Because we were fully clothed in jeans and long-sleeved tops, the only exposed flesh on Maureen and me was our faces and our necks. Since we were both attempting to scratch each other as completely as possible, and there was so little surface area to cover, we were both thoroughly marked up within 5 minutes of the start of our fight.
Maureen's fight with me in 2014 was as 'efficient' time-wise as our 1985 high school restroom fight had been. That fight had been with fists and this one with nails--but in both cases we had given each other all we could handle in a relatively short amount of time. I had lost track of Maureen's fight frequency when I left Rhode Island for Ohio, but her fight card must have been as full as mine had been, because she was just as much as I could handle as she had been in high school.
> I call 'uncle', Maureen. I don't give....I'll keep going if you force me....but I'm already gonna miss a couple days of work. I'm afraid to look in the mirror.
> [Maureen pauses, weighing the pro's and con's of continuing. Then releases me.] That was a good fight, Lisa. And, yeah... don't look in the mirror just yet. .... do you have any towels?
> [I go to my linen closet. At first I grab 2 white towels, but then think better of it. I grab 2 dark blue one's, so that Maureen and I can stay in denial for another hour or so about how bad our scratches are. Hopefully neither of us will be getting stitches later tonight. I hand her one of the towels, and we sit next to each other on the couch.] That fight was intense.
> It was, wasn't it .... and even, Lisa. I guess you and I have always been even fighters, haven't we.
> Well..... one of us is better than the other. We'd just kill each other figuring out which one.
> Ya....you're actually not exaggerating there...... Shit, how MANY cuts do I have on my face? Am I missing one.
> There's one on your forehead you're missing .... little further over .... [I guide Maureen's hand with the towel to the cut she hasn't wiped yet....our eyes catch at the gentle flesh of flesh contact we're making....I can tell we're both turned on.....]
> [Maureen reaches down and unbuttons her jeans. She's wearing no underwear. I replay our fight in my head, this time with the erotic awareness that the entire fight she had no underwear on. My entire body is aroused.] Go down on me, Lisa.
> [Maureen doesn't need to ask me twice. I face goes between her legs, and my tongue inserts itself into her soaked, swollen pussy. I love how she tastes. Maureen's legs wrap around my face and head. I put my tongue in as far as it will reach. Her hips start grinding into my face. Maureen starts coming so hard that we both fall to the floor. She cums for seconds.....then minutes.....then longer than the duration of our fight. Maureen's cum washes over my face. We stop after 10 minutes. I look into Maureen's eyes.] Now you do me.
> Just try and stop me, bitch.
> Fuck you. Just do it. [I open my jeans to Maureen's eager tongue. I'm cumming within seconds.]
To be continued....