What Happened with My Coach Before the Fight

Daniela was a young, athletic girl. As a teenager, she had played volleyball in high school and, since turning eighteen, she had never missed a single day at the gym. She had a defined, athletic body, with muscles visible beneath her skin. She wasn’t especially masculine, but she wasn’t delicate either: she was one of those women who made it obvious they liked women without looking like a man. She wore her brown hair long, and she stood around five foot seven.

A few years earlier she had started a small business, and it absorbed her completely. She didn’t sleep enough and, even less, had time to train. Stress and sleepless nights trapped her in a loop of awful habits, and she gained quite a bit of weight. She hated the way she looked in the mirror, but with so much work she had no mental energy left to straighten out that part of her life.

When everything suddenly came to a halt, she had to close the business. After all that frenzy, suddenly, complete calm. It was time to take care of herself.

She lived in a country house on the outskirts of a village, and in the yard she had an old boxing bag hanging. The same afternoon she realized she wouldn’t be opening again anytime soon, while wandering through the garden half meditating, she saw it. She decided she would train every afternoon. That was how she entered the world of martial arts and never looked back.

Five years later she lived in a bigger city and trained at a decent gym. She had a coach who had once been a professional fighter and who believed in her with a faith that sometimes embarrassed her. They got along wonderfully, had a close relationship, but always within the limits of teacher and student.

The coach was named Roxana. She was a little taller than Daniela and had a smile that could disarm anyone. She was one of those women with a natural leader’s charisma, capable of holding that fine line between warmth and authority without showing the effort it took.

That afternoon Daniela was training for her first fight. Yes: in five years she still hadn’t competed even once.

—Daniela! Come on, today I want you at full power. It’s the last training session before the match —Roxana shouted from the other end of the mat.

Daniela’s pulse shot up and her stomach tightened. That was exactly what had always held her back: the nerves beforehand. How was she going to feel when she was about to step out of the locker room, when she walked in front of all those people, when she climbed into the ring and looked her opponent in the face? What if they knocked her out in front of everyone?

Well. It wasn’t the time to think about that. Not now and never.

Roxana knew her well and saw her sink into her own thoughts.

—Daniela, forget what I said. Come with me; today I’m going to keep you busy the whole class. I don’t want you thinking about anything.

Daniela’s heart sped up, but now for another reason. She had never trained alone with Roxana before. Why would that be? She knew her classmates had done it more than once. Why did the idea of training with her and nobody else around make her so nervous? It’s because of the fight, she told herself, though she didn’t quite believe it.

Roxana started explaining what the session would be about. They would work on ground fighting: control, locks, all that art of dominating an opponent by pinning them against the mat.

Daniela’s pulse quickened even more as she imagined Roxana on top of her.

The coach left one of her most veteran students supervising the others and took Daniela to a secluded corner of the gym.

—I’m going to put you through it —Roxana said—. Your opponent tomorrow is very good on the ground. She’s a bit heavier than you, so it’s very likely she’ll end up on top. Right now I’m going to get on top of you and we’re going to train that position so you’ll be prepared.

Daniela watched her mouth as she listened. She wanted to feel Roxana on top of her body. It was going to be hard to concentrate on getting her off when she wanted exactly the opposite.

Obediently, she lay on her back with her knees bent and the soles of her feet planted on the mat. Roxana sat on her and held her wrists down against the floor. It was a classic position, very unfavorable for whoever ended up underneath.

Daniela felt a tingle between her legs as she watched Roxana settle over her. Feeling her weight pressing against her pelvis was too much. The coach’s face drew closer to hers as she leaned in to secure the hold better. As she came nearer, Daniela couldn’t help biting her lip, imagining Roxana going lower until her mouth brushed hers. But that didn’t happen.

—Daniela! Come on, this is for today! —Roxana snapped her out of her dream.

***

Roxana felt fire between her legs and fought with all her strength to make sure it didn’t show even a little. What would happen if her student felt uncomfortable? What if the rest of the gym noticed? It could be the beginning of the end of everything she had built.

How many times had she fantasized about this. How many times had she imagined being alone with Daniela, dominating her against the floor while the tension grew, using her however she wanted to give herself pleasure. That girl was the forbidden apple: so tempting and so out of reach.

She knew that touching her would drive her crazy. Until then she had been lucky that Daniela had never asked why she had never trained her alone. She had avoided it as much as she could. Now it was time to be strong.

She had climbed on top of the girl and taken her wrists. She had looked at her face and felt the magnetism vibrating between them. Daniela, without hiding it, was looking at her mouth, dazed.

***

Daniela started doing what she knew. She lifted her pelvis to destabilize Roxana and the two of them began struggling. Between one thing and another, Roxana ended up on her back on the floor and Daniela lying on top of her. The coach reacted quickly: she passed one arm under the girl’s armpit and the other around her neck, immobilizing her. Daniela then felt Roxana’s breasts against her back, her hot breath on the nape of her neck, the crotch pressed against her ass, and the teacher’s legs tangled with hers to keep them open and maintain control.

Daniela was soaked and training was no longer anywhere in her head. Roxana had frozen too, holding back the urge to kiss the back of her neck, to move her pelvis just a little to feel that firm ass better against her. How easy it would be to do it. She had her there, she wanted her, and Daniela couldn’t even stop her. More than that: Daniela wanted it too.

Roxana decided to end the training right then and there and made up an excuse.

—Daniela, you’re not focused. I can see the fight is worrying you too much, and if you’re like this now, tomorrow you won’t react either.

—Uh… yeah… I don’t know —Daniela muttered, blushing.

