Round One

Johnny had been on the road for a while travelling to different training facilities. He was looking to fight the best America had to offer, and to maybe pick up some moves he hadn’t seen before. He ended up in a MMA gym outside of St Louis. There were a bunch of the usual types there, guys who washed out of sports so they decided to beat the shit out of each other as a career plan. There were a few that looked like they were maybe worth sparring with, but none worth really fighting. After an hour he had humiliated all of the alpha dogs in the gym. 

He spent the next half hour practicing kicks on the heavy bags. His thunderous strikes scared away any other fighters who thought they could take him on. All the other fighters except for one he hadn’t noticed. “I’ll fight you” said a sake-smooth voice from behind him. Johnny was 6’4 and all muscle. He wasn’t expecting to look into the beautiful big brown eyes of a woman almost as tall as he was. She looked to be Asian and her looks temporarily threw him off. He stared dumbly while she smirked at him. “I, uh, I don’t think you actually want that…”

“Jaya. I’m Jaya and I think I can beat you” she smiled sweetly. She was wearing a traditional karate gi with a black belt, so he couldn’t see her shape. She seemed big and strong though, which only turned him on. “I’m not going to fight her though, that’s just silly” he thought. “I’m not going to fight you,” Johnny said, “that’d be silly. I’m sure you’re a great fighter but you’re a woman and none of these guys could even touch me. Jaya laughed and put her hair into a ponytail, “well we have that in common.” She took up her fighting stance. “I bet I can make you try and hit me.” Johnny wasn’t sure what was going to happen mostly because he couldn’t stop staring at how her hips filled out her gi. 

WHAP! Jaya hit Johnny with a low kick to his left thigh. All of the guys in the gym winced; some of them had obviously experienced that kick before. Johnny did not wince, but he did register that was the hardest kick he had taken today. “Look that was good but…” Whap! Whap! She kicked him two more times and then did a spinning kick to his midsection. “Goddamn” she thought, “his stomach is like a brick wall.” She found herself getting excited since she hadn’t fought a guy who could take her kicks in some time. “\Johnny put up his hands as if surrendering “damn girl you kick like a horse! But I’m still not going to fight you.” Jaya moved in quickly under his guard and gave him three hard punches where she kicked him. She apparently was trying to break a hole through his abs. “Come on feel it you ass, feel it!”

Johnny was starting to feel it, and he was starting to get annoyed. Strong as he was he did not enjoy just getting beat on. “Okay that’s about enough, lady…” She hit him with a palm strike to the face and Johnny decided to act. Before she could withdraw her arm he grabbed her intending to do a Judo style hip toss. He was successful except for the throwing her part. When he realized there was no thump he noticed that he was only holding the jacket of her gi. Jaya had slipped out of it before he could get leverage and now had his whole back to her. She punched him as hard as she could in his left kidney, and then threw the hardest roundhouse kick she had ever mustered. Johnny turned into it and caught her heel right in the teeth. He was momentarily staggered. He was also now angry and decided to take this fight seriously. He was, again, thrown off because he saw that she was only in her sports bra and pants now. Her tits were sweaty and invitingly squeezed together. “Later” Johnny thought. When he decided to fight her he also decided that he had to fuck this woman; there’s no way she could fight like this and be disappointing in bed. He was fast and rushed her before she could recover from the kick. She was off balance with her leg in the air. Johnny caught her and scooped her up over her head. Jaya had never been lifted up so easily and did not like how she expected to land. Johnny spun her over his head and drove her back first into the mat. Jaya felt all the air rush from her body and yelped in pain. Johnny thought he got the force of the slam right, not enough to hurt her but enough to take the fight out of her. 

