I Promise I'm Not Teasing You

I PROMISE I'M NOT TEASING YOU

(Another Ted & Bonnie story. This one occurs a few weeks after "Wash Away The Past")

I could hear my old coach chuckling at my discomfort, even as the burly Thai with the shaved head and the faded sweatshirt that said "Attachai Muay Thai - Bangkok" in English and Thai was shouting at the little man I was in the ring with.

I was padded up with all the protective gear the gym had - headgear, belly pad, big focus mitts, outsize groin protector - but my legs were already taking a pounding from the most recent assault of those lethal muay Thai shin techniques. The little bantamweight muay Thai fighter I was sparring with was one of the nicest guys I've ever shared a khao pad with, and I had a great deal of respect for his skill, but his trainer had decided they needed to get him used to a big European opponent and my old coach thought it was hilarious to suggest that a retired cruiserweight with the desk putting a bit of meat on him would be a good choice.

THUD!...again.

Damn, but the little man was quick! I knew my job was to absorb his technique, but I was glad of the protection I got from the sparring gear when his coach called out "He fight from clinch now! He use knee - you hold him ok!"

Even from a bantamweight, muay Thai knee strikes are no fun.

Eventually the Thai coach called time, and my sparring partner saluted the four corners of the ring and the two older men, shook my hand warmly, with a genuine grin and not a bead of sweat from all I could manage. We chatted a bit about techniques, and he insisted I not help put away the equipment.

I wasn't *hurt* hurt, but I certainly felt like I'd been in a fight. I was heading for the showers when I noticed my friend Bonnie sitting in one of the seats near the desk the owner keeps for spectators who want to watch whatever?s going on in the ring but may or may not want to train. As always, there were a couple of older men who used to fight sitting there watching and remembering when they were younger, and one of them was glaring at a spotty teenage wannabee who briefly thought he ought to say something to a WOMAN in 'his gym' but had since decided he ought to do something else instead in that corner over there out of the way.

I hastily thanked my old coach for what had genuinely been a good workout, bowed in thanks to the two Thais, grabbed my bag and towel and went over to be hugged.

"Found you!" said Bonnie triumphantly without letting go of me. "I knew you still trained a little, and hoped you still liked the Wednesday crowd." She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

"I need a shower" I said

"Don't you f'k'n dare!" growled Bonnie, inhaling her fix of sweaty man smell from my gym tee, her nose buried deep into the folds of fabric, her eyes closing slowly in a pheromone haze.

The old fighter who'd been chatting to her chuckled. "Alright tonight?" he smirked, eyes twinkling.

"Behave!" I said, laughing.

Bonnie took another deep breath of sweaty boxer and smiling at me said "Dave used to live next door to my nan's cousin"

"Sparkling Dave Robson was NSW middleweight champion in 193_ and fought my grandfather" I replied.

The older man grinned at the recollection. "Heh. That was a few years ago." He offered his hand, and I took it. Bonnie had a knack for finding things out and making friends. She liked the company of older people and had the sort of mind that could make sense of connections. Before much time passed, I was certain she'd find out, maybe not the result of that fight, but why a factory worker from Lewisham ended up in the ring with a farmer from Lakemba who kept a market garden, and who their kids were, and who's cousin had been to Marrickville Public School. I couldn't keep up with that sort of thing, but she loved it. "I really do need a shower. I need to get changed."

"Please don't" said Bonnie. "You smell of sweat and adrenalin and fear and leather and effort and..."

"He smells of the ring, young lady," said the older man. "...you're not the first girl to fall in love with that smell, and you won't be the last." To me he said "Towel off, put your sweats on, and take her home. Make sure you dry your head. Wear your beanie if you've got it."

I relented. I retreated to the change room, towelled off and put on my sweatshirt, a clean (-ish) tee and changed my shoes. I decided it was late February and shorts would be fine, but I took the protector off. Some things just won't do!

I had a cap, which would do instead of the woollen beanie. The ex-boxer was worried about getting a chill in my muscles after the workout, but it wasn't a long train ride home and the weather was February in Sydney.

