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The Thaumaturge [Chapter 3: Tap Out Early]
🕑 Added 2024-12-16 15:44:22 +0000 UTCI woke up in the morning feeling more than a little hung over. Blearily, I pulled up the notifications on my phone.
First, Vivian had texted me.
Vivian: I had fun, but we could've had more fun if you had lasted longer, don't you think? Hit me up if you want to find out if that happens every time with us. I know I do ;)
I blushed. No punches pulled there.
I also had a text from Lauren.
That gave me pause. ...I hadn't given her my number, had I? I mentally played back Friday evening: I had cum quickly, viewed her phone, she had put her number in my phone...I had left.
I had never texted her. So how had she texted me?
...And her name was in my phone as Lauren, with a lipstick-kiss emoji on either side. That definitely wasn't how I remembered her having entered it. Would Vivian have edited it? But that didn't make sense, either...
Lauren: Hey -- I don't know if you were embarrassed, or just had a bad time or what...but I had fun and I'd really like to see you again. Call me or text.
I hesitated, and then decided I wasn't responding to either. Not right away.
I needed to blow off some steam. Get my head screwed on straight. Fortunately, Sundays were always a good day for that. I did my best to shake off the hangover, shower, and get out the door.
---
An hour later I was at the gym on campus, in the jiu jitsu class I regularly attended.
"C'mon, Matt, you guys have like forty seconds left before we swap over to open mat. Make something happen," my coach called.
I had been being careful, and I was sure my coach knew it. I was sparring with Mark, who had about sixty pounds and six inches of height on me. But I sprang into action, trying for an underhook. I didn't have much hope to actually get it, but as Mark defended, fighting to keep me from slipping my hand past his, he went off balance. I tripped him. He went down, and I got on his back, locking the choke in quickly. He tapped out a few seconds later.
Mark shook his head ruefully. "Damn, dude."
I grinned at him. "Hey, don't sweat it. You're making progress quickly. You'll be crushing me in no time."
It was only a little exaggeration. Mark had only started taking jiu jitsu a few months ago, and he was a white belt; I was a purple belt. I had been training for six years. He was a lot bigger than me, and if we were evenly skilled, he'd win almost every time...but he had a long ways to go yet.
He just laughed and fistbumped me. We liked sparring each other. Like me, Mark didn't get butthurt when he was beaten, didn't go crazy during rolls.
"Okay, guys, open mat time," the coach called. "Roll against whoever you like. Except you, Matt -- come over here, you'll be a good partner for Diana since she's new."
I nodded agreeably, and walked over to the coach and the young woman standing next to him. He had introduced Diana briefly at the start of session; she had just moved to town, was considering joining the gym, was just going to watch the lesson today, might participate in open mat time.
I wasn't surprised by this. I had been going to this gym since I started as freshman, and I was the coach's go-to guy for sparring with new people. Lots of guys had a bunch of ego attached, went kind of spazzy making sure newcomers didn't tap them out.
I didn't care if I got tapped. You tapped when you were beaten, and tried to do better next time.
The coach knew that. He liked having me spar with newcomers because he knew I was a good sport, wasn't likely to hurt anybody or give them a shitty experience. I was a good first roll if he wanted them to sign up for a membership, and he knew it. I liked it because I got to meet new people, and got to be the first person in the gym to see a bunch of new techniques.
Diana was a few inches shorter than me. Maybe a little older than me; in her mid 20s. Short black hair in a pixie cut. She had a bunch of piercings -- her nose was pierced twice, and a cluster of piercings ran up one ear. A few tattoos were visible, peeking out from her sleeves and collar.
Brown eyes gave me a quick up-down -- which I couldn't blame her for, I was doing the same thing, sizing up my sparring partner. Her gi -- jacket and pants -- was loosely fitted, but she was obviously in good shape. A scant black sports bra under her white gi created just a hint of appealing cleavage. She had the thicker thighs and full, rounded ass of a girl who didn't skip leg day.
She was wearing a blue belt. Less skilled than me.
