LGBT

Chapter 1: Training Her-2

Roxie turned around, giving me a full frontal. Her small breasts were perky, the pink tips hard in the cool air of the locker room. I bit my lip as I stared at her shaved treasure. This time when our gazes met, I saw desire flash in her blue eyes. She closed the locker door and leaned back against it. Taking the edge of her towel, she began to trail it down over her breasts down to her crotch.

“Yeah,” she said huskily. “I’m training for a fight coming up in a couple of months.” She stared at me and I wondered if she felt the s****l tension between us as I did. “You know, I always like to hit the steam room for a while after a tough workout. It’ll make you feel better. Ease your sore muscles.” She shrugged. “If you want to that is. If you don’t have to go.”

I shook my head. I wanted to keep looking at her beautiful body but the last thing I wanted was to be alone with her in the steam room, especially with her naked, and not touch her. I knew I should leave, maybe take her up on her offer another day when I wasn’t so affected by her body. But the heat inside was taking over the more rational part of my brain. And I found myself nodding.

“No, I don’t have to go. I mean, I was only going to go and crash on the sofa,” I said quickly. Besides, I told myself, the steam room would feel real good on my sore muscles. I quickly shoved my bag back into the locker. When I turned back to Roxie, she’d wrapped a towel around her naked body. Part of me was disappointed by that but at least I could breathe easily again.

“Come on. I’ll show you where the extra towels are.”

“Ok. Gimme a sec.” I held my towel under my chin and pulled off my shorts leaving myself clad only in my panties and sports bra. Roxie grinned at me. I glanced at her. “What?”

She shrugged, folding her arms across the top of her towel. “Nothing. I just find it funny that you were just gawking at me naked and eating me with your eyes and yet you hide yourself behind your towel. Funny.”

I felt guilty. She’d noticed that I had been checking her out. So I tried to play it off. “Nah. I was admiring your tattoo.”

“Bullshit,” she said with a smile. But she wasn’t angry.

I didn’t know what to say. I was caught and couldn’t deny it. So I wrapped the towel around my waist and followed her towards the steam room. She grabbed two towels and two bottles of water and tossed me one of each. I nodded my thanks.

There was no one in the steam room when we went inside. I couldn’t help but sigh as the wet heat began to seep into my tired muscles. Roxie grinned at me.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded. “Oh yeah.” I wandered over to one of the tile covered benches that looked more like extra wide steps and sat down. Leaning back against the step above me, I closed my eyes, letting myself relax. I heard Roxie rustling around and suddenly there was a soft hiss and the room filled with fresh steam.

“So how do you like the gym? I imagine it’s different from where you come from.”

I glanced over at Roxie and my mouth fell open but nothing came out. She lay on her back on one of the towels. One leg dangled off the edge of the bench while the other foot was propped up, exposing her smooth pink mound. As she idly fanned her bent knee from side to side, the flesh hiding her inner parts opened to reveal the moist pink inner flesh. I licked my lips wanting so badly to taste that flesh. I shifted on the bench, trying to relieve the sudden thickness between my own thighs. God she was beautiful! But it probably wouldn’t go over too well for me to crawl over there and bury my tongue deep inside her. Especially with us just meeting and all. But I so wanted to.

I shook myself, realizing that she was talking to me. “Oh I like it here,” I said, clearing my throat. “Everyone seems pretty nice.”

“Yeah,” she said, keeping her eyes closed. “We’re all close, you know. Training together kind of does that for you.”

“Hmm,” was all I could say. By now, her body was covered in a sheen of sweat from the steam. Her skin glistened in the light of the room and I clenched my fists to keep from wiping it from her body.

“Your daddy is a boxer?” she continued, seemingly oblivious to my distress.

Yeah. Daddy. Talk about Daddy. It would be a safe topic that would hopefully take my mind off the lustful thoughts that were running through my head. “Yeah,” I finally said. “He taught me everything I know.” I took a sip of the water. “What about you?”

She smiled. “Mine too,” she murmured. “When you’re getting hit in the face all the time, you learn real quick how to duck.”

“Your dad beat you?”

Roxie nodded. “Yep.” She paused, then said softly, “Boxing saved my life.”

I stayed quiet for a few moments, trying to digest what she’d just said. “I admire the fact that you didn’t let that get you down. Sherri said that you’re a Golden Gloves contender.”

“Yep. That’s true. My upcoming fight is for the title.” She grinned suddenly. “I like the way you handled Sherri. She’s a tough girl. We spar a lot. She hasn’t beaten me yet but she makes me work for it.” She shifted, giving me a better view of her sweet flesh. “Watching you fight earlier made me horny.”

A jolt went through me. “Huh?”

