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Thirty-Five Years Brings Déjà vu to Reality

By H.G. Hunt

Chapter 1

The recognition was instantaneous. Lisa glanced out the door of her cubicle office on the 2nd floor of the Midwestern hospital where she worked and in a most jarring moment of "what the hell is she doing here" immediately recognized the woman she spotted walking through the hallway. The shock to her senses of that woman's presence was dramatic. She had thought of Jean off and on since college, more often during the past five or so years. But in an instant, an entire set of emotions, symmetrical to the ones she had felt back in college over 35 years prior, came flooding back into her consciousness.

She remembered the sneer that had come across Jean's face shortly after their first interlude. She remembered the hot flush of anger that had turned her face crimson. She remembered the lust that had built within her loins that long ago spring day. She recalled the vision of Jean's naked body approaching her own and the dagger-stare that she returned with equal venom. These thoughts and a smorgasbord of others overtook her. Her work tasks fell instantly to the back burner. She lost all focus and struggled to make it through her day as a nursing supervisor. Her job was an important one, and she loved it. But this day, and the 4 hours that remained in her shift were likely among her least productive ever.

Jean, unaware of the recognition that had occurred as she paused at the counter in that hallway, was happy to have landed her new job as an administrative assistant at the hospital. She had worked in various jobs over the past 30 years, moving up from various health care related employments, including billing control, and office supervisory positions to become a well-respected manager of some large departments in medical facilities. Her new job was a step up and it suited her talents well. She was on her second day when she had taken a quick tour of the facility and it was during her cruise that she had unknowingly entered the view of the woman that had fueled her competitive drive in a way that only another sexy woman could. Jean, a beautiful woman of 56, had thought about Lisa off and on during the passing of the decades. She could not have forgotten the sequence of events that had transpired back in 1971. She was only 20 at that time, but for now she was unaware that she too would soon have a Déjà vu moment, including the similar swell of emotions and hormones from that long ago interlude; returning with a vengeance that would almost knock her off her feet.

The women had changed of course during the intervening years and a lot of water had passed under the bridge in both their lives. Both were happily married, Lisa to Sam, and Jean to Brent. Sam worked in the business world and travelled a lot. Brent was a contractor and both men were good husbands and partners to their respective spouses. Both had kids that were grown and out of the house. They now lived in the same metropolitan area and enjoyed the same types of activities, both social and private. Jean had spent a dozen years a thousand miles away, but she had returned near to her roots, only a hundred miles from the college town where she had first crossed paths with Lisa. While their lives weren't exactly parallel they did share a common thread of the stages of their lives passing at about the same times, and the cycle of passion in their marriages was also very similar. With the children gone, and the maturity of their years giving them the confidence in themselves, both women had expanded their sexual repertoire in concert with their husbands, to the benefit of both. Jean had willingly shared her encounter with Lisa to her husband. Brent, eager to spark their lovemaking, very much enjoyed the type of encounter Jean revealed. He would bring it up every few months and Jean, knowing how horny the story made him, would retell the story as prelude to or incorporated within their lovemaking. She may have embellished the story a little, but even in its most accurate retelling it had a wickedly exciting impact on both of their libidos.

Back in the early seventies all that was long in the future and the two young women, a year apart in age, had met in a dormitory about midway of the school year. Jean, at 20, was a lovely young lady with soft medium brown hair, and very sexy. Her facial features were smooth and pretty in a genuinely attractive way. Her infectious smiles made her easy to approach and get to know. She really enjoyed college and was looking forward to her move off-campus the next fall with a small group of girls she had come to know. One of those girls was Lisa's roommate Wanda.

As Jean's friendship with Wanda had grown over the semester, and they were spending more and more time with each other, Lisa had grown annoyed by the lack of attention she was getting from Wanda. Lisa really liked boys, but the close relationship she had developed with Wanda occasionally sparked some lustful lesbian thoughts in Lisa's pretty head. A little bi-curiosity seemed quite exciting and not at all perverted. Wanda was a very sexy beauty and Jean shared the same hidden lustful curiosity towards her that warmed Lisa's loins.

Wanda and Lisa had been roommates that fall and they did practically everything together. But as the spring semester developed, the enmity and jealousy between Lisa and Jean had sprouted more fertile than could be contained. Each sensed in the other a threat. It wasn't because either of them were actually Wanda's lover, but somehow the female-to-female bond of friendship (and deeply hidden lesbian lust) towards Wanda just didn't work as a triumvirate. Both Jean and Lisa grew attuned to the friction that grew stronger by the week.

