Have you ever known anyone who was obsessed with martial arts to the point of stupidity? Not even just fighting, self defense, or learning a martial art. But the type of nut to watch Chinese martial arts movies that never even made it onto DVD on an old VCR player, and try to replicate those moves? True, most of these people existed back in the eighties and were undoubtedly male, but people like that still did exist. Tammy Wallace was that person.
You wouldn't know the depth of her obsession just by looking at her, she had hair going about two inches past her shoulders, just long enough that she could braid it into two twin pigtails, or a single normal pony tail on lazy days. Though she did wear athletic bike shorts, they were almost always hidden under a plaid skirt, and she wore a sweater to hide her womanly figure. If anything, because she had to wear glasses in glass, she seemed like a typical nerd.
People who hung around her though knew that she used any opportunity to show off some move she had practiced for hours in her backyard the past weekend. Punching trees, doing flying kicks, damaging school property on accident. Tammy could be a complete idiot.
The one thing she lacked, and craved, was a real practice partner. Someone she could legitimately fight. All the people who knew how to fight refused to fight her, and the people who tried always wimped out after one or two hits. Weak ones, to her. Most of all, it seemed like everyone was afraid to punch her.
Don't hit a girl? Fuck that, chivalry was one of the things that Tammy was pissed off by the most. She didn't know it yet, but sometimes guys who are willing to hit back for real are the most dangerous. However, maybe those dangerous guys were exactly her type.
“Hey, where is everyone, private lessons today or something?” Her voice echoed into the small building where she learned Tai Chi. It was a simple place, with a tile entryway for people to take off their shoes, then a practice floor for the lessons. The teacher was there, along with two of the students. One of them was her classmate, the other was a slightly overweight boy that creeped her out. She was fine with overweight nerds but... he always seemed to brush against her whenever they thought. Like he was trying to grope, instead of hit her. There were about four people less than usual, not that the place was usually that busy.
“Bruce couldn't ferry everyone today, like he normally does. His mom had the car.” Her close friend Louis replied, taking a moment to smile at her as he went through the forms.
“I-I got here... with a friend.” Albert, the overweight one offered, as if he felt she was curious. She knew it was mean, but whenever he talked to her it sent a shiver up her spine. What would his friend possibly be like? Of course, a single glance around the room told her that she had walked right by someone without noticing.
If she had to be honest, he was handsome. His hair was a bit long though, and his outfit wasn't that great. Not that she could really judge, but he could at least get something better going than a plain blue tee shirt and jeans.
“I'm Ryan... nice to meet you.” He seemed to give her the same once over she gave him, and she shook his hand. He wasn't the type to awkwardly stare into a girls eyes though, so soon after he looked back at the others she did as well.
Tammy always loved what eye contact told you about people. In so many martial arts movies, they put stress on looking into the opponents eyes. A single twitch could tell you where they were going to hit, or move to next! Of course, she couldn't do anything like that, but it was good for telling her where the guys were staring. Albert for example, always looked about a foot or so below her face.
“You're not going to take off that sweater?” Albert offered, of course. Louis gained a small smirk, she had confided in him at school how Albert affected him. She had initially regretted it, but since then Louis had been helping her out from time to time in avoiding Albert. With a class this small though, it may just be inevitable.
“No.... I'd rather not.” She said with a small smile.
“It'd just be bad if you overheated....”
Ignoring him completely, she ran right to their teacher. “Sensei!” His real name was Raymond, and everyone else called him Ray. Only Tammy was a large enough nerd to call him something like Sensei. She had started hoping it would catch on, but it had been three months and it wasn't even getting close to doing so. “Are we going to get started then?”
“Right, since everyone is here now....” Ray said, mumbling about the people who didn't show up under his breath. He was normally a very positive guy, but it was obvious that Tammy tired him out. “Tammy, pair with Louis. We're going to start with the push and pull to begin with.”
