PERFECT PAIR by
Catharsis - Part 2 - Symmetrical Figures
Holly held the dining hall door for Michelle, and then
strode beside her along the sidewalk that led to the dorms.
On the way, Michelle casually mentioned how she admired her
roommate's virtually boundless energy, and how it allowed
Gina to attend classes, party in the evenings, and still be
able to work as a waitress part time on the weekends from
ten o'clock to two thirty. Michelle let this nugget of
information float into the air to see if Holly would be able
to catch what it meant. She did catch the meaning, and
anticipated and matched the left turn that Michelle made
towards the residence hall that housed her and Gina's room.
Michelle held the door open when they got there, and they
shared a quiet trip up the stairs to the second floor.
Michelle waved and smiled at her neighbors as if nothing out
of the ordinary was about to happen. They commented on how
cute Michelle and Holly looked together. Holly blushed
shyly, thinking all the while how oblivious they were to
what her true feelings were about being near Michelle.
Michelle unlocked the door to her room, and motioned Holly
inside. She then followed Holly in, and locked the door
behind her. Holly nonchalantly checked out the room, trying
to calm her nerves. Here they were, alone and with no one to
interrupt them for the next hour and a half. All of the
tension, and all of the animosity churning inside of her was
bubbling to the surface. She willed herself to be calm, and
turned to face the girl whose room she was now in.
Michelle wasn't looking at her. She casually dropped her
keys into her purse, and began a slow, sassy walk towards
the center of the room where Holly was. As she did so, she
watched her index finger trace along the edge of the dresser
her purse was on top of and spoke, as if addressing nobody
in particular.
"Ever have a problem suddenly appear, unavoidably, right in
front of you?" she wondered aloud.
Holly played along. "Not often. But I know that I can push
it out of my way without too much difficulty."
"Gotta be careful, of course. It's easy to underestimate
problems, and dangerous, too." Michelle raised her head and
gazed challengingly into Holly's eyes. "Sometimes, they push
back." Michelle continued her lazy steps towards Holly,
swaying her hips as she did.
"That's why it pays to be firm, and outlast them," Holly
responded. At this, Holly put her hands on her sides, and
took a single stride forward. The two young women were now
tantalizingly close, almost touching.
"Still, the pressure can get to be too much to bear,"
Michelle said, in a mockingly condescending tone. She stood
up straight, and placed her hands on her hips. The two were
face to face, staring defiantly into each other's eyes.
Their full, rounded breasts expanded as both drew in deep
breaths.
"That's why the best tactic is always to meet them head-on,"
said Holly, and leaned forward.
She let the front of her fuzzy sweater touch Michelle's
sweater, and then gently pushed her chest down onto
Michelle's. She expected the other girl to reel back in
shock, and was preparing a snide comment for that exact
occasion. Michelle didn't, however. A slight blush bloomed
on her cheeks and she pushed back, rocking Holly back onto
her heels and driving the pair apart. Michelle casually
tossed a lock of hair back over one ear.
"Head on, you say?" she said in a fake inquisitive voice.
"Oh, you mean like this?" Michelle stepped forward directly
into Holly, mashing her boobs lightly into her rival's.
Their twin bosoms swelled as they pressed together. Quiet
gasps leaped from the girls' mouths at the feel of each
other's supple breasts touching through the soft fabric of
their sweaters. Their heads swam with emotion, and they
struggled to maintain control, even as their primal
instincts urged them drop all decorum and set at each other.
Neither wanted to be the one to lose control first, however,
and thus appear less civilized. Again and again, the two
took turns rocking forward on their toes and gently pushing
each other with the front of their chests.
After the first few collisions, the coeds settled into a
contest where each applied pressure to the other's chest
gradually using only her own upper body and held it for as
long as they could. Their sweaters bulged outwards from the
boobs that were mushrooming beneath them. Their conflict was
a silent one. Only the nearly imperceptible sound of their
ever more labored breathing exhaling through their noses
could be heard in the room. Neither girl gave any ground,
and continued matching her opponent bump for bump and push
for push with her gorgeous breasts. Two minutes passed, then
five. Without a break, the battle went on and on. Tit
mashing evolved into tit rubbing, as the two began sliding
the front of their sweaters slowly but firmly across each
other. Up and down, and then side to side they bashed each
other for what seemed like forever. They never sped the pace
of their attacks up. Instead, they focused on gradually
bearing down with the most force they could, trying to break
the other's will to continue through a painful flattening of
her boobs.
