Chapter Five
Natalie
Class had ended, and I was due to get to the training center right after to meet Jet for more self-defense training. I’d had a headache all day, and no amount of pain medication made it go away. I almost teared up when I closed my eyes to try to alleviate the pain. I knew what the problem was; I was stressed out about training with Katie again. I had just about enough of seeing her flirt with Jet, and now that he was my boyfriend I was far less willing to deal with it. I wished that she didn't have to be a part of my training but I understood how important it was for me to work with a female, since in a fight I would only be up against a woman of my own size.
I liked working with Jet, though, and it's not like I ever intended on going in for a real fight, so there was no reason for me to have to train with other women. Well, at least not women who wanted to steal my boyfriend away from me. And this was no normal female; she was gorgeous and more fit then I would probably ever be, and she was “one of the guys.” Guys always loved those girls, the kind who would go to a baseball game and eat hot dogs and drink beers with you. I was not that kind of girl. Not that I would ever be opposed to going to a game, but I had never been before, and I certainly wasn't “into” sports.
I knew that as soon as I saw Katie, my migraine would probably make my head explode. But I needed to get over there and not be late, as the later I was, the more time Katie had to spend with Jet alone. I would just get the session over with and then go home. I’d make myself some tea and a bath, and retire to bed early that evening. It was a surefire way of getting rid of my headache.
When I walked into the gym I looked around. I saw Jet on the bench waiting for me, and after a quick scan around, I didn't see Katie anywhere. Maybe she was still in the locker room changing.
“Hi Jet.”
He looked up from where he was sitting and smiled.
“Hi, baby, are you ready to work hard today?”
“Is it just us?”
He smiled. “Yeah, is that okay?”
I nodded, and just like that, I started to feel much better about the day. I wondered if Jet consciously didn't invite Katie or if it was just a scheduling issue.
We did a circuit, which was a little more extreme than I had anticipated in terms of a workout. But the idea behind the circuits now focused solely around making my kicks and punches more explosive, and therefore more powerful, which made sense to me. The way Jet made me feel while training was incredible. It made me feel like I could take over the world.
I was rounding down to my last few minutes in the circuit. I was dripping sweat everywhere and feeling exhausted. Maybe taking a break from the gym in general the last few days had been a bad idea, but I was feeling energized and alive. I figured I should probably consider hitting the gym more, especially since my boyfriend was there so much. I felt ready to kick some butt.
I thought the circuits were my entire workout, but that wasn't the case at all. Jet wanted to go through my techniques again in regard to my punches and kicks. After we worked on the pads, we started in on defense once again. It was quite incredible how after doing these procedures for so long, things just started to come naturally. Jet didn't even have to tell me what he was throwing―I would just automatically react to the movement I saw in his shoulders, and move to avoid whatever he was throwing my way. It was all really quite astounding, and it made me respect the game that much more.
After our pad work was complete, Jet took me over to a matted area and we did windshield wiper ab exercises, which to me were easily the hardest exercises I had ever done with my abs. As he applied pressure to my legs and pushed them away, I had to stay stabilized within my core, and raise them back up again.
We also did a medicine ball exercise that consisted of Jet dropping a large weighted medicine ball on my stomach as I released my breath. Not only was it meant to strengthen my core, but it was to train me how to breathe out when throwing punches or taking hits. If I had no air inside my body when I took a hit, then someone couldn't knock the wind out of me.
“Do you want to see something cool?” Jet asked.
“Sure.”
“I'm going to jump on your stomach.”
“What? You can't do that. You will crush me; you're too heavy.”
“No, I'm not at all. I will jump on quickly and jump right off. If you keep your core tight and flexed, it won't hurt you at all.”
I agreed to allow him, but I was nervous about it. I decided to trust him, though.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded as I focused on keeping my abs flexed. He jumped lightly on top of my stomach, and although I felt the pressure of his weight, it didn't hurt at all, and he jumped back off. I laughed. “Wow, that was kind of cool.”
He held his hand out to help me off the mat.
“So, how do you feel about fighting an amateur MMA fight, just as practice to test your skills?”
“Are you joking? Jet, I'm not a fighter. I've just been coming here for fun.”
