The third story in my Kelly series written with the help of Kid Presentable BL and PJS.
I'm getting a Kelly time line happening.
This story retells from a different point of view the story Jenn told in Winning isn't Everything “Hey Kelly” I hugged her, lifting her off her feet and whirling her around, “how are you? How was the trip?”
"Oh put me down Peter” she giggled, “You can’t do this in the arrival lounge at O’Hare.”
“Why not?” I lifted her up again and kissed her. She was loving this.
“People will talk.” She kicked her feet in the air.
“Let them.” I squeezed her tightly and kissed her again.
“Peter Balfour put me down now.”
Holding her up in the air and smothering her face with kisses I retorted, “What’s the magic word?”
“Oh ok you got me there, put me down please.” She panted breathlessly.
I did, reluctantly and making sure I got a final grope in. “How was the trip?”
“Shitty! It started shitty- I still cannot believe some hoon slashed all my tyres in James Street Car Park and it stayed shitty, I didn’t make the sales I wanted, the motel was a dump.”
"I’ve got the new tires darling; you don’t have to worry about that. And I’m sorry about the rest of it.” I kissed her again.
"Also I was away from you for too long,””
“Oh that is so sweet of you.”I lifted her off her feet and whirled her around again.
“Put me down! Now!” Kelly slapped my face playfully. “And I’m not sweet; I’m suspicious, Peter Balfour and I couldn’t keep tabs on you from Seattle. What have you been up to?”
“Aww don’t you trust me?”
“No I don’t” she smiled, turning and kissing me,” I know you too well.” She linked her arm in mine as I grabbed her luggage
“Well apart from getting you new tyres, I’ve been at work."
“Is that all, work and no play makes Peter a dull boy and I don’t think you’re ever dull. You’re holding back on me, I know you are, out with it.”
“Well I did go to the beach. But I’ve got something to show you. Come on let me buy you coffee. I need to borrow your laptop.”
Fifteen minutes later we were sitting in a corner booth of a coffee shop, coffee, cake and cookies before us and Kelly’s laptop set up with wifi connected. "The guys and me had taken Drew Redmond to the beach. As you said, he needed support; Cindy was giving him a hard time.”
“What do you mean was, she’s always giving him a hard time!”
“Maybe not any more, we got him to take your advice.”
“What do you mean?”
“All will be revealed.”
"What?" Kelly blinked, she was incredulous, for once I was not at her beck and call.
"Be patient dearest."
“Peter Balfour!” Kelly’s hackles rose.
“Yes dear, just be patient, all will be revealed. I really do think I can tell my story my own way.” It was the nearest I’d come to rebuffing Kelly since we started going out. I’d decided, although I did like domineering women, Kelly had to learn I was no errand boy, jumping to her command.
"‘I’d told him what you said- that he needed a circuit breaker. I said “Bud, you need to do something, she strings you along all the time. She keeps promising but not delivering. How often have you asked her to move in with you? You're a good guy; you're a better father to her kids than their real father. You're always helping her out. What does she do for you?"
He just grunted. I gave him your advice. Kelly says, ‘Drew should give Cindy an ultimatum: shape up or ship out. Cindy just keeps him dangling. Drew needs to take some other girl out, go out to a party and pick someone up. Something like that has to be better than being Cindy’s lackey.’”
“Yes, and I’ve told him that to his face, so what made the difference? What was your magic lever” Kelly snapped, peeved at the thought of Drew – or anyone else acting on her advice relayed to them second hand when they hadn’t acted on it when she’d told them directly."
I wondered whether I needed to take her advice too, whether I was just Kelly’s lackey. I had the solution at hand. I opened an album on my Flikr account. “See anyone you know?”
“Oh my god!” Kelly dropped her cup, spilling coffee.
I stifled my laugh by biting my tongue. Never had I seen Kelly so surprised. I covered my smirk by dabbing the table dry with a napkin.
“The brunette- the one I fought, the one you fantasised about! The one I beat, destroyed, the one I whored out. I knew I couldn’t trust you. You’ve still got the hots for her.” Kelly glanced at me, her eyes flashing.
“Kelly darling, you’re telling this all wrong, you should be saying, ‘The brunette who brought us together.’” Sliding my arm round her waist, I pulled her close and kissed her.
