Campus Cats
Short Story by J. Coleman
Christina was the acrobat of the college cheerleading squad who was always the one at the top of the pyramid and the one thrown the highest in their acrobatic routines since she weighed less than a hundred pounds. With an average height of five foot four, the blonde girl next door type had very thin arms, legs and torso and her breasts were not like the other members of her team who sported heavier racks and were subsequently much more popular with the men.
Her lack of popularity because of this was a sore spot for Christina who was more than a little envious of the better endowed girls, especially a black haired beauty named Rochelle who had become a kind of personal rival to Christina.
Rochelle, in her second year of college, was the stereotypical cheerleader with the pretty face, amazing body, and a bubbly outgoing personality. She was on everyone's "A" list and one of the most popular girls on campus and her thirty seven inch "C" bust line was a major contributing factor to her popularity among her peers and to Christina's envy of her.
It was a Friday afternoon and the cheerleading squad had just finished its final dress rehearsal in the gym for Saturday’s game with a rival college. The girls were in their game day uniforms that were very short black and red pleated skirts with black panties underneath, black sleeveless tops with the school logo and name on the front in red and white embroidery, and white tennis shoes with short ankle socks.
As the girls left the gym, they were all laughing and talking and carrying on as they walked toward the intramural fields to take the short cut across the fields to their dorm. Rochelle was walking with Cindy when Christina ran up behind them and jumped on Rochelle's back.
Rochelle grabbed the backs of Christina's legs and began carrying her piggyback toward the field with several of the other girls running up to slap Christina playfully on the ass as they made their way past the bleachers and the dirt running track and then eventually out onto the practice football field. Christina was lightly holding onto Rochelle's curly black shoulder length hair like the reigns of a horse and saying "giddy up!" as they jogged along.
As they neared the center of the field, Christina pulled back a little too hard on Rochelle's hair and the brunette instantly lost her smile, stopping and throwing the blonde off.
"Why did you pull my hair, bitch?!" Rochelle snapped as she glared at the blonde with a furrowed brow.
"Get over it," Christina said, "it was just a little tug."
"And what if I don't get over it?" Rochelle hissed, giving Christina a light shove in the chest with both hands.
"Geez, touchy aren't we?" Christina said.
"I don't like getting my hair pulled," Rochelle persisted, giving the blonde another shove, this time a bit harder.
"Cat fight!" Cindy yelled as the other girls began gathering around, some encouraging Rochelle to slap her.
"If you push me again I'm going to . . . "Christina snarled between clenched teeth but was cut off in mid sentence by Rochelle.
"You're going to what?" Rochelle interrupted as more students began gathering around after seeing the altercation develop, most hoping to get a front row seat at a cheerleader cat fight.
Christina didn't respond or finish her threat but she was livid and would have loved to just kick the brunette's ass but she didn't know if she could take her or not. Her fighting experience was limited at best and Rochelle outweighed her by a good thirty pounds.
"C'mon bitch!" Rochelle persisted, shoving the blonde again. "What are you gonna do?!"
Still silent, this time Christina surprised everyone by shoving the brunette back with a two handed shove in the chest that backed Rochelle up a step.
Oohs and aahs followed the return shove as the other girls then started taunting Rochelle, challenging her not to take that from the skinny blonde.
"Okay bitch, you want a fight, you got it," Rochelle said, crouching into a stalking position as Christina did likewise.
"Bring it, slut!" Christina challenged.
Rochelle lunged toward the blonde and Christina backed up but the brunette pursued her and as they awkwardly groped and grabbed at each other for a moment, Rochelle soon got close enough to wrap her arm around the blonde's neck in a headlock, bending her over at the waist.
More and more people were now gathering, men and women alike to watch the fight as the cheerleaders were now very vocal in cheering on their favorite. A few were rooting for Christina the underdog, but most were in Rochelle's corner and urging her to kick the blonde's ass all over the field.
"How do you like getting your hair pulled, cxnt?!" Rochelle hissed as she used her free hand to grab a handful of Christina's blonde hair, wind it around her clenched fist, and then pull while keeping her other arm tightly around her opponent's neck.
"Owwwwww!" Christina squealed from the pain of the hair pulling as she pried Rochelle's hand from her hair and the struggled out of the headlock. The blonde backed up and brushed the hair from her reddened face as she glared at Rochelle who was smiling and quite full of herself at that point thinking it was over and she'd won.
