OBSESSION
- Part 4
by AVIDMIKE
It was a full week before their eyes met in the hallway. By
then Judy’s body had healed, and the tell-tale signs of the
struggle she saw hidden under a few layers of makeup on
Judy’s face and neck had disappeared. It seemed each had
waited until they were back to full strength before facing
one another. But Kathi saw Judy staring at her from far
down the hall. She returned the look intensely, willing
herself not to look away from the oncoming redhead. The staredown was broken by dozens of other students coming
between them but when only a dozen feet separated them their
view was unobstructed. Kathi glared into Judy’s liquid blue
eyes and thought she saw the glint of tears brightening
them; she felt a flush run over her own body as Judy glared
right back at her, and the girls even turned their heads
slightly to maintain the stare as they passed each other. Kathi almost gasped as her shoulder brushed
Judy’s and she
had to concentrate on the path in front of her to keep from
tripping as she continued down the hall.
Judy’s look had said everything and she only hoped her own
expression had given a worthy reply. The hard set in the
redhead’s eyes had said “I know you, I know what you’re
capable of…and I’m ready for it.” When she made eye contact
with Judy she tried to send the same silent message to her
rival. Judy had gotten lucky that night after the football
game. Maybe Kathi had jumped into things too quickly, before
she herself had been ready for the confrontation she’d been
aching for. But now she knew what both she and Judy were
capable of. As weeks, and then a month passed by, Kathi felt
her resolve firming up. She managed a harder expression
every time she passed Judy in the hall, but there were few
other opportunities to confront the redhead. Of course, she
had Judy’s phone number. She longed to call her up and
often went to sleep with her bedroom phone clutched to her
stomach, but somehow she couldn’t bring herself to take the
step. She had been the one to call Judy out. If the redhead
wanted more she would have to make the next move. If she
didn’t, Kathi knew she would leave high school feeling that
the one girl she’d been brave enough to confront had beaten
her, even if only symbolically.
She was thinking those same sullen thoughts outside her
locker one afternoon when she saw the flash of Judy’s red
hairdo at the other end of the hall. For once she pointedly
turned back to her locker to ignore the oncoming girl. Then
she heard some boy’s voice near her say “Man, look at the
rack on that girl!”
Kathi turned back out of idle curiosity, almost trying to
look past Judy to whoever the boy was talking about. Then
she saw it. Judy was wearing a new dress, a blue nylon
number that fit her lithe body like a second skin. Kathi’s
eyes nearly bulged out as she watched Judy approach,
swaying down the hall with a confident, feminine gait. The
dress hugged her body so tight Kathi could even see the
dimple of her navel between smooth pads of stomach muscle
and maybe even a hint of the redhead’s panty crotch as the
tight material gathered between her flashing legs. She
looked confident and happy, her eyes sparkling as she
acknowledges her friends. Boys all over the hall were
turning to watch her pass. Kathi looked in awe at the
redhead’s beautifully round and full bosom, barely jiggling
as it made its way toward Kathi. She felt a familiar
tautness at the tips of her own breasts as she caught sight
of what had to be Judy’s nipples jutting out from the firm
tissue of her boobs, practically poking their way through
the nylon dress fabric. Judy’s smile had an almost
lascivious, crooked cast to it as she looked Kathi’s way.
Kathi blushed at the feel of her own angry, hardening
nipples responding to the sight of Judy’s tight ones. The
clack of the redhead’s heels on the hallway’s tiles seemed
to drown out all the other sounds around her. Judy smiled
tightly at her, her eyes sparkling with a dazzling coldness
as she brushed past her.
Kathi turned to watch the blue dress retreat with Judy’s
pertly jiggling, curvy behind advertising itself within it.
She couldn’t believe that this was the body hers had been
locked together with so many weeks ago. This wasn’t an
awkward high school girl anymore, but a comely young woman.
Kathi went home demoralized, but with a growing, inner fury.
