Had they been
somewhere else Amanda sensed that Rebecca would have flung
herself upon her at this point and they would now be in the
middle of a fight. But how could that happen here? Gradually
Amanda became aware of a rustling underneath the blanket,
and an insidious tickling that began on her left thigh.
Rebecca's bare right hand was caressing her underneath the
blanket!
Amanda again did not flinch; she was expecting more-- a
pinch, perhaps. But Rebecca's small, feminine hand gently
stroked the top of her thigh through her jeans. Then boldly
the hand dove down between Amanda's thighs, creeping,
exploring the inner, sensitive surface. All the while
Rebecca did not turn or acknowledge any of her actions, but
continued to pretend to watch the game. Her silent, unseen
hand was the aggressor, firm and caressing.
Quickly and smoothly underneath the blanket Amanda reached
down and seized Rebecca's wrist to bring an end to it. How
dare she touch her like that! When caught, Rebecca's wrist
wriggled like a spider in Amanda's gloved hand.
Neither girl moved in her seat. Both Rebecca and Amanda
continued to stare straight ahead as around them the crowd
surged and roared with the game. What was happening beneath
the blanket was their private affair. And Rebecca was
smirking, Amanda could sense it!
Suddenly Amanda sat up straight. There was new daring in her
posture. She felt the girl in the blue parka turn her head
in her direction. Slowly Amanda turned hers.
They locked eyes. There was no surprise on Amanda's face,
only the posing of a question behind her hazel eyes.
Rebecca's baby blues smoldered with open challenge. The two
women were face to face but hiding the fact that underneath
the blanket Rebecca's hand was buried between Amanda's
jeans-clad thighs ready to molest her. Only, Amanda's gloved
hand was holding it there.
Slowly, slowly, there was a rustling from beneath Amanda's
side of the blanket. A glove dropped to the concrete beneath
her seat, and then Amanda's left hand slid into position
across Rebecca's lap and then between Rebecca's jeans-clad
thighs.
A wicked smile came into Rebecca's eyes as she felt the hand
between her legs. Amanda returned the smirk; her right hand
opened and released Rebecca's hand to do its will between
her legs. There was a moment of mutual understanding; then
both Rebecca and Amanda turned their eyes back to the game.
No further eye con- tact passed between the two secret
combatants.
And so it came to pass. Lost amidst the fervor and energy of
a college football game, two college women, sexual rivals
over the love of one man, shook their heads dramatically as
if to clear the air, sat back in their seats, the
all-covering stadium blanket on their laps, and then plunged
their hands into each other's crotches, determined to
masturbate the other woman to orgasm-- and ultimately,
surrender.
Away from the dueling omen, away from the desperately
pulsing fingers atop thick denim underneath the blanket,
swirling above and around them was the frenzied crowd. It
was expectant now that Yale had taken a surprising first
half lead over highly favored Harvard. With a sudden surge
by the crowd either Amanda or Rebecca would let loose with a
sudden squirm or moan. All was lost amidst the action on the
field. It was truly a private battle.
Rebecca was right-handed, Amanda left-handed, both were clad
in tight, tight button-down jeans. By definition it was an
even match. Both the harpist and the computer programmer had
strong fingers. At first their attention centered upon the
super-sensitive skin between their thighs, pressing it,
stroking rhythmically until both Amanda and Rebecca were
hot, flushed in the face beyond the cold and Grand Marnier,
moist and hungering for more. Then Amanda could take it no
more so her fingers reached for Rebecca's pussy, found her
mound and squeezed it between her palm and fingers. The
darkly curled beauty demonstrated no emotion, just slipped
her hand atop the auburn-haired beauty's mound and squeezed
it ever so delicately. Amanda gasped deeply and nearly
doubled over with pleasure. Suddenly Michael was staring at
her, standing over her and now she was deeply ashamed, her
face a deep red.
Michael and Chris had risen with the throbbing crowd at the
end of the half and asked the girls if they wanted anything.
