Author's note: Thanks again for reading. I can not believe how well received this series has been, beyond anything I expected. I am so glad people enjoy the series.
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Early Sunday morning, when I had got back, Trent had the slyest of smiles on his face when I appeared in the door, all panting and sweaty after hauling ass from Mel's. It was the first time I had ever been the one to sneak back home after an exciting night.
"Where the fuck you been? You fackin' dawg!" he asked, snickering. He was still in bed when I got back, only woken up by my failed attempt at being sneaky.
I couldn't help but reply with a sheepish smile.
"Ah... er... nothing. Y'know."
"My man!" Trent exclaimed, jumping out of his bed, giving me a bro hug. "We need to get you out the house more, dude!"
Trent let me go, and I passed out on the bed. It was waaay too early for me, still.
The rest of the Sunday went to reconciling with Mel over the phone while she was out for a walk. She had talked with her eldest daughter Hope, and things seemed to be better than she expected. Maybe meeting Hope, despite the circumstances, helped the cause. Mel had plans of telling Maia as well, but with time. She believed honesty with her daughters was the best cause of action. Especially when Hope seemed to be so welcoming of me.
David had no clue, which I was grateful for. Though I was not too fond of having to sneak around, it was a safe bet that he could probably beat the shit out of me. He had to be over 6 feet and probably around 200 pounds.
Apparently, he had been wasted when he had driven home, and went straight to the first sofa he saw and passed out for hours, not noticing any of the panicked and tense state of his house. He simply told them to shut up so he could sleep.
*
"Oomf, oomf, oomf."
Those were the sounds coach Frank made as I laid some heavy uppercuts during an intense pad work session.
Those were also the sounds I groaned as I came inside Mel this Tuesday morning. We hadn't met up on Monday, because Mel needed a sick day to recover from the weekend. She was apparently sore all over and completely out of energy. It was alright, though, we made up for it Tuesday morning. I snuck over and we had an intense quickie before she had to go to work.
I fucked her hard and fast doggystyle in her bed until I came deep inside her. I wanted it to last longer, as I wanted to savor the sex with Mel more, but it was urgent business. Plus, the way she was begging for me really sent me over the edge. The future hopefully left plenty of opportunity for more. The raw fucking was hot and fast, but sneaking over to hers and fucking her like that made it extra erotic. Though, I would of course be more happy about not having all the secrecy.
On Tuesday, after the quick visit over at Mel's, I went straight to the boxing gym, pleased to see that Frank was having a 45 minute class. I really had to get a schedule or something. Afterwards, Frank had offered me extra pad work, but not the grueling kind that Freya did. Though, I did get awfully tired.
"Jesus fucking Christ dude," Frank gasped in his New York accent, after the last 2-minute round was over.
Frank was a pretty big dude, half Italian, half Latino, with a bunch of pretty distinct tattoos. He was in his late 20s, and had done some professional kickboxing and MMA. I also learned that Freya too was a professional boxer.
"You sure you haven't boxed before?"
"Nope," I said, exhausted after fifteen minutes of boxing tacked on top of a 45 minute session, tacked on top of my intense morning. But I had to say, even from the little amount of time I had been boxing, I already felt my conditioning get better.
"If I hadn't seen you the first time, I wouldn't believe you," Frank said, poking fun at me on my first day. Which was totally fair. But even I could feel the extra work from Frank and Freya had paid off. The punches weren't as awkward, and I was better at putting them together. One on one feedback while punching was really helpful.
Frank threw off the mits, and I saw one of his tattoos. It was a red and green infinity sign on his wrist.
"What does that mean?" I asked. "Other than infinity, of course."
"It's a sign of my first love. You know, forever and all that shit. I got it when I was 18. One of my first tattoos. I was young and dumb, what can I say," Frank explained. That gave me an idea for later.
"What's that?" Frank said, chuckling and pointing at the nape of my neck.
"Eeerh," I said. It was a hickey from Mel this morning. But I was interrupted.
"SLACKER!" someone yelled.
"Ooh boy. Good luck," Frank said and walked off.
I turned to see Freya marching in, dressed in black workout tights and a tank top, looking really impatient.
"I thought we had a date! I thought we had a daa'aate!" Freya said unnecessarily loud. God could she be annoying.
"We did?" I asked. She stopped in front of me, with her hands on her waist, looking scoldingly at me.
"Our private heavy bag date, slacker!" Freya said, looking me sternly in the eyes, searching for fear.
"Was that today?"
"It is now!"
An hour later, I was bent over the locker room toilet, dry heaving and throwing up from exhaustion.
*
After dinner, I was so zapped for energy I could barely keep my eyes open. Laying on a coach in the common area in our dorm, it was a real struggle to not fall asleep. Benny and Trent were playing chess right next to me, which was always amusing as they could never agree on the rules.
"You that worn out, Bran? Daaawg, you a real dawg, dude," Trent joked, focusing intensely on the board.
I just groaned, rolling over tired as hell. Trent just looked over at me and laughed.
A few moves later Benny beat Trent severely and they got up to leave. I weakly raised my hand and Trent halted.
"Can I talk to you for a sec?" I asked, sitting up. Trent looked a bit confused, but nodded. Benny shrugged and walked off.
