RING

<<11:45AM>>

The periods had gone by quite quickly, and we had enough time for ourselves this time around to recreate. Some students would engage in the sports varieties: Basketball, Soccer, Football, Hockey, Badmitton, Tennis, Wrestling, MMA and so on; another class of students would tend to task their minds with board games such as scrabble, checkers, sudoku, catan or my personal favourite: the game of chess.

There’s just this inner satisfaction one would derive watching opponent’s strategies go up in smoke. Though I do dabble in the different sports category here and there, I had found my inner peace within this hall of masterminds.

And luckily enough for me, Shayna was a prodigy in the sport. We booked a place to trade blows with our minds, and I used this opportunity to see through the person of Shayna Garcia.

We took our seats opposite each other, unnoticed at our reserved miniature battleground; she operating the white chessmen and I, the black chessmen.

They were timers placed side by side to be used by the commanders of the chess pieces, and the time was set to fifteen minutes on the clock. We were to partake in a friendly blitz game, and I did not intend to make her look prettier by taking an L in this.

Since I attained the age of reasoning to understand the arts, I had never lost a game. This was not just a friendly match. This was to prove she had no psychological pull over me, no matter how much you thought she did.

Our eyes locked once again, this time with a killing intent on my end and with a seductive persona on her end. We shook hands, the distance between not as close as I had expected for our legs touched together.

Completing all necessary formalities, she initiated the match. She advanced her knight to f3. I responded wth my knight to f6. A nice parallel to our opening. She moved her pawn to the c4 square to which I replied quickly with my pawn to g6.

The sound of our timers clicking back and forth as we played paved way for a set tempo for our match. It was the typical English Opening, and our game seemed to attract the attention of two juniors, who observed our game with high expectations.

She advanced her knight to the c3 square, and I advanced my bishop to g7. She immediately push her pawn forward to d4. I ignored, performing a king’s side castle.

“What’s he doing?” The junior questioned my tactics. “She has complete control over the centre now.”

“Yeah, but take a closer look at the game.” The other junior invited his comrade to see the bigger picture. “Her king is still wide open for an attack, but Jaxon’s defensive strategies now achieved a completely protected king.”

Shayna brought her bishop to the frame, and I pushed my pawn to d5, replicating the complex opening of the transposition to the Grünfeld defense. She unleashed her queen to the battlefield early to b3. I overlooked her presence in the game, proceeding to capture the pawn at c4.

“The Russian System, huh?” Shayna was impressed, presenting her watermelons to occupy a portion of the table, catching the attention of the juniors and drew the concentration of other chess players to watch their game.

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I remained unfazed by the magnificent things of beauty that lay before me, though my heart did not seem to think the same. She accepted the exchange at c4 with her queen and I immediately answered back with my pawn to c6 to avoid any future stranglehold on my territory.

She advanced her pawn to e4, taking control of the centre once again, and I played knight on the b7 square to the d7 square. Rook to d1, knight to b6, queen to c5, bishop to g4. We moved so fast that only two minutes had elapsed on the timers. Bishop to g5.

‘What a strange move. Why not prepare for a king’s castle?’ I got lost in thought, trying to decipher the code of her game plan.

My attention was abruptly pulled towards an arousing touch beneath the table. Her toes caressed my legs, teasing me and ultimately forcing me to lose my guard.

‘Wanna get confrontational huh, Shayna?’ I smirked sinisterly, unhinged by her actions. ‘Very well.’

I advanced my knight to the c4 square. The crowd gasped, all placing their bets on future moves to be played by us. They were completely oblivious to the wonders that happened underneath the chess board. She really was playing dirty, tactical to the fault. Unfortunately for her, my pieces were all set to attack.

“Nice try, Shayna.” I acknowledged her unorthodox methods. “But you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

Shayna simply smirked right at me, flexing her breasts in all of their ungodly glory. “I suppose so.”

She advanced her Queen to a3, and I initiated a trade of knights. Her pawn structure was redeveloped, but I didn’t give a damn. My knight captured on e4, and her bishop captured on e7. Queen to b6, bishop to c4. My knight once again captured on c3, but she couldn’t reciprocate the attack.

“I reckon this is about the third time a situation like this has occurred. Am I right, Jaxon?” Shayna had observed quite keenly.

Bishop to c5. My queen was under attack. This was very difficult situation to counter, and any slacking move would spell my doom. I needed to play a move that would pose as a greater threat, much more than the worth of my queen. Rook on the f square to e8. Check!

She quickly sidestepped her king to move to f1 as that was the safest square at the moment. Nothing changed. My queen was still under attack. What could I possibly do to sting white where it hurt? Think! Think! Think! Thi…

“Knight to b5?”

Her mammaries resonated with a gentle tremor as she suggested a rather effective move to me. It would lead to a Queen’s exchange, and if I could pull my strings right, I would make this battle go in my favour. But, it was too good to be true. I needed to play something else, something glorious. A move destined to catch an opp offguard.

But, as I sought to counter her proposal, I felt it. I felt… her touch. Her fingers lightly brushed against my thigh. I could barely sense it at first, but my body sent a jolt of awareness signals through my veins once I realised.

I glanced up at her, from her curves to her face, my eyes ordering her to cease all conniving actions. But, she simply smiled innocently, mouthing the exclamation, “Shh…” to me as her fingers trailed a slow, deliberate path up my leg.

For the first time in my life, I felt an emotion quite different from the usual confidence and pride. I felt… nervous, my breath caught in my throat. I tried to focus, but the sensation her touch brought to me was distracting. Time ticked by as my body betrayed me, for a sudden rush of heat spread within me. I was responding to her tease. Curses…

How the fuck is no one in the crowd seeing this? She’s an expert I suppose. Clearly, this wasn’t her first dance.

“Shayna…” I tried to call her out, but my voice faltered as her hand moved higher, pressing gently but firmly against the growing bulge in my fit.

What the hell is happening to me? Could this be…?

“There really isn’t any other move but that. Am I right, Jaxon?” Shayna purred, her hand stroking me through the fabric.

I didn’t understand why, but her touch was maddeningly gentle. I couldn’t think straight. As if my body operates on its own, I shifted closer towards her, and my heart began to pound in my chest.

The blood rushed to my groin, and my mind slowly clouded with conflicting desires. I knew what she was doing. I knew her game plan, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever envision myself on the brink of falling into a trap that I had already scouted all the way to absolute perfection. I found myself lost in her touch, falling for it… falling for her?