Chapter 2

“Are you going to tap?” Amanda asked, feeling victorious.

Mei struggled to speak. “Make me.”

It was a challenge for Amanda to dig deep and find her killer instinct. As an educator, her livelihood involved helping young people achieve their goals. Now, she was attempting to choke a student who could very well become a future Valedictorian.

When she squeezed her legs around Mei’s neck, the student tapped and Amanda released the choke.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Amanda said with concern.

Mei caught her breath and smiled. “Are you kidding? You did great! What a rush.”

It certainly was; however Amanda’s rush was more sexually based. Having had no previous experience with women, she was stunned to realize her pussy was practically weeping when the young, athletic student lay trapped between her legs. The fact that Mei was an all-around sweetheart only made this domination more fulfilling.

Amanda hoped the aromas emanating from her pussy wouldn’t be obvious to Mei.

“Thank you,” Amanda said humbly. “I know you let me win, but it felt really good.”

Mei stretched while rubbing her neck. “Shall we try again? Or are you ready for equal terms?”

Fair was fair, Amanda thought. Sadly, it meant that she’d get her ass kicked. Although, that didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

“Let’s do a light roll,” Amanda said.

They squared up after a quick rest and got into position. A primal urge surfaced in Amanda when they locked horns, which was highly unusual. It wasn’t about appearances, reputation or social status. Rather, it was an eruption of a previously dormant drive to battle for supremacy. The two exhausted women wrestled intimately on the sweaty mat, each trying to submit the other.

Passing by, the BJJ Instructor liked what he saw and said, “Nice job ladies,” before turning his attention towards other students in the gym.

As expected, the student won and Amanda found herself on the bottom position, once again. Mei was able to secure side-control, which is a highly advantageous position.

“No more being nice,” Mei teased, intertwining her arms with the Professor’s. “You’ll get a kimura if you don’t get out.”

Their faces were close enough that each felt a tickle as the other exhaled. Amanda struggled, but her arm strength was nowhere near that of Mei.

“I can’t get out,” Amanda sighed in defeat.

“Don’t make me motivate you,” Mei threatened.

Amanda wiggled without conviction. “I’m close to tapping. I can’t get out.”

With their arms still tangled, Mei moved her face even closer to the Professor’s. Their eyes and lips were mere inches apart.

“I mean it,” Mei warned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Find a way out. You have plenty of room to escape. Find it, or you’ll be punished.”

Amanda merely flailed. Yes, there was space, but her technique hadn’t been honed. In defeat, she went limp.

“I can’t,” Amanda sighed, fully expecting her arm to be cranked by the student.

“Here comes your punishment.”

Amanda’s eyes looked up at Mei and the ceiling. Waiting for Mei, she planned to tap right away and signal her defeat.

Instead, the ‘punishment’ came in a much different form. While Amanda lay helpless, Mei bent down and licked her chin. The beautiful student’s tongue actually made contact with her face! Amanda didn’t turn her head, but struggled and tried to get loose. When that failed, she just relaxed. The warm, wet feel of Mei’s tongue against her face caused Amanda to gasp.

“Ready to try again?” Mei asked.

Amanda breathed deeply. “What are you doing? Let me up, this instant.”

“Wrong answer, Professor Bell.”

Mei went in for a second pass, with puckered lips. Amanda froze, letting nature take its course. As if in slow motion, their lips met and they actually kissed. At first, it was a quick peck, then two. Finally, the contact blossomed into a full-blown kiss, just short of passionate, but with definite tongue involvement.

This was Amanda’s first girl-on-girl kiss and she wondered if it was true for Mei, as well.

Amanda’s physical exhaustion made the mental surrender even sweeter. Mei was in control and confident enough to put the older woman at ease. Her sweet nature, good humor and self-assurance called to a deep need in Amanda. The physical trauma of the grappling seemed worth the effort at this point.

Realistically, this illicit show of attraction would soon have to end before they were caught. Moaning, Amanda was getting ready to tap out, but Mei was a step ahead and pulled away.

Amanda looked around the room to see if they had been caught. She was relieved to see they were not the subject of ogling eyes.

“I…” Amanda started off.

“Time!” the Instructor hollered to the group with pride in his voice. “Great job everyone. You all showed great effort and passion on the mat. See you all next week.”

Mei’s eyes flashed with amusement. “You heard the man. Class is over.”

When Mei stood, she offered a helping hand, which Amanda gladly accepted.

