Girl In Red (Lerrie)

exams

*I got a new haircut...

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After she took me to paradise two more times, (and again after she helped me with some admittedly hot stretches), we finally get into the ring.

Leigh's currently putting on padded gloves while I only had the black tape for protection. While she was getting them on, I was leaning against the ropes, trying to calm my insane hormones.

After she was done, we meet in the middle of the ring. She holds her hands up and I get into my stance.

"Try and kick me," I nod and wait a few seconds before sending one to her leg, and she blocks it. "Try a little higher, baby," I nod and send another to her side. She blocks it again, "Go for my head."

I furrow my eyebrows, "Are you sure?" She nods, "Go ahead." I take two steps back before trying again. I get up to her neck, and she blocks it. She smiles as she did, "Good. You're doing good."

I cockily flip my ponytail over my shoulder and she chuckles. "A'right, Queen Pez, try kicking with your other leg."

After doing that for another half hour, we stop. "That was very good, love. Now, this time, hold nothing back with those kicks, okay?" I nod and started with my right leg, which was getting sore. "That's it," she says each time my foot connects with her padded hands.

"You got it... there you go... there you go... c'mon, baby," her words come out whispery as I began breaking a mean sweat. "You can't slow down, okay? I know your legs probably hurt-,"

"Fuck yes," I pant out, folding my hands on top of my head. "I know it, but apart of fighting is self-discipline. That means even if your body is in pain, keep going. I promise, it'll all be worth it."

We get back into position, "You're carrying me, by the way." My tone was serious. She chuckles a bit, "Yes, ma'am. Now, c'mon. Show me that self-discipline."

I gather the rest of my strength and energy before sending kick after hard kick. I aim for her sides, legs, head, pretty much any and every opening. My thighs were screaming at me, but I don't stop.

"Good... That's good... Yeah, you got it," she praises as I back her against the ropes. When I go for her head again, she catches my leg and hugs it to her shoulder then let it go. "That's was great, Pez. You're getting better," she smiles and I thank her.

"Let's take a little break, okay?" I sigh exasperatedly, "Thank, fuck."

I go on the other side of the ring for my water bottle. She told me to take one three second long sip as to not get cramps later.

"We're gonna work on your blocking, too. Your ducking is impressive, but your opponent will definitely take advantage of that. Can I have some, please?" I nod and hold the bottle to her mouth. She takes a sip and I bring the bottle back down.

"Thank you, now c'mon. We gotta hurry if you want that match afterwards," she entices. I glance at the wall clock, "It's a little after ten."

"We would've been done by now if it weren't for you, you minx," she teases. I roll my eyes then got back in my stance.

After a few minutes of practicing my blocking, Leigh starts taking off her gloves. Usually, she'd slip on some boxing gloves, but like she said, we're "going raw". My body is on fire, but it's a good kind of fire.