GRETCHIN’S CHALLENGE
by Webb
Synopsis: Mike finds boxing more painful than wrestling. 

I knew what was coming when I got home that night. Gretchin had 
decided she wanted to box me almost a month ago, and had taken me to 
the calendar and marked the date down, "Gretchin versus Mike."

We had wrestled a number of times, and I had never really beaten her. 
Once I managed to pin her to the mat, but I don't consider it much of 
a win, because she made me pass out in her headscissors hold after 
that. She was never one for pinfalls, just submissions. Still, I kept 
telling myself that boxing is a man's sport because it depends on arm 
strength, and those long strong legs just shouldn't count for much. 
Despite that, I still felt butterflies in my stomach every time I 
thought about the boxing match because boxing seems more violent then 
wrestling in some ways. I'd watched boxing matches during the wait 
with a kind of eerie fascination.

If my friends knew about what we were doing that night, they would 
have thought I was an incredible wimp. I weigh about 175 pounds now 
and I'm tall and thin, not much of an athlete. Gretchin on the other 
hand weighs about 130 and I have a good foot on her. You would think 
with that that she couldn't possible be a threat but Gretchin worked 
out every other day at the gym and she was very confident. Sometimes 
when we were getting ready to wrestle she'd just stare at me and grin 
slightly and I could feel all my confidence drain out of me.

I put my books down and looked around, but the house was quiet. Then I 
saw the note on the refrigerator, "Your trunks and gloves are on the 
bed. Put them on and come downstairs, barefoot."

I felt a little lightheaded as I dressed. It took me a long time to 
get the gloves laced right but finally I succeeded and I went down 
into our basement.

She was standing on the exercise mat, right where I knew she would be 
but she looked a little different than I had expected. She was wearing 
boxing gloves, black bra, panties and nothing else. Her lithe, supple 
body looked stunning. She had put her long red hair into a braid. 
"What took you so long?"

"I couldn't get the gloves laced."

"Get on the mat. We're going to box just like the pros babe, and the 
rounds will be three minutes long."

"How many rounds?" I gulped as I stepped onto the mat. I didn't know 
what to do with my hands. 

"However many it takes for the best woman to win." She grinned at me 
and I saw that she had taken my darkroom timer out and had set it to 
exactly three minutes. She flicked it on and then walked out.

I stepped forward and looked at her as she circled around the mat, her 
hands moving in little circles in the air. I also looked at her bra as 
her breasts kept moving in little circles too. Then she rewarded me 
for my inattention as she fired her glove into my face. I didn't even 
see it coming, she was so fast. I went back a step as I felt my nose 
go numb and her grin widened. She sent her gloves right into my face- 
left, left, then a hard right before I finally got my guard up.

She went to my gut with a series of blows and I started trying to 
concentrate on defense. I stopped the hail of blows for several 
seconds as I tried to think, then fired a punch at her.

She stepped aside of the poorly thrown punch and fired her arm 
straight into my nose again. My head snapped back and I stupidly 
dropped my guard as I reached for my nose, which was bleeding. She 
laughed as she put her entire body into a blow to my gut, I fell down 
to the mat.

I lay there for a second and looked up at her. She looked very big 
right then, her gloves on her hips while she looked down at me with 
that sexy smile on her face. I groaned and got up as she got back into 
position. She had come after me while I wasn't ready, but she wasn't 
going to find it so easy this time.

She came after me with her lightning fast attack and scored on my left 
eye but I caught her in the gut hard. She fell back a step and I threw 
a punch at her head that caught her in the mouth, she simultaneously 
caught me in my sore nose.

I groaned as she caught me and covered up as she hammered on my head. 
She kept firing punch after punch and I fell back step by step until 
my back hit the wall. I rested there for a second until she slammed 
her glove right into my gut three times. She knocked the air right out 
of me and I dropped my gloves to my chest. Her grin widened 
considerably as she hammered me to the side of the head with her right 
hook.