Amanda inwardly cringed at the thought of shower time, feeling more uncomfortable about what would happen next. While the class stretched on the mat, all Amanda could think about was seeing Mei’s naked body again.

Together, they ambled to the locker room and discussed the class, covered in sweat. Splitting up, Amanda went to undress in front of her locker, thinking she’d shower first. She typically liked to take her time after such an exhausting activity, but she didn’t want to be rude to her student.

As she hustled to get her things for her shower, Mei walked over to her, wearing only a towel.

“It’s Friday and I’m whipped,” Mei said. “How does the sauna sound?”

Amanda, feeling equally spent, loved the idea. She had never tried the gym sauna here. Knowing they would be wearing towels, while lounging in the steam room, piqued her interest.

“I’d be up for that,” Amanda replied.

“Good, there’s plenty of space.” Mei handed her a towel.

Amanda paused after grabbing the towel, when it became clear Mei intended to wait while she changed. The Professor turned around and pulled off her sports bra, then immediately fastened the towel over her chest. Then she reached down to remove her loose fitting pants and underwear.

Now, they were both naked under their large white towels.

Since it was a Friday evening, only one other older woman sat in the usually crowded sauna. Closing her eyes, Amanda enjoyed the hot steam.

Peering under barely open eyes, Amanda noticed Mei’s towel had loosened and revealed the side of her small breast. Was it on purpose? Possibly.

“I must have lost five pounds of sweat,” Mei smirked as she spoke. “Between the class and this steam, yikes. I’ll definitely need to eat, later.”

Amanda nodded. “I really needed this after the battle we waged on the mat. Thank you for suggesting this.”

“I’m going to be stiff as a board later.”

Amanda playfully scoffed. “Later? I’m stiff now, from how you handled me.”

With her body completely at rest and her eyes closed, Amanda barely felt the light touch of Mei’s hand as it settled on her knee. It was the first time in Amanda’s career that she had been touched by a student in such an intimate way. Sure, she had given and received scores of hugs and handshakes over the years. But this was placed with the intention of conveying sexual interest.

Twisting her head to the side, Amanda looked at the student with a mixture of confusion and hope. Mei, looking pleased, seemed unconcerned about the other woman in the sauna.

“Why are you doing this?” Amanda asked, hoping the comment would appear vague to the other woman.

“Your courage is beautiful,” Mei replied. “Strength is an attractive quality.”

As if on cue, the older woman rose and walked towards the door.

“I must say,” the older woman commented as she passed. “You two make a darling couple. I watched you on the mat together and your chemistry is undeniable. Have fun, ladies.”

“How very kind of you,” Mei replied to the woman, as her fingers trailed down between Amanda’s thighs.

The woman smiled graciously and left them alone.

While Amanda was mortified, Mei giggled, heartily.

“Come on, lighten up,” Mei insisted. “It’s a Friday.”

Amanda decided to be blunt. “But your hand is on my thigh.”

“Does it bother you?” Mei asked, taking her hand away

“No, no, it’s just, you’re my student.”

“We’re not in class. Is there a university policy against this?”

Amanda wondered what Mei was referring to. A policy against physical touching? Or… intimate relations? It was far too awkward to seek clarity.

“It’s complicated,” Amanda replied.

“I like the way you look at me, and the way your legs feel when they’re wrapped around my body.”

Amanda was thoroughly mortified by the assertion, even though she felt the same way. Studying Mei’s serious countenance, she was sure the student was ready for more action.

“I’m your professor,” Amanda said, her voice hoarse.

“We’re in the same Jiu-Jitsu Academy and train together. The university has nothing to do with this. It’s between us. Tell me what you think.”

“I think my legs are sore.”

“As your training partner, I can help with that,” Mei offered.

Amanda, fearful that her student smelled the aroma emanating from her wet pussy, carefully considered her reply.

“You can help as a training partner,” Amanda offered. “Not as my student.”

“Well, as your dominant training partner, I’m sure your arms ache after what I put them through.”

Amanda smiled and extended her arms. “Mostly around my shoulders.”

For a few shorts minutes, Amanda enjoyed Mei’s massage. The student’s fingers dug deeply into the knotted muscles as she spoke in soothing tones about learning these techniques from elders in the Asian-American community. Tension and reluctance slowly left Amanda’s body.

“That’s divine,” Amanda murmured.

“Are you sore elsewhere?”

“I’m almost afraid to tell you.”

