Learning the Ropes Ch. 06

Chapter 6: Debut Bout

It's been two long years in the making and I've grown so much between each chapter. Enjoy the final chapter of my first story.

Along with his orgasmic bliss, a few other things happened all at once. When the first shot of cum hit Lai Chan's mouth, she recoiled, causing the second shot to catch her retreating face. Attempting to steer the flow of liquid away from her, she gripped his shaft and pointed it away from her. Unfortunately, she gripped it a little too hard.

HR was torn from the extremely pleasant feeling of ejaculation by the extremely unpleasant feeling of not being able to ejaculate. His own hand reached down and gripped Lai Chan's wrist, causing her to let go. Like a hose, the built up load shot out farther than usual, this time landing on HR's own face as he rode out what little pleasure remained.

His come down was brief, a mere second before the clarity kicked in and everything that had just transpired came to the forefront. He sat up quickly.

"Lai C-" he paused. Lai Chan currency had her mouth open like a dog having licked something unpleasant. A quick look around and she found that there wasn't much to alleviate her condition so she opted for the simplest. She grabbed a handful of sheets and scrubbed her tongue on it, scraping off all of his seed.

They locked eyes mid scrub and she froze. Slowly she pulled the sheets away and turned her head, a tint of pink on her cheeks.

"What? It still tastes bad." Another rare occurrence of his girlfriend being bashful. Another for the collection.

"I bet it does, but why did you-"

"Oh that's right! I'm supposed to swallow it!" HR stopped her arm as it went to bring the stained sheets back to her mouth.

"Let's not do that. You don't have to if it tastes so bad." He slowly lowered her hand. He then pried the sheets from it and took it in his. "More importantly, why did you..." he wasn't quite sure how to phrase it. Not many people question the origins of a blowjob. A gift horse in the mouth and all that. "Put me in your mouth?"

"Did you not like it?" Genuine, almost innocent confusion spread on her face. He'd almost forgotten how refreshingly new to all this she was. At least compared to anyone else in the gym. Or her family for that matter.

"No, no it was great." All one second of it. " I just meant more as to... why did you do it in the first place?"

"Because Ai told me to." Of course she did.

"But Lai Chan did yo-" Lai Chan interrupted him with a loud sigh and gave him an annoyed look.

"Yes, Hilbane. I wanted to do it too." Getting too many similar vibes from the cafe, and thought of Lai Chan being upset at him, made HR drop that line of questioning.

"Okay, good..." A long second passed as he didn't know how to proceed. Looking at her face did give him an idea. As cute as she looked with his cum on her face, he knew how much of a bitch it was to get off if left to dry.

He let go of her hand and pulled off his shirt, using it as a rag to gently wipe his spunk off of her face. Following his lead, she took a new bundle of sheets and did the same to him. He'd forgotten about that part and it showed on his face. She laughed at his embarrassment. And her laugh caused him to laugh.

During the nice moment of wiping cum off of each other's faces, curiosity got the better of him.

"So... what else did Ai tell you?"

"Not much. She told me that if you ever got too cocky that I should do that to put you in your place. And then she told me she'd tell me more after I told her what happened if I did it." The prospect of having her family so knowledgeable and interactive with their intimate dealings was not very appealing to HR and would be broached later. But in this specific case, he almost didn't mind Ai's meddling. She certainly seemed very... knowledgeable about the subject. Some part of him wondered what the next piece of advice would be. But for now, he focused on this current one.

"I wonder, what could have possibly caused you to use your ace in the hole now, girlfriend?" The beginnings of a shit eating green twitched at the tip of his mouth. He could physically see her joy for being called his girlfriend leave her face because of his tone. They finished cleaning each other and Lai Chan huffed again, turning away. HR reached over and pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her as she avoided his gaze.

"Shut up." His reign of terror would not be quelled with such a weak defense. His voice became ever more slimy as fake sincerity oozed from his facial orifice.

"I'm serious. I mean, you're the best, Lai Chan. Undefeated in the octagon. Beloved member of our gym. Truly a prodigy. A genius. I just can't wrap my head around a situation where someone so great as yourself would need to use a secret technique that someone else gave her as a last resort." His gloating had no desired effect, but it did have some expected ones. Feeling her muscles tense was the only warning he got. But it was the only warning he needed, being so used to fighting her. A short grapple ensued.

