OBSESSION
- Part 5
by AVIDMIKE
Dance class seemed to take forever to approach the next day.
Of course Judy wasn’t going to go through the whole day
without wearing her bra. She had never gone without one
since she’d started wearing a bra but she knew in her heart
that she could get away without wearing one. It would be
incredibly risky to do it in class in front of the other
girls but if she played her cards right only one other
person would notice. She loitered in the locker room until
most of the other girls had left and then slipped into her
two-piece leotard and took great care in adjusting her top
to contain her two bare breasts. She was afraid she might
slip out through the bottom but she was grateful to see that
the lycra top had been designed with some aspects of a
sports bra in mind and she was well contained. She took a
quick look at herself in the mirror. The black lyrca top
hugged her breasts like a second skin, clearly outlining her
nipples and even suggesting the puckered skin of her
aureoles. Without her bra her boobs looked rounder and
fuller—sexier, Judy realized. She hoped Kathi knew what she
was getting herself into.
She left the locker room, careful to keep her hands or
forearms in front of her breasts at all times. For the first
few moments she was terrified someone was going to notice
but no one was paying attention. As the teacher called the
other girls into line she saw Kathi enter in her gray
leotard, her pale stomach flexing smoothly between her top
and the sleek biker pants she wore on her flaring hips and
thighs. She felt her pulse pounding in her ears as she could
very clearly make out that Kathi was braless: her boobs
looked different, somehow more provocative and alive. She
too kept her arms folded across her chest, hiding them from
both Judy and the rest of the class. She watched Kathi’s
body during the opening stretching exercises, studied the
way her muscles rippled under the smooth gray lycra of her
leotard, the way her sleek cap of straw-colored,
honey-blonde hair framed the striking beauty of her lightly
freckled face. Kathi was wearing more makeup and her eyes
blazed out of the dark accents of mascara she wore. Her
lipstick was as blood red as Judy’s hair. Judy bit her
lips, eager for the warmup to end. It wasn’t long before the
girls were sent to their positions for the dance routine and
Judy purposefully approached Kathi from the opposite end of
the room. When she was far enough from her teacher Judy
dropped her arms and actually placed them on her hips as she
closed the distance between herself and the blonde. Now
Judy could see a definite jiggle to Kathi’s breasts that
hadn’t been there before, and she caught the stark shadows
of her extended nipples raking down over the lower half of
her boobs. She had to be braless. Of course the stretchable,
taut lycra still held their converging bosoms tightly
against their bodies, and Judy wondered how different this
encounter would be. Would it really make that much
difference? She knew her boobs were getting plenty of
support from her leotard top so she had to wonder if this
would be a real test.
Judy looked pointedly down at Kathi’s breasts as the two
girls stood face to face. She realized that even without a
bra there was a nice bulge of cleavage pushing up out of
Kathi’s top: the pale tops of her breasts had the same
barely noticable freckling that her pretty face had. Judy
wondered if Kathi’s nipples were pink like hers. Up close
like this they were clearly jutting out through the material
covering them—were they even lengthening as she watched
them? She could feel her own breasts straining against her
top with every breath, and she saw Kathi direct a
contemptuous glance down to where her own incredibly smooth,
pale skin bulged softly over the edge of her top. She
wondered if Kathi’s nipples were pink like hers.
Kathi glared at her and for a few silent seconds the rivals
stared each other down, each determined to show she was
ready for whatever was to come. Judy tried to look twice as
intimidating as she felt. Kathi had started this but her own
competitive, girlish fury wanted to insure that she was
going to be the one to finish this fight, and on her terms.
She would not let another girl take advantage of her,
particularly not someone like Kathi. She looked past the
other girl for a moment at the mirrors that lined the
practice floor walls. From where they stood she could see
both of their bodies reflected full length in the mirrors
and thoroughly check out Kathi from behind. The gray danskin
material gave her a thorough view of the other girl’s
well-muscled back, trim waist and the smooth, firm pads of
her butt. The mirror reflected the opposite wall which was
also mirrored, and Judy could also get a view of her own
behind in the somewhat smaller reverse reflection: she could
easily compare the sexy curves of her own round behind to Kathi’s. The blonde’s buns might have been a bit more
angular and hard with muscle, but it was no more attractive
than hers, she thought. And she thought her supple, creamy
white thighs and calves were every bit as pretty as Kathi’s.
