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General Category => Catfight , Boxing & Wrestling Stories => Catfighting => Topic started by: sinclairfan on October 17, 2017, 09:57:29 AM
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WELCOME TO PENN STATE
Hello there, my name is Susan. I was born in 1993, and grew up in a small town in Central Pennsylvania. My childhood was happy but dull. Our town was full of good people, but it didn't have a lot to offer. Once you hit high school, you started getting serious about your studies, because you knew school was your ticket out. If you could get into a good college, you could look forward to a job in Philadelphia or Pittsburgh. If not, well, you could look forward to the rest of your life in this same small town. Depressing.
By sophomore year, you could tell which girls were in which bucket. Which ones had their act together with grades and who were spending their summers visiting colleges. And which ones couldn't make the cut, and were spending their summers working as waitresses and servers and hostesses. I was in the college girl crowd--more on that later. Because the town was fundamentally nice, the college girl's didn't "look down on" the server girls. We still hung out with each other, talked on Facebook and stuff.
But there was one noticeable difference. The server girls started getting into fights, and the college girl's didn't. Anytime during school, after school, or at a weekend party that there was a planned or spontaneous girlfight, you could betf your bottom dollar that neither participant was a college girl. It was just an unspoken rule. College girls had too much to lose, so why throw away your future on a stupid one-minute catfight?
And it made me sad.
Because i wanted to fight. Other girls obsessed about losing their virginity. I obsessed about getting into a down and dirty hair pulling gir lfight. Anytime I would see or hear about two server girls trading blows, my whole body would tingle, with me fantasizing about being one of the participants in the fight. I couldn't explain why, but didn't try to. I just wanted as I fucking bad to be in a fight.
And I knew I wouldn't be. At least not in high school. Because I was headed to college. Frustrating.
I knew what college I wanted to go to. Penn State. In Happy Valley. As soon as I saw the student section on TV on a football Saturday, i knew that was the place for me. Maybes someday after a game, me and a bitch wearing a Michigan or Ohio State jersey would bump into each other after the game, square up, and go at it. As soon as i got my Penn State accerptance letter in April 2011, I knew my #1 goal before I graduated Penn State---ge t into at least one damn fight. Just one. Is that too much for a girl to ask?
I arrived on campus in late summer 2011. Football season, freshman year started great. I checked the Big 10 standings in late October. First place in the division--on track for the first-ever conference championship game.
Then it happened, so damn fast. The Jerry Sandusky scandal broke. After 61 years at the school, Joe Paterno got fired. Then he got cancer and died. The football team started losing, and was banned from postseason. For a long time. No more football Saturdays, at least for the rest of my school career.
Dammit.
Wonder if that girlfight will everf happen.
That's when I met Julia.
Blonde, like me.
34D, like me.
5'7" 125 to my 5'6" 118.
And itching for a fight, same as me.
Even worse, actually.
To be continued.....
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TWO LOST OPPORTUNITIES
You know how when you're trying really hard, too hard, to find a boyfriend that you overthink things and miss the opportunity right in front of your eyes? Well, a similar sort of thing happened to me at Penn State in the fall of 2011. I was so fixated on looking for the perfect first fight that I let two opportunities pass me by.
The first opportunity came at a freshman dorm party. Now, this will become important to my story later on, so I'll give you the detail now. The purpose of freshman housing at Penn State is to get out of it in time gor next year. You get out of it by finding a group of 4 of you who want to room together in a suite and apply for sophomore housing together. 3 is too few, 5 is too many, you need a group of exactly four. If you fail, you're stuck back in freshman housing with girls who are a full year younger than you, which obviously eould be mortifying. So the race is on all fall to get your "Gang of 4" locked in tight in time for the spring application process. It's quite a stressful process--political skills are a must. The quality of your social life the last 3 years of school is riding on the outcome.
So care must be given to every right and wrong word, said and unsaid, to every slight. I suppose it's like rushing a sorority, but without the structure of upperclassmen providing some oversight. It's just every freshman girl for herself.
So, with that backdrop, I plunged myself into the Thursday night/Friday night/Saturday night drinking party scene. Here are the two fight scenarios which my freshman, oblivious self somehow missed.
The first was one Saturday night. A bunch of freshmen girls were hanging out, pre-gaming for various off-campus parties later in the evening. One of the regulars in our dorm had a high school friend visiting--the visitor was attending Widener, but hated it, and was considering transferring to Penn State. She had red hair and was about my build. Anyways, we were talking about available rides for some party about 5 miles away, and the red head said something, obtusely, not quite TO me but not quite quietly either, to the effect of "Well I can take some of you, but I ain't taking Blondie." I thought nothing of it at the time--I wasn't even dressed for the party. Only the next day did the other girls ask me, "What was up that redhead's butt last night? Why was she throwing shade at you? I woulda stood up and asked her what her problem with me was." After some asking around, I did indeed confirm that the visiting redhead perceived me as a threat for a potential hookup at the party, and was intentionally excluding me. She and I coulda woulda shoulda had a girltalk chat. But we never did. Dammit.
Missed opportunity number two came in the dining commons. I had given up my seat at the table to throw away my tray, and when I returned, a girl none of us liked, who was flunking out, named Tammy had taken my seat. She asked if I wanted it back--I took the question literally, and said, "No, that's ok," and found another. Only later did some guys clue me in that she was testing me--shd meant the question as a challenge, and was hoping I would challenge her back before she left campus. Stupid me. I never saw her again. Shit.
I pledged to myself I would not turn down the next such challenge.
It came from Julia.
To be continued......
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ROOMMATE ARRANGEMENTS
As the spring deadline neared for groups of 4 girls to submit applications for suite, I had formed an alliance with two Asian girls, Ling and Shao. Not to reinforce stereotypes, but these were two girls who would help me in my major, which was pre-med. They would be clean, studious roomates, but they also had friends, both boys and girls. Perfect. Now we just needed a fourth.
Ling introduced us to a blonde named Julia. Julia's hair was down her back, and I noticed she was a D-cup like me. My first impression of her was negative, but I attributed this vibe to my petty jealousy of her ample chest. When we had parties in our suite, I wanted to be the first girl everyone noticed. Two blonde D-cups in one suite was, well, one too many. But out of respect for Ling, I agreed to give Julia a chance. We decided that the three of us would spend a weekend in Shao's dorm room go see if we all got along.
Two things about that weekend were creepy.
The first weird thing Julia did that weekend was to follow me down the hallway and into the restroom everytime i washed my face, brushed my teeth, put my hair up for the night, took a shower, or went potty. And here's the creepiest thing about the potty--she'd go into the stall next to me. I remember one time I kinda sorta needed to go, ummm, you know, number two. And there's creepy Julia in the stall next to me, making some sort of rubbing sound. I tried to listen to hear what it was, but then said to myself, "Ewwww, do I really want to know?" So I went pee, held in the rest, and had a bellyache for the rest of the weekend. Which made me really crabby. Which had a domino effect on what happened next.
As the dreadful weekend was wrapping up, thank God, I went to pack up my portable makeup kit. Some pieces seemed missing, so I looked around Shao's dorm room. There at the mirror was Julia....putting on my fucking makeup.
With my belly cramping, I snapped at her, "Julia?!? Who said you could use my fucking makeup?!?"
--Susan, relax. I tried to ask, but you weren't fucking around.
--So you just fucking take it?!?!?
--I didn't think it was a big deal.
--It is!!!!
<<<<I take a step forward. The tingling sensation I would get in high school at girlfights washes over my body. Make a move, Julia. Just give me a reason.>>>>
--Susan, you're scaring me. I've never seen this side of you.
<<<<<<We stare at each other, considering how to resolve the standoff.>>>>
--Do you apologize for using my makeup??
--Do YOU apologize for snapping at me?!?
We were probably about 10 seconds from catfighting. But Shao broke the spell by walking into the room. She looked at us, about yo ask if everything was ok, when Julia and I relaxed and backed off.
I packed me stuff, retreated to my dorm room, and masturbated for a half hour. And figured I would never see Julia again.
The next day, Ling texted me she submitted the housing application for herself, Shao, Juila, and me.