But the whole picture added up to a jiu jitsu enthusiast: a gym girl, a bit of a counterculture vibe about her with all the piercings and tattoos, the short hair. She'd probably be pretty good, for a blue belt.
Not that it mattered; I had rolled with visiting black belts and visiting white belts and everything in between. Plenty of blue belts. I didn't mind.
Diana gave me a little half-smile. "Hi. Sorry about the piercings; normally I take them out for rolls. I wasn't sure I'd actually roll today." I saw the glint of a tongue piercing too, as she spoke.
I nodded and shrugged. "Nice to meet you. No worries on the piercings; just let me know if we get into a position where they're abrading you or uncomfortable or something."
The coach nodded at me. "I'll leave you two to it. Diana, the gym rule for open mat is that you don't go any harder than 80 percent effort. Okay? Eighty percent effort max, even if you're both having fun. Save the all-out shit for tournaments. And we tap out early here -- you don't have to prove how hardcore you are." She nodded.
The coach nodded at both of us, clapped me on the shoulder, and confident he was leaving her in good hands, moved to the other side of the room to correct two of the newer white belts whose jiu jitsu appeared to be rapidly devolving into just punching each other.
"That was a nice trick earlier, going for that underhook there to bait him, especially given how much bigger he is than you," Diana commented as we moved to a corner of the room to start sparring.
"Thanks." I wasn't much of a talker during rolls, and as we squared up with one another and started to circle, I lapsed into silence.
She, on the other hand, seemed to be a talker. "Are there many girls who train jiu jitsu here?" She asked. She feinted in -- surprisingly quickly -- but then backed up again.
"Uh--no--only a few..." as I answered, a little absent-mindedly, I moved in closer, grabbing one of her lapels, setting up for a throw, hoping it'd end the conversational back-and-forth.
Diana reacted smoothly, grabbing my own lapels and shifting her weight forward, into me, a textbook counter. It moved us close together as we scrabbled, circling, trying to see who'd make a mistake.
"Are any of them good?" she asked the question right against my neck. Her voice was low; she was focused on the roll, probably, but it had the effect of feeling intimate. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at the feeling of her warm breath along my skin.
And that split-second of distraction had me flat on my ass, and her on top of me. She executed the half-trip, half-throw almost perfectly. I didn't fall hard -- she was following the 80% effort rule; I managed to get my legs wrapped around her, keeping her in my guard.
"We don't have to talk if it's distracting you, I'm just curious," she said. There was amusement in her voice. We were fighting for hand and arm position now; she was doing a good job threatening armlocks while working my arms up, pushing towards a choke.
"N-no, it's fine. They're blue and white belts mostly, but some of them are promising, yeah," I muttered. I was having to work harder than I expected to keep her from cinching up an armlock or choke. But closed guard was one of my stronger positions. I bucked my hips and twisted, putting her off balance and forcing her to play more conservatively.
She made a little sound of surprise as I thrust my hips up, and she almost toppled from atop me. She recovered, though, and positioned her weight lower, pinning herself against me, her torso against mine, her chin tucked against my neck to keep me from getting an arm wrapped around her neck.
"Do you think I'm promising?" she purred the words into my ear flirtatiously.
I could feel her tits against my chest, held in place by her sports bra. They were soft against me, although I could feel the hard nubs of nipple piercings as well -- the realization distracted me. Her purring voice, the little sound of surprise, and now her body pressing against mine was all combining to give me a physical reaction. "I, u-uh--" I stammered. Getting an erection during a roll was a major faux pas, but there was no helping it -- I was getting hard.
She took advantage of the moment of distraction again, and passed my guard. One moment my legs were locked around her waist, and the next, she had slipped past my hips and was sitting atop me, straddling me, a triumphant look on her face.
Well, shit. Full mount was a bad position. I went to buck my hips again, hoping to throw her weight off of me so I could get out. But I hesitated.
Over the last thirty seconds, I had gotten hard. Like, rock hard. And I wasn't sure it was an especially courteous thing to thrust my hips up into her in my current state.
Well, my hesitation cost me even more. She used the moment of indecision to bring her knees in closer to my body, get her weight balanced better.