“I know, and that's okay, but you will get to see how much you have progressed, and I think it would be fun. Everyone else who fights amateur is doing it for fun as well, and they are just as inexperienced as you are.”
I stared at him and thought about it. The idea terrified me in a way, and I wasn't sure how to respond, as I didn't want Jet to think I was weak. “I don't know if I'm comfortable with it.”
“I understand that but look at the girl in the ring, for example.”
I turned to see who he was looking at. She wasn't much bigger than I was, and didn't seem to be much more advanced that I was, either.
“See her? She has only been here for a few weeks, and she's not even sure if she wants to fight a real fight. She just likes coming to train. Would you want to try going one round with her and see how you do? I think it would be really good for you to see how much you’ve learned.”
“Jet, I suck at it. I know that for sure.”
He chuckled. “Natalie, you definitely don't suck at it. Believe me, I would never even suggest this if I didn't think you were ready. I have no interest in humiliating you. I think you would do really well, and like I said, you are no more experienced than she is, and vice versa. She's the perfect person for you to try fighting with.”
I looked back at the girl and thought, what the hell? You only live once, right?
“Ahh, okay, let's do it.”
The grin he got on his face after that was well worth my acceptance. I loved that smile.
Jet left me momentarily to go and talk to the girl in the ring. While they were talking the girl looked over at me, smiled, and then nodded to Jet. I was relieved when I didn't see any flirtatiousness from her.
“Okay, you're all set. Get your gear on and meet me in the corner. I will be instructing you throughout the round, so make sure you focus on my voice as you are fighting. You have to just go for it, though. Don't wait for my instructions. Pretend it’s a real fight and remember all the things that I have taught you so far.”
I nodded, terror running through me, and I had the instant urge to flee the scene. I quickly got my shin pads and gloves on. My mouth guard was in place, and I headed into the ring to the corner where Jet stood. He was grinning from ear to ear, and I hoped for his sake that I would not live to regret the moment.
My nerves were jangling, and I had the fight-or-flight reflex warring in my head. It was really freaking me out. This was a lame little practice round; I couldn't imagine how I would feel in a real fight where there was a chance I could get hurt. Jet had warned me about that, everyone had them, he said, you just had to fight through the fear. I had nothing to worry about, though. Jet would be in my corner guiding the fight, and since it wasn't real, I could always stop if I felt I couldn't do it. I waited for the other girl to get ready, and when she got back into the ring, Jet set the timer. The girl was relatively the same size as I was, but a bit more muscular.
The bell rang, and we met in the middle of the ring and touched gloves. We circled each other with Jet in the corner shouting out commands. I went in for a straight one-two, made contact, and then backed off. The girl came back at me, and went with a high kick that I blocked. I couldn't even believe I reacted that quickly but I was also grateful that I had stopped the hit. I came back in, landing an uppercut into the girl's chin. The hit made the girl a little dizzy and she backed off. Seeing a weakness in the girl, I came back in and connected with a roundhouse kick, and then gave her a liver shot. The girl backed off again. I could hear Jet calling my name, and it was amazing how it was only his voice I could hear, and nothing else. I was getting tired, but I looked up and caught my breath, noticing the girl’s hands dropping. I came in quickly with a straight punch and then a left hook, making a connection with her head. When the girl staggered, I swung around and went for the head kick. She didn’t see it coming, and it knocked her flat on her ass. Jet was going nuts, and the fight was called. I had won my first amateur round.
I came out of the ring to where Jet was standing. I ran into his arms, jumped up, and encircled my legs around his waist. I was so excited. I couldn't believe how well I had done. A few weeks ago I would never have thought that was even possible for me to accomplish, and now there I was, I had knocked a girl on her ass with a kick. I didn’t care what anyone thought about me and Jet at that moment--I was on top of the world, and this was my man. I kissed him passionately as the girl came up to me and shook my hand while I was in Jet's arms. She congratulated me, and told me we could train together anytime I wanted to. I was so ridiculously happy at that moment I didn't know what I was going to do.
“My little warrior. I told you that you had come a long way.”
I kissed his mouth, loving the warmth against my skin. “It was so amazing. No wonder you want to do this as your career. It's such a rush, and the feeling is addictive.”
