SLEEP OVER
by CATHARSIS
Kate Laskey had barely sat down after returning from her final Friday afternoon
class when the phone rang.
"Hi Kate! Got anything goin' on tonight?" chirped the voice on the phone.
"Oh, hi, Christie." Kate took a quick, self-conscious look around her small
university dorm room. "Not really..."
"Well, how about coming with me to a sleep-over?"
"A sleep-over? That sounds so Junior High." If Christie took offense, her
perpetually cheery voice didn't betray it.
"Oh, that's just the name. Y'see, Pam and I are going over to Valerie's house --
you remember Valerie Hudson from high school, right? -- She invited us to play
cards, and we need a fourth."
Kate twirled a lock of her brown hair around one finger. "What kind of cards?"
"Spades, Hearts, that kind of thing. You... don't sound too enthused." Christie
was right.
"Well, um, what kind of stuff would I need to bring?"
"Your toothbrush and stuff to wear, mainly. There'll be places to sleep and food
and all that already there."
"That sounds nice. So, just clothes for tomorrow and something to sleep in."
"Yeah, and as for that... This is the first time we've been over to Valerie's,
so I don't quite know how casual things are going to be."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it depends on how the conversation tends to go, y'know. Some get
togethers, it's just regular gossip and stuff, and that's fine. You're just
chillin' out in t-shirts. Other times, though, the talk gets raunchy, the beer's
hittin' everybody right, and everyone puts on their trashiest lingerie. It's a
blast!" Then, Christie's excited voice quieted down a few notches. "You still
don't sound like you're into it, though. What's up? You gotta test coming up? A
paper to write?"
"Nah, it's not that..."
"Look, it starts at about eight. I'll pick you up in my car, so you don't have
to worry about directions."
Kate didn't say anything.
"Oh, wait... You don't have a thing against Valerie, do you?" Christie was right
again.
"I don't dislike her, but I wouldn't exactly consider her and me as friends."
"Oh... Look, I'll be there, and Pam'll be there, too. It'll be fun. How about I
pick you up at six, we'll go out and get something to eat and head on over after
that?"
Kate thought for a moment. Five minutes ago, she'd been lamenting the onset of
another Friday night surrounded by the other girls on her hall. Though they were
an easy source of alcohol, their plain, ordinary looks reminded Kate that she
could do better than hang around with them. Christie and her could walk into a
party and land guys the likes of which they could only dream of. Christie's
friend Pamela was really smart and sweet, and had helped Kate out when
procrastination had made her homework pile too unmanageable. Those were the
kinds of people she belonged with. Kate figured she could handle one night with
Valerie.
"Sure, why not..."
"Aw, c'mon, girl, loosen up a bit. Valerie's rich, right? She's probably got
lots of cool stuff there." Christie paused. "Y'know, I bet that once you two get
to talking, you'll find something you both are into doing."
Christie had no way of knowing, but she was right a third time.
**********
Kate sighed and stared into the full-length mirror on her closet door. She had
removed the clip that held her shoulder-length hair into a pony tail, and was
holding the brush she intended to use to smooth it out. In fact, she had been
standing there for nearly half an hour in that position, worrying over the same
thoughts again and again in her mind. The mirror stared back at her, showing her
what she already knew. Kate was a stunning 20-year old. Her love of long
distance running had toned her 5'7" frame to perfection. Her wardrobe contained
many shirts like the one she had on now: one size too small. It accentuated the
tightness of her abs, as well as the fullness of her chest. Although her legs
weren't long, they were sleek and powerful. Years of circling tracks and
competing in high school cross country races had given her an impressive amount
of stamina. It was more than enough to handle a possible all-nighter here at
college.
Kate's problem was not with her appearance, or her health. It was that her mind
kept circling through the same logic endlessly. She could have told Christie
about the incident last summer that was the reason she didn't want to be around
Valerie. Trouble was, she wouldn't have dared to tell her the whole story, and
half the story wouldn't have been convincing enough.
Back in July, Kate and Christie had gone to a big block party. Christie had
disappeared somewhere with her boyfriend towards late afternoon while Kate was
playing volleyball. The combination of hot sun, exhaustion, an excessive amount
of alcohol, and the local garage band playing far too loud had left Kate feeling
worn out and irritable. She was wearing her favorite purple bikini, and was
getting the eye from quite a few guys. Even so, when the game ended, she didn't
have a date to hang out with. She sat down in a lounge chair on someone's lawn
and nursed the last of a cup of beer in an effort to cool off. She had just put
it down when Valerie and a few of her cheerleading buddies from high school had
wandered by. They were laughing hysterically about something, and it was obvious
that they were all quite inebriated.
Valerie spied Kate sitting alone. Motioning to her friends to wait a moment, she
half-walked, half-staggered over to Kate's chair, giggling all the while.
Leaning down close in order to be heard above the noise, and close enough for
Kate to smell the alcohol on her breath, Valerie said, "I ran into Stephen the
other day."
Kate looked up lazily at the girl who had invaded her personal space. "Oh?" she
replied. She wasn't particularly interested to hear anything about the boyfriend
who had dumped her the week before. Especially not from someone she could barely
count as an acquaintance.
"He said you were a boring fuck in bed," blurted out the drunken blond. Kate
stared in disbelief at Valerie, who apparently thought this piece of information
was beyond funny. She began laughing again as she sauntered away and rejoined
the other girls. In a few seconds, they had disappeared into the crowd, leaving
Kate fuming. The initial shock of the insult had worn off, and a boiling rage
had arisen in her stomach. Kate had left the party soon afterwards, and had
spoken to no one about it.
She could have told Christie then, and she could have told Christie an hour
earlier when Christie called about tonight's sleep over. But, Kate hadn't. She
knew what Christie would have said.
"She was drunk. She wasn't trying to be mean. She probably didn't even realize
what she said. I bet that if you asked her about the party, she wouldn't even
remember seeing you there, let alone talking to you."
There was truth in those words. The heart of the matter, though, was that the
thought of being around Valerie had dredged up things Kate wished would vanish
from her memory.
Kate had returned to her parents' house that evening with her head still
swimming. She checked her answering machine, which was empty, and passed out on
her bed. Sometime during the night, a very vivid scene played out in her
unconscious mind. Kate was back in the lawn chair at the party. Her head turned,
and Valerie appeared in her field of view wearing that red string bikini she
always wore. Valerie's shoulder-length blond hair cascaded down about her face
as she leaned over to deliver her insult. Kate watched helplessly as the dialog
played out just as before. As her tormentor turned and walked away, though,
things changed. Kate jumped up from her chair and grabbed the back of Valerie's
hair. She yanked the blonde's head backwards and spun her around. Kate then
delivered a series of stinging slaps to Valerie's face.
After the fourth or fifth one, Valerie counterattacked. The blond leaped at her
and tackled her to the ground. She lay atop Kate, pinning her wrists and
laughing in her face. Even though it was a dream, Kate felt everything as if it
were real. Her arms refused to move, and a heavy weight seemed to be pressing
down upon her stomach and legs. In the dream, Valerie lowered her face closer to
Kate's. As it filled her vision, she could feel the other girl's firm breasts
bearing down on her own.
"You wanna fight?" the phantom Valerie taunted. "You think you can beat me? Hmm?
You think you're superior to me?"
Kate tried to squirm free, but no force she could muster seemed to dislodge the
nightmare that gripped her. Kate felt her body push and rub itself against her
foe to no avail. The smooth, soft skin of the other female felt so different in
comparison with the rough, muscular skin of the guys she had been with. Kate
felt herself twisting back and forth in an effort to roll Valerie off of her.
The blonde's body refused to move, though, and Kate tried to thrash harder. It
didn't work. Her body seemed to be attached to that of her rival, and the two
girls merely rocked from side to side. Valerie's grip was strong, and her
grinning face loomed larger and larger in Kate's mind.
