Twenty Years By the Masked Writer

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Twenty Years
By the Masked Writer

The party was supposed to be about remembering the good years.
Fifteen years after graduating, Mara and Elena had finally found themselves in the same room again.
They had been best friends in their late teens. They had spent summers together, shared bedrooms during vacations, laughed at the same stupid jokes, and knew things about each other that nobody else did. Typical teen friends.
Then life had intervened.

They had gone to different universities, made different friends, pursued different careers, and eventually stopped seeing each other.

Now they were both in their early forties, standing in Mara's living room with a dozen other old friends, trying to reconstruct a friendship that had once seemed indestructible.
They were dressed casually for the party, although at some point someone had suggested a ridiculous costume challenge. Mara had ended up wearing a black-and-blue lingerie two-piece outfit, while Elena chose the colorful bikini she had brought for the joke.

They looked remarkably different.

Mara, around 5'6" and 153 pounds, had retained the fuller, softer figure she'd always had. Her waist was relatively broad, her hips and thighs substantial, and her arms had little visible muscular definition. She wasn't weak, but she'd never been particularly interested in organized exercise.
Elena, approximately 5'5" and 148 pounds, had changed dramatically. She had spent years going to the gym and regularly practicing running, swimming and recreational sports. Her shoulders, arms and legs were visibly firmer, and her movements had the unconscious coordination of somebody accustomed to physical activity.
Neither woman thought much about the difference.

Not yet.

Everyone was laughing, taking photographs, drinking.
And for several hours, everything was wonderful. Then the other guests left, one by one.
Mara and Elena kept on talking, remembering old days and it was still wonderful.
Until the alcohol loosened their tongues.

"Do you remember college?" Elena asked.
Mara smiled.
"Unfortunately."
"You were impossible."
"You loved me."
"I did."
The smile disappeared from Elena's face.
"Back then."
Mara looked at her.
There was something in the way she'd said it.
"What does that mean?"
Elena took another sip.
"It means we were different people."
"That's a convenient thing to say after twenty years."
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Then how did you mean it?"
Elena hesitated.
The room suddenly felt quieter.
"You disappeared."
Mara laughed bitterly.
"You stopped calling."
"So did you."
"You told everyone I was a liar."
"I told everyone what happened."
"No. You told everyone your version."
Elena put her glass down.
"Mara, you really want to do this tonight?"
"Apparently you don't."
Mara had been waiting fifteen years for this conversation.
And the drinks had removed whatever restraint remained.
"You know what hurt the most?" Mara said. "Not losing you. Finding out you'd already decided I wasn't worth defending."
Elena stared at her.
"You want an uncomfortable truth?"
"Yes."
"I was relieved when we stopped being friends."
Mara went completely still.
The words hung in the room.
"Why?"
"Because you were exhausting."
Elena continued.
"Everything was a crisis. Everything was somebody else's fault. And you expected me to agree with you every single time."
Mara's face flushed.
"You've always thought you were better than me."
"No."
"You do."
"No, Mara. I think you never forgave me for growing up."
Mara stood.

Elena stood too.
They were almost the same height.
But physically they looked completely different.
Mara's softer, fuller frame seemed heavier and more imposing at close range.
Elena's body looked leaner and harder, particularly through the shoulders and legs.
Mara stepped toward her.
"You've got a lot of courage tonight."
"So do you."
"Don't patronize me."
"I'm not."
Mara shoved her.
Hard.
Elena stumbled backward.
The room erupted.
"Whoa!"
"Stop!"
Mara shoved her again.
This time Elena shoved back.
Mara's shoulder struck the wall.
For a second, neither moved. But something was broken between them.
Years of frustration suddenly erupted.