He laughed. “Yes, I know. I'm proud of you, Natalie, you did extremely well. Congratulations, my beauty. She didn't even get a chance to draw blood.”
I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. I hadn’t felt that good in quite some time. I was truly blissful in the arms of a man that had helped me get this far. Bring it on, world, because at that moment I felt like I could conquer anything.
It was the night of Jet's fight at the nationals, and I may have been almost as nervous as he was. It was a big night for him, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Julie and I had gotten seats front row center, and the arena at our school was jam-packed. You couldn't fit another body in there, it was that full. I had done girlfriend duty already by being backstage in the locker room with him. I kissed him good luck, and gave him a complimentary smack on his ass as I headed out the door. All eyes had been on me while I was in the locker room with Jet, and I assumed the rumor mills would be cooking in overdrive after that. Despite the fact that there were other girlfriends in the locker room as well, eyes had followed me around the entire time. Maybe I was that big of an anomaly in Jet's life.
I had been thrilled to see Jet's entire family at the fight. His brother and girlfriend were there, as well as a sister I never knew he had, and his mom and dad. Although they were divorced, they still sat side by side in support of their son. I wondered what it had taken to convince Jet's dad to show up that night. Well, at least he was there. That was all that mattered, as I knew it would mean the world to Jet.
“This guy must be in love, Natalie. Look at the seats we are sitting in. Either that, or you give a mean BJ.” Julie laughed, enjoying herself. I couldn't help but laugh; Julie was a riot.
The seats at the fight were magnificent, but Jet wanted me as close to him as humanly possible. And, hello, I was his girlfriend, after all―shouldn't I get great seats? I noticed however that Katie managed to get herself backstage with the teammates. She was going to be part of his corner for the evening, but I refused to let it bother me.
“Well, to be honest, Julie, I haven't got that far with Jet. The penetration alone was quite breathtaking, though. The guy is good, and to be honest, I can't get enough of him.”
“You're kidding me? Well, don't start bragging or anything.”
“No, I'm being honest here. But I am very eager to get the opportunity to give him one.”
“Oh my God, are you in love with this guy?”
“Oh, quiet. We don't need to get into that here. You don't want me to get stoned by all his adoring fans, do you? Besides, it’s a little early for love, don't you think? I was just nominated to be his girlfriend like a week ago.”
“Hey, I've heard of love at first sight, haven't you?”
I cackled. “Well, as you well know, that certainly wasn't the case. We almost killed each other for the first few weeks, and poor Jet, every time I think of the first time we met, I'm surprised the guy didn't curl up into the fetal position after that.”
Julie was laughing pretty hard at that point. “Yeah, you were a real prize that night for sure. Drunk and bitter at the bar and you wouldn't even look at the poor guy.”
“Yeah, and then he asked me to dance. As if I even know how. What a spectacle that would have been.”
“Yeah, dancing isn't exactly your strong suit.”
We were dying laughing in our seats, and I think we were even starting to draw a crowd.
“Here's the moment you all have been waiting for! Come on out, Jetttt!!”
“Oh, Julie, he's coming out.”
The crowd, as usual, were losing their minds screaming at him as he came down the aisle toward the cage. My hard was beating hard in my chest as I watched him come down with his team in tow. He looked so sexy, I thought I would lose my mind. Katie wasn't far behind him as she brought up the rear of his cornering team. The crowd was calling out his name in a fury, and it was obvious that he had some very loyal fans. Jet rushed into the cage and circled it, awaiting his opponent’s arrival. I admired him as he circled the cage, and I could tell he was searching for me in the crowd. When our eyes met, he grinned devilishly. He was a little cockier when he was fighting, and I liked seeing that side of him. Actually, I liked seeing all sides of Jet. I was definitely a lucky girl.
Julie gasped as the other fighter came out and headed down the aisle toward Jet.
“He's so hot!”
“Hey, whose side are you on?”
Julie laughed. “Oh, sorry. He is hot, though. Like, ‘I would throw my own mother off a train just to go out for dinner with him hot’.”
We bent over in fits of laughter again, and I hoped our behavior wouldn't get us kicked out. We weren't even drunk or anything.
“I love you. Julie, you are so funny.”
“Thanks, girl. But if Jet beats him up, I'm taking him home to give him a pity fuck.”
