The following short story was written for my friend, from her point of view, and is a dramatization of an actual event that happened in her life. It is posted here with her kind permission. At the time of the fight my friend, Julie, was 36 years old, 5’3 tall, long blonde hair, slim with natural 34D breasts. Her friend Stephanie was 36 years old, 5’4 tall, slim build, with 36D breasts (implants). They were an off and on couple for 2 years in their late 20’s.
Julie’s Sexfight
About a year ago I was at a 60th birthday party, there was a couple of hundred guests there and one of them was a girl I knew from when I was younger. Stephanie was the same age as me, similar build but with dark brown shoulder length hair and blue eyes. We had had a couple of drunken nights together years before, but we had ended our friendship after a blazing row over her being jealous that I was interested in guys as well as women.
She was still a beautiful looking woman and was dressed in a backless knee length cream dress that had a plunging neckline that showed off her ample breasts and a split up the front nearly giving everyone a view of her panties (if she was wearing any) We had been at the party for an hour or so and she finally had enough wine to pluck up the courage to come and talk with me. We made our apologies over how we had parted previously and ended up drinking and dancing the night away. Before we knew it the party was over, it was 2am and there was no place to head to next so I asked her if she wanted to come back to mine for some wine. She agreed and we hopped in a taxi for the short trip back to my flat.
Wine always makes me horny, and we were seriously flirting with each other. We had finished a further 2 bottles, I was pretty drunk, and I found myself thinking about the great sex I wanted to have with her right at that minute. My mood was changed almost instantly though, I had forgotten how bad a drunk Stephanie could be. She could be laughing and joking in one moment and then a raging banshee the next – and that’s how the night seemed to be going.
She sneered at me “We could have had all this before you know! but you decided you liked dick and put acting like a dirty little whore above our friendship!” The anger in her voice took me aback and I really wasn’t prepared to put up with her shit in my own home. “I think it’s time you left Stephanie!” I told her in a calm voice as I stood up from the sofa. “The truth hurts eh Julie?” she answered as she stood up and faced me. “Get out! Get out of my home!” I answered angrily. She looked even hotter when angry and I noticed her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her dress like fat fingertips. “We both know if I was some random guy with a hard cock, in a dirty alleyway, you’d be begging me to fuck you, because that’s the slut you are!” she spat back at me.
My anger got the better of me and I slapped her hard across the face. I saw myself doing it in slow motion and after what seemed an eternity (more like a split second) I realised what I had done and wanted to apologise. “Steph I’m so sorr..” was all I managed before she grabbed for my hair and slapped me on the face back “Fucking cow” she screamed as she pushed me backwards on to the sofa.
As we struggled trying to control each other by viciously pulling hair and twisting each others heads around we rolled off the sofa on to the floor. Steph was straddling me and I could see her dress was now down around her waist showing off her beautiful tits with their large areola and fat hard nipples. My own dress had ridden up around my waist showing off my knickers and my stockings as I kicked out trying to buck her off me.
I let go of her hair with my right hand and I sunk my nails into her left boob as it was hanging over me. She shrieked as I squeezed it hard, and I managed to roll her off of me. As I did so Steph grabbed my dress and tore the front of it down, exposing my boobs and my equally hard nipples. As we rolled and struggled across the floor her dress was now fully around her waist, and I could see that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.
Although we were physically fighting it didn’t feel like it. In fact our bodies being pressed together as we pulled hair, slapped and scratched each other was turning me on. There were moments of pain though. Steph dragged her long nails down across my tit and over my hard nipple – leaving 3 large red, angry looking welts on the skin, I repaid her by kneeing her in between her legs, and I could feel how wet her pussy was and it turned me on even more.
At that point we separated and stood up facing each other. Both of our dresses fell to the floor. I looked at Steph standing naked in front of me. Her hair was a mess, breathing heavily, sweating, her tits were red from the slaps, squeezing and scratches I had given them – she looked so hot. I was standing there wearing only my black knickers. One stocking was still on (although torn in places) and the other was down loosely around my calf.
We stared at each other and before I could hold up my hands and ask her how we had come to this Steph lunged forward and grabbed me by the throat. I punched her in the side of the head and for about a minute what had been a rather physical argument turned into an actual fight as we both threw punches at each other with grabbing handfuls of hair. She was stronger than me though and as I managed to step onto my own stocking Steph managed to push me down onto the rug in the middle of the floor. Before I could react she was on top of me, pinning my arms down with her hands, I tried to struggle and managed to get one arm free but as I brough my hand up to grab her tit she slapped me across the face leaving me with a red cheek.
Steph managed to get control of my free hand and pin me down again. What happened next really took me aback. She leant forward and kissed me on the lips, she lingered there for a moment before pulling back and softly biting my bottom lip as she pulled away.
She shifted her body forward so her legs were pinning down my arms at my shoulders, I was left staring into her dripping pussy. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head forward “Eat it bitch!” she growled. I protested but she slapped me with her free hand. “I want you to taste me” As she pulled my hair even harder and forced my face against her wetness. I started to flick her swollen clit with my tongue, she tasted so sweet and she let out a gasp and arched her back in pleasure. Still holding onto my hair with one hand she reached back and pushed my knickers to the side and slid 2 fingers into my soaking wetness. I let out a moan. “You like that bitch?” she asked me as she started to roughly fuck my pussy with her fingers.
As I sucked and flicked faster with my tongue, I could feel her going weak and I knew she was about to orgasm. I seized my chance and I rolled to the side and unbalanced her enough so I could break the hold she had on me. With my hands free I grabbed both her tits with my hands and pinched her hard nipples. I soon let go and we were both rolling soon rolling across the floor trying to dominate each other. While we were struggling on the rug somehow Steph managed to reach down and pull my knickers off. My stockings had both also come off in the struggle. We were both naked, our bodies glimmering with sweat, boobs pressed against each other as we each tried to get the upper hand.
We were kissing again – as we each had a hand in the others hair tugging at it. I could feel Steph’s other hand on my boob, her long nails tweaking and pinching my hard nipple, making me draw breath with every flick of unexpected pain. I slipped 2 fingers into Steph’s shaved pussy. It was so wet and tight, I roughly wiggled my fingers on her g-spot and she started moaning loudly as her pussy tightened around my fingers.
She stopped pulling my hair and instead gripped my throat and started to choke me as she moved her other hand from my tit down to my pussy where she slipped 2 fingers into me. The mutual masturbation was so hot especially as she was still choking me and stopping me getting air. At the very point I thought I was going to black out I came so hard, covering Steph’s hand in my sticky love juice.
She still had a hand around my throat but brought her other hand up to my mouth “Lick it bitch!” as she pushed her sticky fingers into my mouth “See I’m better than any dick!”
At this point she rolled away from me, stood up collected her clothes, shoes and bag and left the room. As I lay there a minute or so later, I heard the front door close and she was gone.