Ling?!? WTF?!? I hated Julia, I texted to Ling.
Well, too bad, too late. I submitted the form, Ling texted back.
Oh, great. Starting in August I'm roomates with creepy Julia. Well, it's March now. Still 5 months away. Nothing I can do about it now.
Or is there?
To be continued.....
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DELAWARE RIVER RAFTING TRIP
Penn State has a tradition, at the end of freshman year, of a bunch of students driving to the Pennsylvania-New York border for the day and taking a rafting trip down the Delaware River. The reason why it's a freshman thing is that usually, by the end of your sophomore year, hou have a fancy summer internship lined up in something relagdd to your major. Summer after your freshman year is the last summer you need to work a job that's low paying and humiliating--mine is life guard at a town water park 20 miles from home. Trust me, it's not nearly as glamorous as it sounds. Many, too many, of the swimmers are toddlers who have no business being in a public pool. They, umm, have "accidents", and i need to be the one that closes the pool until it's, umm, "cleaned". Disgusting. And even the older kids are pain. My whole summer will consist of me blowing my whistle and yelling, "No running!" "Walk!" Well, you get the picture--to steel my nerves for my sucky summer, I need to have a day of fun.
This will be perfect--there's 8 to a raft. I'll get Ling, Shao, and, uggh, yes, Julia, and we'll pair up with 4 boys and raft down the river. I'll hook up with one of the boys--the cutest one, obviously--and the 4 of us girls will have a bonding experience, so we can look forward to a great fall in our suite.
Around early May, our raft of 8 is all set up. The boys are all really, really cool. Partiers, definitely. This will be fun. We finalize the driving arrangements for the day. And the supplies. And the beer.
Final exams go smoothly. The day of the rafting trip does not.
When we show up at the meeting place the morning of the trip, Julia runs up and hugs me. Gross. "Hey, Susan, change of plans!! Ling and Shao backed out. They flew to some intensive foreign language summer camp in North Carolina. What nerds, huh?"
"Oh, umm, ok. But I thought you need 8 on a raft."
"You do!! The guys are bringing 2 more friends! Isn't this the best? You and me drinking on a raft with 6 guys?!?"
I'm feeling a bit hesitant at this point. I'm not at all liking that Ling and Shao are making a habit of communicating to Julia behind my back. This roomate thing won't work if I'm constantly an afterthought, a fourth wheel if you will. And, while I like being in a boat with guys, 6-on-2 is going to have a different sexual dynamic than 4-on-4 would have. I guess my odds of hooking up are now better. Maybe that's why Julia's so excited. Maybe i should go with the flow like she is.
We drive into the wilderness and to area of the Delaware River where you change into your clothes. You're going to get soaked on the raft, so you need to change into different clothes, and leave your purse, wallet, and cellphone in the car. Julia and I go into the ladies' changing room. Without asking me, she locks the two of us in one of the first changing stall the becomes available, giving the excuse that we "need go hurry--the boys are almost ready". As we change into our rafting clothes, Julia asks me to apply sunscreen to her entire naked top. I hesitate. "Everywhere?? Really??" "Yes, you have to," she insists. "Our t-shirts are going to be soaked, and you'll get burned right thru. You're not wearing a bra, right?" "I guess not." "Ok,ok, hurry, hurry. i don't want the boys to leave without us."
Julia and I begin hurriedly applying sunscreen go each others naked tops. Me to her back and shoulder. Her to mine. Then we face each other. Our eyes are drawn to each others D-cup breasts. We stare. And stare. And stare. I can't speak for Julia, but for the first time in my life, I'm jealous of another girl's tits. Julia's breasts and nipples--they're as if a sculptor designed them. Round and perfect and firm. To break the awkward silence, I sunscreen my own front. Julia stops me. "No, no let me do it. You need to get everywhere." Julia applies sunscreen to my neck, my belly, and finally my breasts. She kneads my breasts in a deep, massaging motion. I continue to stare at hers, mesmerized. I finally figure out what we're doing. We're comparing. Until 2 minutes ago, we both assumed we were the one with the better chest. But that we've seen the competition, we can't decide for sure. Shit, it's a tie. I'm not worse than her--but I'm not better either. The feeling is worse than jealousy. It's an "unfinished business" feeling. And I don't like it. Or her.
There's a knock on the door. "You almost finished in there?" That breaks the spell. We whip on our clothes and run out to the raft. Thank God the 6 boys are ready--it's awkward being alone with Julia. We run out to the raft. I need a drink, I tell one of the boys. He offers me a Bud Light can, and a Captain Morgan 1 oz. I chug both. The buzz I need kicks in. I see Julia out of the corner of my eye. She staring at me.
We head down the river. The rapids are slow this spring--it was a warm March, and all the winter snowmelt has already washed away. We're drinking, talking, laughing, flirting. I need to pee. We get to a sandbar in the river, and I go over the side of the boat, waddle over to thd sandbar, and squat, trying to pee into water. But I'm self-conscious of everyone watching me. Julia jumps in and waddles up next to me. "Let me show how it's done rookie." She squats to her neck. 20 seconds later, she stands back up. "Ta da!! Now you do it. Squat deeper." The boys are horsing around, giving us semi-privacy, noticing my struggling. I finish and stand back up.
"Guys, she did it!!!" Julia yells. The boys give a mock cheer. "Look, our t-shirts are soaked!!! Wet t-shirt contest guys!!! Whose are nicer?!? Pick a winner!!! I wanna know!!!!"
Half the guys yell Julia's name. But half yell mine. Julia is clearly dspleased.
"Guys!!! Wanna watch us make out?!?!?"
Cheering, even including from neighboring rafts.
Julia turns me to her, and whispers "You fucking bitch," snd proceeds to tongue kiss me. Over 40 people are watching us, cheering.
The kiss lasts a full minute. When it's over, Julia pushes me away and says, "Bet ya can't wsit for the fall. Roomie." She then splashes water at me.
"Are you giving me attitude, bitch?", I demand.
But I get no answer.
Not then.
Not the rest of the rafting trip.
Not all summer long.
Move-in day in August is sure going to be interesting.
To be continued.....
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LONG, HOT SUMMER
My summer lifeguard job starts on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, May 2012. I sit in the hot sun, seething in anger at Julia's unwelcome kiss on the Delaware River. If a guy had done that to me, I'd have grounds for pressing harrassment charges. The kiss wasn't tender at all. It was hostile, almost violent. Julia's tongues wasn't probing my mouth during the kiss--it was aggressively poking, pushing my tongue aside, like an intruder pushing a security guard (an unarmed, Mall Cop-variety security guard) aside and invading somewhere she's not welcome. I remember receiving a non-consensual mouth kiss one time at a frat party. At least that kiss was no tongue. Julia's was much worse, and much more aggressive. Borderline violent.
We have each others' cellphone number. I wait for a text, an apology. None arrives. I consider confronting her (by text--since she is out-of-state in Maryland for the summer). I decide not to. I can't bear the possibility of texting Julia and her ignoring me.
It's totally on between us. Not much to discuss. If anything.
Ling and Shao are far away for the summer, too, at their North Carolina camp. Cellphones aren't allowed during the day at their camp, so I'm stuck trying to get lucky and catch them live one night. It takes all the way until June 26 for me to finally catch Ling one night.
Susan: Hey roomie. What's new?
Ling: Oh, not much. Camp is crazy. I wish I was lifeguarding.
S: No, trust me, you don't. "No running." "No running." "No running."
L: Ha! So sorry. Hey, how'd the rafting go with Julia?
S: Why? Did she say something??
L: She told me to ask you about it.
S: Ok, time out. When was this? How often do you text her?
L: We've only texted twice. Start of the summer, and then last week. She said she had an SOS.
<<<<<Ok, why does Ling always talk to Julia before talking to me?? I knew Ling first.>>>>
S: Talking about me and her at the Delaware River is an SOS?!?!?
L: No, no, Susan....slow down....
L: The SOS was something different....nothing involving you....
L: Her SOS last week was that Julia had gotten into a bad catfight with another girl at a party....
L: And the girl's parents were good friends with Julia's parents.....
L: And Julia wanted my opinion of what she should and shouldn't tell her parents.