And Mara lunged.
They collided with a violent thud, Mara wrapping both her arms around Elena and driving her backward.
Their bodies slammed together, neither woman bothering with technique. Elena grunted. Flesh jiggled.
Mara's bigger mass drove the initial charge and used it well, forced Elena across the room.
"You're going to regret that!"
Mara swung. Elena ducked. The punch missed.
Elena answered with a short blow to Mara's shoulder, which Mara barely noticed.
She grabbed Elena by the hair and pulled.
Elena cried out and seized Mara's wrist.
"Let go!"
Mara yanked again but Elena twisted free and struck her in the side.
This time Mara gasped. At first, the sound only made her angrier.
So she charged again.
This time Elena met her and they crashed together, arms wrapping around one another.
For several seconds it became a brutal contest of strength. Mara pushed. Elena pushed back.
Their feet scraped against the floor. Their breathing became loud.
Sweat began to appear on both faces despite the cool room.
The bigger Mara managed to drive Elena backward.
"Got you!"
She tried to force her down.
Elena resisted.
Mara was stronger than Elena had expected. Her softer physique concealed some raw strength, particularly in the clinch.
But Elena was better conditioned. She didn't waste movement. She shifted her weight, turned and used Mara's momentum against her. Both women crashed onto the carpet.
Mara landed heavily, brutally exhaling air.
She immediately tried to roll on top but Elena blocked her.
Mara clawed at her arm. Elena winced.
Mara managed to get a hand around Elena's shoulder and pulled her close. A knee drove forward. Elena recoiled. Mara scrambled upright and swung again. This time the punch connected.
Elena stumbled. Mara followed.
Another punch which Elena blocked.
A third.
Blocked.
Mara was breathing hard now. Too hard. She was putting enormous effort into every attack.
Elena noticed. "You can't keep this up."
"Shut up!" grunted Mara, grabbing her. Elena broke the grip. Mara grabbed again.
Elena slipped away.
The contrast between them was becoming quite obvious.
Mara fought in explosive bursts, using her substantial body to generate force.
Elena moved continuously.
Step-Pivot-Duck-Counter. Her legs seemed almost tireless.
Mara's frustration grew with every missed attack.
So she  charged, again. Elena sidestepped, again.
Mara collided with a chair. She turned around furious. Elena struck her in the ribs. A clean punch made Mara's soft flesh jiggle.
Mara doubled over with a harsh moan. She immediately grabbed Elena and dragged her down.
They hit the floor together again.
Mara pulled Elena's hair. Elena grabbed Mara around the shoulders.
They rolled across the carpet, grappling desperately.
There was no elegance left. Only sweat, ragged breathing, grunts and the slap of bodies hitting the floor. Mara tried to pin Elena with her weight. For several seconds she succeeded.
"Stay down!"
Elena struggled beneath her.
Mara pressed harder.
But her own breathing was becoming frighteningly labored.
Elena waited.
Then exploded upward.
She bridged, twisted and rolled.
Suddenly Mara was underneath.
Mara's eyes widened.
"No!" A whisper more than a grunt.
Elena controlled one arm and forced Mara onto her side.
Mara kicked wildly. Elena backed away. Mara got up again.
Both women were tired now. Mara more than Elena.
Elena had scratches on her arms.
Mara's cheek was reddened. Her breath was shallow.
Their hair was disordered, clothes rumpled, faces slick with sweat.
Mara looked at Elena and saw something she desperately didn't want to see.
Yes, Elena was tired.
But Mara was spent. She knew it.
"You think you're stronger than me," Mara gasped.
Elena shook her head.
"No, but I think I'm in much better shape."
Mara screamed and charged.
It was her final mistake.
Elena moved aside, caught her around the waist and used Mara's momentum to send her crashing to the floor.
Mara tried to rise but Elena was already there.
They struggled again. Mara punched. Increasingly weak punches which Elena blocked with increasing ease.
Mara scratched. Elena caught her wrist.
Mara tried to pull free but her strength was fading.
She kicked. Missed. Tried again.
Nothing.
Elena finally forced her onto her back and held her there.
Mara thrashed beneath her.
"Get off me!"
Elena held firm.
Mara pushed.
Nothing.
She pushed again.
Her arms trembled.
Nothing.
Her breathing became a series of desperate gasps.
"Get... off..."
Elena could feel the resistance disappearing.
Mara's hands finally fell to the floor.
She stared upward, furious and humiliated.
The room had gone silent.
Twenty years earlier, they had been inseparable.
Now one was pinning the other to the floor.
Then Elena straddled her, in a classic schoolgirl pin. Mara tried to buckle  but she was so spent she hardly could lift her own pelvis. The fat jiggled on her generous thighs.
Then Elena slapped her in the face.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.

Mara was crying now. Tears rolled on her reddened face.

Slaps kept on coming.
Mara then meekly pleaded :
"Stop ! Please!"

Her voice was barely a whisper. She had stopped any pretense at resisting.
Then Elena stood up and grabbed Mara's black bra. Brutally she pulled it off, unveiling the woman's plump and flabby breast. Mara tried feebly to resist, with no result as she was completely spent. Then Elena grabbed Mara's left arm and flipped her on her belly. After that she grabbed Mara's panties and pulled them down to her ankles, revealing her generous and soft posterior. After that, she set about giving her a serious and humiliating spanking, amusing herself at the sight of the soft flesh quivering with each slap. Mara no longer resisted. She simply sobbed shamelessly.
Then Elena stood up and walked away, without a word. Mara just lied there more than vanquished : destroyed.
The end

[Dendex]

Over the years, an immeasurable amount of anger has built up between the two of them, and in this case, it was only a matter of time before a small spark set things off. You've done a great job of describing the anger they feel toward each other in a literary way. It's a gripping story. I wouldn't mind if those two hens ran into each other again.

[Horny-Jew]

Mara had ended up wearing a black-and-blue lingerie two-piece outfit, while Elena chose the colorful bikini she had brought for the joke.

Have each rip the other's clothes off.

[Horny-Jew]