First Kiss 37
Bobby hung up his cell, grinning like he'd just won the lottery. He changed into workout clothes: cut off sweats and a t-shirt; then grabbed his keys and headed out the door. This was his favorite time of year, when he and Alex had to recertify on physical restraints.
He rang the bell and Alex let him in. She had pushed the furniture back in the living room, leaving a wide open space for them to practice. "Thanks for coming over, Bobby, I really appreciate it."
He smiled. Most partners didn't go to all this trouble, but Alex was petite, and her size made some of the moves a little trickier to perform. Add to that the fact that he was the biggest guy she knew, and they were a perfect match. If Alex could take him down, she could take anybody down.
Alex wore gym shorts and a spandex tank. Its dark color didn't hide anything from Goren's appreciative eyes. "What, uhm… what do you want to start with?" he asked.
They looked like wrestlers circling each other, looking for an opening to grapple. "How about, just come straight at me, like you have a knife?" she suggested.
A half circle more, and Bobby went at her. She dodged him easily, slipped her arm into a controlling grip, twisted, and had him on the ground in seconds. He could feel the carpet fibers digging into the skin of his cheek. "Nice," was his muffled feedback.
She turned him loose. He got back to his feet. Alex's ponytail was coming loose. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes. "Okay, make like you're running away."
He turned and slow-motion ran. She, again, demonstrated all the right moves. Although his mime was slow, his fall wasn't. He hit the floor hard, grunting with the impact. She restrained him a moment, just to be sure she could, then turned him loose. "You okay?" she asked.
Bobby laughed and tried to catch his breath. "Yeah, I'm fine," he smiled. She helped him up.
"Hair pull," she said. He latched onto her ponytail. She clamped her hands on top of his, pushing his hands inward, against her head. Then she bent down until her face was almost at her knees. He held on until the pain in his wrists forced him to release his grasp.
"That's too easy for you," he said.
"Well, I needed to catch my breath for a minute." Alex smiled, and her whole face lit up.
Bobby faced off with her again, and clapped his hands together. "What now?" he asked eagerly.
"Uhm… throw a punch."
He didn't do it full force, but he didn't do it in slow motion either. In the same way she had diverted his knife attack, she dodged, twisted and latched onto his arm. Before he knew it, Bobby was on the floor. She sat on his butt and pulled his arms behind his back as if to cuff him.
Bobby couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, you're the happiest criminal I've ever seen," she teased. She let him go, but he didn't move. He lay still on the floor, smiling and panting from the exertion.
She raised herself off him, but before she could get off her knees, he had turned around. He took her hands in his, preventing her from getting back to her feet. Bobby lay on his back, Alex perched precariously over his groin. He held her hands out, but she didn't let him lead her anywhere.
"You know, this would be an easy one to get out of," she said, eyeing his private area.
Bobby squirmed at the thought of it, then stretched his arms out to the sides further, forcing her to bend closer to him.
The fire in his eyes was mesmerizing. She stopped pulling against him, and lowered her lips down until they landed softly on his. His grip loosened and he nipped at her hungrily when he felt her weight settle on his crotch.
She put her hands on either side of his chest, dipping down to kiss him as her hips moved in another direction.
Bobby closed his eyes and savored the sensations. This was his favorite time of year.