She would not be outdone like this. Ever since the kissing
duel she had felt oversexed, as if her body was flooding
with hormones. She couldn’t go to sleep without touching
herself and she couldn’t touch herself without thinking of
Judy. Every night she would start dialing the redhead’s
number and every night she couldn’t make herself punch the
final number. Finally the first quarter ended and Kathi
added a dance class, hoping to channel her energies into
more physical endeavors. It was her second day in the dance
class when she got her next surprise.
“Class, this is Judy; she’ll be joining us for the rest of
the quarter,” the teacher had announced, and Kathi had
turned to see her redheaded nemesis padding into the room in
a trim black leotard that contrasted wildly with her pale
skin and flame-red hair. She even wore a little black choker
that gave the whole ensemble a kinky quality that put Kathi
even more off balance. The redhead kept to her side of the
practice floor but whenever Kathi looked over at her she met
her glance defiantly. Kathi gave up after a while. The
practice floor walls were mirrored so she could check Judy
out even while she had her back to her. The black leotard
hugged her body tightly and the bright lights of the
practice floor helped her study the sculpted lines of her
torso, but the effect wasn’t nearly as spectacular as that
of the blue nylon dress she’d worn earlier. Kathi eyed her
strong-looking legs and got a good look at her flaring,
womanly pelvis, much of which was bared by the cut of the
two-piece leotard. Judy’s creamy, supple belly was bisected
by a sleek navel, settled like a torpedo tube between the
smooth tubes of her abdominal muscles. She looked good, all
right, but Kathi thought she might have overestimated the
other girl’s body the other day in the hallway. She eyed the
curvy, well-muscled lines of her own body in the mirror and
noted how the lush flesh of a growing woman had filled out
her own hips and thighs. Her plain gray leotard even showed
off her supple bustline a little better than Judy’s,
complete with a nice hint of cleavage. She had nothing to be
worried about.
When the teacher called them together to work out a routine
she was the first to volunteer. The teacher positioned her
at the center of the floor. “All right, I need someone
Kathi’s size. Who’ll volunteer?”
Kathi saw Judy stand up immediately. She walked over to
stand on the other side of the teacher, who quickly sized up
her two subjects. “Yes, you match up with Kathi very well,
don’t you? Now stand over here, face to face with her.” She
positioned the redhead as if she were a department store
mannequin, then took Kathi’s forearms and pulled her over to
Judy. “Take her around the waist like this. That’s right,”
she said, positioning both girls’ arms around each other’s
waist while placing their free arms on each other’s opposite
shoulder. Then she extended Judy’s right leg out to her
side and Kathi’s right out to the opposite side, creating a
kind of symmetrical sculpture. “Now hold that position while
I talk to the other girls.”
Kathi couldn’t believe it but immediately the teacher moved
away and began lecturing the other girls and setting up
positions for them, leaving her and Judy isolated in the
center of the room, face to face and holding each other
close. Judy stared at her nose to nose and Kathi struggled
to face her down in the glaring light. There was no darkness
to hide in this time and she felt practically naked like
this.
Judy seemed to be reveling in the secret showdown. She
nosed closer and Kathi took in a sharp breath as she felt
the lycra covering the redhead’s bustline whispering against
her own chest. Immediately she felt that terrible tightness
in her breasts and groin and even worse, she felt two
protrusions pinning against the tips of her incredibly
sensitive breasts.
Judy glanced over at their teacher as if gauging whether
she was out of earshot, then said under her breath “Mine are
harder.”
Kathi felt a shudder run through her entire body. In her
ears the statement had read like a round of gunfire, and she
shot a look back at their teacher, half expecting the woman
to be already marching over to separate them. But the
teacher was oblivious, as were the other girls in the class.
