My Journal Entry 2
OK so it's been a week since my clash with Carla, we have not said a word to each other since our fight but we have been locking eyes when we pass each other in the hallways, I have had a few of the women in the apartment thank me for taking her down a notch, seems her favourite past time is getting herself into fights with our neighbours by seducing their men, I hope that I have sorted that out for now at least.
Still as I type this out, I have to admit I have let's say... Oh Ellen you are a big girl! I have been pleasuring myself thinking of the fight with that home wrecking old cow, hearing her howl like a wounded animal as I tore at her pussy from behind, it gives me goosebumps even now, deep down I know once her pride is back to what it was, that me and her will probably fight again, if she doesn't come knocking then I might need to pay her a visit.
Oh so why am I writing this to myself, well I am shocked by what happened next and need proof for myself, I actually fought one of my oldest friends! How the hell did that happen and had it really been brewing for years without me knowing, God I truly hate Carla, maybe she was right about me on one thing, I might be truly as naive as they come!
So after my fight and booting my boyfriend Clark out, I laid low a few days, partly to recover from the bout.. should I call it a bout like a prize fight? Anyway after my bout with Carla, I needed time to recover emotionally and physically, once I was healed in my mind, I texted back my friend Sharon, who had been texting me the day before when I was basically snoozing most of the day and taking a hot shower to soothe my body.
Now I should talk about Sharon right, I mean where to start, we grew up in the same street and honestly, she has been somewhat like a sister to me, we played together as kids, talked about boys as teenagers and celebrated each others success as adults, she became an accountant, while I work as a receptionist at a law firm, hoping to become a lawyer myself someday.
Where I am 5'5, 137lbs with brunette locks, Sharon is 5'7 and 145lbs with similar hair to me, dimples in her cheeks and a smile that lights up any room, God I sound like I wanna sleep with her! It's never been like that, instead I have always looked up to her, she is a few months older then me, going on 22 in a months time.
Anyway we texted back and forth for a bit, till I told her I needed to see her, any chance of a coffee at hers I suggested, she replied "sure" with a coffee emoji to show me she was brewing it for when I come over, I sent a kissing lips emoji back.. honestly I don't fancy her.
When I saw her she looked great in her emerald dress, clearly back from work, she waved me in as I felt not as hot in my black dress with white heels, leaving my heels at the door as I walked in, smiling as she handed me the brew and we sat at her kitchen counter, asking how the other was.
Now I know it's pointless putting all the family and friends stuff we spoke about here, I am not writing this to describe how her mother Gloria is doing well, though I am glad she is, she was such a wonderful woman who always had the time of day for me, miss seeing her..
Oops.. anyway the main point, so I decided I should tell Sharon about what happened, first telling her I booted Clark out the door, she admitted that she always had a sense about him, with her history of men, it might be more to do with how unlucky she is, so I get to the part about the fight, how I leapt on Carla, we fought like two wild animals nude and that I actually won!
Imagine my shock when I didn't get a "you go girl!" Instead it was a look of really? In reply, I asked "what's wrong, seeing Sharon squirm a little, I wondered what I had said, did she know Carla and I admitted beating a friend up she made without me knowing? Then she told me "look Ellen, I am glad you booted that cheat out but I have a hard time believing you won a fight, did Clark drag her out and you see that as a victory?" My mouth must have hit the floor, I mean I assume it had to!
"Excuse me? You know I am not a liar" I replied with indignation, no way I was going to be called a liar, even by a close friend, Sharon looked at me in a patronising way, telling me "ok Ellen, I am sure you won then" which made me do something I regretted instantly, I slapped Sharon across her left cheek.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry" I said in shock and really meant it, Sharon gave me a look I have never seen before, one of pure rage as she slapped me right back, my cheek burned I'll admit, but that fighting spirit that I felt against Carla returned, suddenly we were standing and hands were in hair, god Sharon was strong, pinning me to the kitchen counter, hissing "oh so you wanna prove how tough you are sweetie?" To me.
Our bare feet scrambled on her white tiles as I pushed myself off her counter, hair was being pulled out as we were really fighting, no simply hoping the other would come to their senses, this was a fight to the finish between us, had you told me when I stepped into her place this would happen, I'd call you nuts and laugh in your face, yet here I was, battling my best friend.