<<<<<<My hands shake, my palms sweat, and my body tingles as Ling's texts appear on my screen. Especially that magic word. "Catfight". Julia was actually in a catfight last week? A bad one? I feel exactly as I did in high school when two server girls would fight in the bathroom. Did the other girl attack Julia's perfect breasts during the fight? Did she leave scratches on yhem? Is that what made the fight "bad"?>>>>>
S: Oh, wow. A catfight? Julia?
L: Yes, a catfight. You're not shocked, are you? Susan, you're 19. You've been in one by now, haven't you?
S: No. Ling, have you? You're, like, an A-student.
L: What does thst have to do with anything??
S: So, Ling, you're telling me you've been in an actual catfight??
L: Ok, maybe this is a cultural thing. I know you're from a small town....
L: But in Atlanta, in the suburbs where a lot of Asian families live....East Asian especially....
L: The Asian girls go to these, I guess they're called juice bars....no one over 21 is allowed.....
L: And if you're on the dance floor, or even milling around at the tables.....
L: If you catch another girl's eye....and she looks in yours.....and neither girl stops staring.....
L: It means you sant to catfight each other.....so you get 2 or 3 girls in your posse....
L: And she gets 2 or 3 in yours....and you go to a parking lot and catfight.
S: And you've done this?
L: Yes. Because if you don't, someday when you have to fight, like over a guy or a job, you won't know how to.....
L: But I know Caucasian girls are different.
S: How are we different?
L: You use "fighting words". You know, like, "Is anyone sitting here?".
<<<<<I think back to the girl in the Penn State Dining Commons who had tested me. I now realize how badly I had failed the test.>>>>
I also realize how far Julia is ahead of me in fight experience.
I can't face her in August with no fight experience under my belt.
I need to get into a fight this summer.
To be continued.....
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PRACTICE FIGHT #1
The night before the fourth of July, I'm out drinking on the screened-in front porch of the house of one of my fellow lifeguards, Natalie. Another lifeguard, Brittany, is there with us too. We're on the porch to watch fireworks, and to avoid mosquitoes, but we get to talking about my text conversation with Ling.
N: This summer has been way too hot. If can't end soon enough.
B: I know. I never thought I'd be looking forward to school so much.
S: I had the most humiliating conversation with my new roomate the other day. <<<For some reason, I'm ok with sharing the text conversation with Ling; but not the Delaware River episode wth Julia, or the lack of contact since then with Julia.>>>>
N: Oh no, what happened??
S: So, omg, she's this studious Asian girl named Ling. Super smart. In fact, she's spending her summer at an academic camp in North Carolina. I'm gonna room with her in a suite in the fall. Well, anyways, no not because she's Asian, but because she's an A-student, and petite, and you know like easy-going, I've never even seen her sad and bitchy, I always just assumed she's never been in a fight, and never will be either. And she starts telling me she's started up catfights, out at juice bars, with strangers, check it out, so that <<<<air quotes>>>> she'll know how go catfight someday when she has to, over a man or over a job.
B: I'd never catfight over a man. But over a job, hell yeah. Especially over a promotion.
N: You say that, Brit, but some skank tries and flirt with your man watch what happens.
B: Actually you're right. But, Susan, what's the depressing part? That Ling has fought?
N: Or that you haven't, Susan?
B: Oh give me a break, Natalie. Susan's fought before, right?...Susan?
N: Susan?
B: Susan, say something, you're scaring me.
S: No, I know, I'm an ass. I've never been in a catfight. My town is so, you know,....so....Mayberry. The girls going to college there never fought.
N: Correction--Never fought in public. And even if there was no suitable high school opponent, you've been to Penn State for a year. What's your excuse now?
B: Ya, Susan, it's like, what's up with that? With you?
S: <<<<<Exaspersted at myself>>>>Ugggh, I know. Check it out. I was in the dining commons, and I got up to bus my tray, and I go back go the table and this bitch who doesn't like me.....
N: .....and who you don't like??....
S:.....and who I don't like, she....
N.......she's in your seat??.....
S:.....Ok, who's story is this anyways? But, wait, how did you know?
N: Brittany, you wanna take this one?
B: Susan, that girl totally wanted to fight you. And you let her walk all over you.
S: I know. But.....we can't fight right there in the dc.
N: Nnnooo....but you can fight in her room. In yours. Behind the building.
B: Susan, if that was a guy you wanted to hook up with, you wouldn't bang him in the dc. But you'd find a private place.
S: Ok, shut up! Shut up! I'm an ass. So what do I do now? I need help.
B: What do you say, Natalie.?
N: Ok, we need to get Susan her first fight. She'll know what to do after that.
S: Against who, tho?
B: Well, in your first fight, you can either learn how to get beat up, but without turning your back or getting yourself killed.....I know someone.....
N:.....Or.....you can fight with someone who's in her first fight too....and I know someone.....
S: I kinda wanna do both.
N: Sounds like a plan. But you'd hafta do my girl first, then Brittany's right? Her name is Emma. I met her giving her diving lessons a few weeks ago.
S: Oh, great, is she fucking 12?!?
N: No, wise ass. She's going into her senior year of high school. She's spent so much time in training that she's missed school dances and parties. So she's never fought. I'll tell her about you. Then you can look at each others' Facebook. Then if you want go fight each other, set something up. I can watch if you want. Tell you how you did.
B: Then I'll get my biker friend Kim to show you how it's done. I'll explain why you want to fight her. Maybe she'll go easy on you.
I get Brittany and Natalie to show me pictures of Emma and Kim. Both girls are pretty--just from the pictures, you'd never guess which one was the diver and which one was the biker. For example, they both have nose rings and tattoos--not a lot, but one of each. Maybe they should be fighting each other.
But no. No more excuses, Susan. I need to do this.
I need to have 2 fights this summer.
To be continued......
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Can't wait for the next chapter
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SUSAN VS EMMA
Emma and I both have private Facebook pages, but Natalie gives me Emma's URL so I can "friend" her, so that she and I can arrange a time to text. I spend all day on July 4th at the water park anxiously waiting for the day to end, as excited as the day in high school I was waiting for a prom invitation. I race home and log on. Emma has accepted my "friend" request. I look at all the pictures and posts on her page--so pretty, so athletic. She'll be really strong in a fight. Good. I wonder what Julia is doing to "prepare".
Emma says she's free to text at 10:30 tonight. I wonder why so late. Not ideal for me--I have to lifeguard early tomorrow morning and was hoping for an early bedtime. But I respond back, "Works for me, too. TTY then." I don't tell her this, but I wouldn't miss this appointment for the world. I count down the hours, then the minutes, then the seconds, till exactly 10:30:00pm. Then I wait another 45 seconds. Then I text Emma.
S: Hey, it's Susan. Now still a good time?
E: Hey. Yeah, now's good. Thx for chatting. How are you?
S: Oh, pretty good. How are you?
E: Not bad. Nervous, too. Your pictures are so pretty.
S: Oh, thx. <blushing> You too. You look so pretty. Strong, but so attractive and mature.
E: Thx. So, I guess we're supposed to see if we're interested in having the same kind of fight. Should I go first?
S: Yes, definitely. What did you have in mind?
E: Well, so, ok....I guess I'll start with two things I don't want....I don't want anything sexual....like, I don't want us rolling around on the ground, like, making out or whatevs....Like, wear jeans and a tshirt top that won't come off
E: ....but I don't want to fight like guys, like, standing and just slugging....like, I want to fight like girls....pulling hair, if that's what just happens....fighting on the floor
S: I get it. So, like no face punching.
E: Well, like not a rule. See, I want to know what it's like to get hit in the face. <<<<Do I? I haven't even thought about that one. This girl is good.>>>> But, ok I do want a rule about kicking in the back of the head, or the face. Like, if one of us is down.
S: I get it. No stomping each other. I'm down with that one.
E: Sorry to make this so complicated. Now that I'm verbalizing this, you must think I'm neurotic.
S: No, no. Just the opposite. You've thought about this. I've spent too long avoiding the topic. This is helping me. That's good.....