Holly could scarcely believe what was happening. Here she
was, grinding her boobs against another girl. It was filthy.
It was dirty. But Michelle was giving as good as she got,
and refused to back down. Holly knew she would never tell
anyone about this. The battle they were involved in would
remain private, a secret kept from everyone else. The
thought dawned on her that she could be as nasty as she
dared. Whatever it took to make the blond copycat in front
of her break down in defeat was all right; nothing was
forbidden. A feeling of wide-open freedom rushed through her
blood, and spurred her on.
Fifteen minutes went by without either one moving her feet.
Both had opened their mouths and were breathing heavily.
Their cheeks were flush from the exertion and from the
twinges of excitement caused by the sensual treatment their
nipples were getting. Each was frustrated at the other's
lack of capitulation, and they redoubled their efforts to
push the other backwards. The fronts of their sweaters met
roughly as the pair leaned hard into each other's body.
Their foreheads came together, and their noses almost
touched. Gritting their teeth, they waged a strenuous war,
each beginning to feel more and more stressed from the
weight being applied to her bosom. Higher and higher pitched
whimpers escaped their lips from the combination of force
and pleasantly erotic shivers each were feeling.
With a sudden exhale, Holly and Michelle pushed off from
each other. Grim determination set on their faces, and the
two nineteen year olds went back at it immediately. The
shock of contact elicited groans from the duo, but soon they
pursed their lips and concentrated on their heated skirmish.
Each girl had made up her mind to keep going until she
emerged victorious, even as a quiet astonishment crept into
her thoughts at how long and strenuous the battle had become
and how unyielding her opponent was.
Their hands met at their waists, and their fingers
intertwined and squeezed. Both lowered their heads and
tilted them to one side. Their noses caressed each other's
shoulder and their rosy cheeks touched as the panting
females fought and strained. They could smell each other's
sweet, flowery perfume, which mingled in the air around
their tightly united bodies. Moaning despite themselves,
both girls traded soft tit blows again and again. They
pounded their chests together until neither felt she could
stand straight. Both were getting uncomfortably warm and
slightly aroused from being in such close proximity. All in
all, their slow, strenuous duel lasted nearly thirty minutes
without a pause. Michelle was preparing to slam herself into
Holly with a loud grunt when she heard a familiar voice
outside the door.
"Oh, dear," she exclaimed, and stopped herself. Holly,
figuring out what was about to happen, brought herself back
to reality. The two girls separated, and quickly began
primping themselves as a key could be heard slipping into
the lock on the door. When Gina, who was running one hand
idly through her short, boyishly-cut brown hair, walked in,
she was pleasantly surprised to find Holly visiting her
roommate. The two girls were blushing adorably, and they
greeted her warmly.
"Jeez, you two look so alike. Did you call each other and
plan out what you were wearing?" Gina asked, chuckling. This
bothered the two, but their expressions didn't show it. They
smiled shyly instead.
"Michelle and I had lunch, and she was just showing me what
she's got in her room," Holly said. Gina was oblivious to
the double meaning of 'showing me what she's got', but
Michelle wasn't.
"Uh huh," said Michelle, "and then she'll show me her
stuff."
"That sounds cool," Gina remarked.
"You're back a little earlier than usual," Michelle said
without a hint of irritation.
"Yeah, once the lunch rush died down, the manager said I
could go. I was only in today to cover for Carla, who caught
a cold."
"Oh, I didn't know that," said Michelle, her heart pounding
fast from how close she and Holly had been to being
discovered.
"I hope she gets better," offered Holly.
"Me, too," said Gina. "This is the second 'cold' in a month
she's come down with on a Saturday morning."
Holly and Michelle just grinned. Gina flopped down in her
desk chair. Pointing at the room, she asked Holly, "So, how
do you like it?"
"It's very nice. Michelle's been quite a generous hostess."
"I bet she has," chuckled Gina. "And I'm sure you're going
to return the favor."
"Of course," Holly said, stifling a mischievous smirk.
"Shall we go, then?" prodded Michelle politely.
Holly nodded, and then waved at Gina. "Nice meeting you
again."
"Enjoy yourselves." Gina waved back, and turned to the
laptop that sat on her desk, unaware that the other meaning
of her words had just sent a thrill through both girls.
