Friendly Sparring (closed for asetikish)

[Bevatoria]

It was a fairly late evening at the Pedrosa Dojo, but even as things were winding down - with only about a dozen students left - the tall, dashing young man in the instructor's gi wasn't going to let up on his charges. "No, no. You want to stay out of the red zone." He looked at the two 'sparring' opponents, standing besides one of them to emulate his positioning. "Jujitsu is about manipulating the situation to your advantage." Bending his knees, he kept his arms raised in a defensive posture, staying on the balls of his feet to be mobile. "Make sure that when you strike, that it's when you'll either close in on him or put him in a bad position to strike back." As if to demonstrate, he closed in on the guy across from him. It would have been easy for him to out quick many of his 'opponents' here even at the worst of times, and it just so happened he was in rare form tonight, and soon had his arm wrapped around the other man's torso, ready to send him to the ground.

"Like that."

He wasn't trying to show off, but truth be told he'd been doing it so long that it probably looked like he had been. And unlike many other parts of his life, this was one place that Carter Isaacs didn't try to show off. This place was practically a second home to him,.

Or third home if you counted work. Which - even as successful as he was at the fairly tender young age of 26 - Carter always tried to avoid thinking of work as any kind of home. It was a means to an end for him, and he was still trying to find his real purpose elsewhere.

Carter had been put into jujitsu at a young age by parents who wanted to see him get exercise in a way that, as they put it, was fulfilling. To his parents, it meant a sport that had no remote chance of a multi million dollar payday to draw him into the wrong lifestyle. And after the initial objection of not getting to hang out with his friends as much as he wanted, young Carter began to enjoy it. Sure, at six or seven it had been about putting moves on his friends who tried to make fun of the fact that he was taking jujitsu, but as he had matured he'd found it calming and relaxing.

Eventually, his first part time job had been at the dojo, as the owner, Henrique Pedrosa, had asked him to come on as an instructor. The part time job had turned into a full time one during his college years, and between the connections he'd made here (he'd met his current boss here after the older man had brought his kids and Carter had mentioned his marketing degree) and the fun and fulfillment he still found in training and in sparring here, Carter could see himself staying here for another five or ten years, easily.

He didn't help out for the money, even if Henrique insisted on paying him and the other instructors a nominal wage. He helped out because he enjoyed it.

At six foot one and a fit one hundred and ninety fit pounds, Carter was no simple body building enthusiast. Jujitsu demanded balance and timing, not brute force, and so Carter complimented this 'exercise' with light jogging and some recreational boxing with a punching bag at his apartment. Although at the moment he had gotten most of his exercise done, and was simply waiting for the other people her to file out so he and the other person left could lock up.

His focus had been as such during the evening that he hadn't paid attention to the other instructor left, and when he saw who it was, he inwardly groaned even as the polite smile stayed on his face. Of all the people, why did it have to be her....

Carter had heard a few rumors and scuttlebutt that he had hooked up with this person since they were around the same age, both worked at the dojo, and had known each other for close to twenty years. But even as Carter would freely admit this woman had a lot of fine qualities, but for some reason she'd always gotten on his nerves. He thought of her as more of an adversary then a coworker, but had kept most of his disdain for her to himself in public.

Soon, however, they'd be alone cleaning and locking up...which, from the looks of it, would take a bit longer then usual as a high school class had gotten a couple of larger mats down and not put them back. With a grumble, Carter admitted to himself that she wouldn't have made that mistake, at least...

 

[asetikish]

"Sensei! You think we're ready for the tournament?"

Isa Laney looked at the child that ran up to her. At eight years old, he the newest competitors in the national competition for their division. She smiled at himremembering how jittery she was at the same age. "How do you feel when you're on the mat?"

"Amazing, especially when I pin someone down!"

"And have you pinned someone down?"

"Yep!"

"Then you're ready." She knelt in front of him. "You see, you can't beat everyone, and you don't have to try and do that. You flip someone and someone flips you. You learn when you get flipped and then that's when you get better. The only time when you're not ready is when you can't fight. Like if you have an injury. Do you?"

"No."

"Then...?"

"I'm ready?"

"Good. Say it loud and proud."

"I'm ready!"

Isa ruffled his hair and fist bumped with him before he ran out the door to where his mother waited. She smiled a sad smile as the kid walked off. She probably was never going to have a kid especially since guys were so intimidated by her.

Sure, knowing jiu jitsu might be impressive for some, but being a five-time international champion in her college years was down the intimidating path. Add a successful Asian restaurant business that people were offering to buy out and/or franchise at the age of 25 (so she'd be 26 in a couple of days, but she was still technically 25), and she was in frightening territory. Any guy she ever attracted with her light brown eyes, long, luscious dark hair, pouty lips and her well-toned body bolted when they got to know her better.

The last guy that wanted to go out with her was in first year of college. And after seeing her on the mat...well, if he didn't want to feel emasculated, then he should have just done something about it. Hell, if anyone should quit the sport it was her. Sporting a chest like hers in a high contact sport was impossible without bindings. Ever since, the most she ever got were two dates before the guys disappeared. She considered not telling them about her part time as a jiu jitsu instructor (which usually led to her championships), but that would be hiding one of the most important parts of her life. She could never imagine life without the martial art. And it saved her twice when she was being mugged.

Isa sighed and looked at the current class. The students were doing a pretty good job, but of course, if Carter was their teacher, they had to be perfect.

An involuntary twitch escaped the corner of Isa's lips. Carter. Damned perfect Carter with his perfect face, perfect body, perfect form and perfect life. She didn't exactly know what happened, but somewhere after the age of ten, they stopped helping each other and started hating one another until even the tiniest things made her want to headlock him until he passed out. It didn't matter if he stood 6 inches taller than her, she could take him down. Just because she taught kids now, didn't mean she couldn't. If it wasn't for Henrique and her loyalty to his gym, she would have gone to another place to help out.