"Nothing!" was Amanda's terse reply; Rebecca shook her head
only, side to side. Amanda tried to smile wanly and shake
him off as though she were just fine, just as Rebecca was
stroking the moistening denim over her slit with devastating
effect. The two women remained in their seats as their dates
passed in front of them down the aisle, silently perched far
back on their bench, fingers cupped tight and pressing into
their jeans-covered mounds, faces flushed and stony
expressions increasingly-- if fleetingly-- distraught as
each kneaded her rival's cunt.
In Rebecca's mind Amanda was the stuck-up society bitch; in
Amanda's mind Rebecca was the sore loser, the jealous cunt
that would never again see just how hot she was getting
through the magic of her fingers. But then Rebecca would've
wanted to die before letting Amanda know she was touching
her just right! Each had been stimulated, but maintained a
straight face. Fingers pressing into soft ridges, thumbs
pressing into mounds, pussies growing hot! But the thick
blue denim made for slow going.
"Fuck this shit!" Rebecca spat out the words. The denim just
was too thick, too resistant for either woman to bring
matters to a climax. Rebecca brought her hand up to Amanda's
beltline and began unbuttoning Amanda's jeans. The button
gave way with a tiny, unseen jerk. She unzipped Amanda
roughly, deliberately. Amanda returned the favor; after just
a few minutes nothing but their panties protected their
pussies!
Slender fingers knifed beneath unzipped jeans; both women
took in their breath sharply. Amanda's got there first,
pressing her fingers down in Rebecca's crotch against cotton
panties, probing deeply into Rebecca's cotton-covered cunt.
She seized Rebecca's cunt through her panties, grabbed it,
squeezed it, and felt Rebecca shudder. She kneaded her mound
through the thin fabric, felt her coarse pubic hair pressed
beneath it, and felt the crease between her labia moisten.
Rebecca didn't waste any time; she brought her right
fingertips above the edge of Amanda's silk panties then
tried to thrust them down against Amanda's bare mound. But
Amanda pulled back and Rebecca's fingers came down atop the
silk panties.
Amanda and Rebecca reached a common rhythm, pumping each
other's mound, feeling for each other's clits. Amanda closed
her eyes and imagined Rebecca in front of her naked; both of
them naked-- straddling this velour-covered bench with their
legs spread and their fingers deep inside the other,
squeezing and stroking and pulling and pumping until the
loser would come in a sudden humiliating gush over the
winner's fingers, and arch her back in a horrified, jerking
cry. In her daydream Rebecca was riding her hand like it was
a bucking bronco, her beautiful dark hair and tits bouncing
around soaked in sweat and her face contorted with the
effort.
After about ten minutes of this silent catfight Amanda
reached up ever Rebecca's cunt and ripped down her panties,
pulling them towards her, trapping and pulling out a few of
Rebecca's pubic hairs, then quickly hooked her index and
middle fingers over Rebecca's bare slit and stuck them
upwards into her vagina! Rebecca too had wedged herself up
as hard as she could at the back of the bench but could not
escape her; as Amanda penetrated her she let out an audible
gasp. Now there was nothing in Amanda's way! Suddenly Amanda
felt it. Rebecca ripped out the bottom of her panties with
her nails, taking some of her pubic hair with it as well.
Then three of her fingers slid into Amanda and she moaned.
Was that it, Amanda wondered? Didn't everyone hear her?
Frantic she opened her eyes, only to realize that no one was
paying attention at all! They were screaming and yelling
about what was happening on the field. They couldn't have
possibly heard a thing! And then she and Rebecca went at
each other with savage intensity.
Now they had each other, fingers thrust into each other's
vaginas, and slowly, deliberately, began to fingerbang each
other. All this went on unnoticed under the blanket as
Rebecca and Amanda tormented each other with unwanted,
impending orgasm. Each sensuous coed stroked the other's
clitoris, her fingers covered in the other's cunt juices. No
pain was elicited with the gentle strokes, just pleasure.
