Chapter 2
I sat there stunned.
I looked around and saw my pants off to the side. I grabbed them quickly and put them on, realizing how strange it would look if someone walked into the gym at that moment.
As I collected my things, my thoughts flashed back to what had just happened.
I had sex with Nicole.
Or really she had sex me. The visual of her gyrating her perfect ass up and down my cock with her little thong pushed off to the side was engraved in my mind. I took a moment, soaking in every detail of the memory, not wanting to let it slip away from me.
I left the gym and drove home in a daze, not once thinking about the jiu jitsu tournament that I had tomorrow. Lying in bed, I relived every detail over and over. My cock hardened remembering how Nicole had stripped her clothes off. It seemed so innocent in the moment. She had wanted to practice and didn't have any gym clothes. I couldn't believe what was happening and just went along with it, unsure what was going on but not wanting it to stop. I had tried to be respectful and control my urges, but when she straddled my face and I was within inches of her sweet sweet scent, the struggle between mind and body was lost.
The moment my tongue finally tasted her was pure bliss. I began jerking off hard in bed, thinking about how wet Nicole was and how her pussy was everything I had dreamed of for months. Feeling her pull down my own underwear and engulfing my cock in her mouth was indescribable. She sucked me off with such passion and desire. There was no hesitation once we got started, it was just sexual instinct taking over for the both of us. The thought alone put me over the edge and I came quickly right there in bed.
I tried to put it out of my mind. I tossed and turned trying to sleep, knowing I had to be up in the morning for the tournament. But the visions of Nicole on top of me would not go away. Her ass just bouncing up and down, over and over again. The way she moaned and screamed my name in the empty gym, her voice echoing off the walls. My cock hardened once again and I couldn't help myself, I had to jerk off in the hopes that it would relieve me enough to find sleep. It wasn't long before I was cumming again, remembering how just hours ago my cum had painted Nicole's back.
But even after releasing for the third time that night, my mind and my cock would just not rest. I looked at the clock across my room reading 4:00 AM. I put a pillow over my heading, hoping that sleep would come soon.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that these thoughts wouldn't leave me so easily. It was the most wild sexual experience of my life, with the most beautiful woman I had ever been around. The girl who I had fantasized about more times than I could count. The girl who's panties I had stolen from her bag and had tucked away under my bed. In the dark I reached down and pulled them out. I smelled them again, like I had done so many nights before. The scent had started to wear, but it was still there. And now that I had tasted it from the source it brought flashbacks to the perfect pussy it belonged to.
This type of thing never happened to me. I was no casanova. I had gone most of my life too timid to do much of anything. I had stumbled my way through a few sexual experiences, but I never realized sex could be like that. My ex and I only did it a handful of times. And each time was mostly me trying to get inside her and her complaining that it was hurting. But not Nicole. She knew exactly how to take my dick and it fit like a glove.
At some point I finally drifted off, but even in my sleep I dreamed of fucking Nicole over and over again.
I woke up a few hours later. I was exhausted from the restless night, but had to get over to the tournament venue to prepare for the finals. When I arrived, a few guys from the gym were already there. I got changed and began warming up, trying to think about my upcoming match. But I kept looking around the room searching for Nicole.
Finally she appeared through the gym doors. My heart skipped a beat and my dick instinctively twitched in my pants. It took me a second to realize, but behind Nicole was another person. A taller guy, a bit older. Probably in his late 30s.
I didn't think much of him until Nicole turned and kissed him and went to the women's locker room. The man took his spot in the bleachers and the realization set in. Nicole's fiance. He was obviously there to support her in her finals match.
My heart sank and my mind began racing with crazy thoughts. Did last night mean nothing to her? Did she regret it? Was she not thinking of it as much as I was? Was she going to break things off with her fiance?
I stopped myself. How could I be so stupid? Of course she thought it was a mistake. She was engaged, she wasn't just going to leave her relationship for me. My chest got tight, realizing how I had lost sleep, while Nicole probably slept soundly next to her fiance.
I continued to stretch, waiting for Nicole to come out of the locker room. I didn't even know what I was going to say, but I had to say something. Anything. My mind was everywhere but on the match up ahead. I was brought back to reality when the tournament organizer began his announcement.
"Everyone please clear the mats! It's time to see who this year's champions will be! The women's divisions will be on the left mat and the men's divisions on the right. Hope everyone is as excited as I am to see the best of the best grapple for victory."
I left the mat with everyone else, walking over to where the rest of my teammates were. I looked to see if maybe Nicole had come out of the locker room without me seeing, but still she was nowhere to be found.
The finals for each division began on the two center mats and the gym was filled with the familiar shouts of teammates and coaches giving instructions and fans cheering on the competitors. But while everyone was paying attention to the finals, I was lost in thought about Nicole.
Was she avoiding me? Did I misremember what had happened last night? Maybe she hadn't enjoyed it as much as I thought. Maybe in the heat of the moment she gave in, but now she realized that I was just a stupid kid that could never compare to a real man like her fiance. Maybe she regretted the whole thing and was mad at me for making a move?
I had to talk to her.
