THE LIFEGUARDS
by EMERY
It was early Saturday afternoon in Laurelhurst, a small,
gated lakeside community in northern California. Valentine
Silverman was riding her bicycle along the quiet streets,
enjoying the relative solitude of the afternoon, and the
freedom of summer. The leggy blonde had just finished her
senior year of high school, and would be heading to Irvine
in the fall. At the moment, however, she was completely
without obligations; and furthermore, momentarily without
her best friends, who had all left for various summer
destinations.
Valentine had felt a little lonely at first, but she had
plenty of experience entertaining herself, growing up as an
only child; and it was only recently that the blonde had
enjoyed a fair measure of popularity at school, having been
somewhat of a late bloomer, both socially and physically.
Even now, Valentine felt somewhat apart, even from a lot of
her friends. The blonde was still not fully comfortable in
her body, which at a shade under 6 feet made her easily the
tallest girl amongst her group of friends. Valentine’s
achingly beautiful legs alone measured more than 40 inches;
she had always felt a little exposed on the few occasions
that she had worn short skirts out in public. In her
self-consciousness, Valentine frequently imagined the eyes
of other girls staring at the back of her long legs with
cool hostility, whispering and gossiping behind her back.
Valentine slowed to a stop in front of the gate leading to
the community recreational center. She slid off the seat of
her bicycle, and let herself in with her key. Locking her
bicycle up, she made her way toward the swimming pool. Like
much of the neighborhood, the pool was relatively empty this
afternoon, with only a handful of teenage girls that
Valentine didn’t recognize lying poolside on their stomachs
lazily, and some small children splashing around noisily at
the shallow end of the pool under the semi-watchful gaze of
their adult chaperones.
Valentine’s eye was drawn to a long-legged girl sitting
apart from everyone else, slightly in the shade of the pool
house. The girl was dressed in a pair of black cotton
boyshorts, with a matching bikini top. A straw hat was
draped over her face, long dark curls of hair spilling out
attractively from the edges. Suddenly, the girl removed the
hat from on top of her face to fan herself briefly.
Valentine felt something stir in her, a vague sense of
excitement along with a strange sense of disquiet, when she
realized that she knew the girl, that the brunette had
graduated last week with her.
Kris Anderson was a rather brainy and physically arresting
brunette, who had worked with Valentine on the school
newspaper. Kris was very close to Valentine’s twin,
physically. The brunette’s strong, shapely legs could match
Valentine’s inch for inch, or very nearly. And the
tantalizing glimpse of Kris’s cleavage, squeezed into her
bikini cups and peeking out from beneath the brim of her
hat, indicated breasts that were remarkably similar in shape
and size to the firm, but not overly large breasts of
Valentine’s. The girls even had similar complexions, tending
toward an alabaster pallor that didn’t tan particularly
well. In fact, several of her girlfriends (and one
short-lived boyfriend) had mentioned the resemblance to her.
The most noticeable physical difference between the two
girls was their hair, with Valentine’s golden blonde mane
which spilled straight down her back, contrasted with Kris’s
cool, dark curls.
In spite of their physical similarities, Kris and Valentine
had never gotten to know each other very well in school,
despite being involved in several extracurricular activities
together. Indeed, neither girl had ever shown much of an
interest in befriending the other, although there had been
more of a wary distance between the two than anything like
hostility, up to this point. Perhaps it was simply because
of their physical similarity that Valentine had never been
able to warm up to Kris; she certainly recognized the
irritation she felt when others brought the fact up to her.
Whatever, Valentine thought as she headed poolside, their
bodies couldn’t be EXACTLY alike; even though the blonde was
a little self-conscious about her height, she still
nevertheless harbored a secret pride in her long, lithe
legs, never having seen their equal among girls her own age,
at least at her school. They were maybe just a little nicer
than Kris’s, Valentine told herself.
Although the two girls weren’t exactly friends, they did
know each other, and Valentine suddenly felt like breaking
free from her solitude briefly. And, to be entirely honest,
Valentine had always felt a degree of physical attraction
toward Kris, which she had never been adventuresome enough
to explore, even while being strangely put off by her.
“Hi, Kris,” Valentine said, as she stood over the prone
dark-haired girl. Valentine had changed into a light pink,
two-piece bathing suit; the sun glistened wetly on her
smooth, toned midriff, already coated with a thin film of
sweat from the summer heat.
Kris started a little at the sound of her name, uncovering
her face from beneath her hat again, and turning in
Valentine’s direction. Her pretty face almost bumped into
Valentine’s ankle, which was stationed right next to Kris’s
head. The brunette angled her neck back, sliding her eyes up
the supple lines of Valentine’s legs, staring straight up
from between the blonde girl’s firm, upright breasts at
Valentine’s smile of greeting.
“Valentine,” Kris said. Her voice was naturally soft, barely
above a whisper normally, and slightly raspy. Valentine
caught herself staring at the brunette’s full, dark red
lips, which were glossed over thinly with lipstick. “Hey,
what’s up?” Somewhat surprisingly, there was an indication
of genuine welcome in her voice. Perhaps Valentine wasn’t
the only girl feeling a little bored so far this summer.
Valentine shrugged, her eyes lifting to meet the other
girl’s. “Just hanging out,” she said. “There’s not a lot to
do these days.” She unslung the beach towel she was carrying
from off her bare shoulder. “Mind if I join you?” she asked,
after a slight hesitation.
Kris cocked her head to the side, as if considering the
proposition, but then smiled slowly and replied, “No, I
could use the company.”
Valentine spread her towel down beside the brunette girl,
and lowered herself down onto it, stretching out her long
legs, as she leaned back on her hands. For some reason, she
noted that Kris had suddenly decided to stretch out her own
lithe legs, which had previously been drawn up slightly.
Valentine allowed her eyes to linger for a moment on the
brunette’s gorgeous legs, admiring their shapely length and
strength, feeling an impulsive, absurd urge to measure them
against her own, suddenly. The girls smiled at each other
somewhat uncomfortably, lapsing back into the wariness each
naturally felt around the other, the initial pleasure of
seeing a familiar face having largely dissipated.
“So what are you doing here today, Kris?” Valentine finally
asked Kris, feeling uncomfortable with the silence. “There’s
no one but kids and soccer moms around.”
Kris shrugged. “I could ask you the same question,
Valentine,” she said. The brunette smiled slightly. “No,
actually, I’m working here as a lifeguard this summer. My
shift doesn’t start for another few hours, though.”
“Oh, that’s cool,” Valentine said. She couldn’t think of
anything else to say to the brunette. The girls turned away
from each other slightly. Sighing softly, Valentine tried to
relax, lying back down on her towel. The blonde had brought
her own large brimmed hat to shade her delicate complexion
from the sun, and she now gratefully set it down over her
face. Eventually, the drowsy warmth of the afternoon allowed
Valentine to largely ignore the beautiful, swimsuit-clad
girl beside her. The blonde drifted off to sleep, the sounds
of splashing in the pool fading to static.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Valentine found
herself starting awake at a delicate touch on her thigh, the
muscle tensing nervously, as if it had been ready for action
all this time. The blonde turned toward Kris, who was
smiling wryly at her.
“It seems as if we’ve acquired some admirers,” Kris
murmured, indicating with her chin a group of three boys
Valentine dimly recognized as being one year behind them at
school. They were stealing nervous glances at the two
beautiful girls lying side-by-side, clearly a little
intimidated.
A strange idea suddenly occurred to Valentine, one which
sent a shiver of adrenaline down her body. Almost
immediately, she wondered if she had been thinking along
these lines since she first saw Kris lying there stretched
out on her towel this afternoon. Valentine locked eyes with
the brunette, and seeing something in her dark eyes, made up
her mind. The blonde reached over the other girl’s body with
her wide-brimmed hat, holding it on the far side of Kris’s
head, and tilting it so that it hid the faces of the two
girls from any observers situated at the shallow end of the
pool; only the three teenaged boys could see them, now.
Valentine leaned into Kris, then, their breasts brushing
lightly in their bikini cups, and when Kris didn’t pull
away, planted a soft, unsteady kiss on the brunette girl’s
lips.
Valentine had her eyes closed, and she instinctively cringed
when Kris’s lips seemed unresponsive, unyielding in that
first, pleading instant when their lips brushed. Stricken
with embarrassment, Valentine started to pull away, only to
find that Kris’s lips were holding onto hers gently,
tentatively trying to keep their two pairs of full, soft
lips pressed together. Valentine’s heart was beating rapidly
in her chest, which lay pressed lightly against Kris’s.
After another moment, Valentine pulled away reluctantly from
the kiss; Kris’s lips held the shape of a slight, pouting
kiss for a second longer.
The girls stared at each other, their eyes wide and liquid.
“Well,” Valentine said finally, just to break the silence.
“How do you think those boys liked that?” she asked, not
looking at the boys in question at all.
Kris seemed to swallow before answering. “I’m sure they’ve
committed it to long-term memory,” she said, not taking her
eyes off of Valentine’s. The brunette hesitated, before
continuing. “How did you like it, Valentine?” Her brown eyes
were uncertain, but at the same time intent and probing,
demanding a serious response from Valentine.
Valentine held Kris’s stare wordlessly, not knowing exactly
what she wanted to say. Their sweet, milky breasts rose and
fell in shallow sine curves with their rapid breathing.
“Let’s go down by the lake,” Valentine said softly.
“Ok,” Kris said quietly.
The girls rose, replacing their hats on their heads, and
gathering up their beach towels. They left, feeling the eyes
of the three dumbstruck boys on their backs, but they were
not followed. The girls avoided each other’s eyes, walking
in uncomfortable silence across an empty grass field, down
toward the local lake. Valentine wondered what was going to
happen. The blonde had only kissed one other girl before,
and that had been one of her best friends, late at night on
dare from her other friends. The kiss had been soft,
teasing, but Valentine had not felt particularly moved by
it. Not like she had been affected by the 5 seconds she had
brushed up against the lips of this long limbed girl walking
beside her. Kris’s beautiful face was hidden by the brim of
her wide hat when Valentine risked a quick glance over. A
few seconds later, she thought she could feel Kris looking
furtively over at her, but she kept her eyes down.
