A few days passed after the election, and as everyone expected it was Rose who was elected as the representative. In the end, only her name remained, there were no other candidates, a landslide victory in every respect.
From the very next day, rumours began to circulate about what had happened between the two candidates, about what might have happened to make one of them give way to the other.
None of those rumours, however, were well-founded. Some said they had played rock,others thought it was simply a set-up. Some even suspected that the two girls had fought in some secret place, where only the strongest would win the place. Well, close enough rumour but not entirely correct. The idea was right, the context was not. Rose smiled as she felt people let her through the corridors, opening up as if afraid or respectful of her.
It wasn't a bad feeling to have become important, already the modelling career had drawn attention to herself, now she had even more. Rose never thought she liked being the centre of attention, especially at school.
Following the corridors, the British girl entered the school library, a large room on several floors, housing many encyclopaedias and books of all kinds, useful for in-depth research or to clear her mind.
Rose used that place to study in silence, once the door was closed the noise remained outside, as if banished from that place. Moreover, people were too intent on what they were reading rather than her.
As usual, the student headed for her table. In the northernmost, discreet and somewhat dark corner, a small table for four was always free.
No one used it, probably because of the awkward position in terms of functionality, being far from the shelves. Rose was probably the only one who sat there, which she did not mind. With her back to the wall, she sat down on the bench with the padded cushion, the only joy of that table lost in the divine light. Opening her own textbook, she immersed herself in her reading, listening only to her slow, steady breathing.
Rose could not tell how many minutes passed before she felt herself being watched. Looking up, she tried to take a quick glance around, but saw no one.
The feeling remained constant, Rose tried to concentrate on the book in front of her but the feeling continued to haunt her. It was out of the corner of her eye that she saw something move in the bookcase further back.
Quickly looking up, she caught a brown eye looking at her from afar. A girl was mostly covered by the tall cabinet, pretending to look for something but her eyes were focused on Rose.
The British student held her gaze, starting to breathe harder as she tried to restrain herself from shouting at the girl.
After a few seconds, however, the girl seemed to put the book down on the shelf, immediately coming out of her hiding place and advancing towards Rose.
Her slender silhouette moved as if dancing with each step, her bottom swaying left and right, sensual. Her black hair fluttered freely, falling over a green and white checked top. Tapered legs emerged proudly and sexily from a darker green skirt. Rose recognised the girl's arrogant gaze, realising what she wanted from her.
Bailey leaned against the table, pressing her palms against the wood and smiling at Rose her wavy hair falling past her shoulders. It wasn't hard to imagine why she was there, but the British student hadn't expected an attack even in the library.
"What do you want?" asked Rose in a low voice, immediately showing hostility.
The girl continued to smile for a few seconds, moving slightly away from the table and casting a glance at Rose's legs.
"I heard what happened with Elsa," Bailey said in a low voice, "I didn't expect her to lose to you."
Rose felt stymied by those words. It seemed Bailey underestimated her so much, a snub to her pride.
"Your friend tried, but I was too much for her evidently" sneered Rose, leaning her back against the back of the bench and crossing her arms under her breasts, raising them "but you didn't answer my question. What. Do. You. Want?"
Bailey growled amused. She had expected Rose's hot temper but seeing it in person was a damn sight better.
"You know why I'm here, sweetheart" Bailey said, bringing her face closer to Rose's "I don't let anyone hurt my friends"
"Well, you seem to have arrived late. Not that it would have changed anything if you had arrived on time,' Rose hissed, continuing to stare at the girl.
Bailey nodded, lowering her gaze, before getting up and moving. She sat down beside Rose, moving closer so that their legs were touching.
Bailey turned, facing Rose's gaze as she waited for the intrusive girl's next move. The British student felt the Australian girl's legs open slightly as Bailey's hand came down to caress her right leg.
Without stopping staring at each other, Rose felt her rival hand grasp her flesh, squeeze it gently and then release it, then Bailey walked her hand up her rival's thigh, entering Rose's black skirt until it touched the elastic of the briton's black panties.
Realising Bailey's intentions, Rose brought her hand down on the girl's left leg, smoothly moving forward until she reached the elastic of her rival's panties.
Panting, Bailey stepped closer to Rose, stopping just short of her lips and changing direction at the last.
"The first one cum loses" whispered the girl in Rose's ear "remember, you can't raise your voice"
The Australian girl slowly turned back, returning to stare Rose in the eyes. Waiting a few seconds, Bailey began to move her fingers over Rose's panties, starting to slowly twirl them around.
Rose's fingers, beginning to twirl them slowly.
Her fingers moved slowly, pressing lightly on the fabric but enough to make Rose blush suddenly. Although she knew what was about to happen, the start had captured her more than she thought.
Cupping her lips, the British girl began to massage Bailey's panties, feeling the rough fabric on her fingertips as she challenged the girl with her gaze.
In total silence, they were the only ones who could hear the rustle of their fingers on each other's panties, as their breathing increased as the pressure increased.
Rose stifled a breath as she felt her body begin to arouse. Bailey's fingers were working her panties well, and from the look on the Australian student's face, she understood her rival's feelings.
Bailey increased the speed of her fingers, adding one and massaging deeper. Rose felt her panties press against her lower lips, rubbing quickly as the heat increased.
Squinting, Rose increased her speed in turn, thrusting with her fingertips as she moved closer to her rival's body. Her breasts rested against Bailey's considerably smaller pair, enough to feel the other's body heat.
The Australian student bit her lower lip, feeling her rival's hand press against her pussy, responding to her attacks. She had spoken to Elsa, finding out how the British student had won against her.
Bailey's breasts were too small to compete with Rose, but she knew different ways to win her battles. Talking to the girls in her class, she discovered how active Rose was in the fights and immediately began to resent the girl.