He walked over to her and offered his hand. She was red and breathing hard; Johnny had to remind himself that he was wearing fighting shorts and getting a hard on right now would be highly indecent. His gesture was not met with equal kindness however as Jaya swept his feet knocking him to the ground. Showing off her own quickness, she scrambled over him, locking her legs around his right arm and pulling back as hard as she could, a classic armbar. It’s not strictly speaking a karate move but at this point Jaya was angry and desperate. “I’ll rip your arm out of your socket motherfucker!” Johnny felt her true strength now as she pulled his right wrist down and used her thighs to pull his shoulder in another direction. She ripped at him like a shark into a surfer. Johnny was in pain but he, again, was trying not to get turned on. He could now feel how thick and powerful her thighs were, and all he could think of was having them wrapped around him in other ways. “Focus stupid” he thought to himself. Johnny braced himself with his legs and free arm and used all his strength to curl his right arm. Jaya, and all in attendance were shocked to see Johnny overpower basically Jaya’s whole body with one arm. He grunted and lifted her whole body off of the mat with one arm, then yelled and slammed her down again.

This time she couldn’t rally, and released the hold. Jaya rolled on her side, gasping and panting. Johnny too was on his back. That really was way more of a fight than he was expecting, and he was genuinely grateful for the workout. But also he wanted to fuck her more than he had any woman. Well, any woman that week. He rolled over to face her. “Have you, have you had enough?” Jaya nodded yes. “Wanna have dinner later tonight?” She nodded again. It was the most she could move at the moment. “I’ll give you my number, but I’m just, I’m just gonna, just gonna lay here for a minute.” Johnny nodded, the exertion he had been though just hitting him “Yeah. Yeah me too.”

***

Johnny arrived at Jaya’s place at 8. He was wearing a tight blue shirt and jeans. He wore his nicest shoes just so that he didn’t look too informal. “She doesn’t seem like a high maintenance girl but I should at least look like I tried a little.” He made sure that he smelled good though, that always goes a long way. He rang the bell and as she opened the door he was hit as hard by her looks as her kicks. She wore a simple black and white blouse that hugged her chest perfectly. She too was wearing jeans, but tight ones that showed her surprisingly big butt and legs that seemed to be at least 7 feet long. He knew he was going to enjoy this. 

Jaya was as fun to talk to as she was to fight. Turns out she had been fighting since she was little and got her black belt at 18. She used to be very self conscious about being bigger than some guys but when she realized that meant that she could take care of herself if any guy tried something on her she found a well of confidence she didn’t know she had. “I was shy in high school, but when I realized I was tall, curvy, strong AND hot, it was pretty much over for the other girls at my college. The guys who weren’t intimidated were all over me, but I really wasn’t interested in most of them. I developed a kind of Red Sonja if you can beat me you could have me kind of mentality.” Jaya kinda looked off while she talked, remembering her college days. Johnny was listening, which was rare for him, but he couldn't stop staring at her legs and how they seemed to go on forever.

“So I beat you, what do I get?” She leaned over to him, “this.” She began to kiss him, slowly and forcefully. She loved how he smelled and tasted. Johnny reciprocated, sucking her tongue between his lips. She thought his lips were big and soft, he thought her tongue was long and skillful. She wasn’t wearing a bra and it showed quickly. They made out like teenagers for a long time, his hands roaming roughly over her breasts but lightly over her nipples, teasing them into hardness. They finally parted lips, gasping. “That was intense” Jaya said. “It gets better” Johnny replied. He unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a hand inside. She was soaked and Johnny was pleased she was into this as much as he was. He was so hard he thought his pants were going to rip. Jaya sensed his predicament and unbuttoned his jeans. Her eyes grew wide and for a brief second she panicked at the size of it. She bit his neck and ran both hands up and down his hardness. His dick was wet at the tip, and she was glad that he was as turned on as she was.