I fought back and caught her in the face again, then struck her to the 
body repeatedly, moving her back a little so we were back on the 
exercise mat. Suddenly she got under my guard, bearhugged me and I 
stopped. I could feel her nipples right through the fabric of the bra, 
burrowing into my chest. I stopped and felt her snuggling up against 
me, even as her arms worked the air out of me, and then her lips 
started to suck on my left nipple. I closed my eyes and looked up at 
the ceiling. "Oh god..."

Then she stepped out of the clinch and brought her fist up under my 
chin, I fell down to the mat.

She placed her foot on my throat. "1...2..." Then the timer rang.

She removed her foot from my throat. "You just made it through one 
round. One minute rest." Her smile was bigger than ever as she stood 
looking down at me. My nose was still bleeding and raw and my eye felt 
sore. I lay there for about thirty seconds resting, then got up.

The timer beeped again and she came out the same way she had before, 
bouncing up and down. I struck first at her, relying on my reach and 
she blocked several blows then slipped several jabs in at my face. I 
finally caught her in the head and stunned her and I quickly took 
advantage. I slammed two blows into her gut and she bent over, I then 
uppercutted her to the head and she went down!

I was stunned as she fell to the mat. I'd never thought I'd really hit 
her but she made it clear she wanted it for real. I started to count 
but on two she got to her feet shaking her head. "Good hit!" she said, 
then quickly lashed me with a hook and the blood started going out of 
my nose again! I brought my gloves to my face to try and stop the 
blood but she hammered my gut with a combination and I started to 
fall.

Incredibly, she grabbed me with her arms and hauled me back up as I 
tottered there, then she let me go. I lowered my gloves a little to 
see what she doing, in time to watch her fire her knee high into my 
gut. I fell to the mat, gasping. She had knocked the air out of me so 
completely I couldn't talk for many seconds. Once again I saw the 
underside of her foot as she stepped on my face.

"That... was... illegal..."

"Right you are babe. Don't worry, I'm not counting you out. I just 
thought you'd feel more at home with me in a victory pose." She moved 
her foot down to my gut and pushed a little, I grimaced as she touched 
my sore spots. I rolled over onto my side and slowly got up. She 
circled around me, feinting jabs at my face then at my body. "Come on 
you big wimp, you can give me more of a fight than this." 

I threw yet another lousy punch at her, I couldn't seem to think 
straight any more. I left myself wide open and she slammed her glove 
into my torso. She kept working on my body, hammering me relentlessly 
right through my defense. Finally the timer gave it's little beep or I 
guess it did because she stopped. As she stepped away from me I 
slumped off the wall and fell to the mat and rested there. This was 
worse than I'd ever feltt in our wrestling matches!

I lay there, recovering on my back until the third round was about to 
start. She just stood there grinning at me, licking her lip 
occasionally. As the beep went off for the third round she brought her 
gloves to her bra and she brought the thumb of the glove under the 
catch, moments later it fell to the mat. I had been erect ever since 
the first round but now I was totally helpless. As the bra fell to the 
mat her left connected with my face, then her right, then her left, 
then her right. With her previous knockdowns it had been just that, I 
had fallen down but this time I felt consciousness start to go. I lay 
stunned on the mat, then I felt a harsh kick to my side and I heard 
her counting. On the count of seven I got back up and threw a punch at 
her which she stepped away from. Then she clinched with me again, I 
felt her breasts driving into my body. As I hugged her to me, she 
worked her left to me and drove it into my gut, then pushed me against 
the wall.

She stepped back, turned to her side and struck me with one of her 
devastating side kicks. It caught me on the temple and I fell to the 
mat. I didn't try to get up this time, she counted to ten.

I felt my trunks go down, her panties dropped on my face. Then she was 
on me.

We both climaxed almost immediately, then she rode me again, this one 
lasting a lot longer. 

I'd been physically afraid of Gretchin ever since our first few 
wrestling matches, but that boxing match was the most intense 
experience we'd ever had. She seemed to enjoy boxing even more than I 
did and from then on we wrestled and boxed every week or so, sometimes 
more often than that. That first match was the only time I ever 
knocked her down, she'd been a little overconfident. After that our 
matches were such massacres even I am kind of ashamed of it. She's not 
as strong as I am, but she is much faster and she has truly knocked me 
out several times now.