The teacher told the girls to take their positions and Kathi
surprised Judy by moving forward immediately to meet her,
placing her hand in the small of Judy’s back. Unexpectedly
it was their bellies that met first as Kathi tugged Judy
forward and Judy reached around to place her own hand on Kathi’s lower back, just above the swelling muscle of her
fanny. She pulled right back at Kathi and pressed her
stomach against the blonde girl’s, and she felt the sweet
kiss of Kathi’s bare skin against hers. Kathi pulled more
and Judy could even feel the little hollow of their meeting
navels kiss against each other, but both girls kept their
backs arched at an extreme angle, holding their breasts up
so that they almost pointed at the ceiling rather than touch
each other. In this position Judy could see Kathi's thighs
spread and her buns flex out to keep her balance, and she
had to concentrate to keep her eyes on the blonde’s eyes and
not her cute behind.
Kathi glanced to the side momentarily, keeping her eyes on
the teacher who was now at the far end of the practice
floor. “So you’re not wearing a bra—well neither am I,
Judy,” Kathi whispered.
“I can see that by how weak and saggy you look, Kathi,”
Judy hissed. She was lying through her teeth, of course—Kathi’s
boobs almost looked more erect and hard than they did when
she had been wearing a bra.
“You are dreaming, girl,” Kathi whispered. “You are SO
dreaming.”
“Are you ready to touch our tits together like this or would
that make you scream like the weak little girl you are?”
Judy murmured, glaring into Kathi’s eyes. For a moment she
thought she saw her words striking deep into the blonde
girl: a torrent of emotions flashed behind Kathi’s eyes in
an instant. She looked like she might hit Judy and the
redhead actually braced herself for a second. When Kathi
spoke it was with quiet, deadly precision.
“I’m ready for ANYTHING you want to do, honey. And my boobs
are more than ready to touch yours, any time.”
“I don’t think you can take it,” Judy shot back.
“I can take whatever you’ve got. And I think YOU’RE the one
who’s going to scream when we put them together this time.
Don’t feel special just because you got lucky one time.”
Judy couldn’t help bristling at the other girl’s words. “I
wasn’t lucky; I was just better than you and I’ll always BE
better than you.”
“Then you better start proving it right now,” Kathi hissed.
“Because I know I’m too long and too hard for a little priss
like you.”
That did it for Judy. Her gorgeous mouth twisted into a
snarl as she brought her chest forward and carefully jammed
her nipples against Kathi’s breasts. The blonde hissed as
Judy’s nipples grazed the bottoms of her boobs and she
immediately slid her own breasts down to meet Judy’s until
her own long nipples scraped and lodged against Kathi’s.
Both girls fought to keep themselves from squealing at this
electrifying contact. Judy realized now just how much
sensation the material of her bra had been protecting her
from. Every microscopic change in their position now lead to
an explosion of pleasure as their nipples ground into one
another. Tiny grunts and moans issued from each girl’s mouth
as they faced off against each other breast to breast, each
desperately trying to track the positions of the other
students and the teacher in order to avoid being caught.
Judy squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as Kathi gave her
a quick, devastating little bump and grind with her breasts
and she instinctively hugged the other girl a little closer
and returned the smash, deeply pressing first her right,
then her left breast into Kathi’s.
“I’ll get you back for that, you dirty little slut!” Kathi
hissed into her ear, quickly returning the double grind.
Judy was almost overwhelmed by what was transpiring between
them. Her voice shook as she came back at Kathi.
“You are so lucky our boobs aren’t naked!” she growled. “I
know you couldn’t handle this if we were really topless!”
“I told you I could handle anything this little bod of yours
has got and I meant it!” Kathi snarled.