“Don’t soft soap me” She wriggled an inch or so away, again she looked at me with flashing eyes. “What is this, and what does it have to do with Drew and Cindy?” She looked back at the picture. “Oh my God, Fiona Burke!”
“Who?”It was my turn to be surprised.
“The blonde; someone I know. Anyway –as you reminded me it’s your story. Go on and tell it. After you tell me what this has to do with Drew and Cindy.”
“It was Drew who pointed them out. I thought he was just avoiding the issue – that he needed a circuit breaker- till Jim chimed in. I looked. There they were; this beach bunny type blonde you say her name’s Fiona- and” I paused, gloatingly, I’d played this scene in my mind countless times since it happened the afternoon before I picked Kelly up, trying to choose the words that would startle her most, “yes, that wanton, big, voluptuous stacked brunette arguing, loudly.”
Kelly gasped, I glanced across, her eyes narrowed, she was white, her hand gripped my wrist. "What the fuck do you see in this bitch? She sucked you. You want that again?"You want to fuck her Pe-ter. You want to fuck the fat bitch?"
"I’ve got you."
"Yeah you do. So what's with her?"
“Kelly dearest, are you jealous?” I knew I was almost challenging but I didn’t expect Kelly’s response.
“She’s a whore, a slut. You know that."Kelly panted, gasping between each word. “You told me at least she sucked off at least a dozen men and another dozen or so fucked her. You’ve got a picture- I’ve seen it - it’s probably on your flikr account of her - cum oozing from her pussy, cum matting her hair, cum all over her face, cum dripping off her chin, cum on her breasts. And you want to fuck that slut?”
Kelly had to be seriously jealous to describe that brunette that way. And yes, I’d provoked her into that jealousy; I ran my phrase "wanton, big, voluptuous stacked brunette" over in my mind and yes I’d riled her. For the first time in our relationship Kelly was not in control, Kelly didn’t know what I was thinking. “But Kelly she wasn’t always like that." I wanted to tell Kelly how the brunette appeared when I first saw her, one look at Kelly's white, twitching face warned it against that- for the moment. I compromised "She wasn't like that yesterday."
"No? How was she yesterday?" Kelly snapped. "Tell me I want to know, No I need to know why in spite of everything you have the hots for that brunette. Tell me how she was!"
“At the start she was arguing, but no she wasn't the same woman as argued with you. Yes she was angry. She snapped, glaring at Fiona. “Hey what's this bitch business? You want to watch your tongue and don't be rude and say bitch to me. You too could be watching out if so you wouldn't have walked into me. "
“I looked at her, wondering whether history was repeating itself, after all that was how you picked your fight with the brunette” I squeezed Kelly’s hand gently, I knew I needed to placate her, my scheme for unsettling her had worked perhaps too well. “Kelly, you played that brunette so well. From the moment you cannoned into her, spilling your drink over her top you were in control. You smiled when she demanded an apology- oh that smile my love , I have that picture, it showed to her, to the people around, it shows to me now, your contempt for her, your boredom with the whole scene that was building. That smile alone was enough to make that hot tempered brunette's anger spill over to fury. Oh yes my dear you had her picked, you played her, you had her hot headed, so angry, so furious she didn’t know what she was doing.
"But she wasn't angry or furious yesterday- well not at the start anyway. Far from it. She seemed uncertain, her voice quavered, she took a step back. Perhaps she was scared.“
“Of course she was fucking scared, I’d destroyed her. Remember, before I handed the slut over to be fucked, remember her lying on her back on the sand; remember her snivelling, whimpering, begging. She was scared shitless then.” Kelly paused, she took a deep breath. She was still white, she was trembling, never had I seen her so worked up. “And Peter Balfour remember it got worse for her. Remember I got a team of guys to pick her up, to throw her in the lake. Remember her whimpering, pleading to them to let her go. Remember it got worse still. I spanked her butt. Remember her counting the number of times I spanked her. Remember her whimpering with lust.” Kelly’s face was even whiter, it was as if the blood had drained from her face, she was twitching. I had never seen her so wrought. “”Remember Peter Balfour? Remember I utterly destroyed that woman- that woman you still lust for. Remember I broke her, I turned her inside out, I taught her submission. Have you got a thing for losers? Well have you? “
“No darling, I’ve got a thing for ruthless domineering women who win- for alpha women. That’s why I have a thing for you.”I kissed her. I knew I had to placate her. “And yes I do remember the lesson you taught her, it was so hot, it was such a turn on- hell it is such a turn on, every time I think about it, every time I look at that slideshow, it turns me on. Oh yes I remember the lesson you taught her.”I’d placated her enough, time to stoke her fires a little again. “But the brunette must have forgotten her lessons. She snapped at Fiona “You blonde bitch. Are you a true blonde or just naturally dumb?”