Suddenly, it was over. Kate's eyes opened and all she saw was her dark bedroom
ceiling. Her arms had been behind her head underneath her pillow, and she
quickly drew them out. Kate's heart was thumping loudly in her chest, and it
took her several minutes to calm it down. Looking over at the nightstand, the
clock told her it was a quarter past one in the morning. She stumbled to the
bathroom for a drink of water to soothe her dry throat. Her thoughts swirled
chaotically. Never in her life had she experienced such a powerfully real
nightmare. The brunette was never one to resort to violence, but somehow,
slamming her open hand against that rich snot's cheek had felt good. Thrilling,
even. "It was just the booze," she assured her reflection in the mirror, and
went back to bed. Nothing bad disturbed her sleep the rest of the night.
The next night's sleep, however, was not so serene. In the hours just before
dawn, the dream struck again. This time, Valerie's attitude was even ruder. Kate
could barely wait to get up and confront her. She only got in a single slap
before the blond cheerleader jumped at her and forced her down. Instead of being
pinned, Kate managed to free one hand and grab the side of Valerie's head.
Yanking hard, she rolled the two of them over so that she was now on top of her
rival. Kate pinned Valerie's hands and put her full weight upon her body just
like Valerie had done to her. She heard Valerie's mocking voice call out to her.
"This is what you like? Is it, bitch?" Kate felt her opponent's body shift, and
Kate pressed down harder with hers to keep it trapped. She felt her boobs bulge
out to the sides as they squashed against the cheerleader's opposing pair.
Valerie twisted her hips in an effort to dislodge Kate, and Kate retaliated by
pushing back. Seconds ticked by into minutes as the two girls' bodies rubbed
together in a tight struggle. Then Valerie broke the silence.
"Yeah, I feel you grinding away down there. You're such a horny, desperate slut
that you're gettin' off on another girl." Kate tried to reply, but no words came
out of her mouth. She couldn't seem to shut Valerie up, and, most frustratingly
of all, her adversary was slowly working her way free by arching her body in
order to throw Kate off. Kate strained with her arms and furiously rammed her
midsection over and over into Valerie's, trying to knock her back down. Their
breathing had become ragged and was now punctuated by grunts at each impact. The
battle raged this way ever more violently. Both girls seemed unwilling to give
up. Kate felt a heady mixture of emotions running through her unlike anything
she could ever describe.
With a final grunt, Kate awoke. Sweat covered every inch of her body, making her
nightshirt stick wetly to her skin. She was lying on her stomach with her arms
wrapped tightly around her pillow. Her body burned as if she had a fever, and
the covers had been kicked into a pile at the end of the bed. Burying her face
in her pillow to quiet the audible sound of her ragged breathing, Kate rolled
onto her side. While doing so, she felt a familiar tingling between her legs.
Disbelieving at first, she snaked a hand down to see if it was just a residual
illusion. Horrifyingly, it wasn't. Her panties were soaked from an undeniable
arousal. She wanted something badly to satisfy her, but it wasn't sex. Kate
couldn't figure out what her aching pussy was crying out for, and she was scared
to find out.
Though it was well before dawn, Kate cleaned herself up, pulled on a jogging
suit, and slipped out of the house for a run. She sprinted for several blocks
before being forced to slow down because her lungs were on fire. Kate continued
pushing herself until her legs began to hurt, and made it home on the last bits
of energy she had left.
Despite her attempt to purge the nightmare from her memory, images of her and
Valerie fighting still popped into her mind over the next few days. Each time
one did, Kate focused herself through physical exertion and drove it away. By
the sixth day after the party, no more appeared. The weekend had arrived, and
Kate and Christie were back partying. The handful of guys that Kate hooked up
with during the last few weeks of the summer could scarcely believe their luck.
When they were alone with her, Kate had been anything but boring.
She thought about all these things as she brushed her hair in a determined
manner. "That's the past," she told her reflection. "Tonight, I'm just going to
have a lot of fun."
**********
Kate looked out the passenger window as Christie pulled her car into Valerie's
driveway. The house Valerie's parents had bought for her was a small, blue,
single-story house with white shutters and trim. It wasn't as impressive as Kate
thought it might have been, but it still beat having to live on campus. Kate
wished her family included a rich dad who ran a real estate business like
Valerie's, or a rich doctor like Christie's mom. She hid a slight frown on her
face from her friend as she pulled the two overstuffed gym bags out of the
trunk.
Valerie met the pair at the front door. She was wearing a red tank top and black
shorts, and was all smiles as she held the door and waved them in. The living
room that Kate entered seemed rather bare. It contained only a couch facing a
large TV, and a lamp.
"Is this where we're going to be?" Kate asked.
"No," Valerie chuckled. "We're playing cards downstairs. Go through the kitchen
and take the door on the right."
"Downstairs?" Christie wondered aloud.
"Yeah. Don't worry, it's a finished basement. It's pretty swank."
Kate raised her eyebrows. "Swank?" she thought. "Who the hell uses that word
anymore?"
When the trio reached large room at the bottom of the stairs, it was obvious
that 'swank' was, indeed, the correct term for it. The basement looked as if it
had been decorated when the house was built in the '70s and never changed. Fake
wood paneling lined the walls, and a creamsicle orange rug covered the floor.
"Ohmigawd!" exclaimed Christie. "Is this shag? It thought this stuff was
extinct!"
"Welcome to the den." Valerie announced. "I'm still in the process of
redecorating the whole house, you know. My bedroom's all cleared out for the
painters and the living room furniture hasn't arrived yet. This room... well, I
haven't settled on a good color scheme yet, so we're stuck with retro for now."
"You're taking an interior design class, right?" asked Christie.
"Yeah, but it's all stuff I already know. I mean, I've seen so many model homes
being set up, I should be teaching the class!"
Kate rolled her eyes at this last remark. She let the other two girls ramble on
as she looked for a good place to put their stuff. At end of the room closest to
the stairs was a round wooden table surrounded by four chairs. At the far end
was a giant flat-screen TV hooked up to a tall rack of video and audio
equipment. A comfortable-looking sofa sat in front of the TV, and a matching
recliner was set at an angle next to it. In the center of the room were a pile
of sleeping bags and pillows. Kate put the gym bags down next to the pile, and
listened back in on the conversation.
"Pam's typically right on time, too. I'll give her a call." Christie said, and
flipped open her cell phone. Finding no signal, she ran back up the stairs.
"Pretty cool, huh?" said Valerie, fishing for a compliment.
"Yeah, it's nice," said Kate, trying to act as pleasant and natural as possible.
Involuntarily, her eyes darted up and down Valerie's figure. Kate noted the
small muscles in the blond cheerleader's legs and arms, and the firm, round
breasts that sat upon her chest. Kate swiveled her head and glanced around the
room in an effort to look somewhere else. Unbidden, the thought shot through her
mind.
"I could take her."
Kate's heart pounded hard in her chest. She was embarrassed at herself. There
was no reason for that kind of thinking. Her dislike of Valerie was completely
illogical, she assured herself.
Valerie's next words made her question that, however. "It must suck living in
the dorms for another year. I mean, the rooms are so small, and you have to
share them with someone. I could never live like that. I'm surprised you didn't
get an apartment like Christie did." Kate shrugged her shoulders and opened her
mouth to speak, but Valerie continued, "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot. Your family
lives down in Mill Creek, don't they?"
Now, to an ordinary observer, the Mill Creek subdivision looked like a typical
middle-class suburban community. Pleasant, clean, and respectable. However, the
high school that its residents went to also took teenagers from the affluent
Mason Hill gated community where Christie and Valerie's parents had their homes.
To the members of that social group, Mill Creek was populated by the also-rans,
the middle managers, and the wannabes. Valerie had simply stated what she
thought to be fact. She had forgotten that Christie, who grew up down the street
from her in Mason Hill, was friends with someone from "outside the gates".
