OBSESSION
- Part 3
by AVIDMIKE
“You wanna feel then let’s really feel!” Kathi snarled,
tears streaming down her face. She dragged her nails roughly
down the front of Judy’s blouse, tearing the buttons away
and raking down the redhead’s smooth, creamy belly. Then she
dug into the front of Judy’s shorts and curled her fingers
around the waistband of her panties. Judy gasped as the
blonde tugged upward and she felt the red satin slip between
her buns and force its way between her soft labia before
pressing hard against her bush. Kathi glowered down at her
madly nose to nose and Judy desperately fought back as the
blonde’s fist twisted her panties around itself. She clawed
her way down Kathi’s shorts and slipped her fingers inside
the other girl’s underwear, grabbed a handful of soft blonde
pubic hair and tugged upward, grinding her knuckles into
Kathi’s hot mound.
Locked into an insane impasse, Kathi and Judy glared into
each other’s eyes, snarling, and for a few crazed seconds
licked at each other again tongue to tongue. Judy didn’t
know what she was doing but she could feel Kathi gyrating
against her ferociously as if something was coming to a
head, and she could feel her own body bucking under the
blonde’s dirty attack. She felt as raw as if she’d been
rope-burned all over herself and her clothes were hot and
damp with sweat. But she still wanted to make Kathi scream.
Both girls managed to clamp their fingers down on each
other’s mounds and twist pubic hair and in a second they
separated, falling back against the cold gymnasium wall,
gasping for air. Their shorts were unsnapped and open to the
air; Kathi’s tank top was ripped and Judy’s blouse had been
torn open and was now buttonless. Their faces, necks and
arms were red with scratches. As if on a signal Kathi lashed
out and slapped Judy across the face as if in violent
rebuke for the redhead’s attack on her crotch.
Judy took the blow, her head ringing from it, but returned
it instantly and sent Kathi staggering back. Blonde and
redhead now stood up away from the wall and faced each other
with a new, dangerous ferocity. Judy’s red-bra’d breasts
were still hidden in the shadows of her ruined blouse but
she arched her back and spread her legs wide as she faced
Kathi down, daring the other girl to make a move, and Kathi
matched her, the two girls crouching like panthers, sweat
and tears glimmering off each other’s faces and bodies in
the moonlight. Judy stared at the blonde and wondered what
would happen now. There had been something terrifying but
also safe about the perverse little kissing duel, but there
had been no denying the violence of the encounter’s last few
minutes. Judy glared defiantly into Kathi’s eyes, but the
tears on both girls’ faces underlined their uncertainty and
fear. Judy didn’t know if she was ready for this kind of
fight.
Kathi took a single step forward, extending a perfect, bare
thigh, and Judy braced herself to renew the conflict, her
heart pounding. But then something seemed to collapse inside
the blonde. A new well of tears streamed down her face that
she struggled to blink away. Suddenly she turned away and
her body shook with sobs. Then Kathi marched away defiantly
into the night while Judy watched.
Alone in the clearing, Judy waited for Kathi to disappear
before she too allowed herself to wash the experience away
with a burst of tears. After the heat of the fight her
scratches and abrasions were starting to make themselves
felt, and she knew her clothes were ruined. She checked her
watch and saw that it was past midnight. She had no idea how
long her encounter with Kathi had lasted.
She snuck home and managed to get up to her bedroom without
waking anyone in her family up. She longed to take a shower
but she knew her parents would find that odd, so she hid her
filthy outfit and cleaned herself up as much as she could in
her room. She lay in the darkness and far from trying to
forget the fight, she wound up replaying every instant of it
she could remember in her mind. She had no idea why Kathi
had wanted to start this showdown between them but she hoped
she had given the blonde more than she bargained for. As
terrible as it had been there had been something empowering
about standing up to someone like that physically. But at
the same time she had never imagined the meeting would take
the turn it had. It stunned her, and even infuriated her,
that Kathi seemed to have had something so dirty planned for
her all along.
For every moment of anxiety thoughts of the skirmish
produced, however, Judy had an equal moment of
satisfaction. She really hadn’t been ready for Kathi at all,
yet she felt she had more than withstood this attack on her
womanhood. She peeled her ruined blouse off and slipped out
of her shorts and for a moment admired the luminous,
beautifully curved, athletic body in the mirror. She was
bruised and even cut in some places but to Judy her young
body looked somehow more feminine than it ever had; even her
striking red hair gave a more eye-catching contrast to her
creamy face and neck now when it was tangled in sweaty
chaos. She wondered what Kathi looked like now, if she was
eyeing her own body the same way Judy was. She knew she
would certainly never look at Kathi the same way again.
Now she would have to go back to school and face her every
day, Judy realized. Every time they passed in the hallway
they would share this secret from the world. Kathi had
started all this yet she had been the one to retreat when
things came to a head, Judy realized. She wondered how the
blonde girl felt about that. She cupped her aching breasts,
feeling the tightness at their points. Her bra still felt
hot, tight and abrasive over her boobs and she reached
behind herself to unclasp the garment. She felt cool air and
an almost elastic feeling of release as she peeled the cups
away from her tender breasts. She flinched as she pulled
them off the tips of her breasts then gasped as she saw what
lay underneath the bra cups.