S: ......Quick question on that. Like, being in sports, you've never, like, gotten into a fight with a competitor? Just wondering.
E: Ha! Good question. But wrong sport. Half of diving parents are lawyers. If you fight, you and your parents will get sued.
S: Ah, I see. So, let me try and summarize.....
S:....Punching and hairpulling allowed. Jeans and tshirt. Kicking to the upperbody, not allowed. And no kissing-jk. Maybe 3-minute rounds so we can adjust those as we go?
E: Yes, rounds are good. Oh, and you said no kissing to be funny. But, don't like, shake my hand or anything before the fight. Like, it's just a thing I have. I want it to feel like we're actually fighting.
S: Oh I get it. Don't worry, we'll be actually fighting. So Natalie said we can use her basement. What day should we tell her we're trying for?
E: My ride can get me there this time tomorrow night. <<<<Wow!! Tomorrow? I like how this girl thinks.>>>>
S: Ok, I'll tell Natalie.
E: Ok, thx. I guess thx is the thing to say, right.
S: Thx works. Or you could try something else?
E: What might that be?
S: I think you know.
E: Bitch.
S: Bitch.
To be continued.....
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FIRST FIGHT
Emma had requested that our fight not have any sexual element to it, and it probably won't. But I wonder what she would think if she knew that from 6pm to 8pm, before our 10:30pm fight time, I'm looking at her Facebook page and masturbating to the pictures of her in her diving bathing suit. I feel my own D-cup breasts, and then try to look at hers, getting as much of a view as the modest suit will allow. I try and guess her size. I decide on 36B. I'm pleased that her cup size appears smaller than mine. I remember my jealousy at Julia's cup size matching mine. No such problem with Emma.
Although still not fully satisfied, at 8pm I get into the shower and start preparing for the fight. Jeans and a t-shirt--I hope I don't get too hot fighting in jeans. Since we'll be having rounds, I bring a water bottle. I put my hair in a pony tail. I put on comfortable gym shoes. Emma and I decided on not kicking each other when one of us is down. But if we're both standing, will we be kicking each others' legs? I guess we'll have to find out.
Brittany, my ride, arrives at my place at 9:30pm. An hour to go--time is going by faster than I hoped. I want a drink, but need to stay readg to fight, so I resist the urge. Brittany asks if I should bring an extra top? Is that in case my fight top gets ripped? Or gets blood on it? Mine? Emma? Both?
I ask Brittany if she thinks I'll win the fight. Brittany says I have a "good shot", but that personally she's hoping for "a good fight--maybe a draw." Thanks, Brittany. Glad this is about your amusement. But I hold my tongue, and think back to server girl fights back home in high school. Right before every fight, I'd want, regardless of my like or dislike of the two girls about to fight, I found myself hoping for what Brittany is hoping to see--a long, drawn out, competitive, even fight. So I forgive her.
We get to Natalie's house. We had straight to her finished basement--Emma isn't here yet. The section of the floor we will fight on is old 1970s-ish linoleum--softer than concrete, but harder than carpet. We'll be able to fight on the floor if we need to, but it won't be either of ours' first choice. This fight will be mostly standing.
I remind Natalie we've agreed to rounds. Not a fixed time--just that she should stop us when we're at a natural stopping point. Natalie asks me to show her if I know how to make a fist. I momemtarily feel self-conscious about never having been in a fight. But I quickly remember that Emma hasn't either--that's the whole point of tonight. This was a good idea. I hope she shows.
When the doorbell rings, my whole body tenses. I feel like Natalie and Brittany are trying to see if I'm fearful or nervous. I feel like they can see right thru my nonchalance. I wish they weren't watching. The high school girls who used to fight with 20 people watching--how did they do that? They always seemed so confident right before a fight. Were they?
Emma's ride is a pretty older girl. Is that her sister? A diving friend? A coach? Should I have a fight coach? Was my agreeing to rounds a mistake--will Emma's coach explain to her precisely how to kick my ass?
Emma and I briefly meet eyes across the room, then look away. Details about Emma are different than her Facebook pictures. Her face has more makeup--why did she wear makeup to a fight? Her brown hair has a braid down the middle. Was that for the fight, to make it harder for me to pull her hair? To distract me, like is happening now?
I can tell we're going to be pulling hair, and hard. It's the only part of her body I can think about now. I step to the center of the linoleum floor, signalling my readiness and eagerness to begin the fight. I fell myself practically crawling out of my skin. The three spectators take their seats and are quiet.
Emma approaches me, cautiously at first, but then all at once. We bury our hands in each others' hair. My pony tail comes undone in less than 5 seconds. Shit, did I really do that bad of a job putting it up? Or did Emma rip it out on purpose. I'm angry at her for undoing my hair so deliberately. I attack her braid, but it's firmly in place. I focus my effort instead on her loose main of hair, grabbing, pulling, tearing. Our bodies move turbulently, but still both stznding, from the force of our heads being jostled around.
"Fuck you, bitch," I involuntarily blurt.
"Screw you, Susan", replies Emma. Well, dang it, Emma, that's a little personal, don't you think? I thought we were both trying to benefit here, get some fight experience. Are we sparring? Or fighting?
"Wanna fight, bitch?", I hear myself hiss.
"Yeah, bitch, do it, let's fight, bitch," Emma yells. Emma releases my hair with her right hand, and unleashes a burst of punches to my mouth and jaw and cheek. The sound is like Fourth of July mini-firecrackers which have been going off at night all week. So, bitch, I guess we're officially gonna punch in the face, huh? I want to speak, but am too busy trying to keep my balance. And compsure. I've yet to throw a punch. Natalie must notice my hesitation, because she coaches me:
"Don't just let her do that, Susan."
Fuck, I'm getting sympathy coaching in a fight with a high schooler. I'm suddenly relieved Julia and I didn't begin fighting in the Delaware River with 6 rafts of people watching.
I'm still afraid to release my grip from Emma's hair in order to punch her. So I maneuver her back into the panelled wall, and lift my knee hard into her midsection. Emma grunts, but then is immediately back to punching my face. Fuck, 12 punches for Emma, none for Susan. Emma pushes forward, and out of exhaustion, we fall to the floor for the first time in a stalemated knot.
"Round 1, ladies?" offer the spectators. I'm winded and sweaty, and Emma must be too, since we wordlessly disengage and go to our corners.
I suck down the water bottle. Natalie approaches me. "Susan, you need to stay busy and counterpunch. Make her pay for hitting you--otherwise she'll win before you know it." I'm stung. "Shit, Natalie, no 'Go job, Susan'? what the fuck?". "Get mad at her, Susan, not me." Natalie is half right. I AM mad at Emma right now. But now I need to show it.
I start sniping af Emma from my corner.
"Prissy hairpulling bitch, you were right one thing, you do fight like a fucking girl."
"Fuck you, Susan, kiss my ass."
" I'd rather kick your ass, cxnt."
"You wish, asshole."
Emma's partner hushes Emma with, "Save it for the ring." What is this, WMMA? I thought it's a fucking catfight.
I suddenly know what I need to do in Round 2. Emma said something about not wanting to go toe to toe, trading blows "like guys". Fine, bitch. Do guys punch each other in their breasts?
We approach each other on the floor, fists cocked. I need to keep Emma at bay for what I need to do. I poke left jabs at her face, one blow landing particularly cleanly.
"Now you know what it's like to gdt punched in the face, slut," I taunt.
"Fuck you, just fight," Emma replies.
"Fine." I unleash a left-right-left combo on Emma's right breast. Emma is stunned, and their us an audible gasp, or, a sucking of air from the 3 spectators, surprised by what they've just seen. I return to jabbing Emma's face--I want the world to see tomorrow that she's been in a fight. But her mind is still on what happened 10 seconds ago--the tit punches.
"You really wanna do this, Susan?"
I mock consider for 3 seconds, then say, "Yes. Let's. Bitch."