She volunteered to help out with the children's sessions, especially since none of the tough guys would take it. Besides, being a woman helped. She was able to connect with the kids instantly. And because her business was running even without her, she was more available in terms of time. With her afternoon session over and none of the other teachers present, she was tasked to close the gym with the last instructor to hold class.

And, jolly good, if it wasn't Carter.

Ugh!

Sighing, she headed for the showers and soaped off all the sweat--which she mostly got for carrying, splitting up, chasing and teaching four-year-olds who were really too young to learn, but whose parents used the dojo as a day care center. Yep, those were all the kids she was going to get and it set her off in a mood--not to mention being with Carter kicked her mood up a notch.

And when she was in a mood, she wanted to let off steam. Without anyone to punch, a good old session with her toys would have to do. She headed to the locker, wore the new set of lingerie she bought earlier with a front clasp and put on her top and shorts. Taking her gym bag out, she headed for the counter and started turning off the computer, the air conditioning, and the lights outside not wanting to be anywhere near Cater. Besides, she had already cleaned up so she had the liberty to do the light stuff.

When she was done, she waited...and waited...She still haven't heard Carter go into the locker rooms. Sighing, she went back in to check out what was going on.

Most of the place was okay except for that the big mats that were in the corner of the room. Carter only stood there still in his gi, not making a move to stow them away.

Isa walked up to him hands on her hips. "Are you waiting for me to put these away? Can't handle it yourself?"

 

[Bevatoria]

Which wasn't to say Isa wasn't prone to other mistakes. Carter had been going to shut off the phones to indicate the dojo was closed, only to have it ring the moment he got there to set it to voicemail. Sighing, he picked up the line, and was greeted by a parent demanding a refund for a class their kid had taken six weeks ago, claiming their kid 'didn't like it'. While calmly explaining that the Pedrosa dojo refund policy would not cover what she wanted, an irritated thought came to the back of his head: I don't get paid enough to deal with this shit. He got enough clients demanding things from him at work, the last thing he needed was some crazy welfare chick telling him he owed her money.

However, the only thing worse then dealing with her would be letting the kind, gentle Henrique have to listen to her, so Carter stood his ground. It was a life philosophy that served him well in business, and in many other aspects of life, but it was the opposite of what made jiu jitsu effective. The art was about taking your chances when it made sense, not stubbornly staying in one spot or holding a position when it didn't make sense.

He'd thrown the towels in the laundry hamper - well, hamper wasn't the word for it given how many towels the dojo went through per day - the call having delayed his usual lockup to the point where Isa had managed to shower and change before he got the big mats away.

"Are you waiting for me to put these away? Can't handle it yourself?"

For fuck's sake... He thought to himself. Speaking of stubborn, this woman was another grade of stubborn, taking every opportunity to hold things over him. It didn't help that she was incredibly hot, knowledgeable, and - if he were to be completely honest - probably one of the top three fighters in the dojo. There was a reason the students requested her, and it wasn't just that many of the other 'instructors' didn't get along with kids.

"Knock it off, Isa. I took a call when I shouldn't have." He avoided the temptation to sneer, wanting to keep things at a level resembling civil as he moved to put the mats away. It hadn't escaped his notice that her civilian clothes fit her much better then the loose gi had; flattering her curves and showing off more of her lean, attractive muscles. He spoke as he moved the mats to a storage closet, not caring if she helped or not.

"Grab a mat if you want to speed things up. Or just stand there and complain." Okay, maybe he did care a bit, and Carter kept talking unabated. "You know, if Henrique wasn't so stingy about inter-gender sparring, I'd show the kids how good you really were...."

If Carter were being totally honest with himself, he wasn't sure he could beat Isa in a straight up jiu jitsu match. He knew better then anyone that size didn't matter if you knew your stuff, and she did. But he was also angry, frustrated, and sure that she couldn't do anything to prove him wrong.

At least not tonight. They were getting ready to go home, after all.

 

[asetikish]

"You know, if Henrique wasn't so stingy about inter-gender sparring, I'd show the kids how good you really were...."

Somewhere in Isa's brain a nerve exploded sending her mood into an uncontrollable fit. In all of her years, she had been a hothead and the martial art had helped calm her down and think things clearly, but Carter was a different case. She had tried to be patient with him, tried to reason with herself that he wasn't such a bad guy. But there was something about human to human interaction that was beyond reason, logic and calm. Sometimes, someone just rubs you the wrong way just for being the way he is.

And one of those was Carter.

"Oh, so you think just because I teach children now that you can wipe the floor with me?" She folded her arms under her ample breasts. "Let's do it. Right here, right now, so I can spare you the humiliation of being seen by other students. We still have one more mat. Or are you too chicken to have your skinny ass whipped?"

Skinny ass? She didn't know where she got that weird adjective, but she knew his ass was not skinny at all. Not that she intended to peek when he was taking a shower the last time they were the ones assigned to close the dojo. She just really happened to walk by the showers...okay, so she did lean in for a little peek, but she was just checking if anyone else--fine. She was just checking him out that time. What? Can't a girl check out an attractive guy? Even one she hates for the most petty of reasons?

Which made her take a quick glance at his ass again. And she still couldn't see what she saw in the showers.

"Tell you what. Just to be even, I'll even get into a gi so you have something to hold on to like in a real tournament." She winked and headed to the locker rooms looking for a spare set of gi. She found one, but the pants portion had a garter instead of a string. Sadly, there were no spare chest bindings or sports bras to keep her chest from bouncing around too much. That could make her feel a little more self-conscious, but it was better than nothing. And she didn't have anything else to protect her from the slightly scratchy material of the gi, but that was more of a slight discomfort she could handle. She just had to finish the match quickly before her skin got irritated.

Isa came out grinning reminding herself of the way he moved and his best moves. Picturing in her mind how she could counter and peempt each one of them. Although he was probably the best, aside from herself, it didn't mean that he didn't have weaknesses in his guards and holds.