Glad to be paired with not Albert, Tammy hurried over to Louis. Both took their positions, close to each other and began trying to knock the other off balance. Grabbing and pulling, shoving, anything with the hands was allowed so long as their feet never moved. It became obvious quickly that Tammy had practiced though, and Louis had not.
“Good job, try this...” Ray said to Albert behind Tammy, who by now wasn't really paying attention to Louis. It was too easy, the only one she liked practicing this with was Sensei. She would get too excited and accidentally hurt him at times though.
“That's three zero....” She mumbled to Louis, who scowled. “You didn't practice.”
“I had homework!” Louis growled back. “Not everyone practices every day like you...”
Tammy let a small smile come to her face, and soon enough what she dreaded happened.
“Tammy, switch with me. I want to help Louis out.” Ray said, inciting Tammy to give Louis a very dirty look. Louis just grinned back, and Tammy moved over to across from Albert. She took a moment to glance at Ryan again, noticing that he was looking at her it seemed, and only her. She gave him a small deadpan look with a raise of her eyebrows, and then had to pay attention to Albert.
She hated it, but Albert was actually good. He was heavy, and knew how to control his center of gravity. If he expected it, she could never push or pull him. Pulling was dangerous too, he seemed to take advantage of every moment to touch her that he could.
“No funny business....” She mumbled.
“Huh?” Albert feigned ignorance, and she just growled a little. Then, they began the game. Very quickly though, she noticed Albert's hands aiming lower and lower. She bore with it at first, but as the two seemed to be evenly matched and Albert's hands seemed almost always to be at least halfway onto her breast with each push, she lost her temper for a moment and smashed her open palm into his face.
Immediately, Ray's voice rang out derisively. “Tammy!”
“A-Ah.” She tried to act bashful. “Sorry Albert, it was an accident.....”
She helped Albert up, but Ray stepped in before she could try to just continue as if it hadn't happened.
“Your nose is bleeding.” Ray said to Albert. “Tammy, sit out. I want to talk to you after.”
A small feeling of dread of course rose in Tammy, but she nodded and slowly retreated out to where people could sit and watch in. After a moment of hesitation, she sat in the seat next to Ryan instead of any of the farther ones, since it faced in and she wanted to watch.
“I'm surprised you didn't do that sooner....”
Ryan said to her softly, both watching as Albert went to the bathroom to clean his nose up, and Ray began instructing Louis to practice his forms. Tammy grew bored of Louis' jerky movements before long, sitting back and relaxing in her seat. She ignored Ryan, not wanting to say she did it on purpose, but not a good enough liar to try and say it was on accident.
“Shitty that Sensei saw though....”
Tammy raised her eyebrows. “You're going to call him Sensei?”
Ryan grinned. “Seems like more fun.”
“Its too bad you're not in our class.”
Why was he here anyways, she didn't recognize him from school, or anywhere for that matter. Tammy considered herself very good at recognizing where people were from, so immediately she moved to point it out. “You're not from around here, are you?”
Ryan raised his eyebrows, taking a moment to move his chair facing hers more. In response, she scooted her chair a little away from his. “Yeah, just the other day in fact. How did you know?”
“Call it a martial artists instinct.” Tammy grinned, feeling proud of herself. “And Albert, how do you know him?”
“Ah... online.” Ryan said. “We play some online games together.... things like that.”
“Ah.”
Computers were a world that Tammy was not a part of. She had tried to learn how to use them to download bootleg copies of old movies once, but found that it was not for her. To her, it wasn't worth the frustration, she'd rather just work a job and buy all the movies she wanted to see. Ryan seemed to want to continue the conversation, but she concentrated on the class as if she didn't want to miss anything. Ryan took the hint and remained quiet.
The hour long class went by slowly, and even ended five minutes early because there weren't enough people there. Ryan and Tammy talked a little bit more, but nothing important as time went on. Near the end of the time, the class was interrupted by Ray's phone ringing. Tammy listened in, the phone being near the entrance, and was pleased to find out that she would be avoiding the scolding from Ray for the evening.