Kelly hissed. "So she was as arrogant as ever- did she still think she was an alpha bitch after what I’d done to her. Or maybe she’s just dumb. I’d outsmarted her before she laid a finger on me. Remember” Kelly looked at me, she was still pale, still angry and still jealous. For once I knew what she was thinking not the other way, for once I was playing the mind games. Remember Peter Balfour we’d had a verbal joust.”
“Yes Kelly I remember, I've already told you today you won that convincingly. By the end of that little chat the brunette had two options, fight or surrender. And everyone on the beach knew it. Everyone knew you'd bested her. And equally everyone saw she wasn’t about to surrender; call it arrogance or plain dumb, she was going to fight you. But that wasn’t what happened yesterday, not with Fiona. Or at least we didn’t think so. Yesterday the brunette gulped, her mouth hung slackly open, her body seemed to wilt. Had she realised she was digging her own grave with her mouth? Fiona did, and she made the best of it, all but handing her a shovel snapping, “What did you say girl?” Whatever the brunette was doing, Fiona was not backing down; oh no her whole body language told us she was spoiling for a fight, her hands up ready to defend or jab, her eyes watchfully fixed on the brunette; her body just slightly hunched protectively. “Please get your big ass out of my way!”Fiona bawled the brunette out. Then for a moment Fiona relaxed, stood upright, emitted a huge sigh which had to be forced; she was telling the world she found the whole situation boring and the brunette way beneath her.”
“Fiona was playing her, she’s as bad a girl as I am” Kelly almost giggled. “But what does that tell you about that brunette. She’s dumb, she’s aggressive, she doesn’t know how to avoid trouble. This was probably the first time she’d ventured onto a beach- any beach- since I destroyed her. And yet you still lust for this dumb losing slut. How can you? What has she got that I...”Kelly broke off.
I am sure she was about to add, “That I don’t have?” Kelly had wound herself up again. Yes she and Fiona had both played the brunette and she had played me- yes I’d enjoyed it, I loved what she did to me but yes she had played me. And now for once I was playing her. She swallowed, took a few deep breaths and added. “This is all very interesting Peter but where is it going? How does it have anything to do with Drew and Cindy?”
“Wait and see dear,” I told her. “Fiona pushed the brunette, not hard but just enough to get the message across that Fiona was calling the shots. Here see for yourself “I switched to the second Flikr photo- showing Fiona’s hands on the brunette’s shoulders clearly shoving I didn’t think any woman on a beach with so many guys looking on would ignore a push like that. The brunette had to retaliate. She’d been played, just like you played her. You painted her into a corner. So did Fiona. You picked the fight by bumping into her- so I am sure did Fiona. You showed her up as a dumb loudmouth in your verbal joust. So did Fiona- though not as well as you did. You set her up so she had to fight or back down. You did better than Fiona. You did it by words alone. Fiona had to push her. And yet she didn’t. She stood her ground but said quite mildly, “Hey don’t you be so rude.”
'Still the brunette didn’t budge. She looked Fiona in the eye "How about you behave or do you need a lesson in manners girl?"
“‘Are you looking for a fight bitch?” Fiona growled. "You don't want to go there. I'm not in the mood. Just get out of my way please." I was surprised when the brunette did so. She stepped aside. Fiona was equally amazed. Kelly, I don’t think anyone else was looking at Fiona's face as closely as I was, so I don't think anyone saw the amazement on Fiona's face, she gasped, her mouth hung open, her eyes were wide. Yes it was over in a split second. But it was then I knew what I’ve been telling you for the last few minutes – that Fiona had been playing the brunette, angling for a fight."
"You really are so slow Peter Balfour" Kelly slapped my wrist. "I'd have known that much earlier."
"Yes but you know Fiona, anyway do you want to know what happens?
"Kelly looked at me sharply for a long moment. "You know I do."