Emma and I put up our fists. We line each other up, and begin left jabs into each others' breasts. I saw a lot in my high school fight spectating days, but this I've never seen. How did it come to this? This is the opposite of learning how to be in a fight. Emma and I, who didn't even know each other existed 3 days ago, and have nothing against each other, are now punching each other in the breasts. I can't really describe how painful each cleanly landed blow is. It hurts. But it just makes me want to retaliate and hurt her back. I notice that earlier in the night we would meet eyes and quickly look away. Now our eyes are locked in pure rage, pure hate. Earlier today, I thought Emma and I would be friends after the fight. Now, no way. Never. We're unfriending each other on Facebook, that's for damn sure.
After landing, maybe 25, 30 vicious personal punches each, we retreat to our corners, exhausted.
"Quit now if you're smart, asshole."
"You wish, bitch"
Emma's corner girl hushes her again. I think about Emma's comment about diving parents being lawyers. If that's Emma's sister, is she going to tell Emma's parents about tonight and sue me.
"That was better, Susan, but what the fuck, tit punching? Making up for lost time," Natalie asks.
"How do I fucking end this, then," I ask.
"Just, like, throw her down by her hair and get on top of her. But before you get tired. You had her in round one--I assumed that's what you were doing."
I thought I was getting my ass kicked in round 1, but maybe Natalie is right. The knee to the midsection was the only time so far tonight Emma seemed to lose her fighting spirit.
We charge at each other in Round 3, hands finding hair. In a whirlwind of open hand slapping and punching, both hurting just in different ways, I again maneuver Emma to the wall. "Watch the knee!", shouts her partner. In defense, Emma bends her head down. So, rather than kneeing her midsection, I knee up into her bent face. Then uppercut her with 2 punches. All 3 blows land. Emma's body relaxes. I throw her to the ground and mount her. I pull her tshirt ober her head, revealing her bra underneath. I go in for the ground and pound, but her corner is yelling "she gives! she gives!". Brittany and Natalie pull me off of Emma. I suddenly feel pain in my face, and taste iron in my mouth. "Where's a mirror?" I ask Brittany. She takes me to a bathroom. Fuck, puffy spots and bruises everywhere. When did those happen.
Figures, the prissy bitch gives just when I was about to pay her back. I return to the fight room to complain about the fight being stopped. But Emma has already left.
"Well, was she....ok? Was she fucking mad or something?"
Natalie and Brittany look at each other, then at me.
"She was saying something about the tit punches being bs."
"Well, you heard her," I protest. " 'You really wanna do this, bitch?' Right? Am I right?"
Natalie and Brittany look at each other, then me again.
"It's your fight, Susan. It's what you want."
I know what I want. "I want Brttany tough girl bitch friend Kim."
Brittany asks, "So soon? Sure you're ready, Susan?"
"She's ready," says Natalie.
Then I'll be ready for Julia.
To be continued......
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Susan is gonna' get her ass kicked! Hope she recovers enough to face Julia! This could get really good!
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SUSAN VS KIM
The next day in the lifeguard chair, nursing my bruised but, thankfully, not scratched face, I decide that my attempt at a rules fight with Emma didn't work because, once you lay out with your opponent what you CAN'T do, the fight devolves into a "race to the bottom" to find the nastiest thing you CAN do to each other, that one tactic which the two of you neglected to prevent in your pre-fight rules. And mid-fight rules modifications don't work; by then, the trust between the two of you is gone, and you're too emotionally invested in winning the fight.
The only way to fight another woman is to actually get into a fight with her. And that's what my fight with Kim will be. I've never met her, and there's not much pre-fight "scouting" I can do on the internet--this woman is totally "off the grid". She's not on Facebook, she's not on Instagram, nothing. Is she trying to hide from someone? I know from Brittany that she's a biker. Brittany has a couple of fuzzy pictures of her on her cellphone--definitely no-nonsense, pretty light brown hair down her back, tank top and jeans, ironically the same clothes I wore in my arranged fight with Emma. But the will be the only similarity between that fight and this one--this one is for me to learn how to protect myself, how to keep my poise. So that I have the confidence to stand up to Julia.
My fight with Emma was on the 6th of July. The fight with Kim is arranged for the 9th. No fights for 20 years, and now two just three days apart. When it rains, it pours, apparently.
Brittany picks me up at my house again, this time at 8pm--I've had barely enough time to change out of my lifeguard suit. It's just as well--no time to change my mind out of this potentially hare-brained stunt. Brittany and I are quiet the whole car ride.
When we pull up to Natalie's house, there is a motorcycle in the driveway. Instinctively, I know this is Kim's. Pretty cocky to come to a fight and assume you'll be unscathed enough to drive yourself home on a bike. I hope she's underestimating me.
We go straight down to the finished basement. The same pre-fight tingling anticipation from high school spectating days consumes me. Even if Kim offers me the chance to gracefully back out now, I will still choose to fight her.
She's already waiting for me in the linoleum floor area.
"Brittany told me you want to see what it's like to fight a biker chick, college bitch," Kim taunts. Kim is about three inches shorter than me. She's obviously had to stand up for herself her whole life.
"That's right. Biker bitch." I'm genuinely offended at the "college bitch" putdown. I try to think of a "short" joke, but decide that's too dangerous territory.
"Let's get this over with, then." We approach each other fists up. Kim is throwing lefts and right literally faster than I can see them. Mostly lefts--she appears to be left-handed, unless she's doing that to deceive me.
Kim's long thick hair is too inviting a target. I go in with both hands, mostly out of a pressing need to protect my barely-recovered-from-3-days-ago face. If this keeps up, my supervisor at the pool will think I have an abusive boyfried.
My hairpulling is immediately effective in stopping Kim's punching. Now she's pulling my hair as well. Do biker chicks pull each others's hair when they fight? We stumble across the linoleum floor.
"Fucking bitch."
"Fucking college slut."
"Cocky bitch."
We fall to the floor in a catball, tearing at each others' hair. Fuck, Kim is strong. My head is getting torqued into the linoleum floor. I wrap my legs around Kim's waist, but she relentlessly bulls her way, shoving me down with her arms. I actually wish she would resume punching me , as the relentless pressure on my shoulders, neck, and head is alternating between uncomfortable to downright painful. I pull her hair harder, succeeding in removing entire handfuls, letting them fall to the floor, and grabbing more.
Kim is getting winded, but neither of us is willing to break our hold. Kim is on top of me, but my leg scissors around her waist is keeping her from putting her entire weight, which in any event can't be more than 105 pounds, on me. Although she is on top, her positional advantage on me is very slight.
We begin to drip sweat onto each other. Our fight pauses, still holding each other by our hair.
"Blonde slut."
"Bike trash." Now I'm the more confident one. Even if Kim ends up thoroughly thrasing me, I've scored a distinct moral victory. I've withstood the initial onslaught of a supposedly badass biker chick. Kim has lost face in the eyes of Brittany and Natalie.
So, now, I try and think of a tactic that will allow me to convert a moral victory into an actual victory.
I have no shot in a slugfest with this chick--I couldn't even see her punches coming. I need to keep this fight on the ground. I gamble that I have superior cardio than Kim. So I need to resume our actively fighting before she can catch her breath, or get her second wind. I rapidly let go of her hair with one arm, my left, and tighten a headlock around her neck. She's not just shorter than me--she's smaller-proportioned in every direction. I'm able to lock in and tighten every grappling hold I get on her. We sit up, Kim's back to me, my left arm tightly around her throat. I press down--she's no longer verbally insulting me, so my hold must be effective. She's getting desperate, as she's now throwing backwards elbows at me. They hurt, but I grit my teeth and suck it up. If I can keep this hold on, I'll choke Kim out.
"Give," she barely manages to squeak.
I release her. My scalp and face are killing me, but I feel pure adrenaline rush.
Brittany verbalizes what I'm feeling. "Holy shit, Susan. You beat up Kim."
Natalie says, "2 and 0 in fights, champ. Watch out, world."
Watch out, Julia.
To be continued.....
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Loving this! Can't wait for the main event!
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Hope we get an update on badass Julia's summer adventures! Susan is clearly tougher than I expected!