Lisa, a gorgeous dark-haired beauty, was yet 19 and her bitterness at the thought of Wanda leaving the dorm to go live with Jean was stirring pretty intense feelings of rivalry. That rivalry naturally included the mutual comparison of their figures and beauty. They were very similar in build. Fine shapely asses and full round breasts made them seriously sexy, and their lovely faces were sure to cause a lot of the horny college guys to grow rigid at their sight. Either would have been quite a catch.
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Thirty-Five Years Brings Déjà vu to Reality

By H.G. Hunt

Chapter 2

Lisa was nearly done studying one warm and lazy May afternoon in her dormitory when the shadow at the open door drew her attention away from the textbook. It was Jean, looking for Wanda. "Again," Lisa fumed internally. While typically a very sweet girl, the irritation in her voice could not be contained when she muttered in her saccharin-sweet tone "What do you want?"

Sensing the annoyance in Lisa's voice, and not being one of Lisa's big fans, it was no surprise that Jean retaliated with "What fucking business is it of yours?" She stepped inside the small room, shutting the door behind her, and put her hands on her hips in an unambiguous gesture of bravado. Lisa wasn't about to let this hussy enter her room with that kind of attitude without an equally uncompromising reaction. She stood up and in overly dramatic fashion mimicked Jean's pose, but with an exaggerated thrust of her hips and a brutally obvious outward thrusting of her chest, which was somewhat concealed inside a rather tight white simple t-shirt. "I just MADE it my business, tramp!"

Taking one step nearer towards her perceived foe, Jean spouted "Don't stick your ugly tits out at me, slut!"

There had been a few occasions the past few weeks when the caustic remarks of the two young women, not that many years removed from their junior high school days, where vicious put-downs are the order of the day, had focused on each other's bodies, Jean's breasts had been the subject a number of times. Jean had made equally insulting comments about Lisa's body, usually for Wanda's ears, and often Lisa would hear those remarks as well. Jean's retort wasn't the first time Lisa had heard this, but the spirit was definitely challenging. Lisa wasn't about to back down from the girl she viewed as a thieving bitch. "Look cxnt. I've got the best tits in THIS room. I'll stick 'em out any time I damn well please. So why don't you just shut your ugly face?" She took a deep breath and thrust them farther forward, her balloons pressing hard against the cotton of the thin white t-shirt. Her nipples, hardened from the sudden onrush of excitement, poked firm dots in the fabric, provoking and challenging Jean even more.

"Oh really," she drawled ever so slowly, "there's no way your saggy tits are better than mine!" Jean inhaled a gulp of air and thrust her own breasts forward causing the fabric of her pale green t-shirt to stretch magnificently across the gap between her own hardening nipples. The cauldron of emotions roiling inside caused her to do something that would have ordinarily been out of character. But THIS was IMPORTANT! She swiftly pulled her green top up and over her head so she could thrust her chest out again towards Lisa, who while taken aback at first, felt an equally compelling desire not to let Jean take ANY advantage, no matter how slutty, in this encounter. She would be just as audacious.

"Oh girl, you're gonna wish you'd never have done that." Even as she spoke she couldn't help but stare at Jean's tan-lined breasts. Bra-less attire was quite common during those early days of women's lib and on campuses across the country. Both Lisa and Jean were proud to let their feminine mammalian assets run free a lot of the time, especially around the dorm (which back in the early 70s wasn't coed yet). Lisa's top came off in about two seconds, her perfect 36B/C pair, bouncing just a bit as the top flew up and over her head. Lisa stepped closer. Only about 2 feet separated them now and she upped the ante as only a determined and spiteful woman can do. "What IS that smell? You've got a lot of nerve coming in here and stinking up my room with that funky twat of yours."

"You're the only one that stinks in here bitch! Your ugly cxnt drips slimy every time you see me coming. I know you're really a fucking lesbo cxnt-licker!"

"Not a tenth as much as you are slut! I think you frig yourself to sleep every night dreaming about me."

"Yeah right! I dream real nice. I dream about fucking you over good, you whore." Jean laughed her haughtiest laugh.

"You better wake up from your dream the next time that happens and get down here and apologize. You'd be the one getting fucked over bitch!"

"We'll see about that! No better time than right now, cxnt." In two swift kicks, her shoes were off and across the room and her shorts were on their way down. "Are you woman enough to find out RIGHT NOW?" With a sugary sneer she pulled her white cotton panties down and held them up in front of Lisa's face. "This is what a REAL woman smells like; girl!"