Christie, Valerie thought, was ditsy, but in a nice sort of way. It was just
unfortunate that she had brought someone like Kate along for the night. Girls
like Kate had no class, and just dragged a party down. "Still," thought Valerie,
"I can handle someone like her. No problem."
"At least you're in college," Valerie went on, "and that's the ticket to finding
a good man, isn't it?"
"I'm not sure what you're getting at."
"Well, you're not here on an academic scholarship, are you?" Kate bristled at
that, and Valerie smiled to herself. Being able to get under someone's skin was
one of the best ways of controlling them, she thought. Kate wouldn't dare blow
up in front of Christie, and Valerie had just proved that she knew which buttons
to push to assert her dominance.
"If you must know..." began Kate in an irritated tone, but Christie came
bounding down the stairs and interrupted her.
"Pam's been in an accident! Her roommate was driving her back to their apartment
when someone ran a red light and hit the driver's side door. Pam's OK, but her
roommate got pretty banged up. They're at the hospital right now. I'm going to
go there and pick Pam up. Alright? I'll be back in half an hour or so."
"God, that's a bummer," murmured Valerie.
"Drive safe," said Kate, and the two girls stood there and listened to Christie
walk through the upstairs and out the front door.
"Well, then," Valerie said, looking for something else to entertain herself.
"How about watching a DVD while we wait?" That sounded fine to Kate, especially
since it didn't involve Valerie talking. "You can pick one out while I go
upstairs and change."
Valerie left, and Kate walked over to the large entertainment center. She only
saw two DVDs on top of the player, and wondered if Valerie had been making a
joke. Then, she saw the open cardboard box on the floor that contained several
dozen DVDs, many still in their original plastic. After a few minutes of
rummaging, Kate found one of her favorites, and tore off the wrapping. She
walked to the couch and tried to guess which of the five remotes operated the TV
and the DVD player. As she did so, Valerie came back downstairs wearing an
over-sized football jersey and a pair of white socks. She chuckled to herself at
Kate's predicament.
"I'll set that up. You can go and get changed if you want. There's a bathroom
through that door there."
Kate put the DVD down on the couch and got her sleepwear from her gym bag. She
heard the TV come to life as she closed the bathroom door and began removing her
clothes. She put on her favorite nightshirt, an extra-large one with running
shoes on it, and picked up the pair of shorts she had brought. "To wear them, or
not to wear them?" she wondered. Looking down, she quickly made up her mind. It
didn't matter how much money Valerie had. Kate knew her beauty trumped
Valerie's, and her legs were the best example of that. "No shorts tonight," she
said proudly, and added them to the pile of discarded clothes.
Kate's self-confidence faltered when she left the bathroom, however. Valerie was
sitting on the couch, and the DVD box that Kate had picked out was still laying
where she had dropped it. Sitting wide open on the sofa next to the blond was
another DVD box, and it was empty. Without saying a word, Kate put her clothes
atop her gym bag, and walked to the other end of the couch and sat down. The
opening credits to the movie were already running. It was a light-hearted
romance from the year before that Kate had already seen twice.
"If we start the other one, I'm going to want to watch the whole thing. I
decided to pick something that we could stop at any time instead. Sorry."
"That's OK," Kate replied, but it wasn't.
The two sat there and watched the predictable plot unfold, from the hackneyed
first meeting of the leads to the dialog that set up why the two couldn't stand
each other. During that scene, the phone rang. Valerie got up and answered it
while Kate sat and stewed. She was still sore about having her choice of movie
ignored, and had chosen to ignore Valerie in return. Before Kate knew it,
Valerie had hung up and sat back down in her spot.
"That was Christie."
"Oh?"
"Pam's neck started hurting her, and she's feeling woozy. Christie's going to
stay at the hospital with her for a while, and then she'll be right over."
"That sucks. I hope Pam comes through alright. She's such a smart girl."
"Yeah," Valerie concurred. The movie ran by on the screen for another minute.
"You want anything to drink?"
"Sure, why not?"
"There's some wine in the fridge. Could you get it? I really like this part."
Kate lifted herself off of the sofa in a huff and tromped up the stairs. This
night was turning out worse and worse as it went on. As she dragged the bottle
of wine out of the refrigerator and searched the cabinets for glasses, she said
a silent prayer that Christie would show up sooner rather than later.
Back in the basement, Kate pulled the cork out and handed a glass to Valerie.
The blonde's eyes were glued to the screen as she took it and held out her hand
for the bottle. Valerie nearly filled her glass before returning the bottle.
Kate poured the rest into her glass as she walked around the back of the couch.
She shot a frown in Valerie's direction. Her hostess had left her with only half
a glass.
The pair sipped at the wine as the movie wound its way towards a predictable
feel-good ending. Neither looked at each other or spoke a word. Inevitably, the
main characters realized they had quite a bit in common, and ended up together
at the end. The credits rolled, and Kate's head suddenly cleared and reminded
her that Christie should have called by now.
"I wonder what's up with Christie?" she said to Valerie. Valerie grabbed the
phone and started dialing. It took a minute, but Christie finally answered her
cell phone. Kate couldn't hear what she said, but it seemed obvious from
Valerie's responses that the planned card game wasn't going to happen. Valerie
hung up and filled her lone guest in on the details.
"Christie's at Pam's place helping her out. Pam's OK, but still isn't feeling
100%. Christie says she's really sorry, and she'll come by and pick you up
tomorrow morning."
"Don't you have a car?"
"It's in the shop. That's why I decided to have this sleepover. I'm stuck in the
house for the weekend and have to sleep down here because my bedroom's all
covered in drop cloths for the painters. I figured that I might as well have
company." An awkward silence hung in the air.
"You wanna play cards?" Kate asked at last.
"The only two-player game I can think of to play is Cribbage, but my set for
that's still at home."
"We could play War."
Valerie glanced over at Kate. A strange look crossed her face, and then she
shook her head. "Nah. Let's just roll out the sleeping bags."
The two set to work quietly, arranging their sleeping bags and pillows. When she
had finished, Kate slid inside hers and lay down facing away from Valerie.
Valerie noticed what Kate had done, and drew her lips into a tight, frustrated
line. She had been looking forward to beating Kate at something, but now that
plan had been foiled. She felt cheated, and sighed audibly.
"How about we just talk for a while. You wanna do that?" Valerie said.
Kate tilted her head and looked up at Valerie. "No," she replied coldly.
Valerie stood in place, her eyes fixed on Kate's. The temperature in the room
felt as if it had suddenly dropped a dozen degrees. Something unspoken was
hanging in the air between the two girls, an almost palpable tension. A warning
seemed etched on Valerie's face: "Don't you test me!", and Kate's face responded
with cool defiance. A car passed on the street outside, and then its sound
faded. Silence reigned for several seconds as the staring contest continued.
Then, Valerie gave a quick snort, and turned and switched off the lights. Kate
heard the other girl crawl into her sleeping bag and arrange her pillow.
Time passed, but Kate didn't go to sleep. Her eyes had
slowly adjusted to the darkness, and she stared upwards at nothing in
particular. The moon shone faintly through a small window high up on one wall,
and cast strange shadows on the opposite wall. The exposed beams that ran the
length of the ceiling seemed to shift and sway as clouds dimmed the pale light.
Or was it the wine? She could hear Valerie, who lay only a few feet away, shift
in her sleeping bag every couple of minutes, trying to get comfortable. A chorus
of crickets chirped far off in the distance, and the sound of traffic had died
to a faint murmur.
She heard Valerie turn over yet again. Kate's eyes didn't feel tired, and she
realized that she wasn't going to be ready to drop off to sleep for quite a
while. She let out a gentle sigh and glanced over at Valerie. To Kate's
surprise, Valerie was lying on her side facing towards her, and her eyes were
open. Kate didn't move, not knowing whether Valerie could see her. Reflected
light illuminated the top side of the blond girl's face, and kept the other in
shadow. A minute went by, and neither girl moved.
