Arkadia really couldn't complain about Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. It was good exercise, and it was a useful skill. Not to mention rolling around on the mat with fit and attractive men was a natural benefit. In spite of her best attempts to be respectful and professional in her training- she couldn't help but feel an erotic tension during the sweaty, animalistic battle for dominance that occurred during sparring. Between watching the men and participating herself, she'd find it difficult to maintain composure until she left the Dojo.
She arrived at the Dojo a bit early, and nodded to the instructors as she walked past to the women's dressing room. She put on her Gi and her new yellow belt, admiring herself in the mirror. Arkadia cut her hair to shoulder length the day before- grieving she told herself- although in reality the now ex-boyfriend always preferred it long, so she chose to remove that. She was never particularly thin, but her large breasts and strong legs made up for it. She stood confidently, feeling sexy, and maybe a little slutty with her cleavage from the sports bra hinting at the neckline of the gi. She was happy with the tough and whorish version staring back at her.. Arkadia smiled back at her reflection, and felt an excitement rushing to her center, knowing she would truly enjoy her sparring today, even if her arousal would be a secret.
As Arkadia left the women's dressing room Damon stopped her; which although not an abnormal occurrence, left her with a heavy feeling in her genitals. Damon was not particularly tall, standing at about 5'6", but was the embodiment of human physical perfection. With muscles clearly defined, he'd make a great model for an anatomy class. Out of his gi, you could see a bit of the tattoo over his heart reading "Mi Familia", which would most assuredly, like every class, would come open to reveal the details of his tattoo, and statuesque build.
Although Arkadia and Damon had established a friendship, their attraction to each other had not gone unnoticed. When they were near each other, a magnetic force seemed to draw them together. They never stayed close too long, both driven by heat in their sexuality. Their bodies ached when they saw each other, wanting to touch and feel and know the other, but for matter of decorum, resisted.
The resistance however, only gave weight to the desire. Arkadia felt an intense relief today, knowing that she might act on it, but yet with a sudden thought, that maybe that magnetism was only one sided, she should play it cool. Perhaps only she wanted him, and pursuing a sexual union would end in embarrassment.
Damon smiled and gave her a playful punch in the arm, saying "Hey Ary, how are you?" He never once called her by her actual name, nicknaming her Ary shortly after they met months before, never failing to make her blush. She smiled shyly back at him, and caught herself as her gaze wandered downwards admiring his body, but stopping suddenly at his bright yellow belt. She exclaimed her excitement towards that, as he couldn't afford it the weeks before, but it was more deserved than hers was. While they were both beginners, Damon was far more talented and able at sparring than she was. Damon smiled, pleased that she noticed, but then looked at her with a quizzical expression.
"Something is different about you." he stated.
"Yeah I cut my hair", Arkadia let her hair down to show the length, but Damon was clearly not satisfied by her answer.
"No, I noticed, but that's not what I meant, Ary, you know what I mean."
Arkadia shared her break up, and the relief that she felt.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that", Damon told her, patting her on the shoulder, his fingers brushing her neck. His touch lingered, and the feeling of sexual tension rose. He looked at her hungrily, and smirked before looking away.
She tensed up a little, and Damon put his hand on her shoulder, saying "relax, girl. Just relax." She always seemed to tense up around him, unable to handle her attraction, and Damon always noticed. She felt her womanhood flush with wetness, and shifted uncomfortably. He didn't want him to smell her arousal so soon.
Arkadia didn't respond she just looked nervously at the mat. Although looking forward to the athletic distraction, Damon's presence reminded her of her athletic inadequacies, and how much she really needed to improve.
"You still have trouble escaping the mount." Damon asked, although, came out much more like a statement of a fact of which he was well aware.
"Yeah, I always do. I don't know, I guess my technique is off." Arkadia looked down, embarrassed by her athletic inferiority.
"Well spar with me today" Damon offered, "I'll help you."
"Yeah right" Arkadia snickered. "Sparring with you is like suicide for me. I don't have any chance at a submission with you."
Damon winked, "Maybe not, but I'll get to submit you, Ary."
Arkadia's eyes widened when she looked at him. She had no idea how to respond. She was filled with nervousness and excitement. But his goal to submit her made her feel eager to gain his submission under her, and she wasn't going to give up without a fight.
During training, Damon and Arkadia made eye contact frequently across the Dojo. He would wink at her and she would sigh, her distraction allowing her partner to take her down without much effort.
When the time came to spar, the intensity increased. Damon and Arkadia struggled to find dominance over the other. Damon would grip her hip and her waist and pull her closer to him. Damon moaned roughly in her ear, before tossing her to the ground, causing her to gasp in shock, before pulling him down with her.
In spite of her attempt to get the mount first, Damon was faster and stronger, and took the mount. Arkadia groaned in frustration, desperate to prove her superiority.
As he sat in the mount, Damon lingered. He stared down at her, admiring her. She was breathing deeply, and her gi had already come loose, revealing pink sports bra, and heavy cleavage. He sought to submit her but, instead of the quick urgency that one normally used, he slid his hand down her arm to her wrist pinning to the ground, pulling her shoulder back, and pressing his chest to hers. Damon breathed deeply into her ear, attempting to prove his strength to her.
Arkadia attempted to suppress a moan, in response to his closeness and power which was was overwhelming, but when he heard her suppressed groan, Arkadia felt Damon's grip against her arm loosen, he didn't want to go too far in class, in front of everyone. She smiled, and felt her clitoris throb in excitement, just briefly. She realized that she had an opportunity, and lifting her hips against his groin, she flipped him to the reverse mount. He was shocked, it was unexpected for him, he anticipated her quick submission. Arkadia quickly readjusted and took the mount and placed her hands on his chest. She smiled slyly at him. Her eyes revealing need and desire.
The two stayed there for a moment, Damon looking at her in surprise. Damon's hands traveled to her hips, fingertips barely touching the side of her ass, as pulled her closer to him, and stayed there for a moment, and bit his lip.
Arkadia sat deeply, pressing her mound against his rising organ. He could feel her wetness through her pants as she roughly rubbed herself against him, pleasing her clit against his member. He looked at her, unable to move in shock. While focused on her grinding against him, she slowly moved her wrists to either side of his neck, curling her wrists in, slowly depriving him of oxygen.
Damon tapped.
Arkadia smiled and removed herself slowly from him and slid back on her knees.
"I guess I just needed the right motivation, Damon" she smirked at him.
