[Doc Holliday]

It seems that the writer Damerei has left this site and their profile has been deleted along with all their stories. Thankfully as they were one of my favorite writers I saved their stories and am going to repost them so that they are not lost forever.




Roommate War Part I


“I am so happy to finally be walking you down these halls, I had such a good time when I went here and I just know you will too. I made some of the best friends I ever had in this very same building!” Melissa said excitedly as she walked next to her 18 year old daughter Catherine, or as she called her, Cat.

Her daughter laughed as she heard her mother say this, as this was perhaps the hundredth time she had said something along those lines. “I know you’re exited Mom, but please, try not to pee yourself.” She said good-naturedly.

“Oh, shut up!” Her mom replied, giving her a playful slap on the arm, “I am just so excited, these will be some of the most memorable years of your life you know, I wonder if your roommate will be here yet?”
“I guess we are about to find out.” Cat replied as they came up to door number 17, “this is it.”

The door was slightly open and Cat stepped inside to see another girl about her age kneeling on a bed, hanging string lights that an older woman, presumably her mother, was handing up to her.
Both women turned around, smiling as they saw Cat and her mother enter the room.

“You’re here, nice to meet you!“ said the other girl’s mom, “my name is Ashley and this is my daughter Alex.” Alex hopped off her bed and reached her hand out and gave Cat’s a firm shake. The two girls stood there somewhat awkwardly, as teenagers tend to be when first being introduced to each other in front of their parents.
Melissa stepped forward and shook the other mother’s hand, “Hi, I’m Melissa, but you can call me Mel, and this is my daughter Cat.”

While their mother’s made small talk, Cat looked Alex over appraisingly. The other girl was probably two inches taller than her own 5’3”. She looked like she was athletic, just like her, with a nicely toned body and the slightly suntanned arms of someone who spent a good amount of time outside. She was also dressed like an athlete, wearing pretty much the same thing as Cat was: a well fitting t-shirt, tights, and running shoes. This was in contrast to their much more dressed up mothers who were each wearing a dress and heels, and while Cat and her mother both had blond hair and blue eyes, Alex and Ashley had brown hair with green eyes.

As Cat and her mother began unpacking her things and making her bed, Ashley asked, “So Cat, what do you like to do?”

Cat responded, “Well, I really loved playing soccer back in high school, but ever since my last season ended I have just taken up lifting weights. Maybe I’ll be able to join the rec. league here, or maybe find some other sport to replace it with.”
“Nice,” Alex said, “I just started lifting weights too, after my track season finished. We should go together, it would be fun to have a partner.”
“For sure, that would be fun!” Cat responded with a smile, glad that her new roommate seemed friendly.

The four women continued to set up the dorm room. Cat and her mom helped the other two women finish hanging up the fairy lights. They each hung up a few pictures of family and friends from back home on the wall next to their beds. Both girls put their clothes away in their drawers and closets and they laid out the rug that Cat had brought.

Finally, Alex and her mom left the room, going down to their car to bring up the TV they had brought for the girls to enjoy, leaving Cat and her mother alone for a moment.
“Well, it seems like two of you could end up being friends!” Melissa said happily.
“Yeah, I think so too, she seems really nice.”

Ashley and Alex came back through the door carrying a medium size TV between them and set it on a table between the two beds. “Alright,” said Ashley, “as soon as we get this all set up we should be good to go.”
They got the TV plugged in and Alex started setting up her Netflix account.
 She asked Cat, “So, what sort of shows do you like to watch?”
Cat replied, “Oh you know, the Office, Friends, things like that. Movies too.”
“Cool, thats pretty much what I like to watch too.”
Alex’s mom butted in saying, “Well, its good you girls have such similar tastes. It will be nice not to have to fight your brother for the remote every time you want to watch something, huh Alex?”

“Mom!”

Melissa laughed, “Haha, don’t be embarrassed Alex, Cat and her brothers do the same thing! I swear, every time they come home from school they have a full blown wrestling match in the living room.”
The moms laughed while the daughters just looked at each other and shook their heads, each going slightly red.

Ashley stood up. “Well, I guess now that we’ve got you two all set up we should get going.”
Melissa stood as well. “I love you Cat. I really hope you have a fun semester. Don’t forget to call.”
Both mothers hugged their daughters goodbye, just slightly teary eyed as they left the room.
“Alright, I guess that’s it,” said Alex. “You wanna go check out the campus?”
And with that the two girls began to settle in to their new routine of dorm life.

Right off the bat they got along wonderfully. They would hang out often, whether it was grabbing a bite to eat or just watching TV and talking in their dorm room, they both very much enjoyed the other’s company. Everyday Cat would wake up and go for a morning run, followed by breakfast and classes, before meeting with Alex at the campus Rec. Center to lift weights. She turned out to be an excellent gym partner as their levels of strength were very similar. It also just so happened that she was just as competitive as Cat was and the girls really pushed each other to their limits in the gym. Maybe her mother had been right and she really would make a great friend in the dorms.

She only had one gripe with her roommate. While she liked to wake up early for her run, Alex preferred to sleep in and wait until later at night and do her run on the Rec. Center treadmills. What with Cat tending to be an ‘early to bed, early to rise’ sort of person that meant that she would often return to the room when Cat was trying to sleep, waking her up in the process of coming in, leaving again for a shower at the other end of the floor’s hall, and then preparing for bed. Cat was willing to overlook what she saw as her roommate’s minor flaw as they were becoming such good friends. After all, they were two mature young women, living independently, surely they could manage a bit of compromise, and its not like Alex complained about her waking up early, while she was sleeping right?

So the two girls continued to live on in harmony. That was, until final’s season began to approach. Both girls were very much ‘Type-A’ personalities and were used to breezing through most of their high school classes with ease. But the added workload of their college courses, coupled with the lofty expectations of academic excellence they had set for themselves, led to both being quite stressed in the weeks leading up to their final exams. Both of them experienced frayed nerves and frayed tempers, and the opposing sleeping patterns that they had brushed off as inconsequential began to annoy each of them more and more.

On the Saturday before final’s week, this conflict came to a head. Cat had just settled into bed, planning to get an even earlier sleep than usual so that she could get a jump on her studying the next day. She had just returned from the showers at the end of her hall and was still damp, her wet hair down, wearing pink plaid pajama pants, bare feet, and a baggy blue t-shirt without a bra. Just as she was getting ready to turn the lights out, Alex came into the dorm.

She was evidently coming in from a run in which she had attempted to burn off the stress of preparing for her first final exams. She was wearing a hoodie (which she immediately took off and hung up on her closet door) over a tank-top and sports bra, she was also wearing short, spandex workout shorts, and athletic slides with black crew socks. She turned on her desk light, and started getting out the books that she still needed to study from later that night. She turned away from Cat and stripped off her bra from underneath her top, but left her shorts, tank top, and socks on. She grabbed her towel and bathroom bag, and prepared to head off for a shower of her own.

Dismayed that she would be kept up late for yet another night, and very stressed due to her upcoming exams Cat snapped, “You know, if you were responsible, and studied during the day you could actually get some sleep, and wouldn’t keep me up half the fucking night.” Alex, no less stressed and taken aback by this sudden aggression responded, “ Well if you didn’t go to bed at 10:00pm like a fucking grandma it wouldn’t matter, you’re in college for God’s sake.”
Cat angrily retorted, “At least I’m a good student, with a good future and I’m not letting you ruin that. This is finals week, you’re just going to have to go to bed earlier, and wake up before 10:00am you lazy bitch.” Alex responded furiously, “ You know what bitch why don’t you fucking make me!”

Cat jumped to her feet and stepped up to Alex, getting right in her face and saying, “Agh, you are so annoying, I can’t believe I ever thought you could be my friend.”
Alex said, “Get the fuck out of my face bitch” and shoved her away. Cat stumbled back and then stepped forward again saying, “Don’t fucking push me” and gave Alex a shove of her own.

 Alex in turn stumbled back a couple steps. The two girls glared at each other and charged forward, meeting between their beds and putting their hands on each other’s shoulders, shoving into each other. Both were somewhat damp; Cat from her shower, and Alex from her workout. The scents of soap and sweat mingled together. Cat easily pushed Alex back against the wall next to her desk. She was surprised by how easy it was. She knew from their lifting sessions that they were about the same strength.

She was pushing Alex roughly up against the wall when Alex grunted, “Hold on bitch, get off me, this isn’t fair.” Cat backed off, being an athlete and respecting the concept of fair play.
Alex stripped her socks off and growled, “Try to push me around now, slut” stepping back to the center of the room.
 “Bring it whore,” Cat responded.
They clashed again and this time it was much more even, as Alex’s socks had not allowed her to gain purchase before.  Each girl would push her opponent back a step or two, only for the ground to be immediately regained. They struggled back and forth for a minute, groaning and exhaling with effort.

Suddenly, Alex changed her strategy, letting go of Cat’s shoulders, ducking low, wrapping her arms around her waist and water-boy tackling her to the floor. Cat managed to roll her over, getting on top before she was instantly rolled off herself. Alex mounted her and pressed her hand to her cheek, turning her face to the side and shoving it into the thick rug. She leaned over, growling into Cat’s face, “Will you leave me alone now bitch?”
 Cat responded, “Fuck you!” Though her voice was muffled by Alex’s hand.

She reached her own hand up, pressing Alex’s face away and bending her neck back. The girls remained in this stalemate for several seconds, each pressing the others face away from them until, accidentally, the first two fingers of Cat’s hand slipped into to Alex’s mouth. Alex gave a muffled cry, shocked by this, but keeps pressing Cat’s face down. Cat is equally shocked by this accidental violation, but quickly used it to her advantage, using the inside of Alex’s cheek as leverage and pulling the taller girl off of her. Alex was shocked to be suddenly pulled back by a fishhook in her cheek and as she felt her mount slipping away, she clawed for anything she could grab onto. What she found happened to be the neck of Cat’s baggy shirt, and as Alex fell to the side the fabric came with her, tearing down the middle.

Alex backed up on her hands and knees stoping a few feet away from Cat, who sat up and looked down at her torn shirt which was leaving her right breast exposed. “Shit”, she thought, “the rest of this shirt isn’t going to hold up much longer.”

Alex stared, slightly shocked at suddenly seeing her roommate's bare breast for the first time, and her mouth actually fell open as she watched Cat pull the torn shirt up over her head, leaving her totally topless. The two young women made eye contact, both looking unsure of how to precede.

Cat was mortified, but she bravely attempted a little laugh, and said in a mocking tone,“What, did you think I was going to give up just because you pulled out my booby?

Alex gave a little nervous laugh of her own, “You are such a slut.”

“Fuck you.” Cat snapped back, hoping to goad her opponent into evening the playing field, “Just because your afraid to go at it topless, doesn’t mean we all are, not all of us have mosquito bites hon.”

Alex stood up suddenly and Cat mirrored her movement. They both stared at each other; one bare chested in pajama bottoms, the other wearing gym shorts and a tank top. Alex gulped, took a deep breath, and pulled her top up over her head, tossing it onto her desk where it fell over her textbooks. “I am not afraid of you whore.”

Cat breathed a silent sigh of relief. She definitely did not want to fight topless, but if she was going to at least she wouldn’t be the only one. Plus, her tits actually were a bit bigger that her roommate’s.  “Jealous bitch?” She asked, happy to show her up this way.
“Ha, not quite,” Alex said bravely, “yours may be bigger, but mine are better, and we’ll see how they look after we’re done.”

“Bring it on bitch.” Cat growled back, as the two women began to square off again.
In the back of her mind she thought,  “What have I gotten in to? This night started with a little argument now I’m in the first fight in my life and we both have our tits out, getting ready to go at it again.”

They both briefly stared at each other, then at almost exactly the same moment they surged together, tits slapping into the opposite pair. They threw their arms around each other and squeezed, both groaning with effort, though they each tried to keep their noises to a minimum, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention from an RA or anyone else on their hall.

Each girl mashed their breasts roughly into the other’s pair, both determined to prove that they were not intimidated or afraid of this turn of events. They pushed and pulled each other around in a sort of perverse, violent dance, forcing each other’s torsos back and forth while their legs bumped and strained, trying to trip the other girl and gain some advantage.
Eventually their legs tangled together and brought them crashing to the floor in a heap of intertwined limbs. Their mutual bear hug had come apart in the fall and they both fought furiously to get on top of the other, rolling over and over, as much as the small space of dorm floor between their beds would allow, trading top position back and forth.

Finally, with an almighty effort Cat managed to heave Alex over and swing her leg over her hips firmly pinning her to the ground. She crawled her knees further up, coming to sit on the upper part of Alex’s chest and pin her shoulders with her knees. Beneath her, Alex bucked like a madwoman trying to dislodge her. She swung her legs up and tried to hook them around her head.

Cat however, anticipated this move, it being one that she would frequently use herself when her brothers would pin her in their little contests, and she grabbed on to Alex’s ankles, forcing them back behind her. But during the distraction that this move caused Alex freed her right arm, reaching up and latching on to the first target she could find, which happened to be Cat’s right breast, digging her fingers into her flesh.

Cat reeled back, letting out a yelp of surprise followed by a low moan of pain when she realized how loud it had been. She immediately put both hands on Alex’s wrist to try to wrench the hand off, but the fingers were holding on too tight.

“Let go of my tit!” Cat gasped in a mix of horror, shock and pain. Trying again to pull away.
Alex sat up into her and used her grabbing hand to shove Cat off her lap and onto the floor, quickly standing up and trying to catch her breath. Cat also stood up, cradling her red and aching breast and examining it for damage. “Thank God she has her nails trimmed.” She thought to herself.

Meanwhile Alex was beginning to collect herself and take stock of what was happening. The only physical altercations she had ever been in was wrestling with her brother over the TV remote. She had never even shoved another girl, much less stripped topless and rolled around the floor with one, trying to dominate her. She looked over at Cat, still cradling her wounded breast.

“You done, bitch?” She snarled at her.
The blond girl looked up a her, eyes burning with rage, and growled, “You dirty, cheating bitch. I’ll rip your tits off your chest!” She charged at her, hands extended. Clearly looking to repay the other girl in kind. Alex however, managed to sidestep her, kicking her leg out and sending her sprawling forward onto her own bed. She quickly came around behind her and wrapped an arm around the shorter girl’s throat, just like her brother had taught her. “Submit bitch!” She hissed in the other girl’s ear.

Cat thrashed around, but she couldn’t get the chocking arm off, she just didn’t have the leverage with her torso still pinned down on her bed. For the first time since their scuffle had begun, Cat really began to panic. She knew that if she didn’t get out of this she was going to be choked out. She thrust her pelvis backwards and lifted her right leg, bringing her foot down hard on Alex’s toes. She heard the other girl yelp, and felt the arm around her neck loosen, just enough for her to turn around so that she was facing her opponent. She threw her own arms up around Alex’s neck, locking in a headlock of her own. She planted her left foot on her bed-frame and pushed off bringing the two of them back to the center of the room.

They both stumbled around the room like a pair of drunken dancers, each caught in the other’s headlock, breasts again pressed together, trying to bring their opponent to the ground. Feet kicked at shins and slapped at calves as each girl tried to trip the other. Ally let go of her headlock and pressed one hand into Cat’s face, cranking her neck backwards and forcing her to release her own grip. She then ducked down and wrapped both arms behind one of Cat’s knees, lifting the leg off the ground and trying to take her down to the floor. Cat’s balance however, was well tuned from years of soccer training and she was able to remain standing, albeit hopping on one foot. She bounced her weight up onto Alex’s bent back, reaching over her and grabbing one of the legs of her opponent’s tight, spandex workout shorts and yanking up, giving the other girl a sort of half wedgie, as half the garment was yanked up into her.