A model, a model student, a sexy girl. All the things Bailey couldn't stand in a girl who wasn't her. Her grades were great, she was one of the hottest girls but she had never been called to be a model.
Rose on the other hand had, she had surpassed her, she had taken what Bailey wanted. When Rose smacked Elsa's tits, it was a chance for the Australian girl to put the British student in her place.
Curling her fingers, Bailey seemed to want to pierce the fabric of Rose's black panties, who gasped slightly. The Australian student smiled, increasing the force in her fingers as she pressed her nose against Rose's.
"Shhh... not yet," Bailey whispered.
Rose flushed again, the Australian girl seemed to take control of the duel. The girl could feel her pussy starting to get wet. Hissing into the rival student's face, Rose slid her fingers behind Bailey's white panties, finally touching the girl's pussy.
Bailey's eyes went wide, suddenly feeling the wave of pleasure increase as Rose's fingers entered her. The Australian girl felt the British fingers caressing her lips, slowly entering and leaving.
"I decide when it ends" Rose smiled, as Bailey tightened her lips and swallowed hard. Increasing the force and speed of her fingers, Rose saw her rival open her mouth, immediately closing it as if to stifle a groan.
Bailey cast a hateful glance at the student, gritting her teeth as she moved her fingers behind Rose's panties and entered her. With speed, the Australian girl began to rub her fingers over Rose's inner surface, watching as she lost her smile.
The British student rested her elbow on the coffee table, pressing the book in front of her as she stifled a moan. Although they were both focused on the struggle, resisting the pleasure that was building second by second, the two students had not forgotten where they were. In the silence of the library, any moaning or groaning from them would have been heard, attracting prying eyes and probably leading to a reprimand for behaviour unbecoming an educational institution.
Rose did not know what motivation made their duel difficult, whether the constant resistance against enemy attacks or the knowledge that they had to restrain any disturbing noise. Bailey increased the speed of her fingers again, moving in and out of her rival with a forced smile on her face. In her eyes, Rose could see the arrogance with which she was sure to win their duel.
The British student increased her speed in turn, and for a few seconds they both heard the sound of their fingers rubbing into their pussies, before Bailey attacked again.
Rose's eyes widened as Bailey's fingers touched her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout her body. Leaning back against the back of the bench, Rose closed her eyes as she found herself fighting her orgasm.
Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, although Bailey's pussy was also getting equally wet, Rose felt she was losing. Neither of them was clear about the other's erotic situation, just a few glances or reactions but for the most part the duel was a mind game.
Each of them only knew their own level of pleasure, occasionally feeling the vibrations of their rival's body with each passage of their fingers.
Cupping her lips, Rose attacked in the same way, finding Bailey's clit and massaging it with her fingers. The Australian girl clenched her fist in her other hand, also leaning against the coffee table for support.
Their breathing was interrupted every time the jolts of pleasure hit their bodies, both playing with their rival clits, squeezing and rubbing them gently, exchanging glances of jealousy and hatred.
After a full minute, the two girls broke eye contact. The pleasure was becoming unbearable to hold back, they both felt their own pussy starting to leak, but the sensation of their rival's pussy looking wetter kept them going.
Rose lifted her head, looking up at the ceiling as Bailey was leaning over the coffee table, looking down at them, their fingers twisting the enemy clit by all means, trying to give more pleasure to the other and trying to hold back as much of her own orgasm as possible.
Rose felt her fingers begin to go numb, the muscles in her hand and arm burning from the constant effort. Bailey felt how her nipples pierced her bra in obvious arousal, her legs trembling as the duel continued. The confidence she had at first was gone by a few minutes of constant agony, feeling her clit being used against her.
Rose forced herself to change tactics, taking Bailey's clit and pulling on it like a lever, shifting and pushing it continuously as she twirled it between her fingertips. She didn't know how long she could hold out, so she tried everything.
"Fuck... no..."
Bailey's faint voice came from under the table, still in a low voice but loud enough for Rose to hear. The British student felt Bailey's fingers curl before continuing to torment her with more vehemence, almost desperation.
The British girl closed her eyes, concentrating all of herself on resisting the orgasm as she tried to push her rival over the edge. The Australian student seemed to do the same, gritting her teeth as her fingers used the British clit as best they could, trying to push her rival over the edge.
After a few endless seconds, both on the verge of collapse, Rose finally felt Bailey's body tremble. Lowering her gaze, she saw the girl raise her head, her mouth wide open in a silent moan as her pussy squirted in Rose's hand.
Bailey's orgasm hit her hard, soaking part of her skirt as Rose's hand remained inside her, still bound to her clitoris. The British student felt Bailey's lifeless fingers slowly leave her, the Australian girl collapsing onto the coffee table, exhausted from the exhausting duel.
Rose withdrew her fingers a few seconds later, as they both gasped for breath. Her heart was beating incessantly, her body was ready to erupt at any moment, but she had managed to hold on until the end.
Wiping her fingers wet with Bailey's juices on the Australian girl's skirt, Rose grabbed her rival's black hair and lifted her head. Bailey grimaced but seemed to lack the strength to counter the move.
“Now you know what it means to face me, bitch,” hissed the British girl through clenched teeth.
Rose closed the book in front of her, then pushed the Australian student away. Quickly, Rose walked out of the library, avoiding all eye contact with any person, and returned home. Throwing the book on the bedroom floor, the British girl quickly took off her clothes.
Rose did not think she would last that long, but she knew that a few seconds and she would be the one to lose. She had been thinking about the fight the whole way, trying to keep the orgasm she kept holding back until she reached her bed.
Once on top of the bed, all it took was a single touch and her wet pussy erupted what she had been holding back until now, finally allowing herself the moans and groans she had stifled until now.
