This was a bad idea.
Steve ran his hand through his thick, gray hair. This was a disaster. She was far too tempting and he was far too weak. He'd been distracted all during class, her bright pink bra showing through her uniform. He'd sneak peeks when he should be paying attention, and lost every sparring match due to his distraction.
It was worth it.
Steve had taught karate classes for a long time. His constant workouts teaching had kept him very fit for a man of nearly 50. He was strong, with impressive muscles on his arms and legs. His knees were a bit weak, an unfortunate result of an old injury, but all in all he felt good about himself.
He enjoyed having female students join his classes, he felt it was important to teach them methods of self-defense. By the same token, he would teach the boys proper respect for women and encourage them to protect women around them. He was looked up to, treated as a role model, shaping young minds into responsible adults.
He collapsed into his chair, burying his head in his hands. He thought he was so strong. Everything had gone out the window the day she had walked in to his class. He remembered turning around to greet his students, and saw they had three friends with them to try out the class. He shook the hands of the two boys then turned towards the girl.
My God, she was enchanting. Quite lovely, with an air of total innocence. Her hair was braided into two pigtails, set high on her head. She wore glasses and had a dimpled smile, with clear blue eyes. After a pause, he extended his hand and she shook it. He was surprised - normally girls had a limp handshake, while hers was strong and confident.
Steve held her hand just a bit longer than he should have, staring into her eyes. Realizing this, he turned to everyone and began class, pushing thoughts of the girl aside. She was young enough to be his daughter, after all. He wondered how old she was...the guys were all about 16, so she probably was too.
The girl's name was Amie, and she ended up staying in the class. She was a quick study, one of the brightest students Steve had ever taught, whose dedication he couldn't help but admire. He still caught himself staring at her, but worked to control his impulses. She was too young! And besides, he was her teacher.
Fridays after classes Steve often had free practice sessions, where anyone could stop in for free and practice. The sessions were always casual, and some days the dojo was full of students and fellow teachers, sometimes it was a quiet night. One night he emerged from the dressing room to find there was only one student...Amie.
He gulped. Where was everyone?
"Well..." he said, awkwardly. "I guess it's just you and me tonight."
Amie smiled brightly. "That's okay, Sensei. But, um, I wanted to practice my sparring for the belt test next month, do you think we could partner for it? I know we aren't the same size but it would be good practice."
"Yes, that would be fine," Steve replied, his mind already full of thoughts he shouldn't be thinking. She was so innocent, so gorgeous...so off-limits.
But Amie was no fool, and wasn't nearly as innocent as she looked. She had noticed his stares, his sidelong glances. She suspected what he wanted. She didn't know for sure, of course, but she had decided she was willing to take that risk.
She and Steve lined up and began their match. Steve, of course, tried to spar more at her level, making mistakes such as occasionally dropping his guard. She took advantage of these moments, though she wasn't as fast as she could be. Steve focused on the match, sometimes stopping to show her a better technique. They had been at it for almost half an hour and he was just starting to feel comfortable. It was easy. Amie was like any other student.
As Steve stepped to turn, Amie's front foot shot out and swept his front leg. He lost his balance, and his knee, the one weak from the injury, hit the mat and he fell sideways. He landed well, on his side, and was about to roll onto his back and get back up when he was pushed back into the mat. Amie had followed, using her ground fighting technique, and was now on top of him with her legs on both sides and her arms pining his!
Steve was in shock. She had caught him totally off guard, but even more so than that, all he could think about was that he was between her legs, her crotch barely 6 inches from his. Amie grinned down at him.
"So, do I win?" she asked. Steve arched an eyebrow, and with a couple quick movements cocked his hip out, swept her leg and rolled, swiftly changing positions and pinning her instead. To prevent her from doing the same thing, he held her legs tightly between his, trapping her more effectively that she had done to him.
"Not yet you don't," he replied, smirking. "Now, how would you get out of this one?" he asked.
Amie wriggled, but was stuck fast. The top of her uniform pulled open a bit, and Steve saw with a shock that she was not wearing her normal, pink sports bra. She was wearing a white, normal one, with lace trim. It clung to her shape, and with her on her back it wasn't leaving much to the imagination.
"Maybe I'll get out of it by distracting you," Amie said quietly.
Too late, Steve realized he was staring at her chest. He let go of her arms and sat up on her quickly.
"I...uh...I'm sorry," he stammered. He felt suddenly very awkward, and tried to get up. She wasn't having that. Her legs were loose now, and she hooked them around his back and pulled him down to her, flipping them over again. Now his legs were locked between hers, on his back again. Her entire body was pressed against his, her faces only inches away, her hands holding down his wrists.