“You better hope you never have to prove that,” Judy
whispered.
“I’ll prove it any time you want,” Kathi said. At that both
girls heard the approaching footsteps of their teacher and
they quickly but subtly separated their bodies while
maintaining position. Then, to her horror, Judy watched as
the teacher pulled Kathi out of position and began walking
away with her. She thought they had been found out for a
moment but quickly realized that the teacher was now
switching them to different positions on opposite sides of
the room.
Judy marked out the rest of the class in frustration,
eyeing Kathi’s supple body as often as she could across the
room. Her breasts were pounding from their brief skirmish
and she was more than ever convinced that the conflict
between her and Kathi was only beginning. Her own challenge
about pressing their breasts together naked rang in her
ears. It was clearly the only way to prove that her boobs
were better than Kathi’s, and more than that she would show
the blonde that if it came down to a question of who could
overwhelm who, Judy would be the one to come out on top.
She realized that the whole question of which one of them
was really more attractive and who was sexier lay at the
heart of this. She had always seen Kathi as a kind of equal,
but more of a sister in awkwardness and shyness. Now that
she was getting attention from boys and being viewed as a
popular girl it was no longer possible to see the blonde
girl in the same way: now she was a competitor and Judy had
to admit that she had blossomed even more since their first
fight, just as Judy herself had.
Judy knew the feelings Kathi was creating in her were being
used against her. She thanked heaven for her dark leotard,
which didn’t show how soaked her danskin bottom was. She had
never felt the way with a boy that she did whenever she and
Kathi faced off; it was impossibly exciting, terrifying in a
way, but something she felt compelled to return to again and
again. She knew she would face whatever challenge Kathi gave
her and she wasn’t afraid now to issue challenges of her
own. But even as she pulled a pair of jeans over her soaked
leotard she had to ask herself where it would end. She was
overcome with frustration at being pulled away from the
blonde and it seemed every time things came to a head with
the other girl they were interrupted. She couldn’t just
invite Kathi over for them to settle everything but she felt
like they would have to be totally alone in order to get
everything out in the open once and for all.
She was on her way out of the locker room when her teacher
met her at the entrance, stopping her. “Judy, I really
think you and Kathi need more work on your routine. Do you
have time to work with her after school tonight?” Judy was
taken aback by the question but the whole situation put her
mind on alert.
“You mean just us two?” she asked. The teacher nodded.
“I want to be able to concentrate on working with you two,”
she said. “Just for an hour until we work the kinks out.”
Judy nodded agreeably. “I’ll do it if Kathi will,” she
said.
“Well Kathi has already agreed, so why don’t we meet at the
practice room at 4:30?”
Judy muddled through the rest of the day, of course in a
haze of thoughts about the private session. In a way she
thought the whole thing would be an exercise in frustration
because the two girls would be under much greater scrutiny
with just the teacher there, but she couldn’t turn down
another chance to show off her body around Kathi. She would
have to wear a bra, of course, but she had found a very
sheer one that would still allow her nipples to extend well
out into Kathi’s space. She had a quick dinner after school
and called her parents to tell them she’d be a little late
coming home, then headed back to school for the workout.
Kathi was there in her same workout outfit when Judy
arrived, and the two girls regarded each other carefully,
their eyes full of a challenge that would be unreadable to
anyone but themselves. Once again their teacher put the two
girls through their paces, and Judy was careful to keep her
expression neutral as she posed face to face with the blonde
girl, and also careful to keep their breasts from pressing
together too much. Once again they were put into the central
position, almost an embrace with each girl placing one hand
in the small of the other’s back and the other just behind
each other’s necks. It was impossible to keep their breasts
from brushing each other and both girls eyed each other
sharply at the first collision, but they did fight
successfully to keep their reactions from being readable to
the teacher. Suddenly the phone at the other end of the room
rang and the teacher excused herself to take the call. As
her back was turned Judy let her face fill with all the
contempt she felt for Kathi, and she saw the blonde’s soft,
beautiful features harden with rivalry as well. Both girls
immediately pressed their hardening nipples back into
position against each other and began their subtle,
invisible little contest, sliding and pricking their stiff
little rods against one another spitefully.