I laughed loudly as the crowd continued to go wild around us. It was a blessing it was so loud in the arena because if people were to hear our conversation, they would probably think we were nuts.
Curtis joined Jet in the cage, and the two fighters positioned themselves in their respective corners and waited for the bell.
With the ring of the bell, Curtis charged at Jet. The movement was so abrupt that it took me aback. I almost fainted when I saw Jet's head fly to the side from the impact of Curtis's punch.
I saw the blood from his eye and my stomach dropped. “Oh, God.”
“It's not a big deal, Natalie. It's not like he's never been punched before. Try to breathe,” Julie said with a giggle.
All I could hear were the sounds of bone cracking against flesh, and it turned my stomach every time. God, why had I agreed to come and watch this? Curtis pummelled Jet with three blows all at once, and all to his face.
I couldn't bear to watch, but Julie shook my shoulder until I looked back at the cage. Thankfully, Jet recovered quickly from his attack and came up with a front kick as Curtis was coming back into him. After that, he followed it with an uppercut and a left hook. Curtis took both hits and stumbled backwards.
Curtis swung again, but Jet blocked it, and they exchanged jabs for a few minutes before the bell rang and they returned to their corners. Jet's coach was applying something to Jet's wounds, and then gave him a drink of water, all the while yelling at him. This fight was just as important to Coach as it was to Jet. He had been training with Jet for so long that it was important to him that Jet be successful. I wished I were up in the corner with all of them, hearing the advice they had for Jet, and cheering him on for the next round. I felt a pang of jealousy when I saw Katie lean in and whisper intensely into Jet's ear. She tapped his shoulder and went back to the corner with the other teammates. I wondered what she had said to him. What words of encouragement had she given him, and would her words be what caused him to win that round? Did she have that kind of effect on Jet? I shook my head and decided to let it go. That was, until Julie opened her big mouth.
“I can't believe that Katie girl is in his corner. That girl has some balls, I'm telling you. Do you think she used to be a guy?”
“Not with that body I don't. Julie she has the kind of body that makes guys want to commit sin.”
Julie started laughing. “Yeah, no doubt. She's probably been ridden pretty hard by the teammates, so don't feel so bad.”
I laughed. “Ugh, stop it, Julie. I was literally just trying to get her out of my head, and you start in like that? Are you crazy?”
“A little.”
“Do you really think she has slept with a bunch of them?”
“Who knows? It's always hard with girls like that. They are really aggressive so she could be skanky or maybe even a lesbian. Maybe she's just sick of men in general.”
“No, she's definitely not a lesbian or else she would be after me and not Jet.”
“Don't worry about her, Natalie, if Jet wanted her he could have had her, but he picked you instead.”
I smiled as I looked back up at Jet. He was nodding his head, looking angrier than ever. The bell went off and they went at each other with kicks flying and punches slamming. It was so brutal that the smile that had been on my face was wiped completely off again. Jet feinted to the side, and Curtis punched, but missed Jet by a landslide, but it left an opening for Jet to slam a right cross right to the side of Curtis's head. When Curtis recovered, it was the perfect opportunity for Jet to come in with an uppercut to the face that connected so hard to Curtis's jaw, he staggered backwards. It took him a moment to recover his footing, but then he was back at it. He swung out his arm, but Jet ducked and came back with a punch to the ribs, gut, and face, all landing perfectly. Jet pulled back again and waited to see what Curtis was going to do next.
Curtis came in and threw another punch, aiming for Jet's face, but Jet blocked the punch, returning with one of his own. He slammed his fist right into Curtis's face, dropping him to his knees. When Curtis got back up he started in toward Jet. when suddenly Jet spun with a high kick and connected with Curtis's head, dropping him again.
Jet was bleeding and although he was doing well, every now and then he allowed Curtis to get a couple of body shots in. He was doing this to get Curtis close, because when Curtis got a shot in, Jet threw in a few of his own, because he was ready for whatever was coming his way. I hated when Jet got injured; I loathed it, in fact, even though it was his job. It was part of all the choices he had made for his own life. I would never suggest that he quit, but I also felt gutted every time he took a hit. I just wanted to run up there, kiss him, and make him feel better. I looked over at his parents, and although his dad was stone-faced, his mother looked exactly the way that I felt.
