Authors: Jane Price
Chapter 4
The next morning, Doria, Cassandra’s roommate opened the door and gasped. She looked around the flat to see the entire place completely trashed. At first glance, she thought someone had broken in but then when she looked at a nearby lamp she saw Cassandra’s panties hanging there. She looked around and saw various other articles of clothing littering the home. She sighed.
Feeling a little annoyed, she stomped to her roommate’s room, ready to barge in. She opened the door with a flourish and was about to yell at her best friend when she stopped in her tracks. For the first time in years, there was a man in Cassandra’s bed. Cassandra had a habit of throwing them out before the sun came up. She hated when they stayed the night.
Doria was seriously surprised as she looked at the handsome looking man with his arm wrapped around her roommate. He didn’t look anything like any of Cassandra’s other lovers. Doria was confused. She slowly closed the door and walked back to the kitchen, trying to find some sort of explanation for Cassandra’s weird actions. This wasn’t like her.
She slowly made herself a cup of coffee as she thought about what she had just seen. While she did, she didn’t hear Vincent slowly make his way out of the apartment. A few minutes later, Cassandra walked into the kitchen with a smile on her face. Doria placed her coffee mug on the kitchen table and gave her an accusatory look as she placed a hand on her hip.
“Are you going to tell me what happened last night? I know for a fact that the panty raider didn’t come in and trash this place. I want all the deets.”
Cassandra grinned as she hoisted herself onto the counter. She was wearing nothing more than a t-shirt as she swung her legs and looked at her best friend.
“He’s a fighter, down at Triple S.” A naughty look spread across her face. “I just met him yesterday.”
Doria’s eyes grew in surprise. “You had a one night stand with him?” She looked at her roommate’s glowing skin as envy ran through her blood. She wished she could have a sex life like Cassandra’s.
“I suppose…” She grinned.
“And you let him stay the night? That’s not like you.” She raised an eyebrow.
“I know. But he’s not like other guys…” Cassandra said with a smile on her lips as she thought of Vincent’s body pressed against hers. No other man had ever made her scream that loud or feel that good. “Plus… I’m his new trainer now…” She hopped off the counter and walked over to the toaster grabbing one of Doria’s waffles.
“You’re his what?” Doria asked, even more confused. What had gotten into her roommate?
Chapter 5
Eventually, Cassandra found her way back to the bedroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, naked now. She smiled as she ran her hands over her body, passing her fingers over where Vincent's fingers had been but hours before. She got closer and looked at the various scratches and bruises all over her body. It had been a good night. She grinned to herself as she gently touched one of her nipples, still hard with excitement.
She thought about jumping into bed and playing with herself when suddenly her phone rang. She sighed and walked across the room to her nightstand to answer it. Vincent’s handsome face looked up at her from the screen. He must have put his number in her phone. She smiled before picking up the phone and answering.
“Hello?” She said, her voice still husky from all the screaming she did the night before.
“Hey… Cassandra, I hope I didn’t wake you…” Vincent’s voice sounded even sexier than it did last night. Cassandra bit her lip before sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at the mirror.
“Not at all… what’s up?” She asked, curiously.
“Well… I was wondering if you wanted to train today… I really learned a lot yesterday… and I just wanted to get better to honor my brother’s memory… and I would really appreciate it if you became my personal trainer…” He sounded shy as he made the request. Cassandra smiled to herself. He was really cute when he was shy.
“I’ll be right there,” she said before hanging up the phone. Moving quickly, she got dressed before grabbing her gym bag. She walked out the front door with a huge smile on her face. She didn’t even tell Doria goodbye.
***
Vincent grunted as he gave his all to punch the punching bag in front of him. He was sweating from his temples as he tried his best to land a punch that would mean something, but it seemed like he lacked the power he needed to ever throw a good punch.
He sighed and leaned against the punching bag, taking a break. As he did, Cassandra walked up to the ring and shook her head. “I just got here and you’re already slacking!” She yelled out before climbing into the ring. Vincent looked at her before his heart skipped a beat. His eyes were glued to her body as she wore nothing but tight booty shorts and a sports bra. She looked like a goddess.
