A drink with Ellie

The day couldn’t have gone any worse. My mood was in shambles, and yet my dick remained swollen and semi-erect, craving attention.

I felt like a junkie who’d discovered a new drug and couldn’t live without it anymore: I wanted, at all costs, to be knocked out by sexy girls.

I shook my head—what a mess I’d gotten myself into.

I checked my phone to see what time it was, and a lump formed in my throat.

A message from Ellie that said, “Hey, how are you? Want to meet up at the café outside your gym? I’ll be there in half an hour.”—Sent 35 minutes ago.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I finished getting dressed faster than ever and ran out of the gym like a bolt of lightning, ignoring all the judgmental stares that were supposed to make me feel embarrassed. I didn’t give a damn. My mind was focused solely on Ellie.

I reached the café in less than three minutes, flushed and panting from the frantic run I’d just made, and the lump in my throat sank into my chest like a boulder of utter disappointment.

Ellie didn’t seem to be anywhere—she’d already left.

“Hey Jack!” Her calm, melodious voice rang out from behind me. “Sorry I’m a few minutes late—have you been waiting for me for a while?”

“Ellie!” I exclaimed in a voice that was a little too high-pitched. Then I tried to calm down. “Don’t worry, I just got here myself.”

She was almost unrecognizable. She was wearing a long, light-and-dark sundress that reminded me of autumn and its leaves, which set off her shiny blonde hair and matched perfectly with her rosy cheeks dotted with dark freckles. She looked like a nymph, an otherworldly vision.

I was probably on the verge of drooling, and I was completely lost in her, because Ellie seemed to notice and smiled. “Are you going to stare at me all afternoon, or do you want to sit down and get something to drink?”

I returned her smile, embarrassed, and escorted her to the nearest table, pulling out her chair for her, just like the gentlemen I’d seen in movies.

“It seems like I knock good manners into you with my punches, or have you always been this polite?” she said in a low, sarcastic tone, so that only I could hear her.

My cock twitched again. I cleared my throat and tried to change the subject.

“So, how are you?”

“Why didn’t you text me? I thought you wanted me. Or were you too scared of me after our boxing match?” she said, getting straight to the point.

I didn’t know what to say, but luckily I was saved by the waiter who came to take our orders.

I remained in an awkward silence for almost a minute, until our drinks arrived. I tried to change the subject again, but she was staring at me intently, waiting for an answer.

“If you’re worried about my boyfriend, just know that I broke up with him.”

The drink went down the wrong way, making me cough.

“W-Why?!”

“After your friend Max beat him again, he fucked him in the ass so hard that he walked funny for a couple of days.” She giggled at the memory, and I couldn’t help but crack a half-smile myself, picturing Max fucking that hideous excuse for a boyfriend. "But when he found out that I’d actually beaten you, he wouldn’t believe it, and he told me I was just lucky. He started acting petty and was always irritable. He even wanted to quit boxing—the one thing we had in common. A few days ago, he insulted me again, even blaming me for his losses to Max, so I decided to break up with him."

“Oh… I’m sorry he acted that way,” I lied, not knowing exactly what else to say. Actually, I was thrilled about what had happened. Not because of the insults Ellie had had to put up with, but because she was single now.

“So, Coach, do you like me or not?”

“I…” Shit, shit, shit! Why today of all days? I don’t know if it was the knockout Gia had already dealt me or the fact that I’d never felt this way about anyone before, but my tongue felt heavy and my thoughts were clouded.

I realized that if I was ever going to be the confident, brazen, outspoken “bully” again, this was the moment.

“I want you more than anything else. To say I simply like you would be a total understatement. You are the sexiest woman I know.”

“Good, because from now on we're dating,” she said simply, sipping her tea and hiding a mocking, satisfied little smile behind her cup. Then she added, in a much deeper, more possessive tone, “And if anyone asks, from now on I'm your girlfriend.” And finally she whispered, so that only I could hear. "And I own you. You are mine."