By Submissive Romantic, edited by Michael-Leonard
This is the story of two young people, who meet, fall in love, and discover they share a love for boxing, but from different points of view.
Chapter 1
I recently graduated from college with an accounting degree. There were few jobs available because of the economy, so I took the first one I could get; an entry level position in the accounting department of a large office furniture dealership. The company was a woman-owned enterprise in the truest sense of the word. The CEO and the President of the company were sisters. Most of the sales staff, the entire sales support staff and even the technical services and design departments were all women as well. Except for two of the salesmen, I was the only other male in the office. The job came with certain nontaxable fringe benefits. The dress code was business casual for the office staff and I spent many a summer day watching the women from my desk as they hustled around the office.
One woman in particular caught my eye. She was about my height, around five ten, looked like she weighted about one hundred thirty pounds or so; she resembled a young Cindy Crawford, without the mole. Joann always had a smile on her face. Best of all, our workstations were next to each other and we shared a common meeting space. Joann was responsible for accounts payable and payroll. My responsibilities included accounts receivable and salesmen's commission calculations. We worked closely together and during our down times got to know each other quite well.
Joann was two years older than me; she also started with the company right out of college. Her degree was in physical education, with a minor in accounting. She found as she neared the end of her student teaching that she just didn't like it, and so she answered an ad looking for an experienced accounts-payable position. She impressed our boss with her poise and intelligence enough that she was willing to take a chance on her. Soon she was not only doing the accounts payable, but also took over the payroll responsibilities from our boss as well.
We both were single and into physical fitness. My workouts consisted of running five miles every morning before work. I had drawn up a five-mile route through the various streets around my apartment. Joann belonged to a local facility, Kris's Gym, which I had heard a lot of good things about, but had never joined myself, preferring running outdoors to treadmills.
One day I finally worked up the courage to ask Joann out on a date.
"Jack, I thought you'd never ask me out."
"I just can't believe that no one from the warehouse or the installation team has never asked you out."
"Who says they haven't; I've even accepted a couple of times. The guys have turned out to be either boring Neanderthals, or would-be Casanovas who couldn't take no for an answer."
"I'll keep that under advisement," I said.
On Friday night, we went out to dinner and then to a movie. The current hit at the time was Million Dollar Baby, a story about the world of women in boxing focusing on the rise of a promising young fighter, an old trainer who works with her, and her ultimate death from a boxing injury. The movie was a real tearjerker and a love story of sorts. Following the movie, I drove Joann back to her apartment and, after a short kiss at the door, said good night and turned to leave.
"Thank you, Jack. I had a really good time tonight and you have no idea how much that movie effected me. See you in work on Monday."
I got back in my car. On the drive home I pondered that last statement. I definitely wanted to see her again. The next week we talked some more. She agreed to go out again. I was able to get tickets for a Razorback game and she jumped at the chance to go with me. The only stipulation was that after the game, we would go back to her apartment and she would cook dinner. I found out she was really into sports.
On game day, I picked her up; we drove out to the stadium, had a quick tailgate pre-game lunch and went inside. The atmosphere was electric and the game was outstanding. With each Razorback score Joanne would jump up and cheer; she really got into it. I really enjoyed the game, and I really enjoyed watching her, especially her tight little ass, when she would cheer. During the game we each had a couple of beers; not enough to get drunk, but enough to let down our guard a little. When the game was over we both stood and cheered; then she turned to me threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss.
"Jack, thank you so much; this was fantastic. I never got to go to a college football game before."
"Same here, my school was too small to even field a team."
We made our way back to the car, and drove back to her apartment. We talked for almost the whole ride, except for a brief period when she seemed to be deep in thought. We arrived at her place just as it started to get dark. I parked the car and we walked arm in arm to her door. Once inside she told me to make myself comfortable, she wanted to change into something more comfortable to cook in. I walked into the living room and looked at the books and trophies she had on shelving that covered one of the walls. She had been quite an athlete in high school. There were trophies for soccer and track and a couple of champion awards with no sport mentioned. I also looked over her books. I didn't recognize any of the titles, but it was clear that there was a common theme: strong women achieving great things in life.
Just then I heard a noise behind me. Joann had returned, dressed in shorts and a short-sleeved football jersey. She stood there barefoot, her hands on her hips, with a smile on her face.
"Come on into the kitchen; you can help me with the salad"
Suddenly feeling over dressed I kicked off my shoes, pulled my sweater over my head, and followed her to the kitchen. I watched her as she started a pot of water for the pasta and gathered ingredients for her sauce. She instructed me on what she wanted me to do for the salad. It took less time than I imagined. We sat down to a great tasting dinner of rigatoni in a meat sauce, with a fresh salad and sliced Italian bread; I opened a bottle of Chianti that I had brought. After dinner, after we did the dishes, we sat close on the living room sofa, enjoying the last of the wine. I leaned over and taking her face in my hand gently kissed her lips. She responded by increasing the intensity of the kiss, parting her lips, her tongue searching for my own.
"Jack," she whispered, "I want you to spend the night."
Forgetting the wine, we stood, and she led me to her bedroom. We kissed some more as we undressed each other. When I had removed the last of her clothing, I stepped back and took in her beauty. She was truly beautiful. Her long dark hair framed her face. She had a long neck, her shoulders were broad, her arms appeared muscular but not as bodybuilders would be; her breasts sat high and proud on her chest, not overly large but perfectly shaped and inviting. Her waist was narrow, as were her hips; her butt was small and tight; her legs long, lean and powerful.