As usual, despite the warning, he still couldn't beat her, but he was able to take even more pleasure in her increased annoyance at having taken so long to subdue him. And so there they were, Lai Chan in full mount above him, leaning down with anger in her eyes. HR could feel her wetness as she sat on his exposed midsection.

HR felt more horny than scared, to be honest. Yet another side of her that he hadn't seen before and it was hot as fuck. Besides, she wouldn't actually hurt him... right?

He didn't need to say anything as his smile conveyed all she needed to know. She leaned down towards him.

"Shut up." A low rumble highlighted her words. So she thunders when horny and angry. Good to know. HR only got harder beneath her. The next response was more of a reflex.

"Make me." And the anger ticked up another notch. He'd won. They both knew that. And nothing could change it. Anything from now on would never cancel out that he beat her. Losing to her betters, the few there may be, was not a problem for Lai Chan. But losing to someone she considered, at best, her equal was a whole new feeling. An unpleasant and confusing one that built up intense... feeling within. Feeling that had nowhere to go because nothing could change the past.

HR decided to take a risk with his gloating. His girlfriend was hot and most definitely bothered, and he had another hard on. Two birds with one stone?

"What are you going to do, suck my dick again?" Outlet acquired. All of the unpleasantness rushed towards her groin and needed to be released. Yes. She was going to suck his dick again, and this time win. But win at what? Blowing him again wouldn't be much of a competition.

The throbs of her pussy would not be ignored and it reminded her of the other part of what Ai said.

Much to HR's surprise, and disappointment, Lai Chan didn't ravage him sexually. She instead lifted herself off of his chest. His sadness was not long for the world however as she swung one of her strong, blue thighs over his head and darkness surrounded him.

The lack of sight enhanced the other senses immediately. He could feel the immense heat radiating from something in the dark. Almost as if a fire had been lit but made no light. And his nose could guess what was emanating all that heat. In the enclosed space beneath her sundress, HR's nostrils filled with a single smell. Her. Sweat, natural musk, body odor. Several familiar scents combined together to make something wholly distinct and new. It simply reeked of her. All smugness left him as the smell intoxicated him.

Lai Chan beat him to the punch. "Ai said that if I blew you, you had to return the favor and lick me." The rumble remained behind her voice, but from anger or arousal HR could not tell. Nor care. "So do it." Her sentence was punctuated by her settling down slightly lower on her knees, enhancing the sensory stimulation. And then she took HR into her mouth again. He didn't need any more provocation.

Challenge accepted.

His want to bring pleasure to his girlfriend gave him the strength he needed to slightly ignore the pleasure she was giving him below. At least, enough to crane his neck up and taste her.

The physical aspect was nothing special. It felt a lot like licking your arm or any other piece of skin, only without the hair. And more slimy.

The taste was uniquely pleasant. A slight aftertaste of salt, probably from sweat, the faintest hint of an afterthought of metallic, and... scallops? A bit strange, but nice. Though the mental aspect of this act would amplify the flavor exponentially.

One lick. One lick was all it took to make her his favorite meal. One lick upwards, or downwards for her. His tongue started its journey at the top of her vulva, its tip sneaking in to tease the nub poking out from its hood. He felt her heat scald him as he tilted his head upward, letting the flat of his tongue drag along her folds. He felt her body shiver above him, and her pussy quiver in his mouth. He heard a loud rumble come from the direction of her chest. Her legs tensed and lost some of their composure, closing slightly and cupping his face with her powerful quads. Coincidently, this lathered his cheeks with the copious wetness that had been accumulating on her thighs, marking him with her scent directly.

Even before the end of the lick, his mouth was salivating as her scent embedded itself as a core memory. Pavlov's dog didn't have shit on him. Several more licks followed as he tried to implement techniques overheard at the gym, and performed at him by Jazmin and Flávia. He couldn't help but moan as he licked, the taste of her and what she was doing to him bringing them out of him.