Cat tugged at the material using it to pull Alex forward. She forced her lifted leg back to the ground, shortly followed by her opponent, who found herself smashed into the carpet chest first in something like a classic wrestling sprawl. Alex tried to flip her over, then to force her way forward, but Cat’s weight was heavy on top of her and her feet were braced against the wall, making her almost impossible to move.

They lay there in this position, Alex’s tits pressing into the floor and Cat’s pressing against Alex’s back, with her pajama clad hips pressing into the back of Alex’s head. They stalled there for a moment, both catching their breath after what had now been almost ten minutes of furious fighting. “Do you want to give up?” Cat breathed out from her dominant position. “Fuck you!” Alex gasped back, renewing her struggle but going nowhere, only able to shift Cat a few inches. “I’ve fucking got you bitch, and you’re not going anywhere till you give up!” Cat growled, guttural in triumph, and she hammered this point home by bringing her right hand down sharply, spanking Alex’s exposed butt cheek.

Alex gasped as she felt the hand find its mark, an electric current of arousal and fury running the length of her body. Nothing can be erotic that can not also be revolting, and Alex felt both in equal measure now. The spank outraged and humiliated her and she redoubled her efforts to escape, thrashing like crazy and managing to get up to her knees and swing her legs under her, wrapping them around Cat’s waist. She was furious with her self as she felt a spot of moisture start to appear in her shorts, and even more furious that this startling realization led to her loosening her legs up just enough for Cat to pull them apart and stand up.
Cat stepped around her legs and straddled her, before sitting down hard and planting her butt firmly on her tits.

Alex grunted as some air was expelled from her chest. She expected Cat to try to pin her again and was surprised when the other girl swung her right leg around and planted her foot across her neck, then reached around the back of her head with both hands, pulling her even more firmly into the choking foot. “Fucking give up or I’ll choke you out bitch!” Cat said forcefully. Alex could hardly breathe now. She grabbed Cat’s heel in one hand and her toes in the other trying to force the foot off her throat, but between the leg pushing down and the arms pulling her tight, she could not budge it. Alex couldn’t move her head, she couldn’t draw a breath, she had to do something or she was going to loose this fight, and how was she supposed to live here after that?

She reached her free arm forward in desperation, plunging her hand into the front of Cat’s pajama bottoms and grabbing at her pussy. She was surprised to find that the other girl was just as wet as she was. Cat actually screamed out, and for the first time in the fight their unspoken rule that they should keep things quiet, lest they be heard by their fellow occupants of the hall, was broken.

Cat’s foot had loosened on her throat and Alex sat up just a little ways and plunged her first two fingers inside of Cat, finding her engorged clitoris and rubbing it. She heard Cat moaning above her. She did not know what came over her, but she just kept rubbing until Cat exploded onto her hand.

Cat slumped back to the floor in shock and exhaustion, unable to believe what had just happened. She felt Alex sit up and come over to straddle her, as she had done to her, pinning her arms to the ground with her knees. Alex slapped her in the face. “Give up!” Cat responded with an incoherent groan and feebly tried to buck her off. Alex reached down and grabbed her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, twisting it viciously. “GIVE UP!”
“Ok!” Cat gasped out, “I give up, just get off of me.”

Alex released her nipple and stood up over her, shocked by what had happened. She walked over to her bed, watching as Cat lay on her back, sobbing into the crook of her arm. She didn’t know what to do, feeling suddenly awkward in the small space. She reached back, dislodging her wedgied shorts, pulled on her discarded tank top and sandals. She left the room and went down the hallway to the showers, feeling as if she was sleep walking.

As she felt the hot water run over her she looked down at her body. She was a bit banged up. Her legs and feet were covered with little bruises from when they had kicked and stamped at each other, she had bruises on her shoulders and stomach. Her breasts just looked slightly swollen, but they ached as if someone had used them like a heavy bag. Her neck and face also showed signs that bruises might develop, and she had a small scratch on her cheek.

She also, unaccountably, felt more aroused than she ever had in her life. As she thought back to the fight;  the vicious struggle between her and her roommate that had ended with her mounted on top, pinning Cat to the ground and forcing her to submit, to admit that she lost, she felt an overpowering urge to reach for her sex, inserting two fingers just as she had done to Cat a few minutes ago and quickly giving herself the most incredible orgasm she had ever had. She had to place her other hand against the shower wall as she stumbled and almost fell, as her knees went weak from the force of it.

She slowly turned the water off and dried herself. She had forgotten to bring a change of clothes and it seemed pointless to put her old clothes back on, soaked as they were from her workout and the fight. She wrapped her towel around herself and made her way back down the hall, unsure of what she would do when she got back. Part of her craved another confrontation with her roommate, while the other part of her felt that she would hardly be able to look the other girl in the eye. Now that her adrenaline had died down she felt incredibly sore and stiff, and felt that she would like nothing more than to just fall asleep.

When she reached the door she hesitated for a moment before biting the bullet and using her key card to unlock the door, stepping determinedly inside. The light was off and when she looked over to her roommate’s bed she saw that she was laying there, covers pulled up all the way to totally cover her. Alex blew out her pent up breath, hardly knowing if she was relieved or disappointed. She threw her towel onto its drying hook and crawled under her own cover, pulling them gently over herself and quickly fading off to sleep.

The next morning Alex woke up and looked over at her roommate’s bed. It was already empty and made, it looked like Cat had left their dorm early. Alex sighed and got up gingerly, more sore than she expected from their battle the night before. She stretched and walked around the room a bit, feeling unsure of what to do with herself after an experience that seemed more like a dream than reality. Then she got dressed and went on about her day. There was nothing else to be done. Needless to say they did not meet up during the day. She returned to the room later that night, half expecting Cat to be gone, but there she was, sleeping soundly in her bed.

Over the next week both girls were so engrossed in their exams and studying for them that it was easy to avoid each other entirely. After her last exam Alex packed up some of her things and left to where her mom waited for her in her car, ready to take her home for Winter Break. She had not said so much as a word to her roommate in days, but she knew that the other girl still had another day of testing left. As she prepared to leave campus for the next month, she wondered what would be waiting for her when she got back. Would Cat also be returning to their shared room? What would happen if she was?

[Doc Holliday]

Part II

Melissa jumped slightly as she heard a loud bang echo up from her basement. She heard the voice of her oldest son yelling, “Yeah, come on, that’s it, one more!” With each one of his exclamations being interspersed with a groan of exertion coming from her daughter. She heard yet another metallic banging of what she assumed was a barbell being replaced on its rack. She chuckled to herself and went back preparing dinner.

A few minutes later her son James and daughter Cat came walking up the stairs from the basement where their home gym was located, both red faced and looking spent from almost an hour of intense lifting.  “Nice job sis, that was some serious weight you were moving down there!” James said, clapping his younger sister on the back before walking past Melissa to grab a pair of water bottles from the refrigerator. As he passed one to her, Cat responded, still slightly out of breath, “Thanks bro, you’re really helping me a lot,” before the two of them walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Melissa stared after them fondly. It was nice to have them both here for the holidays. James was 22 years old and was in his final year of college, attending a different university than either of his siblings in the next state over. Her second son Matthew was also a college student, though he attended a school on the other side of the country and had decided not to return home for break.

Her daughter Cat was her youngest child at only 18 and had just finished her first semester at the local state school a little over an hour away from their home town. While Melissa was very glad to see her daughter again, Cat had been acting strangely ever since she had gotten home.

When she first arrived she had seemed despondent, reluctantly answering her questions about how she was enjoying college life, and being unwilling to go into any details. After a couple of days however, she seemed to snap out of it, though she still was significantly quieter than usual. Once her brother had returned home three days after her, she had thrown herself into physical training with even more than her typical zeal. James was an avid athlete and was delighted to find that his younger sister suddenly had so much interest in training with him. This made Melissa very happy as she had never seen the two of them closer.

Cat had also taken to asking her brother, who had wrestled in high school and recently taken up jiu jitsu, to show her some moves and then help her practice them, something which again, he was quite happy to do, though something about this still struck Melissa as odd. That night James would be leaving the house to go hang out with some of his old friends from high school and Melissa was determined to question her daughter and get to the bottom of whatever was behind this change.

Once he had left for the night the two women of the house settled down to dinner. They made small talk for several minutes. Cat no longer looked upset, but she did still seem distracted. Finally, Melissa broached the subject, “So Cat, do want to tell me what happened at school that is making you act so strangely?”
Cat looked up from her plate in surprise. “What mom? Nothing happened at school and I’m not acting weird, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh please Cat, I’m your mother,” Melissa responded, “I can tell when something isn’t right.”
“Really mom, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m fine.” Cat said, looking down at her plate again. Melissa thought she saw her daughters face turn slightly pink.

“Cat, I love you and if something is wrong I need to know,” Melissa insisted.
“Ok mom, fine!” Cat exclaimed, “But you have to promise not to tell anyone, especially not Dad or James!”
“Of course honey, you know I wouldn’t do that,” Melissa said, getting slightly nervous now.
“Promise mom!” Cat responded forcefully.
“I promise”
“Ok,” Cat said, taking a deep breath, “You know my roommate Alex?”
“Yes of course honey, I met Alex.”
Cat couldn’t meet her mother’s eyes. “Well, we sort of got into a fight.”
“What do you mean you got into a fight?” Melissa wasn’t sure she had heard her correctly, “you mean you two had an argument?”
“No mom, I mean we got into a fight.”
Melissa stared at her daughter until she continued.

“I don’t know how it happened,” Cat said, “I think we were both a little stressed out, and she came in late one night and we argued. Before I knew it we were in each other’s faces, pushing each other around.” 
Melissa sat back in her chair, taking in what her daughter was telling her. After a brief pause she reached out and touched Cat’s hand.
“I’m so sorry honey, that must have been hard,” she said sympathetically, “what happened after that?”

Cat hesitated, before taking in a deep breath and launching into the story of that night. Melissa sat there and listened, eyes growing wider and wider as Cat went on. She and her daughter had always been very close, having few secrets between them, and Cat left out no detail in her account of what happened. Melissa didn’t interrupt the story, knowing how hard it had been to get Cat to tell her, though she found this difficult when her daughter told her how the two of them had taken their tops off, and later when Cat described how Alex had latched onto her breast. However, as the story went on she felt herself getting hotter and hotter, sure that she was blushing just as much as her daughter was, sitting on the edge of her seat.

When Cat came to the end of her fight, when she was mounted on her roommate’s chest trying to choke her into giving up, she paused for a second, avoiding her mother’s eyes again as she described how Alex had grabbed her pussy and made her cum, before getting on top of her and forcing her to submit. After she got it out she went silent. The two women sat there for a moment, their ragged breathing the only sound.

“She grabbed…you,” said Melissa quietly, “and made you…”
“Yes mom,” Cat mumbled, seeming embarrassed.
Melissa stared at her daughter, not quite sure what to say. “Well what are you going to do? Do you want to change rooms?”
Cat looked up fiercely. “No, I’m not changing rooms. I had her beaten until she cheated, she’s not going to force me out of my room too!”

“So thats why you’ve been asking James to show you some moves,” Melissa said with sudden realization, “You’re going to try to fight her again!”
“I’m not going to back down from her Mom,” Cat said, “but who knows, maybe she won’t come back. That last week was really awkward.”

The two women finished with dinner and spent the rest of their night in relative silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Christmas and New Years came and went Cat began to prepare to return to campus.

Cat continued to exercise with her brother, obviously wanting to be prepared for another potential confrontation with her roommate though she did not mention this possibility to her mother again.

Melissa too dwelled on the story that her daughter had told her, finding that for whatever reason she could not stop thinking about Cat’s fight. Whenever she was alone or when she would find a quiet moment, her mind would wander off to images of her daughter and her roommate straining against each other in their shared room, limbs entangling, pushing, grabbing and squeezing at whatever they could reach, desperate to force the other to submit.

She also found that whenever these thoughts would come she would inevitably imagine herself in her daughter’s place, facing off against some anonymous woman in a vicious struggle for supremacy. Every time she would have these thoughts, her breathing would start to quicken and she could actually feel her face flush with excitement.

She didn’t know what had come over her but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. When she was standing in the line at Target she would imagine herself and the woman standing next to her pushing their carts aside and trying to tackle each other to the floor. After Christmas lunch, when she and her sister in law were alone in the kitchen washing dishes, she imagined the two of them pulling off their sweaters and trying to shove each other into the sink.

Before she knew it the holidays had come and gone. Winter Break was coming to an end and it was time for her to drive her daughter back to campus. The two women were quiet in their packed car, each thinking about what might be waiting for them when they arrived. It was hard to tell who was more nervous about the likelihood of another confrontation.

As they walked up the stairs and down the hallway in the third floor to approach the door to Room 17, each felt as though their heart was in their mouths with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Cat used her key card to open the door and they stepped inside.

The room was empty, but otherwise much as it had been when Cat had left. Alex’s clothes were still hanging in the closet and her pictures were still mounted on the walls. Melissa gulped as she noticed the torn blue shirt laying on the floor under her daughter’s bed, where she had thrown it after pulling it off. Both women let out their bated breath and went about unpacking the suitcase that Cat had brought with her.

About 15 minutes after they had arrived, just as they were finishing unpacking, they heard the electronic whir of the key card lock and the door being opened. Both of their eyes snapped up to the door as Alex and her mother Ashley stepped over the threshold, laden with a suitcase of their own.

The four women stared at each other. An atmosphere of strained, awkward silence settled on the room. Melissa felt that she should say something, but nothing came to mind. Eventually she said, “Hello you two, nice to see you again,” fixing a smile on her face in an effort to dispel the tension.

Ashley gave a forced smile in reply, “yes its nice to see the two of you as well.”
Each daughter muttered out a variation of “Hey, how are you?” Before turning away from each other and back to their beds, Alex unzipping her suitcase and Cat continuing to fold her clothes and place them in her drawers.

Melissa looked at the other mother in the room, only to find that she was looking back at her. The two of them held eye contact for a brief moment. Melissa wondered if the other woman knew what had happened between their daughters.

Suddenly Ashley said, “Well, I need to get going. Is there anything else you need from me Alex?”
Her daughter replied, “No mom, I think I have everything I need.”
Ashley gave her daughter a hug. “Alright then, I love you. Hope you have a good semester.”

Melissa also stood up and said, “I should get going too, Cat. I love you very much.” And hugged her daughter as well.
“Love you too mom, I’ll see you again for Spring Break.”

The two mothers released their daughters and walked towards the door, stepping through together. Melissa felt Ashley’s hips bump into hers as they both tried to fit through the doorway. As the came into the hallway and the door shut behind them, Ashley turned towards her and said, “Well Melissa, it was very nice to meet you again,” and stepped forward to give her a hug. “It was nice to see you again too Ashley.” Melissa replied as they hugged. She felt Ashley squeeze her, a bit harder than normal for a hug and she replied just as forcefully. The two women stood their for a moment squeezing each other before they released the hug and began to make their way down to their cars.