—I’m your coach, you’re my responsibility —Roxana continued—. A fight is not some silly thing and I don’t want anything happening to you up there. We need to do something to get your head in the game, or you can’t compete.

Daniela stayed quiet. She knew perfectly well the only way to focus was to bring that heat down, but how could she say something like that?

—I’ve got an idea. Follow me —Roxana said, and headed toward the gym office, motioning for her to come.

Confused, Daniela followed her. She was still horny, feeling her heartbeat straight in her sex. As she walked, her animal brain scanned Roxana’s body like prey it couldn’t let get away. She was sweating.

They entered the small office and Roxana pressed her lips tightly together to keep from licking them in pure excitement when she saw sweet Daniela sit down in the chair while she locked the door. She had to make sure nobody disturbed them.

She still didn’t fully know what she was going to do, but her body knew perfectly well. She hadn’t even decided what she would tell Daniela to justify bringing her there, and she had to think fast.

She moved closer to the chair and placed her hands on the armrests, leaning over the girl.

—Daniela, are you sure you want to fight tomorrow?

Roxana was so close that she couldn’t pull her gaze away from her lips no matter how hard she tried. It was as if she had been hypnotized.

—Yes, Roxana. I’ve trained a long time for this —Daniela replied.

The coach noticed that the girl was looking at her mouth too, and she couldn’t help lowering her gaze. She ventured a little lower: as she spoke, her eyes moved between Daniela’s breasts and lips. How badly she wanted to touch them. They looked perfect, round, firm.

—Then you need to stay focused, because this sport is dangerous. And guess what: if you’re not, it can be really dangerous. So I’m willing to take extreme measures to get you in the zone.

Daniela had noticed Roxana looking at her chest and mouth. Now her nipples were hard beneath her T-shirt. Has she thought about me before? Has she looked at my breasts while I train other times? Has she touched herself thinking about me after a class? The mere image of Roxana naked, whispering her name, having her right in front of her now, drew out a sigh that almost became a moan.

—And what measures are those? —she asked.

Roxana was no longer thinking clearly. Too late. Her mind was blank. While one hand stroked her thigh and the other brushed her hair away from her face, she said almost in a whisper:

—Remember, this is for your own good. So you can focus.

Daniela closed her eyes. Roxana’s hand sent an electric current from her leg straight to her sex. She was short of breath and started breathing deeply. She opened her legs without realizing it and tilted her head to offer her neck. Roxana leaned in, smelled her skin, and kissed her softly. It was as if her brain were filling with a warm buzz. She kissed her neck all over and stroked her thigh more insistently, slowly bringing her hand toward her crotch. She felt Daniela open a little more, giving her permission to move higher. She traced her neck with her tongue up to her jaw, leaving a warm trail.

The two of them stayed face to face, aroused, sharing the little air there was between their mouths. They were separated by a centimeter. Roxana lunged and they began kissing with the passion that had built up over years. The coach kissed her as if she wanted to devour her, to make her hers in every possible way.

Daniela received that energy and returned it multiplied. She wanted to be all Roxana’s, to surrender completely, to be used for her own pleasure. Still fully dressed, the little office already smelled of sex.

Roxana went lower and lower. She traced her neck again with her tongue, scattered kisses up to her collarbone. Her hands moved up and down her thigh, brushing her sex over the sweatpants. When she pressed her palm against that area, Daniela let out a moan and leaned back as if she might faint.

The teacher took advantage of that to kiss one breast over the T-shirt and find the hard nipple with her tongue. With her hands occupied, Daniela took off her T-shirt and bra herself, exposing her breasts and bringing them closer to her mouth, wordlessly asking her to suck them.

Roxana tasted them with the tip of her tongue, slowly, and little by little gave in with more hunger. Feeling that tongue on her nipples, Daniela lost control of her pelvis, which moved on its own, demanding attention.

Without any more preamble, the coach pulled down her pants and stared at those sculpted legs. The energy radiating from the girl’s crotch was like a magnet. She brought her mouth closer to smell her and lick over the underwear. She heard a soft “mmm” that confirmed she was on the right track. Daniela lifted her hips so Roxana could pull off her panties. In that position her leg and abdominal muscles stood out. Roxana could barely keep her mouth shut; she was salivating over her. She took them off and, immediately, the girl was left with her legs spread, on the edge of the chair, as close as possible. Roxana held her by the thighs and ran her tongue all the way over her, twice, from bottom to top.

—Aaah! —Daniela moaned.

She was in the clouds, more turned on than ever, eyes closed, hands clutching the chair.

The teacher started to tend to the clitoris, stroking it slowly with her tongue. First in circles, then up and down, nonstop. She lowered herself to the entrance to feel her wetness and taste it more intensely, then rose back up. Daniela, on the verge of orgasm, grabbed her head and pressed it against her crotch to feel her even more.

Roxana sealed her lips around the clitoris, maintaining constant pressure with her tongue and sucking gently. She didn’t give her a single moment’s rest.

Daniela could feel the tension building inside her. She wasn’t going to last much longer.

She opened her eyes and saw the teacher looking at her. Roxana, with her fingers, spread the lips of her sex fully apart and moved her tongue in circles over the clitoris. The girl watched that tongue moving with a skill that was undoing her.

And she exploded. She came in a long, intense orgasm, so strong her legs shook until they could no longer respond. Roxana stayed there, collecting the last remnants of her student’s pleasure, in a kind of private heaven.

At last she straightened up, composed herself, and recovered her teacher’s gaze, though inside she still felt as hot as at the start.

Daniela was still catching her breath. Her legs were still open, her breasts rising and falling with the rhythm of her deep breathing.

—Daniela —Roxana said with a half smile—, do you think you can focus now?