The First Time.
By Smac.
Two young girls decide to have a go at boxing.

Corrected 13/06/2001

They'd started  late,  the traffic had been more chaotic than 
usual.  
They knew that an amateur boxing club had the gym booked for the 
session following their weight training and keep fit session, but 
they'd never come close to overlapping till now.  As the two late 
comers tidied up, several young men burst into the hall and began 
both some rowdy horseplay and some more serious boxing training, 
including some fairly intense looking sparring in the ring set up 
in the corner.   The two young women looked at the boxers with 
interest.    In no  time at all  a group of the lads bad  then 
surrounded.
"What's it like?" Mandy asked the obvious question, nodding her 
pretty blonde head towards the ring.
"Good fun, mostly," said one of the boys, just as one of the lads 
in the ring copped a right cross to the nose and blood spurted down 
over his bare chest.
The girls' eyes widened but, on seeing the injured boxer grin 
broadly, they giggled nervously.
"He seems happy enough," joked Steph.
In the ring the two lads continued to smack one another around, 
apparently enjoying themselves whilst letting off steam.
The seed was sown.
On the way home Mandy said, "you know, I wouldn't mind having a go 
at boxing."
"We could stay on after again next week," suggested  Steph.
Over the following weeks they became more or less regulars at the 
lads boxing training.  
Finally Mandy let the bombshell drop.
"Me and Stephanie fancy having a go, can we borrow some boxing 
gloves."
"Why don't you get into the ring now?" suggested several of the 
boys.
"What? in front of all you lot, no chance."
"You'll need someone to look after you," added one of the older 
blokes.
Both girls looked thoughtful.
They parted from the group and then beckoned him over on his own.
"Look," said Mandy, "can you be here an hour early next week?"
"My luck must be changing," he told himself as he returned to the 
business of the evening, already looking forward to the following 
Friday."
The two girls had made him promise to say nothing of their plan to 
box one another.  All he was to do was to borrow two pairs of 
boxing gloves from the cupboard before it was locked up at the end 
of the training session and bring them with him next week.
He grinned as he took out two pairs of new gloves, six ounce, 
both black leather.
"These will sting like fuck."



They were like cats on hot bricks by the time Gary arrived at the 
gym.
"Hi girls," he breezed, "I got the gloves."
Mandy's stomach turned.
They were, as usual, in tracksuits.
Steph made to squeeze between the ring ropes.
"Hang on," called Gary, "we need to get a few things straight 
first."
Stephanie wearily came over.
"Are you just going to play around, or is this for real?"
"Oh we want a fight," smiled Mandy.
"Ok," nodded Gary, "you'll need to box rounds then.   So, how 
many?"
They looked at one another.
"How many rounds do men go?" asked Mandy.
"Amateur, three always, pros up to fifteen," replied Gary.
"Say six then," grinned Mandy nervously. 
Steph nodded.
She made for the ring again.
"Look you can't box in tracksuits," he argued. 
They both shrugged.
They usually went to the local pool for a swim after their 
sessions, and had adopted the idea of wearing their 
swimsuits under their tracksuits, to save time.
They each bent to unlace their trainers, kicking them off and 
placing them neatly on the floor.
Mandy nodded and they pulled their tops over their heads.
It was immediately clear that the baggy suit tops had done a good 
job  of  disguising  the  fact  that  both girls  were  very  large 
breasted.   The tiny cups of their white, shiny bikini tops only 
managed to cover the front of each of the four massive tits and, of course
their nipples.   
But even so their teats could he clearly discerned beneath the 
thin, tight stretchy material.
He swallowed hard whilst the girls got their track suit trousers 
off.
The bottoms matched  the tops  in colour,  both white,  and  in 
brevity.
Their buttocks were all but bare, the panties merely covered both 
prominent pubic mounds at the front.
Gary just couldn't believe that these two beautiful young women 
really intended to box one another with the gloves on.  He even 
began to regret his trick of choosing the lighter,  six ounce, 
boxing gloves for them to wear as he stood blatantly ogling the 
bikini beauties.
"Come on," called Steph, "we'll run out of time soon."
He gave Mandy her gloves to hold whilst beginning actually to glove 
up Steph.
Mandy, of course, tried one of her boxing gloves on loosely and 
gave herself a whack in the face with it.  Her lively countenance 
clouded somewhat.
Steph, once her gloves were tightly laced, began, more sensibly, to 
pack her fists ever tighter into them by pounding them together in 
front of her jutting chest.
Gary finished off Mandy's gloves properly and looked enquiringly at 
each girl.
Both nodded and without further ado he hopped out of the ring and 
dinged the bell.
They were boxing.
They didn't look very expert, Mandy especially.  Stephanie had the 
posture right and was leading off, taking the initiative as she 
always did outside the ring.  She caught Mandy with a couple of 
very respectable left leads before Gary sounded the bell to end the 
first.  Each girl stood in their corner, breasts heaving, a smile 
cleaving each flushed face.   They danced out for the second and 
Mandy's head arced back as she walked into a hard straight right 
from Steph.   If the other girl had had more experience and had 
followed up, the fight would undoubtedly ended there and then.
As it was Mandy stumbled around, gloves up to her face whilst
Steph stood back looking almost apologetic.
"Come on you two, you wanted to box," urged Gary in frustration.
Steph began to slam her leather clad fists into her friend's ribs.  
That brought her gloves down, away from her face.
There  was a  thin trickle of  blood running from one of  her 
nostrils, down over her downy top lip.
More standing back, more urging from Gary.
By the time the second finished Mandy's nose was running quite 
well.
She was very conscious of it and held her gloves out palm up when 
Gary came over to her corner.
"Had enough?" he asked, matter of factly.
"I'm ok," she pouted.
They faced up for the third time.
The unmarked Steph put her down on her bare bottom with a right 
hook to the jaw.
Mandy sat there glassy eyed.
Gary toyed with the idea of stopping it, but she got up of her own 
accord and didn't look too distressed, waiting for Steph to come 
out of the neutral corner.
One cracking straight right to the nose brought bright red blood 
spurting down over Mandy's barely covered breasts.  She didn't go 
down this time.  
Steph stood off again.  
Mandy looked down at her messy front in disbelief.  She began to 
sob and Steph folded into a remorseful heap, struggling to get her 
boxing gloves off so that she could help her friend.
Gary fished a rather dubious handkerchief from his pocket and 
began, most ineffectually, to dab at Mandy's face whilst she hung, 
over the ropes with her head outside that pit of pain, the boxing 
ring.  Her bikini top was ruined, the blood from her nose had run 
all  round  the bra cups and the whole front was blood sodden. 
Uncharacteristically she said, "I'll pay you back for this Steph, 
you see if I don't."