The Comeback

"You look like hell," Matt chuckled at his friend as he drove the two of them towards the gym.

Billy slumped in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes suggesting he hadn't slept a wink, though the opposite was true. Part of it was the lingering soreness from yesterday, but mostly it was the sheer anxiety gnawing at his gut. He felt exposed. Vulnerable. Like every woman he encountered was looking at him not as a champion, but as a target.

"Shut up, Matt," he muttered, though there was no heat in it. He sounded defeated already. "I just... I didn't sleep great."

He gripped his gym bag tightly in his lap. He knew today was supposed to be a regular training day, but the atmosphere felt heavy.

Matt glanced sideways at his friend, noting the white-knuckled grip on the bag. He wanted to offer some words of encouragement, but he also knew Billy's current state. The champ was emotionally fragile, a wounded animal pacing its cage.

"Look, man, just go through the motions today. Hit the bags, run some drills, get your head in the game. Don't let it get to you," Matt advised, a bit of sympathy making it's way into his voice as they drove towards the gym. "Is this about seeing the guys after they saw Carly whip you so bad?"

Billy let out a low groan, rubbing his face with one hand. The mention of Carly sent a sharp pang of shame through his chest, followed immediately by that traitorous, familiar pulse in his groin.

"Shut up..." Billy muttered again, this time with some definite heat behind it.

Matt shook his head and let out a sigh. In his own way, he was trying to give Billy one last chance. To let his best friend explain what had been going on so that he could help. As much as he wanted to see Carly have her moment in the sun, seeing his rival so broken and out of sorts made him hesitate.

"C'mon, bro. Tell me what's been going through your head these last few weeks. I'm just trying to help," Matthew urged him, internally begging his friend to give him something. Of course, he already knew what was affecting him thanks to Anna's brilliant detective work, but if Billy could just be open with him, maybe, just maybe, Matt would still get him out of this...

It had the opposite effect.

Billy suddenly snapped, turning sharply toward Matt, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and distress. His friend had been prodding him for an explanation ever since he first started slipping, trying to figure out what was in Billy's head. But how could Billy tell him? How could he tell him about his mom, his sister, his coach, Karen, and Carly? Tell him about all the losses that had eroded his pride, but fueled his libido. About how it all began because of Billy trying to live out his twisted fantasy by being slept by his own mother...?

"Help? You want to help?!" the champ barked, his voice cracking slightly. "Then maybe tell your fat-assed ex to stay the hell out of my gym!"

Billy didn't really believe what he was saying. He knew Matt was just trying to be a good friend. He knew Carly had every right to come back to the club, especially with all the hard work she had clearly done. And he knew that he shouldn't be taking his frustrations out on one of the few people still in his corner. But he was just too ashamed of the position he had put himself in to confess it, so all he could do was bite back.

Mattie winced at the outburst, surprised by Billy's aggression. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and for a moment, silence hung heavy in the car.

"Fine," Matthew said, his voice low and dangerously calm. "If that's how you want to play it. Just remember, I tried."

With that Mattie felt something sever. It was the same feeling he'd had when he and Carly had ended their relationship. It didn't change that Matt cared about the person, but he felt the distance settle between them, and with it, steeled his resolve.

It was grounding, but every bit as disappointing as when Carly had dumped him.

They both hated how it ended. Matthew would wave when he saw her, give a friendly smile and nod if they happened to meet each other's gaze, but he wouldn't approach her. Carly wouldn't even do that much, her anxiety too crippling to even acknowledge her ex. She threw herself back into feminism, while Matt returned to the boxing club, which he hated to admit had become much more peaceful and enjoyable without her constant need to be validated.

It took a long time of his silent, respectful distance before Carly could accept that she hadn't been fair to him. Even longer before she worked up the courage to speak to Matthew again. She had seen him using one of the school computers, separated from all the jerks that used to make her feel stupid and ashamed, and decided to simply walk up and offer a nervous "Hi". The meeting was short and uncomfortable, but it was enough. Matt accepted that communication was open again, and texted her that evening. Feeling relief, she started texting back, and it became a casual correspondence.

They started hanging out every so often. It was awkward at first, and hurt feelings would often surface leading to old and new arguments, but they managed to navigate it into a functional friendship. Both of them had a few girlfriends (Carly couldn't find another guy that she could stand well enough to date) and managed to stay supportive without being jealous. When Carly started her kickboxing class, she was happy to see Mattie encouraging her to let her warrior woman out once again.

