Sex Fighting League Ch 11

I stared down at the top of her head as I shoved her face between my legs while she licked me. I let her pull back to take a breath when she needed to, but otherwise, her face was pushed between my legs. Her tongue actually felt quite long and she was having sex with me with it. She was physically sliding her tongue in and out of me and it was feeling nice. I did wish she had been crossed with a giraffe though in that department. She was switching between licking my pussy and then gently licking and sucking my clit. Even to this day, there has been no sex toy that can simulate the feeling of a real person going down on you. At least not in the price range of normal people anyway. She was good, so good and I was going to cum.

We were both naked and she looked stunning. Her more mature frame defied age and I appreciated how much effort that took on her behalf. She had at least 15 years on me, possibly 20 or more. I didn't actually know how old she was. She continued to have sex with me using her tongue. Her fingers were stroking and playing with my clit while she did so and I could feel orgasm rising up inside my stomach. She could feel it as well and she grinned up at me as she pushed me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

"I am gonna cum," I whispered softly. I wrapped my legs around her and pulled my feet against her back as I forced her face between my legs with my hands. I hated it when people did that to me, but whatever, I earned this. I was going to take full advantage of it, and her.

I heard a buzzer go off somewhere next to me and I slapped at it which shut it off. "That is incredible," I mumbled as I humped at her face.

She looked up at me and I saw her smile. The buzz was back again and I slapped at it again, only this time I must have missed it. "Time to get up Sophie," Rachel said as she stopped licking me out.

"Nooo," I groaned as I realised it was a dream and it immediately started to fade. "No no no," I pleaded as my dream world faded back into reality.

I looked down again and Rachel was gone. It was just my prone body underneath the sheets. "Fuck off," I spat as I took my frustration out on the alarm that was still ringing next to me.

I rolled onto my side and curled up. I was only wearing panties and they were soaked. I felt the wetness of the material as my position changed and I grinned to myself. I considered finishing myself off, but I decided not to. I really needed to get Rachel out of my head though. This could not be healthy.

The annoying thing was that my alarm wasn't for anything important. I had been tired after training and so had opted for a nap when I had got home. I had told the AI to wake me so it would not affect my nighttime sleep and by pure chance that had been the worst timing ever. I lay on my bed curled up for a few minutes while I woke up and turned the next alarm off a fraction of a second after it started. "Yeah, awake, cancel alarm," I said as I kicked the sheets off.

The cool air reacted with my nipples and it also felt very cold where it interacted with my soaked panties. Just how wet was I? I was wet enough to question if it was genuine sexual excitement or if I had pissed myself. It was just my panties though, the sheets were dry. How horny was I if that had even been a question? I really needed to get Rachel out of my head. I stood up and stretched the ache out of my limbs. My shoulders had tightened up and my back felt a bit tight as well. I was still in wrestling training and I was still regularly getting my ass kicked by drones.

"Check my back?" I said to the AI.

A few seconds later, there was an automated reply: "It seems okay. Do you want a medical appointment?"

"No." The AI checks are fairly good anyway and as I had requested the AI check that would be reported to the medical team. If anything was wrong I would be called in anyway. My back just felt a little tight.

I slid the panties off and kicked them to the side of the room. I grabbed a clean pair, wrapped myself in my towel and headed to the bathroom. I showered and dried off. I had no plans for this evening so I just dropped a thigh-length t-shirt on as well as the panties. I made myself some food and settled onto the sofa. I found myself dozing again.

"Hard day?" Abi asked which startled me awake again.

"Oh, yeah," I said, "Knackered."

"Me too," she said with a warm smile. I have never had a relationship break up and be so amicable. I have pretended that previous splits had been mutual, but never had that been the case. Not really. We were the same though as we had been when we had been in a relationship. Just without the sex.

She disappeared for a while, via the shower and then her room again. She came back out wearing panties and a vest. "What is on?" she asked as she sat down next to me.

"Fuck all," I said as I handed her the remote.

"Cool, let's watch a shit film," she said as she took the remote and started to look.