Just as Valentine had hoped, the lakefront was void of
people. The temperature was cooler here; a slight breeze
played through the branches of the surrounding evergreens,
raising gooseflesh on the girls’ milky skin. Valentine and
Kris stopped just before the edge of a wooden pier, turning
to face each other. Their eyes locked, as both girls took
off their hats and shook their long hair out.
Kris was the first to speak. “How long have you wanted to do
that, Valentine?” she asked.
Valentine flushed, the question going to the heart of what
had been running through her mind these past few minutes. At
the same time, it made her angry that this girl would
presume to know her intentions. Who did she think she was?
“Don’t flatter yourself, Kris,” she said.
“Why did you ask me down here, then?” the brunette asked,
tilting her head slightly. Her dark eyes were serious,
intent on Valentine’s beautiful face.
Valentine looked out into the lake, avoiding the other
girl’s eyes. “I don’t know,” she said softly. She turned,
then, and locked eyes with the brunette. “Why did you come?”
Kris shook her dark curls. “I don’t like girls,” the
brunette said, as if she were trying to convince Valentine
of the fact.
“Well, I don’t like girls either,” Valentine said, a little
hotly. And it was true. She had never felt attracted to any
of her girlfriends, even though many of them were very
attractive and popular with the boys at school. The only two
girls Valentine could ever remember being physically drawn
to were Kris and a long-legged French exchange student
during her junior year with whom Valentine had shared a
rather hostile relationship with. Angered a bit by what she
interpreted as an accusation from Kris, Valentine suddenly
took a violent step toward the other girl, expecting Kris to
flinch back.
Instead, Kris’s fine nostrils flared at Valentine’s
aggressive intrusion of her space. Then without warning, the
brunette grabbed a handful of Valentine’s flaxen hair with
her right hand, leaned in and pressed her soft red lips down
hard against the blonde’s. Kris jerked backward on
Valentine’s hair as she wrestled with the blonde’s mouth,
almost as if she were trying to force the other girl down to
the ground. Surprised, Valentine almost stumbled, but caught
herself just in time and surged back, filling both of her
hands with Kris’s curls and engaging the other girl’s
invading mouth with her own. Their pliant lips bit and
sucked at each other for several furious seconds before Kris
ripped her lips away with a wet smack. The brunette’s pretty
eyes sparkled brightly.
Valentine was breathing heavily, more than a little shocked
at what had just transpired. The kiss had been so sudden,
she had not had time to do anything but react to the taste
of Kris’s mouth on hers, and the sharp but oddly exciting
pain that Kris had caused with the jerk on her blonde hair.
Valentine was acutely aware that her first instinct had been
to return Kris’s angry kiss and match the brunette’s hair
pulling, follicle for follicle. Blood pumped furiously
through her veins, as Valentine struggled to compose
herself. “I thought you didn’t like girls,” she said to
Kris.
“Now we’re even,” Kris said. The brunette wiped the back of
her hand across her lips, as if to erase the taste of
Valentine’s mouth from her lips.
Valentine’s mouth set in a hard line, as her blue eyes
sparked with rage at Kris’s gesture of rejection. “Fuck you,
Kris,” she said quietly.
Instead of smiling in triumph, however, Kris shook her head
again. “No,” she said softly. “Fuck you, Valentine.”
Valentine felt a tightness growing between her legs as she
stood facing Kris, their long, sexy bodies flashing skin and
sleek muscle underneath their swimsuits. The air was heavy
with sexual tension and the possibility of violence between
the two young rivals. Valentine’s hands curled into claws at
her side. “You little bitch,” she said quietly, stepping
right up against Kris’s body. Their breasts brushed through
the lycra of their swimsuits; Valentine felt her tits swell
inside her suit, blood rushing to the tips of her nipples,
as they stiffened suddenly.
She could feel Kris’s breath on her lips as the brunette
arched her back slightly, pressing her tits a little more
firmly into Valentine’s. The blonde let loose a soft hiss
through her clenched teeth, as she felt the hard points of
Kris’s nipples jam up against her round orbs, her own
nipples reacting to the sensation by swelling even further.
Valentine could not remember her nipples ever being this
hard; their excited stiffness bordered on a sort of
pleasurable pain. “Slut,” Kris hissed softly, drawing out
the word.
Valentine almost groaned audibly as their breasts rubbed
together in small, barely perceptible movements, the girls
tentatively shoving their firm chests together, neither
willing to admit what they were actually doing with their
tits. What they wanted to do to the other girl with their
tits. Valentine inhaled, her breasts struggling to shove
Kris’s hot cleavage back into her chest. The blonde pressed
her flat stomach against Kris’s, marveling at the feel of
Kris’s bare midriff against her own, both soft and hard at
the same time, sleek girl muscles tensing underneath milky,
flawless skin.
“You dark-haired cunt,” Valentine murmured, as they brushed
their lips together again.
“You blonde tramp,” Kris answered, their tongues flicking
out like two wet swords, dancing around each other for a
moment, then licking length to length, curling around each
other. A part of Valentine’s mind recoiled at what she was
doing, engaging in this hostile, sexually charged contact
with another girl. But it was shouted down by an even more
powerful, if largely unconscious part of her mind that
reveled in the sensations that Kris’s slender, sexy body was
provoking in hers, and which longed for domination of her
new rival. The tightness in her groin grew, as she felt
Kris’s shapely leg shove itself in between her legs, the
brunette’s sexy thigh sliding across the plane of her own
sleek thighs. Valentine clamped her legs around her rival’s
invading thigh instinctively and squeezed, just as she felt
Kris’s right leg wrap around her left, completing the mutual
leg vise. Valentine and Kris both groaned as their leg
muscles flexed and strained against one another, testing the
strength in the other girl’s beautiful legs.
“Oh, god,” Valentine gasped involuntarily, as the thigh she
held in between in her legs twisted its way up against the
crotch of her swimsuit. Valentine could feel Kris’s thigh
muscle throbbing against her excited cunt, as the girls
squeezed their long legs together almost synchronously now,
following a rhythm they could feel in their veins and sex.
The blonde worked her leg up against Kris’s cunt, feeling
the heat of the other girl’s sex on her bare thigh, fiery
hot and alive. She squeezed, eliciting a plaintive groan
from her rival.
“Kris, you BITCH,” Valentine managed to say through clenched
teeth. “Get your fucking legs away from mine.”
“Fuck you, Valentine,” the brunette gasped. “You’re
practically humping my leg, you sexed-up cunt.”
A bolt of shame shot through Valentine’s body at her rival’s
accusation. Perversely, however, it only increased her level
of arousal, which was already through the roof. Her body
shook and her legs trembled, even as they struggled to stand
up to Kris’s hot-looking legs. “You’re the bitch in heat who
stuck her fucking thigh between my legs, whore,” Valentine
said. The blonde’s ears burned with the language the girls
were using with each other, the dirtiest words she had ever
spoken to another girl.
Kris suddenly gripped the outside of Valentine’s right leg
with her nails, sinking them into the pale, ivory expanse of
her thigh. Valentine hissed with pain, raking her own nails
up the length of Kris’s left thigh. Neither girl had long
fingernails, but their short claws were still capable of
inflicting a measure of punishment. “You started this with
your dirty lips, Valentine,” Kris groaned.
“All I did was give you a little kiss, Kris,” Valentine
said, with an answering groan. “It’s not my fault you
couldn’t handle it.”
“Bullshit,” Kris said. “You think you’re such a hot and
touch bitch, but you’ve been avoiding me for four years,
now.”
“What?” Valentine almost screeched in disbelief. Her heart
was hammering in her chest. “Listen, bitch, if you had told
me you wanted to get it on, I would have gladly accommodated
you ANYTIME these last four years.” Even as she spoke,
Valentine suddenly realized that the words were true. “With
my tongue OR my claws.”
“Fuck your tongue, slut,” Kris growled. “And FUCK your
claws.” The brunette dug her nails in a little deeper, until
Valentine felt tears welling up in her eyes. She retaliated
with her own nails, determined to outlast her rival in this
vicious contest she suddenly found herself engaged in.
“You are going to be so sorry you messed with me,
Valentine,” Kris warned. “I am going to tear you apart, I
swear.”
“Bring it!” Valentine growled. The brunette’s words were
threatening, but Valentine had never heard of Kris getting
into a fight with another girl before at school. The
brunette seemed to be improvising as much as Valentine.
“Bring it on, bitch, and we’ll see who comes out on top!”
Kris suddenly let go of Valentine’s thigh with her hand,
bringing it up and whipping it across Valentine’s cheek with
a sharp cry. The air rang with the sound of the slap, which
sent Valentine’s head whipping to the side. The only thing
that kept the blonde upright was the mutual leg vise that
the girls were locked in. Furious, Valentine brought her own
palm up, cracking it across Kris’s cheek. The brunette made
no attempt to evade the blow, almost inviting it as if it
were the expected response to an action performed during a
ritual. Kris’s dark curls whipped across her face, as she
almost fell to the ground, but Valentine kept her upright by
tightening her legs around her dark-haired enemy. With
strangled cries, the girls brought their hands up, claws
outstretched and reaching for the other girl’s hands,
clasping them together in profane prayer. All Valentine
could see was Kris’s beautiful face, twisted in an
animal-like snarl as the girls tested each other’s strength,
the biceps in their slender arms straining with effort.
Neither girl was particularly strong in their upper body,
but they were nearly a perfect match for each other’s
strength. Valentine felt her breasts press up against Kris’s
round globes as the girls brought their arms up over their
heads, bringing their chests together. The blonde gave her
rival a shove with her tits, and felt Kris shoving right
back, neither chest conceding a centimeter.
Somehow, the girls found themselves free of each other’s
legs. They were stumbling slowly across the wooden surface
of the dock, now, silently struggling with each other, only
unintelligible grunts escaping their clenched teeth. All of
a sudden, Valentine found herself teetering on the edge of
the dock, the back of her heels up against the lip of the
dock. Kris bore down on her, seemingly unaware or not caring
that the two girls were dangling over the edge of the lake.
The brunette’s firm breasts pressed down on Valentine’s tits
from above, as the blonde girl was being bent backward at
the waist, having lost too much of her balance to maintain
the stalemate with Kris.