"Not sleepy, are you?" asked Valerie. Kate grunted in reply. Valerie paused,
getting more pissed off by the second, and then propped herself up on one elbow.
"You know what your problem is?" she accused. "You act like you're so superior
to everyone else. It makes me sick."
Kate could hold her thoughts in no longer. "Oh, yeah, and I suppose you think
you don't act exactly the same way? You, Valerie Hudson, are the worst, stuck-up
snob I've ever met. You think that just because you've got a lot of money that
you've got a free pass to walk all over everybody else. I had to work hard to
get to where I am, and I'm damn proud of that."
"Oh, yes, it's HARD WORK being a slut, isn't it?"
"Excuse me? I am not..."
"Don't lie, you pathetic skank. God, at the end of last summer, about the only
topic of conversation was which guy you had most recently slept with and
discarded. And don't you give me that dopey face! I know your type. Wide open
legs and no class. You're just lucky that you hang around with Christie. If you
didn't, you'd never have access to any of the guys that you do."
"Shut up, bitch!" Kate was sitting up now. "You don't know shit. I have guys
falling all over themselves to get near me. And you know why? It's 'cause I'm
good looking. No wonder you're jealous of me. You can't handle the attention
that I get."
"Well, it's obvious that you never came to any football game, stupid. If you
did, you would have seen that I get more than my share of attention. Oh, that's
right! You were in track and field. The event so boring that it was worthless
for the cheerleading squad to show up for."
"Bullshit. If you talent less pompom twirlers had shown up, you would have seen
true athleticism. 'Look at me, I can kick my leg high!'" Kate mocked.
"Oh, and what kind of talent does running take? None! How much creativity and
effort goes into practicing a new cheer? A lot more than you'll ever know. And,
we look a whole hell of a lot better in our uniforms, too."
"Only after daddy bought you that big pair of boobs!"
"Say what? I'll have you know that I've never had the slightest bit of plastic
surgery."
"Liar!"
"You best just shut the fuck up, because you are way out of your league.
Look..." Valerie rose up onto her knees and lifted the football jersey over her
head. Throwing it to the side, she tossed her blond hair and thrust her chest
out. Inching forward on her knees, Valerie brought her body into the thin shaft
of moonlight. Her bare torso glowed, and the brazen display left Kate
temporarily at a loss for a witty response. She had to admit that Valerie's was
an impressive pair of breasts. They jutted out from her chest without a bit of
sagging, and were tipped with two perfect pink aureoles. "These are all natural,
you common whore, and much prettier than those ugly cow udders you try to
impress guys with."
Kate could not let such a statement go unchallenged. She rose to her knees and
removed her shirt. Defiantly placing her hands upon her hips, Kate threw back
her shoulders and taunted, "Those tiny tits would get you last place in a wet
t-shirt contest. THESE are what first prize looks like!" At this, Kate scooted
forward so that she, too, was illuminated by the moonlight. The two pairs of
naked breasts were now only a few inches apart. Kate's were at least a cup size
larger, but Valerie's jutted out from her chest straight and firm.
"Bullshit. I've..."
"Bullshit yourself. You just can't take..."
"Shut the fuck up!"
"...the fact that I'm..."
"Shut up!" Valerie screamed, leaning forward. As she did so, her breasts bumped
gently into Kate's. Both girls gasped and reared back.
"Don't you touch me with those disgusting things!" Kate spat.
"Why? What are you going to do? You're all bark and no bite. I've got a better
chest and a better body, and you just won't admit it."
Kate was livid now. She drew herself erect and stared right into Valerie's eyes.
"You really think that, cunt?"
"Yes, you stupid slut. I can beat your sorry ass any day." There was a slight
pause, broken only by the sound of the two infuriated young women breathing
heavily.
Kate said slowly, "Bring it on."
For a second, nothing in the basement moved. The very air felt like a taught
fishing line about to break. To the girls, the rest of the world seemed to
vanish, leaving only them, each naked except for a pair of panties and lit by
the half-full moon. Their eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, and they could
make out each other's shape just a few inches away. A cloud drifted by, plunging
the room into near-darkness.
All at once, Kate and Valerie let out twin howls of rage. Lunging at each other,
they dug their hands firmly into the other's hair. Twisting and pulling, the two
she-cats yanked their heads from side to side. Shrieks and grunts filled the
room as the girls tried to force each other down. After the fury of the initial
attack, both slowed and concentrated on inflicting as much pain as possible with
their tight grips. Desperate to keep their balance, they widened their stances
and drew their bodies more and more upright. Inevitably, their chests came into
contact and began a battle of their own. At first, only their sensitive nipples
brushed against the smooth skin of their opposing breast. Soon, however,
accidental bumps changed to intentional ones. Valerie rammed her firm tits again
and again into Kate's. Kate retaliated by pushing back and attempting to flatten
the blonde's boobs. Each hit sent shock waves of pleasure through the
combatant's bodies, which temporarily made them forget the torture their hair
was going through. One minute went by, then two, and then more.
As the hair pulling ground to a stalemate, both girls concentrated on the duel
that their chests were involved in. Their breasts bashed harder and harder
together, adding audible smacking sounds to the involuntary moans that
punctuated each attack. Again and again their stiff nipples stabbed and poked.
Tit flesh bulged out sideways at each impact. Frustrated at Valerie's lack of
capitulation, Kate slammed her boobs once more into her enemy's and held them
there. Valerie eagerly accepted this change in tactics, and began grinding her
tits deeper into Kate's. Long groans escaped the two fighters' mouths, but
neither seemed to be gaining the upper hand. After one particularly excruciating
bout of breast mashing, the two pairs of mammaries slid apart. Valerie attempted
to press her tits back into Kate's, but Kate pulled back slightly. Valerie's
nipples dragged along the full width of Kate's breasts, pausing only when they
encountered Kate's firm nipples. Both girls gasped at the sudden pleasure they
felt.
"Your tits are no match for mine," whispered Kate in a husky voice.
"Oh yeah? See if you can take this!" Valerie yanked Kate's body towards her and
swung her breasts in an arc across her rival's. Kate let out a muffled grunt,
and Valerie grinned. She swung back the other way, but Kate counterattacked.
Both girls exhaled forcefully as their four tits collided solidly and rubbed
roughly against each other. The sensations caused by this new level of warfare
were unlike anything the two could have imagined. Undeterred, they continued
back and forth, using their pendulous orbs as weapons to slap at each other's
chest. Faster and faster the battle raged. The intensity of the feelings
generated by the fight were rapidly reaching a point that neither could handle.
The titfight grew chaotic, and neither Kate nor Valerie was able to control
their wildly crashing breasts.
With a snarl, Kate caught Valerie's boobs with her own and pushed hard,
attempting to flatten them. Valerie pushed back, but found that her hold on
Kate's hair didn't give her the best leverage. She let go of the brunette's
locks and quickly wrapped her arms around Kate's back. Squeezing tightly, she
felt her stomach come into contact with Kate's and her boobs mash firmly against
her rival's. Kate felt her rib cage slowly contracting and it became more
difficult for her to breathe. Finding herself at a disadvantage, Kate clasped
her arms around Valerie and was soon putting plenty of pressure on her. The two
remained locked together, straining to crush each other, for several minutes. At
times, they applied every ounce of strength they had, and both would cry out in
agony. After each painful squeeze, they rested with their heads right next to
each other and their cheeks lightly brushing. Sweat had started to form on their
bodies where their naked skin touched. During an awesomely fierce squeeze,
Valerie's hands slipped apart and she released her embrace. Kate refused to let
go, and Valerie was stuck and unable to prevent Kate from forcing the air from
her lungs. Reaching up, she jammed her palms under Kate's chin and pushed. Both
remained frozen in that position as long seconds ticked by. With a loud groan,
Kate unlocked her grip, sending the fighters flying apart.
