"Goodnight sweet prince.” Kelly kissed me and closed the door to her apartment, once again herself inside and me outside. I so wanted to kick that door down it but restrained myself, knowing it would do nothing except hurt my foot and anger Kelly. And I didn’t want to anger Kelly.
I was one frustrated man. Kelly and I had been dating for five weeks now; we were going out every Friday and Saturday night, spent Sundays and much of the week together. She had met my parents, I’d met hers. We had found we had lots of common interests, books, music, film, and the beach of course. I’d introduced her to sailing and she’d raced with me, she’d taken me to her volleyball competition. She’d introduced me to everyone as “My new man, Peter.”
But every night ended like this, a cup of coffee, a cuddle and she bundled me out the door with a kiss.
If it had been any other girl, I’d have pushed my way back in and, unless she was serious in protesting- I don’t believe a man should be violent to women, even though I like watching women beating up each other- I’d have had my way with her or at least got a lot further than I was. But Kelly was not any other girl, she was an alpha. I fantasized almost every night about her taking me, riding my shaft. And when I’d finished fantasizing about that, I remembered just how loving she could be, and how witty, how clever, how –yes Peter face it- adorable she was.
And she knew it.
And she knew how sexually frustrated I was. She'd even made a joke of it, reminding me -all too often- of her first words to me, that day on the beach, "Hey babe, is that a gun in your pocket?". Only now she giggled at me instead of smirked. Surely I told myself as I got to my car, she was equally frustrated; she would have to be an ice maiden not to be. And I knew from the way she had destroyed that big brunette slut she wasn't that. If only, I told myself again, if only I could break whatever barrier she'd erected. So why was she holding out?
On my way to my car- parked in the street - I canvassed the possible answers. She was playing hard to get- that I told myself was obviously true, but why, describing the condition didn’t cure it. I had to work out why she played hard to get. And I was sure it wasn't the normal "hard to get" tease. Kelly wasn't like that. The problem I told myself was that I really didn't know what made her tick.
There was another possible answer- she intimidated me. And she did, and I knew she intimidated just about everyone else too. Everyone I'd met with Kelly was a little afraid of her- even her folks. She was so unlike any girlfriend I'd had before. None of them were as competitive as Kelly. My girl wanted to be the best at everything she did. And she just about was- from Dean's List at Chicago University, to A grade Volleyball, from being one of the top marketers in the advertising and design company she worked for, to interior decoration of her apartment, Kelly was one of the best if not the best.
I knew she liked fighting, I'd seen her 'trophy case' full of bikini bottoms and panties. It was big, three feet across and four feet high, taking up a huge chunk of her bedroom wall, and each garment was tagged with a place and a date- and most of them had a name. “A history of my wins," Kelly had told me. I knew she liked fighting, I knew she liked winning, what I didn't know fully was - why?
I knew it was the competitive streak that made her such a fighter- she'd told me so. I'd summoned up the courage to ask one night- it was our fifth date. The conversation started tamely enough, we were talking about films.
"Kelly I read in the Tribune there's a new Bond film planned, but they can't decide who the lead will be." This was about a year or two after 'Die another Day' was released. "Brosnan doesn't want it. It's more basic, the scriptwriters want to focus on character and plot, Eon- the studio wants a special effects spectacular." I'd been saving this up for a while. "You can thank James Bond for us meeting,"
Kelly looked puzzled, "Oh?"
"For once you haven't worked me out." I smiled and squeezed her hand. "Yes, it was reading- and then watching; From Russia with Love. That first turned me onto cat fighting. Remember the battle between the two Gypsy women? I read the story, saw the movie and I've been hooked ever since. Not that I've seen many- except on films. A few little scuffles and one fight in a bar."
Kelly smiled. "So seeing me thrash that brunette after she'd beaten that young mom must have been like Christmas."
"Especially when you gave us guys the brunette. She was white trash and like all white trash she sure put out." I'd steered the conversation as close as I dared to sex. Would Kelly pursue the line?