Back in Room 17 the awkward silence had returned. Neither girl seemed willing to engage with the other in any way besides glaring across their shared space at each other. Cat had been half looking forward to another confrontation. In her imagination as soon as they were alone in the room together they would tear into each other again, but nothing like that seemed like it was going to happen. About an hour after their mothers left, Alex threw on her backpack and left for her first class of the day. Half an hour later Cat began her day as well.

Cat went about her daily routine, attending her classes, eating lunch and dinner in the dining hall, before going to the library to do some homework. She went to the gym after she had finished eating, it felt strange to be working out alone.

She returned to her dorm later that night, only to find it empty again. She prepared herself to take a shower and grabbed her towel, and showering bag, wondering where her roommate was.
 She got to the showers, which were three separate stalls cut off from the rest of the bathroom by a brick divider wall, each with its own curtain. The one in the middle was occupied, with the curtain closed and water running. She opened the curtain to the one on the left, only to see a sign that read, “Out of Order.”

She walked over to the one on her right, noticing a bag and discarded clothes on the counter in front of it but as there was no one in it she assumed they belonged to the girl in the central stall.

She set her own soap bag on the counter, before stripping off and wrapping herself in her towel, she stepped in to the shower to turn the water on, and then back out into the bathroom to wait for the water to heat up.

As she stepped out of the shower stall she started as she saw Alex walking around the dividing wall, also dressed in only a towel and cheap flip flops, making her way back to the corner where Cat stood. The two roommates stared at each other.

“What are you doing here?” Cat asked aggressively.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Alex snapped back, “I’m taking a shower, in the showers. What admissions officer did you have to fuck to get them to let you into a college?”
“Fuck you bitch,” Cat growled back at her roommate, “You’re going to have to wait, I got here first.”
“Bullshit you did, whose clothes do you think those are in front of the stall. I just had to pee first.” Alex said stepping towards the showers.
Cat stepped in front of her. “So what, you can’t just walk away and then come back, I’m taking a shower.”
Alex stepped in closing the distance between them. “Don’t make me kick your ass again bitch. I would hate to leave you crying like the last time you messed with me.”

Cat growled angrily, “You won because you cheated bitch. I had you beat until you grabbed my pussy like the slut you are.”
“Ha,” Alex laughed in mock derision, “Cheated? It’s a fight, don’t start one if you can’t handle it. But hey, if you ever want a rematch just say the word, I would love to kick your ass again.”

Cat stepped in even closer, them hems of their towels brushed lightly. “If you wanna fight bitch, we can fight. And this time I’ll be ready for you to cheat.” Cat stepped her right leg between Alex’s, bring their bodies together. The tension was too much, in a sudden explosion of movement both girls wrapped their arms around their opponent and they began to struggle, slamming first into the tile wall and then into the mirror above the counter. They strained against each other, pressed into the wall.

Suddenly they heard the water in the central shower stall turn off. They both froze and looked at each other, coming to a silent agreement that they couldn't fight here, where any of the girls in their hall could come in. They broke apart, looking each other up and down. Both of their towels had started to come unwrapped and fall down around their bodies. Alex had lost one flip flop, which had somehow ended up on the counter. They both adjusted their towels and Alex pulled her shoe back on. They grabbed their clothes and hurried around the wall before the third girl could get out of her stall.

“I dare you to come back to the room bitch, so I finish kicking your ass.” Cat growled softly.
“Right behind you whore.” Her roommate replied.

They left the bathroom and hurried down the hall, both very happy that it was empty so no one would see them each wearing only a towel, carrying an armful of clothes.

When they got to Room 17 they each kicked their flip flops into a corner and stood across from each other, about five feet apart. To Cat’s shock, Alex then pulled off her towel and went to hang it on the hook behind her closet door, naked as the day she was born. Cat swallowed and wordlessly did the same.

The two roommates again stood opposite each other on their thick carpet. It was the first time either had seen the other totally naked. They had both clearly been working hard over Winter Break, each even more toned than they had been before, though a feminine softness still very much remained. Each had a small patch of well trimmed pubic hair.

They breathed heavily in anticipation, shifting their weight from one foot to the other nervously. They each started to slightly crouch down into an athletic stance. Cat was secretly glad she was here, that she would be able to even the score with her roommate, but now that she was she didn’t really know how to start.

She decided to just go for it and she rushed forward with her arms outstretched. Alex quickly took a step forward to meet her and they both threw their arms around each other in the most unfriendly of hugs, breasts pancaked together as their feet dug into the carpet and they attempted to force each other backwards. Each had hoped that after a month of hard training they would be able to overpower their rival. Both were mistaken as they were still clearly as evenly matched as last time, and their entangled bodies only moved a few inches in either direction.

Each girl was straining to throw the other, either to the floor or off of themselves. Alex had her arms under Cat’s with the crooks of her elbows in the other girl’s armpits, slowly inching her opponent’s higher up her own body, up towards her head, when suddenly she felt Cat’s hands tangle themselves in her loose hanging brown hair and pull sharply down, forcing her head back so that her eyes were staring at the ceiling. She groaned as she felt her scalp begin to burn, knowing that she had to return the favor and yanking the Cat’s head backwards by her hair as well. The two girls stumbled around in small circles in the space between the two beds, breasts still compressed between them, with their upturned chins just inches apart.

Alex kicked out at Cat’s leg trying to trip her down to the ground, and all at once the legs of both girls where trying to wrap the other’s up. Cat forced her her leg between Alex’s and stepped behind her foot, simultaneously pulling her hair back and shoving her chest into hers forcing her roughly to the ground.

She sat on Alex’s midsection and, seeing the targets right in front of her, reached down with both hands and grabbed onto the other girl’s tits, digging her fingers in. Alex gasped in pain, as Cat bent over her and hissed out, “See, I can play dirty too bitch!”

Alex’s chest was on fire as she used the hand she still had buried in Cat’s blond hair to yank the other girl off of her so that they were laying side by side. Legs started kicking back and forth between them, doing very little damage as they mostly glanced off of opposing kicks. Alex however, managed to plant her top foot firmly in Cat’s stomach and use it to shove her away, releasing her grip on her hair as Cat was forced to let go of her tits.

Both girls got up to their knees as fast as possible and crashed together again, hardened nipples making head on contact and causing both of them to wince in surprise. They both wrapped one arm around the other’s head holding themselves together Alex grabbed onto Cat’s right breast, squeezing and pulling as hard as she could, she heard the other girl whimper quietly before she felt a fist sink into her side. She yelped. Despite this being their second fight it was the first time either had thrown a punch. She pulled back slightly away from it and Cat’s other arm came off of her neck and shoved her away.

She fell back but so did Cat, propelled back by her own push so that she was almost flat on the ground. Alex quickly flung her leg over her and sat down on her lower stomach, facing her feet, and held her legs down to prevent her from sitting up. She pushed off with her hands scooting herself backwards until she was high enough on the other girl to wrap her own legs around her head and her neck and squeeze them together, catching her opponent in a reverse head scissor.

Cat found herself suddenly unable to breathe properly, she felt the other girl’s legs squeeze her as her roommate’s short, soft pubic hair tickled her chin. She bucked and kicked like crazy, trying to throw Alex off of catch her in a head scissors of her own. But her legs could not quite reach the other girl’s head, and while their entwined bodies moved around she could not come close to throwing off the vice-like grip that Alex’s legs had on her. She grabbed at Alex’s butt with both hands, clawing and squeezing as hard as she could, and while the other girl hissed in pain, she did not release her choke, on the contrary, she gave her a punch of her own, right in the stomach, sapping even more of her breath. Cat heard her growl out, “Give up yet, slut?”
In desperation Cat stretched her arm up, looking for anything to do, and just manages to reach Alex’s feet. She grabbed a few of her toes in one hand and twisted them in a direction they were definitely not supposed to go.

Alex groaned in pain through gritted teeth, having to unlock her legs if she didn’t want her toes to break. She rolled to the side, sitting up. Cat sat up as well. She was still holding her foot in her hand but Alex managed to kick it free and bring both legs under her, coil and spring forward, smashing into the other girl and forcing her back down, once again chest to chest. Cat got one of her legs between both of Alex’s, just able to hold her back from pinning her. Alex used her right hand to try to dislodge the leg but felt it come up sharply, hitting her directly in the pussy. She cried out softly and rolled off of her.

Cat lay on her back, side by side with Alex, both panting with exertion and trying to catch their breath. She was in the second fight of her life, laying on the floor naked beside her roommate. Her body ached, she had been pushed, punched, kicked, and mauled, but she had given as good as she had gotten. Her loins ached as well, desperate for release, moist from the feeling that this intense physical competition gave her. Her body wanted her to struggle, to dominate.

She pushed herself up to her knees and saw Alex do the same. They lurched forwards into each other and she saw Alex’s hand dart down toward her crotch. She moved her hand to block it as they fell together, still on the knees with their heads resting on each others shoulders. She felt Alex’s other hand try to grab her as well but she caught it in hers and felt their fingers intertwine.

Their left hand clung together, pushing and pulling back and forth trying to escape, while their free right hands each tried to grab at the other’s pussy only to repeatedly slap into each other as they were countered. Neither one of them was able to get past the other’s guarding hand. Cat decided to break the stalemate, pulling her right knee up to protect her pussy and using her free hand to latch onto Alex’s tit. Alex grunted in pain, and after a last, failed attempt to weave her hand around Cat’s knee and grab her vagina, she copied her opponent’s tactic.

They stared into each other’s eyes, one hand intwined with their enemy’s, pushing into each other, the other squeezing at the other girl’s tit as hard as they could. Both were whining in pain, tears welling in eyes that burned into each other with anger and a competitive fire.

They stayed like that for almost a minute, gasping and groaning in pain before Alex took action. She released her opponent’s tit and grabbed on to her shoulder, planting her right foot on the ground and raising slightly above her before forcing her onto her back. Cat however, reacted very quickly, also releasing her breast hold and spinning around on her back beneath her grabbing on to the crook of Alex’s knee with her newly free hand and pulling herself under her, simultaneously throwing her legs up around her head in a scissor of her own.

Cat squeezed her legs tightly around her roommate’s head, releasing their clasped hands so that she could wrap her arms around Alex’s waist and pull her in tight, pressing her head into her belly and preventing Alex from scooting up to sit on her, even though she was on top. Indeed she felt Alex shift her legs back and forth, trying to move up on her, but she couldn’t move her legs past her head and her movements were restricted. She felt Alex’s hands try to pry apart her hugging arms but the angle was just all wrong and she couldn’t generate enough force.

Cat then felt her opponent’s hands try to push themselves between her thighs but she could not create enough space against Cat’s straining leg muscles, she heard gurgling noises coming from the other girl. “Give up!” She said, voice distorted by the fact that her face was on the ground, pressed into her adversary’s stomach.

Alex then unexpectedly tried to force her face deeper and Cat felt her lips moving against her thighs, just inches from her pussy. She tightened her legs and forced her hips up, pushing her face back where it was. “Just submit!” She growled out, voice still distorted. She heard Alex make an indistinct noise and slap her hand desperately on the floor over and over. She let her scissor hold go, unwrapping her arms as she felt Alex slide off her onto the floor beside her, breathing as though she had been suffocated. She quickly rolled on top of her, trapping her in a school girl pin.

“Do you give up!?” She grunted, voice husky with primal passion.
“Yes, I give.” Alex breathed out quietly.
Cat stood up, and Alex started to get up as well when Cat sat back down facing the other direction, forcing her pussy into her mouth and grinding it there.
Cat gasped in pleasure as she felt Alex’s tongue enter her, she grabbed at her own breast, desperate for release, reaching down with her other hand and shoving it inside Alex, massaging her G-spot. She felt her roommate twitch convulsively beneath her and within about 20 seconds both girls had reached an explosive orgasm, Cat cried out in carnal delight and rolled off of her, facing opposite directions.

After a few minutes both girls sat up and faced each other. They were soaked in sweat and both of their faces were coated in tears of both pain and pleasure. They were covered in bruises, red marks and welts. They eyed each other warily.
 Cat breathed out, “I told you I would kick your ass,” but there was no malice in it.
Alex, breathing with equal difficulty, replied, “Well we’re tied now. 1-1. It was a good fight.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Cat said with grudging respect, “You are one tough bitch.”
“Back at ya.” Alex smiled, “What do you say we call a truce? If we’re living together we might as well be friends.”

Cat smiled back, “Truce.” She stood up and pulled the other girl to her feet. They hugged gingerly, both wincing in pain at their soreness and gouges. All their anger had suddenly melted. Alex pulled back. Looking down at her breasts. “Omg, look what you did to my boobs, you bitch!” She said in mock anger, with a smile and a friendly laugh, holding one up for Cat to examine.

Cat laughed in return, “Well you’re not exactly a saint babe.” Gesturing to her own bruised and scratched chest.
Alex smiled and said, “We should probably get cleaned up. Do you think that shower is still open?” They laughed together as they began to pull on their clothes.

*********

Melissa had been distracted ever since she had gotten home. During her hour drive back all she had been able to think about was what had happened when she dropped her daughter off. The way the two girls had been so tense, seeming almost ready to throw down right there. And what was up with Alex’s mom? There was definitely some tension there. Did she know that their daughter’s had fought, or had she just noticed her own daughter behaving strangely, and assumed it was Cat’s fault? Her hug had certainly been aggressive. Images popped into her head of the two of them kicking off their heels and going at it, intensely grappling on the floor right there in the hallway. She shuddered again as she remembered the thought.

She and her husband Tom ate dinner together that night. She tried to act normally but she thought he might have noticed something was on her mind. After dinner they had the most intense sex they had had in years, right there on the living room floor. Later that night they laid in bed, watching TV. She pulled out her phone and opened Facebook. She scrolled for a couple of minutes, nervously procrastinating, before she went to the search bar and typed in “Ashley Stevens.” She found her, recognizing her from her profile picture. When she opened the profile it became evident that the account was private; she couldn’t see much. She held her breath and sent the other woman a friend request before shutting her phone off and snuggling up to her husband, turning back to the TV.

[Doc Holliday]

Part III



Ashley woke with a start as she heard her alarm clock beep beside her head. She reached over and shut it off, quickly getting dressed before heading downstairs for her morning coffee. She planned to hit up a morning yoga session with her friend Amanda before she had go into work, and so she dressed in a light green tank top and black yoga pants.

As she watched the hot black liquid poor down into her mug she realized how quiet it was. Her husband was gone but he always left early for work. However, over the last month she had become accustomed to her son and daughter joining her for her for breakfast. Her son had been gone for several days, she had driven him to the airport so that he could catch his plane back Hawaii, where he was in his junior year of college. Her daughter she had  dropped off at her school, which was only around half an hour’s drive away, a little less than a week ago.

 “That had been an interesting trip.” She thought to herself.

When her daughter Alex had arrived home from her first semester away at school she had seemed a bit preoccupied whenever they would talk, and Ashley assumed something had gone wrong at school. When she had finally managed to wheedle the story out of her she had scarcely been able to believe her ears. Here, sitting alone with her coffee, her mind flashed back to the night her daughter described.

The night when she and her roommate had let a small tiff develop into one of the most desperate, intimate catfights she had ever heard of. She remembered laughing in disbelief as her daughter told her about how she pulled off her shirt after accidentally ripping Cat’s, and sitting on the very edge of her seat as her daughter described how Cat had pressed her foot to her throat and nearly made her pass out.