"So, rules..." She stepped onto the mat facing him. "No outs. A round is lost when one of us submits or can't fight back for five counts as per the clock." She nodded toward the digital clock on the wall. "I don't think any other rule is necessary, do you?"

Isa readied herself, eyeing Carter to make the first move, figuring out his opening gambit that would dictate the rest of the match.

 

[Bevatoria]

Carter wouldn't call himself an anticipatory person, as that wasn't what had caused him to be so successful in many facets of ilfe. It wasn't that he didn't plan for things, but he would definitely not call himself someone who thought through every possible contingency. His strength - and Henrique would agree with him - was his reactions ability.

Both in Jiu Jitsu, and in life.

And so, when Isa responded quickly, "Oh, so you think just because I teach children now that you can wipe the floor with me?"

Carter responded directly. "Perish the thought." For once, he actually hadn't meant to insult Isa, and he was almost insulted that she'd come to that conclusion before he'd thought of it. So, he decided he'd imply that he was making fun of her. That was an acceptable substitute.

Now, the result was not what he expected. Their banter was playful with an edge to it, as if they both knew they didn't like the other but had to maintain something resembling decorum in public. But her response was cutting, and direct.

"Let's do it. Right here, right now, so I can spare you the humiliation of being seen by other students. We still have one more mat. Or are you too chicken to have your skinny ass whipped?"

Skinny ass? His ass was not skinny, and his expression tightened. She'd challenged him, and he'd been about to put the other mat away. "Oh, I won't be the one being spared." She was challenging his manhood, and Carter wouldn't let that go down.

"Tell you what. Just to be even, I'll even get into a gi so you have something to hold on to like in a real tournament." Cater saw her wink and a little unnatural surge of excitement at the thought of Isa winking at him, his gaze focusing on her tight little ass as she went back to the locker room. His mind wandered; she was an incredibly attractive woman, he knew, and the fact they were about to get into a physical confrontation was...it was almost as if he knew how dangerous it was.

It was why Henrique barred the practice. The classes could train together, but sparring had to say in gender. There was too much dangerous of the rubbing of bodies, of holding power over another, turning primal.

Turning...raw. Sexual.

The silly grin on her face didn't defuse the tension he was feeling, but Carter relaxed, moving towards the mat. The only one left. The way her chest heaved, the little glimpse of skin beneath the gi told him that she hadn't thrown anything else on under it. Generally, girls wore shirts or tank tops or...well, something other then their underwear.

He had a grey undershirt under his black ki, and shorts as well, as he moved across from her. "So, rules...No outs. A round is lost when one of us submits or can't fight back for five counts as per the clock. I don't think any other rule is necessary, do you?"

He nodded at the clock after her. "Yeah. Best of 3." Although that was usually the standard. He watched her pose carefully. As someone who preferred to react rather then set the pace, Carter wanted her to move first.

The problem was...she knew that to, and would wait him out. And frankly, she'd challenged him, and was bigger and stronger then her. He should move first.

And so, after they bounced around a bit eying each other - staying out of arm's length - Carter jolted in first, almost looking like he was going to tackle her midsection, but really intending to spin around and try to get behind her so he could pin her arm or neck for a quick submission.

Carefully, of course. Wouldn't do to have any sparring cause injury...

 

[asetikish]

Carter's eyes looked at her with a predatory focus. It was normal to look at a competitor that way, but it felt like targeted desire. Which was obviously just her projecting her own feelings of attraction to him. It was common knowledge that they didn't like one another--and a personal knowledge that they hated one another. If there was any longing or desire, that was hers and hers alone. She should never have peeked at him taking a shower. And she should have had a boyfriend to make her feel wanted instead of insanely projecting such feelings of desire to an enemy.

Isa took a deep breath to calm herself and watched him closely as they tested the ground circling one another. If she had to be completely honest, she hadn't had a good match in a long time, but any martial art mastered would come back to her quickly. She could feel it returning--she was just not sure how much still haven't come back to her.

Looking at him, she could see the grey undershirt inside his gi--a very tight undershirt that hugged his muscles very well. It didn't show much, but it reminded her of what she saw in the shower.

Damn it, Isa. Knock it off! This is a serious match!

With the assurance of a master, Carter charged. Isa was about to brace herself, but noticed a slight shift in his ankle. He closed the distance too quickly, that instead of deflecting the attack, she got light on her feet instead, twisting as he spun to her back. Her arm lashed out snaking around his neck to lock it between her arm and her body, his shoulder pressing against her ample breast. She grunted feeling both the impact and a sudden jolt that went down her groin.

Isa shook herself out of the distraction. This was no time to be gentle. It was a win or lose match and she was not going to lose.

She growled and put her feet off the ground to try and bring him down with him using her own weight.

 

[Bevatoria]

He was trying to feel out his opponent, and Carter realized about halfway into his move that it was too quick for Isa. Closing the gap and staying out of the 'red zone' in jiu jitsu was important, but it was also about control. And Carter was used to sparring bigger and stronger opponents then Isa.

Although certainly not more capable ones. Not that he seemed to be conscious of that fact at the moment.

He felt her shoulder pushing into her chest, and hesitated. Not because he feared the physical contact, but because it wasn't what he expected. When he'd run into men, they were solid; either with muscle, or - as a still lingering shoulder bruise reminded him - bone. But he managed to jab Isa right partially her breast, and it gave. She was soft, yielding, and the sensation reminded him of who he was competing with. A woman.

The feeling of vulnerability she gave him threw him off, and he felt her legs wrap around his to twist him down. He had aimed poorly, and soon she was on top of him; he could feel her grabbing his gi.

He tried to twist around, but she again used his momentum against him and had her legs around his in a heel hook; Carter had underestimated her ability...and he hit the mat three times, not wanting to push his luck just yet. "Guess you win that one."

It had been a quick bout. Had he gone easy on her? Carter wouldn't admit it but she'd thrown him off, and he took a moment to dust himself off. The next time, he wouldn't go down easily...