She glanced down at where her firm boobs were pressed up
against Judy’s. Between the four globes, packed down hard
from the elastic of their leotards, she could see two sets
of opposing points straining at each other, stabbing into
the flesh of the other girl’s breasts. She remembered how
long her nipples had gotten that night after the kissing
duel she’d had with Judy. She stole a quick look into the
redhead’s eyes and said, also under her breath, “Well mine
are longer.”
“Not longer than mine,” Judy hissed.
“Why don’t you keep those stiff things away from me?” Kathi
whispered hotly.
“What are you going to do? Run away from me just like last
time?” Judy said with deadly precision.
Kathi had been looking down at the redhead’s cleavage but at
this last challenge she snapped her gaze right back up into
Judy’s eyes. All the feelings of defeat and humiliation
she’d suffered since the kissing duel now collided with the
raw competitive drive she always felt burning inside her,
the drive that had compelled her to seek out Judy as her
natural enemy and rival. She would not back down from the
redhead and she certainly wouldn’t back down from Judy’s
hard nipples. She had nipples of her own, and as she glared
into Judy’s eyes she purposefully maneuvered them into hard
contact with her enemy’s, felt the long rods scrape against
each other with a whisper of lycra against lycra.
“I won’t turn my back on you ever again, Judy,” Kathi
murmured slowly. “We can have a rematch any time you—“
At that moment the teacher cut in suddenly. “Do you girls
have something to share with the class?” Judy and Kathi
exchanged wary looks before shaking their heads. Neither
girl spoke as the teacher turned her attention elsewhere.
Kathi knew staring at Judy would probably just draw the
teacher back to them so she kept her focus on the other side
of the room where their instructor busied herself with the
other girls. But she still felt the rise and fall of Judy’s
breasts against hers and the tangle of stiff nipples and
rubbing fabric that gathered between their two chests. She
arched her well-muscled back slightly and stabbed her
nipples back against Judy’s and was rewarded with a
sideways motion of the other girl’s breasts, cutting her
nipples beneath Kathy’s. Kathy shivered as the hard points
dragged into the softer underside of her boobs, and she
warily pressed her own pair as deep into Judy’s as she
could. She could tell that the tender, dark skin around her
nipples was more sensitive and vulnerable than the pale,
surrounding tissue and she was instinctively aiming her
nipples toward that weakness on Judy’s breasts. She could
feel an answering shudder in the redhead’s body every time
she plunged her stiff points into those targets and she
gritted her teeth and trembled as Judy maneuvered her own
nipples to invade Kathy’s aureoles.
Kathy knew that with the taut lycra fabric and sports bras
they were wearing most of the sensation of their cutting and
crossing nipples wasn’t even being felt, and she quivered at
the idea of what lay beneath Judy’s snug leotard top. She
remembered how her nipples had popped out of her bra cups
the night of the kiss fight, an inch or more longer than
she’d ever seen them, burning with sensation and arousal.
She wondered whether the same thing had happened to Judy.
They weren’t wearing much less clothing now than they had
that night behind the gym, but Kathi couldn’t remember
Judy’s nipples pressing this hard against her before. She
had to admit that even the other girl’s breasts felt bigger
and harder, and even with their slight movements against
each other the redhead’s boobs jiggled with a new, pregnant
mass against hers.
As intimidating as Judy’s breasts were, though, Kathi still
felt her own were matching them. She couldn’t really press
her breasts fully against Judy’s here, but she could still
gauge the size and weight of Judy’s, almost from the heat
of the enemy glands situated so close to her own. Her own
boobs had been aching ever since the first fight, seeming to
strain against her bra cups every morning as she got
dressed. The feeling got worse every time she saw Judy or
even thought about her. It was as if her breasts were
struggling to free themselves from some imaginary prison and
her throbbing nipples were the jackhammers pummeling through
the prison walls.