Curtis stood up and hit Jet in the face, causing his head to swing even though his body stayed firmly planted on the cage floor. Jet swung back and hit Curtis even harder. They got into a clinch, and then shoved off from one another. I knew Jet hated going to the ground and would avoid it at all costs. Jet charged at Curtis, looking like a madman with blood pouring from his head, and he hit Curtis with a series of pow, pow, pow punches. I smiled as pride for Jet washed over me instantly. He truly was in his glory up there and he was one hell of a talented fighter, I hoped his father could recognize that while he sat and watched his son do what he loved.
Curtis started to back off as Jet hit him against the cage. Jet kept him there, throwing some hard knees into his body. Jet was hitting him hard, but Curtis wasn't going down easily.
I realized I had been holding my breath the entire time, and I expelled the air from my lungs. I looked over at Julie, alarmed, and she took my hand in hers and squeezed it.
Jet was a spectacular fighter and watching him move in rhythm was part of the reason I was so crazy about him. This was surely his calling, and I couldn't imagine Jet doing anything else with his life. Hopefully his dad could see that as well, and would lay off of him. Jet used pure gut instinct and smarts when he fought. He plotted his rounds and flew through them. living in the moment.
He was just so focused as he pummelled Curtis, hitting him mercilessly, crushing him in a pool of his own blood. It was shocking just how much blood ended up on the cage floor, and nobody blinked an eye. It was just okay for two men to just destroy each other until the bell rang in a round.
Jet grinned as he looked down at his opponent, who wasn't about to get back up for more. He looked around at the crowd and there was blood dripping from his eyebrow down to his nose. My heart was beating furiously in my chest, and I feared that I would throw up. How embarrassing would that have been for Jet to have a girlfriend who couldn't watch him fight? His corner was going nuts, and the fight was called.
The endorphins were going through Jet's body at that moment, and that would prevent him from feeling any pain. He's proud, I can tell, and driven to push the limits of every fight. I was spent just from watching him and unsure of what was going through my man's mind at that moment. He was strong, handsome, and in control of his destiny. I turned to look around at the crowd screaming for their king of the ring, who just won yet another fight. He had just won the nationals, and he was sitting pretty right on top.
“The winner of the nationals for tonight's fight is Jet! Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner!”
The crowd went wild, and Jet's team rushed into the cage to congratulate him. I tried to ignore the fact that Katie wrapped her arms around Jet in a tight hug.
I turned to Julie, who was grinning, and she hugged me hard. “Congratulations, girl, your man is on top.”
“Yes! I guess that means you are grabbing the loser for that pity fuck.”
Julie laughed. “You got it!”
I looked back in time to see Jet leaving the cage and heading back to the locker room. When he caught my eye, he grinned and winked at me.
There was no after party after the fight that time, even though Jet could probably have used the booze. His body looked a wreck, and it always amazed me how these fighters were willing to do those things to their bodies for the sake of being a fighter. He was in a lot of pain from the fight, and there was bruising popping up everywhere. I wanted to touch the bruises, put my mouth against them and make him feel better. I did not like the look of his bruised and battered body. His opponent definitely looked far worse than he did, however; no one ever seemed to get out of a fight unscathed.
I watched silently from backstage in the locker room as his family went up to him and congratulated him on his fight. I didn't think that it was my place to stand over there with him when he was having time with his family. I didn't want to interrupt, especially with his father there. Everyone was gushing and his mother was fawning all over him about his injuries. Moms were like that; she could still be beaming with pride over her son but the thought of him being hurt in any way probably broke her heart. I giggled as I watched everyone hugging him. Despite their problems, it was obvious they all loved each other. His father patted him on the back, and although he remained straight-faced, he didn't say one bad thing about the experience, and I could see that Jet was beaming with pride. He must have loved that his father made the effort to come.
I headed over and kissed Jet on the cheek, saying hello to his family. They were thrilled that Jet and I were finally together. I knew his dad had been less than impressed with me coming to dinner that one night as just a friend, even though it really should have been obvious to everyone that night that Jet and I were never just friends. When they left, I began trying to massage the soreness out of Jet's body. I kneaded his skin roughly as he groaned with my effort. I pushed my knuckles deep into his muscles, trying to relieve some of the tension that had built up in his body. I could feel knots all over his body, and I almost wished my mother were there to take care of him. She would do a far better job than I could. She was a truly talented massage therapist; she understood the body and she had a gift for creating healing where no one else could. For her it was definitely a calling. I wish I had developed that same talent in order to help my boyfriend more.