Valentine’s knees buckled then, and she fell into the lake
with a scream. The blonde dug her nails into the back of
Kris’s hands viciously, dragging a scream out of her rival
as Valentine pulled the brunette over the edge of the pier
with her. The girls splashed into the lake, still holding
onto each other. The shock of hitting the surface of the
lake disoriented Valentine for a second, as her long legs
flailed out in the water. They met and locked around Kris’s
legs like mating water snakes. Bubbles streamed from the
mouths of both girls, as they curled their bodies around
each other, long hair fanning out behind their heads like
halos. Valentine’s lungs burned as Kris squeezed the oxygen
from her body with her powerful legs. She bared her teeth
and squeezed back with all of the corded strength available
in her beautiful legs, encouraged by the look of desperation
on Kris’s face.
Kris suddenly shoved her hand against Valentine’s chin and
gave her rival a quick, hard shove. Valentine, unsure of how
much more her lungs could take, reluctantly let go of Kris’s
legs. The girls kicked free of each other, darting for the
surface of the lake. Their heads broke the water, both girls
sucking down huge gulps of air, as they treaded water.
Glaring across at Kris, who was staring at her with open
hatred, Valentine wanted more than anything else to fill her
hands with Kris’s dark hair again and wrap her long legs
around the beautiful brunette’s slim waist, squeezing until
Kris groaned her surrender against Valentine’s pliant lips.
The blonde ached with the desire to physically engage her
dark-haired rival again; to squeeze and lock lips with her
again, grind her long body against Kris’s, and wrap her
shapely limbs around her rival’s, muscle against muscle;
groaning and straining against one another’s hard, sleek
bodies, until the two girls finished this fight. A storm of
confusion and desire raged through Valentine’s mind as she
floated in the water a few scant feet away from her rival.
Underlying everything was the pleasurable tightness she felt
in between her legs, an anticipation so intense that
Valentine almost felt like screaming. It was like nothing
the blonde had ever known before in her limited sexual
experience.
Suddenly Valentine knew that if she and Kris were to lock
legs again, if they were to drag each other to land where
they could grind and rock against each other underneath the
hot afternoon sun for as long as it took, that the tightness
she felt in her cunt now would be nothing compared to what
that fight would do to it. Valentine wasn’t sure if she was
ready yet – she wanted to hold on to this pleasurable
anticipation for a little while longer. Looking across at
Kris, she thought she could see the same thoughts echoed in
the brunette’s face. The brunette seemed just as anxious and
uncertain as Valentine felt, which somehow made what was
happening even more exciting to the blonde girl. There
weren’t going to be any rules or procedures to govern what
was going to happen between the rivals.
Valentine and Kris slowly made their way back toward a
ladder that had been hung over the side of the dock, glaring
warily at each other as they maintained eye contact all the
way back toward the dock. Valentine grabbed onto a rung and
lifted herself out of the water; lake water rolled off of
her toned body as it traced the supple lines of Valentine’s
breasts and stomach, racing down the twin tracks of her
legs. The blonde whipped her long wet hair around, glaring
through its tangled veil at Kris who was looking up at her
sullenly from the water. An unspoken challenge seemed to
hang in the air between the two girls - held in the pose of
Valentine’s slender body on the ladder, the slight upward
tilt of her chin. Not taking her eyes off of Valentine’s,
Kris rose out of the water; grabbing onto the same rung that
Valentine held, the brunette pulled herself out of the lake.
The dripping wet girls hissed at each other through clenched
teeth as they stood poised inches away from each other on
the ladder. Valentine could feel the venom in Kris’s eyes
and the hostility between their bikini-clad bodies as their
evenly matched breasts dripped wetly across from each other;
rock-hard nipples bulged like miniature telescopes mutually
pointed at one another. Valentine’s left hand curled into a
small claw; she longed to massage her throbbing cunt through
her swimsuit.
“You cunt,” Valentine said lowly, dangerously. “Don’t think
this is over between us.”
“Not even close,” Kris agreed. “You better stay away from
me, Valentine, if you know what’s good for you.”
“You better stay away from ME, bitch, if you want to make it
through the summer,” Valentine growled softly.
“I’m not afraid of you, slut,” Kris said. “You know right
where I’m going to be this summer. If you think you’re girl
enough, come for me when you’re ready.”
The challenge hung in the air, pregnant with layered
meaning. Valentine ran her tongue along her upper lip, as a
slow hiss escaped her lips. An answering hiss came from
Kris’s lips, as the girls bent their heads together slowly.
Sunlight glinted off their wet, glossy lips as they pressed
them together in a long, lingering kiss. Exhausted by the
unanticipated battle she had just been in with Kris’s body,
Valentine nevertheless felt her body surging into readiness,
her tired muscles tensing up painfully, and her cunt
twitching with lust for another body to body war with Kris.
Soon, Valentine told herself, feeling Kris’s tongue sliding
in and out of her mouth, as the girls pulled on each other’s
wet tresses, each girl feeling the need to dominate the
kiss.
“You sure kiss like you’re afraid of me, bitch,” Valentine
murmured into Kris’s lips.
“You blondes all think you’re so fucking hot,” Kris said
softly, turning away slightly to brush her lips against
Valentine’s ear. The brunette flicked her tongue out, and
Valentine almost flinched at the feel of the cold, wet probe
against the inside of her ear. “You think all the guys want
you, strutting around in your crotch length skirts and
see-through tops.”
“That’s not why they want me over you, girlfriend,”
Valentine said, turning her head to reengage Kris’s mouth.
The girls worked their lips against one another, murmuring
soft insults into each other’s mouth, tongues flicking out
to lick wetly at glistening lips. “They want me because I’ve
got the body, and you don’t.”
“You are so wrong, bitch,” Kris said. “I will put my body up
against yours anytime, anywhere.”
“Yeah,” Valentine grunted. “And you’ll lose, whore.”
“I can take your bitch body in a fight any day, cunt. Fair
or dirty.”
“Is that how you like to fight, bitch? You like to fight
dirty?”
“Yeah,” Kris grunted. “Real dirty.” The dialogue between
them was spiraling far beyond the experience of either girl,
their words to each other driven now by long suppressed
fantasies.
“As dirty as this?” Valentine demanded. Her cunt was
throbbing with the desire to lock up with Kris again,
despite her body’s protests. From Kris’s ragged, uneven
breathing, she gathered the brunette was feeling similarly
aroused. Unable to help herself, driven on by the blood
pumping furiously through her veins and the incredible
tightness in her groin, the blonde suddenly grabbed Kris’s
crotch, giving it a hard, almost possessive squeeze through
her swimsuit. Valentine dug her nails into the brunette’s
inner thigh, the flat of her hand pressed against her
rival’s hidden cunt, feeling its heat on her palm.
Kris let loose a plaintive wail that was a cross between a
scream and an agonized sex moan. Moments later, Valentine
echoed her cry, as she felt Kris’s fingers squeezing her
overheated cunt. The girls both groaned as small waves of
pleasure radiated out from their groins, both realizing that
they had just crossed a line into something final. There
would be no backing out, now. Somehow, they would finish
this fight they had begun with each other, however long it
took, and however dirty it got. They both had to know.
“You cunt!” Kris screamed. “You dirty, crotch grabbing
cunt!”
“You like it dirty, bitch, I’ll show you dirty!” Valentine
cried.
The girls closed their eyes, tears streaming down their
cheeks, as their groped at each other’s cunts clumsily,
fighting to maintain their grip on the ladder as their
bodies shook silently. Valentine closed her eyes, unnerved
by the look of hatred, anguish, and ecstasy on Kris’s
beautiful face, which she knew was mirrored on her own.
Finally, with a strangled sob, Kris removed her hand from
Valentine’s crotch, slapping at Valentine’s own grasping
hand. The two rivals blinked rapidly, as they stared at each
other’s tear-streaked faces. Then, without a word, Valentine
climbed up the ladder carefully and left the brunette
staring at her back from the dock. The blonde stumbled away
from the lake, and found her bicycle where she had left it,
at the front of the recreational center. As she pedaled
home, tears drying in the air rushing past her, Valentine
swore at Kris in her mind again and again. She felt soiled,
furious, and incredibly aroused all at the same time. Kris
would not get away with dragging her into the mud this way.
The brunette would learn not to challenge this blonde.
Kris stood staring at the back of Valentine’s tight little
ass until the long-legged blonde disappeared into the trees.
The brunette felt flush with emotion and hormones; the
muscles in her long legs were still tensed and ready, as if
they even now still thought they held Valentine’s shapely
legs captive. Kris rubbed her breasts through her bikini
top, excited and disturbed at the same time by the stiffness
of her nipples. Even more telling was the wet stain between
her legs, not all of it originating from her dip in the lake
with Valentine. Kris massaged her inner thighs, swearing
bitterly at Valentine. The blonde’s hot body flashed through
her mind again, causing her cunt to stir with anxiety.
Kris had definitely noticed Valentine during their time in
high school together. How could she not have? The two were
so alike physically and always seemed to be involved in one
or another after-school activity together, although neither
girl had ever made much of an effort to get to know the
other. On Kris’s part, she had always felt a strange
attraction to Valentine, quite different than the vague
curiosity she felt toward two or three of the other girls in
their class. As she sat in the bleachers during football
games on Friday nights, Kris would sometimes steal glances
at Valentine in her tight cheerleader’s sweater as the
blonde kicked her shapely leg high into the air, her bare
thigh flashing for just a moment underneath her skirt; Kris
found herself wondering at those times just whose legs were
longer. There were perhaps two other girls in their class
who were taller than they were, but neither of them were
nearly as attractive as Kris and Valentine. It was not
exactly rational, but Kris had always felt a strange sort of
rivalry with Valentine just based on this fact, coupled with
a weird physical attraction. She had never approached
Valentine during high school about any of this, however,
even when she thought she noticed Valentine peeking at her
while the two girls changed in the locker room after gym
class or volleyball. Kris wasn’t even sure what she would
have said, in any case.
