Boxing lovers. By Smac. A short, lesbian boxing match. Corrected 28/06/2001 Friday evening came round at last. The moment they arrived back at the flat the worries and hassle of the past week lifted from their pretty shoulders. The weekend was their time, the flat was their place. The two of them relaxed in their bathrobes after each having had a shower. They usually bathed together but all too often took up so much of their valuable time.... They were both blonde, Tracy light yellow to the shoulder and Patty a little darker and down to her breasts at the front and between her shoulder blades at the back. Both admitted to being twenty eight and they'd been living together for over five years. "Hmmm," yawned Tracy, "any plans for tonight?" Patty got up slowly and padded into their bedroom. She came back and gently placed a rolled up towel at Tracy's feet. The gorgeous young woman coyly pushed the towel with her bare foot so that it slowly unrolled. She gasped when she saw the two worn out pairs of black six ounce boxing gloves. She smiled slowly at her lover. "Fuck after we fight?" Patty nodded and bent to roll up the towel. She tucked it awkwardly under her arm and held the other hand out to Tracy. She pulled her up gently and, with her arm still round her narrow waist, they walked into the exercise room. The room smelt faintly of sweat, but the perfume of their warm, scented bodies soon overcame it when they tossed off their gowns and stood before one another. Patty gave her a short, white ribbon and Tracey went behind her, caught her long hair up and tied it at the nape of her slender neck. The towel was unrolled again and the two pairs of boxing gloves fell on the bare wooden floor with a light flop. Tracey faced her lover again and bending, sorted out one pair of the boxing gloves and handed them up to Patty. The scuffed gloves had Velcro at the cuffs but she still watched while her girlfriend pulled them on and closed them round her strong wrists, in case she should need some help. Then she bent once more and grabbed her own pair. She pulled them on with relish, fastened the cuffs and immediately began to pummel her fists together in front of her. They faced one another again. With just the small, black boxing gloves on, their eyes roamed over one another's bare body. Patty's narrow face and tied back hair made her look the less feminine, but her big bulging breasts proved her all woman, her flat tummy and prominent, clean shaven mound of Venus confirmed it. Tracey's forty inch breasts dominated her physique. Her face was the rounder and softer, she was heavier built than her lover. She too flaunted her baby bare fanny. "Come on then," taunted Patty, "see if you can beat me this time." But instead of lashing out at her, Tracy put her right boxing glove behind her friend's head and, pulling her head gently forwards, kissed her wetly on the lips. Patty pulled away and punched her on the forehead, sending her head snapping back, her hair haloing. Tracy shook her pretty head and put her black leathers up under her quivering chin. Patty hit her again, hard. It was a straight punch to just above her right breast and it momentarily took her breath away. She sagged forwards, her gaping mouth nestling in Patty's deep cleavage. She pushed her away. "Come on, fight." Tracey put her fists up again and spat out a crisp left aimed at Patty's face. She jinked her head and countered with a right cross of her own which again stung the already hurting blonde. The thinly padded glove thickened her already full lips. Her eyes began to water and she pawed at her lover. Patty smacked her in the face again and she staggered back, throwing a right uppercut as she did so. It was a lucky punch. The little boxing glove thudded into Paddy's midriff and she bent over, gasping for air. Tracey repaid the punches she'd taken so far, taking advantage of the fact that the other girl's gloves were down over her winded tummy. She could even feel her knuckles impacting on Patty's cheekbones and, with one last big effort, her nose. Patty snorted and drops of blood speckled the upper slopes of her magnificent breasts. Tracy shuddered and she thought, "I'm in for it now." Indeed it didn't take long for the angry girl to nail her against the wall and she wasn't taking prisoners. She first hit Tracey in the face till her nose bled too, then she dug about half a dozen straight lefts and rights into her big, soft tits. She crumpled to the floor and sat back on her haunches, sobbing and watching the blood from her swollen nose dripping into her sweaty cleavage. Patty knelt beside her, gloved hand round her heaving shoulder. "Had enough?" she asked hoping for an affirmative. Their eyes met, "you always have to come out on top don't you?" sobbed Tracey. Patty smiled coyly. Tracey shook her head, flecks of blood from her nose spotted her pinked cheeks, and got up. She raised her boxing gloves and Patty came for her again. She repaid the solar plexus punch she'd had to endure and, with her lover doubled over against the blood spattered wall, shot a stinging right uppercut up between her thighs. Tracey moaned and, with one boxing glove jammed between her legs, fell forwards onto her knees, her poor nose and forehead hitting the bare floor boards with a sickening thud. She rolled over and lay almost in a foetal position with her knees up to her bloody, swollen breasts, one glove over her crotch, the other cupping her streaming nose. The bottom of her fanny lips looked red and puffy where they peeked out between her smooth, sweaty thighs. Patty ripped off her blood smudged boxing gloves and knelt by her lover. "I'm sorry darling," she smoothed her friend's sweaty buttocks like one petting a dog. Then she bent and kissed as much of Tracey's vagina as she could. Tracey grunted, straightened out and rolled wearily onto her back, taking her boxing glove away from her groin and spreading her lovely legs. Patty knelt between her thighs and began to lick and kiss her bare fanny lips, even parting the pink, swollen flesh with her long delicate fingers. Blood, still constantly dripping from her own injured nose, was soon liberally smeared all around Tracey's tummy, mound and thighs. Tracey's hips began to buck and she made it clear to her lover that she was ready to reciprocate. Patty's broke off long enough to get one knee each side of her lover's battered face before getting her head bobbing away at her raw slit. Tracey positioned her right glove under Patty's crotch and, purchasing with her shoulder on the floorboards, let her have it right in the cunt. Patty groaned and sagged onto her deadweight, her wet fanny slapping into her lover's busted mouth. "I'll get you for that next time," she mumbled, smiling on her mouthful of sweaty cunt lips.