“Guys, I have to go pick up my kid.” Ray said. “I'm going to just leave the place open, so leave when you're done, no trouble okay?” His eyes lingered on Tammy, then back to the rest. “I'll be back around nine to close the place up.” Ray was always a very trusting, and very cool guy. He left so fast that he nearly left a blur behind, and Tammy immediately launched onto the practice mats again.
“You're gonna practice now?” Louis asked with a small amused grin as she pulled the big hitting bags out. Albert of course stopped cleaning up to watch her lug the tall thing to the center of the room.
“Of course!” Tammy said, adjusting the bag a little and giving it two short jabs. “I didn't get to practice, and with Sensei gone, I can do whatever I want with the equipment!”
Louis laughed sardonically followed by a short sigh. “Don't break anything. Hey, Albert, can I borrow your ride?”
“Ah... uhm... sure.” Tammy got the feeling from Albert's delayed response that he had been planning on staying just to watch her, or maybe ask her if she wanted to practice again. She figured that without Ray telling her what she could and couldn't do she could kick his ass, but she didn't like the thought of being alone with him.
Well, him and Ryan, but she didn't know if she liked Ryan or not yet.
Ryan too seemed to hesitate a bit, but soon enough all three men left together. Tammy scowled as she watched them get into Ryan's car and take off. “Boring.” She berated them. “I'll never lose to someone who would give up a chance like this....”
Tai Chi was a art of balance and meditation. Tammy had picked it because it had something she lacked, calmness and patience. In the end, she wished she had picked Karate, or MMA, or something where she could beat people up. So much time spent on forms had made her balance amazing, but had left her frustration with very little place to vent it out. They rarely even got to use the punching bags, even thought the room had such high quality ones.
She spent about a half hour beating the shit out of a punching bag, and it was around seven thirty when Ryan's car returned. She didn't see it coming, but heard the door opening. Initially her heart sank, thinking that Ray had returned early, but she smiled when she saw it was Ryan.
“You're back.” She said with a sigh. “I got scared, thinking it was Sensei...” She paused. “Or Albert.” She added derisively, still trying to decide if she could trust Ryan or not.
“Oh, he's in the car.” He said, eliciting a look of shock from Tammy. “I'm joking.” Ryan chuckled, taking off his shoes. “You really do hate him, don't you?”
“I don't hate him....” Tammy said. “I just wish he'd stop feeling me up during practice and just... practice. He's pretty good....”
“Or at least that he'd ask, right?” Ryan said as he stepped onto the practice area, walking over towards Tammy. She didn't think he was dressed for any kind of martial arts or fighting, but not everyone was so flexible that wearing jeans would restrict them. Even she had worn them back in middle school, before becoming flexible enough that they began to seriously annoy her. Even now, she was frustrated that she had to wear a skirt, though it was the only thing to cover the rather form revealing shorts she wore.
As for his question, she immediately scowled to deny the idea, but after a moment. “Yeah, then I could tell him to fuck off.” She said angrily, hating that he was actually right about something like that.
“Right, being honest and up front helps. Though, I think he doesn't ask because he knows you'll say no.... I'll talk to him about not doing it to you, okay?”
“Uhm... thanks.” Tammy replied, feeling a bit awkward with just how up front and honest Ryan was being. “So, why did you come back?” She asked, trying to change the subject to something more casual.
“Long reason, or short reason.”
“Short, followed by the long one.” She replied, giving the bag a sharp kick before standing to listen to Ryan.
“Short reason, I wanted to get to know you better.” Ryan said simply, leaving Tammy to nod patiently for the longer reason. “Long reason, I was thinking about joining this class and wasn't really that impressed....” He shrugs. “But if I have a cute girl as a friend in here, then I think its worth my time.”