"No one else about?" I asked.

"No, Jenny and Dave are on a home visit. Martin is on media duties until late," she said, "And Darren is home as well I think?"

"Yeah, he is," I said nodding my head.

"Giving your pussy a rest?" she said with a grin.

"Yep," I grinned back.

"I have no idea how he doesn't split you in half," she observed. She said it out loud, but it was not a question, it was just a musing.

"Not for the sake of trying," I mumbled.

She laughed and selected a film. It was actually quite good. Brain off and watch it sort of film. Girl meets guy, the guy had to move away for his work. The girl misses him. Thinks he has a new life. They meet up again and fall in love again. Happily ever after. You know the films. The straight-to-streaming ones. It was one of the better ones, it wasn't going to win any awards, but it killed an evening quite well.

We had started off sitting next to each other, but during the evening she swung her legs up onto the sofa and pushed them behind me. I twisted around and we ended up in a tangle of legs. I have no idea who was laying on who, but it was a good job we were both so petite and friendly as there was zero personal space. I knew that I was falling asleep again, but when I checked, she was as well. I could have gone to bed, but I liked this. I liked human contact. It was all the more better when it was Abi. I missed her. I didn't miss us as an entity, that was just untenable in this life, but I did genuinely miss her though and these moments.

"Fucking hell," I heard Martin say.

I felt Abi startle awake at the same time I did as we had both fallen asleep. We turned to look at him and smiled at him. "Hey," Abi said sounding very sleepy. "Good evening?"

"All the better for seeing that," he said with a grin.

"Pervert," I mumbled.

"I'd pay to watch," he admitted.

"How much?" Abi asked him and I felt her smile.

He just laughed. He has asked many a time to watch us have sex and it was just not happening. He knew this as much as we did, but the tease was fun. "What are your plans Abs?" he asked. A tone of more than a little bit of hope in his voice.

"Not that," she said. "Tired."

"Shower then bed then," he said as he hung around for a second too long.

"Yeah, night," I said as I twisted to look at him.

"Just making sure I have the image for the wank bank," he grinned back at me.

"Guys are weird," I replied.

He shook his head again as he took in the image of us two lying together in a heap of half-dressed intimacy. I use the term intimacy in a none sexual way. We were not at all having sex or even hinting at it. The closeness and comfort between us though was a pure intimacy that he clearly liked the idea of.

"Night," Abi said and after another second or so he went into his room.

The TV was just showing trailers of various other movies that all looked like they had the same plot. Some seemed to have the same actors in them, but that didn't matter. We weren't really watching it anyway. Abi was gently plaiting my hair, undoing it and then doing it again. I dozed again.

"Why did we split up?" Abi asked which woke me up again.

"Life choices," I replied still half asleep.

"Do you ever regret it?" she asked.

"Don't even ask that," I said as I sat up and looked at her. This was a road I did not want to go down and yet I didn't turn around either.

"Do you?" she asked again.

"I don't regret my life choices," I said, "And those prevent us from being together."

"Yeah, I guess," she said. "I like this," she added wistfully and after a long pause.

"Me too," I replied as I looked into her dark eyes and lost myself in her soul.

She stared back at me for a few seconds. We were moments away from leaning in for a kiss, but I broke eye contact before we went down a rabbit hole that was only going to end up in heartbreak. "I miss you," she said.

I looked at her while I decided if I was going to be honest or not. "I miss you as well," I admitted eventually.

"Life sucks," she said with a resigned tone.

"In another life maybe," I said.

"Yeah," she said. She was positioned slightly behind me and she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a cuddle. It was so nice. Warm and reassuring yet somehow incredibly vulnerable. "I still love you," she said.

"Is it me you love? Or is it what my tongue used to do that you love?" I asked with a smile. This was not a good idea to go down this road.

She returned my smile, but there was a vulnerability in her eyes. "You," she said eventually, "Your tongue is pretty fucking awesome, I will admit that, but no. It is you I love."