"Then let me tell you. The brunette looked at Fiona, saying "So you're not looking for a fight! Well then leave me alone! Let me be and apologize and go on your own way." She was still undecided. . The brunette stumbled. She pushed back; I think that was almost involuntary, it was more she was trying to stand. But it was enough -Fiona had her fight. That's it bitch! You are going down and out." She hissed, slapping the brunette's face hard. And Kelly right then I shuddered; I had a feeling this was going to be a good fight."
"You wanted the brunette to beat Fiona." It wasn’t a question. Kelly was so sure she knew. She stroked one of her slim manicured fingers down the side of my face. "You thought she'd beat me. You wanted her to beat me.”
There was no use hiding it, I’d admitted it the first time we met. “Yes I did, I’d seen her pound that skinny mom. I sized you up against her; she was bigger, heavier even if you were an inch or two taller. I thought she’d trash you. That was before I discovered just how ruthless you were. I’ll never forget the horror, the surprise on the brunette’s face when you bit her. A moment before she was all but smirking; she thought- I thought too- she had the fight as good as won.” But I didn’t want Kelly reminiscing too much about her victory. “Yesterday she wasn’t fighting you. She was fighting Fiona.” I showed her the next photo, the brunette with a fistful of Fiona's hair and slapping Fiona's face. "She was just mucking about, so different to the woman who gave you so much trouble early on in your match." I pressed return again, showing the next picture, Fiona slamming her knee into the brunette's belly.
Kelly smiled grimly. "Fiona had the right idea."
I smiled, I'd succeeded, Kelly was focused on the fight. I played another ace. "Fiona had more than the right idea, she knew the brunette."
Kelly gasped. "What?"
"Yes Fiona knew her, hissing at her enemy “Take it whore. What's the matter bitch not talking so tough now? Nah, I know you Peccavi, you’re a $20 whore who fights and loses." She kicked the brunette-- Peccavi's leg" I showed Kelly my next slide. “Peccavi broke away, the two women traded punches- see?" I ran a few more slides for Kelly. ". Fiona was winning till Peccavi kneed her in the gut. She must have winded Fiona, for she pummelled Fiona's belly and head. Fiona doubled over; she hammered her shoulder into Peccavi's gut"
"Great picture Peter" Kelly pointed, "You’ve caught her- Peccavi's pain, her surprise perfectly. She must have thought she'd won; that Fiona had folded when she doubled over. Peccavi is a slugger. She's a brawler. She's limited. She doesn't have much fighting skill. After the first few minutes I could usually anticipate her next move. She couldn't anticipate mine."
"Yes but Fiona made some mistakes too. Look." I showed the next sequence, Fiona kicking Peccavi, ripping her t shirt, body slamming her and Peccavi fighting back, pushing and shoving. "She’s strong as well as heavy, Fiona should have done what you did, keep away and pepper Peccavi with punches and wear her out. Instead, she was letting Peccavi dominate her. See." I showed Kelly some more photos. "I was sure Peccavi was about to win when some guy called out, distracting Peccavi she turned. It was odd, the oddest thing happened: this guy- see I took his photo - yelled out. Peccavi turned, she blanched. Fiona kicked her in the gut."
"I told you she was dumb, but being distracted by some guy when you're fighting is dumber than even I thought she was."
"Fiona didn't get much joy, she tried to charge, Peccavi outsmarted her," I inwardly smiled - I was sure that Kelly would change her mind, she would see there was a better explanation for Peccavi' s behaviour. "She sidestepped; Fiona impaled herself on her Peccavi's knee. See for yourself. " I showed the next picture "Now my dear, who do you think that brunette learned that trick from?" I squeezed Kelly's hand.
"A lady doesn't like to boast" Kelly’s giggle sounded forced.
"Peccavi didn't capitalise, she just stood there, letting Fiona attack again. The blonde kicked her thigh, then punched Peccavi's gut. Peccavi crumpled. That guy sad something again, again Peccavi looked at him, she seemed to blanch. Fiona grabbed Peccavi's hair pushing her head between her thighs and clamping them tight. Holding the brunette's head in a standing head scissors. See" I showed the next photo." Fiona savagely yanked the waistband of Peccavi's bikini. Peccavi screamed as the wedgie ripped her cxnt. The bottoms split, Fiona twirled them round in the air. Next moment she shrieked in pain, Peccavi had clawed at her thighs and got free."
"Fiona had celebrated too soon, silly bitch."