Ryan grins, and despite herself Tammy lets a small blush seep onto her face. “I'm not cute.” She scowls. “But I would love it if you joined. If only so someone else called our teacher Sensei other than me.”
“Haha, so, what are you doing?”
“Practicing I guess, he doesn't let us use the bags usually. And not for anything but what he asks, so I like the chance to beat one up.” She grins. “Wanna give it a try?”
Shrugging, Ryan steps forward. “Sure, why not.” He takes a boxing stance and quickly jabs at the bag three times.
“Not bad...” Tammy said. “Barely moved the thing, but you're fast. Are you a boxer?”
“No... I've kind of just had a lot of friends in martial arts show me things.” He replied. “Oh, but I have taken Tai Chi before. For like four months.” One month more than Tammy then, she realized.
“Here, try...” Tammy began showing Ryan some stances, and quickly was impressed by his ability to pick things up. Fifteen minutes passed of them both trading turns on the bag before Tammy decided that she definitely liked him. She didn't like how he flirted and teased her, but he learned fast and didn't look down on her for being a girl. More than that, he seemed unwilling to treat her any differently because of it, other than the flirting.
“You're a pretty cool guy.” She said eventually, smiling at him. “Do you want to try sparring?” She asked with a devious grin. “I'll go easy on you.”
“I wouldn't want to....” He paused, changing what he was about to say. “Well, I guess its dumb to worry about hurting you. Since you're the one with more experience....”
Finally, a hesitant response she actually liked. “A-Ah... well... I've never been in a real fight before.” She replied, feeling nervous. “And before this class I just taught myself these things. No one ever fights me seriously, even if I do ask them to spar. They pussy out when I hit them, or never hit back.”
Ryan raises his eyebrows a bit, then takes a tentative stance. “I'll give it a try....” He says doubtfully, unsure of what to expect.
The fight lasted less than fifteen seconds, despite Ryan's great reflexes, it was moments before her leg swept his out from under him, and he smashed to the ground on his side.
“You didn't even go for me.” Tammy said, irritated and disappointed.
“So you're completely serious?”
“Yeah, enough of that chivalry bullshit..... give me a real fight!”
Ryan smiled a bit, standing up. “There's no difference between a girl and a guy in the end... right? The harder worker will win? Something like that?” Tammy smiles and nods, once again hopeful for a real fight. Ryan grins back. “Or talent, that matters too.”
Tammy quickly tries to recall how old Chinese men are stereotypically supposed to talk. “Oho, is that a challenge young grasshopper?”
“Sure, lets call it a challenge.”
The next fight lasted just as long, Tammy hit Ryan twice, and then he rushed in and punched her a total of three times, the last one sending her onto her back. She had been so used to no one even fighting back that her defensive skills were wide open.
“You actually hit me....” She said, surprise and shock in her eyes as she rubbed her cheek where she had been hit.
“Was I not supposed to?” Ryan asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
“No... no....” Suddenly, Tammy smiled. “That was great!” She bounced back to her feet. “Nothing's like getting hit for real, I tried training to increase how much I could take but.... even riding whips... nothing hurts like a punch does!”
“R-Riding whips?”
“Ah... Uhm...” Blushing just a little, Tammy laughed nervously. “D-Don't worry about it. Just don't tell anyone, okay?”
“Hmmm.....” Ryan began to grin a wide devious grin.
“H-Hey! Don't smile like that!” She says, giving him a little shove. “Just promise okay? It was a part of my practice.”
“I will, on one condition.” Tammy narrows her eyes suspiciously, listening intently. “I want a kiss.”
“A-A kiss?” Tammy jerked away a bit, now blushing a deep red. It wasn't like she had never kissed before, but this was someone she just met. She stared at him nervously as she tried to figure out just how serious he was about it, toying with one of her braids in the process.
“Yeah, I said you were cute, didn't I?” Ryan replied, as if it was simply natural that he want to kiss her.
