You didn't really think I was done with Todd and Kelly, did you?
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Kelly had beaten me to the proposal. The little minx. Rather an indisputable confirmation that we were on the same page, emotionally.
No surprise that I had fallen hard for Kelly. Part Alice Goodwin, part Abigail Ratchford, with only her surprisingly sexy glasses to disguise the resemblance... any man would love to be with her. Somehow, though, she had fallen for me, too, and was as eager as I was to make our relationship official.
However, even with the decision and proposal made, we didn't need to rush into things. I wanted this to be special for her, but she was being practical.
She didn't want a storybook wedding, with a huge price tag. Special, but not extravagant, became the plan. We both agreed we would know it when we saw it.
In the meantime, with a nice engagement ring on her finger, Kelly kept going to school. Lynn was getting the best of care from Grandma during the day, and spent most evenings glued to Kelly's hip. The only exceptions were the nights of Kelly's jiu jitsu classes, which became my time with my little girl.
Kelly was working her way through the stripes on her blue belt, and hoped to be earning a promotion to purple within months. I must admit, I was surprised at how quickly she was progressing. Pleased, and proud, but still surprised.
I didn't worry about her safety nearly as much as I had. Heaven help the guy who crossed the line with her now, as she had the skills to induce a lifelong limp easily.
There were side benefits to her training, as well. Her confidence was unmistakable, and confidence was something I found very sexy. Physically, the activity perfected her form. Don't get me wrong... I loved her exactly the way she had been, and her body had never been soft in any negative way. Now, though, she had an athlete's muscularity. She was firm, and stronger than ever, but still soft enough to be feminine. Yes, I'm talking about her breasts, which were still as big and proud as they had always been. She'd always been a head turner in a bikini. Now, she was spectacular. Maybe I owed that asshole Brad a small thank you, for the benefits that I was now reaping.
One of those benefits was my new hobby as practice dummy. There's a lot of close contact in jiu jitsu, and I do mean
close
. Letting her practice new techniques on me... gently... was a great excuse to have her incredible, sexy body pressed against me for prolonged periods.
I especially liked working on her guard and mount positions, but nearly everything we worked on involved her ample chest squashed against me somewhere on my body. I could understand why she was such a popular sparring partner at her classes.
I admit to feeling a little jealous initially. There were only two women in Kelly's class, and the other one hadn't progressed as fast, so Kelly quickly outgrew her as a partner. That left her with only guys to try more advanced techniques on, and there was a lineup of eager volunteers hoping to be next. I didn't like the idea of so many men getting to experience Kelly's body quite this easily, but she told me not to worry, and invited me to watch her spar one evening. She said she had a way of dealing with overly friendly partners.
I watched her that night, and left with a new confidence in our relationship.
Kelly stood on the mat, facing her partner, then took a position on her back. My immediate reaction was not happy, as the guy, who I was later learned was named Kevin, knelt between her legs. I know it was just practice, but I couldn't help thinking this might have been that asshole quarterback, had Kelly's friends not been in attendance.
So, Kevin was in Kelly's guard, as she crossed her ankles behind him. I knew what he was seeing and feeling, as I had been in this position hundreds of times. Actually, I was in this position this morning, and it was wonderful. The main difference, besides the crowd of onlookers, and clothing they both wore, was that I was there because she
wanted
me to fuck her.
When Kelly had outgrown her female classmate as a sparring partner, we had talked about the inevitability of contact when practising the techniques. Jiu jitsu is a close quarters fighting system. There is no stand off fighting. Her body was both the target, and the weapon. She knew that, and had no illusions that she could be a practitioner without getting touched, especially with her endowment. Those big tits were bound to get groped inadvertently, and she was fine with that. It was the intentional fondling that raised her ire, and she could tell the difference.
So when Kevin took the start position for this exercise, he had to grab her lapels, which put the sides of his hands right on her breasts. I couldn't hear their conversation, but it appeared he was apologizing for having to touch her there, and she was easing his concerns.
So, as I understand it, the idea was for her to gain control of his hands, break his grip on her gi, twist her body to get her foot on his hip, and push off. Once she had him stretched out, and off balance, she could go on the offensive in several ways.
It was a classic contest of brawn against guile, with flexibility thrown in. I knew Kelly was very flexible, and our bedroom was her playground. There were few positions she couldn't get into, and we had tried them all. Yes, I was a very lucky man.
The instructor called out the cadence for the drill, and the entire class moved through the steps of the technique in unison. I was watching one particular pair, of course. Rather, I was watching Kevin's hands on Kelly's pair. It did appear he was trying to keep the contact to a minimum, but this was a repetitive exercise, so they reset to the starting position several times, speeding up the steps with each cycle.
I could see it in her eyes... the point at which she felt she was being felt up with a little too much enjoyment on his part. As they repeated the routine over and over, his hands repeatedly brushed over her breasts, and I could see her warning him to watch it, or face the consequences. Apparently, he didn't heed her words.
When they did the exercise the final time, at full speed, she added her retribution. When she had him extended, and off balance, she switched her grip to one arm, his left, and planted her right foot, rolling them over. She quickly spun around, and isolated his arm between her legs, locking in an arm bar. His hand was trapped in her cleavage by her grip.
She leaned back, applying a mildly painful punishment for crossing the line. She could just as easily break his arm. He tapped her thigh, indicating his surrender, and she relaxed her hold, but didn't release it.
"I don't hear an apology," she snarled, adding pressure again.
"Ow! Jesus! Alright, I'm sorry!" he cried out, madly tapping her leg. The instructor arrived on the scene about then, as Kelly released him.
"Do we have a problem?" he asked, as Kelly stood up, adjusting her gi so that her hot pink sports bra was no longer visible.
"No, Master," she said firmly. Kevin was rolling in pain, holding his elbow. He gained his feet again, easily towering over Kelly. She glared at him.
"No, Master," Kevin relented, flexing his arm, and walking away.