Judy’s eyes gleamed as she saw Kathi wincing and felt her
trembling at her wicked little nipple attack. She got great
satisfaction out of putting the blonde in her place,
especially after all the fear and anxiety Kathi had put her
through by challenging her to a fight in the first place.
But at the same time she had to admit that Kathi’s breasts
were having their own affect on her, and the nearness of the
blonde, her sweet smell and the tempting closeness of her
lips to Judy’s was driving the redheaded girl crazy with
desire. It infuriated her that Kathi could get a rise out of
her like this and she was determined that wherever this
situation led, she was going to come out on top at the end.
Kathi’s glistening lips parted in front of her with a quiet
little smack and Judy instantly eyed the moist, pink mouth
below her appraisingly. Then she glared back into Kathi’s
eyes, redoubling the intensity of her expression. She parted
her own lips with a smack and licked her upper lip briefly.
Kathi let her lower lip dangle a bit more and let her tongue
drift out to slowly wet the thick flesh of her lower lip,
and Judy couldn’t help but fume and bite her own lower lip ruminatingly. Was Kathi really daring to revisit the whole
kissing fight again? After she had turned the tables on the
little blonde tramp and humiliated her? If she wanted to
play that game again Judy was more than ready for her. Both
girls’ eyes flicked back and forth from looking down their
noses at each other’s waiting mouths to glaring intently
into each other’s blazing blue eyes, each silently daring
the other to make the next move. After a moment Judy looked
back toward where the teacher continued to talk on the
phone, using the opportunity to jab her nipples a little
harder into Kathi’s breasts. Kathi looked in the same
direction and returned the little jab and Judy started as
she felt her breasts invaded momentarily by the other girl’s
dual stiffnesses. As both girls carefully watched to make
sure the teacher was looking in the other direction, Judy
gripped the back of Kathi’s neck forcefully and clenched the
two girls’ upper bodies together. She got a surprise as
Kathi’s perfect globes swelled against hers, almost
overwhelming her with their firmness, and then she managed
to regroup and send her own flattening boobs grinding back
vividly into Kathi’s. Suddenly the teacher hung up the phone
and the girls instantly separated, looking innocently to
their instructor.
“Girls, I have to check something out in the office; just
stay in position until I get back,” the teacher said before
stepping out of the practice room. Judy and Kathi breathed
lightly as the instructor’s footsteps faded down the long
hallway. Judy could not believe the opportunity they had
both been handed. When it was clear the teacher was too far
down the hallway to come back quickly, she turned and faced Kathi.
With all the building tension between them Judy blinked
nervously, almost afraid at what might happen next. This was
the first time they had been truly alone since the fight
behind the gym. She suspected Kathi might be capable of
anything. But even as she looked into the blonde girl’s eyes
Kathi’s grip on her was softening; her fingers spread,
gently tracing the small of Judy’s back and neck. Judy
felt goosebumps rise on her back and shoulders as Kathi’s
expression changed to one of expectation and something else
Judy couldn’t define…except that whatever it was, she was
feeling it herself: a dizzy dislocation, as if the soft
nearness of the blonde was intoxicating her. She too let her
fingers loosen their tough grip on Kathi’s neck and back,
spread them to caress rather than grab. Kathi’s boobs still
pressed lightly, provocatively, against her own.
“Do you still think you’re sexier than me, Kathi?” Judy
asked quietly. Kathi only nodded slowly as she stared into
Kathi’s eyes. They were pulling each other closer until
Judy’s nose slipped past Kathi’s and pressed into the soft
flesh of the other girl’s upper lip, and their jutting chins
pressed toughly together for a moment before this
confrontational stance too melted away. Whatever was going
to happen next, Judy realized, no matter who initiated it,
it was going to be something different.