With a challenge like that, Lisa couldn't even consider backing down. It was all she could do to keep from punching the bitch hard in the nose. Clearly Jean was trying to use the age factor to her advantage, being one year older than Lisa. But Lisa stepped to the plate with as much bravado as she could muster, the excitement of the moment not completely destroying her mental faculties. She ACHED to put Jean in her place, once and for all. She had been barefoot all afternoon and it took only a few seconds for her shorts and panties to be yanked off. She reciprocated the panty-favor; forcing the musky-sweet odor from her damp panties forcefully into Jean's face. "Get used to that smell, bitch! Cause after I fuck you silly ..." She paused a moment, "You can have some more of that up close and personal."

The panties dropped to the floor, both girls ready for the imminent clash. They were silent for a brief moment as they glared at each other, their eyes making a quick trip up and down each other's naked bodies. Their eyes came back together in a defiant stare. What they had seen as they gazed upon each other was fabulously sexy.

Jean stood about 5 feet 5 inches tall; her hair fell barely to shoulder length, soft curls framing her face. Her 38B/C breasts didn't look quite as big as Lisa's, maybe because she was a bit wider in the shoulders. Her waist tapered inward curvaceously and then swept back out to a pair of firm hips and powerful legs. Her light brown bushy womanhood, unshaved of course, flourished like a little patch of grass, nestled in between her legs, framing the entrance to her pussy. Jean gazed at Lisa, absorbing in the sexy sight of her rival.

Lisa, her long dark brunette hair framing her pretty face and lovely eyes, was a sight for sure. She stood about 5 feet 3 inches tall; her slightly trimmer waist made her breast appear larger than Jean's even if they weren't. They were fronted by pert nipples, now hard and protruding far out in front of her puckered areolas. Her legs were just a bit more slender than Jean's and her very dark triangular patch of hair at the nexus of her legs and crotch thickly covered her lovely pink and moist pussy lips. The color of her bush was dark, dark brown and very thick, thicker by a slim margin over Jean's fuzz. The mutual stare/glare didn't last long, but just long enough for the silence of the moment to escalate the tension. Jean couldn't help but be impressed by the sexy girl daring her to do something. Lisa, a flutter of butterflies in her stomach, was way beyond letting her trepidations get in the way of her desire. She wanted desperately to put Jean in her place.
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Thirty-Five Years Brings Déjà vu to Reality

By H.G. Hunt

Chapter 3

Jean sneered and came forward; giving Lisa only enough time to take half a step and get her hands up where they met Jean's outstretched hands in mid air. The tussle began and it started purely as a test of strength and balance. The tiny quarters gave them little room and within moments they had bumped into the bunk bed, the desk, the closet door and for several moments neither girl gained any advantage.

"You bitch! I'll fuck you up for coming in here like you did."

Their arms were out to their sides, straining to push back and overpower each other, bringing their firm breasts into contact. Jean grunted in exertion as she stared hateful daggers into Lisa's eyes, only millimeters away from her face. "Not in your lifetime cxnt licker."

They continued to struggle for control. Lisa grunted, "We'll see who the cxnt licker is. I think I'll enjoy giving you a taste of real pussy, you whore."

Jean strained with everything she had and it seemed that Lisa's arms were beginning to tire. The sweat was already beading up on their skin from the combination of their exertions and the warm May afternoon. Jean got a leg behind Lisa and managed a takedown of sorts. Inelegant for sure, but productive nonetheless as they landed first on the edge of the bed and then bounced to the floor with Jean mostly on top. Their hand-grips gave way and the two grappled for supremacy. Between grunts and the sound of straining effort, they continued their trashy barrage of insults, as they sought for something more effective. The wrestling continued nearly even, with each girl having moments of advantage, but never able to keep it for very long. They rolled over and over, back and forth repeatedly as they sought some measure of control. Their warm bodies were glistening delightfully in the sun that shone in through the 4th floor southern window.

Lisa's burning hatred fueled her drive to win, at the same time she could feel a surging ooze of sexual arousal, unwanted, but nevertheless unmistakably present. She had a headlock on Jean and was squeezing with all her might, hoping to force Jean to submit and give up. But Jean, fueled by an equal drive, and stubbornly trying to avoid the same sensation that was creeping into her groin, was not about to let tramp Lisa take any advantage. She reached up and grabbed Lisa's hair and began pulling with her left hand while her right hand fought to dislodge Lisa's grip on her head. Her left breast was smashed into Lisa's right breast. The slippery cushion between them slid back and forth as the tussling girls fought.