And with each movement Amanda's pleasure, and Rebecca's
pleasure, approached orgasm. It was incredible to realize
that this was going on without anyone noticing. Everyone
else was too wrapped up in the game to realize that an
equally exciting erotic contest was unfolding right under
their eyes. As from the first moment Amanda and Rebecca knew
only of each other, trying to block out the pleasure just as
each thrust, squeezed and gently pinched the other's tender
genitals.
Amanda was caught by the grip in her cunt. She couldn't get
away; she was held too tight. Amanda' pulled her ass as far
back on the bench as she could trying to make it tough for
her but it was not enough, Rebecca's fingers were too long
and too strong and she wasn't sure she really wanted to get
away, anyway. Just as Amanda could picture Rebecca's cunt
Rebecca could feel Amanda's, Rebecca tracing and caressing
every detail with her middle three fingers while squeezing
her mound with her thumb. Amanda felt totally exposed to the
world while this woman raped her with her fingers for
stealing her man. It was an exquisite kind of torment as
Amanda felt herself getting more and more excited with each
of Rebecca's probing pulses in her groin. Amanda wanted to
rip her eyes out. But she also wanted to stick her tongue
deep in Rebecca's mouth and pull on the hair on the back of
her head until her eyes wept with the pain and her cunt
drowned in its own juices.
Yet Amanda just sat there stonily staring straight ahead as
Rebecca violated her. For the death of her Amanda would not
show the slightest of emotions even as deep down inside her
gut she was smothering in them! Her only recompense, her
only way out, was to fuck Rebecca's lights out 'with her
fingers!
Their arms were taut, their bodies were taut, and they were
drenched in sweat, their fingers working up and down in
their holes. Yet because their bodies were so tense, their
fingers so deep, the blanket didn't even ripple. Suddenly
Amanda was back in her dream. They were fingerbanging each
other, cursing, moaning and screaming faster and faster
until...
Amanda felt Rebecca come in a wave of contractions and a
torrent of juices across her pulsing fingers, so close to
coming herself that she imagined the crowd going crazy, and
cried out like some kind of wild animal, the sound lost in
the crowd noise. Rebecca came, profoundly and totally,
drowned in the waves of her cascading orgasm. Silently she
arched her back and involuntarily thrust forward her pelvis,
and Amanda finished her off, stroking and squeezing ever so
gently knowing that she had finally humiliated her hated
rival. Rebecca felt her will to resist draining out between
her legs in a sea of come. She closed her eyes and the waves
of pleasure overwhelmed her, riding it down to the end.
Rebecca went limp, hair matted with sweat.
Amanda remained with eyes open, still staring straight ahead
mindlessly at the game. The exquisite feel of Rebecca's
rhythmic contractions lingered on her fingers. It seemed as
though they went on and on. Finally, Amanda felt Rebecca's
fingers withdraw from her pussy, leaving her just at the
brink of orgasm.
Stubbornly Amanda swallowed the longing, the pent-up
feelings in her groin. She intended to save them for later,
for Michael.
After several minutes Rebecca opened her eyes. Though,
outwardly with no change in expression, Amanda could sense
the depth of Rebecca's loss. In regards to Michael and to
Amanda, Rebecca's sexual will had been crushed, like the ice
beneath Amanda's snow boots. Slowly, quietly, Amanda and
Rebecca re-buttoned their jeans beneath the blanket as if
nothing had happened, covered with sweat and stinking of
sex.
Michael and Chris had returned during the heat of the
battle, but neither woman had noticed. For Rebecca, the rest
of the game went by as a blur. For Amanda, victorious in
this the most erotic battle of her life, her attention
snapped back to the proceedings, and she rejoiced as Yale
defeated Harvard in a great upset.
Later, as Amanda walked with Michael and Rebecca with Chris,
all four talked about the game as though nothing else had
happened. But, as Amanda's hazel eyes crossed Rebecca's
blues one last time, both women knew the truth. The day's
final, secret victory belonged to Amanda.
THE END