Kathi suddenly lunged forward and seemed to melt into Judy,
tilting her head sideways so that their open mouths would
meet perfectly. Judy almost expected the other girl’s
tongue to fill her up but Kathi did not lick Judy, nor did
Judy allow her own tongue to leave the confines of her
mouth. She only touched lip against lip with Kathi and held
her with exquisite gentleness as she lightly twisted herself
against the other girl, gliding her lips gently against
Kathi’s. The blonde girl undulated against her almost in
slow motion, and both girls groaned simultaneously as their
mouths came together in perfect union. Judy felt as if a
shower of warm, electrified water was drenching her body;
every part of her tingled, especially her back, her boobs,
and her hips. As she touched her mouth against Kathi’s she
was careful to purposefully press first her left, then her
right breast into its counterpart on Kathi’s chest, and in
seconds the girls had a gliding rhythm established that
allowed them to stroke each other boob to boob in a constant
train of arousal. Judy trembled against Kathi, holding her
tongue back against every impulse shooting through her. For
the first time since the end of their earlier kissing duel
she felt like Kathi might be reasserting her dominance
through sheer, shockingly unexpected sensuality—Judy had
never been touched like this by another human being before.
She fought to control her own urge to throw Kathi down or
shove her away, feelings which were already at war with the
desire to completely succumb to the other girl’s touch and
let Kathi pleasure her any way she wanted to.
Judy remounted her own sensual attack, massaging Kathi’s
back and running her fingers through the other girl’s soft
blonde hair, caressing her ears and neck, her jaw, anywhere
Judy herself would have liked to be touched, and she
focused all her energies on sensing out the slightest
tremble or quiver that ran through Kathi’s body when Judy
touched her. She programmed every grunt and moan into her
battle log, trying to remember all of the blonde’s sweet
spots as they kissed. She was astounded at the caressing,
delicate way they held each other, pitting softness against
softness, their lips and breasts gliding across one another
so delicately they might almost not be touching. But the
astounding waves of feeling cascading through Judy’s body
proved that they WERE touching each other in fantastic ways.
Judy stiffened as she heard their instructor’s footsteps
approaching—she began to pull out of the kiss but Kathi’s
hand on her neck tightened, holding her in the embrace.
Judy glared into Kathi’s eyes, her eyelashes fluttering
against the other girl’s lashes, and then she felt Kathi’s
tongue enter her mouth purposefully, gently but firmly
invading her. The tingling in her back, breasts and hips
instantly turned into a firestorm of sensation. She pulled
Kathi closer and slid her own tongue gently into Kathi’s
mouth and both girls fought to control the resulting keening
as their tongues slid across each other once again. Finally,
as the nearness of the approaching footsteps hammered in
their ears, Kathi pulled out of her with a loud smack that
rang in the emptiness of the practice room. Judy’s forehead
was still pressed against the other girl as she whispered
“I’ll get you for that, Kathi.”
They struggled through the rest of the rehearsal, barely
able to keep their hands off each other as the teacher
hovered over them. At first almost swooning at Kathi’s
touch, Judy was now growing infuriated as she realized that
this was just another way for Kathi to try and outdo her.
She obviously wanted revenge for the way Judy had stood up
to her during their first kissing fight. The more Judy
thought about it the more enraged she was and she filled her
face with hate every time the teacher was looking the other
way.
Finally the session was over and the teacher offered them
both a ride home. Judy sat in the front seat and couldn’t
even make eye contact, let alone touch Kathi as they were
taken to their homes. Once home she fidgeted her way through
dinner and some homework before her parents settled into
bed. Once in her room she sat for a full hour, toying with
the idea of calling Kathi. When she finally did she only had
one thing to say: “I beat you at kissing and you just can’t
deal with it, Kathi,” she said sullenly.
“I would have beaten you today if she wouldn’t have come
back and you know it,” Kathi’s whisper emerged from the
earpiece.
“I’m still better than you,” Judy said simply, and hung up.
The phone immediately started ringing but she quickly
unplugged it and tossed it off the bed. She tossed and
turned for an hour or so before finally going to sleep.
To be continued