"I thought, I hoped for your sake- and for the other guys there then that she'd have more sexual stamina than fighting stamina. From when she first got me down, I had her sized up, she was strong, she was aggressive but she wouldn't last. I had to wear her down. And I did. Anyone could see she'd fought before, most would see she'd won more than she'd lost but I knew she'd won them quickly. We both knew she needed to beat me before she ran out of puff. That's why she was so aggressive early on- pushing me over, charging me, and that's why she got desperate, why she panicked when she realised it would take more than straddling me to beat me."
I suppressed a sigh; this wasn't where I'd wanted the conversation to go. Still, it was telling me a bit about Kelly. I tried again. "How many times had you fought before?"
"Far too many." She giggled, "A lady would not tell and a gentleman would not ask."
"No, he'd just help you celebrate the victories."
"She giggled again. "As you did, when you took me to dinner. Of course I had to prompt you."
"A gentleman never wants to appear forward."
Kelly blushed, "Touché," she leant forward and kissed me.
"But, this gentleman would like to know how this lady." I kissed her back, "started fighting."
"At school. I was a cheerleader. I also was on the track and basketball teams."
"Somehow I knew you'd be competitive." I squeezed her hand.
'I had a few challengers, let's just say I needed to put them in their place. And I did, there was one girl in particular, she was almost as good as me- in fact she could out run me, at least over middle and long distances, Nancy Astor, she was always such a good person too- I saw her at a reunion- she was still a good girl. She’s working in some public service organisation. She even spoke of running for the state House. She's always wanted to be better than me; she had the gall to lecture me about my job. Told me I should be working like she is- lower paid but a better job."
"It sounds like you never did put her in her place." I stirred the pot.
"Oh no, I did; completely. We had track and field practice after school. After that we had to wait about half an hour for a CTA bus, there were no school buses that late. One day she had really got me going. And what started as an argument turned into a full blown fight. I had a bit of trouble early on but it ended with her on her back on the ground and me straddling her. She had to beg me to stop."
"What happened?" I was agog to know.
"As I said, ladies don't tell, gentlemen don't ask. But," Kelly blushed a little, "I got quite excited."
And despite my attempts to steer the conversation again, that had been as far as I'd got.
I'd got a bit further the next week- it was a month to the day since we had met. I'd rung her at work suggesting we have dinner at that same beachside cafe where we first had coffee; "Yes, it only does light meals and snacks but it’s where I first met you Kelly and anyway we will both have to work tomorrow."
"You are such a romantic, Peter! Of course we can go there."
I'd been late, late finishing work- always the problem of being part of the family in a family owned business, you are expected to work harder and set an example; and later still, caught in a traffic snarl. I came with flowers and chocolates ready to apologise, to find Kelly sitting with a very attractive 30ish brunette, no that wasn't quite right I realised, her hair was that lovely dark red, almost russet colour that people sometimes call "titian."
"Peter, meet Kimberley, she's an actress- currently in a revival of 'Blythe Spirit'. They don't perform tonight." Kelly introduced me. "Kim, this is Peter my new man."
I said hello, asked some questions about the play, thinking I'd take Kelly along on our next date, before getting some drinks and returned to join in the conversation. After a while Kim got up and walked over to battle with a vending machine. I saw she was in trouble, excused myself and went to help her. "What's wrong Kim?"
"It's eaten my change." She glared at it. "I hate vending machines; they make me feel so stupid." She brushed against me, or maybe it was only because she turned sideways to try to attract the counter staff's attention. She turned back; she looked at me, then away. "Peter, I'm not normally this helpless." She giggled.
"You don't need to be embarrassed; I don't like vending machines either. I'll go get some help."
She smiled, she patted my hand. "Thanks"
I got a waiter to help her recover her money and buy her cigarettes. "Thank you Peter, you're a gentleman." Kim smiled, resting her hand on my arm. She looked at me, then away, blushed, snatched her hand away and walked back to our table.