Johnny quickly found her clit and slowly rubbed it in circles. Then he put it between his index and middle finger and rubbed up and down. Jaya gasped and bit his neck even harder. It had been ages since she had been with a guy who understood the concept of foreplay. “Lick me” she gasped into his ear, “please.” Well how could he deny such a polite request? Johnny practically tore Jaya’s jeans and panties off, finally getting to what he’d been obsessed with all day. He pulled her to the edge of the couch and put her legs over his shoulders. He kissed his way up one leg and down the other, teasing her pussy but not kissing it, not yet. He lightly bit and sucked on her meaty thighs, gorging himself like he needed her thighs to live. When he was done and had left light hickeys all over her legs, he plunged into her soaked pussy, sucking up all her juices and wrapping his lips around her clit, much like he had done to her tongue. He sucked it between his lips and lashed it with his tongue. Jaya could hardly breathe it felt so good. She grabbed his head and ground her mound against his face, getting her juices all over him. He didn’t mind of course; in response he slid a finger inside her and did the “come here” motion, finding her g-spot and stroking it while he licked her. This combo attack was like nothing she had experienced, and Jaya came with a shout, locking her thighs together in a vice grip. Johnny was caught as surely as he had been earlier. Her powerful legs cut off his blood flow, and he was concerned that he might black out before she came down. Her grip loosened before darkness overtook him, and he gulped air as she caught her breath. “Sorry” she panted” that was amazing. Fuking amazing.” Johnny sat back on his heels, panting as well. “Yeah. I’m kind of the best.” 

“I’m pretty good too.” Jaya threw off her top and arched her back, letting Johnny really take in how magnificent her tits were, topped by hard pink nipples. He wanted them in his mouth but she had other plans. She pushed him onto his back and got down on top of him. She ran her nails up and down his chest, leaving long scratches. She made sure that her long, silky black hair and her nipples trailed against his chest as well. She teased him with the different sensations of pain and pleasure. She gradually pulled off his jeans and underwear, marvelling at the size of his cock. She wasted no more time though, and started to lick his shaft up and down on all sides, getting it nice and wet. She held it with her right hand and rolled his balls around in her left. They were shaved and smooth, and she wondered what they’d feel like in her mouth. Johnny’s heart skipped a beat as he felt Jaya licking and sucking his balls while still stroking him. She was very good at multitasking.

She then went on to the main course. Jaya took half his length in one fulp. She sloppily sucked half of his 12 inches filling the room with the sounds of her cocksucking. She used both hands to stroke him as she slurped up and down, going deeper with every minute. Johnny sat up on his elbows but all he could see her her inky black hair flying about as her head bobbed up and down with vigor. She kept up that pace for 10 minutes. Johnny was in heaven but he wanted more. He gently touched her face and pulled it to his, kissing her more gently before. She kissed him back, her hair falling around them like a private curtain. “Lay on me” he said. Jaya blushed, suddenly conscious of her weight, “I don’t like being on top…” Johnny stroked her cheek and said “look at me babe, I’m a real man, and you’re a little girl to me. I can take it.” Jaya thought for a second and then layed her full weight on him. Johnny loved the feeling, she was like a weighted blanket with tits. The cuddling was short lived though as Jaya slowly moved up his body and ground her pussy on his cock. She was so wet that it slid in basically on it’s own. Jaya growled like a wolf, feeling full and stretched. She rode him, slowly at first, then faster as passion overtook her.

She soon forgot all her self consciousness and rode him as hard as she fought him. Her hair and breasts jumped up and down as she fucked herself hard. Johnny grabbed her hips to try to get some control but it was useless, Her mind was somewhere else and there was no way he was going to interrupt her. She was now fucking him full force, which felt like heaven but was also quickly bringing him to an orgasm he didn’t want to happen yet. “Jaya, Jaya babe I’m going to cum!” She leaned forward and dug her nails into his chest. “Hold on, please hold on I’m… almost...AAAHHHH!!!” Jaya came hard, locking him in her thighs again and biting him hard on the shoulder. Her pussy clamped down on his dick with such force he didn’t know if he could jizz if he wanted to. After a full minute her whole body relaxed like a switch had been flipped, she reluctantly released her mount and slid down his chest until her face was even with his dick again. Without using her hands she popped his stone hard muscle into her mouth and sucked him slowly and gently. The change in sensations from when she was fucking him brought to the edge quickly. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” Jaya just moaned with him in her mouth, “mmmm hmmmm, mmm hmmm…” The moaning with the sucking pushed him over the edge and he came hard, blowing thick streams of cum into her eager mouth. Jaya swallowed dutifully, not letting a single drop spill. 

