Disclaimer: Like all lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has exhibitionism, group fun, and multiple females. If those aren't your things, stop now and find another story.
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(June)
The rest of the week training happened as normal and when Marazzo came back it continued. The first day or two there was a light tension, but it quickly dissipated, and we were all fast friends again by the following week.
During our training one day I asked him about his scar.
For a moment he looked sad, then turned to me and said, "This one family I spent a few weeks at after my parents died, the dad beat me," he said.
I saw the stunned looks on the other girls faces, none of us could believe what he just said.
I asked, "Oh my god, are you serious?"
His face broke into a grin, and he said, "No, I'm just teasing."
Laren blinked first then laughed, followed by Marazzo and Nazy. I was horrified.
"You jerk," I said punching his arm. "Oh my god, I was about to freak out thinking I'd brought up something traumatic."
"I know," he said. "You should have seen your face. It was priceless."
My jaw dropped for a second, the other girls started laughing. Narrowing my eyes I dropped into a stance and ran toward him, tackling him to the ground. That only made him laugh harder as I started hitting his arms.
"I'm being attacked by a pixie," he cried.
I was easily the shortest girl out of the four of us, so my anger doubled on the comment to my height.
I tried to tickle him, but I quickly realized he was laughing at my attempts to tickle him and not because it was actually working.
Frustrated I tried to wrestle him over, but he was too strong and wrapped his arms around me, pinning me to him. Then he wrapped his legs around me and I was trapped. Frustrated I fought and twisted which made him laugh harder. I was pinned against him, then he reached to my side and tickled me and I exploded with laughter.
I fought in vain as he continued to tickle my sides and I shrieked in laughter. After a minute of us wrestling I felt his growing hardness trapped between us. Our eyes met and he realized what I felt. Abruptly, he let me go and I pulled away panting.
I winked at him as I mouthed the word, "Bad."
He looked embarrassed, then hopped up and gave me a hand to my feet.
"I'm going to pay you back for that one day," I told him, gasping from the exertion.
Breathing a little hard, he smiled as he looked at me, then his face grew serious, "When I was a kid I was running around with a big stick, it was a metal rake handle and the rake part had fallen off. I was pretending it was a lightsaber or something, I don't remember. I ran between a house and a chain link fence, the pole got caught on the fence and the house and I clotheslined myself, gave me a pretty bad scar."
"Really?" I asked.
"Promise," he said. "The other kids used to make fun of me all the time after that, so I guess I tried to make people feel bad about it when they ask. Reflex action, I shouldn't have said that to you. Old habits you know."
"I understand," I said. "Sorry the other kids were mean to you."
He shrugged, "Even then I was a bit of a loner, that just kind of brought it out a bit more in me I guess."
"That make sense," Laren said. She was on track to earn her degree in psychology, so I knew she'd find his story interesting from a psychological point of view.
"It used to bother me, but as I grew older one of my martial arts instructors taught me something," he said. "Wabi-sabi, it's a Japanese concept that embraces flaws and transience and finds the beauty in imperfection."
"That's kind of deep," I said.
He shrugged, "Our flaws our what usually build our character."
Nazy scoffed, "In that case, I've got enough character for multiple people."
We all laughed.
"On that note, this Friday is test day," he said. "I'll be testing each of you for your gray belt. If you pass, we can start training for green."
We trained hard the next few days and on Friday we agreed to meet early. We each got permission from our units after telling them we were testing out for advanced belts. I was nervous at first because Rayner brought a fellow martial arts instructor from our own unit and told us he would be grading us.
I was so nervous about testing in front of another instructor. The other instructor made each of us go through the proper steps and held us to a high standard. At first, I was irritated that Rayner had brought someone else in, I was so scared I wouldn't pass. And it didn't help that the other instructor was strict on our testing technique, but in the end when we finished and he declared us passed, I was ecstatic. I also knew this meant we'd really earned our belts and that they hadn't just been given to us cause Rayner liked us.
All of us girls were full of energy and wanted to celebrate, so we made plans for dinner at Rayner's house later that night.
We drove home to get ready. I kept it simple yet sexy, dressing in a gray sweaterdress and black thigh high suede boots. Marazzo chose black leather mini skirt and red velvet blouse that had a V in front that reached to her belly button. Laren put on a semi-sheer, white, spaghetti strap summer dress, with blue rose print that was scandalously short. Every time the wind caught her dress, or she bent over, someone would get a peek at her bright red thong panty. And Nazy chose a tight, sheer white blouse, with dark red miniskirt and black stocking and garters. The shirt easily showed her nipples through the fabric.
We all piled into my white Hyundai Tucson SUV and headed to his house. After knocking we heard him yell come in and we stepped inside.
"Just in here cooking dinner," he yelled from the kitchen.
"You cook?" I asked as we walked toward him.
The living room was separated from the kitchen by a dark wood and marble counter with two levels, one waist high, the second elbow high with the cliff side facing the living room. We stood on the living room side and watched him prepare our meal. He was barefoot in black slacks with an open button up white shirt and black undershirt. I could tell from his wet hair that he'd come from the shower not too long ago. He had some Eminem music playing from an Amazon Echo plugged in on the counter.
"It's a hobby of mine," he answered my question. "I like to go all out and prepare meals sometimes. Eating fast food or microwave meals all the time is for peasants."
"Peasants?" I laughed.
"Pretty sure that makes us peasants," Laren said drily but with a smile.
"Well, we'll just have to remedy that," Rayner grinned.
"Nice outfit," Nazy said, giving him an appraising look. "Good to see you finally dressing up."
He flashed a boyish grin and looked down, "I had good teachers."
"Is he blushing?" I asked. "Cause it looks like your blushing."
"I do believe you are correct," Laren said.
"Awwwwwww," Nazy cooed.
"Okay, if you all want to be fed, quit teasing," Rayner said chuckling.