She thought about how she had planned to lick Judy raw that
night when she’d challenged her to a kissing duel. For some
reason that had seemed the way to beat the redhead. Everyone
thought Judy was so cute, and her face was deliciously soft
and kissable, set off by bee stung, heart-shaped lips and
those sparkling blue eyes. She had thought to prove to the
slender redhead that she could be just as passionate and
desirable as her rival by kissing her into submission and
making her beg for mercy, forcing her to admit that Kathi
was her equal or her better. But she’d let her own strange
obsession for the redhead overwhelm her. She had to keep
telling herself that Judy beating her had been her own
fault—she had beaten herself by allowing her own passion to
run away with her. She had planned to make Judy her own,
subject to her whims – she wanted Judy to want her the way
she wanted Judy. But the redhead had proven she would be no
one’s toy. At least not yet.
She turned her head briefly to stare down her silent enemy.
Judy’s bright eyes narrowed slightly and the girls simply
breathed in each other’s sweet scent. Judy’s blood-red,
lustful lips parted slightly and the pink tip of her tongue
slid out just slightly, taunting Kathi. Every dirty name she
had ever heard suddenly rushed into her head and she felt
another hot flash of fury at the redhead. She was
advertising the fact that she’d beaten Kathi at kissing, and
Kathi tingled as Judy subtly continued her assault on Kathi’s breasts. It was so very clear that the war between
them had now moved to a new battleground. Even if she wanted
to rejoin the kissing battle, Kathi knew she would have to
deal with Judy’s new willingness to use her breasts against
her. The thought filled Kathi with a mixture of fear,
anticipation and wild desire. She felt like the two rivals
were chained to opposing walls, straining to get at each
other but held back by the eyes of all the other girls in
the room. She wanted this new fight with Judy, but no one
could know what was occurring between them. This duel was
utterly private, utterly secret, and it had to remain that
way. She never wanted anyone to know how Judy had beaten
her that night outside the gym, and if Judy were to defeat
her now in this new arena, the shame would be even greater.
She and Judy stood together at the center of the practice
floor for ten minutes, breasts violating each other, before
the instructor separated them. Kathi immediately crossed her
arms over her chest and she saw Judy do the same; her
nipples were jutting away from her breasts, lifting the
fabric of her top like tent-poles, and she knew Judy’s were
doing exactly the same. The girls exchanged soulful, raw
stares before the class broke up. Kathi knew this new
conflict had only just started. She followed Judy into the
adjoining locker room, and her pulse quickened for a moment
as she realized she might see her rival undressed. The
thought of seeing Judy’s breasts naked, seeing just how
long and stiff those enemy nipples might be, made her mouth
go bone dry. But at the same time she felt unprepared to
reveal her own bare breasts to Judy, and she wondered if
the redhead felt the same way. Even though the display might
go unnoticed by the other girls Kathi felt it would somehow
violate a tacit agreement between them if they were to let
everyone else see what they seemed to be saving just for
each other. Even as she was thinking about it Judy shot a
challenging glance back at her as she advanced around a
corner and disappeared. Even if she was staying in the
locker room it was clear she wouldn’t be undressing in sight
of Kathi. The blonde efficiently changed her clothes;
showering wasn’t mandatory after dance class and very few of
the other girls did it. She lingered for a while but never
caught another look at the redhead; she must have left.
Kathi spent the rest of the day in a haze. She knew she
would see Judy twice a week at the class and for all she
knew the teacher would put them in that same opposing
position at every session. They could fight their hidden,
subtle duel two days a week and no one would ever notice.
But Kathi knew that wouldn’t be enough for her. She had to
have another chance to face the redhead alone. Her breasts
ached for it every day. Of course she could simply call the
redhead again and issue another challenge, but somehow that
didn’t seem right. She had made the first call and now it
was up to Judy to issue the next challenge. But she did
know something she could do to hasten that process.
She spent the evening alone in her room, finishing homework
quickly before locking her door and sifting through her
collection of drawings and photographs. She slipped off her
top and eased her boobs out of the black bra she’d worn,
kneading them gently. The underwires and strap buckles had
seemed to be cutting into her flesh all day. She had a
thought and dug into her closet where she’d kept a larger
bra that her mother had bought her by mistake. It had always
been too big for her but she’d never taken it back. She
slipped into it and was surprised by how comfortable it was.