Jaya sat on her heels and looked down at Johnny’s half dead form. “I think this means I win.” Johnny tried to focus on her but his vision was blurry from the orgasm. “Oh you just wait until I regain the feeling in my legs, you’re in trouble.” Jaya giggled girlishly and sat on the couch, crossing those endless legs. “Yeah champ, you just let me know when you’re ready.” Johnny rolled on his side and crawled to Jaya’s feet. A part of her she didn’t know existed thrilled at seeing him at her knees before her. He spread her legs, again kissing her things as he pushed them nearly above her head. He just couldn’t believe how soft her skin was in contrast to how right her muscles were. He nearly folded her in half as he aimed his achingly stiff staff at her still soaked hole. He eased himself in for 3 strokes then went all in, hitting bottom. It was Jaya’s turn to search for air, as he felt like he was poking her stomach. He positioned himself right on top of her and started drilling downward, fucking her as hard and fast as she had fucked him. Jaya was dizzy; this wasn’t love making, she had never been Fucked with a capital F like this before. The sound of his hips slapping against her sounded like applause; Johnny had a look of grim determination on his face as he was determined to make this girl finally admit defeat. 

After 10 minutes of folding her he dropped her left leg and sat up. He had her right leg pointing straight in the air and used her leg as leverage to pull himself into her even harder. Jaya considered asking for mercy as the sensations were almost too much to bear until she felt every cell in her body start to boil. A full body tidal wave overtook her and she blacked out from her climax. She woke up a few minutes after, laying in Johnny’s lap. He was running his fingers through her hair and had a very satisfied grin on his face. “You ok buttercup? Thought I lost you for a minute.” She stretched lazily and looked up at him. She noticed his softening cock was near her face. “Did you get off this time?” Johnny shook his head no, “I got worried when you stopped responding'' he chuckled. “It’s ok, I think you got the point.” Jaya turned over towards him and started kissing his meat. “No that’s not fair, I want you to have fun too.” Johnny ran his hand over her hips, enjoying her curves. Her skin was pale but flawless. She was bruised in places but it was nothing she couldn’t handle, he thought. Plus some of it was probably from the fight earlier. “Here, let me up.”

Johnny stood up and took hold of Jaya’s thighs, easily pulling towards a wider part of the couch. She still couldn’t believe how easily he manhandled her and it turned her on more than she had expected. He began to ride her again, but differently than before. He lay down on her, staring her right in the eyes as he slowly slipped inside her. She wrapped her legs around his and sighed as their bodies fit together so comfortably, every part of her touching some part of him. With every thrust he pulled out almost all the way then firmly but deliberately buried himself fully into her. He then put his face into her neck, sucking sweetly while he wrapped his huge strong arms around her. She had never felt so small and safe. This was screwing she thought, and she loved it. They fucked this way for what seemed like hours. Eventually he sped up his pace to what could be called a trot. They both moaned and groaned loudly now, no longer having to announce that they were reaching their respective peaks. “Cum in me Johnny, it's ok, cum in me, please.” Johnny was too far gone to respond this time. He knew that this was going to be a violently strong orgasm. His cock swelled as her vagina contracted, driving them both towards their inevitable apex. Soon Jaya gasped and stopped breathing, Her pussy trembled around Johnny and he again started to blast into her 3, 4, 5 times. Jaya let out a short scream and began to shake and tremble full body this time. She pulled Johnny to her with her arms and legs, hoping that she could share the physical joy she felt with him. Johnny clutched her closer, pushing himself into her as far as he could go. This time it took both of them a good while to come down. 