Lisa grunted in pain (not loud enough for the dorm's other girls to hear through the walls). "You BITCH! Is that the way you want it?" The pain in her scalp caused her to switch tactics and copy Jean's latest move. With both hands she latched onto Jean's mane and yanked her across her lap. In doing so Jean ended up on top of Lisa and the two girls now were both pulling hair with all their might, both hands trying to rip their opponent's lovely tresses off.

Eventually the exertion of their muscles began to take its toll. The pace slackened a bit, but the epithets and grunting continued as they toiled in seething anger. Lisa summoned up all her strength and by letting go of Jean's hair for a moment she managed to roll Jean from her perch. Jean responded by letting go of Lisa's hair and her arms snaked around Lisa in a bear hug, trying to swing back on top. She managed to do it, but Lisa once again was able to retaliate and the two went back and forth, hugging tightly and rolling around on the floor, their sweaty bodies in tight contact, jostling for top position. Only five minutes had elapsed, but the effort was draining their energy. Neither could mount an effective offense and then sustain an advantage.

The tightly intertwined bodies, legs interlocking and seeking an advantage, the pace slackening, and the soft feel and sensual touch of feminine skin-on-skin contact had re-invigorated their arousal. Their breasts had been waging a battle, stuck between their sweat-soaked torsos as they were. Their furry love-triangles would often grind across each other as the war continued. Was it on purpose? Would either have admitted it if it were true?

After a dozen or more rolls back and forth across the narrow carpeted space, Jean found herself on top of Lisa again as they gasped for air. Finally not even enough breath remained for a continuance of their epithets and trash talk. (Breath spent talking was energy that couldn't be used for fighting.)

Lisa, her breasts feeling the downward push of Jean's sweat-coated boobs and the heat given off by her warm crotch, didn't have the energy needed for another roll. She tried to rest and recoup her wind, without giving away the fact that she was exhausted. All she could manage was an upward thrust of her hips, hoping to unseat her rival, or at least make her aware that there was "fight" left in her. It didn't work. Jean had just enough presence of mind and enough weight to keep Lisa's thrusts from unseating her. Two more thrusts; then came three more. Jean felt Lisa's dark pussy fur smashing into her own brown tangle of pubic hair. She also felt the heat emanating from Lisa, especially her groin. Her body seemed on fire. Jean's reaction was easily deduced. She humped back. Bang! Bang, bang, bang. Bump, bump, bump. The two girls thrust their pelvises hard at each other, the fur from their mounds mixing and intertwining and colliding deliciously. Lisa's legs inched apart and soon Jean's followed suit. They positioned themselves for more intimate acquaintance. Their hard breathing continued, as neither girl had recovered any substantial portion of the energy that had been expended in their wrestling.

"Fuck you." Jean managed a soft whisper in Lisa's right ear. Her open legs allowed her pussy to find Lisa's wet-as-a-dishrag lips and the slippery confluence sent spikes of pleasure through her body. She felt Lisa shiver underneath her as she heard her coolly purr back, "Fuck YOU!"

Their matched-up pussies slithered and humped together for a little while, each girl intently focusing on the stirring and mixing of their melting pots. "I think it is you that gets all slimed up for me, bitch." Lisa remarked, making reference to Jean's comment of earlier.

"Oh, I can feel you're as wet as they come, whore. I'll bet you come real soon, as hot as you are now," Jean blurted out. "Feel my pussy bringin' you off. Doesn't it feel gooood?" She let the word roll slowly off her tongue.

"No! You'll be the one screaming. MY pussy will devour your little girl slit." Lisa moaned a bit from the pleasure, but she desperately wanted to make Jean eat her words and she could feel the approaching orgasm, as her loins began to pump harder into Jean's downward smashing pussy. To try to achieve her goal, she summoned all her remaining strength, from deep in the depths of her fortitude, and miraculously managed to force Jean off and she was able to quickly mount her like a cowboy rides a steer in a stunning reversal of position.

Now, in the superior position, Lisa reached back and grabbed Jean's legs at each knee and pulled them up so she could straddle her splayed open pussy. Her own legs were wide apart and she had perfect aim towards her enemy's target slit. Using her clit as a little dagger she slid it down the length of Jean's twat, her body shivering, piercing between Jean's soaked lips and sending shock waves of pleasure through her clit. Her hips began fucking Jean good and hard, their clits meeting head-on and their labia deliciously sliding together up and down, back and forth, diagonally and every which way. Jean's ass inched backwards across the carpet with every powerful thump. The two humping wildcats were both approaching that orgasmic point of no return.
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