"Win this one and I'll make all your dreams come true," Janie whispered in his ear. He had already placed first in the forms part of the competition.
"I don't see how you could top the last tournament," Jason smiled at the memory of something called the "Spanish Corkscrew" that rendered him unable to move or see straight for a good half hour.
She lifted herself up on her tiptoes and kissed him quickly on the cheek, in full view of everyone gathered around to see the final match of the men's first degree black belt sparring contest. No one said a word, although Jason was the envy of most every other guy (and some of the girls) at the tournament.
His first round was against a guy from Bradenton who had been a red belt three weeks before, and Jason won easily.
The next challenger was Aaron Byrd, who was only a few points behind Jason in the regional rankings.
After bowing in, Jason took the first point with a quick kick, followed by two more points with a kick to the head. Aaron got in two points of his own before Jason dispatched him.
Through the padded headgear, Jason could hear the people from his school cheering for him, but it was Janie's voice who rang the clearest.
The semi-final challenger was also no match for Jason's laser focus on winning, both for his chance at winning the title of National Champion and for the promise of mischief and love in the arms of Janie Collins.
Right before the final match, he steeled a glance over at his lover. A sizeable crowd was gathered. They were one of the later black belt groups to compete and with both Jason and Aaron in it, it was a chance to see competitors who were in the top 20 within their organization. Janie winked and blew him a kiss.
Jason couldn't suppress his smile, even with his mouthguard in. His pulse raced, knowing that before leaving the hotel for the tournament, he had filled Janie with his cum.
His opponent was skilled, but no match for the flurry of kicks and punches in Jason's arsenal. It was over after only a couple of rounds.
There was short trophy presentation, then his tournament group was dismissed.
Janie pushed her way through those gathered to congratulate him. She jumped into his arms and gave him an eager, but socially-appropriate kiss. Jason was equally quick to show his affection for Janie, but after a quick hug, made sure to shake hands and high-five those who came to see him and share his victory.
As he packed away his sparring gear, Mike Keller came up to him and flipped his iPad around. "You're basically locked into the top ten in your division. With Nationals only a month away, you've got a six point lead on Aaron in seventh place and nine points on that kid from Iowa in eighth place. The four guys behind them would have to go to five tournaments in four weeks to knock you out. Now we just have to get you to St. Louis . . ."
"We're going to Nationals," Janie interrupted. Jason smiled and shrugged. He didn't know how they were going to pay for it or get time off, but Janie's tone made it clear the issue was not up for discussion.
Over the past couple of months, it seemed they had spent their weekends at taekwondo tournaments. Most were within driving distance, although there were a couple of overnights in there, too. Jason didn't know how they were paying for the trips; Janie didn't tell him and he didn't ask. Master Robertson had made arrangements to cover his entry fees. After all, each tournament only cost him twenty five dollars, but having a national champion at his school could be a nice selling point.
"So are we," Janet reached out to give Jason a congratulatory hug. "We'll figure everything out."
The tournament was just down the road in Lakeland, so they didn't bother with a hotel. Janie sat in the passenger's seat; Jason drove. After little over an hour, they pulled into the garage just as the sun was setting.
Jason dropped the bags with their sweaty sparring gear in the laundry room, and both stripped down to put their uniforms in the wash. The girls were with their dad and wouldn't be coming back until the next day.
His eyes lingered on Janie's soft curves. She playfully swatted at his hands when he reached out to grope her.
"Shower first," Janie giggled.
"Why? We're just going to get dirty!"
She wiggled free from his half-hearted attempt to pin her naked body against the door frame. His gaze locked on to the seductive sway of her hips and he followed her back to their bedroom.
They took a quick shower, washing away the sweat and the grime, their hands lingering on one another.
Under the hot water, Jason took Janie in his arms. Their bodies pressed together. Both seemed content to stay there, safe in one another's embrace, the cleansing water massaging their sore muscles.
"I want to give something to you," she whispered in his ear.
"Okay," he returned gently kissing her neck. "What is it?"
"A surprise," Janie winked. She turned the water off and stepped out of the glass-enclosed shower. The floor tile was cool as they dried off.
Neither bothered to dress.
Janie took him by the hand and led him to the bed.
They fell on to the soft mattress, their bodies intertwined. Jason cupped Janie's breasts and he kissed his way down her neck.
"I love it when you do that," she purred dreamily. He started to grind his hips against her, but she pulled back.
Sensing his bewilderment, Janie giggled. She arched her back and reached for the nightstand, drawing more playful pawing at her body from Jason.
"I want you to have something special tonight." Jason's eyes got wide when she handed him a tube of lube. Janie rolled him off of her and turned, presenting the perfect globes of her rear end to him. "No one has ever had me back there."
His hands caressed her firm ass cheeks, his touch both eager and nervous.
It took him a moment to form a response.
"Are you . . . are you sure?"
Janie winked over her shoulder. The pink folds of her pussy peeked out from between her legs, and her tight puckered rosebud seemed to invite him inside. "I am, Jason. I want you to be the first man to put his cock in my ass . . . I want you to be the only man who will ever fuck me in the ass."
To both of their surprise, he tossed the lube aside and pounced on top of her.
They collapsed on to the bed, his lips raking the back of her neck. Their fingers intertwined. She reflexively spread her legs and Jason's hard cock rubbed in between her cheeks.
"Fuck me, Jason," she panted. "I want you to fuck me in the ass."
"I will," he whispered in her ear. One hand grasped her by the hair and pulled, drawing a squeal of delight. He turned her head and they kissed eagerly. Hungrily. "But not tonight."
"But—"
Jason pressed his cock against her backside, but he made no move to enter her. "I love you, Janie. I want you more than anything in the world. But I don't want that . . . not yet."
"Why not?" There was curiosity in her voice. And a tinge of fear.
"Because I want you to save something for our wedding night," he replied gently. "I know I will never be your first. And we . . . um, you were mine . . . but I want to have something special on the first night . . . that, um . . . that you're my wife."
"Oh, Jason," Janie breathed, and she began to cry softly.
Jason lifted his weight off of her, and she rolled over on her back. Then she pulled him to her. She was crying and laughing at the same time.
She kissed him again, hard and joyously. Jason cupped her face with his hands. Their foreheads touched and they brushed noses.
"I love you," she whispered over and over. "I love you. I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!"
They stayed like that for a long time, holding one another. Content.
A little while later, their bodies covered in sweat, they still lay in the big bed. Janie curled up on his shoulder, cum leaking out of her pussy.
Her breath was warm on his skin. He traced the outline of her shoulder with his fingertips.
Neither spoke for a long time.
"So . . ." Jason began, as if unsure of where to start. "Do you want to pick a date?"