But now Valentine had initiated first contact between them -
and Kris had responded. Despite her attraction to the
blonde, Kris’s initial reaction had been a confused denial,
and then later a deliberate provocation of the blonde, which
Valentine had reacted angrily to. She wondered idly if
things might have developed differently if she had taken a
different tack. The fight with Valentine, however - the
angry, competitive kissing, thrashing their hard young
bodies together in the lake, locking their long, gorgeous
legs together underneath the water – had felt exhilarating,
liberating. Fighting and competing with Valentine seemed –
not “right” exactly, that wasn’t the word - but
“inevitable,” perhaps. The tall blonde had lurked in Kris’s
thoughts throughout high school, always just underneath her
consciousness. As Kris made her way back to the pool, she
wondered what might have happened between them if she had
confronted Valentine four years ago when the two girls had
both been freshmen. Neither of the girls had been as tall or
as heavy in the chest as they were now, but even then there
had been a spark of friction between the girls, as if they
both sensed the possibility of future rivalry.
Kris let herself into the pool house, changing into her
lifeguard outfit, a bright red one-piece suit. She wiped
away the tear stains on her cheeks, splashing cold water
onto her face. She looked at her face in the mirror, still a
bit flushed from the fight with Valentine. Kris fingered her
left cheek gingerly, where Valentine had slapped her. It was
still slightly red, hot to the touch. “You cunt,” Kris swore
softly. More conspicuous still, though, were the tiny nail
marks on her thighs, where the blonde had raked her with her
short claws.
Exiting the pool house, Kris made her way to one of the two
ladder towers situated at either end of the pool. There had
never been more than one lifeguard on duty at any given time
at the pool, though, as far as Kris could ever recall. She
climbed up to the platform at the top of her tower, and
settled into her lifeguard seat, rubbing her tired legs
discreetly. The brunette felt physically and emotionally
drained, even though the fight hadn’t lasted all that long.
It had been, in fact, the first girl on girl fight Kris had
ever been engaged in. When she had gone down to the lake
with Valentine, Kris had not had fighting in mind, at least
not consciously. Thinking back, now, she wasn’t sure what
she had intended when she had planted that aggressive kiss
on Valentine’s lips. Everything had happened so fast, after
that. Kris replaced her wide-brimmed hat on her head,
sitting back in her chair and brooding about her beautiful
blonde rival, until the pool closed for the night.
As she lay on her bed that night, Kris looked forward to
what was going to happen between her and Valentine with a
sick sort of anticipation, but also more than a little
trepidation. The somewhat shy brunette had never been in a
fight with another girl before, although she had oddly
fantasized about it occasionally when she saw other tall,
leggy girls in the hallways at school or the mall. She
doubted that Valentine had been in many fights, either – the
blonde girl didn’t seem as bitchy as a lot of her
cheerleading friends, and Valentine had seemed somewhat
hesitant to finish their fight down at the lake this
afternoon, willingly backing off after Kris had slapped her
hand off of her cunt. Kris thought that the blonde had
seemed as ready as she was to postpone the conclusion until
a later date. That didn’t mean, however, that when they did
fight it out to a finish, that it would not be vicious.
Although Kris had never been in a fight before, she knew how
nasty girls could get when they fought, as evidenced this
afternoon by Valentine’s sudden attack on her crotch. Kris
flashed back to the feeling of Valentine’s lush lips wrapped
around her tongue and the tightness in her crotch as it
pressed against her rival’s sleek thigh and was squeezed by
her enemy’s hand. A sliver of doubt suddenly crept into her
mind. That wasn’t how two girls usually fought, was it? Even
aside from the kissing – Kris hadn’t felt a desire to hurt
Valentine so much as an almost physical need to compare her
body with the blonde’s, to make her rival yield to her body.
She had wanted to feel the sleek muscle of Valentine’s thigh
pressed against her own; she had wanted to feel the soft
crush of their cleavage in the water as they pressed and
squirmed their chests together, grinding their bodies
against one another, cursing and groaning until…finally…
Kris’s cell phone suddenly rang. The brunette’s eyes shot
open, and she guiltily removed her hand from the front of
her panties, where they had been softly massaging her
excited cunt.
“Hello?” the brunette said, answering the phone hesitantly.
She felt relief and disappointment simultaneously when the
voice on the other end turned out to be her friend Jen.
“Hey, Kris,” Jen said brightly.
“Oh, hey, Jen,” Kris said. It was hard to keep the
disappointment out of her voice.
“Kris? Everything okay?”
Kris hesitated. Jen was one of her closest friends, and yet…
Kris wasn’t sure at all what her friend would make of her
budding rivalry with Valentine, and the sexual undercurrent
underlying it. She knew Jen had been in a few catfights with
other girls before, and that they had gotten pretty dirty,
but none of them had been the kind of fight she wanted to
have with Valentine – at least, not the way Jen had related
them to her.
“Yeah, great, Jen,” Kris said. “I’m just a little tired.
I’ve been exercising a little this week.”
The two friends talked for a little over an hour, laughing
and gossiping on the phone, but through it all, a large part
of Kris’s mind was still distracted by the events of the
afternoon. Finally, during a lull in the conversation, Kris
asked her friend hesitantly, “Jen, you’ve been in fights
with other girls, right?”
“Yeah, I’ve told you about them, remember?” Jen said. “Those
bitches, Stacy and Sharon.” Stacy and Sharon were identical
blonde twins, and had some of the biggest tits in their
class, along with Jen; they liked showing off their chests,
too, dressing in tight tube tops and low cut blouses,
pendants and jewelry cradled between their round, bouncing
breasts. Jen paused, and then laughed softly. “Why? Have you
been fighting, Kris?” she said teasingly.
“No,” Kris said, her face flushing. “I was just wondering,
you know. How often that kind of thing happens at school.”
“Not that often,” Jen said. Kris could almost see her
friend’s brow lifting on the other end of the line at her
sudden interest in the topic. “Most girls don’t really like
to fight.”
“Well…” Kris said slowly, almost stammering. “When you
fought them…Stacy and Sharon, I mean…did you ever get…you
know, excited?”
“You HAVE been fighting,” Jen said slowly, wonderingly.
“No!” Kris said loudly. Jen laughed on the other end. “No,”
Kris said again, more softly. “Really, Jen.” Kris laughed
unconvincingly. “Who would I be fighting with?”
“You tell me, Kris.”
“I’m hanging up,” Kris declared, her cheeks flushed red,
now.
“No, don’t hang up, Kris!” Jen said, laughing. But the
brunette had already turned off her phone, stashing it
furiously underneath her pillow. She should have never
brought it up, Kris decided. At least she hadn’t revealed
just what sort of fighting she had been involved in with
Valentine. Then again, Kris thought as she drifted off to a
fitful sleep, what kind of fighting would two big-titted
girls like Jen and Stacy likely engage in?
When Kris woke up the next day, it was already almost noon,
the sun slipping past her blinds to stripe her room with
light. The brunette groggily rolled out of bed, thankful
that it was summer. She felt a little sore from the previous
day, but her body also felt incredibly alive, flush with
hormones and adrenaline. Her heart raced whenever she
thought of Valentine, and the secret war the two girls had
declared on one another.
Kris ate a light lunch, packed her lifeguard uniform into a
gym bag, and headed down to the pool. She was on edge the
entire day, sitting on the edge of the chair at the top of
her tower, only the balls of her feet touching the metal
platform, as if she were ready to leap down to face
Valentine at any instant. Still, the blonde girl never
showed. Kris replayed the confrontation with her blonde
rival over and over in her mind, as the hours dragged by.
She found herself dragging her nails over her nipples
discreetly, thinking back on how hard they had gotten
pressed against Valentine’s sexy chest. Even now, thinking
of the blonde girl’s tits was enough to arouse her nipples
to semi-hardness through her suit. Guiltily, she stopped
stroking them, crossing her arms underneath her breasts to
cover them up.
Kris’s shift ended without a sign of Valentine. The brunette
went home and ate dinner with her sister who was home from
college, then went up to her room. She locked the door and
closed the blinds, lying down in middle of her bed with her
eyes closed tightly. She picked up her cell phone several
times, tempted to call Valentine, but she couldn’t bring
herself to punch in the last digit. Yesterday still seemed
too raw in her mind for her to provoke another confrontation
with Valentine just yet, even a verbal one. Frustrated, Kris
signed on to her internet account, and spent the rest of the
night answering e-mail before going to sleep.
Over the next week, Kris didn’t see or speak to her blonde
rival, although several times she thought she caught a
glimpse of long blonde hair out of the corner of her eye
from her seat by the pool. The brunette spent her nights
fantasizing about fighting Valentine again, her dreams
getting more and more explicit, sometimes even brutal. She
dreamed of slamming her fists repeatedly into Valentine’s
hard stomach and seeing the blonde’s arrogant face cry out
in surprise, or locking her long legs around Valentine’s
slim waist and squeezing anguished sobs of defeat out of her
rival. Even more compelling than those violent thoughts,
however, Kris dreamed over and over of putting her body on
the line against Valentine’s, tit to tit, cheeks pressed
against each other, as their legs wrapped around and around
one another in an unbreakable sex clinch. In the most vivid
dream she had, the girls were standing on a wooden platform,
floating out in the middle of the lake, far from the shore.
The night was absolutely silent except for the soft grunts
of the two girls, as they struggled against one another in
the pale moonlight, until one girl was forced onto her back,
groaning as her rival mounted her. The victorious girl had
her long legs spread on the platform, tight ass thrust
arrogantly high in the air, before plunging down in a
determined thrust. Both girls groaned, then, one in victory
and one in defeat, as the top girl’s round ass rose and fell
again and again, until…
Kris always woke up at that point, gripping her wet panties
with her hand, sweat soaking the inside of her thighs. It
was obvious what the conclusion of her dream was, but the
brunette’s mind balked at dwelling on it for more than a
moment. She never remembered whether she was the girl on top
in the dream.
Another week passed without incident. Kris parents went on
vacation to Palm Springs, leaving her alone at home with her
sister, who was never around much. Then, on a blisteringly
hot Sunday afternoon, Kris saw her.