Out in the brisk October wind, the two quickly cooled off
and composed their demeanors. Each felt a slight trepidation
about what lay ahead as they watched the large residence
hall that Holly and Rachel lived in come into view. Their
minds still reeled from the intense sensations of the weight
of the other's breasts on her own. Something powerful and
unspoken was building between the two of them, and they knew
it. In spite of their initial misgivings about wanting to
crush the other's pride and see her humiliated, they both
felt more and more certain that that was exactly what they
most desired to do. They glanced at each other as they went
inside the building and headed to Holly's room. Their looks
told them clear as day how strong their wills were to see
this contest through to the end.
Michelle entered the cramped dorm room first, and scanned
her eyes around it. Holly shut the door, and turned the
bolt. Warily examining her foe, the corner of her vision
caught sight of a bundle of keys next to Rachel's laptop.
"She's so forgetful," Holly thought. She soon figured out
that her roommate's carelessness was actually a blessing. I
meant that she couldn't barge in and disturb her and
Michelle. As a devilish grin curled Holly's lips, Michelle
began checking out the assortment of makeup paraphernalia on
Holly's dresser.
"Flavored lipstick?" Michelle remarked. "What a coincidence.
I use it myself. Cherry, of course."
"Cherry's nice, but strawberry's much sweeter."
Michelle's pulse quickened. She relished the bitchy repartee
that the two were engaged in. "Strawberry IS such a great
flavor. Kids love it." She let the comment hang in the air
for a moment. "Cherry is a more mature flavor, don't you
think?"
"It has a slightly bitter taste, doesn't it?"
"Well, perhaps if you tried what I've got, you'd change your
mind," Michelle said, moistening her pouting lips.
"How kind of you," said Holly. "Although you might find that
strawberry is just as strong and succulent."
"Are you offering to share?" Michelle asked, her voice
slightly lowered. She took a step towards Holly.
"Certainly," replied Holly, quieting herself as well. She
opened her arms with her palms facing up. "Take as much as
you want. I've got plenty."
"Too much generosity can be dangerous," warned Michelle,
slowly narrowing the distance between her and the other
blond.
Holly brought her lips together and drew them into her mouth
as she inhaled a deep breath. She stepped forward, bringing
her and Michelle's faces so close they almost touched.
In a delicate whisper, she exhaled, "Prove it."
For a few seconds, neither girl moved. Each breathed in the
other's sweet scent, and gazed deep into each other's eyes.
The room fell silent and still, as if time itself had
paused, waiting in anticipation for the girls to begin.
Michelle felt slightly dizzy. She had hardly ever kissed a
guy, and even then it was on the cheek as a sign of
friendship. The idea of bringing her lips together with
another girl's was slutty. And sleazy. And oh, so
deliciously naughty. Her challenging words had revealed the
naked truth that dwelled within her. She wanted to let go of
all of her inhibitions, and direct all of the wickedness she
had pent up inside of herself at Holly. The other girl's
expression told Michelle that she wasn't alone in that,
either.
Michelle leaned forward, but just barely. She felt their two
sweaters touch. The fuzzy material caught and meshed. Holly
tilted her head slightly to one side, and brought her nose
close to Michelle's cheek. The two girls' warm and soft
chests came into contact, and their hands reached out for
each other's hips.
Their lips brushed tantalizingly, and then separated. A
delirious sensation danced where they had touched, inviting
their owners to continue. Again, they gently came together,
lingering a bit longer before disengaging. Holly swallowed.
Her heart beat loudly in her chest. Michelle, her eyes
half-closed now, tugged on Holly's sweater and pressed her
mouth onto the other blonde’s. Their cherry and strawberry
lipsticks mingled, swirling the two succulent flavors
together. Michelle parted her lips, and caressed Holly's
mouth with light, teasing pecks. Holly soon responded in
kind. Saliva moistened their lips as the two girls slowly
kissed. Their fingers arched, grasping more and more firmly
as the emotions that coursed through them increased in
intensity.
Eyes fully closed now, the pair continued their slow,
sensuous assault upon each other's mouths. Both were
beginning to feel an embarrassing desire building inside of
them. Each fought to control it, hoping that the other would
be the one to break away first, unable to take any more.
Moans purred in their throats despite their best efforts to
stifle them. Their lips sucked and tugged on each other more
and more fervently. After nearly ten minutes, the two were
near their limit. Simultaneously, they halted their languid
but passionate battle, and opened their eyes.
