Grappling With Nicole Ch 02

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.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, but it was radiating through me. This burning aggression. The desire to push through anything and take what I wanted. I deserved to be here in the finals. And I deserved to win this match. I deserved Nicole. And no one was going to stand in my way.

I gathered my strength and made one more last ditch effort to escape.

I caught my opponent off guard and was able to spin around to face him. He quickly wrapped his legs around me, securing the guard, but I was already working to escape. I trapped one of his knees to the mat and popped my knee on top, pinning it there as I moved to side control.

"Guard pass, 3 points red. 9-3," the ref signaled.

But I wasn't going to stay here though. I adjusted my hips and was able to move my knee onto my opponent's stomach. I grabbed the lapel of his gi and had a firm hold on him in a position called "knee on belly".

"3 points, red. 9-6."

From here I waited for my opponent's next move. And just as I expected, he extended his arm to try and push me off balance. Just as he did, I swung my other leg around and fell into an arm bar.

I began to crank my opponent's arm, putting pressure on his joint, trying to get him to tap. I could hear my opponent fighting, but knew that I had the submission sunk in deep. I saw his other hand begin to raise, ready to tap out.

Bzzzzzz

The final buzzer had gone off, signaling the end of the match. The ref jumped in and stopped the submission.

I had lost.

I came off the mat defeated. That brief moment of fight and confidence has disappeared just as quickly as it had arrived. I hung my head as I finally reached my corner.

But when I got there my coaches and teammates began slapping me on the back in congratulations. I looked at them confused.

"Jay, that kid is no joke, he's the best young prospect in the area! And you freakin' had him dead to rights!"

"Yea man, 10 more seconds and he was done. Thats fucking bad ass, man!"

My coach scruffed my hair, "If only we saw that fight in your from the beginning of the match. What had you so distracted?"

It was at that moment that I looked around in search of Nicole. But she was nowhere to be found. The feeling of defeat came crashing down on me again as I realized she hadn't even stayed to watch my match.

The hurt I felt was worse than losing. It was confirmation that last night had been a mistake and that whatever feelings I had about Nicole were completely misguided. Nicole would never be interested in someone like me.

A loser.

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The next day it was back to the gym. I had debated not going back at all. I didn't want to face Nicole and I was so disappointed that I had come so close but lost in the finals.

But out of my own curiosity I decided to look up my opponent on the internet. And sure enough he had won about a half dozen tournaments in the past 6 months. And I really had almost beaten him. It wasn't as good as winning, but it did give me some validation.

And it only made we want to train even harder, knowing that I had come within seconds of beating someone so good.

As I walked in, I looked around the gym and spotted Nicole. I tensed up immediately. But luckily she had already partnered up with someone and was practicing some moves with them.

I found another partner and we went to work doing the drills the instructor called out. Maybe this was for the best. I could put this whole thing behind me. Nicole and I could go our separate ways and I could concentrate on just getting better. That was the whole reason that I joined in the first place, not to chase some girl who was out of my league.

After about 30 minutes of drilling and live rolling I sat against the wall in exhaustion, feeling good to have finally had a few moments of distraction. Not thinking about the tournament or Nicole. My eyes were closed as I caught my breath.

"Hey," a voice said next to me. I recognized it immediately.

I opened my eyes, but didn't turn to face Nicole.

"Hey," I replied back, feeling the awkward tension between us.

A moment or two passed, which felt like an eternity.

"Good job in the finals," she finally said.

"I lost," I replied. I tried to hide the anger in my voice, but it was there and I'm sure Nicole could hear it.

She would know that I had lost if she had stayed and watched instead of running off.

"Yea, but it was a great comeback and if that guy didn't get saved by the bell you would have won," she said. Her sweet voice was already having the effect of loosening whatever tough exterior I was trying to put on. I fought against it though.

"How would you know? You weren't even there, Nicole." My tone was colder than I intended, but Nicole deserved it.

"What? Of course I was there, Jay."

I paused, unsure if she was lying.

"I looked for you after and you weren't there."

I finally looked over at her. She was sweaty, but so irresistible to me. Her face, usually bright with a beautiful smile, showed her own hurt at the accusation I had just thrown her way.

"Jay, I swear I was there. I watched the entire thing. Paul wanted to get out of there after my match. But I told him I had to stay and watch yours. So once yours ended we left. But do you really think I would miss your match after everything?"

My heart leapt. It didn't change much, she still had a fiance and she still would never want to be with me, but it still felt like something. A small victory of sorts.

"You really saw it?" The words rushed out of my mouth with a little too much excitement.

"Of course! How could I not watch you in the finals? You had me worried when you started out so slow, but then you turned it on. Next time I know you'll kill that guy."

My facade had fallen. The thoughts of moving on and concentrating on just jiu jitsu instead of Nicole were now the furthest thing from my mind. Nicole had stayed. She wanted to watch me. There was something there. But what did that mean? What did Saturday mean?

"You looked good too," I said. "Congratulations on the win."

So many questions floated around my head. They needed to be answered. "So I, uh, see you figured out how to get out of that move. The one we practiced on Saturday..."

The mention of that move filled the air with tension once more. We sat there in silence, unsure of who should speak first or even what to say. Nicole's cheeks blushed red and we both looked away from each other.

Nicole finally started. "Listen, Jay. What happened on Saturday-"

"I know, I know," I said, cutting her off. As much as I had wanted to talk to her since everything had happened, at that moment all I wanted was to just get up and run away. "I know you're engaged."

Another blush ran across her face. "Yes, I am."

She sighed.

"I'm engaged and things got out of control. Let's just forget it ever happened and move on."

I looked at Nicole, who now had a serious face on. It upset me that she was trying to be so casual about it. Did she not feel the connection we had?