Bonnie pouted a little but accepted the compromise. She looked pretty good when we got outside in the evening instead of the rather unforgiving light in the gym. Her hair was in much, much better condition than it had been last time I saw her. She'd fled an abusive relationship, and the change in her was all for the better. Her white off-the-shoulder dress was much more the sort of thing I remembered she liked. As per the latest fashion, she was a liberated woman and so were her girls, and she took a moment to bend juuuust the right way to show me as we went up the steps at my station.

I grinned as the setting sun caught the fabric of her dress. She's shown me there was no bra, but I was nearly certain there wasn't anything else under that dress. I'll probably find out in time, I thought. "You look happier" I said aloud.

"I feel happier" she replied. "New year, new me, new start, new life. Yippee!"

"I'm still a bit sorry we couldn't get together over Christmas"

She waved it away. "I'm not ready to do any of that sort of thing with anyone yet" she replied firmly. "I need to own my space for a while." She paused, and looked into my eyes. "So do you I think, too."

I grunted what I hoped was a casually non-committal manner but was probably transparently in agreement. She'd known me far too well, for far too long.

"But tonight, I wanted to find you and here I am!" she exclaimed. There was a bus shelter, with no-one in it, and she took the chance to walk between it and the fence of the houses we were passing. She turned quickly to face me and pulled down the off-the-shoulder part of her dress off her shoulders so she could flash her boobs at me, chuckling that throaty laugh of hers before running ahead to swing on the metal post of a street sign. "I'm free, I'm feeling good, and I wanted to just get out of Mum's house and feel...oh, I don't know?"

"Like you can make decisions."

"YES!" she said with some emphasis. "There's also something I want to do, but we can talk about that later. Do you have anything in mind for dinner?" I ran over the contents of my pantry in my mind and decided we could go straight home. She chattered gaily about what she'd been doing since we last spent time together, getting ahead in her job, what it was like moving back with her mother. This was a much different Bonnie to the last time she'd visited me. She wasn't puffed when I went up the stairs at my usual pace either, which was a surprize. I guess if you're happier with life, you're fitter. "Lucky Seven!" she announced as we got to the second floor of the building my flat was in.

Inside my front door, she dropped her bag and threw her arms around my neck to melt against me and kiss me very thoroughly indeed. What can a gentleman do in that position but drop his own bag and his keys, freeing both hands to grab the bottom of the young lady assailing him and let her have her will.

About five minutes later, we came up for air. She gazed up at me, dreamy smile on her face, and I think I managed to say something profound like "Hi, babe"

"You've got your hands on my bum" she said lazily, rocking her head slowly from side to side.

"You've got no undies on" I replied.

"Nup!" She looked smug. "They're in my bag. They got all wet watching you fight that little Asian man, so I took them off. He's cute!"

"He's got a wife and twin sons back in Phuket, so you can't have him. He's got an exhibition match this Sunday anyway, so even if he wanted to, he's in training."

She mock-pouted, still gazing up at me, deep brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'll have to make do with a big Aussie then."

"Which one?"

"The one with his hands on my bum?" She pulled me down for another kiss. A little more time passed, and when we came up for air again, I asked her if there was anything she'd like for dinner. "Your sweaty cock!" she said immediately.

"Can I at least get through the front door???" I cried.

"Nope!" She dropped to her knees and slipped my shorts down to my shoes. My already stiff penis stood to attention for her, and she delicately kissed the tip of it, hoping for and finding a drop of pre-cum to lick. "Hello..." she said softly, tracing the head of my penis with her tongue.

I was completely unprepared for her next move as she deep-throated me, gagging and choking for a moment as she pressed her lips against the base of my erection before pulling back to kiss the tip of my glans again. She stood up and, holding my penis as she did so, kissed me on the corner of the mouth. "You taste of salt and sweat and lust and I love it" she purred.

Which was bewildering as she spun out of reach and headed to the kitchen.

"Can I have a shower now?" I called after her. I pulled my shorts up so I could walk without tripping over, but the sweatshirt came off. I left it with my gym bag next to the door so I could take it all downstairs to the laundry in the morning.

"NO!" came the immediate reply. "Don't you dare. Please."

Three steps and you're almost corner to corner in my little kitchen, so it wasn't a great effort to reach where she was standing at the sink, fiddling with the kettle for coffee.