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POST-VICTORY
Perched high up on my lifeguards chair in the hot mid-July sun, I spend the next few days basking in Natalie's words, replaying them back in my mind to myself: 2 and 0 in fights, 2 and 0 in fights, 2 and 0 in fights. Until Natalie had said that, I hadn't really seen the whole Emma fiasco as a victory, just as an arranged fight gone awry. But dammit, I did win my fight with Emma--her partner had clearly given on Emma's behalf just as I had started laying a beating on her. And Kim had given just as she was about to be choked out. Two clear victories in my first two fights. I not only kept my fear at bay in both fights, but I had wisely adjusted tactics midcourse after early fight setbacks. I could both take a punch and inflict punishment as required. All without being cocky about it. Julia had picked the wrong girl to bully. And I would make her pay for it in 4 weeks.
Julia. I wonder what that bitch was up to lately. We still hadn't texted all summer. I wonder if Ling had heard from her lately.
On July 16, Ling and I catch up for a late night text session.
S: Hey, Ling. How's camp?
L: Oh, it's getting old. Glad it's wrapping up. How about you? How's lifeguarding?
S: Same. Getting old. This summer is too hot. Hey, you heard from Julia.
L: About a week ago. She only texts when she has drama.
S: Tell me about it. <<<<You're just figuring this out now, Ling?>>>> What's her drama, now?
L: Well, she wanted my advice again. You know that girl that had the mom who was friends with Julia's mom.....
L: ....and that at the start of summer Julia and the girl had that really bad catfight......
<<<<Oh, goodie. 'Zactly the topic I was hoping for an update on. Good Ling.>>>>>
L:.....Well, the mom's found out that Julia and the girl had fought......
L:.....So the next day, Julia's mom was taking Julia to the other family's house, where both the other girl and the other mom were going to be there.....
<<<<<Holy shit.>>>>
L:....and Julia wasn't allowed to leave "until things were settled" between Julia and the girl....
L:....so Julia was asking me, if my mom did that to me, if I would apologize, or if I would fight the girl with our mom's watching.
S: OMG, Ling. So what did you tell her?
L: Well, first I told her that I'm Asian, that my mom wouldn't even leave it up to me.....
L: ......she would either tell me to apologize, or tell me to fight, but the choice wouldn't be mine.....
L:......but then I told her since she's Caucasian, she should do which ever would please her mother.
S: And which one would please her mother? Apologizing, or fighting?
L: Fighting, she said.
<<<<<Holy shit. My mother would have a heart attack if she say me in a fight.>>>>>
S: Ling?!?!? So did the fight happen?!?!?
L: I don't know. I haven't heard from her since.
S: But aren't you curious?!?!?
L: I guess. I am, but I try and not let Julia's drama distract me.
S: Ling, like, why are we rooming with Julia, if you thing she's a drama queen.
L: Well, her and Shao are really close. And I'd rather hear about her drama face to face than have her texting all the time. What's the issue between you and her anyways?? Did she try and kiss you??
S: WTF???? Who the hell told you that???
L: I don't know--I guess Shao just gave me the impression there was some attraction between you and Julia the weekend in Shao's dorm.
S: There is ZERO ATTRACTION between Julia and me. Tell Shao that, too.
L: Ok, ok, just thought I'd ask. Hey, not to be rude, but I have an early morning tomorrow.
S: Ok, bookworm, lol. Thx for the update. Stay in touch, roomie.
L: Same. Good night.
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I sit back and re-read the text conversation with Ling.
For four girls about to room with each other in the fall, there isn't nearly enough communication happening. Especially of the 1on1 variety.
And the weak link in the chain is the one between Julia and me. Time to repair that link. Time for us the chat. Girltalk.
I carefully draft a text for Julia. I read it to myself several times before hitting "send". I finally get it just right:
S: Hello, Julia. It's Susan. I thought you and I should talk; text, phone, or Skype are all fine with me--let me know when's good for you. Did you fight that girl in front of your Moms, or did you apologize? Dying to hear. xx
30 minutes later, I receive this.
J: My mom leaves for work at 5:45 tomorrow morning. Skype me at 5:50. Don't be late or I'm hanging up.
I'm not much of an early morning person. But I'm not missing this for the world. Bitch.
To be continued......
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awesome story can't wait for more :)
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SKYPING WITH JULIA
The next morning, very early, I "shake out the cobwebs" and connect with Julia on Skype. I'm wearing a loose pajama top and no bra--I haven't showered yet. When Julia's image appears on the screen, her blonde hair is dishevelled and she's in a loose bathrobe, apparently nude underneath.
J: Hey, lover. Miss me?
S: We're not lovers, and never will be.
J: Challenge accepted, honey.
S: You're just trying to get under my skin.
J: We'll see. You're looking quite tan. Life guarding agrees with you.
S: Thanks, I guess. <<<<<Something else agrees with me, too--fighting. I'm itching to tell her.>>>>>
J: Ok, so this is going no where. Your nickel. What's up, babe?
S: Ling's been telling me about your fight saga. Trouble in paradise?
J: Nothing I can't handle.
S: Did your mommy bring you to kiss and make up with your friend?
J: Why don't you check this out and tell me, Susan??
<<<<<Julia opens her bathrobe to reveal her bare top. There are 15 to 20 long, deep scratch scars going from her collarbone to her belly button. About a third of the scratches had clearly penetratred her flesh. Julia then turns her back, revealing another dozen or so scratch scars, just as long and just as deep. Julia turns, facing the camera again, and holds up her 34D breasts to the camera. They were flawless in May when we were changing for the rafting trip; now they're covered with scratch scars. I'm genuinely stunned.>>>>>
S: Holy shit, Julia. Were you fighting a girl or racoon??
J: A girl and her bitch mom. With my mom. 2on2.
S: But....I thought.....Ling said your mom and the other mom were friends.
J: Friends. And enemies. Frenemies. They've been meaning to take a swing at each other for years. Once they heard about the original fight their daughters had, well, it was on.
S: So....I mean....Julia you look totally shredded....who won?...
J: We handled our business. You know the saying, 'You should see the other girl?'". Well, you should see her....and her mom.
S: I'm.....it's just....I can't believe what I'm hearing....
J: Then enough about that. Let's talk about us. You're staring at me.
S: I guess.....but you want me to.
J: A little bit. I want to stare back. Show me your bikini line, lover.
S: I don't lifeguard in a bikini.
J: Why not?
S: It's a uniform. What's that's supposed to mean? You don't think I have the body for a bikini?
J: Show me then, baby. If you dare.
<<<<I don't appreciate Julia implying that my body is out of her league. I undo my pajama top.>>>>
J: Not bad, babe. Are those....?...what are those?.....why are your tits all bruised?
S: They, ummm....they got punched in a fight. About a week ago.
J: What, were you and another lifeguard chickenfighting or something?
S: No. A catfight. Me against a diver. Three rounds.
J: Holy crap. She punched you in your tits??
S: Correction. We punched each other in the tits. Then I punched her in the face till she gave.
J: Susan. I've never seen this side of you.
S: What's that supposed to mean? Julia, we've been together twice in our fucking lives and were at each others' throats the entire time.
J: Mmmm.....<<<<<in a lower, deeper voice>>> I remember, lover.....Remember our long, angry kiss in the Delaware River?.....Mmmmmm <<<<<Julia now has one hand massaging her nipple, the other between her legs. I'm half horrified, half turned on. I want to get to the bottom of what the deal is between her and me, so I play along. Altho little acting is required.>>>>
S: Mmmm.....Julia.....why'd you walk away?......
J: Mmmmmm, lover.....why?.....what did you think we would do next?....
S: Mmmmmm <<<<genuinely aroused, not even half-faking it now; a full blown Skype phone sex session is now in progress>>>>....I thought we would go somewhere....and fight....mmmmm
J: Mmmmm...you mean, punching? like you did with that diver?....mmmm...
S: That.....and scratching....mmmmm....like you did with that girl and your moms....
J: Mmmmm.....but Susan.....mmmmm.....that girl and our moms.....we.....mmmmmmm....mmmm....we hated each other.....<<<<Julia sounds like she just came a little bit, which makes me cum. I struggle to speak.>>>>
S: Mmmm......I hate you, too, Julia.....mmmmm....you.....mmmmm.....fucking bitch.....
