“You’re supposed to be fighting me, Deshi.”
“I am. God knows, I am.”
“Even if it’s not karate, you gotta do something. Stomp on my toe, elbow me in the stomach, knee me in the balls, strike me in the throat, poke me in the eye…you can’t get caught up in emotion when you’re supposed to be fighting.”
“I know, Sensei, but, I’m just so…I can’t concentrate on this lesson. I think I should go.”
“Why?” the sensei asked. Her hot breath tickled Frankie’s neck. Hands slipped into her panties, discovering her wetness. “The customer is always right. If you’re horny, Deshi, don’t fight it.”
“Good one but I think I’ll go now,” Frankie said, holding her Gi closed.
“Matte! Wait! Are you offended by my actions? If so, I apologize. I—”
“It’s not that. I enjoyed your actions. It’s just, I promised myself I wouldn’t be a lesbian once my son got old enough to know, and when you were touching me I felt those familiar feelings. I felt a surge in my body that wouldn’t let go and I’m afraid…”
“Afraid of what? Karate teaches us to be centered and not to be afraid. We use the techniques to protect ourselves, whether it’s from physical attack, which we work not to engage in, criticism from others, or self-doubt. Here, sit on the mat with me. Let me talk to you as a friend.”
Frankie let out a long breath. “I apologize for the way I behaved the other day. Lately, I’ve been on edge.”
“Probably because you’ve been denying yourself the experience to live. You have anger, frustration, and pent-up emotions because you’re living someone else’s life.”
“If you want to put it like that.” Frankie smiled.
“I do. Because I know that to honor yourself is to honor the Creator, regardless of what other people think. When you honor yourself, you feel much better. You give yourself the power.”
“Thanks, Sensei. Can I give you a hug?”
“Sure,” Rita said, embracing her student. She rubbed Frankie’s back as she cried. Gently wiped her tears. “It’s okay, Deshi. Just be yourself.”
The phrase of encouragement brought on more tears. Rita held Frankie’s face in her hands and spoke sternly. “Listen to me. You need an outlet. Even if it’s not karate, you need something. Holding things in leads to many illnesses. That, and a poor diet.”
Frankie touched Rita’s face, then pulled it to hers. The moisture in her pussy thickened as they kissed. Rita reached for Frankie’s light-skinned breasts. Fondled them again. Held one in each hand and brought her mouth to them. Sucked each nipple like butterscotch candy.
“I love your tits,” she said breathlessly, as Frankie moaned.
“Thank you. I wish I had your confidence.”
“You can, once you let go of arrogance and ego.”
Frankie lay back and pulled Rita to her. Fumbled to untie her white pants.
“We’re not supposed to have sex in these uniforms,” said Rita.
“Then why don’t we take them off?”
Frankie looked at the clear window where anyone could see in. Rita assured her the doors were locked. However sexy it might be, no one would be watching.
“You know, my son is with a friend. I really gotta go,” said Frankie, straightening her Gi. She dashed out of the room, leaving Rita on the mat, perplexed about what had just happened.
“Darryl, I want to talk to you before you go to bed.”
“All right,” said the impatient preteen.
“What you so mad at, son? Why can’t I ever make you happy?”
“Can I be honest with you, Ma? Or do you really want me to just shut up and listen?”
“I want you to be honest. Sit here at the table.”