"Hurst doesn't it?!" Rochelle said arrogantly, cocking her hands on her hips in a defiant posture.
"I'll show you hurt, you fucking tramp," Christina said with a look of steely determination on her face. As she spoke, she ran at the brunette who wasn't expecting the attack.
Christina rammed into Rochelle, slamming into her midsection with a shoulder and wrapping her arms around her body to drive her backwards. Rochelle back peddled and tried to keep her balance as the blonde's feet dug into the thick grass for leverage but Christina didn't have the mass or body weight to complete the takedown as she'd intended and soon Rochelle stopped her momentum and they began tussling back and forth.
Each girl was now groping and grabbing at the other and you could see the rage on Christina's face as she fought with a lot of heart but not enough muscle to back it up. Rochelle was now toying with her, avoiding the blonde's weak grabs while letting her use up her energy on fruitless attacks that did little or no damage.
Frustrated now and her rage peaking, Christina finally spun around and lunged at Rochelle, driving a knee into the brunette's crotch. Rochelle's legs weren't spread far enough apart for the knee strike to reach her cxnt and was blocked and absorbed by her powerful thighs but the attack got her attention and pissed her off.
With the crowd cheering even louder now, Rochelle charged toward the blonde. Each girl got one hand in her opponent's long hair and the other hand on a piece of cheerleader uniform. They wrestled around now in a circle, hissing and screeching like two alley cats as they battled.
Christina tried another knee strike but Rochelle was prepared for it this time and not only blocked it, but grabbed Christina's leg in the process. Rochelle lifted the blonde's leg and had her teetering on one leg and struggling to keep her balance. With a hard push, Rochelle drove the blonde to the ground and came down on top of her.
The crowd erupted into uproarious cheers as the fighters hit the grass and their little skirts hiked up around their waists to fully expose their thin little black panties. The two fighters instantly snaked their bare leg together in a mutual leg entanglement as they began rolling around in the grass.
They grabbed and pinched each other wherever they could while pulling hair as they rolled back and forth. Rochelle's powerful legs were crushing Christina's but the blonde hung in and fought as hard as she could, using her speed and agility to keep from getting pinned down on her back by the heavier brunette.
As Rochelle's weight advantage soon began to give her control of the fight, Christina knew she had to break the leg lock to keep from getting pinned so to that end, she started pinching and gouging at Rochelle's sexy thighs which were bare and fully exposed from the elastic leg band of her panties all the way down.
Rochelle yelped and squealed and instantly broke the leg lock as Christina's fingers dug into her bare flesh. The moment they separated, Rochelle tried to get to her knees but Christina got up first with surprising speed and tackled the brunette back down into the grass with a headlock that she reinforced by using her other hand to hold her arm in place.
The angry blonde jerked Rochelle's head from side to side, grunting and panting as she did, her hair flying in all directions as their bodies writhed about on the ground in their heated battle. The headlock was short-lived, however, as Rochelle easily pried the weaker girl's arm from around her neck and then kicked her away with both feet.
Both girls then quickly got to their knees and then their feet where they again began stalking and circling. Rochelle moved in first and tried to grab Christina's leg again but the blonde backed up to avoid the grab. Rochelle repeated this two more times with the same result and finally just wrapped both arms around Christina's slender torso in a bear hug.
The crowd cheered as Rochelle lifted her opponent completely off the ground. Christina's feet and legs were flailing wildly at empty air as Rochelle's strong arms crushed her rib cage. Out of desperation, Christina dug both hands into the brunette's black hair and pulled hard.
Rochelle let out a blood curdling scream from the pain of the two handed hair pull as she released the bear hug and pried the blonde's hands from her tresses.
"You're dead now, bitch!" Rochelle threatened as she drove her head into Christina's mid section and tackled her like a linebacker tackling a running back, planting the blonde flat on her back.
Rochelle was instantly on top of the writhing, wriggling blonde in a straddle position. Rochelle pinned Christina's arms to the grass, high over her head as she clamped her legs and thighs down tightly against the blonde's sides to hold her pinned and helpless.
Christina moaned, panted, grunted and squealed as she struggled with every ounce of strength she had to somehow wiggle or squirm free but Rochelle's body weight was too much and the brunette's position was too solid for her to escape.
With Rochelle leaning forward far enough to pin Christina's arms, her heavy breasts were dangling just inches from the blonde's face and Christina was out of options so she started craning her neck and trying to sink her teeth into the brunette's breasts.