Johnny rolled off of her, sweaty and exhausted. She rolled over too, to let him spoon her. They both fell asleep immediately. In the morning Johnny was somehow on the floor and Jaya was spread out over the couch. “Sorry” she said, “I’m a violent sleeper.” Johnny sat up, bleary eyed. “It’s ok, I could have slept on a railroad spike as spent as I was last night.” He got up to kiss her and brush some stray hairs out of her face. “So I won the fight, who won the fucking?” Jaya laughed, threw her arms around him and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. “I think we both won right? Let’s call it a draw,” Johnny kissed her back and said “let’s call it round one.”

The Good Student part 3

Two weeks later, I called Jen. I had been calling Christine every other day, but she never returned my calls. I started to get worried when Jen said she hadn’t heard from Christine either; from what Jen had told me, Christine definitely wasn’t the type to do what the three of us had done a few nights ago, and I was afraid that she was experiencing some severe regrets. I wanted to do something to rectify the situation, but I really didn’t know where to start.

That night as I sat in my apartment pondering this very subject, my phone rang, and it was Christine. She had one of those voices that made everything better. Her voice reached down into my soul and extinguished all of the anxiety I had ever had about anything. She had a voice that could sooth a rabid dog, calm a rampaging elephant. I didn’t stand a chance. She didn’t have much to say. "Don’t talk," she began, "if you are serious about wanting to see me again, pick me up tomorrow night at 8. We are going out. If you agree, say yes." I was a bit taken aback by her directness, but as the theme of this month already seemed to be “John Dominated by Asian Girls,” I quickly answered "yes." She said "Good. Dress like an adult. You’re taking me to Nova Terra. If you ever, EVER want to experience what you experienced two weeks ago again, you’re going to have to show me that you can treat me like a lady. I say this because, despite my first impression, that is what I am. Is that clear?" Again, I acquiesced. "I’ll be there at 8." As she hung up on me, I pondered this new turn of events; it seemed she wanted a date, a real romantic date. I spent the next 24 hours planning ways to romance the shit out of her.

***

I showed up at her dorm on Livingston promptly at 8 pm in my big Black Mustang, and opened the door for her. She looked absolutely ravishing in a gold and white dress with matching white heels that appeared to be Monolos and a white Chanel bag. This girl really knew how to dress--a trait that I appreciated. She smiled as I held the door for her, "I see you got my point, thank you sir.” As she went to sit down, she noticed the dozen roses on the passenger seat and picked them up. I closed the door and ran around to my side, thanking God that she looked before plopping her ass down on the big bundle of thorns sitting there. That would have been decidedly un-romantic. I got in and gunned the engine; horsepower impresses everyone, men and women. She fidgeted a little from the vibration, "The flowers are nice, if a little generic. At least they’re fresh." I could tell she wasn’t grading tonight on a curve, I’d have to be on my "A" game if I ever planned to get in her pants again. "So," I started, "what made you decide to give me a chance?" She gazed out the window and said, "I was a little ashamed of what I did with you and Jen; like I said, I really am not that kind of girl. But I have come to the decision that that kind of girl is inside of me somewhere, and you brought her out of me. And I liked it." As she said the last part, she looked at me and smiled a small smile, which made me feel all warm inside, like when you have the first shot of whiskey for the evening. "Who you saw that night was not me, not really. I usually am very picky about who I date, and I decided that you have to win me, earn the chance to be with me on a regular basis. You see what some of the perks are to being with me. I am not usually so forward, but I think the time to be coy has passed. You made the effort to call, so I think you have shown that you may be serious about wanting to see me. I had to know for sure."