It was several months after Carly had integrated into the killer milf squad that she invited Matt over to help her with training. She wasn't yet the powerhouse that she would eventually become, but the effects were obvious all the same. The frizzy-haired kickboxer could see the way her ex eyed her, admiring the new sculpt of her body, and it made her swell with confidence and pride. Matthew had always said Carly was hotter than she gave herself credit for, but for the first time she actually believed it.

"Come on, Mattie! Why won't you spar with me? It's not like we're dating anymore," Carly whined playfully as she tried to convince him to put his gloves on an let her test herself against him. While she didn't believe she was a match for him, she was in a great mood after her workout and spending several hours with one of the few decent guys she knew.

The fact that he was currently shirtless and glistening with sweat didn't hurt either.

"You know damn well why..." Matt gave a teasing grin back at her as he wiped his brow. It was good to see her like this again, the fierce, spunky girl he knew before the club had punched the fire out of her. With a significant glow up on top of it. "I'm not about to be the guy that starts beating up his ex, even if she is literally asking for it..."

They both let out a laugh. Carly had always understood why Matthew would never agree to fight her. He had taken on women at the club before, but he always held back significantly to avoid hurting them. It was even more so when it came to Carly. Her status as girlfriend and then ex-girlfriend put her in a stand alone category, which was both frustrating, and oddly flattering. She just had to settle for him donning a pair of strike pads as the closest she would get to actual combat with the brawler.

"Always the fucking gentleman..." Carly teased in the same way she had so many times throughout the years. He gave her a wink and turned away to get a drink from his water bottle.

A slow, appreciative smirk spread across her face as she watched him walk away. She lets her gaze linger on his bare back and the outline of his lean, hard muscles. Fuck, she had missed this view! She could feel the heat pooling between her newly strengthened thighs, remembering all the times the two of them had been together. While she wasn't expecting anything to happen, she was so high on endorphins that she was feeling wickedly daring.

Once Matthew was focused on getting his drink, she started creeping towards him. He looked like a damn model posing for a fitness magazine, but Carly wouldn't let it distract her from her goal. Then, the second he put it down, she struck, leaping onto his toned back.

"Wha-!" Matt let's out a startled grunt from the weight of her slamming into his back. He stumbled forward, but managed to stay on his feet. The sensation of her soft, sweaty skin pressing against his bare back, and the strength in those powerful, athletic thighs clamping around his waist sent a jolt of arousal through his entire being.

"Gotcha!" Carly giggled, wrapping her tremendous legs around Matt's lean torso, her arms looping loosely around his neck as she used him like a human jungle gym. "If you won't fight me, then I guess I'll be the one to beat up my ex!~"

The fiery young woman then purposefully squeezed her thighs tighter around him, testing her strength. The boxer let out a long, deep exhale as her legs compressed his ribs, forcing air from his lungs. Carly's eyes lit up when she heard the sharp exhale. With all the hard work she had done to strengthen her lower body, it was rewarding to know that she could actually pressure someone as strong as Matt. She braced and gave another forceful clinch of her thighs...

...and Matthew moaned...

"The hell...?" Carly blinked, her leggy grip loosening at the sound. She knew that moan. She'd missed that moan. That wasn't a pain response, that was raw pleasure. "Mattie...? Do... do you like it when I squeeze you like this?~"

"Wh-what...?!" Matthew tried to laugh the question off, despite the deep blush on his cheeks, "Wh-why would I-NNNNGH!~"

He let out another whimper of pleasure at her strong legs gave another squeeze. His hands reached up instinctively, gripping her hard, crushing gams to anchor himself amidst the sensory overload.

"Holy shit, you do!" she purred playfully right into his ear, her own cheeks getting redder at the thought of Matt getting turned on by her powerful new body. It made her think of all the times she'd wanted to put a strong, arrogant man in his place. All the times she'd felt weak, but wanted to prove she was strong. And here was her chance...

"What about when I do this?~"

Instead of letting go, she doubled down. Carly took one arm and slowly wrapped it around Matthew's neck, his throat wedged tightly against her budding bicep. She dug her knees further into Matt's sides and exerted a massive, crushing force with her thighs, leaning her chest firmly against his upper back so he could feel the warmth and softness of her breasts pressing into his skin. She wanted to see exactly how much more noise she could pull out of him~

Matthew's vision swam for a second as her whole body constricted around him like an anaconda. He slowly lowered himself to his knees, Carly laughing at the submissive action and squeezing even tighter. Between the pressure around his neck and the crush of her muscular thighs squeezing his midsection, he felt utterly trapped.