“Maybe you should go see my mother tomorrow; she will fix the knots far better than I can. She really is the best in town, and to be honest, you need all the help you can get.”
He laughed. “No, your hands are what I need.”
I smiled. Standing behind him, I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard him say. He talked to me in a way that made me feel like a queen, that no girl would ever take my place.
“Oh, is that right?”
“You have no idea. Your hands make me feel amazing in more than one way.”
I blushed as I watched Julie approach. I knew the ways in which he was talking about, and I enjoyed those ways just as much as he did.
“Congrats there, Jet, on the fight. You put on a pretty good show. How are you feeling?”
“Thanks, Julie. I feel pretty roughed up, but that's all part of it. At least I won.”
“Yeah, well, thanks for inviting me. By the way, how well do you know your opponent?”
We all laughed together. She laughed about taking him home for some pity sex, and Jet said the guy would probably be in too much pain to participate. I loved Julie, and couldn't wait for her to find a man. He would be one lucky guy, that was for sure.
“Okay, I'm heading back to the apartment, are you sticking around here for a while?”
I nodded. I wasn't sure what Jet was up to, but I would tag along with whatever he was doing.
We waved as she disappeared from the locker area.
“Julie is a pretty cool girl; I like her.”
I smiled. “Yeah, she's the best. She makes me laugh so hard. I really think she was serious about the pity sex.”
He laughed.
“So how come you didn't want to go out and party with everyone? You could probably use a stiff drink right now.”
“’Cause I feel like a disaster and I can't think of anything that I would rather do than hang out alone with you tonight. Besides, you can do more benefit to my body than any painkiller could.”
I giggled. I loved the way that he talked to me, but what I loved more was the effect that I seemed to have over him. My body, my hands, and my words--he seemed to live off of them all, and it made dating him that much more exciting.
“So what do you want to do tonight, then?” I continued massaging his muscles in the hopes that I would relieve some of the pain in his body. There was no doubt about it; he would be one sore boy tomorrow. It would be hot baths and Thai balm rubdowns for a few days. But it was very important for his body to heal properly to avoid injuries. If he pushed himself at all right now, he could cause an injury that he originally didn't have, and that would be a mistake for him.
“I think I want to hit the school hot tubs for a bit; the heat should relax my body significantly. Why don't we grab a couple of beers from the cooler and head over there together?”
“Jet, I don't have a bathing suit here,” I whispered. I blushed immediately at the thought of going in there with him without a suit. I had never done anything like that before, and it embarrassed me. I wasn't a sexy girl, so the idea that I would strip down before him sounded deeply erotic.
“Baby, you don't need a suit. No one will be there, and I'd like to see you naked and wet.”
I could not seem to stop blushing around him. Yup, I knew that had been exactly what he was thinking.
“Come on, Natalie, live a little. I am sore as hell, and the tubs could really help out a lot. Not to mention I want you there with me. Let's get some beers and go.”
He went in one of his teammate’s coolers, grabbed four beers, and put them in his gym bag. I laughed as I watched him do it. The guys always swapped and shared their beers, so Jet knew that the guys wouldn't care. They would probably offer him the whole cooler for his pain and suffering. He grabbed some towels out of the locker room cupboards, picked up his gym bag, and slung it over his shoulder. We left the locker room, and as we made our way to the hot tub room, he received tons of praise from people who stopped him along the way. There were still a lot of people just milling around the arena after the fight. Even after the lights went down, there was still excitement in the air and buzz about the fight all around us.
We got to the hot tub room and true to his word, there was no one else in the room. He locked the door behind us to make sure that we would be uninterrupted. He put his bags down and dug around for two of the beers he brought. He cracked them open and handed me one. The room was hot and steamy around us, and the chill of the beer was refreshing as I took a drink. As I took a long pull on the beer, goosebumps broke out all over my arms. He put his hands on my arms and rubbed up and down in an attempt to warm me up, not that I needed warming, given the temperature of the room. It felt nice, though, having his hands on me. He felt good no matter what he did to me.