As she spoke I was pleased to see she was starting to blush. "Yes, I did want to see you. I wanted to see you that night and the next morning and every minute between then and now." I was gushing, definitely not my usual style; the cool, smooth seducer I usually am, was nowhere to be found. I found myself surprisingly emotionally naked before this woman. Fortunately, we pulled up to Nova Terra before I could embarrass myself further.

The valet opened Christine’s door and gave her a look that sparked a rarely felt emotion in me: jealousy. Sure, people stare at the women I date, they’re all model quality, but I usually don’t care. But that night, for some reason, I felt this powerful urge to not have him staring at my girl. I shot the valet a look that inferred a swift and blindingly painful demise if he even thought about looking at my date that way again. I had a lot of those looks; they come in handy when one is a superhero. He got my meaning immediately, and shuffled off to park my car. I ran over and opened the door for Christine, "Sorry, I just had to take care of something." She looked at me and giggled, “Yeah, I saw that. Try not to murder the bartender if he looks at me funny, OK?"

She was right; I was coming off like a hyper-testosteroned 16 year-old football jock protecting his cheerleader girlfriend. But damn, she looked fine tonight. Christine held my arm as I ordered a table for two, and we went to the bar to wait. I ordered a Malibu Bay Breeze for her (when ordering for women, you can’t go wrong with a Bay Breeze or vodka/cran) and a gin and tonic for myself. "How did you know I like Bay Breezes?" she asked. "I don’t know, lucky guess. So I didn’t mention it yet, but you look absolutely gorgeous." She took a sip of her drink and replied "First of all, thank you, and second of all, if I’m so gorgeous, why haven’t you noticed me before? Two weeks ago wasn’t the first time we had met you know." “That can’t be right,” I thought. I studied her face and searched my memory. Slowly my mind found several images of her from my past : When Jen first caught my eye, Christine was right next to her. And she was also a physical therapist for the football team! I had seen her lots of times at practice, why had I never noticed before?

“Oh my god, you’re one of the team trainers aren’t you?” She nodded and took another sip of her drink. "For the last three years, I’ve even worked on you from time to time, even though you never seemed to get hurt. In fact, I don’t think I even once…" "Oh look, our table is ready," I interrupted. I tried to fake injuries every now and then in order to hide my secret identity, but the physical therapists would definitely be able to know for sure whether I was hurt or not. In any case, I thought it a good idea to cover up a lie with some well-timed but damaging truth. I stalled for time, pulling out her chair for her, and looking over the menus. Eventually I said, "To be honest, I never noticed you; you weren’t my type of girl." I quickly added, "You aren’t a slut, and you have class. Most of my time here, I have been chasing the easy girls, the shallow girls, the ones who I absolutely know that I can sleep with without a problem. But you were not and are not that type of girl. I knew just from glancing at you that you were intelligent, that you had class, and that you carried yourself with a certain amount of respect. I was not used to girls like you, and I had no idea how to even approach a girl… woman such as yourself.”

Her eyes perked up a little and she said with a smile, "So what you’re saying is that I was too good for you?" Relieved that I had lessened the tension, I said "Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. I’ve never been with a respectable woman before, and I had no idea how to even begin to try and romance one." I guess that was an acceptable answer, because Christine visibly relaxed, but then quickly looked me right in the eye and said "Do you know how to romance a respectable woman now?" To be honest, it was a question I had been asking myself since yesterday. Her large brown eyes transfixed me. They were amazingly elegant and alluring, shining with strength and intelligence; I couldn’t bullshit this woman if my life was on the line. I didn’t want her to know that I doubted myself though, so with all of the fake confidence I could muster, I said "That’s for you to decide, now isn’t it? But I think the answer will be yes."

***

Dinner went uneventfully, and we both seemed to enjoy the conversation. Turns out that she isn’t a certified physical therapist yet, but that’s what her eventual goal is. Right now she’s just doing what she can to get experience for when she applies to grad school.

