The date with Caroline was not going well. I sat at the bar and waited for her to come back. At that moment I figured when she returned, we'd get the drinks bill and I'd pay it before we awkwardly parted.
I was really bummed. She was gorgeous. Her short blond hair, deep blue eyes, and toned body were all very sexy. Everything had gone well on the app, the week of text messages and phone calls in advance. The whole night she seemed on edge or angry. I honestly did not know what to do.
In my boredom I turned to see the tv. It was ESPN Classic. The fight between Marvin Hagler and Thomas Hearns from 1985 was just about to start. I had heard about this fight as a kid. When I had my first bully my dad taught me how to box and this was the video he showed me.
"Ooohh, that's a classic," Caroline said as she came back and lend over my shoulder to watch.
"You know about boxing?"
"Yeah. Youuu follow boxing?" she asked looking down with a stunned look.
I could feel the surprise in her voice. She pulled up a bar stool and we started watching the fight. Caroline was moving her shoulder with the fighters. She clearly knew this fight and how to box.
"Damn, I loved Hagler. He just went out and fought. No dancing," she said after the first round.
"By the way. You seemed surprised I know boxing," I responded as I looked down and stared at her smooth, toned legs.
She turned, looked me up and down and said, "yeah. You don't seem the type."
"What type is that?"
"Like the kind of man who has ever been in a fight," she said in a dismissive tone.
"Oh, I had my share of fights growing up and I won them all."
"Really?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah," I said, noticing my blood was flowing my spine was stiffening. "You don't believe me?"
"Ok. When was the last time you were in a fight?" she asked, and then turned to watch round two. Caroline was really into it so I let her watch and leaned back to look at her cute little butt.
With her eyes still on the tv, she asked, "so when was it?"
"College."
"So that was a while ago."
"Yeah," I said visibly annoyed. Where was this going, I thought.
"Ever boxed?"
"Well, my dad taught me how to box. That's how I won the fights."
"Think you remember any of it?'
"What? Boxing, I might be rusty but sure I am sure it would come back to me."
"Want to box?'
"What?"
She turned to me, as the round ended, and said, "You heard me. Do you want to box me?"
"I can't box you..."
"What? I'm a girl. Ha. I'm challenging you. Are you man enough to take it or are you scared?"
I was stunned. She was sitting up and I could see a fire in her eyes.
"Look, I'm not afraid you. It's just weird."
"Why? I know I'll knock you out."
"Ahh, no."
"So you think you can beat me? You can beat me up? Really?" she said sticking her shoulders and chest out to me.
"I wouldn't say beat up, that's not what I meant," I said reluctantly.
"Sure. It doesn't matter. I'd love to box you," Caroline said and grabbed a napkin and pen from the bar. She started writing.
"How about this? Next Saturday, you come to this address at 7:00 pm."
"You're serious?"
"Yeah, I want to see what you got."
With that she turned to watch the rest of the fight. She went right back into it.
"Is that going to be us a week from tomorrow?" I asked, trying to tease her a little.
"No."
"Why"
"You won't get to the third around."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah."
"Ok."
"If you get to that round you'll get another date."
"So what if I only go one round?"
"I'll let you give me a kiss on the cheek."
"Which ones?"
"Either. Both are amazing and I've seen you staring at my ass all night," she said with a smile.
"And the second."
"I'll give you a kiss you'll never forget."
"And if I get to the fourth?'
"I'll give you the night of your life," she said with a sexy confidence that instantly turned me on. "You should go home and get your rest. You're going to need it. Oh, and here's Hagler winning in the third, just I will."
Now I was annoyed. I turned and looked up and saw Hagler knocking out Hearns.
Over the next few days, I wondered if I'd really do it. I watched clips of Sugar Ray Leonard and Marvin Hagler to study how they moved in the ring.
I was both angered and turned on. It didn't help that she would send me texts saying, "are you training? I'm not. I'll beat you easily" or "don't chicken out" and "eat pussy, don't be one." She sent me a ten second clip of her in tight satin shorts bending over with the words "pucker up bitch." It made me so hard. I had never felt like this, both wanting someone to fight and fuck. On Monday, I decided to go.
I upped my workouts. I was always a runner, so I kept my usual five miles a day. I began to shadow box and jump rope. All week I kept thinking about it and getting more and more turned out. I decided not to pleasure myself. I wanted to keep that edge, but I was getting hard all the time.
On Saturday at 5:30 changed into my shorts and t-shirts and I drove to the address. It was a good sized house about an hour out in the country from the city with a long drive away. I got out of my car and saw a black SUV parked in the front. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my Civic.
Caroline came of out the house. She was wearing a black satin robe. I noticed her laced up black boxer boots.
"Glad you made it. Didn't think you would. Most guys chicken out."
"Well, I said I would."
"A man of his word. Now that's a rarity these days. So, do you think red or black gloves? Here's a new mouthpiece."