 

[asetikish]

No matter the technique, no matter what anyone said, she realized one thing: for two opponents equally matched in skill, it was still more difficult to win as a woman when fighting a man. Not only did she have excess baggage (i.e. her breasts), but his size, mass and strength put her in a clear disadvantage. Which meant she had to pull out all the stops. She needed surprise and trickery to win.

Isa quickly held his torso between her legs and used every trick in the book to gain advantage. She tried to ignore the fact that she was battling a very attractive man, but pulling his gi revealed more of the shirt that clung to his form. Part of her cursed not seeing his bare chest, part of her was relieved that there were no distractions for her.

Three times, Carter tried to get up. Failing that, she was surprised that he surrendered. But maybe she shouldn't have been surprised. When in a huge disadvantage, it was better to quit and reset. That was a good tactic.

She got off him and offered her hand to help him stand. "Taking it easy on me? Don't bother."

Round two. This time, Isa didn't hesitate. She needed surprise to win, so she did the unexpected. She rushed his thigh grabbing hold of one of them with her arms while attempting to sweep the other. That was a mistake as she forgot the weight difference...

 

[Bevatoria]

Carter scowled at her asking him not to take it easy on her, but it was accompanied by a challenging grin -accepting her hand up- as they started their second bout. He had barely gotten into a defensive posture when she rushed him. His dodge was far too late as she got a hold of his thigh, and attempted a leg sweep.

His mind realized how absurd it was, but upon further reflection the tactic made sense to him, because she was making the same mistake he was. They were not used to facing each other; facing a smaller/larger person of the same gender was not the same thing as one of the opposite gender. And so when she tried to sweep him, she essentially swung around his legs, allowing him to grab her gi and plant himself on top of her chest.

In grabbing her gi, however, his hand brushed the skin of her breast. It was one thing to accidentally feel another guy's chest when he was wearing a tank top, but Ida's skin felt much different. A little feeling of excitement went through him, and even as he tried to focus on putting her in an armlock, his eyes couldn't help but look down her top in his peripheral vision, seeing the sexy underwear she'd put on...

They were perpendicular to each other now - him on top of her - and as she struggled he tried to hug her arm to attempt to force her to submit...

 

[asetikish]

Isa grunted as she tried to rectify her mistake. Too late. The momentum was on Carter's side and all she could do was actively defend against a pin he was trying to put her in. But even as she put her mind on not losing, it was hard to concentrate. Not when his hands slid over her skin and unwittingly mauled her breast. She gasped at the feeling and his weight on top of her...

Damn it, Isa. This is not the time to get aroused! She expelled a breath and bucked her hips trying to get him off her and get him in a sweep. In, response, he moved forward to hug her arms and keep her from moving.

In retrospect, she should have just tried to use her legs to get the sweep, but now he was too low for her to attempt that. Again, she just bucked, her hips met his and she was becoming more and more aware of their bodies meeting. Of her legs tangling with his and her skin touching his chest. His heavy breathing blew puffs on her slowly heating skin making it tingle.

Henrico was right. Men and women should not be doing BJJ together. At least, not when they were on the same level and sparring as if they were in a competition. If she didn't get out of this, she might just become more aroused rather than angry that she was in a tight spot. And as this experience was showing, her brain wasn't performing very well with even a hint of arousal. What she needed to do was refocus. She couldn't lose to him!

Isa expelled a breath, sighing. "Fine. This round is yours."

 

[Bevatoria]

Carter grunted as the two of them struggled together on the mat. He felt her pushing back against him, using whatever leverage her body could get against him, unable to do so both due to the position he had her in and their relative body sizes. However, she was having an effect on him...it just wouldn't get him off of her. Not quickly, anyways.

The tangle of limbs and bodies that was jiu jitsu often led to some indecent rubbing and some akward positions. To win, you couldn't worry about hitting another guy's junk or unintentionally winding him (although there were strict rules against intentionally doing it; besides, Carter had always felt like going for it would earn retribution in kind, if not during the match then karmically from the universe). But neither had he ever been in a match with an attractive woman who he had something resembling emnity for.

It was that emnity that sent a surge of excitement through him as he felt her midsection rub against his. It was her most intimate area, still shielded by two layers of clothing, but it was right against him. His member which was hardening rapidly. Even when they disentangled a bit - and he got her arms for a pin- his mind was still rushing. It was one thing to spar with someone he was attracted to, since there was still a looseness to it. An innocence. But here, he could feel it; the need to do more then just win...but to put her in her place.

Again: the male/female dynamic made it dangerous. Beating some jock or entitled asshole during a sparring match was its own release of testosterone. But feeling her under him, struggling, was putting some naughty thoughts into Carter's head. He was so distracted with them that he didn't hear her the first time she acquiesced, bringing himself up with a start after his brain became conscious of the words she'd said.

Carter pushed himself up with a start, reaching down his hand to help her up even as his gaze was elsewhere. His mind wasn't, though, and he took a few breaths. It had only been a few minutes, but their matches had been quick, and he'd been through a long evening already. "Need some water." He said, going for his water bottle and takking a rather large gulp. If Isa wasn't here, he might've dumped some on his forehead, too, and as it was a few drops splashed down on his neck and undershirt when he walked over to the bench area near his gym bag to get a drink.

He was thirsty, but he needed to cool down. To calm himself, on more ways then one. Carter was losing control, and even as jiu jitsu was about control, right now he wasn't concerned about losing the match.

Right now, he was worried about what would happen if he won. If he had her under him again. If her gi was open, showing her bra clad chest even a tiny bit. Feeling her strong legs, imaging what she was wearing under her slacks.

He put the bottle down and looked at her. Her gi had parted just a bit...he could see a bit of her cleavage. Maybe it was the angle he was looking at.

Carter waited for Isa to get in spot, his eyes looking on her determinedly.

His mind, however, was focused on lust, and he made his move towards her the moment they started. It was hardly a jiu jitsu move, though, as he went for her shoulders and all but pushed/shoved her to the ground in what could hardly be called a jiu jitsu move.