Alex had grinned sheepishly, half embarrassed, half proud, as she told her mother how she had grabbed her roommate’s pussy and forced her off, before mounting her and winning the fight herself. Ashley had sat there open mouthed and breathing heavy, looking her daughter over in shock. She had always been competitive (she got that from her), but she had never been the type to get into a fight. 

Over the next few weeks Ashley had been unable to stop thinking about her daughter’s battle. She had only ever been in one fight herself; a drunken hair-pulling contest with some slut at a bar when she was a few years older than her daughter was now, but she felt that hardly qualified as a fight compared to what Alex had experienced. She tried to imagine what it would be like, rolling around with another woman, having her tits squeezed and her ass spanked, being choked and choking her. It was primal, she told herself, two rivals struggling for dominance physically, rather than socially or emotionally as had become the norm in our thoroughly civilized world.

She had thought back to the women she had hated in her life, or even those that had just annoyed her. The bitchy cashier, the college lecturer who had criticized her paper in front of the whole class. Why had she never just challenged one of them to fight it out? She had smiled to herself as she imagined confronting Professor Seidel after that class, throwing her to the ground and forcing her to apologize. She felt herself getting hot as she imagined sitting on that bitch’s chest, looking down into her eyes in triumph.

One woman who stuck out in her mind was someone she had seen just yesterday. Melissa, the mother of her daughter’s roommate. She had never seen the other woman in anything even remotely revealing, but that seemed like it might be a good fight. She wondered if the other woman knew about their daughter’s tussle. Surely not, or she would have had her daughter switch rooms, she certainly wouldn’t have stood in the same room as her, smiling and friendly despite the tense atmosphere. But then again, Ashley knew and she had acted as though she didn’t.

She wondered what the girls would have said if she brought it up right there in the room? It had certainly been on her mind. She hadn’t been able to help herself when she had hugged the other mother goodbye, she had been so amped up when they had shut their daughters in their dorm that her hug had been a little tighter than was polite. She could say this for Melissa, she was no shrinking violet, she had squeezed her back just as hard.

She looked at the clock, she still had about 15 minutes before she had to leave for yoga. She sat on a bar stool in front of her kitchen counter and scooped up her phone, opening Facebook to have a little scroll before she had to leave. She almost spit her coffee out when she saw that she had a friend request from Melissa Williamson, the woman about whom she had just been thinking. Her mind raced, wondering why Melissa would try to friend her now. She quickly hit accept and started looking through the other woman’s profile.

She was two years older than her, 46 to her 44. Her Facebook wall was dominated by reposts of things she found interesting, though there were many pictures as well. Most of which were taken in front of various tourist attractions, or out to lunch with friends and never gave away much, with Melissa always being well dressed, if mildly conservative.

There was one set of pictures that she narrowed in on, taken about six months ago and posted by her husband. There were three pictures which her husband had captioned, “Here’s to a much deserved vacation. Happy Anniversary Babe!”

The first showed the two of them sitting down to a meal in a quaint café along a cobblestone street, the second showed the two of them leaning out over an infinity pool, staring at the sunset with their backs facing the camera. The third was the one that had caught Ashley’s attention. It showed the other woman sitting on a lounge in what appeared to be some sort of hotel resort. She was wearing a bright blue bikini, that went along with her blue eyes and blond hair. Ashley looked the picture over, examining the other mother’s body.

Melissa clearly took excellent care of herself, she could probably pass for a fit woman in her late thirties, and like her daughter it looked like she took her fitness seriously.

“They really had incredibly similar bodies,” Ashley thought. If she and the other mother  were standing next to each other it would be difficult to determine whose body was better, even their tits looked like they were the same size. Ashley also knew from meeting her in person that they were almost exactly the same height, taller than either of their daughters at around 5’6, she guessed that their weights would be within a couple pounds of each other’s.

She put her phone down, realizing she needed to get ready to go to class. Struck with sudden inspiration, she picked it back up and scrolled through her own photos, quickly finding what she was looking for: a picture of her standing on a beach in Mexico from their vacation last year wearing a light yellow bikini and a floppy sun hat. She didn’t have any pictures of herself that displayed her body posted on Facebook, but if Melissa could show off her body online so could she, and she quickly opened the app, posting the picture with the caption, “Mexico last summer, can’t wait to get back to the sun!”  She looked it over, for some reason hoping that Melissa would see it. She quickly gulped down the last of her coffee and headed out the door for her morning yoga.

During her class, in the silence when she stretched and posed, all she could think about was Melissa. She imagined that she was here, and she imagined herself getting in her face and her refusing to back down, before they grabbed hold of each other and flung themselves around the yoga studio. She even found herself looking over at her friend Amanda, wondering who would win if they fought. What was happening to her, why couldn’t she stop thinking about this?

After the class finished, she changed into her work clothes and got ready to head in. Work seemed to drag by during the day, thankfully she was fairly busy, with a couple of client meetings to keep her occupied, but all she could think about was getting back on Facebook and seeing if Melissa had seen her post. When she finally got home she eagerly opened her phone. Melissa had indeed seen her picture, she had given it a like. Ashley also saw that she had a message from the other woman from about an hour ago.

Melissa: “Hey Ashley, how are you? I was hoping we could talk on here. My daughter, Cat was acting strange over break, I think maybe something happened at school. Do you know why that could be? Has Alex told you anything?”

Ashley thought, “yes I know what happened, my daughter kicked your daughter’s ass.”
She saw that Melissa was still online. She opened a message of her own. She didn’t know whether to tell her or not. How would she react? Would she try to press charges or something? She decided to just be truthful.

Ashley: “Umm yeah, Alex did tell me what happened actually. It sounds like the two of them got into a little fight. Sorry.”

She had to wait for a couple of minutes before Melissa responded.

Melissa: “Oh, that’s ok. Cat told me as well, and it sounds like they are both to blame, you know how girls can get, especially trapped together in those tiny dorm rooms. I’m just happy neither of them got hurt.”

Ashely breathed a sigh of relief before messaging back.

Ashley: “Exactly, I’m glad you’re not angry. How is Cat doing?”

Melissa: “She’s doing fine, I think she was a little mad at first, but like I said she wasn’t really hurt.

Ashley: “That’s good, Alex was pretty much the same.”

Melissa: “Maybe it’s a good thing they got to blow off a little steam.”

Ashley swallowed. Melissa was definitely not mad. She decided to push their conversation further in this direction, typing out her reply.

Ashley: “Ha, ha, yeah it was probably pretty cathartic! Sometimes I wish I had the guts to just go for it, to lay it all on the line like that. It sounds like such a rush!”

Melissa: “I know right! I’m so competitive too. I swam in college and loved the feeling of just beating another girl in a race, I can’t imagine how good it must feel to physically force someone to admit you beat them.”

Ashley: “Tell me about it, ever since Alex told me what happened I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what it must have been like!”

Melissa: “Haha, I’ve been thinking the same thing! Have you ever actually been in a fight before?”

Ashley: “I pulled some girl’s hair when I was in college, not sure I’d call it a real fight though, it was over in about 20 seconds, nothing like our daughters did though. What about you?”

Melissa: “Not exactly. I wrestle with my husband now and again, but its not exactly competitive. I’ve had my eye on my sister-in-law though, if she says one more thing about my house we might just have to throw down! Hahaha.”

Ashley set her phone down for a minute, standing up to pace back and forth in thought. She suddenly had too much energy to sit still. It was clear that Melissa was not mad, and that she was not opposed to the idea of fighting. After messaging with her, Ashley suddenly realized she wanted to fight this woman more than anything. But how could she get there? She couldn’t just challenge her to a fight, right? She sat back down and picked up her phone.

Ashley: “You know, I’m kind of surprised you let Cat move back into the dorms this semester.”

Melissa: “Why is that?”

Ashley: “Well it might be awkward, having to live with the girl who beat you up. I just hope they don’t get into it again, Cat could get hurt even worse.”

Melissa: “Yeah, hopefully they won’t, but Cat didn’t exactly get beat up. I wouldn’t want your daughter to get hurt either.”

Ashley: “Oh I don’t think we have to worry about that, it wasn’t my daughter who was crying in the end.”

Melissa: “Your daughter only won because she fought dirty!! If she wouldn’t have grabbed Cat’s pussy she would have been choked out!”

Ashley caught her breath. So it looked like Cat had told her mother the whole story. She typed back.

Ashley: “Yeah keep on telling yourself that honey, we both know that if they fight again my daughter will kick your Cat’s ass just like she already did. Hell, I hope they do fight again so I can rub it your face!”

Melissa: “Fuck you ‘honey’, if they fight again Alex is going to be the one crying. And leave my daughter’s name out of your mouth!  If you want a fucking fight, pick on someone your own size, not my damn daughter!

Ashley held her breath, deciding to go for it. Her hands shook as she typed.

Ashley: “You’re my size bitch.”

There was a pause from Melissa, before it said she was typing again.

Melissa: “Do you wanna fight me slut? Cause that would be a big fucking mistake!”

Ashley: “Why not? My daughter kicked Cat’s ass and she made it sound so fun, I want to have a story of my own to tell her.”

Melissa: “Oh it is on bitch! If you wanna fight, we can fight, where do you want to do this?”

Ashley couldn’t believe it, she could feel her heart thumping with excitement.

Ashley: “My husband will be out of town this whole weekend, if you want to get your ass beat you can come on over. If you’re not too much of a chicken shit pussy. 1813 Sampson Drive.”

Melissa: “Oh you better believe I will be there bitch. Make sure you have some ice packs ready, cause tomorrow I’m going to fuck you up.”

With that Ashley set down her phone. She felt as if she had just run a race. Her head was spinning. Had she really just arranged to fight the mother of her daughter’s roommate? She thought about what they had said, and started to feel a bit of hesitation. She definitely wanted to fight, so much so that it may have clouded her judgement. She was a grown, professional woman; what would the people at the office say if she showed up next Monday with a black eye? 

She tried to calm herself down, reminding herself that Melissa had a job as well, surely she couldn’t just get into a full on brawl either. She would have to talk to her before hand and see if they could lay down some ground rules, though the thought of what her boss’ face would look like if he saw her come to work with a bunch of bruises on her face, like she was in Fight Club or something, made her smile to herself.

The rest of the night seemed to pass her by in a blur. She could hardly believe that after weeks of fantasizing about it she was actually going to fight another woman. She was extremely nervous but also strangely exited. At around 10:00pm she climbed into bed.

Ashley woke up the next morning and stared at the light seeping through her blinds. She could hardly believe that the conversation she and Melissa had had the previous night had really happened. She turned over, picking up her phone and looking back over the messages. Well, they were there so that meant that the whole thing hadn’t just been a dream. As the realization of what she had agreed to do set in, she began to feel the slight tugs of nervous nausea in her stomach. She didn’t get up, but continued to lay in bed staring at her window. She wondered if Melissa really would show up or if the two of them would just chalk their online confrontation up to late night bravado, in the heat of the vicarious excitement they felt thinking about their daughters fighting. She couldn’t decide whether or not she actually wanted Melissa to come.

Suddenly she heard the pinging sound of a notification come from her phone behind her. She quickly turned around to look. A message had appeared on her screen.

Melissa: “Are we still on for today bitch?”

Well, it looked like Melissa was still planning to go through with it. That was it. There was no way she was backing down now. She opened her phone to reply.

Ashley: “Oh you bet we are, if you really still want to get your ass kicked today feel free to stop by.”

Melissa: “Yeah, that is definitely not going to happen. I’ll be there at 11:00.”

Ashley felt her pulse begin to quicken. She looked up at her phone’s clock. It read 8:31am. She had about two and a half hours before she was going to get in a fight for the first time in over twenty years. She climbed out of bed and went downstairs thinking that some protein and fresh orange juice might give her enough energy to go through with this. She ate two eggs, a slice of toast, and drank her juice before she finally calmed down. This still didn’t feel real, but at least she didn’t feel like she needed to puke anymore. She wondered where their fight was going to happen. As it was happening at her house it seemed like she should have a room set up. They could fight in the dining room, it was certainly big enough but the hardwood floors wouldn’t exactly make for a soft landing. They could fight in the back yard, but what if the neighbors saw? It seemed too weird for Ashley to immediately invite this woman she was going to get into a fight with into her bedroom, so she settled on the living room. It had a nice soft carpet and was big enough to provide all the space they could need.

She started to prepare the room by pushing the couch up against the wall and the two lounge chairs up into opposite corners. She removed the coffee table entirely and took the nicknacks off of the one shelf. She threw a blanket over their TV, which was also sitting on the shelf above the fireplace. She tried to imagine what her daughter would say if she knew she was about to fight her roommate’s mother in their living room. She wondered if her fight was going to get as crazy as her daughter’s.

She didn’t really know what to do next. She thought about taking a shower but that seemed pointless so she went back to her room to get dressed for the fight. She decided on a light blue sports bra and matching yoga shorts. She checked the time again and saw that she had about 20 minutes before Melissa was supposed to arrive. She walked back into the living room, which had a large bay window overlooking the front yard and street. Ashley couldn’t sit still so instead of just pacing back and forth she decided to do some light yoga, facing the window so she would see Melissa when she arrived. She figured it would help her relax, plus it might be an advantage if Melissa was stiff from her car ride and she was all limbered up.

After what seemed like forever, Ashley stepped out of her pose and went to check the time on her phone. It was 11:06, Melissa was late. Could she have chickened out? Had she just been winding her up? Frustrated Ashley went to the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water, an extremely light sheen of perspiration shone on her pale skin.

When she came back into the living room her heartbeat sped up as she saw a white SUV parked in front of her drive. She set her cup down and walked over to the window. Just as she was looking out she saw the driver’s door open and Melissa step out and begin to make her way up the walkway. The other woman was dressed similarly, wearing tight white yoga shorts and what looked like a white sports bra underneath a pale green tank top. She noted with relief that the other woman also had her nails trimmed short, so she wouldn’t be at a disadvantage there.

Ashley could just make out the sound of her flip flops as they sounded on the pavement with each step. She had a small gym bag slung around her shoulders and Ashley had to stifle a nervous giggle at this. Melissa looked for all the world as though she were walking into a yoga class rather than a catfight. However, her blond hair was tied up in a youthful ponytail, which Ashley was quick to match.

As Ashley watched the other woman with her heart in her throat she wondered if she was crazy for doing this. What if Melissa beat the shit out of her, and in her own house?She tried to get that image out of her mind. They were the same size, and probably about the same strength, so even if she lost it was pretty unlikely she would really get her ass kicked.

Suddenly her musings were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Ashley jumped slightly and dropped her phone down on to the couch before she hurried to the door. With a deep breath she pulled it open and came face to face with her opponent at last.

The two women stared awkwardly at each other for a moment, neither quite sure what to say before Melissa abruptly said, “Well, I’m here, are we doing this or what?”

Ashley replied “I’m surprised you actually turned up, I wasn’t sure you were going to show.” With that she turned around and started to make her way back into the living room, she could hear that Melissa was following along behind her.

“Of course I’m here,” Melissa snapped back, “it’s not like I’m afraid of you.”

They came into the living room, Melissa walked over to the couch pushed against the wall and set her gym bag down on it. She slipped off her flip flops and set them underneath the couch. She then pulled off her tank top which left her in an outfit nearly identical to Ashley’s except all in white rather than pale blue. Ashley had followed her into the room but had stopped at the opposite end of her long couch. She watched in silence as the other woman began to stretch, then began stretching herself so she wasn’t just standing there. God, it was awkward. They had both been so confident when texting but now that they were here in the same room, being faced with the need to back up their assertions of dominance, they didn’t seem to be able to look at each other.