"Yes that was the turning point, Peccavi hunkered down she slammed her head into Fiona's tummy. Fiona went down with Peccavi on top. For a moment they writhed around in the sand. Peccavi got up, she turned the tables. In a moment she had Fiona's head between her thighs, Fiona's ankle in her hand, pulling her, arching her so Fiona’s shoulders were all that touched the ground. Fiona flailed around " I showed the picture.." She couldn’t do anything. Peccavi let her go, Fiona flopped to the ground. Peccavi sat on her face." again I showed Kelly the picture.
“So, the slut won. Fiona must have had a bad day.”Kelly snapped.
“You don’t have a good word for Peccavi. Why do you hate her so? Are you jealous of her? You’ve no reason to be” I looked across at her. I’d had my fun, for the first time I’d scored over her. It was time to win her by soft words. “But you are. No don’t deny it, I can see it. Kelly,” I cupped her chin in my hand, “watching you destroy that wanton , big, voluptuous stacked brunette, was the hottest thing I have ever seen in all my life. It still is. From the time I saw her dive in the lake and swim after those kids’ ball I’d wanted her. I watched her swim, strong, fluid, confident strokes; a woman who was doing something for some upset kids, a woman who was doing something that set her apart from all the rest of that meat market on the beach. I watched her stand up out of the water and give the ball back. She looked like Jane Russell or any other of those 1940s sex sirens, sure she was a bit plump- no let’s be honest she was overweight but she was hot. And she knew it. She walked back to her friends knowing a lot of guys were looking at her, a lot of guys wanted to chat with her, a lot of guys wanted to buy her a drink. And I was one of them.
“Then I watched her flirt with the kids’ father. Pretty harmless stuff.- until his wife came back. That argument which built into a fight so quickly – a fight she won with almost no effort- showed another side to her. She was aggressive, powerful, used to fighting, used to winning, she brooked no opposition, she expected to get what she wanted. And I was fantasising about her when you appeared.
“I thought you were stringing me on, ‘Kelly cat’ you called yourself, and I thought I’d be Pete- the kitten’s latest ball of wool. You were so perfect, so self assured, you knew the impression you’d made on me and you walked off. And yes, I had this vision of the brunette straddling you, your feet kicking helplessly in the sand as the brunette pummelled your arrogance out of you.
“No darling let me go on.” I squeezed her hand. “I tried to forget about you, the brunette, how she’d demolished the young mom, everything that had gone on. I thought I’d succeeded till late afternoon, when all the families had gone home and that beach is taken over by twenty and thirty- somethings, you know it’s a meat market then. I saw that same brunette again. She prowled up the beach, wet t- shirt clinging to her every curve, nipples jutting, breasts jiggling with every stride. Arrogance, power, yes domination, oozed from every pore.
“You destroyed her in less than 15 minutes.
"Watching you do that, watching you defend- yes she got you on the ground twice in the early part of the fight- when I was still cheering for her but you fought back, watching you start to turn the fight round by that brutal, savage, animalistic bite, watching you wear her out, watching you struggle with her on the ground for a third time, watching you get to your feet while she was still getting to her knees, watching you knee her under the chin sending her reeling onto her back, watching you stamp then bounce on her belly and finish her off was so sexy, so hot.
“It wasn’t just that you were so brutal, so ruthless, so violent- I’m not really a sadist, no it was that you took away her arrogance, her power, her domination. You stood there, your foot planted in her belly in that classic victory pose while she snivelled, whimpered begged. She knew she had been outclassed, she knew you’d stolen her power, she knew you could do anything you liked to her- and” I chuckled, “you just about did. She lay there abject, humiliated , terrified, boiling with impotent rage, resentment and hate. Oh yes I could see it, I could almost taste it, she hated losing, she hated the humiliation but above all she hated you.
“And there was nothing that she could do about it. That was what was so hot. That was what was such a turn on. You had totally dominated her. Getting that blowjob was like after dinner mints. I’d already had the main course.
“And that” I finished my speech, “is what turned me on so, is why I loved seeing that catfight so much. You –as you said earlier- turned her inside out.” I kissed her.
“Peter.”
“Mmmm”I kissed her again.
“Stop it, look at the pictures, she’s fingering herself.”
I must have hit return a couple of times while we kissed. “Yes she did, I wondered why."
Show me those last pictures again- the one with her looking at the guy." Kelly said, then when I did she pointed. "Yes. Now Peter, look at her face. Carefully."