They sat there for some time, taking in deep breaths that made their breasts
heave up and down. Their tits felt raw and abraded, but otherwise the two had
only suffered minor bruises. The urge to fight completely filled both girls, and
it wasn't long before they felt ready to continue.
"I am so going to fuck you up," said Valerie matter-of-factly.
"It's you who's going to get a beating tonight, bitch!"
Tossing her blond hair away from her face, Valerie stood up. "Fucking come on,
then, slut!"
"Shut up, you ugly cunt!"
"At least I'm not a sleazy whore!"
"I'm going to make YOU scream like a whore," said Kate as she rose to her feet.
"After I pound your ass into the ground!"
Kate swung an open-handed right towards Valerie's head. The blond dodged it, but
Kate's hand continued in its arc and landed square across one of her exposed
tits. Howling with pain, Valerie launched a volley of slaps, and the two coeds
began trading blows at a fearsome pace. Palms pounded into bare flesh, filling
the air with a cacophony of stinging smacks. Nothing was safe from the flurry of
swinging hands. Red marks appeared on cheeks, shoulders, arms, and chests. On
and on the girls fought, oblivious to injury, concentrating solely on causing as
much damage as possible. They began a slow, circular dance in the center of the
basement, each attempting to find an opening to inflict a blow that would send
the other into retreat. Valerie took a strong hit to the head and retaliated
with a downward slap. It connected hard with one of Kate's boobs and elicited a
sharp cry from the brunette. Kate ducked down to prevent further attacks on her
sensitive bosom, and Valerie rained a torrent of loosely-closed fists onto her
back. Kate snarled and rammed her head into Valerie, trying to knock her
backwards and off balance. Valerie sidestepped Kate's charge, and wrapped an arm
around her neck. The headlock worked, and Kate suddenly felt herself trapped.
Valerie tightened her grip and started wrangling Kate around the room. Kate
desperately tried to free herself, one hand grabbing roughly at Valerie's arm,
and the other pinching her thigh. Mid-stride, Valerie's foot slipped on one of
the sleeping bags. She leaned on Kate for balance, but her foe twisted out of
the way and the pair fell.
The impact jarred Valerie's elbow, loosening her headlock. After a quick
struggle, Kate successfully escaped the choking hold and pushed Valerie onto her
back. Kate pounced, and the two girls started grappling wildly on the floor.
Valerie successfully prevented Kate from pinning her and knocked the brunette
off onto her side. Both immediately tried to gain the top position. Their bodies
drew into a fierce embrace with their legs snaked tightly together. Kate found
that she was able to use one of her legs to work her hips atop Valerie's. With
that advantage, Kate slowly drove Valerie's writhing body underneath hers. A
final effort, punctuated by a grunt of exertion, allowed Kate to lay full on top
on Valerie. Her victory was short-lived, however. Valerie bucked her hips upward
and threw Kate up and to the side. Using the momentum, Valerie tried to repeat
Kate's maneuver. The brunette fought back, and the panty-clad pair began a slow,
rolling battle across the thick carpet.
First one, and then the other wrestled her opponent down beneath her. Neither
girl really knew how to execute a pin, and so the catfight continued in this way
for several minutes. Their bodies were filled with adrenaline, and flush from
the intimate contact of breasts, arms, and thighs. Shouts and cries echoed off
the walls as the tumbling ball of female fury churned its way from one end of
the room to the other. Muscles were pushed to the limit, and the coeds started
throwing short punches into each other's sides. Fists thudded again and again as
the battle reached a stalemate. The two girls were now tied up in a sweaty knot,
landing hit after hit. They were running out of energy, though, and the pace of
the mutual slug fest eventually slowed.
They lay there entwined in a close embrace amid the chaotically tossed pillows
and sleeping bags, breathing heavy and fast. Their chins rested on each other's
shoulders, and their arms and legs prevented either from moving. Frustrated that
Kate had taken every bit of punishment she had doled out and hadn't given in,
Valerie groaned angrily and groped around with her free hand to find something
to inflict pain on. She soon settled on one of Kate's ass cheeks, which were
barely covered by the cotton panties she wore. She dug her nails into one and
squeezed. Kate growled, and involuntarily thrust her pelvis forward into
Valerie's. Kate spanked Valerie once, and then found a patch of skin to attack
that her rival's small panties failed to cover. The two worked their fingers and
nails into each other's tender flesh, and underneath the elastic bands that held
their last remaining pieces of clothing snug against their bodies. They propped
themselves up on their elbows and continued clawing for some time. Valerie
noticed that Kate was basically defenseless, and tried to tackle her. Kate
pushed back by slamming her tits into Valerie's, and the impact knocked the
blond backwards. Kate's free hand was still torturing Valerie's thigh, and the
sudden shift sent it sliding into the well-trimmed bush that guarded her enemy's
pussy. Valerie gasped, and Kate saw a chance to humiliate her opponent. Her
fingers glided deeper into Valerie's intimate region, but were stopped when the
blond forcefully grabbed her wrist.
"Just what I expected from a slut like you. Let's see how you like a dose of
your own medicine."
Valerie's arm lashed out, and before Kate could bring her legs together,
Valerie's hand had dived into her inner thighs. She felt it worming its way
closer to her pussy and moaned in exasperation. Valerie's long middle finger
reached its goal and gave her cunt several strong strokes through the fabric of
her panties. Kate whimpered, trying to stifle the sudden rush of arousal. She
renewed her own assault, but the other girl held her hand too firmly.
"Can't take it, huh? You fucking... OWW!" Valerie screamed in agony as Kate's
fingers grabbed and yanked her pubic hair. She slugged Kate in the stomach, and
the two broke apart and retreated several feet. Kate massaged her injured
midsection, and Valerie attempted to quell the pain in her crotch.
"Give up?" asked Kate, hoping her last attack had sealed this vicious duel that
she wanted desperately to win.
Valerie was having none of it. "I'm going to destroy you, you cunt! Do you
understand me?"
"You don't stand a chance. You're so much weaker than I am."
"You think so? Why don't you come over here and find out how wrong you are?"
"You come over here, bitch."
Both were still in the process of catching their breath, and neither made a move
for nearly a minute. As if on a signal, they got up on their hands and knees and
began crawling towards each other. Each kept her eyes focused on the other in
the dim light. The moon's glow illuminated faces contorted into masks of hatred,
skin covered in beads of sweat, and breasts bouncing and swaying in rhythm with
their hastening movement. Clashing together, the duo reared up and scratched at
each other's extended arms. On their knees now, they waded closer together.
Their arms slid past each other and both girls latched onto their opponent's
exposed breasts. Clawing and twisting, they mauled each other's boobs in a
frightening display of violence. Pain shot through their bodies, and both knew
that they couldn't take much of this punishment. Even so, they kept at it,
ratcheting up the pressure for well over a minute. Tears welled up in their
eyes, and they let go simultaneously, pushing off to escape the excruciating
torture.
They fell back on their rear ends, sending their legs out at each other. A short
kicking fight erupted, where each scooted forward in an attempt to kick their
opponent's stomach. Before either got close enough, Kate caught one of Valerie's
feet between her thighs. Valerie did the same, and the two squeezed hard to
crush the other's foot. Valerie extended her foot, and soon her toes were
brushing up against Kate's panties. Squirming around, Kate worked her foot
further towards Valerie's crotch and dragged her toes along the warm cleft she
found there. Both girls wiggled their toes, sending electric arcs of pleasure
outward from their hot pussies. The two noticed that their foe's panties were
soaked with an unmistakable wetness, and felt the same burning, dizzying feeling
clouding up their brains.
They let go of each other and pulled their feet back. The odor of feminine
arousal drifted through the air. Their breasts heaved on their chests as they
sat back on their hands. Each had an wild look on her face, and neither could
bear to take her gaze off of the other.