Ashley didn’t know what to say, funnily enough she had never been in a situation like this, about to fight someone who was nearly a stranger, but whom she felt she knew so well after weeks of fantasizing. Still, she felt she had to say something to cut the tension so that it sprung into action.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again before finally saying, “So, you ready to see what it felt like for your daughter when she got her ass kicked?”

Instantly Melissa’s eyes snapped up to hers as she angrily replied, “Oh, please! My daughter was the one winning until your little tramp cheated!”

“It wasn’t my daughter who gave up honey,” Ashley replied with a mocking smile, “but hey, when you end up crying like Cat did, I have plenty of tissues for you in the next room.”

“Oh fuck you Ashley!” Melissa snapped back, “We’ll see how much shit you talk when you’ve got my ass in your face.”

Ashley saws Melissa’s eyes widen slightly as she said this, obviously taken aback by her own nerve, and she felt her eyes do the same. Where had that come from? This might turn out to be quite the battle.

Ashley had to respond to that, “If you think I’m going to have YOUR ass in MY face, and not the other way around, you are dreaming bitch.”

The two women stared at each other. Melissa looked like she wanted to respond but couldn’t think of anything else to say. They kept on stretching. Melissa went down into a full split in an impressive display of flexibility. Not to be outdone Ashley dropped into a split of her own, stretch her arms towards one leg and groaning softly at the strain. The two women stayed like this, both avoiding each others eyes while obviously looking at the other, their quickened breath sounding louder in the silence, both slightly flushed from their brief verbal exchange.

 Suddenly Melissa’s voice broke the silence. “So how are we doing this?”

Ashley looked up at her, “I don’t know, I guess we just go for it? Unless you think we should have some ground rules.”

Their false bravado seemed to have been replaced by an energy of nervous anticipation.

“Maybe we should have some boundaries,” Melissa replied, “Like, can we agree that we shouldn’t bite each other or gouge each other’s eyes out, or anything like that?”

“Definitely,” Ashley said, “I’m glad you said that actually. I think it would be good if we also agreed to not hit each other in the face. I don’t want to be all marked up in front of my clients.”

“That’s a good idea, my boss probably wouldn’t like it if I looked too banged up either.”

After another 30 seconds or so of stretching Ashley said, “Well I’m ready if you are. Should we get started?”

Melissa pulled herself out of her split and stood up. “Yeah, lets do it.”

Ashley mirrored the other woman’s movements as the two of them began to face off, shifting their weight from one foot to another and trying to decide on their first move. Suddenly Melissa lunged forward and Ashley moved to meet her, throwing her arms around her opponent and squeezing for all she was worth as she felt Melissa do the same.

Compressed in a furious bearhug the two women stumbled around the center of the room. Their heads were sat on their opponents shoulders, and their breasts were pressed firmly together as they pushed and pulled each other back and forth across the carpet, groaning and grunting into each others ears. Their breathing started to come with increasing difficulty as they both put all of their force into crushing the air out of the other. Neither of them seemed sure of what they were doing and so they just clung to each other, each attempting to simply outmuscle the other.

This went on for what felt like 5 minutes, but was in reality just under two before Ashley realized that it wasn’t working; although it was painful, neither of them were going get the other to submit just by squeezing the shit out of her, they were just too evenly matched. Just as she was trying to consider her next move through the pain that Melissa was inflicting on her, she felt the other woman’s arms release her midsection and droop slightly towards her sides. She pressed her advantage, leaning forward and bending Melissa back, going up on her toes so that she could squeeze even harder. She heard Melissa groan loudly, and then felt her arms swing up and wrap around her neck. Melissa turned her whole body, using Ashley’s unbalanced stance to her advantage as she flung her to the ground.

Ashley felt the air leave her lungs as she landed hard with Melissa on top of her. The other woman still had her arms wrapped around her head, but now her right tit was pressing firmly into Ashleys face, limiting her ability to breath. She began to panic slightly, realizing if she didn’t get out of this the fight would be over before it really started. She flailed around a little, eventually hooking her upper foot around Melissa’s calf and attempted to drag her over and underneath her but Melissa slipped her leg away and moved it out of reach.

The one advantage that Ashley still had was that, because Melissa was holding her head with both arms, both of Ashley’s hands were free. She reached her left one up, grabbing the base of Melissa’s ponytail and pulling it back. She saw the other woman grit her teeth in pain as her head was yanked back. Melissa’s tit started to raise off of her face, giving her room to draw a breath. Her other hand darted forward and grabbed Melissa’s raised breast eliciting an even louder groan. As she dug her fingers in she heard Melissa yell out.

“Arrgghhh, you dirty bitch! I see where Alex gets it from!”

Ashley didn’t respond. She felt Melissa pull her head towards her, trying to shove her breast back in her face. She saw her erect nipple through her sports bra and brought her fingers to it. Pinching it tightly and twisting. Melissa cried out again, and clearly she had had enough of this, as she released her grip on Ashley’s head.

Ashley’s head dropped back to the floor but before she could do anything Melissa shoved her shoulders to the ground and swung her leg over her stomach, mounting her fully. She wrapped both hands around Ashley’s wrist and painfully removed the hand from her nipple, before grabbing both of her wrists and leaning forward, using her weight and leverage to force Ashley’s hands roughly to the floor. As she leaned forward her breasts pressed into Ashley’s face again, and it was all the other woman could do to keep them from smothering her.

Ashley cried out in anger and frustration, “Get your fucking tits out of my face!”

Bringing her knee up sharply into the small of Melissa’s back and bucking as hard as she could, Ashley managed to heave the other woman off of her, quickly pulling her wrists out of her grips and shoving herself away.

They both quickly clambered to their feet, eyeing each other furiously before lunging together again, this time clasping their hands together in a classic test of strength, all uncertainty gone. Their fingers squeezed against each other, turning white with strain as they pushed each other back and forth, never moving more than a foot or so in either direction. Much like their daughters, the two mothers were almost exactly the same strength.

Ashley glared at her opponent, blue eyes boring into green as the two of them struggled against each other. Their seemingly identical breasts faced off as well, each pair of nipples jutting through the fabric of their sports bras as if they were challenging each other.

Obviously tiring of their stalemate, Melissa launched a kick at her, her foot striking the middle of her thigh. Ashley quickly responded by kicking the other woman in the shin, and they began to trade kicks back and forth along each other’s legs, hands still clasped tightly together, but now it was as if they were engaged in some strange, violent dance rather than just shoving against each other.

Their legs were beginning to redden from the repeated kicks when suddenly one of Melissa’s blows caught Ashley right in her vagina. She yelled out in pain as she felt her legs go weak and doubled over before dropping down to one knee as their hands unclasped and came apart. No longer facing any equal resistance, Melissa stepped forward and shoved Ashley to the ground, jumping down on top of her.

Ashley however, had already began to catch her breath, and she threw her arms around Melissa’s back and rolled her over coming up on top of her. Ashley could still feel the aching in her groin and was desperate to pay Melissa back in kind. She forced her right leg between Melissa’s and brought her knee up, sharply striking her opponent in her own pussy.

Melissa yelled out as she felt Ashley’s knee hit her. She felt a pain in her stomach that made her want to be sick. She realized that Ashley was pulling her leg back for another knee and quickly locked her both her legs around Ashley’s right one. Squeezing them together as tightly as she could, desperately trying to prevent another knee from hitting her. She managed to also wrap her own arms around Ashley’s back and with a groan of exertion, she heaved the other woman over.

The two mothers rolled back and forth, trading top position as they squeezed each other. They were so tightly entangled that neither one could strike the other, or really do anything more than try to stay on top of her rival. Their breasts were smashed together and they could each feel the other’s nipples dig into the engorged tissue of their breasts like hard little rocks.

After several minutes of rolling back and forth, Melissa threw Ashley over again, but found them stopped halfway through the roll as the other woman’s back pressed against her long couch. The two women faced each other on their sides, still hugging each other tightly. The only limb that was free was Ashley’s top leg, the one that was not trapped between Melissa’s. She stretched it down and used her foot to pry apart Melissa’s feet, as the other woman tried in vain to hold them together.

As soon as Melissa’s legs came apart Ashley kicked off the couch and pulled her own leg free she rolled on top of Melissa and released her bearhug, using her free arms to pull her opponent’s arms off of her before climbing up to sit on her stomach.

Melissa bucked and writhed, trying in vain to unseat Ashley as she felt the other woman slowly inching up to come and straddle her chest. She reached up to try to grab at Ashley’s tits but the other woman managed to grab her wrists.

Their arms pin-balled furiously as Melissa desperately tried to free her wrists and Ashley tried to force them to the ground. Ashley put all her weight and leverage behind her right arm, forcing Melissa’s to the floor and quickly trapping it under her leg before repeating this process on the left side. Melissa continued to buck, but again it was to no avail as Ashley scooted higher and higher up, eventually placing the seat of her tiny workout shorts on Melissa’s chin, and staring down into her rival’s eyes with a look of fierce triumph.

“So Mel,” Ashley said, panting heavily, “who is sitting on whose face?”

Melissa did not respond, but continued her struggle to escape. She bucked Ashley forward, almost managing to dislodge but the other woman was able to brace herself and keep her mount.

Suddenly Ashley had a thought. She looked around until she saw her phone laying near them on the couch where she had dropped it before the fight. Luckily it was just within arms length and she reached over to grab it, swiping left to open up her camera and turning it over to the front facing lens so she could see her own face. She extended her arm above her so that she could see both of them before taking a picture. She looked wild; her hair looked like a bird’s nest, there were red splotches and marks all over her body, and streaks of sweat ran down her face, chest, and lightly toned stomach. She looked with pride at her memento of her victory, before quickly throwing her phone back on the couch and turning her attention to the woman she held beneath her, who was still bucking and writhing to get away.
“You done yet?” Ashley asked, only to be answered with another powerful buck. She leaned back to catch her breath.

“Just so you know, I grew up riding hors-”

Her words were cut off as Melissa’s feet swung up to hook around her face, yanking her backwards and down to the ground. She quickly tried to sit up but Melissa’s feet were keeping her head pressed to the ground, preventing her from rising. She felt the other woman try to sit up into her, but quickly swung her right leg out and managed to force Melissa’s head down with her own foot, before bringing her left leg over and locking her ankles, just as Melissa was now doing. The two women thrashed around, both trying to escape. However, neither seemed to be able to make any progress as their heads were held down.

And so their tightly tangled forms inched along the floor due their aggressive movement, both on their backs looking straight up, only able to see the ceiling and their opponent’s feet.

They lay like this for about a minute neither able to free themselves or think of what to do next. Ashley felt Melissa’s legs start squeezing her sides and she tightened her core to try to lessen the pressure. She realized that she might be in trouble here. Her hips were on top of Melissa’s and that meant that while the other woman’s legs came up around her body, her own were not able to wrap around Melissa and squeeze her back.

She heard Melissa growl, “Give up bitch!”

“Fuck you whore!”

Ashley didn’t want to submit, she had Melissa trapped, in fact they were both stuck, but if Melissa was hurting her and she couldn’t hurt her back, she didn’t see what else she could do. Suddenly, she thought back to what her daughter had told her about her own fight, and how she had won it.

She reached her hand down under her own legs and crawled her fingers up the inside of Melissa’s thigh, reaching the hem of her skin tight shorts and forcing her fingers under it. She felt the heat and moisture of Melissa’s sex and she extended her fingers towards it, feeling the other mother try to shift her hips back and away from her scrambling fingers. Ashley exhaled in frustration as she realized that she couldn’t quite reach Melissa’s pussy. She settled for wrapping her fingers in her pubic hair and pulling as hard as she could from her awkward position.

She heard Melissa groan and quietly breath out a curse, before moving to respond. She felt the other woman’s hand wrap around her leg inch it’s way up towards her crotch, groping for anything to grab. She braced herself for pain before she realized that Melissa couldn’t quite reach her shorts, she had a brief moment of relief before she felt Melissa pinch her hard, quite high on the inside of her thigh.

The two women lay like this, gritting their teeth against the pain, each holding their opponent’s head down with their feet, pulling and pinching and squeezing at each other in this awkward war of attrition. After what felt like forever Ashley felt Melissa unlock her ankles and give up her pinching. She had a moment where she felt she could breath again before she felt Melissa pull her left leg back and press her toes into her jawline, pushing her backwards. Ashley still had a grip on Melissa’s pubic hair but released it, as she realized that it wouldn’t hold. The two women kicked themselves apart from each other, scrambling to their knees and flinging themselves at each other again.

 Melissa had managed to get up just slightly quicker and so she was on top as the two women crashed to the ground again. However, she realized a second too late that she had landed herself between Ashley’s legs when she felt the other woman’s scissors start to squeeze her sides. She grunted in pain and wrapped a hand in Ashley’s hair pulling it fiercely.

DING DONG

The two women froze and looked at each other, eyes wide with sudden panic as they were pulled back to reality by the ring of the doorbell. When they heard the lock turn and the door start to open they quickly released each other and scrambled apart as fast as they could.

They heard a voice call out from the hall  “Hey Ashley, I was just in the neighborhood so I thought I’d stop by to see if you wanted to go grab a coffee or something.”

Ashley recognized the voice as that of her best friend Amanda. The two of them were close enough that they had keys for each others houses and would often just let themselves in. Amanda came into the room, bright and smiling as usual, but pulled up short at the sight of the two women. Ashley realized how they must look, both very disheveled, with wild hair, reddened and flushed skin, standing there in their sports bras and tiny shorts drenched in sweat, erect nipples jutting out and clearly quite visible.

“Hey Mandy,” Ashley said as brightly as she could while trying to catch her breath, “This is my friend Melissa, we were just doing a little workout back here.”

“Oh…ok,” Amanda replied, looking awkward and maybe unconvinced as she stepped forward to shake Melissa’s hand, “Nice to meet you… have you guys been friends for a while then?”

“No, no,” Ashley said back as the other two introduced themselves, “we haven’t known each other for very long. Our daughters are roommates.”

“Ok cool. It’s nice that you two are becoming friends then! Do you want to get a coffee then Ash, or am I interrupting?

“No, you’re not, we just finished up here. I’d love to grab one, just give me a second to shower and change.”

“Nice. Sorry about just barging in, I didn’t know you had company. Do you want to come to Melissa?”

Melissa took a second before she awkwardly responded, “Oh no, thanks for asking but I have to get away anyway. Maybe next time.”

“Ok, well it was nice to meet you, maybe I’ll see you later, it would be fun for us all to hang out.”

“Yeah, definitely. That sounds good. It was nice to meet you too.”

And with that Melissa, pulled on her tank top and flip flops, grabbed her bag, and with one last awkward and conflicted look back at Ashley, she walked out to her car.

Ashley quickly showered and changed into a cute dress and leggings before leaving with Amanda for their coffee date. As she sat there, half listening to her friend talk about her day, she thought about what had just happened. She couldn’t believe that she had just gotten into her first fight since the 30 second scrap she had had in her 20’s. Her whole body ached and burned but her head was buzzing with adrenaline and residual excitement. She could not believe how amazing it had been, why had she never done this before? She had never been so turned on in her whole life, it was even better than what her daughter had described.