“Y-yeah.... most guys get scared about the fact that I can kick their ass though.” Tammy replies stubbornly, scowling as she made the needed gestures with her hands. “Or they think I'm annoying, because I'm into martial arts, and I'm not girly at all.”
“Whether you're girly or not... I think...” Ryan pauses his sentence midstep, then with a smile, gets right to the point. “Hey, I'm pretty sure I beat you just now.”
“Huh?” Surprise entering her tone, Tammy's blush finally began to fade. “Yeah, but only because you got me by surprise!”
“Are you really confident you can beat me?” Ryan asks haughtily, leaving Tammy to nod in an equally haughty way. “Then lets make a wager. For every win I get, I get a kiss. If I get ten wins, then I get to change the deal, you gotta listen to me, basically. One order, or something like that.”
Suspicious, but confident, Tammy nodded. “I won't lose. If I win ten times, you have to do something embarrassing okay?” She grins. “I can think of it later, right? I want it to be really good.”
Chuckling, Ryan nods. “Yeah, yeah, I'm going to fight for real though.... we lose when we're knocked to the ground, or caught in some kind of hold.” Tammy nods. “That sound fair? Works for Tai Chi, since balance is important.”
Tammy nods in turn, and both take up their own stances. “Lets do this!”
Their fights begin to last just a little longer, and it's 7:45 when a clear victor is found. Tammy wins the first three fights easily, but from then on Ryan makes a comeback. Doing mostly things to confuse her, he manages to push her over and take advantage of her lack of experience to win all ten times needed. The end result is a 7 to 10 victory in his favor.
“Real fights are different from movies, aren't they?” He asks, having ascertained how she learned her moves during the sparring. Both are panting, but out of the two Ryan seems to be doing the worse. In fact, he only won the last match because Tammy got frustrated and tripped over him. “Well, I won, you're not gonna back out on our bet, are you?”
Blushing a deep red and with an annoyed look, Tammy shakes her head. “I made a deal.... but because I won seven times, only three alright?”
“Only three...?” Ryan asks, confused initially.
“Three kisses. Okay?”
“Oh... that's fine, thats fair.” Ryan says with a small smile. “I'm more worried about the order.”
“Oh...” A small feeling of dread in her chest, Tammy looked at him suspiciously. “You said you'd change the deal or something like that? Right?”
“Yeah. Now, this is how it'll work. Every time we lose, we have to take off an article of clothing.” Tammy immediately blushes a deep red, but he wags a hand to stop her from saying anything yet. “If we get the other person down to something they're unwilling to take off, or beat them when they're naked, the loser has to be the winners slave for a month.”
Tammy pauses, though her first instinct is to immediately decline and call him a pervert, she watches his chest rise and fall for a little bit. She had already caught her breath, and had practiced for far longer than something like this before. Here it seemed like he was already exhausted. And having a slave sounded nice. Just the idea of riding him like a horse between classes was immensely satisfying. “Is that it...?” She asked.
“Well, for the sake of longevity, at the end of that month we have another fight, and if the person who was a slave loses, she... or he, remains a slave for another month. If the slave wins, he or she can either challenge the other to another challenge to try and reverse the deal with their freedom once more at stake, or simply end it there.”
“Sounds.... complicated.” Tammy says. “But I don't see anything wrong with it....” She pauses. “Can I ask what you'd want me to be your slave for though?”
“Hmmm....” Ryan rubs his chin thoughtfully, eying her with one eye closed. “Free kisses, mostly. As far as perverted things go, I won't rape you or anything, so don't worry about it.”
Blushing at the honesty, Tammy growls at him, but nods. “Your ass is grass.”
And at first, it is. Ryan loses his sock as Tammy goes at him full force in the first fight. In the second one he uses his conserved energy and gets her to remove one as well. She wins again, followed by another victory by him. Knowing he only has a shirt and jeans to go, where he has to win four more times to beat her, he begins trying to take her by surprise again. He easily beats her by rushing to grab hold of her arm at the very beginning of the next fight. Begrudgingly, she removes her skirt like he asks her too.
