OK, truth be told, some of this story is based on reality. There isn't even an attempt to hide the characters. After all, it has been a while and a lot of water has gone under the bridge.
One other warning, this is not a quick "tell all" story that leads to sex. If that is what you are after, this is likely to be a rather disappointing story.
Like I said, it is based on a true story, and from there fiction takes over. But that doesn't make it less real. I like to think: dreams are a good thing!
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Every Wednesday it was practice. The guys, and a few girls, would meet at the dojo and practice Judo. It is a sort of wrestling, but martial arts style. The basis is that an expert can utilize the strength of the opponent to gain the advantage. As a result, it was seen as a defensive sport of sorts.
I liked the practice. It was a game of technique, and if you didn't have enough technique, your strength did help. I had been doing it for quite a while, and at brown belt level, I had the basics down. Yes, I was at that age that any guy thinks they are larger than life, and especially for my age, I was very strong. Not strong as in a large steroid type of meat head, but in a way that a somewhat wiry lanky 18 year old boy would be.
The practice would follow more or less the same routine, a warm up, some stretches, and some strength exercises followed by a short while of free practice on the mat. After that the class would change to work on specific techniques with the intent on preparing for the next exam which would be every six months. The exams would be very formal, and with the audience the pressure was on to pass your tests and get to your next belt.
This Wednesday, the attendance was slightly below normal. The steady older crew was there, and some of the very young ones, but in my age range it was slightly thin.
The normal warmup and stretch happened, followed by the strength exercises. For the free practice, I ended up getting paired up with a new girl. She was a few years older than me, and new to the club. She was cute, with dark brown hair in a very crisp perm. Very timidly she approached me, after all other participants had picked a partner and said: "Well, I guess it will be just us," as she giggled.
She seemed intimidated. Understandably so, after all, I was somewhat known in the club and I was about a foot taller than her. Also, the belt color would be an immediate give-away that I might have an advantage.
We selected a spot on the mat. I held on to her jacket, part of the typical outfit and without too much effort wrestled her down. In no time, I twisted her around and put her in one of the "holds" that in a real match would rack up serious points. She was helpless and to speed up her "tapping out" I put some of my weight on her chest bone, making her breathing a bit of a struggle.
We straightened back out and on our knees - the typical starting position - she got a hold of my jacket and attempted the same move I just pulled on her. But it was too slow and did not put in enough vigor to get there. Her light frame also didn't help. After all, if you don't have the strength, weight can be used as an alternative. But I went with it, part of the way and surprised her with another twist that pinned her on her chest.
Up to this point, I was 100% sport appropriate, or pc as it is more commonly known.
I got a hold of the oversize neck band of her jacket and loosened it some. Her jacked draped from her shoulders onto the mat. She was panting, trying to resist whatever move I was trying to pull on her.
I reached under her shoulder, wiggled over the mat, and... slowly cupped her boob.
She didn't make a peep!
Now I was in a trance, I had her right tit in my hand, and she was trying to wiggle out of my "hold" and with all the clothing draped down, nobody would be able to see exactly what I was doing.
I reached around with my left hand, and guess what? I grabbed her left boob too!
I gave her a few firm, but not overly hard squeezes.
Suddenly, I realized we were in public and if anyone was paying attention, if must have been obvious as to what I was doing. I let go of her and put on a diversion flip on her body. She ended up in another high point "hold".
She tapped out. We got back on our knees and she feverishly straightened out her jacket and belt. I looked at her and tried to hide all excitement. After all, I was not sure what just happened, and definitely didn't want to talk about it. And absolutely definitely not here and now!
The rest of the class went down its regular course. I can't even remember if I practiced any of the moves with her or with some other participant.
After class, I rushed to get out of my suit and into my regular street clothes. I was wearing jeans and a T shirt, with a light jacket that I rarely zipped.
I unlocked my bicycle - the typical mode of transportation for people there - and pushed it down the short distance from the bike rack to the driveway. Just as I swung my leg over the saddle and got on my bicycle, I heard Ann, the girl I practiced with, say: "Oh, would you mind?"
My head spun as if I got an electric shock. I looked around and caught her deep brown eyes.
I stopped, and still half on the bike I said: "Oh Ann, I did not see you in the dark." It really wasn't that dark, but the sun had set a while ago and the street light didn't give off that much light.
"Would you mind to bike along with me for part of the way? You do live on the other side of town right?" She asked me. The fact that she knew that information slipped right by me.
I must have looked like a deer in the head lights, and really can't remember what I said. I am sure it wasn't anything too intelligible.
"My friend had to leave already, and I don't like to bike through town alone, so would you mind to ride up with me for a ways?" She asked me with her big brown eyes just barely peeking from under her perm.
She was the shy kind of girl. Good thing, otherwise she would have yelled out in class when I grabbed her in that not explainable kind of hold. Well, explainable to other juvenile teenage boys (of legal age naturally), but that is a whole other level of discussion, if you can even call it that.
"Oh, sure!" I would have agreed to almost anything. I was so stunned this girl was even talking to me.
Oh, my looks weren't too bad, and I wasn't ill adapted or anything, but when it came to girls, I was shy. Way shy. I really had no clue of how to start a conversation, or even after it started how to keep it going. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to, but really was at a loss when it came down to it. No wonder I was still a virgin, one of the only ones left, if you could believe my class mates' stories.
We headed down the road. There was no traffic and after a block or two, the other gym folks had scattered and it was quiet.
She seemed stressed. "Thank you so much to bike with me. I hope it isn't too far of a detour for you," she asked me with a friendly voice. "My friend decided last minute to go see her boyfriend, and he lives the opposite way. And I really don't like to bike alone, especially not when it is this late at night."
It really wasn't that late, maybe 6:30 PM, but it was starting to get dark and it was obvious that no girl would like to be biking alone at times like this.
"Oh, it is no problem at all, it is the other way around town, barely a detour really, and I take it every so often, just if I want some diversion. Don't feel bad." I said, maybe a little bit too loud.
We biked quietly alongside each other. The traffic on these residential roads was always really light, so we could comfortably bike next to each other. I looked at her a lot. The thoughts of how I grabbed her during class were heavily on my mind. She peeked at me when she thought I wasn't looking, but a few times we caught each other staring each other right in the eye. The silence was deafening.
Believe it or not, it was me that broke the silence. "Have you lived in this town a long time?" I asked. "You are new to the club, so did you just move here?"
"I have lived here all my life, but now I have a job, I finally moved out from my parents' house and got an apartment." She seemed quite proud. I already thought she was older than me, but now I had proof.
"Are you still in school?" She asked.
"I am, another two years and I will graduate." I replied.
"Do you have big plans after graduation?" she asked. It was obvious she didn't want the conversation to end. Maybe she was nervous about the silence? I would never know.
All I knew was that about a half hour ago, I had her boobs in my hands. Granted, there was nothing I could see, and through her T-shirt and bra, there wasn't that much I could make out, but it was my first grab ever. Just the thought alone would make me forget what we were talking about.
"This is it!" she said with a bit of triumph, as she pointed at some window that was lit up.
We stopped and pushed our bicycles up on the side walk.