"Err yes"
"She doesn’t look like a woman who’s just won does she?"
"No, now you come to mention it, she looks scared."
"Do you think scared is a good word? Where have you seen that look before, think about it Peter." I all but gritted my teeth. Kelly had regained her ascendency, she was a school ma'am, I the recalcitrant student." I’d been way too sweet and gentle. She tapped her finger on the screen. "Look carefully, think back. Do you think scared is an apt description Peter?"
I looked, "She's afraid - of him- not of Fiona, she beat Fiona, and there's resentment, she hates being afraid of him, she hates him too, she's helpless, she hates that too. And somewhere, somehow there’s lust there too. The same mix as she showed when you beat her, the same mix Alison showed when you beat her. And almost the same mix Kim showed when you hauled her into line after flirting with me. "
"Yes, it’s all summed up in two words 'abject submission'.
"So why is Peccavi abjectly submitting to that guy, she's just won a fight."
The guy's got some sort of hold over her. I know who he is, Alan Lobsey, Fiona's boyfriend."
I whistled, "that makes sense, there was this story going round Lobsey - I've never met him, never knew what he liked- and two other guys- I know one of them- met this drunk fat girl on an L station one night a couple of months ago. The story is she'd lost a fight in some bar, she was half stripped, Lobsey and his buds got her to give head. Joe says Lobsey persuaded her, never laid a finger on her. I bet that fat drunk was Peccavi. And yes it explains what happened after this.”
“What did happen?”
“Peccavi came all over Fiona’s face. She wanted to strip Fiona. Lobsey tried to stop her, she seemed to listen to him, to be on the verge of doing as he wanted when he seemed to change his mind. He made her stand up- and yes she just obeyed him. He introduced her to the crowd as “Jenn Peccavi.” He got the crowd to vote on whether she could strip Fiona. A foregone conclusion- of course we wanted to see the blonde stripped.- see I took a photo of her doing it.
He kept calling her ‘this slut', yes objectifying her. She complained, she didn’t like being called a slut, she hung her head. He got the crowd to vote on whether she was a slut- saying boo if you think she is. Everyone booed; everyone that is except Drew."
“”Everyone except Drew was right, she is a slut. You know that I know that. Kelly snapped. "She’s a loser slut. What did you say a moment ago, that you loved seeing her lying there on the sand, defeated you forgot a few things, first she'd spread her legs- yes I told to spread them wider but the slut had them spread already. Oh yes she was ready for a fuck. And second , she'd wanted a gang bang- you saw the break in the fight, you saw her wink at that stocky guy. And third her pussy was not just wet, it was dripping.
"Kelly I’ve heard you, Jenn heard the crowd booing her, calling her for the slut she is. She wilted"
"It's Jenn now is it? Kelly pounced. "You have the hots for her. What’s wrong with you, you want to fuck that slut ",
It was time to fess up and shock her. "Yes Kelly I do want to fuck her, I want to fuck her because is a slut, because is meaningless, emotionless. And what is more," and here I opened my heavy artillery, "You don't mind me doing so. And that's why you whored her out. If you'd minded you'd have taken me aside. No Kelly, not only do you not mind me doing so, you want me too. You want me to fuck her because she’s a slut- because you know I love and care for you, and that the mindless fucking she gets - the mindless fucking which is all she deserves, degrades her even more. It's part of your power trip Kelly. Admit it."
Kelly stared at me, "You were telling me what happened " I knew she was avoiding the issue, that she was shocked that I'd stripped off one of her masks, that she needed time to regroup.
I decided to play along with her. "Yes I was, Jenn was in deep shit. Not only did Lobsey have that strange hold on her, the crowd know she was a slut- she knew every guy was licking his lips at the thought of her putting out. And it got worse, some guy forced his way to the centre , grabbed Peccavi's wrist, kissed and mauled her tits. She protested, he insisted.
"That's no way to win a girl- not even a slut like her!" Drew said. He was right, Peccavi kneed the oaf in the balls and punched him. He collapsed groaning on the sand .
"It was time to try my idea. "Jim, I'll bet you $100 that Drew can fuck her today. I turned to Drew, "That is of course if you try. And I'll bet you the same that if you do try you'll succeed." Drew protested. I went on "No Drew, no buts, especially no buts about Cindy. When was the last time she put out for you? Hell when was the last time she did anything for you? No Drew, do it, too bad if Cindy finds out. No, no it’s too good if she does. Kelly is right, what Cindy needs is to think she has some competition. She won't want to lose you. Go on, go out there. What can go wrong? At the worst you'll get a fuck. At the best you'll get Cindy to heel. In between you might even get a new fuck buddy."