She checked the label, noting it was a full cup size larger
than the one she’d been wearing. It clearly fit her
perfectly, even leaving a little more room for her jutting
nipples. Her whole body felt different somehow and had ever
since she’d first faced down Judy. She slipped off her
jeans and looked at herself in the mirror, noting the
balance of athletic musculature and curvy, quivering
femininity in the body that faced her. There seemed more
flare to her hips, a slight thickening of her well-sculpted
thighs. There was something poutier and sexier about her
belly despite the ripple of abdominal muscles there, and her
breasts thrust out provocatively, her nipples almost
pointing slightly upward. She pulled out a photo of Judy
that had been taken almost a year earlier. She was wearing
normal clothes so it was impossible for Kathi to really
gauge the other girl’s body against hers, but even fully
clothed she thought Judy’s body seemed less curvy, more
girlish and awkward than hers did now. Of course, that
picture had been taken a while ago, and it had been taken
before their fight.
She felt like she had changed so much since she had dueled
with the redheaded girl. Eyeing herself in the mirror, she
wondered how she could ever have been embarrassed about her
body, or been intimidated by the body of another girl,
especially Judy. She would be surprised if the redhead
looked any better than she did naked. She’d even be
surprised if Judy equaled her now. She had been anxious
about facing another challenge from the redhead, but now she
realized she was looking forward to their next encounter.
She happily began picking her clothes out for the next day.
Kathi knew that Wednesdays were the days Judy would wear
her blue dress for that long walk down the school’s center
hallway. Wednesday morning she went to school prepared to
face the redhead down in her own battle gear: a very tight,
knee-length red dress that showed off her body just as
brazenly as Judy’s did. It was not easy to get away with
wearing clothing like this at school—belly shirts were one
thing, but the dresses left very little to the imagination. Kathi had to make sure she was carrying a backpack that she
could strategically keep in front of her whenever teachers
were present. But as she headed down the long gauntlet of
the center hall that morning she dropped the backpack to her
side and set her sights on the blue-dressed girl approaching
from the other end of the hall. She caught sight of Judy
before the redhead saw her, but only by a second or two. She
saw the other girl’s expression change from her usual
bright-eyed friendliness to a look of cold anger as she saw Kathi approaching. She even hesitated for a moment and Kathi
thought she might actually change direction to avoid her.
Even though she kept her attention fully focused on Judy
she could see the reaction from the boys and other students
in the hallway as she passed. They had never seen her
looking like this.
Judy was now only thirty feet away, her firm bosom bouncing
aggressively as her heels rang along the hallway tiles. Kathi smiled grimly, staring directly into the redhead’s
eyes, and thrust her own chest out slightly, mindful of the
way her own boobs were bouncing as if in reply to Judy’s
jostle. When they had closed to within ten feet a mutual
friend stopped Judy to talk, but she turned to notice Kathi
as she came into view. Instantly the other girl’s view
flicked from redhead to blonde, from red dress to blue one.
“Wow, did you guys plan this today?” she said as Kathi came
to a stop next to Judy.
“Just a coincidence,” Judy said tightly, pulling away from
their friend.
“You two look like superheroes!” the other girl remarked.
Judy made a stab at smiling politely at Kathi as she
brushed past her but the results weren’t very convincing.
Kathi felt a flush of triumph as she realized she’d finally
regained the upper hand.
“Oh, Judy!” she said brightly as the redhead started to
retreat down the hallway. Judy turned to face her, still
trying to maintain the illusion of a friendly chat.
“Yes, Kathi?” the redhead bit out. Kathi pulled a small
piece of paper from her purse and pressed it into Judy’s
hand.