And then -- to my utter embarrassment -- some of her movements nestled her groin very closely against mine, and I saw a knowing look enter her eye.
She could tell. Could feel my hard cock against her. I felt myself flush bright red. Well, fuck.
Mortified, I opened my mouth to apologize. "Hey, uh, sorry. My bad. We should stop, I---"
She cut me off, raising one eyebrow archly. "So you're tapping?"
The question threw me. "What? No, you know what I--"
She shrugged, nonchalantly looking down at my crotch. "I mean, if you're not tapping, we can keep going." She started fighting to pull my arms out away from my body -- a sure prelude to an armbar.
I wasn't really sure what to do. On the one hand, I had given her the chance to stop the roll; she didn't want to. I glanced across the room uncertainly -- the coach was embroiled in demonstrating a technique to somebody else. No help there. Everybody else was involved in their own rolls or watching the coach; nobody was paying us any mind.
She gave me another lazy little smile as she tried to work my arm free, obviously seeing my indecision. "Hey, you can tap if you want to. I'll have you in a minute or two anyway."
Well, I didn't have much of an ego, but I had some, and I wasn't about to tap to embarrassment.
"Nah, you gotta earn it." I put my worries about being accused of sexual assault aside and focused on the jiu jitsu.
I was simultaneously trying to keep my arms and neck safe while working for opportunities to throw her off balance. She was forced to attack less aggressively, working to keep her balance atop me, shifting her hips back and forth to keep me from tossing her off of me.
We jostled like that for a moment -- this was a tough position to get out of, and she might really get me to tap if she could lock something in, but I was going to make her work for it.
Each movement -- mine or hers -- had her groin grinding against my now rock-hard length, I realized. It felt good. Really good. Like I was getting a lapdance, almost.
There was a rhythm to it, in fact.
I looked up at her. She gave me that half-smile. She was doing it on purpose.
Making eye contact with me, she bit her lip, and gave an especially deep movement of her hips. Slow, sensual.
Fuck, she felt good. I let out a little sound as that registered -- half grunt, half moan.
It made it hard to focus on defending, admittedly. She was pretty, and her face above mine, flushed with exertion, staring down at me, the way she was biting her lip, the periodic little sounds of effort she was making, the feeling on my cock...well, it felt a lot less like jiu jitsu and a lot more like she was just riding me.
And the girl could ride. It was really hot, and it was embarrassing how much I was enjoying it.
As you can probably guess, I was badly distracted by the sensations. So she had a pretty easy time pinning one of my arms to the mat, and working it up by my head.
And then in a smooth movement, she leaned forward and cinched in a choke.
It at least meant she wasn't grinding herself against my cock anymore, so I was relieved of that distraction. Fuck. I knew two or three escapes from this position, could--
She brought her lips to my ear, flicked her tongue along my ear. The sensation of her soft tongue, and the warm metal of her piercing, contrasted deliciously. My thoughts evaporated midstream and I moaned, my cock twitched at the sensation.
"I told you I'd have you in a minute or two," she murmured in my ear. Her voice was soft, but victorious. I could hear the laughter in it.
Her choke was locked in tight. I had probably eight or ten seconds to choose between tapping out or going unconscious.
Well, I did neither. Embarrassed -- feeling a little humiliated to be tapped by a blue belt, not because of a genuinely good roll, but because I was sexually distracted -- I broke the 80%-effort rule.
I muscled my way out of the choke absolutely explosively; a major no-no. It wasn't even 100% effort, it was more like 110% effort. We both scrambled for a moment as I twisted out and she tried to twist and follow me. In the chaos, I slipped behind her and took her back.
If you're not familiar with jiu jitsu positions, my stomach was against the small of her back. I wrapped my legs around her thighs, I had one arm under one armpit, and the other over her shoulder, and had my hands clasped in front of her chest -- my arms forming a seatbelt. It's a great position for a neck choke, and I immediately started working towards it.