He stared at her bouncing chest as she walked over to him. He could feel his heart pound as he looked at her. Cassandra followed his gaze and smirked.
“Like what you see huh?” She teased him before walking up to him and gently kissing his cheek. He smiled proudly, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist. “No… no… no… paws off until you throw a real punch… I saw you punching before… and you were punching like some wimp…” She said, looking at him seriously. Vincent frowned, knowing it was true.
“I have a lot of work to do with you… but I won’t give up on you...” In a matter of minutes she had him working up a sweat and throwing punches left and right at the punching bag, turning him into an adrenaline filled punching machine.
“Stagger your legs. A strong base makes for a stronger punch!” She yelled at him, cheering him on, making him punch harder and harder until his arms were sore. Even through the pain he continued to train with her, motivated by her voice, and of course, her good looks. After about an hour, they stopped. Vincent collapsed in exhaustion, breathing hard.
Cassandra handed him a bottle of water and smiled. “You did well. I am proud of you.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at him. As she did, a tall man with orange shorts walked into the ring. They looked at him. Vincent suddenly tensed up.
“Benjamin Clevosky,” Cassandra looked at him, her eyes lighting up. Benjamin was her favorite fighter in the Triple S and he was the current heavyweight champion. She used to love watching his matches with her father when he was still healthy. “It’s an honor. I am a big fan.” Benjamin smirked at her. Vincent looked away, a frown on his face.
“So… the Baby Brazilian is being trained by a girl now. How pathetic.” The man’s Russian accent was thick as he said the words and walked closer to Vincent. Cassandra frowned as she heard the hostility in the man’s voice. What did this man have against Vincent?
For the first time, Vincent got up and faced his enemy. He looked at him and squared up to him even though he was significantly shorter than the Russian man.
“Oh, are you a tough guy now? Huh? Well… you won’t be tough for long…” He smirked about to pull back and punch Vincent when Cassandra suddenly stepped between the two men. Benjamin looked down at her and scoffed.
“You have a woman fight your fights for you now too? You are too pathetic to hit, Brazilian.” The Russian glared at Vincent, who tried to stay confident despite the humiliation he felt. He felt ashamed that Cassandra had to stand up for him. He wanted to be able to fight like a real man and stand up to men like Benjamin.
Cassandra glared at the Russian before he finally left the ring. “Wow… I didn’t know that guy was a total asshole. He isn’t getting my support anymore…” She said as she turned around and looked at Vincent. “Why was he such a jerk to you?” She asked.
“I don’t know… but he has always treated me badly. It’s probably because I am new around here.” Vincent answered honestly.
“I think he is just intimidated,” Cassandra said, looking at Vincent, who looked skeptical. A deep laugh suddenly filled the room.
“You think I am intimidated by this small man?” Benjamin called out from the top of the steps. Cassandra looked at him, walking up to the fence surrounding the ring.
“I know you are,” she said, confidently. Benjamin laughed once more. “In fact, Vincent challenges you to a fight.” There was a pause. “For the heavyweight title!”
Chapter 6
Benjamin looked at the woman, a little surprised. Was this woman being serious? He stopped a moment to look at her, reading her face. He suddenly burst out laughing. “If you want to kill his career and put him in the hospital, be my guest. The match will be at the end of the month.” He said before walking out of the room.
Vincent watched as the swinging doors swung back and forth as the man left. Was Cassandra being serious? How was he going to fight someone like Benjamin without getting seriously hurt? He wanted to honor his brother’s memory, but he also wanted to stay safe. He didn’t want to get himself killed.
“Cassandra… you can’t be serious… that guy has six inches and one hundred pounds on me… if you haven’t noticed I am a lightweight fighter.” His eyes were large and there was a small hint of fear inside of them. Cassandra looked up at him with burning eyes. He could tell she wouldn’t stray away from her determination to make this fight a reality.
“I don’t want to hear another word out of you… I don’t care about it… I will train you myself and by the end of the month I will make you a fighting machine and Benjamin will not know what hit him!” Cassandra looked excited as she said the words. Vincent could tell that she had the utmost confidence in him and he wondered how she could think he was capable of beating someone like Benjamin.