And he absolutely loved it!

Matt was a fighter, and fighters were the type of girl he liked. It didn't have to be physical. Women with drive, women that pushed themselves, women that didn't subscribe to the norm or take shit from people, those were what caught his eye. Someone that would make him work for it. Fight for it.

That was Matthew's kink. It was all about the struggle. He loved the thrill of being pushed and rising to the occasion. It was why he didn't mind being considered second place, because it gave him a goal to strive towards. It was why he liked women that made him work for it, and worked in return. Because it made it all the better when he succeeded. But as anyone with a fetish will tell you...

There is nothing sexier than a taboo.

"C-Carly... hhhnnngh!" Mattie's head lolled back against her shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut. Every muscle in his body seemed to melt under her power, leaving him vulnerable and gasping. He knew he could fight her off, but the question was, why would he want to?

This pressure, this strength, this struggle... it was all real. Carly had worked hard for this strength, and she had earned it. She could seriously hurt him if he didn't fight back. And while he squirmed and struggled in her iron grip, knowing he shouldn't surrender, the brawler who didn't know how to quit felt his dick throb at the thought of doing just that. Because submission was forbidden, and that's what made it so sexy.

When Matt opened his eyes again, and his gaze met Carly's, they both knew something had shifted. The young woman saw the hunger in his eyes, and returned it in equal measure. Then she kissed him, and he kissed back.

And then they fucked hard.

It was not romantic in the least. It was raw and passionate. It wasn't what they once had, but damned if it wasn't something they both wanted. Or needed, for that matter.

This became the first of many wrestling matches. Carly usually won, since that aligned more with both of their kinks, though not always. Their joint competitiveness made it all the more erotic when Mattie would pin Carly down and remind her that he could indeed take control if he chose to. It turned out to be great stress relief, and let them both fulfill their fantasies in a safe environment.

Well, mostly safe. The two had an unspoken agreement not to do anything that would actually hurt one another, so the first knockout came as quite a surprise. Carly had been sitting on Matthew's face, as she had done several times before. Her huge, increasingly powerful glutes completely eclipsed the boy's head as she was grinding her needy pussy against it. She had orgasmed so hard that she never noticed when his arms flopped lifelessly to the mat. When she finally did and climbed off of him, Carly had panicked, nearly calling for an ambulance, only for Matthew to wake up seconds later with a very happy grin on his face.

She started being more careful, but ko's became a welcome addition to their rendezvous. Carly even took a twisted sense of satisfaction that she had put Matthew to sleep far more than Billy ever had, and that she could do it anytime she wanted. Matt wouldn't argue. Her legs and glutes were becoming lethal weapons. He could spend hours just watching her do squats, working those gorgeous lower limbs so that they could make him beg for mercy. While he had no doubt he could defeat her in skill, the brawler's frequent insistence that one solid kick from those killer gams would mean naptime for even the toughest fighters was one of Carly's biggest points of pride.

This friends-with-benefits dynamic would go on for months. Carly was feeling more confident in herself then she had in years. She had noticed that men and women alike were looking at her with not just more respect, but also with desire. The kickboxer especially found it entertaining when she caught Billy's little sister eye humping her proud thighs during one of their feminism meetings. When she told Mattie, he encouraged her to ask Anna out, if only so he could live vicariously through Carly.

It was ironic that Anna's presence was the last spark they needed to finally get back together, and that they would all end up in a throuple, set to humble the champion that had made them feel so much smaller than they were.

Matthew generally hoped that Billy would come out of this as the friend he grew up with. The one that didn't laugh at him for being being behind, and that he'd be able to shake off whatever was messing with him lately. But if he didn't, Matt would know that he was the better fighter in the end, because he outlasted him. He survived the losses that Billy's ego couldn't, and always came back stronger. He would be the one that wouldn't break.

Maybe it would have been better for the champ if Mattie was the one to finally put him in his place, but this meant too much to Carly, too. Besides, the thought of the girl everyone else mocked and underestimated, the one that Matt alone saw something special in, of her being the one to finally shatter that legendary chin...

Matt's dick throbbed.

Yeah, he could live with that. For once, fuck being a gentleman...