She wondered what Melissa was thinking. Surely the two of them couldn’t just leave it like they had, they were both too competitive to let their fight end in a draw. She heard Amanda pause, waiting for her to reply to a question she had obviously been too distracted to hear. She looked at her friend sitting with her at this fancy café.
What would she say if she knew that less than an hour ago, her and Melissa had been rolling around on the floor, each desperately trying to force the other mother to submit?

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Alex was sitting in her dorm bed, looking over some lecture notes on the dimmed screen of the computer laying in her lap. Her roommate Cat was laying in her own bed, eyes hidden behind the sleeping mask she had taken to wearing. Weirdly enough, ever since they had fought each other for the second time around a week ago, they had become good friends again, talking and laughing about the fights they had had with each other. Although, behind the smiles and the laughing there was a definite competitive edge between them that had not been there before.

Her phone lit up the darkness as the screen came on to notify her of a new message. She opened her phone without looking at what it was, then almost dropped it when she saw the picture that appeared on her screen. It showed her mother, looking like a wild woman with her hair in a state of total disarray, her face and body covered in streaks of sweat, her sports bra translucent, and her eyes glowing with the wild light of primal triumph. It took Alex a second to realize that her mother was sitting on top of another woman, the sweat soaked crotch of her tiny shorts pressing into her chin. Her mouth actually fell open and her eyes widened with shock, and a little bit of awe when she realized that the woman whose straining face was trapped between her mother’s legs was none other than Melissa, the mother of the girl who was sleeping not ten feet away from her.

With trembling hands she typed out her reply, “OMG Mom, wtf! What happened?”

[Doc Holliday]

Part IV


The March sun shown through her rolled down window as Melissa Williamson got off the highway onto the exit which would take her to her daughter’s campus. It had been a cold Winter but Spring seemed to at last be around the corner. Splashes of green appeared in the browned trees and she was wearing a t-shirt again for the first time in months. Although the day was peaceful, her heart was in her throat as she drove through the quiet college town. For several weeks now she had anticipated this journey.

The last few months had been as intensely surreal as any she had ever experienced. When she thought back over what she had felt, said, and done it almost seemed as if she was thinking of a different person. This saga had begun a few months earlier. Her daughter Cat had returned home from her first semester away at college behaving strangely. At first she had seemed distracted and dejected, never giving a real answer when Melissa had asked her what was wrong. However, after a few days it was as though a fire had been sparked in Cat’s chest. She began exercising with more intensity and focus than she ever had before, despite being a lifelong soccer player. Melissa had also thought it strange but somewhat funny that her daughter seemed to have taken an interest in wrestling, asking her older brother to show her moves and lightly spar with her.

Even before she knew the purpose behind this Melissa had joined her daughter in lifting weights and running, excited to spend time with her. Glad as she was that her daughter seemed to have snapped out of her funk, something was still clearly ‘up’, and Melissa was determined to find out what it was. One night, over dinner, she at last managed to pry it out. Her daughter had gotten into a real fight with her roommate Alex, one that she had lost. With no one there to separate the girls they had fought a back and forth battle, resorting to more and more vicious tactics, until, to Melissa’s shock, Cat told her how the other girl had grabbed her clit, pinned her to the ground and nearly twisted her nipple off her chest.

Melissa was shocked, she had thought the two of the had gotten along so well. At first she suggested that her daughter switch rooms, but Cat made it clear that, even though she had lost, she wasn’t beaten. She was determined to stand up to Alex and maybe even pay her back in kind. Melissa could only imagine how difficult it must of been for her daughter to be defeated like that. She had always been such a competitive girl, always determined to finish at the top of her class when it came to academics and athletics. She was always a good sport if she lost on the soccer field, but loosing a game is very different from having another woman physically force you to give in.

Despite her initial shock at Cat’s story Melissa found that she could not get the thought of her daughter fighting out of her head. When she looked at her daughter, or even when she just had a moment to herself she her mind would be drawn back to this fight she had never seen, and every time she would see Cat train, she would imagine her daughter’s body struggling against her roommate’s, and her own body would feel flushed with sensations that she didn’t quite recognize.

To her surprise she found that over the next few days she these daydreams began to shift away from her daughter and onto herself . Melissa had never fought another woman in her life. She had however always been competitive with other women. She had been a swimmer in college (coincidentally the same college where her daughter was now) and had always felt a rush at the thought of winning, not just the race, but winning over other women. Even now, swimming laps in the pool at her local gym she pushed herself harder when there was another woman swimming in the lane beside her, always determined to beat her in their imaginary race, and subtly attempting to assert dominance.

She thought back to an incident that happened just the week before Cat had arrived. She had been swimming at this pool when she saw a woman entering the land beside her who looked to be a serious swimmer. The woman began to swim faster than her and so naturally she sped up when, to her surprise the other woman did the same. Before long they were practically sprinting the lengths of the pool, very clearly racing each other. When she saw the other woman stop after a couple of minutes she stopped as well at the other end of the pool. She looked across at the other woman and saw her panting, just as she was. The nameless redhead had made direct eye contact with her, looking fierce and angry at being beaten in their spontaneous race.

When Melissa had gotten out of the pool the woman had followed her to the locker room. As the two of them had stood at their respective lockers they had clearly been checking each other out; comparing their bodies to that of the woman who had challenged them in the pool. Neither had said a word but the atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife. As she had walked out the redhead had given her a deliberate bump. At the time Melissa had not really thought anything of it, apart from just thinking the woman was rude and mad that she lost. But now she wondered, had there been more to it than that? Was the other woman trying to provoke her into a fight?

Thinking about it now, she wished the woman had said something. It was like she had an itch to tangle. Every time she would go out and see another woman who looked like she might be a good fight, Melissa would imagine them throwing down. She even went back to the pool a few times, at the same time as she had gone before in hopes of seeing the redhead swimmer, although what she would do if she did she really couldn’t say.

It would have been hard to say whether she or her daughter had been anticipating Cat’s return to her dorm more. Melissa had entered the room feeling an exhilarating mix of trepidation and excitement and, although neither of them said anything, she could tell from her distracted energy that Cat felt the same. She had been anticipating seeing Alex again after thinking about the battle she had waged against her daughter, but as she and her mother entered the dorm room all thought of her was forgotten after Melissa turned her attention to the older woman.

She had met Ashley before, when she had dropped Cat off in the fall, but honestly, with all the emotions that had come with her daughter leaving home for the first time, she hadn’t really noticed her. Now however, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. In her fantasies of fighting another woman she had never even considered Ashley as a possible opponent, but now she couldn’t believe she hadn’t. The two of them had seemed to be almost exactly the same height (although Melissa couldn’t really be sure, as they were both wearing heels), and Ashley certainly had an athletic build comparable to her own. Once they had said their goodbyes to their daughters they had stepped out into the corridor together. Melissa had been slightly surprised when the other woman offered her a hug, as Ashley had always come off as a bit standoff-ish. Her surprise had been even greater however when Ashley had thrown her arms around her and given her a squeeze so hard that it seemed more like a bear hug than a friendly goodbye. For a moment Melissa had been shocked, but she had quickly recovered and matched Ashley’s effort, squeezing her just as hard. She had heard the faintest of grunts escape Ashley’s lips. As they separated they had shared a strange, challenging look.

In the days following this meeting Melissa had not been able to stop thinking about Ashley. She had quickly found her Facebook profile and sent a friend request; looking over her pictures, comparing each aspect of their bodies and lives. Along with having virtually identical bodies, their lives seemed to have been running almost parallel. Both were professional women who had gone to reputable universities, built careers, married successful men, had a few kids, and lived in small cities about an hour apart.

Every time there was a pause in her day she would see the two of them rolling around on the ground, desperately trying to subdue each other. She could not believe how excited these daydreams made her. Her husband had even asked why she seemed so distracted. She had given him the excuse that she just missed having her kids around, she had wondered though what his reaction would have been if he had known the truth. He had certainly noticed that their sex, already passionate, had been ratcheted up to a ten on the intensity scale.

After a few days of day dreaming and internet stalking Melissa had finally built up the courage to send Ashley a message on Facebook. She hadn’t really known what to say. She ended up asking if Ashley had noticed Alex behaving strangely, because Cat had been. She had hopped that this would lead to them talking about their daughter’s fight.
When she had opened the app to look at Ashley’s reply she noticed that the other woman had just posted a picture of herself in a bikini. Melissa had to admit that she looked fantastic.

Although the aggressive hug had suggested it, Melissa was still a bit surprised that Ashley knew about the fight, but it had quickly become apparent that she knew the details of the fight just as well as she did. Melissa had tried to make it very clear that the idea of a fight between their daughters didn’t bother her. Ashley had clearly not been bothered either. In fact it seemed as though, much like her, the other mother was fascinated by the idea, she had even admitted to becoming preoccupied with the concept of fighting another woman, just like she had been. When Ashley had said that she wished she had the guts to just go for it, Melissa’s heart rate had spiked. Had she found a kindred spirit in this other mother?

As they had continued to message back and forth Melissa had wondered where to go from there. As wild as it sounded, even in her own thoughts, she had been seriously considering asking Ashley if she wanted to wrestle or something. She had been trying to work up the courage but it seemed so strange. She just didn’t know how to go about it. How exactly was a 46 year old mother supposed to ask a 44 year old woman who she barely knows if she wants to wrestle her?

During a lull in their conversation Melissa had decided to just go for it. She had even typed out her message, “Hey Ashley, I know this might sound kind of crazy, but ever since my daughter told me what happened I haven’t been able to get the idea of tangling with another woman out of my head, and it seems like you haven’t either. If you’re up for it I would love to see how we would do against each other, we seem like we might be a pretty good match right? We could just stick to wrestling, no need to get too crazy. I’m pretty sure I could make you submit! LOL!”

She had been debating whether or not to hit send when all of a sudden Ashley had started talking trash about her daughter. It almost seemed liked she was trying to provoke her, she kept saying that Alex had kicked her ass. Before she knew it they were challenging each other to a full on fight. It still seemed surreal to her the next morning but she was determined not to back down. If her daughter could do it, so could she! And so she had driven to Ashley’s house and fought her.

Their fight had been a wild experience. It had been clear that neither one of them knew what they were doing, but what they lacked in experience they made up for in enthusiasm; the two of them had gone at each other with reckless abandon. They had struggled back and forth; grappling and choking, pinching and pulling, squeezing each others tits. At one point Ashley had even put her hand up her shorts and pulled at her pubes.

There had been no resolution. Before they could finish their fight Ashley’s friend Amanda had burst in the door. That had been an awkward conversation. Amanda had to have known they were fighting right? They had been drenched in sweat and clearly disheveled. Ashley’s coffee table had been moved to the side. Melissa had seen that Ashley still had the wild look of combat in her eyes and knew that she must have it too. If Amanda had guessed what was going on she hadn’t said anything. Maybe she had thought that they had been having sex. Melissa almost felt that that was closer to the truth than she would want to admit, she didn’t think she had ever been so turned on in her whole life.

Ever since their fight Melissa had been thinking about a rematch. She had never felt so intensely alive as when she was fighting Ashley, but she couldn’t think of how to get one. It’s not like they were friends, for all she knew Ashley hated her, it wasn’t like she could just call her up and ask her to fight, right? I mean how do you just ask another grown woman that you had a fight with if she wants to fight again out of nowhere? She didn’t want Ashley to think she was some kind of freak. And what would Cat say if she found out? What would her husband say if he knew?

So Melissa put it off, telling herself everyday that she would do it tomorrow, but somehow never mustering the courage to really do it. But now here it was, the moment was being forced. She had to pick her daughter up and there was a good chance that the other mother would pick her daughter up as well. As she pulled into the campus and saw the dorm halls her heart seemed as though it would beat right out of her chest at the thought of seeing Ashley again.

As she pulled up to the dorm hall where she herself had once been a student, she saw Cat standing on the sidewalk, suitcase in hand. With blond hair that so resembled hers.
She saw no sign of Ashley or her daughter. She breathed out a sigh. She couldn’t decide whether she was relieved or disappointed. She wondered where the other women were. Still, she was dying to ask her daughter what had happened with Alex over the few months since their fight.

As she pulled up alongside her daughter she saw Cat’s eyes rise and notice her car. Her daughter smiled and walked up to the rolled down passenger window.

“Hey mom! How’s it goin’?”

Cat opened the back door at set her suitcase on the seat before coming back to sit beside her mother.

Melissa beamed back at her daughter, happy to see her for the first time in months, “I’m good baby! How are you?”

Her daughter reached across the center console to give her a quick hug.

“Oh, I’m good too,” Cat said with a sigh, “those last few weeks were rough with midterms and all.”

Melissa made a sympathetic noise. “Oh I can imagine.” She decided to test the waters. “Is Alex still up in your room?”

“No,” Cat replied nonchalantly, “her mom picked her up like twenty minutes ago.”

Melissa decided to leave it there for now. After all, she was just seeing her daughter again. The two of them made happy small talk, discussing Cat’s midterms and Melissa’s office politics. She heartily congratulated her daughter on making it to Spring break. After about ten minutes of this Melissa decided to probe again, she just couldn’t help herself.

“So,” she asked tentatively, “how have things been with Alex?”

Cat paused and gave her mother a sharp look before replying with a little chuckle, “Things have been good mom, it seems like we’re back to being friends again.”

“So…,” Melissa prompted, trying not to let on how invested she was, “what happened, did you two talk about your… your fight?”

Cat gave a wry smile. “We discussed it, but there wasn’t much talking.”

“What do you mean?” Melissa asked, practically bursting with curiosity, “What did you say?”

“Well… we sort of went at it again.”

“No!? You fought again? What happened? Who won?” Melissa shot out her questions in rapid fire.

Cat was smiling wider now, although it seemed she was trying not to. “Well, when we first saw each other it was really awkward, neither of us really said anything, but that first night back we ran in to each other in the showers. We argued and almost fought right there, but we managed to make it back to our room.”

Melissa’s head was spinning, she felt like she was about to burst. “And then? Who won?”

“Well, it was a hard fight,” Cat replied, no longer bothering to conceal her joy, “It was really back and forth but eventually I got her head between my legs and she gave up.”

“Oh my god,” Melissa breathed, “well I guess I should congratulate you again.”

Melissa then looked up sharply, “Wait a minute. You said you argued in the showers? Did you… fight…?”

“Did we fight what mom?”

“Uhh.. were you dressed?” Melissa stammered, going beet red.

Cat laughed sheepishly and looked down, she was blushing too. “Well, no. I mean we were both pretty heated, and just in our towels. I mean it’s not like we stopped to put clothes back on.”

Melissa’s head was spinning. She could feel her hands sweating against the wheel. “Oh My God! Cat! What was that like? I can hardly imagine.”

Cat laughed again, “I don’t know… sweaty? I was super nervous at first but once the fight started I didn’t really have much time to think about it.”


Melissa let out a disbelieving scoff of a laugh, shaking her head. “So you guys dropped your towels, fought, you beat her, then what? What did she do?”

“I don’t really know what happened. Once I beat her we just started joking around and it was like we were friends again. Maybe we just needed to be on even footing again. You know tied 1-1.”

“I guess that makes sense,”  Melissa said after a moment, “So, you think you will stay roommates?”

“Yeah, I think so mom. It would be nice not to have to find a new roommate next year. We were talking about looking for an apartment here over the summer.”