Her nipples had somehow stiffened and lengthened to twice
the size they were normally. They stuck out like antennae
and Judy swore they must be sticking out more than an inch
from her aureoles. Gingerly she touched the tip of one and
flinched at its sensitivity; it was rubbery and warm,
reddened from being twisted up and confined inside her bra.
At the same time, she saw that the front of her red silk
panties were shiny and dark with moisture. She thought it
might be sweat but as she peeled the underwear away from her
crotch she saw that her coppery pubic hair was glistening
with a pungent due. And something pink was peeking out from
the tufts of curly hair like a little tongue. Judy shivered
as she realized it was her clitoris, actually extending out
from the soft folds of her labia like a horn. What was
happening to her?
Kathi slunk into her parents’ house as quietly as she could.
Unlike Judy’s, her parents had a roomy basement and a
shower, and she knew she could clean herself up there
without waking anyone else in the house. She soaped herself
in the shower, feeling a mixture of elation and crushing
defeat. She had finally dealt with her long fascination with
Judy, and in some ways it had gone far better than she
could have ever wished. She really hadn’t planned out the
encounter, but she knew she was going to force Judy to face
up to the physical relationship they had always danced
around. She had thought Judy might run away from the idea,
but she also knew there was something in the redhead that
would never back down from a challenge. Judy thought too
much of herself to let herself be bullied. Kathi had chosen
that route at her own risk. She had wondered if she might
have to just fight Judy in order to feel out her creamy
body but Judy had amazed her by responding to her challenge
to the kissing duel.
She stared into the mirror at her dark, hard nipples after
she got out of the shower. They had always been overly large
as far as she was concerned but tonight they were like
weapon muzzles, thick and stiff. And there was a new
tightness between her legs, too, something straining against
the pubic fur down there.
She slipped into her bedroom and turned on one of the dimmer
lights, then immediately dug out her collection. She had
hundreds of sketches of women’s bodies, some from her art
classes, some she’d done in private, some she’d collected.
And there were photos of Judy cut out of yearbooks, even a
few color ones she’d filched from the yearbook staff. Kathi
had always been drawn to women’s bodies and something about
Judy had always held her interest even when she was
younger. The redhead seemed so similar to her, the same
athletic build and pale skin. They had even hung out
together for awhile when they were still awkward adolescents
trying out for different athletic teams at their high
school. But Judy had drifted away from her, if she had even
ever noticed their friendship in the first place. Kathi had
forgotten about her for awhile, but as she felt her body
fill out and her female hormones driving her crazy she had
found herself thinking of the redhead more and more. Kathi
didn’t consider herself a lesbian—she didn’t even like
hearing the word. She hated listening to her friends talking
trash and exchanging dirty secrets about each other or their
boyfriends. But there was something about the way the sight
of Judy’s body and the outfits she would wear affected Kathi that she had to understand.
There was something about Judy that reminded her of
herself, Kathi knew. Maybe it was just the other girl’s
body, her height, the way she carried herself. The fact that
she seemed awkward in some situations…and the fact that she
seemed to have a hair trigger temper that she wanted to hide
from the world. Whenever Judy looked at her she had that
expression that said she felt she was looking at an equal,
someone who might want the same things she did, and someone
who might be motivated to prevent Kathi from getting what
she wanted for that very reason.
Kathi had been grateful for the party and the opportunity to
press at some of the buttons she thought the redheaded girl
had. And she had been delighted when Judy hadn’t backed
down. She honestly didn’t know what she had planned for
their meeting but somewhere she’d heard of Judy bragging
about what a good kisser she was. And she’d wanted to force
the redheaded girl into a confrontation that would test her
threshold of modesty. She wanted to see how far Judy would
go before she would back down. And she wanted to dominate
Judy somehow, whether with her body or the force of her
personality she wasn’t sure.
Be SHE had been the one who had backed down. Wrestling up
against that wall in the dark, Judy had somehow overwhelmed
her physically and emotionally. She’d pushed Kathi farther
than she herself had wanted to go. She could tell just from
looking into Judy’s eyes that the redhead was as unsure of
herself as Kathi was, but there was something maybe even
Judy wasn’t aware of deep inside her that pushed her
onward, something that beat against Kathi during the fight,
a primal inner presence that intimidated Kathi. She would
have to find something similar inside herself if she was
ever going to face Judy down again.
She eyed herself in the mirror: cleaned up but still marked
with bruises and cuts, ghosts of the smeared lipstick and
mascara she’d come home with still there on her face. Her
body was sculpted, maybe as good as any of the other girls
she’d seen at school, although maybe still touched with a
little awkwardness and angularity, the mark of a girl rather
than a woman. But there was also a new hardness in her eyes,
a knowing look that others would pick up on if they studied
her closely. Kathi had now crossed a personal line that she
could never retreat back across.
Kathi returned to school, grateful that she didn’t share any
classes with Judy. She passed her twice a day down the high
school’s long central hallway. The first day after the fight
she sighted Judy’s bright red hair all the way down the
hall and glanced at her furtively as she approached. But she
could see that Judy wasn’t going to make eye contact with
her and to be truthful she wasn’t sure she could return the
redhead’s stare up close.
To be continued