“Yes Kelly fuckbuddy describes Peccavi well, she'd spread her legs for anyone, no strings attached. That's why you don’t mind me fucking her.' I'd underlined my point.
"The guys egged Drew on, he stepped up to the plate raising Jenn's hand. "Cheer for this babe. She saw off that jerk.” The crowd cheered. "Pose for us Jenn; put your foot on the idiot’s belly."
“Hey I said put your foot on his belly, not stamp on it.
"You didn't say I couldn't" she giggled.
Some people,..Give them an inch and they'll take a yard."
You know Drew; he likes to banter, so apparently did Jenn Peccavi. They hit it off, trading ever more corny lines. Drew was lucky that the beach management showed him Jenn, the whole group on that huge screen they have -behind the band stand."Hey babe, this is your fifteen minutes of fame."
Jenn wilted at some snide comment - I couldn't hear it- from Lobsey. Drew cuddled her, soothed her. The band started to play. Drew tried to get her to dance; he wore her initial resistance down"
Of course he did, the slut's an exhibitionist. Any resistance was just pretence!" Kelly snapped.
"Pretence or true, he soon ended it. He got the crowd on his side, cheering her on to ever more outrageous behaviour, dancing naked letting him play with her breasts.
Lobsey said something that put her back in her shell. I couldn’t hear it but it scared her, almost back into that abject submission.
Again Drew broke that connection of fear and power, addressing Lobsey for the first time. . "The lady’s made a choice and that choice is not to be with you. So back off, or are you going to show everyone here what a coward you are by forcing her? Perhaps you need to show the crowd that you can only get a girl by force." He pulled Peccavi back into him; she slid her hands down his sides, then to his ass. Drew stroked her tummy he played with her tits. He slipped one hand down, he stroked her pussy lips. He stroked her pussy lips.
“Oh fuck oh, oh, oh shit."
He slid a finger inside her. "Imagine every guy wanting to do this."
She sobbed, took Drew's hand and they walked off the beach together.
I looked back at Fiona; Lobsey helped her up and gave her a quick hug, but then instead of just getting her the hell out of there, was subjecting her to the full Monday morning quarterback routine. He was not happy that she'd lost and like a bad coach after his team lost was telling her that. I thought seriously of telling him to lay off till I noticed Fiona's back and shoulders, tense up. Her whole body swung into a full blooded punch that ended at her boyfriend’s nose! He staggered back clutching both hands to his face. I laughed so hard I nearly fell over, tears streamed from my eyes. By the time I'd recovered they'd both disappeared. I didn't get a pic. I’m sorry dear I know you'd have loved that.”
Oh yes Peter I would have, imagine Fiona breaking his nose. Classic. I'll dine out on that story for days.
We got home, "Help me unpack hon" Kelly said from the bedroom. I walked in, she was naked; she slapped me hard across the face, making my head spin. "That's for lusting after that Peccavi slut." As I turned back to face her she slapped me again with her other hand, making my head spin the other way. "That's for lusting after that slut Fiona Burke." Then she entwined her hands behind my neck and leapt on me, wrapping her slim shapely legs around my waist squeezing hard and locking her lips with mine for a long lingering kiss. Gently, I walked her to the bed and laid her down. She broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes. "Want to see me break that blonde slut like I broke Peccavi?" she gasped.
"Oh yes, my Goddess!" I croaked.
She tossed her head. "Then you're going to have to earn it, big boy. Now!"
About month later Drew rang me. "Pete I am so grateful. Cindy is getting a divorce and as soon as she can we are getting married. She fought Jenn for me twice, she lost both times but she won in the end, she realized she had to make a commitment to keep me. She made the commitment by fighting for me, by getting a romantic candlelight dinner at her place. Yes Jenn outfought her, Jenn beat her twice, physically and sexually defeated her. Seeing her fight so hard and come back after a defeat and fight hard again for me again also made me realize how much I love her. The sex with her since the catfights has been amazing, we can't stop talking about it and reliving it."
"That's good; see what I told you, you'd get her back if you pretended to play the field." Hell that was Kelly's idea and she was right. Again. "