His newfound infatuation with munching his girlfriend's box was only rivaled by the pleasure of her slobbing on his knob. He hated to think of another woman when with Lai Chan, especially when intimate like this, and he definitely didn't want to compare her to anyone else but his mind did wander. He'd only gotten two timid blowjobs from his previous girlfriend, both of which ended shortly after they began and didn't end with an orgasm.

Lai Chan, on the other hand, was a natural. He felt her lick, nibble, and suck on his cock like she'd been doing it forever. Beyond just sucking on it, she'd also seemed to have improved upon her handjob technique. Her hand moved in fluid motions, sometimes stopping to rub her thumb on his crown. When free from the thumb, her head was assaulted by kisses and licks, even to go so far as to run her tongue under the ridge. He once again had to wonder how much of this was Ai's teaching and how much was her natural talent for anything physical.

The sounds she made while doing it made him wonder if the sounds he was making were that hot to her. In any case, he wanted to add to her pleasure in an attempt to draw out more thunder. It was very handy after all, having a surefire cue to how you were doing in bed. His hands reached up and felt her stomach through the dress and found her muscles taught. He then realized the position they were in.

Both of her hands were in use, either stroking him, fondling his balls, or some other pleasurable act, which left nothing to support her upper half. As his fingers traced her abs, he felt them tremble at this touch, but not tense. For the already were. For the past few minutes, she'd essentially been doing a modified plank, only using core strength to hold herself up. He could feel wet spots on her dress from sweat starting to build up.

As much as he know she liked to work out, this couldn't have been the best possible experience. So he put one arm on her waist and hooked the other around one of her strong legs and tipped them over.

With a small yelp as she landed, HR had expected some comment or even a spar to ensue. But instead he was rewarded for his actions. Now that her legs no longer served as her support, one of them shifted and bent at the knee using her calf to push him further into her crotch in a makeshift triangle hold as she redoubled her efforts on his cock. Even though he didn't get a verbal thanks, her midsection was certainly appreciative, as the muscles were lax and now twitched only when his hands ran across them.

Unfortunately for him, all good things come to an end. And he could feel his end approaching, fast. He reckoned no one would survive very long if Lai Chan came at them seriously, in bed or otherwise. But he was her teacher. Her boyfriend. And now, somewhat her rival. His pride as all three would be tarnished if he were to cum first.

He could tell she wasn't very far off as well. Her mound had grown more... erratic with each passing lick. The fact that, at times, her technique switched to simply jerking him off showed that her mind was elsewhere.

To help her along, he focused his oral manipulations on her clit. His mouth closed atop the nub and lightly sucked as his tongue tried it's damnedest to peel the hood back further.

Of course, Lai Chan would never go down without a fight. In the face of such pleasure, she rallied enough to get her mouth back around his dick and suck away.

It was a close one. But he won. Again.

Several things cued him in on his victory. Such as Lai Chan's modified triangle getting uncomfortably tight, her thighs flexing and squeezing his head, the contractions from her pussy he could feel on his mouth and nose, and deep rumbling he felt start from her abdomen before erupting out of her as thunder. If her thighs hadn't left him all but deaf, he would have probably worried for his hearing.

He gave it a few extra heartbeats to cement the win, and then let go himself, joining his girlfriend in the blissful climax of carnal pleasure.

His come down was interrupted by his loving, angry girlfriend. She had laid beside him during her orgasm, but upon recovering she reclaimed her spot atop him, looking down from above.

Like before, the very first thing he noticed was how hot she was when she was mad. The second thing is how she looked even MORE worked up than before their 'rematch.' He couldn't help but once again think about how quickly she was becoming acclimated to these things. The first time they were together, she passed out immediately. Now, much like her training and fights, her sexual stamina seemed limitless.

To the victor goes the spoils, and HR planned on reveling in the moment. The grin reappeared on his girlfriend-juice slathered face.

"I win, again." A rumble from deep within her. But her response ignored the slight.

"Shut up and fuck me." A request he was all too happy to oblige. At least he would have if the door didn't slam open.

In stormed Ai, looking just as angry as Lai Chan. And comparatively hot.