“The beer is good, isn't it, Natalie?”
“Yeah, it's so cold; especially in here, it seems colder.” I took another sip, enjoying the bitter taste that ran chills up and down my spine. Or maybe it was Jet causing that sensation in me.
“Are you ready to go in, or are you still shy?”
I laugh. “Well, you first.”
He shrugged and set his beer down. The guy was definitely not shy, and had no issue with dropping his drawers, so to speak. He only had on fighter shorts and a T-shirt to begin with, but he stripped those items off so quickly it was as if he never had them on. His body was absolutely beautiful. He always looked fantastic naked. He was just one of those guys who should be naked all the time. He was the kind of guy you always saw in those calendars that you were sure just had to be Photoshopped because the sculpting was done to perfection. He was fit in a way that made me want to just touch his muscles. To grab them and squeeze them, to find out if I could bring any pain to something so hard. His abs were sculpted in the perfect six-pack and his arms were my favorite part. He was strong and looked so strong. I could never quite stop myself from looking at his cock. It was arousing to me, and just the sight of it could send my heart beating in a crazy way. He was a beautiful man, and his cock was no different; it just completed an already perfect package. And the pleasure it had brought to my body was something I could write a book about. Maybe that was why I grew warm at the sight of his cock. All the memories of all the pleasure it had brought me. My eyes went back up to his, to see that he had been watching me looking at his cock, and he had a smile on his face. I blushed again, knowing he could probably read my thoughts at that moment and he had liked them.
“If you keep looking at me like that, Natalie, you're going to make me hard, and then you will be in trouble.”
I grinned. I wasn't sure what it was with Jet, but no other guy I had ever dated had talked to me in that sexy, arousing way. I wasn't sure why; I would never have been opposed to it. But guys had never talked dirty to me ever, and I wondered why. Was I just not the kind of girl that guys looked at and wanted to say dirty things to? Maybe guys never saw me as a sex symbol, not in the sense that I could possibly have any power over any of them. I liked the fact that one look from me could harden up Jet's cock. I liked that idea a lot. And he aroused me just as much by the things he said to me. Things that no other guy had ever dared say to me.
“Is that really all it would take?” I whispered.
“You would be surprised how little it would take. You're smokin' hot, Natalie. Getting the chance to sleep with you is enough to make any guy happy. You should know that. Most guys would kill to sleep with someone like you.”
“You really think I'm hot? God, I've never thought of myself like that. Certainly I'm attractive, but hot?”
“Ahh, yup. No doubt about it, Natalie, you are a very pretty girl.”
I smiled and went to him, kissing his mouth softly. I continued to kiss him, because his mouth was hot and wet and tasted wonderful. I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face. He, too, had a power over me, and I was perfectly comfortable with him having it.
“Now strip, beautiful. This is the moment I have been waiting for all night.” He got up into the hot tub and slid himself into it. The steam was rising up around him and he turned to watch me. He had a look of anticipation on his face that made my heart skip a beat. I slipped off my sweater and fumbled behind me with the clasp of my bra. I was worried that I would not be able to get the bra undone, I was so nervous. I released my breasts from it and tossed the bra on the floor. He smiled as he looked at my breasts, and his gaze became more heated. I undid the button on my jeans and zipped them down. I slipped out of my jeans and stood there before him in a pair of hot pink lace panties. I had been shopping recently, and had decided I wanted to buy a few more scandalizing pieces for Jet to discover. I put both of my thumbs in the sides of my panties and slid them down. I had just gotten a Brazilian wax that day, so my pussy was fresh and soft for him. I could tell he was surprised, but very pleased, with the waxing that had been done to my pussy.
“Wow, you look incredible. How am I not supposed to be constantly hard around you? Just take one look at you. You drive me crazy, Natalie. What am I going to do with you?”