“Are you sure?” He asked, looking at her, his eyes pleading with her to reconsider. She nodded, a smile on her face.
“Yes. But that means we have to train twice as hard. Let’s go!” In a moment’s notice, they were back into training mode, training harder than ever. Cassandra was a born coach and Vincent was a born student. Soon they were working together effortlessly and Vincent was making great progress.
By the end of the day, Vincent was exhausted but he felt better about himself. Maybe he could beat Benjamin. There was now an inkling of hope in his heart.
“How do you feel?” Cassandra asked as she wiped the sweat from her brow, taking a sip of water, looking at Vincent. He smiled and walked over to her before kissing her lips gently.
“Better… knowing that you support me 100%.” He looked at her with a loving gaze in his eyes. Cassandra blushed before looking away for a moment.
“Hey… don’t worry about Benjamin. Size doesn’t matter. The bigger they are the harder they fall anyway, so you’ll have an advantage over him. All you have to do is get comfortable with your body and know what you are good at and you will beat him. I am sure of it.” Cassandra smiled up at him, her face beaming as she cheered him on. He smiled at her words, believing them as he picked her up and kissed her.
She wrapped her legs around him and smiled as she returned the kiss, her hands gently caressing the side of his face with her small, delicate hands. He smiled before pulling away. “Hey… do you want to come to my house … I’ll cook dinner maybe… I need to thank you for today… and yesterday…” He blushed a little as he whispered at her. He looked up at her with a hopeful look. She bit her lip and looked back at him. It was not like her to go on a second date with someone, but for some reason, Vincent was making her break all of her own rules.
“Okay… tonight?”
***
“Wow… I’m impressed.” Cassandra whispered as she looked at the dinner table. There were two well-decorated plates of steak, mashed potatoes, assorted vegetables, and salad on the table. She had never seen a man cook like this before and she was pleasantly surprised.
Vincent looked at her with a bashful look. “Oh… well in Brazil… men love to cook… my father taught me when I was younger…” He rubbed his neck nervously as he turned bright red. “I hope you like it…” He whispered, looking away feeling embarrassed. Cassandra chuckled before kissing his cheek. She couldn’t get over how cute he was.
After their romantic dinner together, the atmosphere became thick with sexual anticipation. Cassandra could feel herself wanting Vincent as she looked at him from across the dinner table.
“Um… maybe we could go to my room and watch a movie or something?” Vincent offered, trying to break the awkwardness filling the room. Cassandra nodded and together they made their way to his room. It was a little messy but much cleaner than the rooms of most men. Cassandra was once again impressed with Vincent.
They soon laid together in his bed, watching the movie. They didn’t watch the movie for long, however. Soon, they were kissing and after that, they found themselves touching and holding each other. Before they knew it, Vincent was on top of her, slowly kissing her skin.
He smiled as he felt her soft skin against his lips. She was so soft and silky, he never wanted to stop touching her. His hands ran up and down her body as he tried to make her feel good. His finger slowly trailed over her pussy, making her moan out softly. He smirked down at her before slowly leaning down and taking one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking on her nipple gently. She moaned a little louder.
After a moment, he felt his dick coming to life, wanting attention. He looked at her, and with one quick thrust, he was balls deep inside of her tight pussy. He grunted in pleasure as he felt her walls wrap around him, squeezing his member. He blushed a little before leaning down and kissing her lips, as his hands intertwined with hers. He held her arms above her head. He smiled to himself as they continued to make out and he started to thrust in and out of her.
The night passed like this, with them making deep and passionate love. Cassandra had never been a fan of missionary, but for some reason, this felt so good. So right. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling his spine with her fingers which sent a shiver through his body as he looked into her hazel eyes lovingly.
Vincent continued to make sweet love to her, making the night as romantic as possible, hoping that Cassandra would never forget it. She smiled and kissed his neck, knowing this moment was special. Soon, however, she was shaking with pleasure, getting close to climax. Vincent could feel her pussy quivering around him and smiled a bit, going a little faster, trying to make her orgasm for him. In a moment, her nails were digging into his back as she arched her own back while screaming out his name in pleasure.