I slid my arms around her waist which she fussed over cups and things, letting her take over my kitchen without comment for now. Somehow, she managed to manoeuvre my hands so they were on her boobs, but I can't really explain the steps she used to accomplish this. I didn't mind and she continued pottering until two mugs were prepared, and she moved to head out onto my balcony. I followed, continuing my supporting role.

"Boob-pocketer" she said as she put the mugs down.

"It's like a pick-pocket, but with boobies in a bra" I replied. The joke was almost as old as our first kiss, which made it...didn't care how old. Not then.

"Good thing I'm not wearing one" she replied, softly, still standing within reach. I kissed the part of her where her neck flowed into her shoulder, and she let me, leaning her head back against my chest and putting her hands over mine as I cupped her breasts.

"What do you have in mind tonight, Miss Grayson?" I whispered. As if to answer, she turned to face me, and leaning her forehead against my cheek, she slipped her hands into my shorts to hold my erection, stroking me gently with both hands. "You keep doing that, when you do let me release it's going to be...plentiful." I didn't really want her to stop.

Stroke

"Good" she muttered.

Stroke.

I shook. She held the head of my penis in one hand, her thumb gently swirling my pre-cum around against the sensitive bit of my glans, other hand sliding down to my rapidly ascending scrotum.

Stroke.

"What are you doing to me?" I whispered, almost not daring to move.

Stroke.

"...priming you..." she said. With a sudden impish grin she bit my earlobe and slipped out of reach to sit down and pick up her coffee, slurping it deliberately and staring off into the horizon.

"You heartless wench!" I squawked.

She laughed. "Don't worry - I'm not really being a prick-teaser. I want you to fuck me, but as I said, I've got something in mind I want to talk about. Later." She flashed one boob at me. "Meantime, I'm making sure of something."

"A copious ejaculation?"

'Mmm, yep!" she was quite emphatic.

Defeated, I sat down next to her. My balls were starting to complain a little about recent activities and my cock ached, just around the base of my glans. "If you're going to edge me, it's polite to ask" I said, picking up my own mug. I hadn't noticed before now, but even instant coffee tastes better if someone makes it for you.

"I wanted to talk about it later, but I suppose I'll have to do it now" Bonnie replied. "I sort of promised to let you do me in the bum last time I was here. Well, I made up my mind I'm going to let you."

I somehow managed to keep a poker face, look her in the eye and drink coffee, all at the same time. "You didn't like it when we were dating."

"That was then." Very matter-of-fact.

"What changed, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I got up to lots of things before I met Phil. I'm no longer an awkward teenager, and I have some living to catch up on." She paused. She was a million times better than she was last visit, but the scars were still there. "I had a woman-to-woman talk with Mum, well, more than one, and I decided I need to get this next step in my confidence back."

"Pretty bold move - I would have expected you to ring me at work or something to make sure I was there, and you could see me" I replied.

"If you weren't there, I'd have put my undies back on and gone home" she said. "I've started to do a few things spur-of-the-moment, and most times it works well for me. I'm enjoying getting control back."

"Helluva journey" I said.

She scowled. "You've got no idea"

The streetlights were starting to come on. Bats circled up from the Moreton Bay figs across the park.

"Getting hungry?" I asked.

"Yes. Food would be nice, too."

It was old. I didn't mind. I got up and leant over her to kiss her. She let me and slid a hand into my shorts again to gently hold my semi-erect cock as we kissed. "Madam, I would very much like to put that inside you" I said eventually.

"I would like to help you do that" she said softly in reply.

I gently bumped nose and forehead in affection before going into the kitchen to try to remember what I'd decided about feeding two people out of a bachelor pantry. I admit my head was spinning a bit, corny jokes notwithstanding.

Eventually I worked out that a salad and a French omelette that included all the bacon I had in the fridge, and every egg in the house, would be enough protein for me, taste good, satisfy my need to make Bonnie feel nurtured and fed and be simple enough to prepare in my addled state. Getting edged by a determined woman left concentration difficult!

She didn't want any alcohol, so we just had water on the table, and we talked about fucking each other when we were younger. It was so strange, but oddly comforting, too. I guess there had been a reason we dated. Eventually she pushed back from the table and stretched her interlocked fingers far back over her head, dark hair cascading down the back of her chair, breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her dress.

