Chapter 5
“I take it you’re wearing your uniform underneath those sexy clothes,” I told him as I circled around him like a vulture.
“No, apologies Mistress, but this weather was too hot to wear a thick cotton gi, so I just wore a t-shirt and jeans.” He spread his arms as if to model for me.
“Well, it’s a good thing I had a tall uncle who accidentally left his gi here a few years back,” I said as I walked towards the store cupboard. “Now, let’s see, where is it? Ah-ha!” It was on the top shelf, so even with my height I had to stretch onto my toes to reach it. Unfortunately, I could feel my shirt riding up as I did but was too busy reaching up to pull it down.
I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me.
Yes, I got it! As I went back down to full foot, I was finally able to pull down my top, hiding my hips, waist and back from view. I then turned to see a cutely blushing Sam.
“What is it? Why are you blushing?”
He cleared his throat and turned away from me slightly as he seemed to re-arran-oh. He was adjusting himself.
Now I’m blushing!
“Um...never mind, here,” I handed him the gi. “If you shake it out a few times before you put it on it should be okay.” I decided to turn away to give him a smidge of privacy.
“Thanks,” he murmured, still blushing.
I heard his clothes rustling and the flapping sound of the gi being shaken out. All I could think about was what was under the gi; I’d never seen a guy fully naked before, so all I could use was my imagination. Only, now I’d started thinking about it, I couldn’t stop myself from getting hot and bothered as I felt my cheeks burn up like crazy.
“Ahem,” Sam coughed to get my attention. “So, what do you think; a perfect fit?”
“I think it’s a tad small, but from the looks of it, I don’t think I mind.”
“What about your gi?”
“Why do I need mine?”
“It’s...shall we say...a mutual demonstration.”
“But...I...you...fine. Wait here,” I went back to the cupboard to look for my gi. There it is! Right where I left it. “Turn around then, I’m not small enough to fit into that cupboard with the doors shut, let alone move around in it, you know.”
“Alright, it’s only fair,” he shrugged as he turned to face the wall.
I was still blushing madly as I stripped and changed. Dammit! Stupid belt, why do my hands keep shaking?
“There you go,” finally! All done. “Now, start demonstrating.”
“I need a bit of context here, how many am I fighting? How tall are they? Do I knock ‘em out? Kill them? Stun them? And, most importantly, do they fight back?”
“Of course they fight back! Where were you taught this stuff? Pre-school club?”
“I was giving you ideas on what sort of people I might be pretending to fight with.”
“Okay then, you’re fighting one, female. She is 5’10”, to kill, and ‘most importantly’, your opponent is a black belt in many martial arts including karate, ju-do, ju-jitsu and many more. That enough context for you?” I smiled sweetly at him.
All he could do was stare. Mainly at my multi-badge adorned black belt.
“Each badge represents a different art that I’ve mastered. And, just between us there are over 100 of them, and they travel to my other belts as well to allow each one a space on a belt.”
“Um, ‘to kill’?”
“Wasn’t that one of your suggestions?”
“Yeah, for imaginary opponents, not the living, breathing, girl of my dreams!”
“You want those cakes or not?” I crossed my arms.
“To kill it is then. But, just to be clear, all I have to do is pretend to go for the kill move right.”
“’Moves’, plural. And nope, I can defend and counter-act whatever you dish out.”
“Then let’s begin.”
It was a relief that we both knew the proper etiquette; an amateur would have no clue. But then, I wouldn’t be fighting an amateur, would I?
So the fight began after we’d bowed to each other and stepped into our fighting positions as I started the countdown.
“Three. Two. One. FIGHT!” I shouted.
At first all we did was circle each other, then, as if we had mutually agreed it earlier on, we ran at our opponent.
I’m not really sure what happened, all I know is that we both threw a lot of punches and attacks and then defence moves, but eventually, and again, I have no idea how, I was underneath him. Legs around his waist, arms around his neck, hands and ankles locked in place with no intention of letting go.
We had each other pinned. We were both breathing heavily from the exertion, but not giving up in any way.
“So, who won?” he asked.
“I think it was a draw, what do you think?”
“I think it was a win-win.”
“What’s the difference?”
“We’re both winners, we got each other. We didn’t lose; and we did our best which makes us winners.”
“Fair enough. You’ll get a batch, maybe two of cakes, one vanilla, one chocolate, one iced, one not. So make that four.”
“Yes, get in there!”
“Yeah, you should,” I stopped smiling as I looked into his eyes.
“Should what?”
“Get in there.”
Corny, I know, but oh well!