I smiled as I passed him both beers, and climbed into the hot tub with him. The water was hot, a little too hot for me, and I looked at the controls and decided it could stand being a few degrees cooler. After I adjusted the temperature, I slid all the way in, and made my way over to Jet. I sat down beside him and took a drink of my beer. It was warming up quickly due to the temperature in the room, but it was still chilly enough to be delicious, and I guzzled down half of it. Jet leaned back into the water and groaned, allowing the heat to ease away the pain he had in his muscles. It was a great idea for him to have been there. The hot tub would provide far more relief than any bathtub would. The heat was more intense, and it would soften up the tension in his body. Jet opened his eyes and put his beer to his lips as he downed the rest of it. “I'll grab the other beers.” He rose up out of the water to do so, his hard, sculpted ass before me as he moved toward the edge of the tub. I leaned toward his ass and bit one of his cheeks softly before leaning back in my seat. I was so shocked that I had done it; usually I wasn't that brazen in the bedroom, but I had just had the urge and decided to follow my instincts. And it sure paid off to do so. He turned around with shock written all over his face, and I started laughing.
“I can't believe you just bit me, and on the ass, no less.”
“You loved it.”
He grinned from ear to ear. “You bet your ass I did, but when I return you're really going to get it.”
I winked at him and he hurried out of the tub and went to the gym bags. When he got the beers, he cracked them and returned to the heat of the tub, handing me one as he sat down. I was happy to see that they were still quite cold despite the heat in the room. I drank up the rest of the first beer and set the bottle in one of the cup holders near the tubs. I wasn't sure if the university condoned drinking while in the hot tub, but they sure had the cup holders for it. Everything in that school was of the highest quality, and the whole room of hot tubs were spared no expense. I took a sip of my new beer as Jet turned toward me with a heated look on his face. His hand found me first as he grabbed hold of my ass and squeezed it. I moved toward him, and our mouths found each other naturally, as if we were meant to find one another. The heat between us at that moment was just about as hot as the steam coming from the hot tub. Our tongues mingled together as Jet slid a finger inside me. I gasped as his fingers pumped inside me repeatedly. It felt so good that I started to feel a little dizzy.
“Does that feel good, Natalie?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
His tongue went back in my mouth and I sucked on it. I couldn't wait anymore, and foreplay wasn't a big concern of mine right now. I straddled Jet, feeling his fingers come out of me. I replaced those fingers with his cock as I rode him slowly. I moaned as I arched my back, pushing his cock deeper inside of me. He leaned his head back as I rode into him, grinding his cock into me. I bounced on his cock faster as he moaned my name over and over again. I liked facing him and being so close that I could see the pleasure washing instantly over his face. I rode into him with my mouth on his neck. I kissed him and bit into his flesh, while I continued the rocking I was doing on his cock.
“Oh Natalie, you ride me good. You feel so good. I can't get enough of you.”
I continued to ride him, and watched as he took pleasure from my pussy. He impaled me, and I had never felt better. I needed him inside me; he completed me in a way I had not experienced before, and I physically needed to have him pleasure my body. He was the perfect size and he fit me like a glove. He was hitting my G-spot perfectly, and I cried out with every thrust into him. As I ground up against him, I could feel my orgasm building. And just when I thought I was going to lose control, he took hold of my hips, and thrust me into him harder and faster. I cried out with excitement. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, and I screamed out as an intense orgasm gripped my body and didn't let it go.
“Jet, can you please fuck me from behind. I really liked it last time,” I moaned out the words as I continued to ride his cock.
He smiled, pleased with my request. “Natalie, you can have anything you want, whenever you want it.”
We changed positions, and I leaned my elbows against the edge of the tub as he came up behind me. When he pushed his cock inside me I thought I would lose my mind. It was insanely deep, and every time he thrust into me I lost myself. It was a wonderful feeling to lose yourself but at the same time to feel completely found. I moaned, feeling very wanton with him inside me. He pushed in harder and faster, until I was screaming out his name. I could barely stand so much pleasure, and when another orgasm ripped through me, he followed suit and filled me up with his cum. I leaned against the tub exhausted but very satisfied. Having him inside me felt incredible and I always hated when he pulled out of me. I moved toward him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss.
“That was incredible, Jet, thank you.”
“No, thank you. My God, that was so hot.”
I leaned back in the tub and picked up my beer, taking a long, refreshing pull on it. I closed my eyes and couldn't remember the last time I had felt so good. I knew it was all thanks to my handsome, MMA fighter boyfriend.