“I just realized that you don’t have my phone number. I just
had a phone put into my bedroom at home. I got my own
private line,” Kathi said agreeably.
“Yeah, I’ve got one too,” Judy said, staring at Kathi
probingly.
“I thought you might like to give me a call to talk about
our project,” Kathi said warmly. “I’m always in my room
after ten, so there’s no reason to be afraid to call.”
Judy bit her lip as she stared back at the blonde,
absorbing the very clear implication of Kathi’s last
sentence. “Don’t worry, Kathi, I certainly know there’s no
reason to be afraid,” she said a bit more slowly than
necessary.
“Good!” Kathi said, as chipper as she could muster. “Then I
expect to hear from you!” With that, she spun on her heel
and gave Judy a good, long look at her retreating backside
in the red dress.
At ten o’clock exactly that night Kathi’s phone rang. She
had set the ringer to a low buzz, something only she would
be able to hear. She snatched up the receiver even so, her
heart in her throat, and mustered the were-with-all to say
“Hello?”
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line
before a familiar, low voice said “This is Judy.”
“Hi,” Kathi said uncertainly. Even after making the first
phone call in this campaign she felt a sudden uncertainty
about how to handle this. But she didn’t have much to worry
about.
“I won’t be wearing a bra at dance class tomorrow,” the
voice on the other end of the line said. Then there was a
click and a dial tone.
Judy slammed the receiver of the phone down after
delivering her challenge. She was breathing hard, her body
flushed with the cold fury she always got when other girls
got in her face. She had been feeling full of herself in the
weeks following her confrontation with Kathi and had
delighted in wearing the tight blue dress to flaunt her
developing body in front of her newfound rival. In her mind
Kathi had made this bed and now she could lie in it. If she
wanted an enemy in Judy the redhead was more than happy to
provide one.
Judy had always had a temper but something had changed in
her since Kathi had challenged her to the kissing fight, and
the changes hadn’t been all psychological. She seemed to
feel hormones flushing through her body at twice their
normal rate since the incident, and even that first night
her swollen breasts had seemed bigger and heavier, her
nipples distended to almost uncomfortable size. She had
actually bought a new, larger bra in the past week to hold
her newly developed load and she had been fending off more
than her share of attention from the boys. Of course she had
joined Kathi’s dance class to get right in the other girl’s
face and she couldn’t have been happier when the teacher
paired them off into that opposing dance position. It was
the perfect chance to take the competition right back to
Kathi. The blonde had started all this and now Judy felt
she had her on the ropes. At least she HAD thought that
until the past few days. She was still fuming about the
blonde wearing that dazzling red dress and showing her up in
the hallway. But she had to admit that, while it had
flustered her, she was grateful for Kathi giving up her
bedroom phone number. Judy had been tempted to call the
other girl ever since that first night, but she knew she
couldn’t just call up her parent’s house. She had laid by
the phone night after night, hoping Kathi would dare to
issue another challenge to her, and when that hadn’t
happened she’d made the decision to enter the blonde’s dance
class. She had never gone looking for trouble before but now
she found an incredible thrill in this secret war.
The frustration was that circumstances kept her
confrontations with Kathi highly public, something she knew
neither girl wanted. And since they had to tone their
faceoffs down so that nobody but they knew what was
transpiring between them, every little meeting was an
exercise in frustration. Judy loved getting in her secret
little digs at Kathi, and she knew for some reason
everything was now centered around her boobs and the way she
was using them to taunt and tease the blonde. It made sense
in a way—since they couldn’t touch each other with their
hands in dance class and since they obviously couldn’t start
up a kissing war in front of the other girls, breasts were
the weapon of choice. In the position their teacher had put
them in their boobs just naturally pressed together. It was
Judy’s choice to turn that contact into a contest, and Kathi seemed inclined to go along with it. But now that she
too seemed to be flaunting her body around school Judy knew
she had to up the ante in order to maintain the upper hand.
To be continued