The brunette was once again sitting at the top of her ladder
tower, watching the action in the pool distractedly when she
caught a glimpse of someone standing just at the edge of the
fence that surrounded the pool. She looked up, and her heart
caught in her throat. It was Valentine, and the blonde was
wearing a bright red swimsuit that was identical to Kris’s
lifeguard uniform. Kris rose from her chair, turning to face
the blonde, placing her right hand on her hip. The blonde
mirrored her move, placing her weight on her right leg, and
cocking her hip slightly. The girls stood staring at each
other for what seemed like minutes, before Valentine started
walking purposely toward the gate. Kris followed the tall
blonde with her eyes, feeling her groin tighten with sick
excitement. Two weeks after they had first fought down by
the lake, Kris and Valentine were finally face to face
again. The blonde looked even hotter than Kris had
remembered.
Instead of approaching Kris, however, Valentine walked to
the other end of the pool. As Kris watched with narrowed
eyes, the blonde climbed the ladder tower directly across
the pool from Kris, and seated herself at the top. For as
long as Kris could remember, the pool had only ever had one
lifeguard on duty at a time, but no one raised a protest or
questioned the blonde in her red swimsuit. Kris stewed,
feeling an urge to walk over there and drag the blonde down
from her tower, but she didn’t dare risk a confrontation
with all of these people here at the pool. Instead, she
picked up the pair of lightweight binoculars at her side,
and looked through them at the girl on the other ladder
tower.
…Who was staring right back at her through her own pair of
binoculars. In fact, if it weren’t for Valentine’s long
blonde hair, Kris might have thought she was somehow looking
at herself through the binoculars, by some manufacturing
defect or bizarre arrangement of the lenses. Like Kris’s
uniform, the blonde’s tight red swimsuit was cut just low
enough to make out the line of intersection where her two
round breasts came together. As Kris watched, Valentine wet
her lips carefully with her tongue, prompting the brunette
lifeguard to run her own tongue over her suddenly dry lips.
The blonde put down her binoculars, then, reaching into the
gym bag she had placed on the top rung of her ladder. She
emerged with a bottle of sunscreen, which she opened and
spilled onto her hand, rubbing them together slowly. Kris
felt her body temperature rise, as the tall blonde began
running her hands up and down the length of her long legs,
starting from her ankles and traveling up past her knees,
fingers brushing her shapely thighs, and running all the way
up to the hip of her high-cut suit. Valentine looked up,
then, directly into Kris’s binoculars, and smiled
challengingly.
Kris simmered quietly as she stared at the blonde’s arrogant
smile. She waited until Valentine picked up her binoculars,
then very deliberately set her own pair down. Placing her
palm on her stomach, Kris slowly slid it down until it was
positioned between her legs, right over her crotch. She
extended her middle finger, silently mouthing, “Fuck you.”
When she picked up her binoculars again, she saw the blonde
copy her obscene gesture, mouthing the word “cunt” to the
brunette over the pool.
Kris rose from her chair, and quickly climbed down from her
tower. Across the pool from her, Valentine did the same. The
brunette’s pulse quickened as the rivals made straight for
one another, meeting halfway between their ladder towers,
where they were just out of earshot of any of the swimmers
in the pool.
“What do you think you’re doing up in that tower, bitch?”
Kris hissed softly.
“Let’s just say I’m volunteering my time this summer to help
you out,” Valentine said. “Girlfriend.”
“You’re the one that’s going to need help, Valentine,” Kris
growled. “I’m going to get you back, you slutty,
cunt-grabbing, bitch.”
“Still thinking about that, huh? I bet you can’t stop
thinking about me.”
The girls were silent, as they stared at each other’s
beautiful faces, oblivious to the noise of the pool. “I bet
you can’t get me out of your mind either, blonde,” Kris
growled quietly.
“I told you it wasn’t over between us,” Valentine hissed.
“I’m not the type of girl that leaves things unfinished.”
“Well, you must be the type of girl that likes punishment,
then.”
“I dish it out, bitch.”
“Yeah? Well, we’ll see how tough you are without all these
people around.”
“You’re lucky they ARE around, Kris. This way, you can hold
onto your illusions for a few more hours.”
“I’ve let you hold onto yours for two weeks, bitch. But if
you insist, I’ll be happy to teach your body a lesson.”
Valentine’s eyes ran up and down Kris’s body appraisingly,
before the blonde girl sniffed. “I admit, you look good in
that suit, bitch.” The blonde ran her hands down the front
of her identical swimsuit. “Too bad you decided to take on a
girl that looks even better.”
“You’re just an imposter, slut. I’m the real thing.”
“We’ll see,” Valentine said. “I’ll get your body next to
mine, bitch, and then we’ll see.”
“I’ll show you, slut,” Kris replied. “I’ll get your body
next to mine, and I’ll show you.”
The girls stood facing each other for another second or two,
breathing shallowly, before they turned and walked past each
other angrily, hips brushing aggressively. Kris headed
toward the ladder tower Valentine had occupied, while
Valentine made for the tower Kris had vacated. The girls
reassumed their seats above the pool, glaring across the
water at each other balefully. Every ten minutes or so, the
girls would pick up their binoculars and zoom in on one
another. Each girl studied the long, supple lines of her
rival’s hot-looking legs and the sexy curvature of her
enemy’s breasts with jealous excitement. Kris thought she
could even see the outline of Valentine’s nipples through
her suit, betraying the blonde girl’s arousal at their
staredown.
After every hour or so, the girls would climb down again and
change ends. Walking past one another, they brushed each
other’s bare thighs with the back of their hands, grabbing
at lush, round ass cheeks as they passed, positioning their
bodies so that no one in the pool could see them do it.
Turning their heads to glare back at the other girl, they
whispered threats and insults through clenched teeth, hands
on each other’s butts.
“You’ve got a nice, fat ass, bitch,” Valentine hissed.
“It’s nicer and tighter than yours, blonde,” Kris growled
back at her rival, before the girls spun away from each
other.
The constant, teasing body contact and whispered dirty talk
soon had Kris going crazy with lust. She had to get at the
blonde, rip that red swimsuit off of her sleek, sexy body
and lock up with her, but of course, that was impossible
with all of these eyes around watching them.
As the day drew to a close, Kris whispered to Valentine,
“Let’s go, bitch. Meet me here tonight at 10. I have a key
to let us in, and we’ll settle this.”
“You and me, whore?” Valentine grunted.
“You and me,” Kris agreed, feeling her cunt twitch at the
words.
“I want to see you in a bikini, bitch,” Valentine told her.
Kris swallowed. “You’ll see me, cunt,” she said. “I’ve got
nothing to hide.”
Valentine nodded, and the girls gave each other’s butts a
hard, aggressive grind with their own as they pushed off.
Kris watched as Valentine slung her gym bag over her
shoulder and climbed down her ladder, exiting the pool with
one last hot glare over her shoulder at Kris. Kris closed
down the pool, locking the gate behind her, as she raced
home to prepare for their showdown, cunt muscles clenching
with erotic anticipation of the body war to come.
Up in her room, now, Kris rummaged around in her dresser,
until she found what she was looking for. She drew out the
black string bikini carefully, turning it over in her hands.
She had bought the bikini on a dare from Jen, and had only
worn it once before, when she had felt terribly
self-conscious in it. The back of the thong had kept
crawling up between her ass cheeks, Kris recalled. She
pulled the thong on, slipping it over her sleek hips, and
tightened the knots at the sides. Turning around, Kris
examined her tight, toned ass in the mirror approvingly,
nearly naked except for the tiny strip of fabric in the
back. Turning back toward the mirror, the brunette bent
forward at the waist slightly, studying the deep lines of
her cleavage reflected in the mirror, her breast flesh
almost falling out of the skimpy cups of her bikini. She
cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently, as she fingered
her big nipples through the lycra material. Like most of the
girls she knew, Kris compared her body with the other girls
at school who had roughly the same measurements. As tall as
she was, however, that group didn’t include very many
members, and certainly few that could even approach her
looks. Valentine being chief among those who did.
Well, Kris thought, tonight would settle a few of the
questions between their bodies. They would find out which
girl had the harder, stronger body, which pair of long legs
ruled between them. Flashing back on the feel of Valentine’s
hot, insistent lips on her own, Kris shivered slightly,
squeezing her thighs together, as she felt her nipples
harden fractionally. Perhaps a few other questions would be
answered, as well.
Kris and Valentine lived in a profoundly safe neighborhood,
but even given that, Kris felt a little strange going out at
night in just a bikini. The brunette searched through her
dresser some more, until she found a nice red, silk wrap.
She wrapped the fabric around her hips, tying it off at the
side. With a last glance in the mirror, Kris slipped on a
pair of flip flops and left the house, her sister not even
glancing up from the television as the front door closed.
The time was 9:40 pm.
Kris biked down to the recreational center, abandoning her
bike outside of the pool. She let herself in with her key,
leaving the gate slightly open for Valentine. It was a hot,
muggy night, and very close to a new moon. Only a sliver of
the moon lent its light to the summer night, although a few
stars twinkled in the night sky. Kris stepped carefully
around the pool, keeping her arms stretched out in front of
her, until she reached the sliding glass door to the pool
house. She entered, and switched on the underwater lights of
the pool, which suddenly lit up with a ghostly luminescence.
Kris surveyed the scene: empty and quiet, with the soft,
dancing light of the pool giving the setting a slightly
surreal, menacing quality.
The brunette’s head turned at the sound of the gate swinging
open slowly. Smoothing her silk wrap down over her hips,
Kris stepped into the glow cast by the pool, as Valentine
emerged from the darkness. With her tall, statuesque body
lit from below by the underwater lights and her blood red
bikini hugging every curve of her ripe breasts, the blonde
looked just like a wicked, hellbound angel. Like Kris,
Valentine wore a thin skirt wrapped around her hips.
The girls stared at each other across the water for a minute
wordlessly, as the silence of the night enveloped them, and
shut out everything but the sight of the other girl’s sexy,
bikini-clad body. Keeping their eyes locked relentlessly on
each other, the girls started to walk around the edge of the
pool toward one another.
Kris descended a short, broad set of steps set in the
shallow end of the pool, slipping into the warm, waist-deep
water. Across from her, Valentine entered the water
similarly. Their gauzy wraps floated upon the surface of the
water, trailing behind them like mermaid’s tails, as the two
rivals slowly made their way toward the center. Kris
shuddered slightly as she felt Valentine’s arm encircle her
waist jealously. The brunette wrapped her own arm around the
blonde’s slender waist, pushing against the small of
Valentine’s back with her palm, pulling their two bodies
closer together in the water. The girls clenched their teeth
as hard, aerobicized stomachs flattened themselves against
one another, navels kissing just underneath the water.