Then, she wins another time. “Remove those jeans, you can't even kick properly with them on.” She says, as if doing him a favor. Ryan does so with a small smile, then gets back into his stance.
Some people fight best when backed into a corner, others do not. Ryan easily made her fall the next fight, and had her remove her bike shorts. Tammy was too distracted to even put up a good fight the next round, and rushed way too fast to try and get his shirt off. Soon enough, she was in her white bra and panties, panting just as heavily as him.
“W-Why aren't you tired?” She asks in frustration, staring at Ryan who seems about the same as her.
“Well... mostly because I haven't had to move. You keep just rushing in to hit me.” Tammy scowls.
“I won't make the same mistake. You're going down.”
The next fight, she waits until he makes the first move, and immediately pummels him and throws him to the ground. Clutching his midsection, it takes Ryan a moment to take off his shirt and stand up, looking at Tammy's confident grin. “Hey, don't be so confident, I still have a layer.”
“You're actually going to get naked?” She asks with surprise, but not embarrassed surprise.
“Well, yeah. What about you? What if I win this next fight?”
Too embarrassed to even imagine that outcome, Tammy hurriedly flings a challenge in response. “Go ahead and try!”
Nothing else can be said about Tammy if you don't admit that she is confident. Even with Ryan in the lead, she rushes in to fight him just as easily as before. The fight isn't as one sided as the ones before, with both moving in to attack the other evenly. At the end, Ryan rushes in and simply shoves her off balance, winning the fight.
“N-No way....”
“So, are you my slave now?” Ryan asks from above her, grinning.
Immediately, Tammy scowls at him. “Fuck no!” Blushing and shaking a little, she removes her bra and stands up. The effect of the all out fight is apparent on both of them, bruises are on their chests, arms, and legs. Ryan's eyes widen though as he see's her breasts, especially with a dark bruise on the face of one of them.
“Wow... uhm... sorry.”
“What?” Tammy asks, glancing down, then back up. “O-Oh.... don't worry about it, it doesn't hurt that bad....” An awkward silence lasts a few moments as Ryan stares at her chest, until Tammy gets annoyed. “Come on, lets fight!”
The fight ends as it starts, Tammy easily throws Ryan onto his back. He throws off his boxers right on the floor, standing up with his junk hanging free between his legs. Tammy only glances at it for a moment before blushing a deep red and looking away.
“Y-You were serious....” She says.
“Hell yeah.” Ryan replies. “I want to win this.”
Tammy calls the next fight, and with the distraction on her side now, quickly loses.
“So?” Ryan asks, standing above her.
“I...” Tammy seems ready to admit defeat for a moment, but then growls and stands up. “I'm not giving up!” She takes off her panties and flings them across the room. Ryan watches them fly away, Tammy calling the next fight while he's distracted. Despite her best efforts to rush him, he manages to not get pushed down, and the two begin fighting again, too quick for Ryan to check out the now revealed parts of Tammy.
Before long, Tammy gets frustrated that Ryan is still holding on, and goes to knee him below the belt. It hits Ryan just a bit behind his balls, thankfully, and he grabs Tammy's leg. Shoving her with his leg in his arm, he manages to beat her for the final time. A glance at the clock tells him that it's 8:20. The two have been fighting for at least a half hour.
“I won.” Ryan says as he looks down at Tammy. Tammy looks up at him before blushing a deep red and getting onto her knees, closing them to cover her private parts.
“Dammit....” Tammy says, fists clenched. “Y-You got lucky...” She says, still not quite willing to admit that he is the better fighter.
“You're not going to back out, are you?” He asks with a cocky smirk.
Tammy stands up slowly, eyes actually welling up with a small amount of tears. “I'm not... a deal's a deal. I'm not the type to not do what I say I will....”
“Are you crying?”