Their faces were flush with heat, and their mouths were
smeared with what remained of their lipstick. They each
burned with a strong will to conquer the other, but each was
becoming frustrated with her foe's lack of weakness. Not
wanting to show any dent in their resolve, they joined their
lips together again. A barely audible whimper rose from both
of them. The pause had made the powerful feelings generated
by their sensual duel all that more noticeable once they
resumed it.
Tongues wrestled erotically, bringing new sensations into
the fray. Their hands sought out each other's backs, and
their arms drew them tighter together. On and on the two
coeds made out, each striving to overwhelm the other. The
room echoed with the wet sounds of the girls kissing,
sucking, licking and moaning ceaselessly. As the afternoon
went on, their bodies became more and more uncomfortable
underneath the sweaters that they wore. The soft, thick
clothing was making their torsos hotter than they could
bear. The two took more frequent breaks, where they panted
heavily face to face. These rests never lasted long, as
their mutual animosity drove them together again and again,
with greater force each subsequent time.
For the better part of an hour, the two teens remained
locked in a battle of lips and tongues. Their arms wrapped
around each other's bodies, and their hands began to knead
and massage each other through their fluffy sweaters. As
they did this, Michelle's fingers eventually discovered the
satin slip beneath Holly's sweater. Her fingertips rubbed
the fabric, and she felt how thin a barrier it was between
them and Holly's bare skin. Unconsciously, Holly lifted the
back of Michelle's sweater, and ran her hands across the
satin camisole she found below it.
"So," Michelle said during another pause, "you're a fan of
silky unmentionables, as well."
"Only the best."
"You don't say. Care to show me?"
"Be my guest. As long as you don't mind me asking the same
of you."
"Of course not."
The two girls were more than eager to cool off by removing
their sweaters and have at each other with less clothing
between their struggling bodies. They separated, and began
lifting the fuzzy material over their heads.
Suddenly, the doorknob rattled. One second later someone
pounded on the door.
Rachel's voice called out from the hallway, "Ho--lly! You in
there?"
It took Holly a little bit to compose herself. "Yes."
"Open the door, I forgot my keys. Stupid me."
Holly and Michelle raced to fix their clothing. "Just a
minute." The two grabbed tissues and wiped their mouths as
spotless as they could. Michelle turned her back to the door
and pretended to look at the stuff on Holly's dresser when
Holly let Rachel in.
"Hey, look who's here," the redhead announced upon seeing
Michelle. "Gina said you two might be together."
"Hi, Rachel," Michelle said pleasantly. Rachel stopped in
her tracks and looked back and forth between the two girls.
For a moment, the two blonds thought that she had seen
through their hasty job of cleaning up. A sense of dread
welled up in them.
"Gawd," Rachel said at last, "aren't you two the perfect
pair."
Holly giggled, hiding her nervousness. "Thanks."
"Is that eye shadow you're wearing?" Rachel squinted at
Holly's face. "You two going out somewhere?"
Holly opened her mouth, not quite sure what to say. Michelle
answered for her.
"No, nothing like that. We've just been putting makeup on
each other."
Holly stifled a hiccup. Rachel looked over at her, and Holly
fought to keep a calm expression on her face. "Uh huh, and
talking about things," she added, acting like she hadn't
just recalled the feel of Michelle's body and lips against
her own.
"Like what?" Rachel asked, feigning interest. She put her
satchel down next to her desk and picked up her keys.
"Sort of a continuation of getting to know each other,"
Holly said, smiling at Michelle. "You know, just chewing the
fat." Michelle's blood boiled at that last line. The urge to
continue her duel with the other blond rose uncontrollably
inside of her.
"Oh." Rachel yawned. "Well, don't mind me. You all can keep
going. I'm going to take a nap for a bit. Gina's going to be
here at five after her bike ride and we're going to play
volleyball. You're invited, too, if you want."
"That's very kind."
Rachel plopped herself down on her bed and curled up, facing
the wall. Holly glared at Michelle. Her roommate's
interruption had irked her. She wanted nothing more than to
stride over to Michelle and get back into it with her. She
wasn't quite sure what she would do, however, and she
searched for a way to turn the unexpected suspension of
their battle to her favor.
"Michelle, do you want to rest now, too?" she asked with
mock concern.
"Oh, I'm perfectly fine," the blond replied. "But don't let
me stop you if you'd like to take a break."
"I'm OK."
"Well, then, how about I give you that blush we were talking
about?"
Holly inhaled sharply. "Let's go."
To Be Continued