J: I've always fucking hated you, Julia......mmmm....mmm.....I'll hurt you, bitch....mm.....<<<<<We're both cumming now.>>>>>>
S:Mmmmm.....I'll hurt you.....worse....slut....mmmmmm
<<<<<We spend 2 minutes catching our breaths.>>>>>
S: Ling told me once that Caucasian girls have 'fighting words'.
J: I think those qualify.
S: We can never be roomates.
J: I'm not giving up my slot.
S: Because you and Shao are secret lovers?
J: Don't. Go. There. Susan.
S: Ha! I knew it.
J: Give up your slot.
S: And go back to freshman dorms? I'd love to see you fucking make me. Bitch.
J: What's your fucking address?
S: I don't want you at my house, pig. I'm done at the waterpark at 7 tonight. Meet me there.
J: Done.
S: Get off my fucking computer.
J: You get off mine.
<<<<<I slam my laptop shut.>>>>
I text Brittany and Natalie.
S: Get the community room at waterpark ready for after work tonight. I'm fighting a bitch from school. If she shows.
To be continued......
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Great work on Emma and Kim can't wait to see what happens to Julia
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Incredible story. I'm really enjoying it. Seems like there are lots of side stories you could do along the way too. Her lifeguard friends seem to have experience with fighting. Those stories could be interesting. Same with her asian friends. Also loved that Julia's recent fight turned into a mother/daughter vs mother/daughter thing. Very hot!
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"JULIA SAYS YOU AND HER HAD PHONE SEX"
I spend all afternoon at the waterpark looking forward to tonight's fight. Julia is supposedly driving up from Maryland to fight me at 7pm, but I half expect her to be playing mind games with me and to cancel. So between lifeguard shifts, I check my cellphone, looking for a text from Julia. Instead, at 2pm, I see one from Ling.
Ling? She never texts me, except very rarely, very late at night.
L: Hey, sup? Julia says you and her had phone sex on Skype this morning. Is that true?
I'm barely able to contain my rage at this text. I'm mad at three people.
First, with Ling. She disappears for the entire spring semester when we're "interviewing" Julia for roomate. She ditches me on the Delaware River rafting trip and leaves me alone with Julia. Then, she never has time for me all summer, but is somehow "on call" to provide fight and sex advice to Julia. I'm going to call her on this.
Second, with Julia. She's clearly instigating. What she and I are going to do tonight is between me and her. There was no rezson to involve Ling.
Finally, with myself. What WAS that this morning? Technically, it was phone sex I suppose. I'm fascinated by Julia's body, the scrstches on her, her D-cups. But, I'm not attracted to her. Am I? I need to talk to somebody about this.
Against my better judgment, I get three text conversations going.
To Ling: Ling, I'm between lifeguard shifts, so I don't have time to get into this, but: Seriously, wtf? You don't give me the time of day all summer, and then you pry as soon as Julia instigates? Really?
To Julia: Julia, wtf? You tell Ling we had phone sex? Why are we involving her?
To Brittany; Natalie: Hey, about tonight. SOS, you need to know something about Julia, the girl I'm fighting. She and I might, like, kiss. But I'm not into her at all. Is that weird, or, I don't know, too heavy?
From Ling: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dump that on you. It's just, I thought you should know, Shao is kinda crushing on Julia. They've hooked up. More than once. I just thought you should know.
From Julia: Ooooo, kinky, lover. Should we keep what we do together on the down low? I like it.
From Natalie: When I recertified for CPR at the start of the summer, I had to go to a hospital in downtown Philly. Me and this other girl were the only non-African Americans there. We were both flirting with the white, hot, male instructor, but we were kissing during the mouth to mouth, like our lips were making that smacking sound. it was like, love-hate.
To Ling: And you decide to tell me about Shao and Julia now?? Wasn't I entitled to know that before signing a lease?? Before Julia followed me into the restroom 20 times the night we were in Shao's dorm??
To Julia: Nothing you and I do is sexy. If you come here tonight it's to fight, so I hope you have a way to get home.
From Brittany: I was in a wedding in June. It was a distant cousin's--I didn't know most of the people. At the reception, I was milling around outside. Another girl my age from the other family, really cute, came up to me and said "Weddings frustrate me. Wanna go blow of some steam?" We wrestled on the grass, and were kissing. But not sexually, if that makes sense.
From Julia's Mom: Susan, hello my dear. Julia told me your magnificent story of punching an opponent in the breasts, repeatedly, during a catfight. I will be transporting her to her cat with you this evening. Here is my selfie, so you will know me when you see me. <<<<I stare at the selfie of tbe gorgeous blonde MILF. Holy fuck, this woman was in a scratching 2on2 catfight with another mother/daughter? She's beautiful.>>>>>
<<<<<<My break is over. It's time for me return to the hot sun. I get in the chair, and stew over the three unresolved, unconcluded text chat I've had to leave in progress. What a dumb ass I am--I shouldn't have started any of the conversations.>>>>>
<<<<<I'm semi-aroused with sensory overload of the 5 women in my life. Shao and Julia hooking up. Julia's beautiful and, yes, sexy mom. Brittany rolling around with the stranger at the wedding. Natalie giving CPR to a flirting rival. Julia and me tonight--will we hate-kiss again, like at the rafting trip?>>>>>
<<<<My shift on the chair seems interminable. It finally ends. I check my phone. 5 messages.>>>>>
Ling: Susan?
Julia: Lover?
Julia's mom: Susan?
Brittany: Susan?
Natalie: Susan?
<<<<<I copy and paste the same reply to all 5:>>>>>>
Susan: Sorry. Lifeguarding right now. Shouldn't'a started such a heavy conversation. Will have to wait for tonight. Siya then.
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Can't wait for the next part
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great build up!! Please post the story soon
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ME VERSUS JULIA
As 7pm approaches, I'm half-tempted to ditch Julia and her mom and spend the night somewhere else. Not home--Julia would undoubted text Ling, who would naively and eagerly offer up my email address. But perhaps to Natalie's. The purpose would be to cause Julia and her mom to waste a cartrip from Maryland to Pennsylvania.
But that would just be delaying the inevitable. I'd need to return to work eventually. The two psycho bitches woild no doubt be waiting for me when I did.
I think about that count. Am I dealing with one psycho bitch, or two. Julia is clearly deranged, at least when it comes to me. She's attracted to me, and to the concept of seducing me, be it voluntarily or forcefully. I highly doubt her attraction to Shao--she simply enjoys dominating the docile Shao. She's also trying to break me down and get her way with me.
But her mom--that's an open question. Is she a psycho too, who enjoys her daughter's head games? Or is she like me? Dods she just enjoy a good girlfight? Does her body get tingly like mine at the thought? And like me, now that she's had one this summer, is she hooked.
I decide I'll wear my one-piece lifeguard bathing suit for when Julia and her mom arrive.
The waterpark closes on schedule at 6:30. Brittany, Natalie and I retreat to the carpeted community room and wait. Something unexpected happens. The three of us still have our unfinished text conversation from this afternoon lingering in the air. Natalie's love-hate kissing with the only other white girl at her CPR certification. Brittany's nonsexual wrestle-kissing at her cousin's wedding reception. Are those kisses the same as my hate kissing with Julia? Different? I sit on a couch, Natalie to my left, Brittany to my right. All three of us are aroused. I ask them to show me what the kisses they texted about were like, Natalie first.
Natalie grabs my head, wrenches it to her, and says, " Cup your mouth, like you're receiving CPR, and I'll show you how her and I were doing it." I comply, stiffly but passively, allowing Natalie to lead. She breathes into my mouth, slowly at first, but gradually sucks on my lips with hers. She alternates between the sucking and exhaling, the erotic and the non-erotic, her fingers twisting my head. "Now, you do the same to me, Susan. See who can be more forceful." I move my hands into, Natalie's head. Our mouths struggle to maintain contact as our heads are subtly manipulated by each others hands. We struggle to exhale harder into each others mouths. I picture the flirtatious competition Natalie had in progress with her rival for the white instructor, and how they used their kissing duel to test each others' resolve at winning him. Our lips make loud breathing and exhaling noises.
Brittany is enjoying it as well. "That's so fucking hot, guys," she volunteers. I want to kiss with her now. "She me yours, Brit. How you do it at that wedding."