I swore in my head as this was just opening up old wounds that took long enough to heal the first time. Maybe she just needed to hear it. Maybe she was just at that hormonal time of the month and the drugs were not quite controlling this one. Or maybe she was regretting our decisions, even though she knew that they were the correct decisions. I twisted myself around so I could look into her eyes directly. "I love you as well," I replied and I felt the wounds open in my heart. "So so much, I love you," I added and I felt the scar tissue rip open.

I knew this was just torture. We knew that this was torture. This was just a dead end. We had been down this road. It was impossible. It was incredible, but it was just not a viable option. She knew this as well. There was a crackle of sexual tension in the air. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to drag her to my room and do ungodly things to her. She will always be that fantasy fuck for the lonely times, but this was the first time in a long time that I would have slept with her again. There would have been regrets in the morning, but even knowing that, if she asked if I wanted to go to bed with her the answer would have been a yes.

"Come on," she said as she bucked her hips to nudge me off the sofa. "Gonna go to bed before I do something stupid."

"Stupid is fun sometimes," I replied.

"It is," she replied, "But it is still stupid."

The last thing we said to each other before going to our separate beds was "Sorry." There was so much to be sorry for. Discussing that topic. Splitting up. Not quitting so we could be together. This life is good and it opens up so many opportunities. It does require some serious sacrifices though and Abi is probably my greatest sacrifice to be here. So far anyway.

I cuddled the sheets like they were her and fell asleep. It was a restless night. I had known everything that she had said, but hearing her say it opened up wounds that had healed. They do say that you never get over your first love. Was she my genuine first love?

"Zoe wants a rematch," Rachel said.

"I am sure she does," I replied. I knew this. The media was full of it. For some reason we were popular and our fight had sparked one of those media storms that refused to die.

"They have reached out with a genuine request," Rachel said.

"Yeah, we don't do rematches," I said. I was still sorting something else at the same time so was not really paying her full attention. Rematches were generally a bad idea. They rarely reached the same level of hype and were usually run at a loss.

"Wanna pay attention," Rachel said. Her tone was sharp, but it was not scalding.

"Sorry. Yeah," I said as I put my phone down. "Rematches are not done?"

"One million reasons," Rachel replied.

"I am sure," I replied.

"Genuinely," Rachel said as she sent me some details through.

The conservative estimate for the appearance fee was one million credits between us. She had offered to waive her cut, and so I would get the full fee. One million credits, less my 75% was an appearance fee of 250,000 credits just for turning up. That was before the winner pot which was estimated to be around the same again. Once you have added in the cuts for gambling and sponsor deals, this was edging towards being enough money to change my life. Forever. I looked at Rachel who was just smiling back at me. "Yeah. I know," she said, "Interested?"

"Are we interested?" I asked.

"It is intriguing," she said. "We have a meeting with them tomorrow. We want you to be present as well. Zoe will be there as well."

"Boxing?" I asked.

"Yeah, boxing," Rachel said, "Which makes the last three months of training less than optimal. It will be a six-month lead time though to your fight. You will be ready."

I was so nervous meeting Zoe and her team. I have no idea why, I guess it was just the unknown. I didn't really know her in any sort of personal way. It was to be a very informal meeting in structure, but decisions would be transferred to contract and they would be legally binding for what was potentially a very rare rematch fight. There was usually just not the interest in two people fighting again. It has been seen and done before. What else can you do? Dirtier sex? There is a line where it switches from general interest viewing and switches into a niche category that causes more hassle than it is worth. There is a market for everything and everything is catered for as long as it is legal. I am part of a very large gym setup that has overheads that would make your eyes water. We are not interested in niche, we need mainstream and that is why as a general rule, a rematch is just not catered for.

Zoe vs Sophie though was generating a lot of media interest. Just the fact that we were meeting to discuss the possibility was enough to tie up several news agencies and a lot of air time as well. "Experts" debated the options and the finer details of decisions that had not even been discussed yet, never mind any decisions made. It was a shotgun approach, fill in the air time with various experts and just the law of averages means that you get some predictions correct. It was crazy. I could turn the TV on at pretty much any stage of the day and it didn't take too much effort to find a report or a segment that was on our rematch.