Kelly stared at Kim. Kim's colour heightened, she gulped. "Yes ok, I'm sorry Kelly, I didn't mean anything."
Kelly looked at me. "Kim knows what happens to women who cross me." Her head swivelled, she glared at Kim. "Don't you?"
Kim flushed to the roots of her hair. She nodded.
"Tell him!"
Kim bit her lip. "We were with some friends, Kelly said something- I can't even remember what it was- which I didn't like. I puffed smoke in her face. We had what the politicians call a 'full and frank exchange of views'. The next minute we were squaring up. Before I knew it, Kelly had punched, then kneed my gut several times and I was on my hands and knees vomiting up my meal. I don't think I got a punch in."
"You did, Kim, you don't do yourself justice. You hit me twice."
"That's nothing to what you did to me." Kim turned to me, "I've learned to be well behaved when I'm with Kelly."
"Don't flirt with Peter again." Kelly snapped. "Now how is the play going?" she changed the subject as abruptly as she changed her voice. For a while we talked about Noel Coward's comedy.
Kim looked at her watch. "Damn, I have to go soon. Before I do, I want to know how you two met. Who did you fight, Kelly?"
"Some trashy brunette. She was a bully and a slut. I don't know her name."
"Don't look so surprised Peter; Kelly usually gets her boyfriends by fighting other women. She sees something or someone she likes and just has to have it. It's her competitive streak."
"Yes but this time I didn't fight his girl. I saw this brunette dash into the water- just out there," Kelly pointed, "and rescue some kids' ball. She flirted with the father and whipped the mother's ass. That's when I saw Peter," she squeezed my hand, "lusting after the brunette. I broke into his reverie and left my phone number. A couple of hours later I destroyed the brunette. And Peter saw it all. We had dinner that night and we have been together ever since. And yes, he is much more my type than most of the guys I've met by fighting their girls."
Kim left. Kelly took my hand. "Kim is a terrible flirt, don't mind her, she's also clever and kind and helpful. And yes, she's right. I have fought other women for their men, just as I've fought other women for all sorts of things. I fought that brunette because she needed to be put in her place. People can't go round terrorizing young mothers. And I fought her because I could see you were attracted to her. You had a good comeback when I spoke to you, most men would have blushed and said something stupid because they were embarrassed, and yes I knew you were embarrassed but you overcame it. My determination increased when I saw you were cheering for that bullying slut. I was determined to beat her and at least have a drink with you. And," she bent across the table and kissed me, with more than a little tongue in the kiss, "I'm so glad I did. You’re clever, sweet, romantic, polite, considerate, in short a real gentleman and yet you love domineering women and cat fighting. What more could a girl want? Now I'm buying the dinner tonight. Let's order."
I shook my head, I'd not got very far either night, I'd not got very far any night since. At least I knew a bit about why she fought and why she chose me- for that is what it was, not the other way round. But as I walked from her door after she kissed me goodnight, I knew there was a lot more to Kelly Birkenhead that I didn't know. I thought that Churchill's description of Russia: "It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma;" applied to Kelly, I remembered also how Churchill continued ”but perhaps there is a key." And I was sure there was, but what?
And that led me right back to my earlier thoughts. I had to find a way to break that reserve, and it wasn't just that I wanted to get into bed with her- though that was certainly a large part of it- no if this relationship had a future- and I hoped it would- I needed to know how Kelly ticked, what had made her the alpha woman she was and I needed to know why did Kelly get off on humiliating other women and yet be into men? Well I hoped into men; that she was not was not something I wanted to think about. Perhaps she was bi?