That did leave a lot of angles to escape, though, and Carter went to grab her hip to try to spin her over...

 

[asetikish]

"Hey!" Carter visibly shook when Isa raised her voice. "I said you win."

He promptly stood getting off her and strangely she felt...a loss of sorts. Her body recognized that it was missing warmth and strength. She mentally growled at herself as she took his hand and stood. She was just probably without a guy for far too long. And yes, seven years was too long. Maybe she could get a guy in a bar after this and just satiate that nagging arousal she had been getting. BJJ was not the time and place for it.

"Need some water."

Isa watched as he walked to his gym bag. His broad shoulders radiated the same aura of a powerful predator. A small shiver ran down her spine that she quickly stamped down. One last match. One last win and she would go and fuck someone.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, sport, She scoffed at herself. There's no way you can sleep with a guy you don't know. It's why you've gone without sex for seven bloody years.

Across her, Carter stared and she caught herself staring at him too. She followed where his eyes looked and saw that her gi was a bit disheveled showing more tHan a bit of cleavage. She blushed and fixed her gi as nonchalantly as she could, trying to appear like she didn't notice him staring.

Maybe challenging him was a bad idea, but she couldn't back down now. One round left. One deciding battle. And she was ready for anything.

Or rather any BJJ move, but not the tackle he did. It was pure brute force that had no technique. No finesse. She went down, grunting as she felt winded by the fall. She blinked and growled as she flet her hands on his hips. This time, her instincts kicked in. Her torso lifted and twisted to his right, her arms circling around his chest and her legs wrapping around his trying to sweep him to his back, pressing her body against him to gain leverage.

 

[Bevatoria]

Carter heard her growl, and the idea of her losing control was an incredibly appealing one...but he still had a match to win. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself. His grip on her hips slipped, as her pants did not quite have the same material that her gi did, and in any case the force of her spin made it almost impossible for him to hold on without giving up significant leverage of his own.

So he let her do so, but his 'free' hand was not so idle. As he did go to his back, he attempted to use the momentum she'd created against her, intending to put her on her back. But the move failed, and she was still on her side - he still *mostly* on his front - and her arms still around his chest, for the moment.

His right arm was pinned in between her body and his, and so he reached with his left hand to grab her gi, managing to pull the firm garment open just a bit in his attempt to dislodge her from her rather clamped position on him. Even as her strong limbs managed to hold on, she was moved just enough so that his right hand was free.

Carter jerked his arm around, and in doing so his right hand was wedged between her legs. He should have involuntarily jerked it away; when the match had started he had no designs on feeling Isa up, or doing anything except putting her in her place.

Now, though, he...well, still wanted to put her in her place. Just in an entirely different way. His hand rubbed between her legs again, an attempt to get free, maybe, or maybe in a way that foreshadowed to Isa what he really wanted...

The large, strong man grunted at his lack of leverage, his left hand still on her gi. In an entirely acceptable grabbing position for Jiu Jitsu. However, his move was...not entirely standard, as even as his left hand pulled harder on her gi to try to dislodge her- opening up the gap even further - he rolled the opposite way to try to get on top of her, in a textbook mount position.

To do something entirely not in the textbook.

 

[asetikish]

Carter's lack of technique let Isa roll on top of him, but nor for long. Using his size and strength, he swept her, but, she was was able to stop it and ended up locked side by side. By then, Isa was starting to breathe harder, mostly due to exertion, but part of it was also due to the fact that their bodies were rubbing together. Her unbound breasts and his muscled chest rubbing against one another.

Oh, Isa could definitely not feel anything when she was teaching her students or demonstrating moves--even in tournaments, she had no problems. But there was something about this instance. This position. This partner. Something that were driving her systems wild.

He jerked and she held on tighter. She knew that if she lost the hold, he could gain the upper hand, and she did not want to have that. And then his hand moved between her legs. She gasped through her heavy breathing and her hold loosened a bit as pleasure shot up from her groin to her spine, spreading throughout the rest of her body.

She shook her head trying to shake the feeling off, but his rubbing was incessant. All it took was one moment to loose control and a small moan escaped her lips before she bit down on her lips again. But that jolt of pleasure was all it took for him to get enough leverage and pull on her gi--hard enough that it started to come loose revealing her bra-clad breasts to him, jiggling with movement as she tried to regain control.

 

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Carter couldn't have told you whether it was the little moan that escaped her when his hand slid between her legs, or more of her bra-covered breasts (and with how lacy and thin the garment seemed to be, calling her breasts covered was somewhat generous) that caught his attention first. More likely, it was some combination and weighting of both that caused his cock to stir further under the thick uniform he wore, something meant to hamper typical male feelings and desires. Brazilian jiu jitsu was meant to be peaceful, serene, and with the person in control at all times; it was a key tenet of making it work. Not being rash, or impatient, or...well, typically male.

Especially when it came to things like sexual desire.

His other hand did finally come free, and his gaze saw Isa askew, her gi mostly open (although far from off), most of her bare chest revealed to him. He did finally do her the favor of letting go of the garment, and his left hand went towards the back of her neck, his thumb pressing a bit into her throat as he did. Again, not an intentional gesture, but another one that might send the wrong signal if he had lingered on it. The signal of wanting to dominate Isa in another way entirely.

Certainly, the way his eyes kept on darting to her breasts - no, her tits - at any free moment did. Her bra-clad tits. His left hand found the back of her neck, grabbing her gi and pulling on it. It was a move designed to get her on the ground, under him, but it also further put pressure on the considerable gap in the front of her gi, pressuring it to widen further. For the garment to start slipping down her arms.

But at least that was a defensible jiu jitsu move, circumstances notwithstanding. His right came towards her as he jerked around, attempting to center himself on her and get Isa off of his side. The right hand, which had been between her legs before, attempted to do so again, but this time no longer satisfied with the fabric that had impeded his unintentional gesture. This time, it went for her pants and forced its way down into them. Under them, straight to her panties.

