Authors note
"Discoveries" is back. I hope you enjoy it. More to come. Happy reading.
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In the small college town of Courtington, Indiana, there was a cozy small suburban home. It wasn't in the best of areas in this small town, but the residents in this particular home lived life to the best of their abilities. A small loving family prospering through hard work and caring for one another.
Nowadays it was getting colder as November was falling into the latter half of the month.
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Living with two girlfriends was something I never envisioned for myself. To think about two months ago, I existed just to exist. Now I was living life in the happiest of fashions. I had a job, I was finally finding my form athletically as a boxer, I soon had my degree. But most importantly, as stated, I was living with two bomb ass girlfriends. And it was a day-to-day thing I certainly could get used to. Hell, I am currently getting used to it. Nothing was like coming home from a day of boxing and college work to my hot cougar girlfriend giving me my welcome home kiss, then getting the same from my hot blue-haired goth girlfriend as well.
While Mel was fierce, aggressive, and more sexual in our relationship, Hope was quite different. Being younger I kinda expected it to be the opposite. Not that Mel didn't enjoy tenderness, and Hope certainly enjoyed sex, it was just that they both had different outlooks on what they wanted in a relationship. There were plenty of occasions when we just hung out in the living room watching TV, both of them cuddled up in my arms. Or me in Mel's warm embrace, and Hope in mine.
Hope turned out to more of a loving girlfriend. Mel too, but Hope seemed to settle for a lot of cuddling and the comforts of having a rock in her life. It made sense, and I had no problem being that for her. Hell, who was I to tell anyone anything? I was the luckiest man alive, at least by my own standard.
Maia had been a bit standoff-ish when she was told about the... situation. I understood why of course, but Maia eventually accepted it for what it was and seemed more and more to come around for it. She just rolled her eyes and said "At least you're not
him,
" referring to David. As a way of making amendments, I agreed to join her at whatever charity work she was doing, both as a chauffeur and as an active participant.
So that was how we would spend our thanksgiving. I decided not to go out to Seattle with my family, so that I could instead work at a soup kitchen where Maia was fairly active.
"David usually watched football," Mel said when I asked about how they usually did their celebrations. "But we don't have to now."
Hope perked up at that. The four of us were eating breakfast, talking about the upcoming holiday just around the corner.
"We don't have to watch football?" Hope asked. I could tell she was not a huge fan of the sport. Maia also. She shot her fist into the air in celebration.
I wasn't the biggest fan myself, even having played it. Getting benched a whole lot may have been a huge part of that reason.
"Yeah, I don't know if that is the most popular sport in this household," Mel chuckled. "We're a boxer family, now, I guess."
"Why don't we watch Resident Evil instead? At least some of them?" Maia asked eagerly.
Mel's rolling of her eyes were almost audible. But she relented. Anything but football, I guess.
"Sure. Why not," she said. The girls cheered. I couldn't help but smile. "I'll endure the endless amount of zombies."
"It's settled then!" Hope said.
"I don't get a saying in this? Man of the house?" I teased.
"Nope," Hope said promptly, folding her arms, looking at me sternly, emanating laughter around the kitchen table.
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Of course, I lost my last fight, but that didn't really matter. All that had happened after sort of deleted the whole depressing notion of having lost from my mind. Instead, I focused on getting better. The focus and determination were something that translated into so many parts of my life now, and I knew what fueled me. It was the wins, not the losses. The losses were mere setbacks. I knew if I wanted to get better at anything, I had to work for it.
At the gym, we had made some expansions. Frank had cleared the weight machines and instead replaced them with a mat area. A mat area? An area where people who did other martial arts could hang out, I guess. That was how Frank put it. It was a way of expanding the business. Me keeping the books sort of made Frank more available to expand. He was also looking at some contractors to build another wing to the gym, and to section it better. Now it was just a ring, the former machine area, a free weight area, and the heavy bag area.
"I want a pro section, kids section, and a bunch of different martial arts," he told me, showing the blueprints while inspecting the areas he wanted to refurnish.
Freya was also looking to become more of an instructor anyhow. She was probably not fighting again but loved combat sports with such a passion that there was no way she'd stay out of it. Unbeknownst to me, she was a purple belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ), on her way to a black belt, so she knew a thing or two. She even handed me a flier for me to hand out.
Freya also handed me my own ass. While losing sucked, and one might expect the coach to tread lightly, Freya didn't know any such vocabulary. The first thing she had me do was jump rope for twenty minutes straight, then right into defensive sparring with some of the new guys. Kinda sucked getting beat up by someone I knew I could fuck up at any moment, but I guess it was sort of twofold. I needed more defense, and the newcomer got to punch the only active fighter in the gym, other than Frank.
In the next fight I won by points. It was sort of on purpose, to teach me that I could go the distance and to score. Even if it was just 3 rounds of 3 minutes. In the pros, it typically was 4 or 6 rounds in the beginning. But the style of boxing was a necessity, especially if I were to go pro, which was more and more enthusing. I knew I couldn't make a living as a boxer, but to at least get paid while getting punched in the face was a solid argument for ditching the amateurs.
The next two fights I lost. They were in rapid succession, so for the latter I was probably not as fresh as I needed to be. I had tried pointing myself to victory again, and it simply didn't go in my favor. I actually didn't mind the losses. The opponents seemed to know how I usually knocked people into submission, so they were more than happy to point away.
It was sort of part of my strategy to learn more styles of boxing, and not knock everyone out, and in the amateurs, there was a lot of pointing. Sure it stung, both in the fight and the losses, but it was a learning experience I would likely not get many of in the pros. I got to test out fighting south-paw and in the philly shell, just to feel how it was outside of training.
Something that was an upside to coming to the gym, however, was that Hope was coming more often. In addition to hitting the pads and the heavy-bag, Hope had taken up BJJ, and seemed to have a pretty good knack for it. I knew Hope had a lot of natural strength, and from the small boxing she had done I also had seen that she had a certain athleticism.
After a heavy bag session of my own, I caught myself staring at Hope and Freya rolling on the mat. I knew there was nothing intimate about being in the clinch like that, but as a spectator, I couldn't help but admire the view.
Hope was flat on her back, trying to keep her knees between her and Freya, but somehow Freya managed to slip her knee in between Hope's thighs and force them apart. Freya moved closer between Hope's legs and bent over her, trying to get Hope in a hold, but Hope thrusted her hips up into Freya causing her to be thrown off to the side. Freya repositioned herself so that she was sitting on top of Hope's waist instead. Hope again thrusted, which caused Freya to bend over Hope.
From my view, I had a perfect view of Freya's bent over muscled spandex-clad ass, her upper body clad in a tight sports bra hovering over Hope's petite body. Both were wearing tight clothing and were quite sweaty at this point, so the view was pretty flattering to me.
But not for long, Hope rolled up trying to get Freya's back. Big mistake. Freya turned and clenched her legs around Hope's waist, causing a wince from the young goth. Hope tried reaching for Freya, but Freya kept rolling around outside of her reach, keeping Hope away with the strength of her legs.