Valerie broke the silence first. "This playing around's gone on long enough. If
you think you're so much sexier than I am, face me now pussy to pussy, or show
yourself to be the loser that you are." As Kate watched, Valerie stood up.
Unashamedly, the blond pulled her underwear down and cast it aside. Valerie put
her hands on her hips as if in challenge, and long shadows framed her nude body
in a harsh contrast.
Kate got to her feet as well. "I can take anything you can dish out, honey!" she
spat. In one smooth motion, Kate removed her panties and kicked them away. The
girls stood and stared at each other. Their strength was waning, and both
realized that the fight was about to enter its final stage. Both had meted out a
lot of damage, and neither one showed a sign of giving up.
Worry crept into Kate's thoughts, as she wondered whether the impending clash
would bring her victory, or defeat. That worry began to fade as she studied the
nude figure opposite her in the quiet room. She had dreamed of battling Valerie,
and the fight she was in now made her feel more alive and focused than she ever
could have imagined. She was ready to push everything to the limit.
"What are you waiting for?" asked Kate. "Stunned by the sight of a body that's
so much hotter than yours?"
"Just looking at a body that's soon going to be crushed by mine."
"That'll never happen, you stuck up..."
"Stinking..."
"Bitch!"
"Whore!"
The blond and the brunette leaped at each other and rammed their entire bodies
together. Wrapping their arms in a fierce embrace, they staggered about the room
wildly for a few seconds before losing their balance. Still locked together,
they hit the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Rolling over and over, the two
coeds wrestled, bringing the fullness of their naked bodies into contact. Groans
of exertion mixed with moans of uninhibited excitement. They exhaled hot breaths
onto each others' cheeks as the catfight escalated towards its peak. Colliding
with the wall, the pair were forced to stop their crazed tumbling. Neither
stopped moving, however. Hands grasped at exposed skin, legs became grapevined
together, and the rest of their bodies undulated in a war of pressure. Their
breathing became more labored as their hands ended up firmly squeezing each
other's smooth ass. Kate began pumping her hips into Valerie's, just as in her
dream, and Valerie responded in kind. Their legs parted, allowing their wet
cunts to grind together. The shock of the initial touch of their most intimate
areas made both emit unmistakably erotic gasps. This didn't diminish their
sexual assaults one bit. On the contrary, Kate and Valerie sped up their
attacks, slapping their pussies together again and again and rubbing their
nether lips against each other. Loud moans and pleasure-filled screams soared
towards a crescendo as the two enemies engaged in a fevered sexfight, bringing
every last ounce of strength to bear. In sudden ecstasy, Kate and Valerie
shuddered and cried out as simultaneous orgasms exploded through their bodies.
They increased the intensity of their mutual hug, feeling successive waves of
pleasure excite every single one of their nerve endings. They stayed that way
for some time, in partial disbelief of what had just transpired. Then, they
rolled apart and lay on their backs. Their skin felt like it was on fire, and
their rapid breathing was punctuated by deep moans.
Valerie spoke first. "You fucking sleaze."
"You're the sleaze, you snob. Humping me that way."
"You were the one doing all the humping," Valerie lied. "Disgusting pig." She
sat up and grabbed her nightshirt. Kate did the same. The exchanged evil looks
as they covered their nakedness. Without a further word, Valerie picked up her
sleeping bag and walked up the stairs. Kate was too tired to follow. Her
exhausted body limped into her sleeping bag, and fell fast asleep.
**********
Morning light caressed Kate's face. The sounds of birds
in the trees outside danced in through the small window. Kate opened her eyes
slowly and looked around the basement. She was alone. Two sleeping bags were
neatly stacked up next to a pile of pillows. Against one wall was her and
Christie's gym bags. Kate sat up with a start. This couldn't have been the same
room where, late in the night, she and Valerie had... Kate's mind raced. Had she
only been dreaming again?
From the kitchen up above, the sound of glasses clinking together could be
heard. Moments later, stairs creaked as Valerie began descending into the
basement. She was carrying a tray with short legs. Kate searched, but the
blonde's face contained nothing to indicate that she, too, had been in an
intense, erotic duel several hours before. She was wearing a thin blue cotton
robe and matching slippers, and her hair was brushed and neat. Valerie knelt
down and placed the small table next to Kate. On it were several Danishes, a
large mug of coffee, and a glass of juice. Plopping herself on the opposite side
of the table, Valerie picked up one of the Danishes and took a big bite. Sleep
still in her eyes, Kate just sat and stared at the food arrayed in front of her.
"Go ahead. Eat. It's not poisoned." Kate looked up suddenly at Valerie's words.
The rich girl's face remained calm and unreadable. Kate's gaze returned to the
food. She picked up a cherry Danish and put it in her mouth. Her throat felt
dry, and she reached for the glass of juice.
"I don't like coffee," she said.
Valerie smiled. "I know. The coffee's for me."
The two finished their breakfast in silence. When they were done, Valerie picked
up the tray and stood up. She cleared her throat.
"I spoke with Christie, and she's not going to be able to make it over here
until ten or ten-thirty. It's a little past seven-thirty now, so that's about
three hours away." Valerie paused and took a deep breath. "You have a choice,
Kate. On top of your duffel bag there are two outfits. Pick one if you want to
leave and head back to campus. Pick the other one if you want to stick around
and continue partying." At that, Valerie turned and carried the tray back
upstairs.
Puzzled, Kate looked over at the bag that contained her things. On top of it was
a tee-shirt and sweats. She had anticipated wearing them back to the dorm in
Christie's car and taking a shower once the party was over. Kate started to get
up. As she did so, she felt a twinge of pain in her side. Kate sat down and
raised her nightshirt to see what the matter was. She froze in shock. There was
a bruise next to her bottom rib, right where she remembered Valerie punching her
the night before. More astonishing, she wasn't wearing any underwear. There was
only one explanation. The fight HAD taken place. It hadn't been a dream. If that
was the case, then what was Valerie talking about? Adrenaline shot through her
system, clearing the last vestiges of drowsiness from her head. Next to her
casual clothes on the gym bag was the other sleepwear she had brought. It was
the lingerie that Christie had suggested that she bring. Kate's heart began
pounding in her chest. The choice Valerie had given her made complete sense now.
**********
Valerie sat on the couch in the living room with her eyes fixed on the TV across
the room. It was off, and in fact had never been plugged in since she moved in
at the beginning of the semester. She wasn't really looking at the darkened box,
however. It was her thoughts that consumed her attention. A strange emotion had
hold of her, and she couldn't put a name to it. It wasn't anger, and it
certainly wasn't passion. After several minutes of thinking, she settled on
desire. It wasn't the word she wanted, though. It was a word that was close
cousins with lust, and didn't include any shades of the competitive spirit that
was wide awake and boiling inside of her. Kate was at fault for it. The brunette
appeared again and again in her mind, like a inescapable fixation. She folded
her hands across her chest and grimaced.
At that moment, she heard footsteps approaching up the stairs from the basement.
Her vantage point on the couch gave her a perfect view of the kitchen, and the
door that led to where Kate was. Her muscles tensed. Valerie knew exactly what
she wanted, and hoped that her guest wanted it just as bad. To her surprise, the
first thing out of the door was Christie's gym bag. It sailed a short distance
into the kitchen, and was followed by Kate's. Valerie felt a mix of anger and
disappointment. Kate was leaving. That meant that she was giving up, and was
admitting that she was afraid of her. Valerie had won the battle of wills, but
it wasn't the contest she had wanted to win. Her hands balled up into fists and
her eyes stared straight ahead at the door to the downstairs.
Valerie stopped breathing when Kate stepped into the kitchen. She was dressed in
a silver satin chemise and matching satin panties. The plunging V-shaped
neckline brought Kate's ample cleavage into prominent display, and the sunlight
coming in from the window behind her made Kate's body glimmer and framed her
brown hair with a bright shine. Kate sauntered towards the living room with a
slight smirk curling up one side of her mouth. She had seen exactly what effect
her appearance had had on Valerie, and deliciously savored her little victory.