The more we talked, the more beautiful she became. I gave her all of the signs that I was paying attention, being a good listener is very important to women, but all the time I was cursing myself for not noticing her sooner. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized just how wonderful it could be to have an actual real conversation with a girl for the purpose of learning information, and not just to talk her into having sex with me. I was learning that a woman could actually be more than a sex object. Look, I’m a 20 year-old male, don’t judge me--it takes most guys decades to figure out that women are good for more than just sex.

I did all of the gentlemanly things: I ordered for her, I didn’t eat like a huge ravenous monster, I put my napkin in my lap, kept my elbows off of the table, in short, I tried to show her that I wasn’t raised by wild pigs. It seemed to impress her, because I am certain that she noticed. I don’t think that I used the right fork for my salad, but I don’t think she was grading that closely… I hope.
When we were finished eating, they cleared a space for dancing and started to play some salsa. "Oh," I said, "do you like to dance?" Without waiting for an answer, I dragged her to the dance floor." “But Johnny, I don’t know how to salsa, I’m really not that great a dancer." "It’s OK babe," I said, "just follow my lead."
I took her by the waist and pulled her close to me. I guided Christine across the floor effortlessly; she wasn’t as bad as she said she was. Either that, or she was an incredibly fast learner. When I spun her, she spun, when I dipped her, she dipped. I had never achieved such synergy with someone the first time dancing such a complicated dance. She was light on her feet and very comfortable in her own skin. After a few songs she started to anticipate where I was going, and our bodies moved as one. The more we danced, little beads of sweat began to form on her chest and trickle down her breasts; an incredibly erotic sight. In fact, the whole thing was turning me on a lot considering that her ass wasn't grinding against my crotch like most of the stripper wanna-be's I danced with. I couldn’t tell how she was feeling, she was concentrating too hard on keeping up with me. She looked like she was having fun, and the closer we became the more I would touch her. It was the most subtle seduction I had ever attempted.

A caress there, a brush here, and every now and then my hand would graze her breast or drift across her stomach, lingering every so briefly on her curvaceous hips. To my surprise, I noticed that it actually seemed to be working. By bits and degrees she seemed to be getting turned on. Christine's breath came faster and faster, and it wasn’t from the dancing. Who knew that not being an overbearing jerk could actually win you a woman; more importantly, who knew I had the ability to not be an overbearing jerk? This girl was teaching me more about myself in one night than I had learned in the last year. As I was lost in revelry, I hadn’t noticed that my body was on auto-pilot, and was running Christine ragged. I gathered her up and took her back to the bar. "I’m sorry," I said, “I get kind of carried away when I’m dancing. You are great by the way, you really underestimate yourself." I ordered her water, which she drank immediately. "I don’t know, I felt like you were doing all of the work."
"Oh, I was" I said, " when I dance with someone less experienced than me, I lead as much as possible as a reflex. When you learn more steps, I’ll be an afterthought. You’ll be the star of the dance floor, you know, assuming that we have a second date." She dabbed some sweat off of her head, around her neck, and then down her chest. I couldn’t help but stare every bit of the way. "Well, right now it’s looking like a distinct possibility. I’ve never danced like that before, and I want to do it again, after I’ve had some time to practice. I just wanna say thank you Johnny, I really like having new experiences like this." She hugged my arm and nuzzled against me like she always wanted to be right were she was right now; eliciting a strange emotional response from me something akin to what I’ve heard called "Love?" "Hm? What did you say?"

"Oh nothing, nothing. Hey why don’t we get out of here, I know somewhere we can go." We went to the door where my car was waiting. I quickly inspected it for scratches, and just for fun, shot the attendant yet another glance that I’m certain brought him to the edge of complete pants-wetting.. I looked at Christine to find that she was suppressing a smirk. “You like it when I scare people, don’t you?” She straightened her face out and lied “No, that is wrong, and you should stop... eventually..”