The primal part of Carter's brain that was increasingly directing his moves had too know if she wanted it as much as he did. If the bulge that was growing in his pants and boxers would be matched by a matching desire between her legs. If her moan was unintentional, or of it meant she was getting turned on too...

 

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Ida grunted as his hand came away free and went to the back of her neck. Her hold, now useless as he was able gain leverage, loosened as she tried to get him at another angle. She tried to ignore his glances at her chest, which was distracting her. Her only hope was that it distracted him too.

Repositioning herself, she aimed to get his head in another headlock--until another surprised stopped her. He pulled the collar at the back of her gi down and it started to give, revealing her shoulders and the rest of her breasts covered by a flimsy bra that hid little to the imagination and gave very little support. They bounced and jiggled as she struggled, her arms getting trapped as the gi opened further, revealing her flat stomach even as the belt still cinched her waist.

This gave Carter the edge to push her back flat down onto the mat. She struggled, twisting and writing under him, not noticing his hand until it landed on her panty-covered hairless pussy. She yelped and glared at him.

"What do you think you're doing, you bastaaaaahhhh..." she moaned biting her lower lip, closing her legs as he rubbed her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as every erotic nerve in her body lighted up, surpised that she was getting aroused by being overpowered, body bared and open, arms trapped, and pussy starting to get damp as his fingers played her exactly the way she did herself. Damned spare gi. She should have just worn her old one.

Isa was tempted to give up, but doing so now would concede that he won. She tried to hang on as her breasts heaved with each heavy breath waiting for that moment when he would be too engrossed and she could overpower him. But even as he rubbed, she was losing parts of her sanity. Her body craved for this and she couldn't stop it.

"Get off!"

 

[Bevatoria]

Isa's choice of words at the end was fitting, and Carter couldn't help but smirk as she squirmed under his body. It was more then just struggling to get out, though, he could tell she was struggling to keep something else in. Some sort of repressed desire, and even as the hand inside of her pants kept working, one finger pushing inside of her, his other hand jerked from behind her head to pull at the belt near her waist, loosening it so it would no longer keep her gi restrained.

Carter wanted to see all of her, but he would take his sweet time (relatively speaking) in doing so. After all, now she was pinned under him, and as he pulled his other hand towards her chest, he grinned lasciviously as - while still fingering her - his strong hand went for her bra covered chest and started to squeeze the left orb - barely covered by the thin material of her underwear.

Unfortunately, while opening up her gi had left her body exposed to him, it did leave him much fewer avenues to try to grab her by in a way that would actually win him the match, and soon he found himself on his back, staring up at her straddling him now as his hands were jarred out from her intimate areas, although his efforts clearly had had an effect on her in more ways then one.

As his cock continued to stir, Carter's mind had already decided that he wouldn't exactly be winning this match in a traditional fashion. With Isa on top of him - and with her likely trying to end this before she got humiliated any further - Carter grunted, pushing himself up as he reached for her chest. Normally, this would be going for the lapels of her gi to try a grab or twist.

However, there was nothing up there right now but her breasts, and he intended to see how sensitive she was there as he grabbed each of her hefty orbs and squeezed roughly, using the fabric of her bra to further the stimulation on the sensitive area...it felt like he could undo the catch so easily if he wanted to, as Isa had been kind enough to wear one with a catch on the front...

 

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Cursed hormones. Cursed lust! Isa's body responded to him in every way that was bad for her. Her pussy started to get wet, coating his finger. Her body writhed uncontrollably and it was all she could do not to moan as her breathing got quicker and shallower. She mewled as his hand grabbed her breast, but it was also a snapping point.

Isa knew she was going to lose and get raped if this continued. Roaring, she pushed aside all her desires as she did a classic BJJ move. She grabbed his hand, and pulled it away from her pussy, groaning. She tucked her legs in between them then wrapped them around his torso,squeezing her legs together before sweeping him onto his back.

Panting, she realized how much her body was exposed to him. She needed to cover herself, but doing so would give him leverage enough to reverse their positions again. The slight hesitation gave him the opening he needed to grab and maul her breasts through her flimsy bra. She groaned, nipples hardening feeling more and more aroused and wet as his large hands played with her plump breasts.

She growled shaking her head and grabbed his wrists pushing his hands down over his head as she leaned forward using her body weight to push down against his hands, her breasts hovering over his head.

"You filthy rapist! What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

 

[Bevatoria]

They were both breathing heavily, but Carter's breathing was joined by a hiss as she managed to yank his hands off of her chest. Still, it was pretty easy to see the effect his forced molestation had had on her, as her nipples were poking through the thin fabric; he didn't need the close up view he was getting now as she leaned over him, struggling to keep him down.

Well...it wasn't much of a struggle. Isa had great leverage on him, and the view he was getting - combined with where she was straddling him - meant it didn't take much convincing for him to stay down. She was on his torso, but it wouldn't take much of a nudge to-

"You filthy rapist! What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Carter grunted as he tried to push her up. "Can't rape the willing." He shot back, his somewhat glistening hand proof of her arousal. "I thought you were enjoying it..." He tried to push himself up again, but Isa's grip was too strong, and all he did do was manage to brush his head against her breasts a bit, not exactly what he had in mind.

But her position was shifting on him, and the exposed young woman was unbalanced, and off kilter, in more ways then one. The combination of her exposure, his burgeoning rivalry with her, and the physical exertion they were both putting into this match was an intoxicating, dangerous concoction.

He suddenly jerked his left arm upwards, which seemed to throw Isa off just enough for her body to fall a bit. Carter might've been able to wait and have his head in the middle of her chest - which wouldn't have been an entirely unwelcome position - but his objective was to weaken her position on his torso, and dislodge her hold or get back on top of her again so he could do what he wanted to her.

"Don't lose your grip on me." He teased, pushing his hips up as his hardness barely teased her backside - Isa was sitting too far up on Carter for him to grind up directly against her. "When you do...you might not like what happens next."