She paused at the kitchen entrance and leaned against the wall.
"So, Valerie, where's the party?"
Valerie collected herself, and then stood up. "It's right here, Kate," she said
nonchalantly.
"You sure you're not too tired out after all the excitement last night?"
"Oh, I'm plenty rested," said Valerie, untying the belt on her robe. "And ready
to kick your ass." Valerie dropped her shoulders, letting the robe slide off of
her body. Kate inhaled sharply at what was underneath. The blond was wearing a
red lace bustier and thong ensemble that left little to the imagination. She
combed a lock of hair out of her eyes with her fingers and cocked her hips in
challenge to her brunette guest.
Kate had been unsure about engaging Valerie in another catfight while wearing
attire better suited to turning guys on. Upon seeing her in that revealing
outfit, however, Kate knew why it was perfect. Their conflict was all about who
had the better body -- in beauty, strength, and sexuality. Both were confident
of their power and attractiveness and unashamed to show it off. Kate could
scarcely believe what was happening. Here, a few feet in front of her, was the
girl she had dreamed of fighting and the girl she had met in a most intimate
battle just last night. That duel had been fought to a tie, and now she and
Valerie were about to go at it again. The idea thrilled her as few things in her
life ever had. She took a step into the living room and brought her hands up,
eager for what lay ahead.
"Let's do it, then."
Valerie assumed a fighting stance and studied her opponent. She couldn't help
but notice that Kate's nipples were already stiff and trying to poke through the
silky material of her top. Valerie didn't need to look down to tell that her
pair were equally excited. They had been ever since she saw Kate slink through
the kitchen like she hadn't a care in the world. Valerie's whole body was on
edge and filled with powerful emotions. She had never encountered anyone who
seemed to be her equal, but at the same time shouldn't have been. It both
infuriated and intrigued her that Kate had matched her so evenly. She wanted
nothing more than to throw everything she had at Kate, and have her reciprocate.
Valerie knew that both of them would push their bodies to the limit just to see
who could conquer the other, and the idea that another person existed that
shared her desire made her feel ecstatic.
The two began circling each other in the middle of the bare floor. They weaved
and feinted for a minute, testing each other out. Valerie reached out to grab
Kate's hair, but the brunette dodged the attack. Kate swung her fist and
connected with Valerie's arm. The blow stung, and Valerie retaliated by stepping
forward and throwing a punch at Kate's stomach. Kate jumped back, but not before
her foe's balled fist slammed into one of her boobs. She gasped in pain, and
flung a series of punches in Valerie's direction. The blond stood her ground,
and began returning every attack with one of her own. Grunts and smacks rang out
as the two females pounded on one other. Neither put up any sort of defense.
Pounding the other into submission was the only goal in their minds. They worked
their way around the room slowly for several minutes, trading punches
continuously, striking at whatever they could reach. Bellies, arms, breasts, and
chins all began to sting from the constant barrage.
Kate managed to catch one of Valerie's arms with her own and the two settled
into a boxers' clinch. Their heads rested on each other's shoulders, and they
were panting heavily, trying to catch their breaths. Their nipples, aching from
being struck time and again, collided roughly and stabbed at each other through
the thin material that separated them. Pleasure arced from the sensitive tips
down to the fighters' innermost thighs. Several seconds went by, with the
alternating breathing of the two girls causing their nipples to slide up and
down past each other.
With a moan that was half from anger and half from arousal, Valerie drove her
fingers into Kate's hair and pulled. Kate, her arms now free, slugged Valerie in
the stomach, causing her to double over and let go. She grabbed the blonde's
hair and tried to push her head downwards. Valerie was too fast, however. She
quickly grasped Kate's hair again and tugged with all her might. Kate bent over
at the waist, and the coeds began staggering around the room, twisting and
yanking each other's hair. Twice, they slammed into the wall, but that did
nothing to dislodge their fierce grips. Crying out in pain, they continued the
hair pulling duel for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, their two heads collided with an audible crack. This loosened the hold
that their claws had and gave them a chance to escape. Valerie released one of
her hands and began slapping Kate's arms and wrists with it. The brunette
returned the favor, but their attempts to break free were for naught. Valerie
hauled Kate towards her with one hand and reached out to grab Kate's hair again
with the other, but missed. Kate ended up too close to her, and Valerie's
fingers caught hold of Kate's satin chemise instead. She pulled at it in an
effort to bring it over her opponent's head and blind her. Kate fought back, but
it was no use. She knew that Valerie would be able to steal her top away from
her because both of her arms were extended out over her head. To prevent that,
she'd have to let go and bring her arms down, unless...
Kate's free hand latched onto the thin fabric of Valerie's lace bustier and tore
at it. The blond howled in anger, feeling the expensive material being ripped
off her torso. Kate laughed. "Two can play at this game," she sneered.
"Fine, then!" Valerie shouted. Both let go of each other's hair and concentrated
on liberating the clothing that covered their foe's upper body. They drew apart
and tossed the torn clothing aside. Their breasts, now free, swayed and bounced
as they approached one another again. Kate and Valerie brushed the hair out of
their faces and stared into each other's eyes. Surprisingly, they both had faint
smiles curling up the edges of their mouths.
Those grins faded once they closed, however. Both girls were hell-bent on
winning, and eagerly attacked the other's newly exposed tits. Nails sought out
the tender flesh, but their targets weaved and dodged away. Kate finally sunk a
set of nails into one of Valerie's boobs, and the blond retaliated by swinging a
fist wildly and connecting solidly with her cheek. Kate's head snapped to one
side, and she stumbled back a couple steps. Valerie saw her chance and charged
at the brunette, throwing lefts and rights with ferocious speed. With a
frightening shriek, Kate counterattacked, and a fist fight even more brutal and
faster than the last one erupted. The sounds of punches smacking into naked
flesh echoed off of the bare walls again and again, mixed in with feminine
grunts and cries. Neither girl slowed the dizzying pace of their assault for
many minutes. They fought on and on around the room. The two would occasionally
separate a foot or so, only to come together again and resume the hail of fists.
Both were beginning to tire, and sweat glistened on their skin and matted their
disheveled hair. After one final pause, during which each took a step backwards
to shake off the pain, they clashed again, ramming their bodies together. They
continued throwing punches at their sides and stomachs, but neither had the
energy to strike hard enough to do much damage. Kate's hands ached, and she
eventually stopped and wrapped her arms around her rival's back. Valerie didn't
stop, though, and kept beating on Kate's back in a slow rhythm. They remained
standing in that position for a short time with their heads on each other's
shoulders, until Kate managed to snake a leg in between Valerie's and trip the
blond, sending her backwards. They landed with a thud on the floor, still locked
in that loose hug.
"Got off of me, you skank!" said Valerie.
"Make me, bitch."
"Stupid slut."
"Stuck-up cunt."
Neither one moved for a while. They were both still catching their breath, and
their muscles were starting to complain of overuse. The closeness of their
bodies and the feel of hot breathing on their necks began to make them
uncomfortable. Valerie tried to wiggle one of her arms free, and Kate attempted
to pull her hands out from under the blond. This set them rocking back and
forth. Their movements became more and more aggressive, until Valerie finally
bucked her hips up violently, which sent Kate tumbling off to one side. Kate dug
her claws in, and a crazed rolling battle ensued. The sweaty, panty-clad coeds
wrestled across the floor, grasping and straining with whatever strength they
could muster. They bumped into the couch, and pushed off of it, resuming the
tight struggle in the opposite direction. Faster and faster they leaped on top
of one another and were thrown off.
Suddenly, the back of Kate's head smashed into the side of the TV. The force of
the impact sent her eyes rolling back in her head, and she passed out cold.