"You little shit!" The first words out of her mouth let HR know that she may have been angry, but was not the same type of sexy angry his girlfriend was. He wondered what he did until he noticed that her eyes were fixated on Lai Chan.

"But I lock-"

"Master keys exist," Ai commented, casually cutting off her sister. "Get off of him, now." Lai Chan did as she was told and practically teleported from above him to stand in front of the angry half elf.

Her hands attempted to smooth out her sundress before awkwardly clasping themselves in front of her body. Her blue face was almost purple as she was flushed with equal parts arousal and chagrin. Her eyes were casted down, but not at the shorter woman berating her, at the ground between them. HR thought it was quite a sight to see her be reduced to that. He'd never seen her presence seem so... small. Ai didn't even look at HR.

"You're free to go, Hilbane."

"Oh, yeah, right." It was then that he remembered that he was shirtless with his penis out in front of his girlfriend's family. Family emphasized as he saw a very vindicated looking Veronica in the doorway and could have sworn he saw Mai Fan's head hide behind the door when he looked over.

Quickly tucking himself back into his pants, he shuffled to the corner of the the bed and searched for something to cover himself with. He reached over and found his shirt, the dampness of it immediately reminding him that they had used it as a rag earlier and was unfit to be worn. It also reminded him that his face still gleamed with Lai Chan's secretions. He used the shirt to wipe that off, or probably just smear it around, before dropping it back on the bed. He reached down to put his shoes back on.

While he gathered his things and avoided the gazes of the sisters in the doorway, Ai continued dressing down her younger sister. Main topics included the ungratefulness of the date being so short despite all the effort she and Veronica had put into the outfit, the fact that she didn't even have the decency to take the dress off and thus got it stained and dirty, and a general comment on how she always rushes headfirst into things and doesn't take the time to properly enjoy them. Not that HR was listening, as every insecurity under the sun, as he was sure Lai Chan was feeling times two as the center of attention, drowned out the rest of the world. The only thought in his head was to escape, and hope for the best for Lai Chan.

Making the decision to yet again leave a shirt behind, he grabbed his bag and headed towards the door. He looked back and shared one last look with Lai Chan, both of them apologizing with their eyes to one another.

At the door, he confirmed his suspicion that Mai Fan tagged along with her sisters. She squeaked and got our of his way, almost cowering from embarrassment. Veronica on the other hand stood her ground, resolute in her quest to take every minor and petty victory she could over her sister's new favorite person.

As such, she stared HR down as he had to awkwardly shuffle/squeeze past her into the hallway. In an effort to not completely give in, he decided to pretend that her presence wasn't even acknowledged as he, as best he could, calmly bid Mai Fan farewell. He assumed the squeal that escaped the girl's mouth was some likewise response. And off he went, taking an even more embarrassing walk of shame home than the first one he had. He truly hoped this wouldn't become a trend.

Later that evening Lai Chan texted him to apologize. The good news apparently was that when their mother caught wind of Ai's outburst and clam jam, she stepped in and disciplined Ai. Shit really did roll downhill.

It then promptly devolved into both of them trying to take responsibility for the date going wrong/right before there was a pause in the messages.

"See you at the gym?"

He gave the only possible response. "Definitely."

Of course, they couldn't go to the gym the next couple of days because of what the coach said to him, but he also couldn't (wouldn't) go to see her until the heat died down at her place. But he also needed a way to make sure she didn't work out. Luckily the solution fell into his lap.

They spent the next couple of days with nary a second apart, though physically separated as they were. Phone calls, texts, and video calls took up all of their time as they talked and laughed and shared movies and media with one another. They didn't even talk about anything sexual.

He gained another point of confidence that she really liked him in that, unusually, she didn't mention working out once.

Not that he wanted to completely take over her life, of course. But it was a very flattering thought to have as they both counted down the minutes to when they could see each other in person.

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Three for three. HR was once again stopped when he entered the gym.

Lai Chan was over by the heavy bags when he graced the gym with his unwanted presence. She made to start in his direction, probably to tackle him again, but the head coach caught her by the back of the sports bra and stopped her in her tracks. He pointed her back to the workout and she got back to it with a sullen glance towards HR and a pout. One of the trainers watched over her while the coach headed over to Hilbane.