No, she gets started immediately

Of course, like everything else that day, Katie didn’t have to imagine for very long. Coach Stark instructed her to slide straight into the ring and as she was mid slide, her legs parted wide flashing way more than she meant to. The move gave everyone in the gym a perfect, unobstructed view of her feminine anatomy, her pale pussy lips parting slightly, the soft pink center flashing for a heartbeat before she could stand up.

A chorus of giggles and excited whispers rippled through the room and Katie’s face burned as she realized exactly what they’d seen. She scrambled upright and immediately slapped both hands over her snow white slit with another adorable squeal.

“Katie…” Coach Stark said, his tone low and ominous.

She wiggled her hips for a second in utter embarrassment before slowly forcing her hands back down to her sides. “I’m trying, Coach,” she whimpered, voice shaking. “But when I… spread myself like that,” she shivered hard, “I just can’t help it!”

The other fighters giggled even harder and a few had to cover their mouths to keep from full on laughter. Their amusement only made Katie more mortified, and she had to fight with everything she had not to cover her pasty privates again. Stark gave her a sympathetic look, then nodded at Lena. “You’re up, try to take it a little easy on her.”

Lena hopped into the ring with a bright, eager grin. She let her eyes travel slowly up and down Katie’s perfect naked body, lingering shamelessly on her creamy white breasts, the bright bikini lines framing her hips, and especially the soft, glowing mound between her legs. The brazen inspection sent a fresh burst of heat straight to Katie’s core and she squirmed under the attention.

They didn’t need a signal to begin, both of them knew this was supposed to be a light round, just enough to get Katie used to keeping her hands away from her privates. That didn’t stop Lena from teasing her mercilessly.

The tall blonde circled Katie like a shark after the scent of blood. She inspected her from every angle, making sure to linger on the most **** spots. Katie squirmed in place, letting out tiny, helpless moans as Lena drank her in.

“I love these tan lines of yours, little kitty Kat,” Lena purred, voice low and silky. “They’re like little targets telling me exactly where to touch you.”

Katie blushed furiously at the teasing. The play on her name that Lena had just come up with, gave her extra butterflies and she felt like a total floozy. She found her knees actually wobbling at the dirty thoughts flooding her mind and she knew the other fighters were never letting her live this down. She had never been flirted with so openly in her life, and certainly not while completely naked in front of the woman she’d been crushing on for years.

Lena stepped in close and delivered a sharp slap to Katie’s ass that turned into a firm, lingering squeeze. “Coach tells me you’ve been wanting me to touch you for some time now, little Kat, is that true?” She pressed her body flush against Katie’s back, still massaging the supple, creamy cheek in her hand. “Do you want me to touch you Katie?”

The entire gym had gone dead silent. Every fighter stared, completely stunned. They had expected an awkward sparring session, maybe some light flirting from Lena, but never a scene ripped straight from some lesbian erotic fantasy. Even Coach Stark seemed momentarily lost in the show.

Katie’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Lena chuckled softly and stepped back with a wink.

“Too embarrassed to answer? That’s okay… I guess I’ll just have to find you after practice.” She dropped into a loose stance and began bouncing lightly on her toes. “Now put your hands up, Katie. This is still training, remember?”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Katie squeaked, the submissive little reply slipping out before she could stop it. She got into her own version of a fighting stance and tried her best to hop around. Without her sports bra though, her shapely milky breasts bounced wildly with every movement. The constant jiggling made it impossible to concentrate and she gave up on the footwork in order to settle for a more stationary guard, cheeks burning brighter than ever.

“So obedient for me already, my little kitty Kat,” Lena said with a seductive purr. Even she felt a warm stir between her own legs at how sweetly submissive Katie sounded.

They started with simple boxing drills, and Katie struggled even with those. Every punch made her privates jiggle distractingly, and on wider swings she instinctively spread her stance, giving the entire ringside audience repeated, humiliating peeks at her sun shy pussy. The soft, untanned lips parted and closed with each shift of her weight and the movement caused them to rub arousingly together. She tried desperately to push the embarrassment out of her mind, but every jiggle of her tits and every giggle from the crowd sent another wave of shame crashing over her, clouding her fighter’s instincts.

Lena had to pull several punches that Katie would have normally been able to dodge effortlessly. Her earlier playfulness began to edge toward a panty drying frustration.

“Alright, that’s enough warmup,” Lena said, shifting into a sharper, more serious stance. “I’m going to stop going easy on you now and if you don’t figure it out quickly, I’m going to put you right on your cute little ass. Understand me, Katie?”