“So you really think you can just keep living with her,” Melissa said, “your not mad at her at all.”

“No, I’m really not. I mean the whole thing was partially my fault, the fight wasn’t just on her. It honestly seemed like it brought us closer together, weirdly enough. Plus to tell you the truth…”

“What?”

“I kind of liked it,” Cat said, not looking at her mother.

“Fighting?” Melissa questioned with breathy anticipation.

“Ugh yeah,” Cat replied hesitantly, “It was honestly such a rush.” She began speaking with a more animated confidence, “I never done anything so primal in my life. I mean to pit myself against another woman, to try to force her to admit defeat while she tries to force me to do the same, I can’t imagine any other competition that could ever come close.”

Melissa felt herself flush. She didn’t know how to reply to that. Her daughter had just described her own feelings to a tee. They sat in silence for a moment before her daughter spoke again.

“Have you ever fought mom?” Cat inquired, “I know you can get pretty competitive.”

Melissa swallowed. She almost blurted out the truth then and there, but what would she say? Oh yeah, I fought Alex’s mom back in January. She just couldn’t make herself do it.

“What do you think I’m in a secret fight club for moms or something?” Melissa smiled “No I haven’t fought anyone.”

Cat looked disappointed. “Well would you ever want to?”

Melissa couldn’t believe where this conversation was going. She tried to control her breathing.

“You know what, the way you talk about it I think I just might.”

They sat there in silence for about half a minute before Cat asked, “So… Who would you want to fight?”

Melissa reached for the first thing she could think of. “Oh, I might wanna have a go at your Aunt Kathy one of these days,” she said laughing.

“Oh come on mom,” Cat said, “she’s a mouse. You would kick her ass, you’re so much bigger than her. Don’t you wanna fight someone that would give you an actual challenge?”

“Ha, yeah I guess so. Who do you think I should fight then?”

Cat paused again. After about thirty seconds she spoke.

“Well, I don’t know, you and Mrs. Stevens seem like you’d be pretty evenly matched.”

Melissa inhaled sharply. Her heart was suddenly beating so loudly she was surprised Cat couldn’t hear it.

She tried to play it off. “You think so, why is that?”

“Well you are both like almost the exact same size,” Cat replied, “and I know she takes the gym pretty seriously too.”

Again Melissa tried to dismiss her. “I lift all the time, I beat you when we arm wrestle! You really think she’s as strong as me?”

“Ha. ha,” Cat laughed sarcastically, “that was like two years ago that you beat me mom. And Yeah, I actually think your probably pretty even fitness wise.”

“Oh please, I was a college athlete.”

“So was she. She played tennis at UCLA.”

“I do…”

“Mom!” Cat interrupts. “Mom. I don’t know how to say this so… I saw a picture of her sitting on your face.”

Melissa’s world upended. “Wha… what? What do you mean?”

Cat’s face was bright red and she wouldn’t look at her mother, but she plowed determinately ahead. “Back in January, after me and Alex fought and we were back to being friends, we were sitting in our dorm just hanging out and Alex got a picture from her mom,” she swallowed, “and it showed, well it showed her pinning you and basically sitting on your face.”

Melissa was shocked, she remembered Ashley taking a selfie when she had briefly had her pinned, but she hadn’t thought much of it. She had never considered the possibility that Ashley would have sent the picture to her daughter, and she had certainly never imagined that her own daughter could have seen it.

Melissa finally spoke, “I don’t know exactly what you saw or what she said, but she did not beat me, her friend came in before we could finish.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you and Ashley fought?”

“I don’t know,” Melissa sighed, “I guess I was just a little embarrassed.”

“So, what are you going to do, are you going to fight her again?”

“I don’t know, we haven’t talked since we fought.”

“Well, do you want to fight her again?”

Melissa finally looked her daughter in the eye. “Call Alex. Have her put her mother on the phone.”

Cat pulled out her phone and dialed. It rang twice before Alex picked up. Melissa could hear her bright voice over the speaker.

“Hey roomie! What’s up?”

“Hey Alex! Is your mom there?”

“Yeah she’s here, we’re just in the car on the way home.”

“Can you put her on the speaker, my mom wants to talk to her?”

“Oh, ok” Alex said knowingly, “here she is.”

“Ashley,” Melissa snapped, “what is wrong with you? Why would you send that picture?”

“Hello to you too Melissa,” Ashley’s said sarcastically, “I sent it because I wanted to show my daughter that I can kick ass, just like her.”

“Only one problem with that Ashley,” Melissa said, “you didn’t win.”

“Only because Mandy came in when she did. If she would have been five minutes later she would have seen me sitting on your face again.”

Melissa felt her face flush in anger. “You were NOT winning our fight!”

“Look Melissa, I’m sorry that you’re embarrassed because your daughter saw that you had my pussy in your face, but I was kicking your butt.”

“Fuck you Ashley! I had your pussy in my face for five seconds. You had my feet in your’s for like five minutes!”

“Oh, my feet were in your face too Mel.”

“I was on top when we broke up!” Melissa growled.

“You were between my legs!” Ashley snapped back, finally getting aggravated.

“You know what Ashley,” Melissa snarled, hardly able to believe what she was saying,“if you’re so sure of yourself how about we find out right now.”

“Oh I would just love to kick your ass again! When and where?”

“I said right now bitch. My house this time. 1824 Mackenzie Lane.”

“Your on whore,” Ashley said, sounding excited rather than angry, “Me and Alex are on our way. I can’t wait to force you to give in front of our daughters. Same rules as last time?”

“Sounds good slut. No biting, eye gouging, or punching in the face.”

“See you in an hour bitch.”

With that one of the women on the other line hung up the phone. Melissa was breathing heavily and she could hear Cat panting as well. She looked over at her daughter. Cat’s eyes were wide with excitement and adrenaline.

Her daughter met her gaze and just said, “You got this mom.”

They were about a 15 minute drive away from their house and they spent this time discussing strategy for the fight. Melissa couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with her daughter. It was almost like Cat had become her coach, she kept giving her advice like, “you gotta remember to use your legs mom, they’re your strongest body part,” and “if she gets a hold of your hair try to grab her tits.”

When they got home Melissa immediately went to her bedroom to change into the clothing she would fight in while Cat went downstairs to get the basement ready for the fight by moving all the furniture out of the way. They had decided that the basement would be the best venue for their contest.

Melissa knew that she probably had about twenty minutes before Ashley got there. She   opened up her the top drawer of her dresser and rifled through until she found what she was looking for. She quickly stripped before pulling on the same white sports bra and white lycra shorts that she had worn during her fight in January. She walked over to her floor length mirror as she put her honey blond hair up in a pony tail. She looked almost exactly as she had before she had driven to Ashley’s house. She gulped as she noticed slightly frayed patches on her bra where Ashley had buried her fingers. She could not believe that after almost two months of fantasizing she was finally going to fight the other woman again.

She made her way downstairs to her basement. It was a large room with a low hanging ceiling, dark grey shag carpet and somewhat dim lights. There was a small bathroom off to the side, and another door that led to their garage gym. Cat had pushed the couch and the reclining chair were her husband liked to sit up against the wall, and moved the low table out in to their garage. Her daughter had changed into sweat pants and a hoodie and was sitting on the couch. She looked up as she entered the basement.

“All ready mom?”

“Yeah,” Melissa replied through a clenched jaw. She felt nervous now for the first time since she had gotten off the phone with Ashley. She couldn’t believe that she was about to fight for the second time in her life, this time in front of her daughter and her daughter’s roommate who she barely knew.

“Well,” Cat said, “I just got a text from Alex and they are about five minutes out.”

She must have seen that Melissa was so nervous because she smiled before continuing. “You got this mom. You’re looking great and you’ve fought her before. Just keep calm and kick her ass, and know that no matter what happens, I think you are awesome for actually going through with this.”

 Melissa actually felt oddly buoyed by this. “Thanks honey…”

She was cut off as they heard the doorbell ring. The two of them looked at each other. “I’ll go get it,” Cat said, and she practically ran off up the stairs. Melissa paced in the basement as she heard the front door open and muted voices carry down the stairs. When she heard them start coming downstairs she turned and faced the entrance. She didn’t know how to stand so she settled for putting her hands on her hips.

Suddenly they were there. Cat led the way, followed by Alex and her mother Ashley. The two mothers immediately locked eyes. Ashley was wearing a white and blue floral sundress and high heels which she pulled off as soon as she got downstairs, leaving them by the staircase and stepping into the room barefoot and in her dress. Her chestnut brown hair was also tied back into a ponytail.

Alex stepped into the room as well. “Hi Mrs. Williamson,” she said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. Melissa couldn’t exactly blame the girl. What does one say to the woman your mother is about to fight?

“Hello Alex,” she replied as the girl went to sit right beside Cat on the couch against the wall. It looked like they really were friends again. Melissa looked back to Ashley. The other mother looked annoyed and like she wanted to ask her something.

“What’s up Ashley, are you going to get ready?” Melissa asked

Ashley looked embarrassed “Can I borrow some workout clothes or something? We drove straight over here and I didn’t have any in the car.”

Melissa smiled gloating at Ashley’s obvious discomfort at having to ask a favor. “I don’t know, do you really think you’ll be able to fit yourself into my clothes? I don’t want them to tear.”

Ashley rolled her eyes and sighed. “Yes, I can obviously fit your clothes Melissa. Now come on, I can’t fight in this dress, are you really going to make me fight in my panties?”

Suddenly Melissa was struck with a bolt of inspiration that made her nervous to even think about, but could she actually go through with it?

“You know what Ashley, sure, if you really need something to fight in here you go.”

With that she reached down and peeled her sports bra over her head, throwing it to a surprised Ashley who reflexively caught it. The other woman’s eyes had widened in shock as she gazed at Melissa’s suddenly bare breasts, and her mouth actually fell open as Melissa pulled off her lycra shorts and threw them over as well, standing there completely naked.

Ashley was openly gawking at her now naked body and she could feel Alex and Cat tense and stare at her in surprise as well. Although they had always been a relatively close family, it had been quite a few years now since Cat had seen her completely naked. She was unable to resist turning to see the two girls reactions and she saw Cat’s shocked eyes. Alex was looking at her with approval and maybe even something like arousal. In truth she was more than a bit surprised at her own daring, but she stood there as confidently as she could manage. Throughout the whole saga of her battle with Ashley she felt that the other woman seemed to have her on the back foot and she was more than a little happy to see Ashley look uncomfortable for once.

Suddenly she heard Alex speak, “Damn, way to go Mrs. Williamson!”

Cat followed, “Yeah, way to go mom!”

Melissa saw Ashley’s eyes harden. It was clear that she was not happy about being upstaged in front of her own daughter. “Ok bitch,” she said, “if that’s how you want to do it, we can do it.”

She pulled of her dress and quickly stripped off her bra and panties until she was as naked as Melissa was. She heard their daughters cheer on the couch behind her but now her eyes were fixed firmly on Ashley. Standing across from each other like this Melissa realized that this must be the first time in probably twenty years that she had been fully naked with a woman of her own age outside of a locker room. Despite all of her previous bravado Melissa had to admit that the two of them couldn’t be more evenly matched. It was almost like she was looking in a mirror. They were just about the same height at 5’6, and it looked like Ashley weighed somewhere near her own 141lbs. They were both clearly very fit, but not to the point that they had lost the softer feminine look. Ashley seemed to have about the same size boobs as her own 32Ds, and they both had a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. It even looked like their feet were the same size.

She broke the tension, “Are you ready now bitch?”

“Oh, you bet I am slut,” Ashley snarled back.

With that the two of them began to circle like alley cats, squatting down and eying each other cautiously. Melissa didn’t know if it was the fact that they were naked or the presence of their daughters but the two of them were much more hesitant this time.

Ashley suddenly took the first step forward but Melissa quickly matched her as they closed the gap between them.  When they were within arms length they reached out and clasped hands, pushing at one another. It quickly became clear that neither of them was going to outmuscle the other as they continued to grasp, push and then release their hands in a struggle to force the other back. They soon began to look for better leverage by grabbing each other by the upper arms and shoulders. Every time Ashley gained ground, Melissa would halt her progress and push her back. The same held true when she was able to advance.

Seeing that this test of strength was getting them nowhere Ashley shoved one of Melissa’s arms to the side a stepped into and beside her, throwing her right arm around the back of Melissa’s head and cinching in a headlock before trying to yank her down. Melissa exhaled in annoyance and tried to return the favor but was only able to get her arm across Ashley’s upper back. Their breasts hung down as they bent at the waist, with Melissa’s left breast and Ashley’s right being squeezed up against one another as they twisted and turned around the carpeted floor. Not able to get a headlock of her own Melissa took her free right hand and clamped onto Ashley’s left breast on the far side of her body. Their heavy breathing turned into groans and yelps as Ashley mirrored her, clawing into Melissa’s right breast with her free left hand.

With both hands now tangled up Ashley tried to take the fight to the floor. She thrust the back of her thigh against the front of Melissa’s and pulled her head down and forward. Melissa stumbled across Ashley’s leg but managed to quickly regain her footing. Although she had managed to remain standing it was a near takedown and Ashley, clearly encouraged by this near success went for it a few more times, but each attempt became more feeble as Melissa was now expecting it. Both women were now grunting in frustration at their inability to escape this standing stalemate.

She heard Ashley snarl, “You’re coming down whore!”

Although she had so far managed to avoid being taken down, Melissa’s head was starting to feel the pain from the pressure applied by Ashley’s headlock. She knew she had to find someway to get out of it. Unable to think of any move that could free her, she decided on the simplest maneuver possible: she just fell down, dragging Ashley down with her as the other woman cried out in surprise.

They immediately let go of their holds on each other’s breasts and each of them began desperately trying to get on top of the other, trying to push their opponent over onto her back. Melissa managed to get Ashley down first, but the other woman heaved her over before being thrown over herself. They rolled over and over, trading top position and shoving at each other’s shoulders. Their legs began to tangle together. Once Melissa felt Ashley’s bare pussy rub roughly over her own as they rolled. She let out a yelp of surprise as the other woman’s pubic hair ground against her own and their labia bumped together sharply.

As they scrambled around on the ground, Ashley managed to get a hold of both of Melissa’s wrists while being on top of her. Melissa thrashed her arms about furiously but was unable to free her wrists from Ashley’s grasp as the other woman, using the superior leverage of being on top forced her arms to the ground with her hands up over her head.

She pinned Melissa’s right arm under one knee but Melissa managed to reach up and grab a hand full of hair with her left hand, yanking down and bucking desperately at the same time. Ashley was pulled off to the side but managed to catch herself on her elbows and remain partially mounted. She then grabbed Melissa’s loosening ponytail with her free right hand and tugged herself back fully on top. Ashley again tried to subdue Melissa’s free hand, and although she fought furiously to keep it free, Melissa had the disadvantage of still having her right arm fully trapped under Ashley’s leg, and eventually found her left arm trapped in the same manner as Ashley’s two hands overpowered and forced down her one, trapping her arm under Ashley’s other leg.

Ashley gave a little laugh as she bounced slightly, squishing Melissa’s breasts under her butt cheeks as Melissa groaned in pain. Melissa bucked like a wild horse but was unable to unseat her opponent, and with each buck just meaning that Ashley came down harder on her tits, Melissa had to try something else. She could barely move her hands, but after a few bucks to create space she managed to work them under Ashley’s thighs. She took a deep breath, dug her fingers in and heaved as hard as she could, thrusting with her hips as well, finally managing to throw Ashley forward and off of her, although the other woman’s butt ran firmly over her face as she was flung forward.