I felt a little guilty, don't get me wrong. It wasn't like I would get kicked out of the gym, but it was absolutely frowned on to just go full-out like that -- especially against someone both weaker and less experienced than you. I had a good reputation, though. And I'd apologize.
After she'd tapped out.
I was breathing hard as I fought with her to try to get my arms around her neck. She was executing all of the standard defenses. She was good, and the weird mix of arousal, knowing she had been able to feel my cock against her, had been grinding it on purpose, her tongue in my ear...well, it all felt out of control, and I just wanted to win the roll at this point.
She was quietly laughing now as she fended off my attempts to choke her. "I thought we were going 80% effort?" I could hear the teasing note in her voice.
The guilt transformed into annoyance. I knew she was right...but the constant superiority was so irritating.
"Hey, you can tap if you want to. I'll have you in a minute or two anyway," I snapped back at her, echoing her own words from earlier. I redoubled my efforts.
But even as I said it, the sensation of her body against mine registered again.
In particular, her ass against my hard cock.
"Will you?" she murmured the question out.
Her ass was full, muscular, but lush. I knew this because my now-hard cock was nestled up against it. More accurately, I could feel my length between the globes of her ass.
It felt good. Really good.
I tried to shift my hips to reduce the sensation, but I needed the leverage if I was actually going to choke her out. So I tried to ignore the sensation and focused on finishing the choke.
She kept fighting me with her hands, to keep me from locking it in. "You gotta earn it," she said. "And I don't think you can." Her voice was confident, assured.
And then I felt her shift against me, rubbing her ass up and down my length.
Fuck. Just as when she had been on top of me, her movements were sensual. Her ass felt incredible. Worse -- still fighting my hands to keep me from choking her -- she exhaled, letting out a little sigh. It absolutely sounded sexual.
My embarrassment went up another level when I realized I was actually getting close to an orgasm. All of the grinding earlier, and now her soft, full ass...
She could absolutely make me cum this way.
But I didn't want to give up the position -- it's not like it had been going better with her on top of me, after all. I kept fighting for the choke. I wasn't sure what to do.
"Uh oh. Maybe you should've tapped earlier," she murmured, smug. She was rhythmically moving her ass back against me, now.
"N-nah..." But I was panicked, feeling the orgasm rising, I worked frantically, trying to lock the choke in. I just had to get her to tap.
Before I came in my pants.
She was defending with her hands well, though. And while she was doing that, she didn't just maintain her movement of her ass, she increased it. I could feel her shimmying it, like she were twerking against me, bucking her hips so her ass was sliding along my cock, pressing into it.
I let out a little grunt. It was all too easy to imagine that this is what it'd feel like to fuck her from behind, to be on top of her while she was prone, feeling her soft ass against me as I slid inside her...
The orgasm was right there. Refocusing, I tried to fight it off.
Suddenly, I slipped past one of her hands. Triumphant, I clinched up the choke and started to squeeze, relieved to put a stop to this. I was close to cumming, but not there yet.
"C'mon, tap," I muttered at her.
"You first." Her voice was a little strained as I started to squeeze on the choke, but I could hear the triumph in it.
And then I felt her hand on my balls. I let out another quiet noise at the sensation, realizing why I'd been able to get the choke locked in; she'd stopped defending.
For a moment I was worried she'd squeeze, or yank or something.
But instead, she started massaging my balls in time with the movement of her ass. I could feel the muscles in her ass flexing against and around me.
The quiet noise I had made became a whimpered moan. I was trying to apply the choke, to get her to tap out, but this was too much. Her hand, assuredly stroking my balls through my gi, coupled with her round ass, grinding into my cock, was more than I could handle.
I felt the orgasm rush over me; I couldn't hold it back anymore. I helplessly began bucking my hips into her ass.
I tried to keep choking her, but my technique went out the window and strength weakened as the orgasm overwhelmed me.
"Aww, you almost had me too...too bad," she whispered the words as she felt my grip slacken.
I at least managed to keep relatively quiet -- my mouth was open, but I was trying not to make noise, not wanting to draw attention from the rest of the jiu jitsu class.