He jerked his head up again, biting at her breasts mockingly as the ludicrous thought ran through him of trying to undo the catch with his teeth.

"Or you might love it."

He twisted a bit under her, as if searching for a way to get out, but all Carter's mind was thinking about was what he'd do to her when she was under him, pinned and unable to resist.

 

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"I thought you were enjoying it..."

Isa grunted as he shifted then scowled. "In your dreams, you asshole!" She wondered if she should forget BJJ and just punch him, but she found that she couldn't. Which was strange. Any other guy and she would have punched and kicked him like crazy for even trying to molest her. He did and she didn't even land a blow.

The more he shifted, the more she shifted downward, their bodies rubbing until her legs were around his pelvis instead of his waist. She grit her teeth trying not to feel the arousal that was radiating off her body. But apparently, she wasn't the only one feeling the tease as her ass touched his hard on. Her jaw clenched even more as his head brushed her now sensitive breasts.

Carter jerked his hand and the left side of her body followed not willing to let him go. She knew she should end this quickly or she would definitely have problems the longer this dragged on. Sure, Carter was a hunk that most of the women swooned over, but Carter has always been...well, a rival to her. She didn't know why. They weren't of the same gender. They really didn't even trash talk or irk other so much. She just...she didn't like it when he was acting so much better than her. Never mind their differences.

The only problem in this situation was how to end it quickly. She wasn't exactly in the right position for a move to pin him without giving him leverage. Anything she did would give him an opening even if she moved quickly.

Carter spoke and ground his hips against her pelvis making his erection rub against her bubbly ass. It didn't matter that they were still covered in layers of clothing, but they both knew the action was affecting them both.

Isa took a deep breath to calm herself, only holding her breath right smack int he middle as Carter nipped at her tits. She bit her lips as she moaned trying to silence them, hoping that he didn't hear through their heavy breathing. She shook herself trying to think of un-erotic things like dead babies and the war in Syria, but she couldn't help but get distracted by his teeth scraping against the thin fabric, catching her sensitive nipples as they stiffened even more in response to his ministrations.

"I hate it! Stop it right now!"

Isa tried to keep a tight rein on herself, but her body was rebelling, crying out for more. She shouldn't be enjoying this, and yet she was! What was wrong with her? Her arms trembled from the extension he forced her to hold him with and her body fell on top of him, his face buried between her breasts, her hands, loosening their grip a bit and her legs out of place from their tight hold.

One things she could not do was let his know how very wet and aroused she was and how she was losing control over her body...

 

[Bevatoria]

"I hate it! Stop it right now!"

Carter probably would have believed Isa had he not heard her moans a short moment before, and his efforts to stretch her out were rewarded by feeling her body slip on top of him; her legs no longer trapping him, her hands no longer finding purchase on his wrist.

Still, she was on top of him, and it wasn't as if she'd probably go quietly.

Carter shifted to his left, but only enough to get out, and not enough to flip them over to continue their game of merry-go-round; what he wanted to do next would involve him on top of her, yes, but not with her facing upwards. He quickly wrestled himself out of her grip, and shot out with his legs to try to keep her facing down on the floor; she was disheveled and out of sorts, but a moment's inaction would give her an opening.

Soon, he was straddling one of her legs, and then - pressing with his hands into her back - his weight was on her thighs. Carter reached under her, pulling her torso towards him and bending her awkwardly; his midsection rubbing into her ass, his chest against her back. He reached around her as they struggled, his hands finding a familiar place, with a different objective this time.

They found her bra, but this time, they undid the catch on the front, pausing only for the briefest of rubs on her bare nipples as her chest came free. Pushing her back down towards the mat, he grabbed her gi and pulled it down her back, taking her bra with it as her bare back was mostly exposed, the sleeves still hanging on her lower arms and wrists.

With one arm, he hooked it inside of one of her arms and bent it awkwardly, and Carter whispered into her ear. "Submit."

His other hand went to her now bare chest, and squeezed her right breast hard, his fingers rolling her hard nipple as he pulled her back towards him.

 

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Isa felt him move and as her training taught her, she should move with him, but he was quicker than he expected. Either that, or the stimulation on her body was slowing her down. Either way, she wasn't able to move with him and quickly found herself facing the mat.

Isa could feel Carter's weight on her thighs as she tried to push herself up, but it only helped him with his purpose as he bent her backwards. It wasn't enough to hurt, but the stretch rendered her vulnerable enough that she found herself half naked on her front. Her ample tits jutting out proudly and perky tipped with rock hard nipples as they were exposed to the air.

"Stop it!" She hissed as his hand brushed her sensitive breast.

Arm trapped, Isa couldn't do anything but writhe against him making her soft ass rub against his torso as Carter pushed her back down trapping her arms with her own clothes.

Isa grunted as she felt her arm twist at an awkward angle making it easy for Carter to lift her up as her torso followed without resistance.

"Submit."

His hot breath caressed her skin making it tingle, but she grit her teeth not wanting to lose to him or the sensations she was feeling.

"No. Never, you filthy cheater!" She jerked making her tits bounce with every limited movement. His hand squeezed her beast hard and she stopped an uncontrollable moan escaping her lips as she felt her pussy tingle with every twist on her nipple.

Isa's breathing was becoming ragged as Carter held her helpless. Her BJJ training flying out the window as he molested her body--and her body responding in his favor. She knew she had long been needing a good, hard fuck, but this was just too unconventional. She knew she wanted a strong man, but Carter was so dominant...and she was awakening to the fact that this was what she wanted. But it was Carter, so she won't say that to his face.

Once more she tried to struggle, but only managed to press her breast even more in his hand. Her ass wiggled enough that every jerry movement rubbed the tip of his hardening manhood through the thick cloth.

"Let go you asshole," even as she said it, her voice was husky, and added to her ragged breathing, it reflected exactly what she wanted but dared not say, more...