Just as I was thinking about heading into the locker room to find her, the current match finished and the announcer called out Nicole's name. I watched as Nicole pushed open the locker room doors and headed straight for the mats, not glancing in any other direction. She was calm and completely focused. She was wearing her typical no gi competition outfit and I couldn't help but admire her curves, undressing her with my eyes, now knowing exactly what was underneath those tight clothes.
Her opponent was a bit more muscular than Nicole. She had clearly been training a longer time and looked like she was built for competition. Nicole looked confident though and that competitive spirit that had attracted me to her in the first place remained strong.
I took my position in her corner with the rest of my teammates and our instructors. The two competitors shook hands and waited for the referee to blow the whistle. The match began and Nicole was doing well. She managed to take her opponent down and secure side control. Me and the rest of the team cheered her on as she went for a submission lock.
But the other girl was good too and quickly escaped the hold. She reversed Nicole and got on top of her. Nicole was able to secure half guard with one leg wrapped around her opponent, but it was clear the other woman knew exactly what to do once she was on top.
She pushed past Nicole's guard and secured side control. But before Nicole could even make another move, the woman had shifted to the north south position, with her legs near Nicole's head. She quickly scoped Nicole's head and wrapped her legs around her neck. It was the same position Nicole had asked me to practice with her last night.
Everyone was screaming. Nicole's opponent had finished each of her previous matches by submission with this very move. Our team was shouting instructions to Nicole on how to escape, while the opposing gym was cheering on their girl to finish the fight.
But for me I was only thinking about the night before.
The memory of my face between Nicole's bare legs, her pussy just inches from my face, covered by the thin fabric of her thong. I could still smell her scent. What I wouldn't give to be back there tasting her again.
I was brought back to reality from the sudden commotion on the mat. Nicole rolled like an alligator and had managed to get on top, but was still trapped between the other woman's legs. But from the top position she had more options.
She quickly posted for leverage and was able to alleviate the pressure on her neck. She sat up as her opponent tried to hang on, but it was no use. Nicole had finally broken this seemingly impossible hold and was now on top of the woman.
With her opponent now exhausted from trying desperately to hang onto the leg lock, Nicole easily moved into position. She pulled her arm up and sunk in a deep arm bar. Her opponent tapped immediately knowing she was defeated.
The entire gym cheered as Nicole jumped up and down winning first place. Nicole looked over to the corner toward our team. Her eyes stayed on me for just a second and I could have sworn I saw a smirk on her face.
She rushed off the mat and the man she came in with was waiting on the edge. She gave him a kiss as he lifted her off the mat in a hug.
Just then I heard my own name being announced on the other mat. It was time for my final's match.
The moment hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been so caught up with Nicole, that I hadn't even been thinking about what it would feel like to be on the center mat for the finals. My stomach tightened into a knot and I could feel my legs wanting to shake. I did everything in my power to keep them still.
My instructor came up to me. "You ready, kid? You look a little pale." I barely squeaked out a response as I looked around the gym at all the people that would be watching me compete.
My opponent was in his corner, pacing back and forth. He didn't look nervous at all.
Why am I even here? I should have known better than to compete. This isn't me!
"Kid, wake up! It's time to get in there!" My coach gave me a little shove towards the center of the mat.
My legs felt like jelly as I put my foot on the center line. I extended my hand to my opponent for the handshake, but could barely make eye contact with him. The ref stepped back and blew the whistle and just like that the match had begun.
I was frozen in the center as my opponent began circling. He reached for my head and began to pull on the back of my neck to gain control. He was strong and skilled as he pulled my head down. I resisted, but it was only a set up. As soon as I was concentrating on the head control he shot down and grabbed my legs. He lifted me high in the air and gained side control as he took me down to the mat.
I heard the ref award my opponent 2 points for the takedown. I tried to position myself for guard, but my opponent took advantage of my slow reaction and immediately got on top of me, into mount. He was awarded another 3 points for this maneuver.
I was in trouble now. I bumped my hips trying to get him off me, but it was no use. He was slowly and methodically moving my arm into a position to try an americana, a shoulder submission move. When he finally went for the move, I was able to pull my arm back and roll. But this only put me in a worse position. My opponent took back control.
"4 points, green. 9-0," the ref yelled.
My opponent was looking for the final submission, but I was grabbing his wrists to keep him from securing it. As I sat in this position, I wondered if I should just give up and give him the win. He was clearly skilled and 2nd place was still respectable in my first tournament.
I thought back to all the times in my life I had sat on the sidelines watching others compete. Maybe that's where I belonged. Maybe I was fooling myself, thinking that I could change.
But in that moment, I thought back to my first day going into the gym. How out of place I felt and how nervous I was. I could have given up then, I could have quit after that first day. But I didn't.
I had worked hard over the past few months and there was a reason that I had made it to the finals. I had the skills, I just needed the fight. The thought that someone wanted to take that away from me lit a fire in me.
My thoughts also went to Nicole. But not about last night, but instead to the man whose arms she had jumped into after her victory. For the first time I felt jealousy and rage at someone taking what I had claimed as mine.