She was still moving rhythmically, pressing her round ass against my cock, fondling my balls with her hand, as I started spurting, coating the inside of my gi pants. The orgasm was intense, hard -- and I surrendered to it completely. I didn't have a choice. Whatever capacity I had for rational thought was completely consumed by trying to keep from making a sound that might attract attention as I blew my load.
Dazed, panting from exertion, when I finally regained my senses she had twisted around, was back on top of me, as if she were just finishing a choke. She was grinning, and still teasingly grinding into me.
"Told you you should've tapped earlier," she said, amused. "You okay?"
I opened my mouth to reply, but was interrupted.
"Whoa, Matt, she tapped you?" It was the coach, who sounded surprised. As well he might be -- I was stronger and more experienced than her. I wondered when he had showed up. I hoped it was only in the last moment or two.
"Uh, yeah...I think I tweaked something in the middle of the roll. Should've stretched more," I muttered. It was the kind of butthurt, lame excuse I had heard other guys use. I tried to pull myself together.
"She's, uh...she's good, though. Really good, um, technique." I was still getting my wits about me. I hoped the coach would chalk it up to embarrassment at being tapped by a girl, though.
"Good technique? Aw, thanks Matt." She was still atop me, looking down, her body angled away from the coach.
She gave me that sexy little half-smile again, and then glanced back at the coach. "Matt here was a great sparring partner. Everything a girl could hope for; he went hard without it being too much, you know? Just wish the roll had lasted a bit longer."
She said it all matter-of-factly...but then glanced back down at me again, and winked.
Mortifyingly, at her final words and the accompanying wink, my cock twitched against her. I was sure she could feel it.
She lingered a moment longer atop me, and then she stood up. "Okay, well, I'm gonna find someone else to roll with. I'll definitely be signing up for a membership, though, so we can roll again soon. Thanks Matt."
I blinked, still dazed, as she walked away...and then pulled myself up and fled to the changing room, hoping to get out of there before anyone noticed the increasingly obvious damp spot on my pants.
---
So at this point, I'll be honest with you, I wasn't sure about following up again with either Lauren or Vivian.
To be frank, I was feeling some performance anxiety.
As I've said, I've, uh, always been a bit fast. But it had never been this bad. Between Lauren, Vivian, and now Diana, I had a newfound appreciation for how difficult it was to handle myself with a confident, attractive woman. All three of them were quite a bit hotter than the women I was usually involved with -- maybe that was why?
Either way, now I didn't know what to do. Follow up with Lauren or Viv for another date or hookup when I had no confidence in my own ability to perform any better? It would be so embarrassing.
After I showered, walking home across campus, I pulled up the photo I had taken of Lauren and Vivian -- the one where they were dressed as witches for Halloween or whatever.
Just to be clear: I wasn't comparing them to decide who to follow up with, okay? It was just a reflex, as I mulled over the choice. It was a photo with both of them in it, that's all. A useful visual reference. I'm not a total superficial piece of shit. Jeez.
Anyway, staring down at the picture on my phone, thinking about it...I stopped in my tracks.
You must be fucking kidding me.
In the photo, one of the other women was posing with a broomstick between her thighs, looking at the camera, a familiar, lazy little half-smile on her face. Piercings glinted.
I hadn't recognized her when I'd seen her standing in front of me in the jiu jitsu class, but it was Diana. There was no question about it.
What the fuck was going on?
Up until this point, I had been content to see what I could learn without directly confronting anyone. But this was one too many coincidences.
I got home and sat on the couch, trying to decide what to do. As I saw it, I had a few options, and I needed to decide what to try first...
Lauren and Viv had both reached out. Both of them seemed to want to see me again. All I had to do was see them and ask them what a thaumaturge was, how they knew each other, how they knew Diana...
I felt like I could probably handle Lauren more easily. But I had already gotten at least a little information from Viv; maybe I could get more.
Or...I could try to talk to Diana about it. She'd be listed in the student directory if she went to school here, or I could ask the coach for her email or phone number -- it'd be awkward, but he'd probably help me out.
I mulled over my choice, trying to decide what to do next.
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