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Here’s my story...My secret fetish for catfighting was divulged to a neighbor girl my age when we were 14. Barbara and I had always been friendly but as we began adolescence our friendship took a significant turn. We stood next to each other, along with a pretty large group of other kids who’d gathered for an after-school catfight between two girls in our class who were fighting for the affections of a guy in our grade. After the fight, which was broken up by the cries of “teachers coming”, Barbara and I walked home together. Along the way we admitted to each other how exciting the battle was. Before going to our respective homes, we agreed to meet later that evening after dinner to continue the discussion on the catfight. I was barely able to sit through dinner, and when my parents excused me from the table I bolted to the neighborhood playground where Barbara had agreed to meet. It was a warm spring evening, near dusk. We walked around the playground and chatted about our favorite parts of the earlier confrontation. I purposely walked Barbara toward the “corner hedgerow” where kids our age sometimes used for “private conversation and making out.” We sat on the ground and ultimately mutually confessed that watching the catfight was the most erotic spectacle each of us had seen.The mutual trust we had in each other advanced into another “first” where we brought each other to orgasm. We “dated” all that summer, and remain cherished friends to this day.