Valerie lay there, her fingers still gripping the brunette's body, stunned at
what had happened. She quieted her rapid breathing and detached her body from
Kate's. She had won, hadn't she? If that was the case, why did it feel like she
hadn't really achieved victory? "Who cares?" she thought. She looked down at the
brunette's limp form. What should she do now? Mischievously, she reached out and
pinched one of Kate's nipples. It was still stiff, and tweaking it didn't seem
to register with the knocked-out girl. Valerie grinned evilly. She knew exactly
what she wanted to do now.
Valerie got up and went to her bedroom. Lifting the painter's drop cloth from
her dresser, she opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a shoe box sitting at
the back of it. Inside was her collection of toys that helped her release stress
when she needed to. Underneath of them was what she was looking for. Out of the
box, she drew a gigantic dildo. Not only was it quite long, but it was also
extremely thick in diameter. Valerie had received it as a gag gift on her
eighteenth birthday. It was much too obscene in size for her to consider using
it. "But," she chuckled to herself, "let's see if it'll fit the floozy out in
the living room."
Kate's nearly nude figure still sprawled out in the same position that Valerie
had left her in. Valerie rolled her onto her back, and started sliding her satin
panties down her legs. She tensed, fearing the Kate would come to at any moment
and kick her. She didn't, and Valerie soon finished stripping her naked. She
tapped the dildo idly in the palm of her hand and murmured, "Now all I need is
my digital camera." She stood up and padded her bare feet into the kitchen,
where her purse sat on the counter. Retrieving her camera, she fumbled with it
for a minute trying to see how many pictures were already in it. Satisfied, she
returned to the living room.
"Rrraaaagh!" Valerie turned her head just in time to see Kate's fist fly at her.
She didn't have time to cry out in alarm before it rammed into her nose and
bounced off. Stars streaked through her vision, and she involuntarily dropped
what she was carrying. Kate's left hand grabbed the top of Valerie's head, and
her right hand grabbed her thong, yanking it painfully up into her crotch. Kate
dragged Valerie in this way across the room and threw her onto the couch.
"You wanna fight naked, huh? You got it!" Valerie's nose still smarted, and she
made no effort to prevent Kate from stripping her last remaining piece of
clothing off of her.
Valerie turned over onto her back just as Kate pounced on her. Their nude bodies
grappled for a moment, but Valerie soon brought her legs up and kicked Kate off
of the couch. Kate flopped onto the floor, and accidentally banged the bump on
the back of her head. Wincing in pain, she lay there while Valerie slid off of
the sofa and straddled her. Valerie grabbed her wrists and pinned them to either
side of her head. Kate attempted to bridge her off, but one solid bounce from
Valerie flattened her back out. Valerie leaned her face down close to Kate's.
"You're beaten," she purred. "There's no escape." Desperately, Kate tried to
squirm out from under Valerie's legs. The blond responded by laying down fully
atop of her and trapping her legs. The girls were now in almost full contact,
from their chests all the way to their feet. Kate kept wriggling, but she
couldn't dislodge the weight that was above her.
After a few minutes of imprisoning the brunette's body, Valerie felt exhaustion
set in. Each twist and wiggle from Kate made some muscle of hers complain and
ache for rest. Worse, she could feel Kate's rough bush rubbing against her bare
pussy. She didn't dare let go of her opponent in order to stop her, and
strangely, some part of her didn't want to. Before long, she was grinding right
back, sending jolts of erotic electricity through the both of them.
"You think your pussy can beat mine?" the blond asked in between labored
breaths. She was beginning to relish the combat that she and her rival were in.
Kate felt her heartbeat quicken, and looked up at her captor. Valerie's eyes
were only half-open and she was whimpering and panting heavily as her arousal
became more complete.
"I can fuck ten times better than you can," Kate answered. She increased the
pace of her thrusts, only to gasp and groan uncontrollably as powerful
sensations thundered through her. The intimate duel continued, with both moaning
loudly in ever-growing pleasure. Then, when they were on the edge of ecstasy,
they stared right into each other's eyes. Even at this moment of dizzying sexual
intensity, their faces bore a look of challenge.
"Can't take it, can you?" Valerie gasped.
"You're the one who's about to lose it," panted Kate. On and on their pussies
fought, grinding back and forth as both strived to hold back the inevitable.
Deliriously teetering on the brink, each was completely lost in the struggle.
Wet smacks filled the air as their juicy cunts slapped faster and faster.
With a great shout, Valerie shut her eyes and dropped her head onto Kate's
shoulder. Her body shuddered as an orgasm stronger than any she had previously
felt exploded inside of her. She released her hold on Kate's wrists and placed
her hands on each side of Kate's head, gripping it tightly as she squealed with
pleasure. Kate stared at the ceiling. A fearsome aching between her legs told
her that she wasn't ready to stop just yet. Kate rolled the two of them over so
that she was on top. Her hips bucked up and down and rubbed from side to side,
pushing the two girls' wet cunts together again and again. Moments later, she,
too, cried out in ecstasy and then collapsed on top of her rival.
Valerie could scarcely believe the powerful feelings that were sweeping through
her. Here, laying entwined with her, was someone who not only shared her love of
full-throttle competition, but who also matched her in physical and sexual
ability. Kate was truly special, and in a strange way Valerie wanted to thank
her, but the blond couldn't find the words to express what she felt.
When her breathing had calmed down somewhat, she turned her head to look at
Kate's face. Kate felt her move, and shifted her head to return the girl's gaze.
Valerie raised her hand to the bruise on Kate's cheek and gently stroked it.
Kate looked down at the person that had haunted her dreams since the summer.
Valerie had helped her discover something that she hadn't really understood
until now. The contests for dominance that the two had engaged in were amazingly
intense, as if both were on the same wavelength. Just last night, the brunette
had searched for a way to leave early. Now, she didn't want their encounter to
end.
Kate drew one hand to the back of Valerie's head and lifted it upwards. Their
mouths met in a soft, wet kiss. For some time, they lay there, ravishing each
other with their lips. Their hands wandered about each other's body, caressing
bare, sweat-soaked skin. Kate began grinding her hips in a slow, circular motion
that made Valerie emit low moans. The blond spread her legs wide, letting Kate
deeper into her. Although worn out, Kate kept up her movements as she felt a
growing desire build within her. All at once, the two gasped as their sensitive
clits touched briefly. Their tongues met and licked hungrily. They continued
rubbing their pussies back and forth, driving their clits against one another
again and again. Each knew this was another stage of their battle, but neither
cared. The passion the two felt had taken control of them, and was building into
a towering crescendo as time ticked by. Lost in desire, the girls kept at it,
groaning louder and louder as the speed and force of their attacks on each
others clits reached a dizzying peak.
"Unh, you slut."
"Fucking whore."
"Think you're sexier than I am?"
"I know it, bitch. Ooh!"
"Yeah, that's it. You can't take what I'm doing to you. Aaah!"
"You're the one who's going to give in first."
"Never."
"Sleazy skank! Unh, oooh!"
"Stuck up cunt! Aaaah!"
Unable to contain themselves any longer, they screamed, and successive waves of
orgasm rolled through them, each one more thrilling than the last. The forceful
climaxes eventually subsided, leaving the two of them drifting in a wonderful
afterglow. Weary and incapable of doing anything else, Kate and Valerie shared a
blissful nap, coiled together naked in a tender embrace.
**********
On the days that followed, the two young women met frequently and soon became
almost inseparable. Less than a month later, Kate packed up her stuff and moved
into the second bedroom in Valerie's house. The two could now party as often,
and as hard, as they liked.
Christie, for her part, was happy that two of her buddies were getting along so
well. Still, she was a little puzzled by the way they acted when they were
together. "It's as if the two of them are, y'know, more than just friends," she
remarked to Pam one day.
Christie, once again, was right.
The End