Kris felt Valentine’s abdominal muscles tighten against
hers, trembling with barely suppressed feeling. The brunette
arched her supple back, pressing her stomach still more
tightly against Valentine’s, her own muscles taut with
anticipation.
“You’re shaking, bitch,” Kris said softly, breaking the
silence of the pool.
“You’re shaking, too, you slut,” Valentine said, forcing
Kris’s stomach even tighter against her own with her arm.
“But it’s too late, now. We are going to settle things
tonight, just you and me, Kris.”
“That is exactly what I want, Valentine,” Kris declared. The
girls spoke in quiet whispers, the night air inviting hushed
tones, guilty confessions of desire. The brunette leaned
into her blonde rival, pressing their hot tits together,
breast flesh nearly spilling out of their tiny bikinis.
Little gasps escaped the lips of both girls, as they
squeezed their breasts against one another in a soft, sexy
crush. “We are going to fight, my body against yours. And
there won’t be anyone to stop us.”
The brunette’s last statement hung in the air provocatively.
Valentine wrapped a handful of Kris’s dark curls around her
hand, glaring into her rival’s beautiful face. “Good,” she
said raggedly. “I’m glad you want to finish this, bitch. And
since you think you’re such a tough little slut, I better
not hear you scream when we start squeezing.”
Kris felt Valentine’s long legs tangle around hers, and she
welcomed the tall blonde’s legs, sliding her own sleek thigh
in between her rival’s legs, as the girls flexed the muscles
in their long limbs threateningly. “I meant what I said,
bitch,” Kris said. “I will put any part of my body up
against any part of your body. Girl to girl, muscle to
muscle.”
Valentine nodded, and hissed, “Then let’s start with our
legs, bitch.”
The girls’ faces hardened in rivalry, as they locked their
long legs around one another underneath the water. Length to
length, the longest pairs of legs in their senior class
tightened in competition, matching up inch for inch, neither
pair holding an advantage over the other as far as their
measurements went. Valentine’s shapely thigh felt like a
treacherous serpent between the brunette lifeguard’s legs,
writhing slowly against her thighs. Kris gasped as she felt
the blonde’s short nails digging into her bare ass cheeks,
pulling her crotch in closer to Valentine’s, sliding the
brunette up her rival’s sexy thigh. The brunette sank her
own claws into Valentine’s tight butt, squeezing hard enough
to provoke a sharp intake of breath from the blonde. The
girls were nearly on top of each other now, their crotches
poised centimeters away from one another just underneath the
surface of the water, and their breasts pressed up against
each other in an intimate, jealous hug.
“Is this how you dirty cheerleaders like to fight?” Kris
groaned against her rival’s lips.
“Yeah,” Valentine grunted. “Is that why you never had the
guts to join, Kris?”
“I don’t care how many football players you’ve fucked,
bitch.”
“Well, what about how many girls I’ve fucked?” Valentine
asked, sliding her thigh against Kris’s crotch. “Would you
like to know that, cunt?”
“I bet you’d like to fuck me, wouldn’t you, you slutty
bitch?” Kris jerked on Valentine’s golden mane, earning her
a glare from the blonde. “Too bad, though, because you’re
not hot enough to fuck a girl like me, Valentine.”
“Whatever, slut. I’m hot enough to fuck you while I’m doing
my nails.”
“Then prove it, bitch.”
“I’ll prove it all right, cunt.” Valentine gave her rival’s
captive leg a threatening squeeze with her thighs. “Muscle
to muscle, Kris, just like you wanted.”
Kris felt her nipples stiffen with arousal at the blonde
girl’s words. The two rivals were basically sitting on top
of each other’s thighs now, squeezing their legs together
slowly, building up pressure as a prelude to the real leg
duel they both knew was coming. Kris’s shifted her body on
top of Valentine’s sleek thigh, longing to relieve the
pressure in her cunt. Her gaze shifted down to Valentine’s
crotch in its skimpy red thong, which likewise rode the
brunette’s hard thigh, grinding against it back and forth in
a small, almost imperceptible motion, which only Valentine’s
leg muscles could detect. Kris ran her eyes up from
Valentine’s crotch, past her flat, sexy belly, lingering
over the blonde’s pretty tits, all the way up to her rival’s
beautiful face, set in a bitchy snarl. Kris’s own lips
curled as Valentine glared openly at the brunette’s crotch,
before locking eyes once again with her enemy. The subtext
of the fight remained unspoken, but clearly understood by
the clenched muscles of each girl’s pussy and the erect
posture of their nipples, clearly visible now underneath
their wet tops.
“After my legs beat yours, I am going to drag you out of
this pool by that blonde hair you’re so proud of,
Valentine,” Kris hissed.
“I am going to teach you not to mess with blonde girls who
are hotter than you, Kris,” Valentine purred back
dangerously.
“I am going to show you, Valentine,” Kris gasped, as their
legs started to squeeze faster, sending ripples of
turbulence out from where the two girls embraced in the
water. “You’re going to know that my legs are best, bitch.”
“FUCK your legs, cunt!” Valentine growled savagely, and with
such vehemence that it startled even Kris, momentarily. It
seemed almost a violation of the nocturnal setting, the
silence that surrounded the scene at the pool.
Then, Kris’s eyes flashed, her cunt swelling with arousal,
and the brunette roared back in her rival’s face, “Fuck
YOURS, you blonde whore!”
As if that was the signal they had been waiting on, the
muscles in both girls’ shapely thighs surged, as adrenaline
raced through their bodies. Their beautiful legs squeezed
each other’s thighs with brutal strength underneath the
water, seeking domination of rival gams. Kris couldn’t help
it: the dark-haired girl screamed as pain lanced through her
sleek thigh. She had never been hurt like this before, and
certainly never by another girl. Held cruelly in the grip of
Kris’s long legs, Valentine also screamed, a high-pitched
cry of agony and outrage. The girls thrashed in the water,
as their bodies shook and they screamed. Even as pain
flashed through her legs, though, Kris felt her cunt
throbbing, twitching with sick excitement. She was leg to
leg with this girl who had become her most hated rival,
battling her with her most prized physical assets. The rush
of body to body combat was frighteningly intense, and Kris
found herself humping against Valentine’s thigh desperately,
even as the blonde fought to squeeze her into submission.
The screams gradually died down to long, low groans produced
through clenched teeth, as the initial shock of combat wore
off, and the pressure from the other girl’s legs was
internalized, resolving to a dull, constant ache. In a
corner of her mind, Kris hoped fervently that no one had
heard the two girls, but her conscious mind was focused only
on beating Valentine, on squeezing the blonde cheerleader’s
hot legs between her own until she begged her to stop. On
and on the girls squeezed, muscle to muscle, thousands of
hours of cheerleading and swimming culminating in this leggy
duel of strength.
“On your knees, bitch!” Valentine hissed, as she felt Kris’s
legs weaken fractionally, her leg muscles starved for
oxygen.
“No!” Kris growled. The blonde’s taunt served to shock her
into realizing how close she was to losing it all, to
letting the blonde bitch dominate her. The brunette’s leg
muscles surged with new strength, drawing a sharp gasp from
Valentine. The blonde’s knees buckled slightly, as Kris
pressed into her with her hard breasts, but she managed to
regain her position with a sharp tug on the brunette’s dark
locks, resuming the trembling stalemate between the rivals’
legs.
Long, agonizing minutes passed as the girls squeezed and
writhed against one another in the water, long hard bodies
locked in a vicious embrace. Kris felt like she could feel
all of the contours of Valentine’s alluring body as the
girls stood pressed up tight against each other, every curve
of the blonde’s tall body found its counterpart on Kris’s
body, every muscle of Valentine’s encountered its match on
the brunette. Kris wrapped her arms around her blonde
rival’s chest experimentally, giving Valentine’s ripe tits a
firm squeeze with her own. The blonde girl grunted,
returning the embrace, forcing her pretty breasts on the
brunette’s with a hard, sexy grind. Still, the focus
remained on the rivals’ long legs, as they strained to
conquer one another underneath the water. Gradually,
however, their legs inevitably began losing strength, the
brutal hold they had on each other’s legs weakening, until
the girls were not so much squeezing as holding the other
girl upright in the water, balanced on their hard thighs.
The girls sagged against one another’s bodies for several
minutes recovering, breathing raggedly.
Kris could feel Valentine’s heart beating against her
breast, so tightly were the girls pressed into each other.
She leaned her cheek against Valentine’s, as each girl felt
the violent, brutal intensity of the leg fight give way to a
more measured, but potentially just as nasty, competition.
Kris turned her head, brushing her lips against Valentine’s.
Fighting with their long legs, bodies pressed up tight,
belly to belly and breast to breast, had clearly gotten both
girls aroused. Kris parted her lips, welcoming Valentine’s
tongue into her mouth, sucking on the blonde’s wet, sweet
probe. Cradling her rival’s head in her hands, the brunette
pressed her lips against Valentine’s, pulling the girls into
a hot, lingering kiss. The two rivals pulled on each other’s
wet tresses, engaging in a full-body grind, heating up the
pool with their excitement. Tongues slithered around one
another, as the girls gasped into each other’s mouths,
exchanging long, slow licks and kisses filled with a
building urgency. Kris still felt Valentine’s shapely legs
locked around her own, but instead of constricting, they
were now stroking her sexy legs. The feel of Valentine’s
slick, strong muscles locked around her own was unspeakably
erotic. Without thinking, Kris suddenly thrust her crotch
against Valentine’s in an almost Pavlovian response to the
blonde’s body. Groaning, Valentine thrust back, grinding her
lycra covered cunt into the brunette’s.
“Kris, you long-legged slut,” Valentine managed to gasp.
“You getting hot fighting with my body?”
“Not as hot as you’re getting fighting my body, Valentine,”
Kris said, fighting to keep from groaning as she felt her
cunt responding to the friction the girls were generating
between their crotches.
“I’ve fought hotter girls than you, bitch,” Valentine told
her.
“Bullshit you have, you lying slut,” Kris said. “I’m hotter
than any of those cunts on your little cheer squad, and I’m
certainly hotter than you.” Kris punctuated her statement
with a hard thrust against Valentine’s crotch, squeezing the
blonde’s tight ass with her nails for emphasis.
