to be a couple, and how this was like a romantic movie but that we didn’t want this summer night to be the only one or the last one, but the first of many, many. We both had been putting our romantic-sexual lives aside for our individual futures and now we had a chance to have a future together. We decided that night to get an apartment together in Raging Springs where the Olympic team was located.

The End Ch.1