Mei curled a finger under Amanda jaw and tipped her head up so that their eyes met. “Tell me.”

The control Mei wielded over Amanda came naturally, she had no choice but to reply, “My thighs. Wrestling is tough on my inner thighs.”

“I will soothe your discomfort, on one condition.”

“Which is?” Amanda asked, shyly.

“Close your eyes. You’re very bashful, and I can sometimes feel shy. We can be more relaxed this way.”

Amanda saw a spark in Mei’s eyes. She recognized it immediately for what it was– lust. At that moment, excitement overcame doubt. Amanda wondered where this would lead.

Closing her eyes, she was eager to find out.

“Good choice,” Mei said. “This will do, for now.”

Amanda sensed her student rise and heard the sound of a towel landing on the bench. Was Mei naked? Amanda’s heart raced.

Amanda’s leg’s dangled off the bench and her feet rested on the floor. The Professor soon felt hands settle on both feet. Ever so softly, the tips of her student’s fingers began to caress the sensitive skin.

Squirming slightly, Amanda breathed deep as the insistent hands moved up to encircle her ankles. Amanda panted as the student shifted attention to her calves. The pressure of Mei’s fingers kneading the tense muscles was heavenly.

Amanda didn’t think it could get any better, but when the hands moved again, she was proven wrong. Mei put pressure on both thighs as she massaged the tired muscles and successfully drew a moan out of the Professor. This was a student who cared about giving pleasure.

“Relax, I will take care of you,” Mei whispered, as her hands moved ever closer to Amanda’s core. “You deserve it. I can give it to you.”

Amanda gulped. “But you’re my student. Every class, you sit in the front row, looking so composed and graceful. Sometimes, when your hand is raised, your small breasts move and the girl sitting next to you notices.”

“Does that secretly arouse you?”

Of course it did and they both knew it. Amanda’s toes curled and tapped on the floor of the sauna.

She heard Mei shift and drop down on her knees. Was her student really between her legs? Was she peeking under the towel? Amanda felt completely exposed and at the mercy of Mei staring directly at her pussy.

“I’m looking at you,” Mei confirmed. “Now, look at me.”

“I can’t,” Amanda replied, clenching her eyes shut. “Because I know you’re nude.”

Amanda felt her knees yanked widely apart. The massage was over; this was something else entirely. She breathed deeply to control her desire. Amanda’s pussy was lewdly displayed at the direction of the student.

“Ah, you’re so beautiful and wet,” Mei said, having a good look. “This was inevitable. Every time you tapped out, I saw a look of desire in your eyes. You also had it when I tapped out.”

“What are you going to do?” Amanda breathed.

“I’m going to put my tongue inside of your dripping wet pussy.”

“Why?” Amanda asked, still resisting the urge to look at the naked student.

“Because I can. You will not deny me this, because you want my tongue inside you.”

Amanda felt Mei’s warm breath on her pussy. The idea that such an attractive young woman was diligently studying her most private area had the Professor’s nerve endings firing on all cylinders. She could not recall ever having been this aroused in the past.

Drawing out the suspense, Mei took her time before gently striking the target. One minute, Amanda felt only the warm breath of her soon to be lover, and then next… she felt lips close around her throbbing clit.

Amanda’s pussy luxuriated in the feel of Mei’s talented mouth. Not only did the student use her lips to pulsate around the sensitive nub, she frequently paused to rotate her tongue on the tip. As a result, the Professor slid forward in an attempt to force more of her core into the performing student’s face.

No longer able to remain silent, Amanda moaned and whispered her need, “Mei, please, eat me, make me cum. PLEASE.”

The student moaned in unison with her Professor and obligingly moved lower, until her nose rested against the pulsating clit and her tongue was at the entrance of her pussy. Lapping like a kitty at a bowl of milk, Mei teased Amanda with short, shallow strokes of her tongue.

“I’m going to cum,” Amanda said in a low whisper.

It didn’t take long before the Professor lost control of her body and let loose with the most powerful climax of her life. While Mei’s tongue was deep inside her pussy, the spasms began. It was almost as if her body was trying to capture the beautiful student who gave her such a powerful release.

Amanda could only imagine the amount of juice she must be squirting directly onto the student’s mouth. She hoped Mei realized it was a sign that her efforts had been transformative, because that was the case. Was it the public setting, the attention of a woman, or that she had sexually surrendered to a student? All she knew was that she had cum with the force of a volcano.