Brit directs me to the floor. "Well, we were wrestling. And I ended up on top. Of courses." Brittany pins me. "Then, instead of ground and pounding her with my fists, like in a normal fight, I did it with my mouth." Brittany and I grind our crotches together, as she leans over me and lays semi-violent kisses onto my mouth, nose, and dyes, her tongue protruding into my face. I lay back and experience the domination, but Brittany corrects me. "Fight back, though, Susan. You're not beat yet." I retaliate with kisses to Brittany's face. I bend my knees and strike her in the back, not as hard as I can, but hard enough to cause her to grunt in pain. She pins my face harder with her mouth. We wrestle, and I succeed in getting her off me. We lock together, side by side, pressing each others' face and mouth together.
Now, Natalie feels excluded. "Show us how you and Julia hate-kiss, Susan," she requests. I release from Brittany, somewhat gratefully, as our wrestling was starting to become a little too unfriendly. I instruct Natalie, "Use your tongue to try to keep mine out of your mouth. Open wide, but try and keep my tongue out." I then eagerly and hatefully plunge my tongue into Natalie's mouth. She is taken aback by the maliciousness and aggressiveness of my thrusts. "Gawd, she must be a spiteful bitch," comments Brittany, observing Natalie's discomfort. "Want some of this, bitch?" I ask her, still smarting from Brittany's mouth pins to my face. "Try it, slut," Brittany challenges. I attack Brittany with my tongue.
The atmosphere in the room is taut. The playfulness between Brittany and me is rapidly evaporating, and Natalie feels excluded by the electricity being generated between Brittany and me. Luckily, our unsuccessful a trois ends.
Julia's mom comes into the room, followed by Julia.
Brittany, Natalie, and I are taken aback by the glamouresness of Julia's blonde MILF mom.
"Hey, bitches," she purrs. Mind if Julia steals this slut Susan from you and has her own fun? Hate to interrupt, but we did drive a long way."
To be continued.....
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THE MAIN EVENT
There are now 5 women in the room, only one of whom, Julia's mom, is able to hide her hesitation at how to act next.
Natalie is still stung by the obvious electricity which exists between Brittany and me, rather than between her and Brittany or her and me.
Brittany is disappointed to have her exploring with me interrupted just as it was heating up.
Julia is taken aback at the boldness of the embrace she saw me in with Brittany. Her sexual bullying of me has always been based on an assumption of and underlying passiveness, docility, and inexperience in me along the lines of Shao.
As always, since I've known her, I'm aggravated by Julia's presence, or especially her timing. She's always around at the worst times.
Only Julia's mom can think of the right thing to say, addressing herself to me. "Well, you must be Susan. My daughter Julia has been telling me all about you since last spring, and I can certainly see why." Julia's mom slowly begins putting down her wallet and removing her top. Her body is as perfect as her hair and face. Julia is removing her top as well. "When I was in the car, on the way here, I was anticipating watching you and Julia, ummm, get reacquainted. But watching your tussle with the feisty brunette here"--she approches Brittany, speaking a bit more angrily and losing her icy cold demeanor--"makes me wonder if perhaps my daughter has competition for your attention."--Julia's mom is now in Brittany's face.--"What do you say, girlie. Should we step over here and give Julia and Susan the privacy they deserve?"
Earlier this summer, I had gotten into my first actual catfight, and was now hooked. At about that same time, Julia and Julia's mom had gotten into a 2on2 catfight. I wanted to judge them right now, but knee I had no business doing so. The opportunity for a repeat performance was in front of them, and was too enticing to resist.
Brittany and Julia's mom are now squared up, nose to nose. Julia and I are 15 feet away, also paired off. Without releasing my hate stare on Julia, I call over the Natalie, the only woman in the room without a dance partner. "You leavin' now, Nat? Or staying to enjoy the show?". Natalie takes a seat on a couch. "Not missin' this. Go, bitches."
Julia's mom slaps Brittany flush in the face, the sound cracking thru the whole room. Brittany sinks her hands into Julia's mom's blonde hair, and the two of them are soon catballing on the floor. I long to continue watching, but Julia demands my full attention. She grabs the back of my hair, and hisses at me, "I've been wanting to kiss you sincd this morning." She plunges her tongue deep into my mouth.
The sensation of kissing Julia disgusts me both in absolute terms, but also relative to Brittany's and even Natalie's exciting kisses from earlier tonight. I yearn to resist and pull away, but if I do, Julia and I will commence catfighting, and I'll miss the intense action underway between Julia's mom and Brittany, who are tearing into each other like hellcats. I turn Julia, kissing her, so that I'm facing in their direction. I'm thrilled to hear them both invoking my name.
"Susan loves my dsughter. Back off."
"Susan hates your daughter, stupid bitch."
"Susan and Julia had phone sex this morning."
"Susan was getting off on the thought of kissing Julia's ass."
I don't know if it was the competitive repitition of my name in a mutually competitive context, or the visuals and acoustics of the most intense catfight I had ever witnessed, or the foreplay and excitement of my newfound connection to Brittany, but I longed for erotic release like never before in my life. I blocked out my disgust at Julia, and maneuvered her fingers into me. "Finger fuck me, slut," I demanded. "Beg me for it," Julia teased, sensing my desperation. "Don't cock-block me, you cruel deceiptful slut. You want it even worse than me. See?". I reach my fingers down into her pre-cum, and wipe it on her face. "Then 69 me, " says Julia, breaking our deep kiss and north-south mounting me on the floor. She buries her face and fingers into my crotch, continuing to arouse me. I fo the same to her, demonstrating how deep and rough I want it. She understands my signsls and follows my lead.
My arousal builds even more as I turn my eyes to the continuing, now completely naked, catfight occuring 10 feet away. Brittany and Julia's mom have now bared their claws. Julia's moms barely-healed scars ftom June are bring systematically reopened by Brittany, who is also getting as good as she is receiving. Both women have trickles of blood running down their backs.
My view is temporarily interrupted as Julia emits a faceful of love-ick into my eyes, and her butt cheeks quake on my face in orgasm. I become angry that she came before me. I shout at her, "I told you you want me more, slut. You always have. Don't you see now?". Julia turns and faces me, glaring. She knows I'm right, and is genuinely hurt. If she couldn't make me cum just now, in the most erotic atmosphere ever constructed, there must be something missing between her and me. She finally accepts this.
"Then let's find out who thd better fighter is. Bitch." We stand and square up. The hatred in our glares, if it could be harnessed, would power an entire city for a year. Or more.
Julia and I tear into each other with fists, knees, elbows, and feet. I wish I could tell you a 2on2 catfight occured that night. But that's not what happened. Julia and I had a 3 minute fistfight, neither of us even attempting a scintilla of defense. We connected with uncountable direct blows. One of mine was square to her jaw, and she dropped like a rock. That was it--a legit KO. And as soon as it had started, the night was over. Even in the midst of the intensity of their still-undecided war, Brittany and Julia's mom could tell that the Main Event had just ended abruptly.
There wasn't much to say, so none of us said anything. Julia's mom revived Julia. It took her a long 5 minutes to wake up. Julia's mom was wanting to comfort Julia. And I was wanting to comfort Brittany. The welts and scratches on her torso looked frightful, and I felt responsible. Natalie could see my distress. "You two go home; I'll clean up here," Natalie graciously offered. Brittany and I cleared out of there fast.
And went to her place. And made love. And talked about the fight. And fighting.
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I never did return to Penn State for the fall semester. Ling texted me that Julia and Shao came out as a couple, but that she worried about how abusive Julia was to Shao. They got a fourth roomate, who Ling said was always on Skype with Julia's mom. What do you think they talk about, Ling asked me. Good ole Ling--never quite seeing the whole picture.
Brittany and I are still together. We know what we like--watching each other fight. We're 24 years old now. We're running out of time now for that to be the basis of a relationship. We don't want to grow up and be like Julia's mom. Or to raise a bully like Julia.
THE END
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Great Story!!!!
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Another superb tale. I was hoping to see Susan and Julia's mom settle up however.
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Awesome but short ending wish the fist fight had lasted longer