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Hann wrote: The Heavyweight Champion of the Bedroom, pt 1 by Hann

boring setup, tl;dr to be expected

The Heavyweight Champion of the Bedroom

Pitch

Ryan tossed his backpack onto the sofa and crashed down next to it, exhausted. He'd had a long day at school, starting with a math test, followed quickly by science, a subject he'd always despised, and a pop quiz to boot, then gym, which was bad enough without the teasing of his scrawny stature and his general lack of ability on the basketball court. The rest of the day had been uneventful enough, but the early stress on his body and mind left him moody and bitter.

He had to smile, though, since now he had all of spring break ahead of him. He kicked his legs up on the coffee table and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, then put them back into his backpack. He didn't know when his girlfriend, Samantha (pet name Sami), would be home, or her parents, and he'd told them he quit. He actually should, he couldn't help but think, but the itch in the back of his mind told him otherwise. To keep his mind off it, he grabbed the clicker and flicked through channels for a while, finally laying back on the couch to watch a bad comedy movie. He fell asleep halfway through, and didn't wake up until later that afternoon, to Sami sitting down on top of him.

"Ryan!" she happily cried, bouncing up and down a little bit on him, causing her modest breasts to jiggle a bit, and her rather impressive ass to plop on his flat stomach a few time. Ryan noticed none of this; he was too busy trying to get his breath back, not being helped by his over-eager girlfriend leaning down to kiss him. He waved his arms a little, making her back off, while he coughed and whooped air back into his lungs. He couldn't help but chuckle at Sami looking a little worried, her cute face screwing up with concern.

"God, girl, one day you'll kill me, I swear..." he said, shifting her off of him onto the couch, sitting up and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I've missed you," she said, trying to kiss him again. He obliged this time, happy to discover her cherry lip gloss, his favorite. "You just saw me last night!" he said, surprised, but she only smiled and said "Too long for me. Momma just finished dinner, want some?" The couple went into the dinning room, turning off the television first, and ate. They passed at desert and went up to her bedroom instead, to "study."

Studying meant, of course, that Sami was tackled onto the bed near immediately, Ryan eager now, kissing her up and down, her lips, nose, eyes, neck, anywhere, and his hands reaching up her top, pressing his cold hands into her warm stomach. She giggled and pushed him away, murmuring "Not so fast..."

He moaned a little, but moved away as she asked, sitting Indian style on her bed, right across from her, looking into her eyes. "What do you want to do tonight...? We've got all night..." He slipped a hand onto her thigh, squeezing, trying to cut right to the chase again. She brushed his hand away, to yet more whining, shushing him with a finger to her lips. "I came up with a really fun idea, if you'd shut up and listen!"

He shut up and listened. Sami adjusted herself, ready to explain. "Well, you know wrestling, right?" Ryan nodded. He'd passed a rerun of last weeks Smackdown! while looking for something to watch. "Well, you remember in the old days, when they'd have bra and panties matches...?" He nodded again, smirking. He could see where she was going. "Well, neither of us know how to wrestle, clearly, but I thought we could do something like that... have a little fight, trying to strip each other." Ryan lowered his head, pretending to think.

"Well, what does the winner get?" he asked. Sami looked puzzled. She hadn't considered that. "Well... I guess, he-- or she! Could... uh..." Ryan hushed her this time, pressing his finger against her full lips. "I think it's only fair that whoever gets their opponent to their underwear first gets to take that off as well. Right?" Sami blushed a little, but quickly nodded. "Right. All's fair in love and war, yes?" Ryan couldn't agree more.

They agreed that at ten o'clock exactly, they'd start. They moved to opposite sides of the room, taking care to move anything breakable out of the way as they did, and stood, Sami with her phone out, counting down.

"Wait!" Ryan called at 9:58, just before it began. "What counts as underwear for you? Like, do I win when you're down to your bra and panties, or do I need to get your bra off too?" Sami thought for a moment, then shrugged. "We'll work that out when we get there." Ryan nodded, smirking again, and crouched back into the corner, waiting.

Sami mouthed the seconds, "Three... two... one..." then tossed her phone onto the bed as it struck ten, racing at Ryan, with him running at her just as fast.

Hann wrote: Disclaimer by Hann

I am aware that this story bares striking resemblance to stories by Nathaniel Keam. While I am a big fan of his works, especially The Ashley Chronicles, and I'm sure that it's inspired me in my writing style, I mean no harm by this. There is a difference in style and stealing, and we happen to have a similar style. If I write more stories after this, which I plan to, they won't all be fighting related. They may not even all be girl related, which may require a different place to post...
I would be happy to hear if Nathaniel enjoys this story, and don't worry, it's just the start!

Hann wrote: The Heavyweight Champion of the Bedroom, pt 2 by Hann

Debut

The couple crash into each other, falling to the floor in a flurry of swipes and grabs, trying desperately to make the first move, to get the first article off. For the first moment or two it was chaos, rolling around on the floor, making grunting noises and giggling at each other, trying to find a chance to get something off. Ryan makes a grab for her shirt, which she uses as an opening for his belt; she yanks at his hoodie, and he tries tugging her skinny jeans down a bit.