The men in the crowd went crazy as the blonde tried to bite the brunette's tits and started urging them to rip off each other's tops. Even some of the female spectators got into the notion of a sleazier fight but Rochelle was not interested in subjecting her breasts to any kind of attack from the blonde so she pulled back and released the girl’s arms. Rochelle knew a tit fight would be all Christina since the blonde had no tits to attack while Rochelle's heavy "C" cups would have made inviting targets.
The brunette then slid off the blonde, relinquishing her dominant straddle position and as Christina started to rise up, Rochelle quickly snaked her legs around the blonde's tiny waist and used her powerful thighs to drag her back down.
Rochelle quickly locked her ankles behind Christina's back and her facial muscles strained as she used her legs like boa constrictors to crush her prey. Christina wildly grabbed and gouged at the brunette's sexy thighs but Rochelle grabbed her hands and their fingers interlocked in a mutual two hand test of strength.
Christina wildly bucked and thrashed and writhed inside Rochelle's thighs as she fought to escape the crushing body scissors but without the use of her hands now, the attempt was futile.
The thin blonde was now almost exhausted from the intense exertion of the fight and she had virtually nothing left to fight with. Rochelle could have finished her off right then and there with the scissors but the wily brunette wanted to punish her more and to everyone's surprise, she let Christina go and got to her knees.
Christina rolled away and quickly got up on her hands and knees, her hair hanging in her face and her eyes firing icy barbs at the haughty brunette who was smirking at her and almost challenging her with her eyes to continue the fight.
Christina knew she couldn't win at that point and that the prudent thing to do would be to just cut her losses and quit but she couldn't bring herself to do it, not with the way Rochelle was smiling and taunting her.
It was now time to put away the wrestling and get down and dirty and Christina wanted a couple of handfuls of those perky breasts so she could mete out a little pain and suffering to her tormentor.
The slender cheerleader slowly started moving toward Rochelle who showed a look of surprise that the plucky blonde was still game for more punishment.
The two crashed together with Rochelle's heavy chest pressing into Christina's flat chest. They each grabbed the other's hair and for a few seconds, they each viciously pulled hair, violently snapping each other's heads from side to side in classic cat fighting fashion as they struggled on their knees with their panties peeking out from under their short skirts.
Rochelle quickly took control of the hair pulling struggle and forced Christina backwards and down onto her back once again but when she tried to get into the straddle position, Christina grabbed a handful of Rochelle's left breast and dug all five fingers into the fleshy solid mound.
Rochelle screamed out in pain and instinctively threw a vicious slap at Christina's face that left a nasty stinging red handprint on the girl's pretty face. Tears now streamed down the blonde's face as her hand went to her stinging burning cheek.
The outraged brunette dove atop the blonde and this time got her straddle pin easily, sitting on Christina's flat stomach and crushing her against the ground with her full body weight.
Rochelle pinned the blonde's arms to the ground with her knees and as Christina bucked and writhed wildly, Rochelle just hung on and rode her until she was spent and unable to continue.
This time Rochelle was not going to release her victim to let the fight continue now that Christina had raised the stakes with the breast attack. Reaching down and leaning forward now, Rochelle took two handfuls of blonde hair and pulled Christina's head up several inches before slamming it back down against the ground. She did this three more times and by this point, the other cheerleaders were now urging the men in the crowd to break up the fight before someone got seriously hurt.
Two of the men finally moved in to separate the two fighting coeds but Rochelle bit one of them on the forearm and tried to punch the other in the crotch, screaming at them to back off which they both quickly did.
"Admit I'm the better woman and I'll let you up!" Rochelle said as the blonde continued to writhe and wriggle hopelessly beneath her.
Rochelle persisted, demanding a verbal submission from the still struggling blonde but the blonde refused until every single ounce of strength she had left in her body was totally spent and she finally fell limp and virtually unable to move.
Christina finally uttered the words Rochelle wanted to hear and the brunette slowly slid off her and got to her feet, brushing the dark hair out of her face and straightening her black cheerleader outfit. Rochelle's friends rushed to her side to congratulate her on her decisive victory over the blonde while several other girls tended to Christina who was unscathed except for her pride, dignity and a few bumps and bruises.
Taking a last look back at her victim, Rochelle arrogantly blew Christina a kiss, telling her anytime she wanted a rematch, just let her know and she'd gladly oblige.
The End