I slapped her around her side but didn't seem to do much, she yanked my head back viciously, making me whine out as I found myself looking at her lights, maybe by accident or by instinct, I reached up and slashed at her face with my left hand, hearing a cry of pain and separation between us as we pushed apart, Sharon held her cheek and I saw three small furrows I dug in, she held back tears as she stared hatefully at me, our friendship collapsing by the second.
"Done bitch?" I asked, her answer was to charge me as she drove me towards her white rug, while it felt soft under my toes, our hair pulling and clawing was not, arms got slashed as we desperately went for faces, she wanted to even the score and ended up getting my left cheek, snarling out in pain, punching her in her ribs with my right.
Soon our legs were tangled and I found myself on my right side, Sharon on her left as our eyes met, for the first time in my life I hated her, deep down honestly I have been jealous of her and judging by her expression, I think part of her was of me, maybe wishful thinking of course, at that moment we tore at anything we could, including dresses as we hissed, calling each other a bitch when we managed to rip at straps.
Soon our tits were both bared as neither of us wore a bra this evening, my 32D's on show and that cow's 34D's, she had shown me her bra once and I'll admit I wanted to call her a bitch for it, was she just being playful or trying to show me up, well I got my chance to go for her tits, digging my nails deeply into them, causing Sharon to howl out as she kicked at my shins, trying to make me back off her.
Realising soon enough it's better to match me then aimlessly kick, both of us must have sounded primal in my mind, though reality is we probably sounded more scared as we screamed, I snarled "I hate you" as she replied "feeling is mutual" legs locked together as we mauled each others tits, causing them to turn red.
Desperation took over as I headbutted Sharon on her nose, blood started to run as she yelped, clearly not expecting me to do that as she held her nose, I took my chance as I pushed myself atop of her, trying to rip her tits off as I pulled at them, she howled like a wounded animal, eyes shut as she kicked the floor, crying hard as she had clearly never felt pain like this.
"Fucking submit to me!" I screamed at her, Sharon shook her head but I pulled her tits in opposite directions, she tapped the rug as she had tears running down her cheeks, I asked again as I released a little pressure on her boobs, Sharon groaned "fuck... You win" and covered her face as I let go, no point humiliating someone I care about.
Getting off her I feel a little weak, fuck she is stronger then she probably realises, maybe I was lucky to beat her, I go to check on her but she bats my hands away, standing up off her, I decide it's best to retreat for now then rub it in that I beat her, getting my heels and trying to hold my top together, I leave her apartment and get as quickly out to my car as I can.
Walking through the hallway back to my place, I see Carla smoking in her doorway, we lock eyes as she looks me over, a rye smile on her lips as clearly she knows I have fought, I hiss "bitch" as I pass her, she replies "takes one to know one" making me stop a moment, am I the bitch in this situation or was it Sharon, I turn back to see Carla giving me a shit eating grin and decide to leave it for now.
Sitting on my sofa with a groan, I take my dress off that I will need fixing, sitting in just my black lace knickers, I decide to text Sharon, telling her "I am so sorry by what happened tonight, I will pay for any medical bills, I guess I need anger management classes, Ellen xx" hoping that would ease the tension.
It took her ten minutes to reply, probably cleaning up her nose, honestly I hope I didn't break it and ruin her looks, though what she wrote might make me change my mind, telling me "fuck you! This isn't over Ellen" clearly wanting revenge for me beating her down.
I just put the phone down, feeling tired but again that feeling hit me, my pussy was wet and I slowly removed my knickers, moaning as I pleasured myself, picturing me and Sharon both nude, locked up side by side, rolling and yanking out hair, hissing and sorting out whose the top cat in our relationship, crying out as the orgasm hit me and I felt ashamed of myself, seeing my juices over my hand and my sofa, what has become of me?
The respectful Ellen, now getting into catfights with rivals and friends, Ellen fingering herself dreaming of beating her friend, hence why I am writing in this journal again, I need to understand why I do this, maybe one person knows and I loathe to ask her, Carla might hold the answer...