The stalemate may have continued until they tired out, had Ryan not gotten footing and overpowered his girlfriend, leaving her squirming, laughing yet whining. "Noo, no, get off, you're cheating!" she cried, but he shook his head, repeating what she said earlier as he grips the hem of her shirt. "All's fair in love and war!" He yanks, and her shirt comes up to the bottom of her breasts, showing off her toned, pale stomach. She cries out again, half in mock terror, half in actual worry, then in whole victory as she manages to lift her knees, kicking him away.

Ryan doubles over, trying to regain his breath, not expecting her to play so seriously, as Sami stands and fixes her shirt, striding over to him on the floor, smiling. "We'll start with these, hmm?" She leans over and removes the boys socks, tossing them into the corner of the room. Ryan regains his breath just as she starts to stand over him, leaning down with a plan to remove his shirt. "If you want to play like that, fine!" he says, and reaches up and around her neck, grabbing and pulling her down.

Sami cried out as she falls to her knees, gasping as he wraps his arms around her and rolling, struggling as she is mounted again, kicking. "No fair, I started with your socks!" She feels panic seize her as he grips her shirt again, this time pulling it up past her chest, revealing her sky blue bra. She screams, scrambling to do something with her arms, and she suddenly reached up and slapped Ryan across the face.

His head rocks back, having not expected that at -all-, looking down at her, first in shock, then anger. "Sami? Why... why'd you do that? We're just playing! What the hell?!" Sami momentarily forgets about her near shirtlessness, gaping at him, murmuring apologies, when suddenly he grabs the back of her hair and slams her head down against the ground. She yells out in pain, reaching to rub the bump but finds her arms bent straight as Ryan pulls her shirt off, tossing it next to his socks.

Sami crosses her arms across her chest, getting upset now. "Ryan! What the fu... you can't hit a girl! Especially not your girlfriend!" She opened her mouth to say more, but has her head snapped to the side by a slap from the boy above. Ryan leans down over her, kissing the now red cheek, and whispers, "When we're playing this, you're not a girl or my girlfriend or anything... you're an opponent. Got that?" He smiles wide, a move he soon regrets as Sami punches him, right in the grin.

Ryan staggers up and off of her, moaning, running his tongue over his teeth, making sure they're all still there, as he is tackled by the now rage filled girl, falling face first onto the bed, Sami raining punches on the back of his head, his back, his shoulders. "Yeah? Yeah, we'll you're just as much of an opponent, you mother...er! How do you like it, bastard?!" She reaches down, raking his hoodie and shirt both up and off of his, leaving him bare chested.

"You..." Ryan holds back his tongue, instead choosing to shift his hips, spinning himself around to face her, reaching up and grabbing hold of her neck, forcing himself up and her off of him, crashing to the floor again. Sami smacked her head against the hardwood floor, putting her out of action for the moment, curling up on the floor, attempting not to start crying. Ryan takes this chance to pull her multicolored socks off, twirling them around his finger before launching them onto the growing pile of clothes. "Wish you hadn't started something you couldn't finish, huh, honey?" he says, leaning over to first flip Sami onto her back, then to undo her jeans.

The dazed girl makes a final, meak attempt to save herself. "I-I don't want to play anymore.. you win, just let me keep my pants on... come on, stop... stop...!" She finds herself wriggling her hips in a last ditch effort, effectively just making Ryan's job more enjoyable, stripping her jeans down and off her legs, leaving Sami in her matching sky blue panties.

"Looks like I win, hmm?" he asks, hands on hips, nodding a bit. Sami nods back, pained and ashamed, less by losing her clothes and more at losing. "Now then..." Ryan says, reaching down and picking up his girlfriend, sitting her on the bed.

He firsts sits behind her, unclipping her bra and, with a threatened backhand, coaxes her to let him take it, leaving her bare breasts, her nipples hard and her breath hushed. She gasps again as he flips her again, leaving her with her feet on the ground and her torso on the bed, sticking her fantastic butt out for him.

Ryan holds a hand against the small of her back, saying "This is what you get for taking off my socks." He swings his other hand forward, spanking her. Sami gives a start, blushing and already whining that it hurts. "And my hoodie..." he adds, smacking her again, causing more kicking. "And my shirt!" he cries, really spanking now, going to town on her ass, five, ten, fifteen, until he feels the heat radiating off it and Sami is bailing her eyes out, soaking the sheets of the bed.

Ryan is pleased to discover, however, that her panties are soaked as he takes them off of her. Her ass shined a glorious red, and he flips her one last time, causing another cry as her sensitive buttocks scrap against the rough sheets. "Now, what have we learned...?" Ryan asks, leaning forward, expecting an answer.

Sami glances at him bitterly, shrugging. "That you're an asshole?" she suggests. He shakes his head, smiling. "No, no... I'm the heavyweight champion of the bedroom. And don't forget it, if you ever want to try again. Alright?"

Sami rolls her eyes, grabbing and pulling him down on top of her by his belt, kissing him passionately. "I already knew that, stupid boy... you didn't have to beat the shit out of me to teach me that!" He smiled as he undid his belt, quickly opening his jeans and reaching in. "True... but it was fun, wasn't it?" he asks. His kisses the rest of the night were sweet, as was his lovemaking, soft and slow and loving. Both of their minds where elsewhere, though; back in the roughness, the pain, the excitement of the fight. Their eyes met as they came, and they didn't need to say a word to know they would have a rematch.