Grappling

Her back and butt were sweaty as they pressed against the hard mattress of the dojo floor. Legs wrapped tight around his waist she pulled him inside.

The other students had long since given up on telling them to go somewhere private. Or perhaps she was just no longer listening, stuck inside a warm libido bubble where only she and he existed.

Fingers nested in his sweaty hair, she closed her eyes and pulled his mouth tight against hers, tasting his tongue. Muffling the noise he made as she felt his warm cum inside her.

She did not usually find grappling to be sexual, but with him it had been inevitable. She also hadn't meant to fuck him in front of the other students, but that too had been inevitable.

They had been sparring, him on top frantically trying to find purchase for a hold, her struggling to move out from under his weight. Outside of practice he was cute in an everyday kind of way. Reserved, unassuming, prone to averting his eyes in a way that made you want to hug him. When sparring, with his game face on, something awoke in those green eyes and he looked irresistibly sexy.

Instead of any of the techniques she had worked into her muscle memory, she had followed a different instinct -- putting him in a somewhat unconventional hold by grabbing his neck and pulling his lips towards her own.

For a moment, his face had lingered inches above her own. His eyes wide in confusion. His warm breath on her face. That smell of sweat and spices, so unmistakably his, filling her nostrils. The moment extended in time.

Then everything had happened so quickly. His face splitting into a grin, he had eagerly gone the last few inches to meet her. She had tasted his tongue as they both breathed hard, scrambling to undo the knots on the other's pants, reaching inside. His shudder as her hand awkwardly closed around his erection, pre-cum already wet against her palm, almost perfectly matching the warm tingle of his fingers rubbing inside her.

At first she had been aware of the sounds of the other students alerting one another to the events unfolding, her arousal heightened by an ecstatic sense of panic. Then the outside world had faded from existence and her recollection of anything that happened from that point on was quite hazy.

She could remember his green eyes smiling as he looked up at her, her legs wrapped around his neck, pushing his face into her crotch, tongue wet against her clit. Smelling her own pussy on his breath, then tasting it, tangy in his saliva as he kissed her. His naked ass giving slightly to her fingers and nails, muscles tense under soft flesh. The echo of her voice as he finally entered her. Her eyes fixing on a yellowing bruise on his shoulder. His hands reaching into her rapidly unravelling gi, tickling their way towards her breasts. The noises she had pulled out of him as her nails dragged against his back, thighs, chest. Her teeth clenching, her breath catching, her body shaking with that first intense orgasm.

And from there, nothing but a red haze of pleasure. Only now slowly fading.

Their lips parted and they both lay panting, hearts pounding. Her face still nuzzled in his neck, gently nibbling his warm skin as his firm, stubbled jaw rasped against her cheek. She breathed in his scent, bathed in the afterglow as he grew soft inside her, cum slowly spilling onto the floor. The wetness of his tongue still lingered on her nipples, on her belly, on the inside of her thighs. Or was that sweat? Or her own wetness?

Then he pulled out, and the world came rushing back. Along with it came the realization that she was at this point mostly naked.

Her gi jacket was open, spread like wings. She had no idea where her pants were, nor her belt. She thought he might have undone it, but she might just as easily have done that herself. Her bra was pulled up, exposing her small breasts. At least she still had her underwear on, after a fashion; they were hanging off one of her ankles.

He helpfully pulled her bra back down, now blushing slightly, game face completely gone. Then, twisting around awkwardly on top of her so as to not reveal too much of himself he pulled his pants up, stood and reached a hand down towards her, looking down on her exposed crotch as if seeing it for the first time.

Her face and neck both hot with embarrassment under the pointed non-gaze of the other students, she scrambled to put her remaining leg through her panties, succeeding on the third try. She pulled them up, not caring that they twisted up under her ass, then grabbed his wrist and let herself be yanked up, wobbling on legs unused to standing.

They set about gathering up her missing apparel, him extracting her brown belt from the wall bars while she refastened her pants and jacket. Finally, hoping nobody would notice, she bent down to wipe the cum off the floor with her sleeve.

Wrangling her hair back into a ponytail, she could finally be called in not decent then at least properly dressed. She gave him one last look, his face as red as her own felt. They bowed, giggling nervously, then went their separate ways to look for a new partner.

She found a young white belt girl with her hand up in the air, made her way over and bowed. The white belt didn't meet her eyes as she returned the bow, quite obviously suppressing a smile.