I had been in so many meetings. I had basically been told to not answer any questions regarding the rematch and to just carry on as normal. Media wanted that scoop, that quote that gives them something and they were fighting, sometimes literally, for exclusive information. It was a circus and it was during this time that I realised why I paid my team 75% of everything. They were undervalued, I have no idea how they kept the organisation and consistent information all in check. During interviews I was fed answers, I was not allowed to go off track, the supplied answers were verbatim, and I was not allowed to paraphrase. You could see the switch in interviews when it changed from just generic Q&A to the specifics of the possible rematch. I heard myself go from natural and likeable to corporate robot. The wording used was not my words and it was obvious.

One of the interviewers tried to trip me up and put me off balance by flat-out asking if I was being fed very curated answers. For a second I was a rabbit in the headlights, until I heard in my ear, "Yes, of course I am. That is a bit of a silly question, isn't it? Can I ask if you have someone feeding you your questions?" The speed of the answers was crazy to me. They were live interviews, the answers that were being fed to me went through a process of conception, review, authorisation and then spoken by me all in less than a minute. I had to keep the conversation chatty while that minute eroded and I got an answer, but I was good at that. I was likeable and chatty naturally, but you could see that switch when I switched from "me" to "corporate answers". No one seemed to mind, it was expected, and Zoe did way worse than me. She stammered and stuttered a few times, she also had to redact some of her answers which is very hard to do on a live interview.

Zoe came into the room and I stood up to meet her. If I had not been told who she was I would not have recognised her. She looked so different when dressed casually. I guess I did as well. She barely looked like her. We had a hug and a quick chat. We had been given an hour to get to know each other. Which was just so unnatural and weird we spent most of the time discussing how weird it was. Looking back I guess it worked though, it did put us at ease with each other. Neither of us actually hated the other one. She had blamed me for her sister quitting, but she accepted that it would have been some other girl if not me. She was just not good enough. Her words, not my own.

The meeting between us was unrecorded, it was 100% private and it was just for us to develop that personal relationship. It was toe-curlingly awkward at times, as two people were told to develop a rapport. The rematch was going to be very different. It was not going to be a grudge match, it was going to be fairly amicable and her team were 100% honest that the previous approach for the fight had massively damaged her image. There were a few barbed snipes by them at her as if she had won, or at least "made a fight of it" it would have been fine. I visibly winced when they said that. I am a fairly professional person but if anyone in my team had suggested I had not put in 100% I think I would be up on assault charges.

We did throw around the idea of having the rematch as wrestling. It had been floated in the media though as it was no secret that I was training for a move to wrestling, but the reception had been lukewarm at best. So it was to be a boxing rematch. Which suited me as I was not at all comfortable with wrestling yet.

The forfeits were brutal. We had to step them up, but they were definitely next level. For the first time in the history of the league, the forfeits were to involve family members. It was also suggested that my brother was involved, but fortunately, he declined the invitation. That was fine, career-wise I didn't need this, but Zoe did, so I could be a little bit more selective on who was involved. Zoe didn't have such luxury though, if she lost this her Dad, sister and Mum would all be involved in some way.

Details were thrashed out and agreed upon throughout a three-day meeting, Yeah, I know, fucking hell, pass me the energy drink. I was not involved much. My team had more data on me than I knew about myself so they answered on my behalf. I was present for the full meeting though and had to pay attention, as I did get asked a few direct questions. Zoe was more involved and she did veto a few of the suggested forfeits.

The meeting was wrapped up and we all shook hands and all that boring stuff. The results of the meeting would be written into the contract, signed off by both teams and then submitted to the Sex Fighting League for their approval. A venue would be sorted and the fight would be on. The minimum lead time would be three months, but my team requested six months as I had been doing wrestling training and needed to sharpen up on boxing.

I gave Zoe a hug and a squeeze. She looked exhausted as I am sure I did as well. That was hard work. "Wanna grab a drink?" I offered.