The valet attempted to open the door for her, but I looked him off and opened the door myself. This time I definitely saw her giggle. We took off down rt 18, speeding all the way. I didn’t have to worry about cops because my best friend Melissa radar-proofed my Mustang. Christine didn’t know that but she was surprisingly calm as I aggressively wove through the ever-present traffic in East Brunswick. "I hope the way I drive doesn’t bother you", I said full well knowing that I wanted to see how she’d take my driving, “I tend to speed." She reclined leisurely in my comfortable leather seat crossing her deliciously golden and toned legs, "No, actually I like it. It’s relaxing and exciting at the same time, like being in an action movie. Besides, I trust you." She likes the way I drive! I was giddy; very few girls could stand the way I drove when I drove the way I wanted to. The concept of a woman “trusting” me was quite foreign; I had no idea what a woman meant when she said she trusted a guy. I’d have to ask Melissa about that tomorrow. "Where are we going anyway? It’s the middle of the night and all the bars are closed. We already ate so we can’t be going to a diner." I could tell that all of the Bay Breezes were starting to kick in as her face took on a nice rosy red flush. She took her heels off and put her feet on my dashboard. Hm, cute toes.

"We are going to the beach.”

"Really", she said, "but it’s the middle of the night. People don’t go to the beach at night."

"Exactly."

Twenty minutes later we were walking in the sand at Long Branch Beach. I carried her so that 1. she didn’t have to put her heels back on and 2. the alcohol really started hitting her on the way down and she was having trouble walking on sand. I sat us down on one of the dunes next to the water, and she sat in my lap. I held her close as we gazed out into the deep blue darkness of the Atlantic Ocean at night, and we just talked. We talked about everything; school, physical therapy (her job), sports (my job), money, our families, our past, our future… everything. I had never been on a date that lasted this long where I wasn’t having sex with the girl by now, and I did not care. Apparently there are types of gratifying intercourse other than sexual. I had never felt so relaxed and at ease in my life, and the feeling seemed to be mutual as I looked down and noticed she had fallen asleep in my lap like a little kitten. As I ran my fingers through her jet-black hair, I laid back and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment, to mark it down in permanent ink in my consciousness. It is moments like these that sustain me when life is literally exploding around me and everything is chaos and pain. These quiet times with people who really mean something to me, this is the meaning of life. Right now, my existence was summed up in this dream of a woman who slept like an Angel in my lap. I thought maybe 5 minutes had passed, but when I opened my eyes again the sun was up.

"Christine, Chris wake up, we fell asleep." She slowly came to and looked at the sun coming up over the waves. "Mmmm it’s beautiful." “Come on honey, it’s time to go home." I gathered her up again and carried her back to the car. She looked like a little Asian angel in my passenger seat, and it was hard for me to take my eyes off of her and focus on the road. When we got back to Livingston I gently nudged her awake. “Chris babe, you’re home.” I walked her to her door and suddenly realized that I was not automatically invited in. She looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and said, “Johnny, I had a wonderful night. You are hereby invited to call me later today for a second date.” She smiled a smile brighter than the rapidly rising sun. “OK, that’s cool. But do I get a good night, er, good morning kiss?”

Her answer was not with words, but with the slowest, most seductive, gentle, kiss I had ever had, or have had since. It was deceptive, for somewhere in her kiss there was a hint of the Tiger I had experienced two weeks ago. I can’t imagine that was an accident, I think maybe she wanted to remind me what my reward for good behavior could be. "Good night Johnny.” I watched her as she walked up the stairs inside until she was out of sight. I focused on her walk; she had been out all night, I danced her ragged, then we slept on the beach, and she still managed to walk like a supermodel; in heels no less. I took a deep breath and headed back to my car, her kiss leaving me more hung-over than any vodka ever could. Her scent lingered in my car, and every time I inhaled thoughts of her filled my head yet again. That’s how my first lesson in dating a respectable girl went. I decided that if all of my lessons were going to be like this, then I would be her best student from now on.