Hey all, just a lurker who decided to write a story for the first time. Lot of credit to the writers of this board and around the web (especially those of the old Kim and Ginny board) who have left a very obvious influence on me. Feel free to give feedback. Story could have probably used more than the 5 minutes of editing I gave it.
The Sense of Touch
She bit down on her lip, eyes closed. For a minute she could have been back on the beach, playing volley ball and sipping on her margarita. That’s where this had all started, back on the beach. The dispute over which green bikini was better had been an excuse for both of them. Exhibit A: the fact that both of their tops had been long since discarded in this bare chested bearhug war.
They had seen each other a few times that weekend without incident. There was a general feeling mounting disappointment to both parties. Finally today they found the pretext. She wondered if Katy had known that she was going to wear green that day. Lindsay wondered if she knew. Maybe they both knew. In her memory Perry was just at a distance, a vague impressionist figure in lime alone on a white sand beach, which to her just smacked of a challenge. She wondered if Katy’s memory was clearer on this matter.
They had started it as an up close and personal wild scrap that Lindsay in her heyday would have welcomed. Present day Lilo didn’t share this enthusiasm and after a couple of hard scissors to her ribs sought a more level form of combat. It didn’t take much prodding to get into the titfight. A couple of comments about the singer wearing the bikini because she was green with envy at the actress’s fuller top were all that was needed. The slap or two the redhead landed on her rival’s tits didn’t hurt either.
The titboxing was hard and fast, side to side to strokes as their chests clattered into one another’s challenges. Lindsay relished the hard contact that Katy recoiled from, the forced groans rewarding her confidence in herself. The sunset’s orange glow illuminated the red soreness that began to show on both of their pale chests. They bearhugged one another in between rounds of these frantic breast beatings, grinding. Sensitive nipples sent electricity to of their heads, a volt of perverse pleasure for those who frequent these types of fights like Lindsay.
Then pain. She was jolted back out of her recollections again by the hug. It began on her back, from her opponents arms. They were wrapped around her upper back, up at her should blades. That’s where the sensation started. Then it seemed to travel from her spine back to front to her chest. Her breasts went forward for a moment, and when they met the pair in front of her they contracted. At a certain point they stopped. Then there would be a firmness to them. That is where is she would punish her opponent. Lindsay always thought of her breasts as rocks breaking the waves.
At least they were supposed to be that. This time her girls did not seem to stop.
No it couldn’t be in a thought close to panic. This was the part of her body that hadn’t failed her yet. And yet here it was it was. When did the decline start? They were getting pushed aside now. More squeezes, more compressions, more evidence that she was undone. The waves of pain were overcoming her now.
Katy smiled. She grinned,
This is where it starts. Whipping her head, she got rid of her raven tresses of hair obstructing her view and licked her lips, giving her a taste of some dried sweat she didn’t realize was there. In an instant she knew how she wanted the fight to end. Lilo grapevined by Perry, two hands on her head forcing her into the greatest chest to grace this earth, tasting the accumulated dried boob sweat reservoir built up in the course of this battle. The singer forgave herself for thinking the fight was done. She felt the give in the girl in front of her. Both of them looked disheveled at this point, but she knew that Lohan was tail spinning now. She looked deep into red haired girl’s eyes as their nipples aligned and pushed forward. Lindsay’s breasts were pancaking out, but Katy didn’t once break her stare to confirm. It was her sense of touch that told her.