The blonde uttered an almost guttural moan, as she pressed
her cunt against Kris’s. The girls cocked their pelvises
forward, allowing their crotches full, trembling contact
underneath their lycra thongs. “Look at you now, you
stuck-up bitch,” Valentine said spitefully. “I bet you loved
having your fucking cunt groped down at the lake, you’ve
wanted this all along.”
“All I care about is beating your body, you arrogant cunt,”
Kris said. “If this is the way you blondes like to fight,
then I can fight like this, too.”
“Admit it, Kris,” Valentine demanded, pulling on the
brunette’s curls. “You love doing this, you lying cunt.”
“YOU love it, you slutty blonde bitch!”
“I hate you, bitch,” Valentine hissed. “You’re humping on my
cunt so hard, and you’re still too prissy to admit you love
it, you love fighting with my hard body.”
“You’re grinding on me just as hard, slut,” Kris shot back.
The water around the struggling girls churned with the
violence of their dirty embrace. Kris and Valentine both
were having trouble speaking, their breath coming in short
gasps as they rocked against one another. “I bet you’re
ready to come already, you whore, but I’m not going to let
you. I’m not going to let a blonde whore like you get off
grinding on my body.”
In the unearthly light of the pool, Kris could see
Valentine’s beautiful face flush a dark red, matching the
color of her bikini. “You cunt,” Valentine said, her voice
hard. “I’m not even close, bitch. You could never get me
off.”
In a monumental act of self-control, Kris somehow forced
herself to stop the steady motion of her cunt against
Valentine’s, but she still kept it pressed to the blonde’s
crotch. Likewise, Valentine had stopped her pelvic gyrations
against Kris, but she also held her ground below the waist,
keeping her crotch plastered against her rival’s. Kris ached
to keep rubbing her cunt into Valentine’s, the blonde’s hips
and crotch had felt so good grinding against hers, and her
cunt felt so tight. However, it now appeared as if the girls
had reached a tacit agreement that one of the ways to claim
victory in this fight was to make the other girl lose
control, to be the girl whose body couldn’t be resisted by
her rival. In all of her dating experience, Kris had never
wanted any of her boyfriends as much as they had wanted her,
and she was determined not to let Valentine be the first
person to get the upper hand on her sexually.
With their lower bodies held motionless against one another,
Kris’s attention suddenly shifted to the two pairs of firm,
heavy tits pressed into one another above the surface of the
water. Little droplets of water glittered on Valentine’s
valley of cleavage, rolling down the expanse of her milky
breasts to disappear between the blonde’s wet tits. Kris’s
equally endowed set of breasts glistened wetly in the light
of the pool, and she felt a little quiver of excitement as
she saw Valentine staring down at the tableau of her tits,
nestled in the cups of her black top.
“I bet you’d really lose it if you saw my naked tits, Kris,”
Valentine said, catching the brunette’s eye.
“I see better tits in the mirror every morning, girlfriend.”
“Not even, bitch.”
Kris struggled to keep her voice steady. She had seen
Valentine’s bare breasts before in the locker room, but
seeing them naked tonight in this charged atmosphere of
erotic hatred would be an entirely different experience. “If
you want to fight with our tits naked, that’s fine with me,
slut,” Kris said slowly.
Glaring at each other warily, the two rivals separated
slowly, their long legs unlocking with an almost palpable
reluctance. Valentine swept her wet mane of blonde hair back
from her face, facing Kris with her shoulders square. Both
girls were breathing hard, their sizable breasts rising and
falling in an almost hypnotic rhythm, echoing the lapping of
the water around them. Kris reached for the left strap of
her bikini with her right hand, while across from her
Valentine mirrored her motion. The brunette slipped first
the left and then the right strap of her bikini off of her
smooth shoulders, swallowing a little in nervous
anticipation. The two girls had long since passed the point
where they could conceivably have backed out of their fight,
but this would be an act that would put a seal of secrecy on
the whole dirty encounter tonight. Even if she wanted to,
Kris couldn’t imagine telling any of her friends, not even
Jen, that she had met and fought with a topless Valentine in
a pool in the middle of the night, or telling them how tight
her cunt felt between her legs now, as the girls removed
their tops to reveal their naked tits to one another.
Kris let her top drop into her hands, and placed her fists
on either side of her hips. She didn’t need to look down to
know that her nipples were stiff, hard with excitement, just
like the two rigid pink points on Valentine’s creamy, naked
breasts that pointed challengingly at her across the few
feet of water separating them. The blonde had also placed
her hands on her hips, in an almost defiant pose. The two
tall, bare-chested rivals straightened now, standing upright
in the water, daring the other girl to come up against her.
Before tonight, Kris would have never believed that another
girl’s tits could actually seem physically threatening, but
Valentine’s firm, heavy breasts and her incredibly erect
nipples looked very much like weapons as they posed across
from her own pair of sexy tits.
“Still think yours look better, slut?” Valentine asked.
“It’s hard to tell when yours are all the way over there,
bitch,” Kris said. “Are you afraid of my stiff nipples?”
“I’m not afraid of anything you have, Kris,” the blonde
said. “Because I’ve got better.”
“Is that why you’re getting so hard looking at my tits,
slut?”
Valentine cupped her breasts, brushing her long nipples
lightly with her thumbs. “Are you talking about these,
bitch?” Valentine asked. “That’s just their way of letting
yours know which pair rules this pool.”
Kris took a deep breath before uttering her next words. “I
bet they wouldn’t look so stiff next to mine, Valentine,”
she said.
Valentine’s blue eyes sparkled in triumph. “I knew it, you
cunt,” the blonde said. “Who’s hard, now, Kris? You want to
get my bare tits against yours, don’t you?”
“Fuck you, Valentine,” Kris said hotly. “I don’t care what
the hell you want me to admit, bitch. You just get your tits
over here if you think yours are better.”
“You stuck-up cunt,” Valentine swore. “I should tell
everyone how hard you were humping me with your fucking
pussy.”
“You go ahead, Valentine,” Kris said angrily. “You go right
ahead, and I’ll tell everyone how hot your cunt felt when we
were grinding into each other.”
“Remember, bitch, I’ve felt your tongue on mine, so I know
just how wet you are for me.”
Kris felt her body trembling with an intense combination of
anger and desire, both directed at the blonde girl across
from her. Valentine seemed determined to drag some sort of
confession out of her, but she stubbornly refused to give in
to the blonde and verbalize what was obviously happening
between the two rivals. Instead, Kris shook her head and
hissed, “I get wet thinking about how hard I’m going to beat
you, slut, that’s all.”
The blonde snarled, her beautiful face hardening as she
advanced on Kris. “Then FIGHT me, bitch!” Valentine growled.
“I’ll fight you, whore!” Kris cried, her hands going for
Valentine’s hair as the two girls slammed into one another
again, long legs reaching for each other underneath the
water.
As much as she had braced for it, the impact of her naked
tits against Valentine’s still sent a shockwave through
Kris’s chest. The brunette gasped as she felt the blonde’s
wet tit flesh sliding across hers, the first time she had
ever felt another girl’s naked breasts against her own.
Valentine’s glands were slippery and felt incredibly massive
as they slammed into her breasts with a wet thud. Kris
hissed as her long, stiff nipples smashed into her rival’s
hard tits, driving into the blonde’s smooth, milky breast
flesh. The brunette felt her sex points bending a little
from the pressure, but sensing that they were forcing
Valentine’s breasts to conform around their shape somewhat,
Kris persevered, grinding her tits against Valentine’s
viciously.
“Bitch!” Kris cried. “You like my hard tits against yours,
you big blonde cunt?”
“I’ll bang tits with you all night, you big slut!” Valentine
hissed.
The night air rang with the sound of wet tits slapping and
the gasps and groans of the two rivals. High-pitched squeals
of outrage escaped their lips as they waged war with their
bosoms, swinging their breasts with wild abandon. Kris was
privately amazed at how violently the girls were beating on
each other with their breasts, but the harder Valentine
slammed her tits into the brunette’s, the more enraged Kris
got, and the harder she swung back at her blonde rival with
her own firm sex glands. Half-crazed with hatred and
fighting lust, the girls were literally trying to knock each
other’s tits off, pounding their breasts into one another
harder and harder. Suddenly, a particularly vicious swing of
Kris’s right tit into the side of Valentine’s left breast
knocked the blonde girl off of her feet. Stumbling slightly,
Valentine pushed off of the bottom of the pool with her
right foot, to end up a few feet from Kris.
The brunette felt an incredible surge of pride in her body;
her tits had actually knocked the tall blonde backward! Kris
placed her hands on her hips, displaying her bare chest to
Valentine tauntingly. “How do you like my tits now,
Valentine?” she asked meanly.
A wordless snarl answered her, as Valentine launched herself
at Kris tit-first. Startled, the brunette could only wrap
her arms around the blonde as she crashed into her, their
tits colliding head-on with another wet smack. Kris felt the
blonde’s strong arms encircle her back, as the blonde bore
her backward in the water, until she felt the hard concrete
of the wall slam into her ass. Kris hissed at the impact,
feeling her breath being squeezed out of her lungs by
Valentine’s hard body. The blonde slammed her washboard
stomach into Kris’s and flattened her tits against the
brunette’s, pressing Kris back against the concrete.
Valentine had an almost crazed look in her blue eyes as she
hugged her rival against her bosom brutally, forcing
anguished groans from the brunette lifeguard. The blonde’s
arms were like steel bands encircling Kris; she would never
have believed the strength contained in those long bare arms
until now. Desperately, Kris shoved her sleek thigh in
between her rival’s legs, bracing her foot against the wall,
and pushed off, carrying the girls back into the middle of
the pool. The brunette tightened her arms around the blonde,
as they plunged underneath the water.