“N-No! I'm not!” She quickly defends herself. “I'm just annoyed at myself for losing....”
Ryan chuckles, slowly moving closer to her. “You're so cute....” He gently raises his hand to her cheek, and she flinches away. “Hey, you agreed to kiss me before you even became my slave.” Blushing, Tammy stands still as Ryan's hand touches her cheek.
“Can I get dressed... first?”
“Its sexier this way, so no.” Ryan replies. “And call me master, anytime we're alone from now on. I won't embarrass you by making you call me it in public though.”
“Y-Yes... master.” Tammy reluctantly says, frustration in her tone. Ryan slowly pulls her closer, letting his lips gently drag across hers before pressing into an actual kiss. Their first kiss is simple, innocent, Just their lips pressing against each other. Ryan pulls back though, and immediately kisses her again. This time, he opens his mouth, and with his tongue makes her open hers too.
Ignoring her hand pressing to his chest, he pushes her against the floor beneath her and keeps kissing her, amused by how inexperienced and confused she is. Slowly he moves his hands to her side, ignoring the way she jolts when he does, and starts sliding them down.
Before they can reach her hips, she presses hard against his chest, and he pulls back. “What is it?” He asks as arrogantly as he can.
“Ah.... please don't touch me.... or...” She pauses. “This is the first time I've french kissed someone so please... can you...” Gently her hands move to his, trying to pull them away. Eyebrows raised, Ryan chuckles a little.
“So, you're a virgin then?” He asks, his hands moving to entwine their fingers with hers. Immediately she blushes a deep red, but she nods in response. “Okay, then how about this....” He grins, pinning her hands on either side of her head. “I could just be mean, and say that as my slave, your virginity belongs to me but.....” He smiles as Tammy has a look of panic flash across her face. “I said I wouldn't rape you. So I'll agree not to go all the way, and break your hymen unless you agree to it, if you agree to do other sexual things for me.”
“T-Things like what?” She asks nervously.
“Well, pleasuring me.... and letting me pleasure you.” Ryan says as vaguely as possible, pushing his body against hers. His erection lies flat between their stomachs, and his knee presses between her legs. Immediately it is obvious from the look on her face that Tammy has probably never touched or seen a cock before, at least not in real life. “I'll be nice, so... is it a deal?”
Blushing intensely, and glancing at the door to the place, Tammy nods. “If you do something I don't like, I'm going to say no, okay?” She says, and Ryan nods. “And.... I'm kind of nervous about being touched so....”
“We don't have time to do everything I'd like to do.” Ryan says as he looks at the clock. Smiling, he gives her a brief innocent kiss before pulling away. “You know what a blowjob is, right?”
Reluctantly, Tammy nods, and Ryan nods back.
“Get on your knees.”
To Tammy, who has never really had guys like her before, and who has fought off any attempts on her body before, this was completely new. She didn't want to do it, she didn't want to do something as humiliating, and in her eyes gross, as putting a guys cock in her mouth. But her pride also wouldn't let her not do it and therefore go back on her word. Fighting back tears, she got on her knees and stared at his cock nervously. “Ah... I... uhm....”
“Start with your hand.” Ryan said. “Grip it a little. Not too hard.” Tammy did as he said, her hand gently curved around his cock and gave it a little squeeze. Looking up at Ryan uncomfortable and unsure of what to do, she simply squeezed it a few times, watching to tell how hard she was or wasn't allowed to squeeze. Eventually, Ryan helped her out again. “Move it like this.” He said, moving her hand.
“Okay.....” Tammy said, blushing a deep red as she jerked his cock right in front of her face. The room grew silent after, as both panted after the exertion of their earlier sparring. Both now checked out the others bodies without restraint. Tammy was just as curious as Ryan, as it turned out, just not as exposed to perverted things as he was. Soon, Ryan's hand moves to the back of her head to urge her on.