"I needed that - food and conversation both" she said, arms back in a normal position. She looked me up and down. "You don't really understand all that the smell of you does to me, do you?'

I said apparently, I didn't.

She just smiled at that. "Let me put it this way - just right now, I want your cock in my mouth so badly I'm almost shaking." I was about to say the obvious, and she shushed me. "I have something else planned if you don't mind. Now let's get the dishes sorted."

Honestly, I can't remember who washed and who wiped. Her dress got splashed with (clean) soapy water, so she had to take that off early in the exercise, which was nice, and this time she had the apron on with nothing under it. Very modest for the nether regions, but lots of side-boob action. This had a certain effect on me and buy the time we were wiping down the sink, I was ready to beg for relief.

Eventually she relented and slid her arms around my neck to kiss me, standing there in the kitchen. "Undo me" was murmured in there somewhere, which let me run my hands on the skin on her back, tracing the slope of her spine down to her hips and bottom.

Ooooh...the bottom of Miss Bonnie Grayson. Almost quivering with lust, I slid a middle finger between her cheeks to gently touch her arsehole while she kissed me. Somehow, she managed to press her pussy against my cock without pulling away from my finger, and press her arse back against my hands without pulling away from my body. I don't know how, even now I can't describe the feeling, but I didn't want to move.

"Take me into your bedroom" she whispered. I picked her up, and she lifted the big back apron from around her neck and dropped it on a chair as we went through the living room.

I gently laid her on my double bed and slipped my hand between her legs as I crouched over her. Her pussy was wet and eager for my middle finger, and as I kissed her and worked the palm of my hand against her vulva, she slipped one of her hands into my shorts again to hold my penis.

"Isn't it time you got naked?" she asked impishly.

"Gonna help?"

"Nup - gonna watch, but!"

She sinuously rolled off the bed while I stepped out of my shorts and tee and slipped the bedspread off my bed. I smiled, and between us we folded it and put it out of the way. She pressed herself against me the first chance she got, though. Not kissing, just holding me, and yes - smelling my sweat, pressing her body against my erection. Pressing her vulva against my bare leg. The feel of the bare skin on her legs brushing against my legs was almost as erotic as the earlier feel of her hand on my penis, and I said so. For answer, she just smiled at me, kissed me on the cheek and stepped back to the double bed, this time putting a pillow in the middle of the bed where she could lay on it, face down, bum raised slightly in the air.

I knelt in the bed next to her, body off my haunches so she could get at me if she wanted, and gently stroked her shoulder, her back, down to her bottom. Slipping my hand between her legs to feel the warmth of her pussy.

She slipped a hand between my legs to gently cup my balls. "Do you have some lube?" she asked. I nodded and found some K-Y in the bedside table. "Use lots" she said. I promised I would.

The feeling you get when you have three fingers in someone's vagina, rubbing her clitoris with your little finger, and as you're gently massaging her anus with your thumb her body relaxes to let you in. It's a sort of controlled submission that threatens to draw me in, and I find it intoxicating. There's no way Bonnie was unaware of what she was doing to me, with her face buried in her forearm and her other hand holding my balls and the base of my now painfully throbbing erection.

"Do it" she whispered as my thumb slipped into her body. I gently stroked my thumb into her secret passage and back again. "Do you have enough lube?" I asked. I was rewarded with a nod and a dreamy sigh of affirmation. Her body shifted to respond to my strokes, and as I became firmer, she started stroking the length of my penis.

"Fuck me" she whispered. I moved as carefully as I could until I was straddling her legs and put a generous amount of K-Y on my erection. As I eased my cock between the cheeks of her arse, she reached back to help guide me until my glans was touching her anus. She whispered again - "go slowly, my love." I gently pushed against her anus, feeling her respond to my penis, letting her hand on my cock guide my actions.

I could feel her body relax as I began to enter her, pausing now and then as the pressure of her hand around my erection told me she wanted to adjust. Part of my mind was racing with the thoughts that it may have been more than three years since she?d done this, part marvelling that she was eagerly willing to let me do something now that she had been reluctant to do years ago. The animal part of me was howling with lust, demanding I pound into this yielding hole, but I kept it in check, same as I fought the urge for release.