The two women whirled to face each other but remained on their knees. They each gave a few false lunges, attempting to fake the other out. Eventually they clasped hands again. This time however, neither let go and they engaged in something like the juvenile games of mercy that kids play, each trying to bend the others hands back. They snarled at each other, neither willing to give up this little game despite the ache in their hands and arms.

In the relative quiet Melissa could hear Alex’s soft voice. “I can’t believe she finally found someone as stubborn as her.”

Their hand began to tremble as their fingers turned white from pressure. With a shout of effort she planted her right foot and drove forward, yanking her hands free from Ashley’s grip and throwing her arms around the other woman’s back. Their tits, now wet with exertion, slapped together as they desperately squeezed at each other. Ashley had a wild look in her eye and Melissa could feel that she looked the same. Somewhere during the course of the fight their ponytails had come undone and their hair hung loose and damp. Ashley tugged into her even harder, putting her chin on her shoulder and driving her onto her back.

Melissa found her own head coming to rest naturally on Ashley’s shoulder, her right cheek pressed up into Ashley’s left. She struggled to breath as the other woman squeezed her for all she was worth and pressed her into the floor with all her weight. She pressed her head against Ashley’s bending her neck to the side as she planted one foot and pushed off, rolling them both onto their side, as she turned her head she felt the edge of Ashley’s lips touch her own.

Ashley raised her legs up, but before she could get them past her waist Melissa countered, bringing her own legs up to force them back down. Even as they continued to bearhug each other their legs fought their own battle, tangling as each used their feet to try and trap and subdue the other mother’s. Ashley’s head slipped past her own and Melissa felt their noses scrunch together, contorting into grotesque shapes. Their eyes were lined up, and Melissa could even feel her eyelashes brush briefly against Ashley’s, before their heads slid onto the opposite shoulders, trading places.

She heard Ashley yell out, “You fucking bitch!” as she released her top arm and punched Melissa in the side.

Melissa groaned and yelled back, “Fuck you, you fucking whore.” As she replied in kind.

The two of them battered each other with short, but still painful punches to the sides and back. Their lower arms still hugged each other, although they were now not so much squeezing as clinging. Their punches weren’t able to generate very much force, but they continued for what seemed like a long time. Their legs continued to battle for supremacy with their calves and thighs wrapping together and their feet trying to both trap their opponents and remain untrapped.

After several minutes of this Ashley caught her with a punch in what must have been her kidney or some other equally sensitive place. Melissa yelped, and then snarled in annoyance as her momentary distraction had meant that she loosened up her legs enough for Ashley to slip her right foot free and raise it up between them. Melissa felt her push her foot into her abdomen, with her toes pressing into her belly and her heel grinding against her clit. She let out a raspy groan of both pain and pleasure as the other woman extended her leg and shoved her away.

The women both shoved themselves back a few feet to a safe distance before sitting back to catch their breath. Ashley looked a mess and Melissa was sure she looked the same. Their faces were blotchy, their bodies were covered with red spots, and their breasts were slightly swollen from being compressed for as long as they had been. Melissa could feel how hard her nipples were, and from the looks of it, Ashley’s were the same. Their hair hung wet and stringy around their shoulders. Both of them were sucking in ragged breaths.

Melissa spoke first, her breathing still labored, “Couldn’t — take it — bitch?”

Ashley responded with a scoff, “Oh please— Melissa. I was— just sick — of you sweating on me like a pig.”

Melissa responds by climbing back to her knees and shuffling forward. Ashley matches her new attack with arms raised, obviously anticipating another bearhug or game of mercy. She heard her cry out in surprise as she suddenly dove down towards her legs. She let out a groan of her own as Ashley threw herself forward, somehow managing to sprawl down on her, forcing her underneath. She felt the other woman’s wet breast press into her back, and her rock hard nipples dig into her skin as she wrapped her arms around her waist to keep her in place.

Melissa clung to the other woman, her hands grasping on to the back of Ashley’s legs.
The fight slowed to a crawl as the two fatigued women shuffled around the floor on their knees. Their ragged breaths were punctuated with grunts as every so often one of them would temporarily release a hand to wing a punch into the other’s flank. Both of them were drenched in sweat, both their own and their opponent’s, even the carpet beneath them was starting to dampen and the basement had begun to smell like a gym.

One of Ashley’s hands unclasped from around her waist and Melissa braced herself for another punch to the side. Instead she felt the hand crack sharply against her right ass cheek. She yelped in surprise, then yelped again as Ashley repeated her strike.

“UGH!” she groaned out, “bitch!”

She released her right hand from Ashley’s thigh and responded with similar strike. She felt the other mother’s shapely ass jiggle beneath her slap. Ashley hit her again and again she responded, and on it went, the two of them trading spankings from this awkward position.

Melissa realized that this wasn’t working. Because Ashley was on top she was hitting her harder than she could hit back, and she had to expand some energy just to keep Ashley’s weight from smashing her into the floor.

She planted her feet and gathered her strength, driving forward and half lifting Ashley’s torso up onto her shoulders, slamming the other woman’s back down against the carpet. She heard the air driven out of Ashley’s lungs by the impact and used this temporary shock to clamber up past her legs and crawl up her torso, coming up to pin Ashley’s arms underneath her legs.

She suddenly remembered the catalyst for this fight; the picture that Ashley had taken and their daughters had seen. Remembering this picture she scooted up a bit farther, sitting up and shoving her crotch in Ashley’s face. She heard the other woman groan in protest as her wet pubic hair invaded her face, pressing up against her lips and nose. As Ashley began to thrash around Melissa looked up to where their daughters were sitting on the couch directly in front of her. She threw them a triumphant look as if to say, “See girls, look who is sitting on whose face!”

Alex met her eyes and started to cheer for her pinned mother, “Come on mom, you got this! Get her off of you!”

Cat began to yell out as well, “That’s it mom, hold her down!”

Encouraged by her daughter’s cheering Ashley started to flail around violently. Remembering from their prior fight how she herself had gotten out of a position similar to the one Ashley was now in, Melissa bent down to avoid the other woman’s legs and scooted down onto Ashley’s belly to make it harder for her to be thrown off. She kept the other woman’s elbows pinned beneath her arms

She shoved her wet tits into Ashley’s face, pressing them down as hard as she could. She felt the other mother’s lips rub against the underside of her boob as she struggled to breathe. One of her hardened nipples poked at Ashley’s closed right eye. The other woman thrashed around desperately, bucking and grabbing at Melissa’s side and legs. She felt one of Ashley’s hands claw ineffectually at her ass cheek, as her struggles started to slow.

“Give up Ashley!” she growled, “Give up! I’ve fucking got you, you… AGGHH!”

Melissa let out a guttural scream of shock as Ashley shoved a finger in her butthole. She jumped up, pushing off the other woman and taking a few steps back. Ashley quickly stood up as well. Melissa literally could not believe that another woman had just shoved her finger in her ass.

“How dare you you fucking slut!” Melissa growled furiously, “I’ll kick your fucking ass!”

“Bring it Mel!” Ashley growled back, panting from nearly being smothered.

The two women shrieked wordlessly as they rushed each other, burying their hands in each other’s hair and tugging each other around the room. Melissa, eager to get revenge on Ashley for her violation, let go with her right hand and plunged it downward, groping for Ashley’s pussy. Half a second later she felt one of Ashley’s hands dive deep, her strong fingers probing at her crotch. The brown haired woman tightened her legs, reducing Melissa’s range of motion, but she struggled on, running her thumb and forefinger along the length of Ashley’s womanhood.

Melissa shoved forward and, due to the awkward way the other woman was standing, they both just sort of fell to the ground in a tangled confused ball, all though of strategy and defense abandoned, as they each pulled at the other’s hair with one hand and dug at their vagina with the other. She felt Ashley buck her hips forward against her hand almost involuntarily, as if she wanted more. Ashley’s fingers invaded her as they rolled back and forth, rubbing at her clit and plunging in and out, just as she did the same.

Melissa felt herself moaning against her own will and heard Ashley moaning in reply as they desperately dug at each other. She felt the orgasm building in her body, fighting against it with all her willpower. Ashley’s moans seemed to be building to a crescendo.

Melissa wondered what their daughters must think, seeing their two forty-something year old mothers rolling around the basement floor in a naked tangle, frantically fingering each other?

As they both seemed to be approaching orgasm Ashley changed tactics. She just grabbed onto her labia and started twisting. A scream was torn from Melissa’s throat as a lancing pain shot up into her stomach. Desperate to pay the other mother back in kind she pinched Ashley’s clit between her thumb and bent forefinger and twisted in reply.

Ashley screamed like a mad woman into her ear and let her go. It was as though she was suddenly possessed with the strength of a demigoddess as she grabbed Melissa’s hand and pulled it away, before grabbing her shoulders and coming up to her knees, forcing Melissa facedown into the carpet. Ashley mounted her back and slipped forward as Melissa tried to stand, wrapping her legs around the back of her neck and squeezing, crossing her feet to lock in the scissor hold even as Melissa fell to her side.


Melissa immediately clawed at Ashley’s thighs, desperate to break the hold. She could feel Ashley’s sopping pussy pressed into the back of her neck and tried to move her head as much as possible, rubbing the brown haired mother’s crotch as much as she could. She felt her breath quickly running out and the edges of her vision start to go dark. She lifted her own foot, pressing at Ashley’s feet out in front of her, trying to separate them.

She didn’t know whether it was her clawing hands, pressing foot, or rubbing neck that did it, but Melissa managed to pry Ashley’s legs apart. The second she felt her feet come undone she shoved the other woman’s legs up over and past her head. Scooting out behind her on her side and coming up to her knees. Ashley managed to get to her knees as well but before she could turn to face her, Melissa lunged forward tackling her from behind, shrieking as she threw her arms around Ashley’s neck and locking her legs around her waist. The other mother took her for a ride, somersaulting forward in move that made her vision spin, but Melissa managed to hang on.

Ashley grabbed at her arms and when she couldn’t pull them loose she pressed a hand into Melissa’s face, grabbing at her features and pinching at her nose. Melissa barely felt it. She was lightheaded like she was in a trance. The sounds of the room seemed to be going dim. She just tugged backwards as hard as she could, pressing her heels into Ashley’s pussy for extra leverage.

Ashley’s hand fell away from her face and seemed to go limp. All of a sudden she felt a tugging on her arms before they pulled apart and muffled voices speaking next to her. She looked up to see that it was Cat and Alex standing above her, both trying to separate her arms. When her arms came undone, Alex reached down and grabbed her ankles, separating her legs which were still wrapped around her mother. Melissa wasn’t even trying to hold on anymore, her body just didn’t seem to be able to let go.

As they got untangled their daughter’s pulled them apart. They laid about three feet away from each other, both on their backs staring up at the low ceiling, panting to catch their breath. Melissa heard Alex and her own daughter speaking in whispered voices but she couldn’t make out what they were saying.

After a couple minutes Cat came back over to her, reaching down to help her to her feet. She handed her a bottle of water. Melissa wasn’t sure where she got it from but she gulped it down eagerly. When she set it down on the couch Cat threw her arms around her in a fierce hug. Her bare torso pressed against her daughter’s hoodie covered one.

“Oh my God mom! I’m so proud. I just, I just, I just don’t know what to say!”

In spite of that statement Cat continued to speak in rapid fire sentences, but Melissa wasn’t really listening.

She turned from her daughter and looked back towards Ashley. She saw the other mother laying on her back, hands over her eyes, bare breasts glistening with sweat and swelling towards the ceiling with each labored breath. Her own daughter was sitting by her head, talking to her mother in a hushed tone. She thought about what Cat had told her earlier that day. How the mutual struggle of fighting Alex had brought them closer together. Melissa realized, looking down at her battered rival that, somehow, she did feel a deep sense of connection with the other woman. They had shared a rare and primal experience, and Melissa honestly felt that, despite having only spoken to her a few times, she knew Ashley better than almost any friend she had.

She unwrapped herself from her daughter’s embrace and walked over to her still prone opponent, extending her hand with a gracious smile, which Ashley hesitantly returned, looking a bit wary. She had tears in her eyes. Melissa pulled the other woman to her feet and gave her a friendly embrace. She felt the other woman’s damp hair brush against her shoulders and their battered and moist breasts press gingerly together. They just held each other gently for a moment. An understanding seemed to pass between them.

“So,” she said stepping back to look Ashley in the eye, “that was a hell of a battle.”

“Yeah,” Ashley replied softly, “you kicked my ass.” There was disappointment in her voice but no real bitterness.

Melissa gave her another smile, broader than the last. “Well yeah, I did. But that easily could have gone the other way. I thought for sure you had me a couple times there.”

The other woman at last returned a bright smile. “I was so damn sure I beat you when I had your head between my legs.” 

“You’re telling me! I almost passed out.”

They hugged each other again.

“Listen, I’m sorry for some of the things I said to you, and for the things I said about Cat.” Ashley said somewhat sheepishly. “She’s a great girl. I was just trying to provoke you. After Alex told me about her fight I just wanted to get into it so bad, and that was the best way I could think to do it.”

“Thank you for saying that.” Melissa replied sincerely. “You know I was so close to challenging you myself. But you know what, I’m kinda glad we fought the way we did. No hard feelings right?”

“Hard feelings? No, no. That was the most fun I’ve had in years.”

“Even though I kicked your ass?” Melissa joked, playfully pushing Ashley’s shoulder.

Ashley smiled, “Ok, ok, yes. You kicked my ass. Just you wait until next time though.”

“Oh my god,” Melissa laughed, “Don’t even get started!”

They broke apart and walked over to wear their clothes lay, in opposite corners.

Melissa heard Cat talking to Alex. “I can’t believe our stupid argument led to… led to this!”

“I know right,” Alex exclaimed, “I can’t believe we just saw that!”

She heard Ashley wince in pain as she tried to pull her dress down over her head.

“Hey hold on,” she said, getting an idea, “let me get you a robe. I’ll be right back.”

With that she walked quickly up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom. She was surprised that it was dark out, their fight must have lasted longer than she thought. She walked into her ensuite bathroom and grabbed a silk robe off the hook. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror before she pulled it on. She looked like a mess. Her hair was a tangled bird’s nest, her face was red and splotchy. Her breasts were swollen and covered in light marks from Ashley’s fingers. Thank God her husband was gone for the weekend and her son wasn’t getting back until tomorrow. She wasn’t sure what she would tell them, but that was a problem for tomorrow.

She grabbed another robe out of her top drawer before heading back downstairs. As she came into the basement she was somewhat surprised to see Ashley, still naked, sitting down on the couch between their daughters, talking to Cat. She walked over to her and handed her the other robe. The other mother breathed a heartfelt thank you as the silk came to rest against her hot skin.

“So… it’s getting dark out,” Melissa said, looking at Ashley and Alex. “Do you two want to stay the night? We could make you some dinner.”

The two brown haired women looked at each other and smiled.




THE END. (Maybe?)

[Ulli]

Thanks for re Posting . It´s one of my favorited stories

[Alexandra X]

In the first chapter I felt sorry for Cat. At first they fought fairly, but when Alex was defeated, she cheated!