Kris felt every part of the blonde’s body against hers as
the two girls rolled over and over in the water, thrashing
against each other’s long curves. She lashed out with her
hands and feet, her short fingernails raking across
Valentine’s belly and tits, while the blonde ran her claws
up and down her rival’s clenched ass cheeks. Their long hair
spread out from their heads like the plumes of two rival sea
spirits, surrounding beautiful faces lost to primal female
hatred. Somehow, Kris found Valentine’s foot pressed against
her face, the heel of the blonde’s foot placed against her
throat. The brunette groped for the blonde with her long
legs, finding Valentine’s chin with her own foot just in
time to give her rival an answering shove. The girls floated
backward from each other, finding themselves at opposite
ends of the pool once more, sitting on the shallow steps
next to the edges of the pool.
Kris had had more than enough of the bitchy blonde. She was
going to finish off Valentine, she decided furiously, taking
the steps quickly and dashing around the pool toward
Valentine, her bare wet feet slapping on the hard tiles.
Valentine moved to meet her, running toward the brunette
with a matching ferocity, her blue eyes sparkling with an
almost crazed intensity. The topless girls met in a wild
tangle of long limbs, swinging at each other with their
fists and legs, striking out at each other’s bare tits, wet
stomachs, and cheeks. As enraged as she was, Kris hardly
felt Valentine’s nails raking across her left cheek. She
responded with a hard punch to the blonde’s gut, causing the
other girl to double over with a low grunt. As she stepped
toward her rival, however, Kris was met with an answering
blow to her belly, and she bent over at the waist, as well.
Kris lifted her head slightly and found Valentine glaring at
her from her own bent over position, her wet blonde hair
hanging down over her face. Kris reached for that golden
mane, her hands securing a grip near her rival’s scalp. She
felt her hair being taken up the same way by Valentine, her
dark curls gathered up by the blonde’s long fingers. The
girls stood bent over for several minutes breathing hard,
keeping a careful hold on each other’s long hair. Kris could
see Valentine’s firm tits hanging down, long nipples pointed
straight at the ground; they moved up and down with the
blonde’s ragged breaths.
Slowly, Kris began to straighten, keeping a firm hold on
Valentine’s hair. The tall blonde rose with her, stepping in
close to the brunette’s body, bringing their naked chests
together, dripping wet with water. Their strength
temporarily depleted, the girls were content to press their
firm, tight bodies together, as they went nose to nose in a
tense glare.
“Goddamn you, bitch,” Valentine hissed, pressing her chin
against Kris’s. “You fucking dirty cunt.”
“You’re the slut who wanted to fight topless, Valentine,”
Kris snarled softly, pushing back at the blonde’s jutting
chin with her own. Her nipples felt so hard now against
Valentine’s chest, hungry for sensation; the brunette
couldn’t resist wriggling her tits against Valentine’s
slippery mounds, slapping her nipples against the blonde’s
big breasts, even momentarily engaging Valentine’s own erect
sex points, sending waves of stimulation through her tits.
“You’re the slut who likes to rub tits, bitch,” Valentine
groaned, slapping at Kris’s nipples with her own pair.
Trembling gasps escaped the lips of both girls as their
nipples stroked each other repeatedly, length to length.
“I’ll rub your dirty tits until you scream, cunt,” Kris
said.
“Not with those weak nipples of yours, Kris.”
“You better believe these hard things can fuck over your
soft nipples, Valentine.”
The blonde pulled on Kris’s hair, forcing the brunette to
meet her gaze, the eyes of both girls wide with excitement
and battle lust. Kris was almost scared by how alive her
body felt in the grip of her blonde enemy, dripping wet and
topless in the muggy summer night air. “My nipples are going
to crush yours, blonde,” Kris hissed in the blonde’s face,
as the girls faced off. Their breasts hovered inches from
each other, long, engorged nipples pointed directly at each
other like missiles bent on mutual destruction.
“Then do it, you little slut,” Valentine urged spitefully,
her hands tightening painfully around Kris’s wet curls. “DO
IT!”
With a wordless cry, the girls slammed their naked bosoms
together. Kris groaned as she felt her painfully erect
nipples meet Valentine’s hard points head-on, the sensitive
rods twisting around one another, raising a small, tingling
storm of sensation that made her toes curl on the wet tiles.
The girls pressed against one another cheek to cheek as
their breasts pressed into one another, flesh against flesh,
nipples locked in an electric duel inside the erotic arena
formed by their warring glands. Kris squirmed her chest
against Valentine’s, gasping at the touch of the blonde’s
slippery breasts on her own, no longer insulated by the
lapping waves of the pool. The brunette willed her nipples
to straighten and press her rival’s pair back into her
breast, but all she knew about the hidden battle between
their nipples was that her tits felt like they were on fire.
“Kris, you big whore,” Valentine groaned against her ear, as
the trembling breast grind went on and on. “I’ll never let
you beat my tits, I’ll never let you beat me.”
“I will go tit to tit with you all night, if that’s what it
takes, Valentine,” Kris said, tears starting to form in her
eyes. The dirty, sustained physical contact between their
breasts was breaking down whatever mental barriers she had
erected to protect her psyche from the taboo nature of her
fight with Valentine tonight. Kris felt her cunt tighten
with an arousal so strong she felt she would scream if she
didn’t find release soon. “You’re never going to flaunt that
body of yours around me again!”
“This body, you bitch?” Valentine said, wrapping her long
legs around Kris’s, bringing their cunts into trembling
contact, separated only by the thin lycra of their bikini
bottoms. Kris gripped her rival’s biceps in her hands,
squeezing the other girl’s muscles painfully as their cunts
wriggled against one another. The girls struggled to remain
upright, stumbling across the deck of the pool, their long
legs tangled together like tango partners who couldn’t
decide which one should lead.
“You want this, Kris?” Valentine demanded, pushing her cunt
against Kris’s. The blonde’s fingers slipped around the
strings of Kris’s thong, her short nails digging into back
of the brunette’s shapely thighs.
“You want THIS, bitch?” Kris replied hotly, grinding her
cunt against Valentine’s obscenely.
“I want you, cunt,” Valentine gasped, as the girls shook in
each other’s arms. “I want all of you. Every last inch.”
Kris felt her cunt twitch at the blonde girl’s words,
shivering as she sensed her pussy truly come to life,
something hard emerging from deep inside her vaginal folds,
straining for release inside of her wet thong as it pressed
itself flat against Valentine’s crotch. “My inch will beat
your inch, Valentine,” Kris said lowly, her voice shaking a
little.
“If that’s how you want to settle this…” Valentine said, her
voice trailing off at the end. The girls were silent for a
moment, their long, nearly naked bodies tangled around one
another tightly. “Mine against yours, Kris,” Valentine said,
her voice suddenly hard again.
“Mine against yours,” Kris agreed, swallowing. “We’ll finish
it, Valentine.”
Valentine’s hands gripped the brunette’s ass, as the girls
positioned themselves against one another, their hips
dancing around each other tentatively. Kris could hardly
believe what she doing, but suddenly her cunt was naked and
she was rubbing her furry snatch into the waiting crotch of
the blonde cheerleader she had been locked up with for the
better part of the last two hours. The naked, raw intimacy
of the contact, girl against girl in the most primal, dirty
contest possible, sent shivers down Kris’s body, even as she
felt her naked body flush with the heat of competition and
lust. Valentine’s cunt felt maddeningly wet and slippery
against her own, and the blonde’s long body writhed in her
arms like a live wire, breasts slapping against her own
loudly as the girls slammed their bodies together toward an
end that neither fully comprehended, yet.
Then, Kris’s mouth was on Valentine’s, her hand pulling back
the blonde’s head by her golden hair. The brunette lifeguard
forced open her rival’s mouth with her tongue, and the two
enemies kissed urgently, breathlessly, consummating their
hatred for one another. Kris felt the blonde’s body lose its
balance, and she felt a similar sense of vertigo as their
bodies fell back onto the ladder of one of the lifeguard
towers. Kris looked down on Valentine’s beautiful face,
glaring up at her defiantly as the dark-haired girl pressed
down on her rival, her cunt seeking out its counterpart
between the blonde’s thighs. She felt Valentine’s long legs
wrapping around her waist, the blonde cheerleader welcoming
her rival into her. Their cunts met with a wet smack,
Valentine’s legs clinching around Kris’s slender waist and
tightening with alarming strength. The girls groaned as they
rubbed into each other, their wet fur tangling and their
glistening pussy lips sliding across one another, opening in
naked challenge until their hard clits met in the most
private of all duels, held in the arena of their two joined
pussies, a place no observer would ever be privy to.
Later, Kris could only remember the vague outlines of what
had happened. She remembered dueling with the blonde crotch
to crotch, gasping at each electric contact of their
engorged clitorises, seeing her emotions mirrored on
Valentine’s face, hatred and lust animating it in equal
proportions, the one feeding the other. She remembered the
girls crying, their hot tears mingling as they pressed their
cheeks against one another, cursing in each other’s ears,
calling one another the filthiest things they could think
of, not having the vocabulary to fully articulate what they
wanted to do to the other. On and on it went, until suddenly
they found their arms wrapped around each other, naked
bodies shuddering together as their cunts plunged off the
edge of sensation, dragging both girls into a long, sordid
orgasm. Kris remembered wrestling with Valentine’s body as
the girls rolled off the ladder and writhed next to the pool
in each other’s arms, long legs tangled as their cunts
twitched their last spasms of desire into one another. Kris
had lain next to the blonde for the better part of an hour,
absorbing just what the girls had done. When she finally got
off her back and turned toward Valentine, she saw the blonde
sitting on her knees staring at her with a look that managed
to stir her even in her exhausted state.
“I hate you, cunt,” Valentine said, somehow managing to
invest those four words with all of the venom and intensity
of the fight the two girls had just engaged in. The blonde’s
fingers were between her legs, tangled around her blonde
curls of pubic fur.
“I hate you too, cunt,” Kris said softly, gripping herself
in her hand, as well. A look passed between the girls then
that almost made the brunette orgasm again. She kept her
hand on her cunt as Valentine got to feet and slipped back
through the gate, disappearing from view.
Kris wiped her hand across her eyes and gathered up what
remained of her swimsuit. The ride back to her house in the
darkness was mercifully swift, and she gave silent thanks
for the fact that only her sister was home. Kris closed her
eyes as she let the warm spray from the showerhead wash away
the stink of chlorine and sweat from her body, soothing her
aching muscles. Collapsing on her bed, the brunette sank
into a deep, dreamless sleep for the first time in weeks.
THE END