“Kiss the tip.” She gives a frowning, almost pleading look up at him in return. “Come on.” He urges, and with a groan, she does as he asks. She kisses it briefly, almost retreating as fast as she came in, and immediately licks the pre-cum off of her lips.
“Ah...” She blushes. “I-Its salty....”
“Yeah.... lick it.” Ryan orders, again deflecting her pleading eyes. She does as he orders though, and moves closer to give the tip a long lick. “Now take the top into your mouth and lick it in there. Don't touch it with your teeth...”
Scowling but accepting her orders, Tammy does as he asks. The taste isn't as bad as she expected, certainly better than some of the protein powders she had drank before. Rather than order her to go deeper, Ryan begins just gently pressing her head into it and away, and before long Tammy takes the hint. Figuring that if she does it right, it'll be over faster, she soon replaces her hand entirely with her mouth, bobbing back and forth as his hand dictates, her tongue licking whenever it was far enough out for her to do so.
She almost gags at several points, but Ryan is careful not to force it in too far, and soon gives her the warning that he is about to finish. “I'm going to cum.... jerk it off and swallow it all.” He holds her head so the tip is in her mouth, then has her stroke it as fast as she can. Soon enough, his hips begin to shake, and he shoots his seed into her mouth.
“Mm!” She jolts a little and gags almost immediately, pulling back just in time for the second stream to hit her in the eye. The rest Ryan aims onto her chest as she coughs most of it up.
“That's why I warned you to swallow it....” Ryan says softly as he looks at all the cum on her face and chest, especially in her eye. “Are you okay?”
“It stings....” Tammy groans. “I've hurt worse.... and I've been dirtier before though.”
“I guess that's one cool thing about doing this with a girl as tough as you.” He says with a smile before helping her stand up. “Lets clean you off and get dressed.... want a ride home?”
“Sure....” Tammy agrees, looking out of her one good eye. Somehow it seemed to her that both of them, especially him, were being way too casual right after something like that. Both walk into the girls bathroom, and she immediately cleans her face off, especially her eye. “Man... its all red...” She frowns.
“Let me help you with the rest.” Ryan says, suddenly hugging her from behind. Grinning at her blushing face in the mirror, he splashes water onto her front and rinses it all off, groping her chest liberally as he does so. Once he's done, he grabs them and squeezes them just for good measure. “They look smaller under your sweater, but these are actually...pretty big.”
“They're a C cup.... they're already too big, I think.”
“Yeah, they'll get in your way if they get bigger, maybe.”
“Right?” Tammy agrees immediately. “Whats the big deal about larger breasts anyways.”
Smiling, Ryan stops fondling her. “Lets get dressed, before I get horny again.” Blushing, Tammy hurriedly nods. Both of them move out to the practice room and redress up. With about fifteen minutes to spare, they both leave and get into Ryan's car. “So where do you live?” He asks, Tammy directing him to a house just a few blocks away. “Ah... I'm just about two blocks further.”
“Wow... you're close.” She says, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, we have to spar again sometime.” Ryan says. “Keep me in shape, you know?” He chuckles nervously. “I'm not sure I'll be able to get up tomorrow....” He says as his arm wraps around his rips.
“Oh man up.” Tammy says, giggling. “I'll beat you next time.”
“Probably because I'll be sore for a week!” Ryan jokes, then grins. “I'll look forward to it, you're still my slave though.”
Blushing, Tammy looks down between her legs. “Y-Yeah...”
“So day after tomorrow, want me to pick you up for the class?”
“Y-Yeah, only if Albert won't be with you.”
“Don't worry, I'll just have him ride with that Bruce fellow.”
“Good.” Tammy smiled, looking back up at Ryan. Ryan raises his eyebrows, having expected her to want to rush right out the car door. Slowly a knowing smile comes to his face.
“You still owe me a kiss.”
Tammy nods, with a small blush. “I... don't like to be indebted.”
“Kiss me again?”
“Sure.”