Roxie opened her eyes and fixed me in her blue gaze. Slowly, she poured some of the water from her bottle over her breasts and down her belly until it washed over her pink flower. Dropping the bottle, she began to play with herself, her blue eyes never leaving my face. The throbbing between my legs became more insistent as I watched her and I wanted to touch myself to relieve some of the pressure. But I refrained.

“You’ve been staring at me the whole time we’ve been in here,” she said bluntly. Her words trailed off into a moan as she slipped two fingers into her body.

I was caught and couldn’t deny it. “Yeah? So? You showed it to me.”

Roxie smiled at my false boldness. “You must be new to this.”

“Why do you say that?”

She sat up and crawled over to where I sat. “Because someone with experience wouldn’t still be wearing that towel. They’d be wearing me.”

With that, she snatched the towel from around me. I gasped and tried to pull it back to cover myself. But she pushed my hands away.

“Relax,” she said softly. “I’m just going to give you a taste of what you’ve been staring at.” She knelt next to me and her treasure was mere centimeters from my arm. If I shifted just a bit, I could touch her. “You can do whatever you want, but I’m going to kiss you,” she murmured.

The breath caught in my throat at the anticipation of being kissed by this black-haired b0xer. Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth against mine. I savored the sensation of her softer lips on mine. I cupped her cheeks and opened my mouth under hers. I was rewarded with the thrust of her tongue. Bright lights flashed behind my closed eyes that had nothing to do with the heat in the steam room. But it had everything to do with the woman giving me my first girl-girl kiss.

Roxie pushed me back on my towel and knelt over me, straddling my body. We kissed over and over, our tongues sliding along each other. I slid my hands up her arms to her shoulders to pull her close so that I could feel her wet body against mine. But she wouldn’t let me. Instead, she lowered her chest so that our breasts could rub together. My n*****s hardened as she rotated her chest in small circles. I cupped her small mounds and she groaned softly. I watched myself fondle her and I wondered what her skin would taste like. I’d always liked when my former boyfriends had kissed and licked my n*****s. I wondered if she liked that too. I slowly licked my lips thinking about how she’d feel against my tongue. Roxie grinned down at me.

“Yeah this definitely is your first time,” she commented. “You look like a kid with a new toy.”

I stared up at her. “So am I doing something wrong?”

She shook her head. “Nope.” She leaned down and ran the tip of her tongue along my bottom lip. “Play with your toy,” she whispered.

For a moment, I looked up at her not sure if she were playing with me or serious. As tough as I was, I would burst into tears if she pulled away from me now before I had a chance to taste her. So I decided to take a chance. At least if she walked away, I’d have something that I could dream about.

Lifting my head, I captured one n****e in my mouth. Her moan echoed off the walls of the steam room as I licked and sucked at her the way I liked someone to do for me. I switched to the other one and Roxie’s head dropped back and she gasped for breath.

I almost whimpered when she pulled away from me but that pout quickly turned into a moan of sheer bliss when her hot mouth clamped down on my n****e. I sank a hand in her short hair to hold her to me as she swirled her tongue around and around the bud until it tightened almost painfully. I shifted under her, trying to bring her closer.

This time, she slowly lowered herself until she lay on top of me. I gasped at the feel of her slick, naked body. I’d always liked to lay this way, feeling my boyfriend’s body touching me from head to foot. Their rougher skin made mine tingle and it turned me on to feel them.

But Roxie felt different. She felt good. I reached around and grabbed her firm ass in my hands. She was strong yet soft in my arms. Slowly, she began to rotate her hips so that our pelvises rubbed together. I felt myself thickening again and I pressed back against her.

“I’m so close,” she whispered.

“Me too,” I answered back.

Pulling away, she sat up, leaning back against the tiled bench. I sat up next to her, wondering what she was going to do. Pulling my leg over her thigh, she sank two fingers deep inside me. I groaned loudly as she began to thrust in and out, faster and harder until I came with a strangled sob. Roxie stroked me gently as the tremors subsided and my breathing was back to normal.

She settled back and began to touch herself. I watched for a moment before I reached over and pushed her hand aside. She glanced at me, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

“I believe in fair play,” I said quietly.

And I gave her the same attention she’d given me. My fingers seemed to glide over her slick flesh until she came with a moan. Leaning over, she kissed me softly before pulling away. We had just wrapped our towels around us when two other women came into the steam room. They all knew each other and feeling like the third wheel in their conversation, I excused myself.

The cool shower did nothing to ease my still tingling nerves. I wasn’t satisfied. Those few kisses and touches only fanned the flames of desire. I needed some relief. Maybe Paul was available. He and I dated briefly but had the friends with benefits type of relationship. I’d call him.

But even as I hung up the phone after securing my bedmate for the night, I knew that while he was hot and amazing in bed, he wasn’t what my body needed. I wanted a black-haired lady boxer with the face of an angel.