Anna goes to class, but she has trouble paying attention.

Anna got up early the next morning to get ready for her language immersion class. She looked at her naked body in the bathroom mirror. A couple of bruises on her belly and chest, and a red mark on her face where Billy had gotten with her with a punch. She wore one of her more modest tops, and put plenty of makeup on. She didn't want anyone asking questions about what she'd been up to.

Her class was the kind that was meant to quickly teach college students the basics of a foreign language so that they could then study in that country. Only problem was, Anna was going into her second semester abroad, and had already mastered the material. As she listened to Monsieur Dumas drone on in alternating French and English, she found it hard to pay attention to the stuff she already knew, and her thoughts drifted.

Soon she found herself reliving her fights with Billy, blow for blow, as best she could remember them. She was getting wet between the legs, and she surreptitiously shoved her hand between her thighs and squeezed hard with her legs. Monsieur Dumas's voice receded into the distance as she focused.

She was daydreaming now about how she could escalate the situation. She'd beaten him with the advantage of the loaded gloves, then she'd beaten him without that advantage. She had gotten him to willingly kiss her ass afterwards, and now he was on guard around her, every bit as timid as she herself had been before taking up boxing.

What she found most frustrating was that she couldn't tell anyone about all this. It was bad enough that she was getting pleasure out of beating someone up, and even worse that it was her own brother. Anyone she told would think she was a freak.

A freak...Anna sat up straight. There was someone she could tell. She immediately took her phone out and hid it behind her textbook, opening up a message to her friend Lily.

Lily was Anna's opposite in many ways. She was 21, two years older than Anna and a known slut, but a classy one. She had slept with tons of guys, and knew everything there was to know about sex, but she wouldn't just sleep with any random person and she managed to maintain an air of something like innocence about her. She was tall and slim, with long dark brown hair. Everybody knew she was into some freaky stuff, and Anna hadn't talked to her since getting back from France.

They exchanged a bit of small catch-up talk, while Anna tried to figure out how to bring up what she really wanted to talk about. Then, Lily gave her a golden opportunity.

Lily: i hope since being back in the states, you haven't stopped...broadening your horizons, have you?

She was referring to a conversation they'd had before Anna left, where Lily tried to persuade her to be more sexually adventurous. Apparently it had worked.

Anna: not at all! actually...I've been getting into even crazier stuff recently! it's pretty weird i gotta be honest.

Lily: try me :P

Anna: have you ever gotten turned on by boxing someone?

Lily: not boxing, i've wrestled around a bit with some guys and some girls, but i've never thrown a punch. sounds hot though, have you been boxing with someone??

Anna: yup...i knocked him out too ;)

Lily: awww, my naive little anna is a badass! did you have sex afterwards? who was it? i have so many questions!

Anna: just head. but it was really good head...and as for who it was, well that's the weird part...

Lily: oh come on you know i won't judge

Anna: it was billy.

Lily: billy as in YOUR BROTHER billy??

Anna: yeah : /

Lily: disgusting

Anna squirmed in her seat as M. Dumas droned on the background. She should have known this would be too weird even for Lily. She blushed as the shame and regret of sharing her messed-up sex life washed over her. She started writing a message that would play it off as a joke, making up a different guy named Billy that she had been boxing, but suddenly her phone buzzed again.

Lily: i'm so proud of you!

Lily: i remember we talked and i told you how fun it was to get a little dirty sometimes. this wasn't exactly what i had in mind, but it sounds like you took my advice to heart! and as long as you're safe and enjoying it, there's nothing wrong with it. how does billy like it?

Anna: i'm pretty sure he likes it. we haven't exactly talked about it, but i think the whole thing started because he LIKES to get knocked out

Lily: hold on, isn't he like a champion boxer or something?

Anna: yeah, that's why i think he likes getting knocked out. i shouldn't be able to beat him...but i can

"Mademoiselle Anna?" Monsieur Dumas was staring at Anna expectantly, his piercing gray eyes locked on her. He must have asked her something, but she didn't hear it at all.

"Ummm....je ne sais pas," Anna answered. Monsieur Dumas frowned at her, and she shrank down in her seat. It wasn't like her to not pay attention...or to not know the answer.

Next thing she knew, Dumas was right in front of her tilting back the top of her textbook. He saw her phone and realized she'd been texting in class, in violation of one of his few rules.

"Donnez-moi," he said, his hand out palm up. When Dumas caught students texting in class, he had a practice of confiscating the phone and then reading the text messages aloud.

Anna squirmed a little more in her seat, overcome by nerves. Would he really read those messages she'd sent to Lily? She blushed as she thought about the possibility that the whole school could find out about her boxing with Billy, dirty details and all.