 

[Bevatoria]

His own breathing got deeper, and Carter's body was tensing with every word and movement Isa gave in response."No. Never, you filthy cheater!" Her moans told him otherwise, and the feel of her body trying to pull away was only inflaming the primal sexual desire that was coursing through him. Through both of them, he was guessing, although he couldn't say for sure even if her moans hinted at what she really wanted.

"Let go you asshole," More words of protest, but between her ass rubbing against his hardon, and the tone of her voice going deeper into that lustful tone he always loved hearing from women - although he'd never dreamt in a million years he'd be hearing it from Isa, or that he'd ever want to hear it. Being attractive was different from being desirable, and having her here like this, struggling yet seeming to want his depraved attentions...he was starting to crave her.

"No."

He responded, continuing to maul her breast for a while as he bent her arm a little further back. After a bit, he didn't exactly tire of squeezing her firm, ample breast, but he needed that arm elsewhere. He shifted so he wasn't straddling her, but so that one knee was in between her legs - a risky moved that gave her a bit of leverage, so he twisted her arm a bit more, leaning in.

"You'd better get out, Isa..." He taunted, slapping her ass. It wouldn't hurt - well, he thought it wouldn't with how tight her ass was - but he was demeaning. "...otherwise I'm going to do more then just grope you a bit." Another slap to her ass.

"I'm going to strip you naked and fuck you stupid."

Even saying it made him shiver, and to emphasize his intent, he grabbed her pants and started to pull them down her ass. He couldn't get them off - especially when he was pinning one of her legs - but he wanted Isa to fear what was going to happen. What he said he'd do.

Or maybe to eagerly await it's arrival.

 

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Isa yelped the first time he slapped her ass forgetting that she had a bit of leverage when he removed his weight from her. It was a hard slap, but it didn't sting with her pants still on. Instead, she felt another jolt between her legs as she felt helpless unable to deflect his blows, her needy pussy getting wetter parted by his one knee. Another slap and she gasped, her hips bucking as another jolt lanced through her core making her mewl, his words inflaming her desire even more.

"I'm going to strip you naked and fuck you stupid."

As the words rolled out of his mouth and onto her skin, she shivered, images of how he would sexually dominate her flooded her mind. She moaned as she pictured herself helpless and as he fucked her over and over. As he controlled her pleasure to feed his own showing who was truly in control. As he turned her body into a sex toy to do as he pleased. As her body shook in the aftermath of their orgasms, his cum leaking from her battered pussy.

In an outward manifestation of her desire, she moaned and writhed as she pulled down her pants. But as it caught in her weight, realization dawned on her. She was agreeing to being raped and abused? What was going on? Why was she urging him on moaning and squirming like a wanton slut. She wasn't. She really wasn't. But she realized her body wanted this--needed this--begged for him to give her a fucking she'll never forget.

Mind and body warred. Part of her was scared of what he was doing. Of the impending abuse she was going to take. This was rape! She didn't ask for this. But her body was asking for it. It had been so long since she had been with a man. And it helped that Carter was a looker with a great body. That he wasn't an insecure pussy was an added bonus. And that he was making her body sing with desire raged a war within her mind. A war that the repulsed part was losing very quickly.

"No..." she breathed. Forgetting her training, she didn't roll as he pulled to gain an advantage. Instead, she pressed her hip down, making it harder for him to pull her pants down to satisfy both the part of her mind that considered this horrible and the other part that told her to continue struggling and enjoy this. Her free leg flailed at nothing but air like a kid with a tantrum.

He tugged again and her body slid along with the cloth, her breast rubbing against the mat and her pussy coming into contact with his knee.

"Fuck..." she gasped finding herself wanting the contact to be more than just a mere brush. Shit...her pussy ached so much she wanted to touch herself to make herself cum just because he wasn't doing enough to make her explode. But she couldn't dare do that with her arms trapped. Not in this situation. Especially not in front of him. If anything was intact in her mind, it was her pride, and she was not going to voluntarily let him know how much she wanted his cock pounding deep into her. How much her pussy wanted to grip his throbbing, hard cock and pull him deeper into her quivering quim.

 

[Bevatoria]

Carter could've sworn he felt Isa shiver under him after he told her what he wanted to do to her - no, what he was going to do - and any skepticism about that was quickly defused as he heard another wanton, needy moan escape her mouth. Her lack of resistance, and furthering of her unintentional communication of her true desires as he pulled her pants down, exposing her ass but little else between her own weight still on there and the fact his knee was still between her legs.

"No..."

Her leg kicked out, and as he continued to pull, he felt her come into contact with his knee. Not just any part of her, though. The one part he really wanted. Carter pushed his knee harder into her as she protested; whether she was protesting the lack of contact or the contact itself was becoming increasingly clear.

"Fuck..."

His right hand - the one that had been pulling her pants down - pressed her chest into the mat, but only so he could let her arms go. Carter was forgetting entirely about BJJ now; his mind having let go of having to win 'that' way. Right now, he wanted to win at something else. His left hand moved to her neck, and he knew that one way or another, the real fight was really beginning now.

Carter grabbed her hair and yanked her up 'gently' (as if one could do that with someone's long hair), but only so his right could grab her gi. It had long since outlived its purpose, and with her arms no longer grabbed, he pulled at the garment roughly, crudely, not caring how she had to bend or twist in order for him to yank it off of her. The sight of her, half naked, her pants around her upper thighs or so, was incredibly exciting.

The gi was still floating to the ground nearby - he had pitched it away from them - as he slapped her bare ass. Once, twice, pulling her head back even more as he moved off of her leg. She was free now (save for his grip on her hair), but as Carter went to pull her pants down further, he knew that if she really wanted out, now was the time, but he quickly bent towards her, twisting her head towards his as he crushed his lips against her, harshly, roughly.

This was no kiss of love, but one of desire, cruel domination as he worked to strip her further, to leave her in nothing but the dainty little panties that had been intended for someone else to see.

Certainly not him.