It wasn't the first time I'd worked jiu-jitsu techniques with her before but it was the first time since she'd invited me to be her wedding date a few minutes before and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't dancing around in the back of my head, teasing me with fruitless 'what ifs.' It was impossible not to notice the savage beauty in her defiant snarl, the way her thighs quivered as she squeezed them against my hips, or how her furious scowl reluctantly slid into a grudging smile after I'd both escaped and taken side control before she could get away. When I took my turn on the bottom I made the mistake, for a second, of wondering what it would be like if she was trying to part my legs so she could mount me instead of trying to get away. She pounced on my moment of distraction, easily slipping my guard and trying to indeed straddle me, alas at a location on my body slightly higher than one would hope. Countless hours of training saved me as I checked her advance by reasserting half-guard - my two legs wrapped around one of hers - before heaving her forward. When she landed with her hands on either side of my head I struck like a snake, moments later hearing her curse as she tapped out from an elbow lock. When I released her she put herself back into that pushup position, our faces only an inch or two apart as we both sucked in air. I'd never noticed the tiny golden motes in her dark brown eyes before, and despite both of us sweating I wondered if her lips were as soft as they looked to be. Not a path of thought I should be going down. After what seemed to be much too quickly she lifted herself up and wiggled free of my now-open legs.
"How dare you use your advanced knowledge and skill against me, an innocent waif helpless in your clutches?"
I laughed, sitting up as she shifted to my side. "Helpless indeed. That was a perfect escape."
"But you caught me again!"
"It was a perfect escape until you took your weight off my legs as you tried to move to mount position. Slide your knees across my thighs like they're knives and you're trying to cut the mats beneath us."
She frowned. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I appreciate that, but I've been doing this a while and know how to work with you. Or if it does hurt, I'll tap out." I shrugged. "Being bested by your partner is part of learning martial arts. Ego needs to be left in the locker room."
"I'm glad you feel that way," Tish said with a sweet smile. "I don't want you pouting after I thrash you."
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The water was *almost* too hot, which meant it was perfect. I sighed with relief as I rotated in my shower, muscles already aching from another vigorous class. It had been two weeks since Tish had invited me to the wedding and she'd been stingy with details about what I was walking into, promising we'd have plenty of time to chat on the car ride out. I knew I would need to wear a suit, that the bride was a 'friend' (she'd supplied air quotes when telling me), and that she *probably* wouldn't have to clobber anyone but that wasn't a promise. She'd missed a few classes due to travel for work but had been there tonight as we worked on escapes and counters. I was teaching the class and decided she was progressing well-enough to learn the throw variant off a two-handed block. She'd been a little nervous about it at first but as anyone who's done it can tell you it's a lot of fun to toss someone like a sack of potatoes with a minimum of effort on your part.
It's not *quite* as fun to take six-foot drops over and over before the noob learns to help with the landing, even if you're skilled at breakfalling. Hence the lengthy exposure to near-scalding water as a therapy of sorts. The soreness was worth seeing the pure delight on her face the first time she threw me with ease and didn't stumble forward afterward. That was after class had ended and we'd stuck around so she could get it down, and by the time we reached that point we were both pillars of sweat.
The water starting to cool as I drained the heater tank prompted me to exit, and after drying off and using the microwave I made short work of my leftovers from a few nights ago. Armed with a beer I sank into my lounge chair and flicked on a hockey game, planning on getting some reading done while I watched. Instead I dozed off, which wasn't the worst thing in the world to happen as I'd been having some troubles getting sleep lately. I woke up at 2:37am, still in my chair, but joined by a friend I hadn't seen in a while.
I had an erection.
That's not to say my cock didn't get hard at all anymore - the fact that I wasn't wetting the bed was proof of that. But since a somewhat... traumatic breakup last year my sex drive wasn't what it had been. Well, that's candy-coating it. Basically I wasn't getting aroused at all, even in situations where I should have been. I had to exit dates that were going well because of a fiasco with one that ended with extra humiliation I was already all stocked up on, and for the past six months or so I'd just eschewed even trying to make a connection with anyone until I could figure out what the hell is going on.
There had been a couple of instances like this before, me waking up from what was likely a highly-charged erotic dream fueled by my pent-up sexual backlog and using memories of past lovers to get myself off. Sliding my shorts and underwear off, I was eager to make the most of the opportunity at hand (ahem). Still drowsy and a little out of it, I couldn't recall what or whom I'd been dreaming about, but I figured thinking about Marisol would be more than enough to finish what my subconscious had started. Especially that time in the cove in Turks and Caicos, with the way she ran her hands all over her body while making me watch... it never failed to bring me off. My hand wrapped around my cock, feeling it throb slightly at my touch, my grip tight against my circumcised shaft as I started to stroke. I could see Mari giving me a half-smile, half-smirk as she let her fingers roam up her ribs before cupping her full breasts, teeth biting her lower lip as her thumbs slid over her dark areolas and teased her hardening nipples, the hiss that escaped her...
Shit. It wasn't working. I could feel the urgency starting to bleed away, my cock losing its diamond-hard consistency. Desperate, my mind started casting about for other ghostly fragments of passion to get me back up to speed... Tara, Gwen, Ameera, Sara, all great memories but none giving me what I needed. In a moment of panicky madness I turned to thoughts of Jessica, of what we had before the nuclear option, of her long, lithe body above me, the otherworldly beauty of her face dappled in moonlight as her hips thrust down... no. Tears of frustration welled in the corners of my eyes as I felt the opportunity slipping away... and suddenly I could feel my legs tightly wrapped around a thick thigh, the muscles bunching beneath mine as our bodies writhed against one another. Tish's upper body pressed against me, her breath warm and sweet as she ran a palm over the contours of my stomach, her fingers searching until they curled around my cock at the same moment her lips met mine. I was dimly aware of stroking away on my now re-engorged (and then some) shaft, frantically pumping my hips in opposition to my hand's movement, but it was all too easy to allow myself to slip back under the sway of my fantasy, imagining it was now Tish's hips driving up and down on me as we both thundered toward shared orgasms, lips still locked together, the taste of her sweet in my mouth...
With a cry I didn't even try to contain my body arched off the chair as I came with the force of a runaway train, the unexpected level of pleasure locking me in place for several moments before I collapsed back down, gasping as though I'd just sprinted across a field. I have no idea how long it took for me to stop enjoying the afterglow via the pleasantly benign ache of a well-throttled cock, and there's a good chance I dozed off for a bit before the warm, sticky moisture from the copious amount of come soaked through my shirt and demanded my attention. Looked like someone had diverted the Mississippi River or something, and that wasn't even counting the rapidly drying line I found on the cushion next to my head. As I cleaned up, basking in the combination of contentedness and relief, my mind decided to fuck stuff up and remind me that as awesome as this was, it was fueled by me fantasizing about my one of my best friends, a woman who dated professional athletes and had never shown even an inkling of interest in me as anything more than what we were. As I'm the type of person who tends to dwell on things - case in point, my waking-world impotence - this was the type of thing that would likely keep me up for the rest of the night, fretting over how I was going to be able to face her and not blurt out what I'd done.
Much to my surprise, once I made my way to my bed I was out seconds after I slid under the sheets. I was happy to be wrong.
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"Work your magic, Bear. Nobody does it like you, nobody is as good." Tish's words dripped like honey, cajoling me. "You're goddamned magic, and you know it. C'mon, give it to me."