I double downed into second gear and massaged the throttle, holding my vintage sports car on the limit around a tight corner. I had chosen to take the twisty back road home to work off some of my adrenaline. I relaxed as I concentrated on working the heavy but precise controls to extract the most from the old car, reveling in the power sliding antics of the the primitive cart sprung rear suspension. Finally I eased the old car into the garage. I switched off and sank back into the seat, enjoying the familiar old car smell of burnt oil and leather. Kelly liked the car, she said I had taste. I told her I had taste in women too, that that was why I liked her. And that got me thinking again. I'd wanted her so badly after she crushed that ample brunette, with all the sweat and blood of her victory clinging to her magnificent body! Yes, I'd wanted the brunette, I liked curvy women more than the beach bunny type Kelly was; my prior girlfriends had all been like the brunette- perhaps not quite as large as her but like the Constitution, "ample and well founded" It was Kelly's victory - not her slim body- that did it for me.
It was then sitting in the car that I had inspiration. "Yes!" I breathed, "That's how I wanted you the first time. That was when you wanted to meet me. Another catfight! Maybe...that's how you want it too...maybe that's why you've been holding me off!" The next step was to find someone who'd fight Kelly and a situation where Kelly would be sure to fight. I sat in the car thinking for a long time of possible opponents and scenarios. The trouble was I just couldn't think of a really sexy girl who would go for it, none of my ex girlfriends had ever been in a fight, none had ever even talked about it. As I'd told Kelly, I'd only seen a very few fights, all but one were mere scuffles, over in a minute or so, and even that one that had lasted had been much less intense than Kelly's brawl with that curvy brunette. I searched my memory. Then I knew my answer.
It went back to College. I'd been going out with Margot Tennant for a while. We'd had dinner at the pub with Lawrence and his girlfriend Alison. The girls hadn't really hit it off; Margot was shy and reserved, Alison overtly sexy and outgoing. Alison had followed Margot into the ladies room and they'd been in there a while. Margot was clearly flustered and shaken when she emerged; she clung to me desperately on the way home. I asked her what had happened with Alison and she said "Nothing," but then added, "I'm just afraid of her," she shivered. I remembered the thrill that ran through me at her words.
Lawrence had filled in the gaps for me. Alison was very bi and really fancied Margot. She was always propositioning attractive girls and Lawrence had been the happy beneficiary of many threesomes. She was also very strong and loved wrestling with Lawrence on the floor of her dorm room - and with the girls she brought home for threesomes, whom she inevitably overpowered and dominated, much to his delight. Some of these matches escalated as Alison liked to "slip in a few punches" to provoke her opponents. She just loved a good tussle, often after getting very drunk. She'd got into a real clothes ripping cat fight at a party, which she lost because she was so drunk but told a stunned Lawrence afterwards that she'd "enjoyed the experience."
And I saw Lawrence and Alison each weekend I sailed and that was most weekends in summer. They raced in the same class as I did. I offered to buy him lunch, I didn't want either woman knowing I was planning; after all it might not happen. I broached the subject over a steak and a good merlot.
"Yes Alison hasn't settled down at all. She was just as wild and wanton as ever. She's had several full on fights over the years that I know about. And probably more than a few I don't. She's won most of them- or at least most of those I know of. Why do you ask?"
"My new girl is driving me crazy. I can't bed her. No she won't tell me why and yes she says she likes me. We have been dating for about six weeks- seeing each other at least four times a week, sometimes daily. We go out every Friday and Saturday night. She's introduced me to her parents, to her friends and some of her workmates. She tells them "This is Peter my new man." But I can't bed her. I thought it was sex on the third date. The rate we’re going we won’t have done it on the thirty-third."
"So what has that to do with fighting.”?
"That's how I met her. Look," I opened up my notebook. "Watch the slideshow!"
"That's one savage fight." Laurence all but licked his lips.
"And the brunette could fight, earlier that day I'd seen her hand some young mom her ass."
And you think you might score with Kelly after she's fought."
"You got it. So I'm going to ask Kelly to crew for me in the next race." I mentioned my friend who usually crewed, "Jack, will be away. Whether we win or lose the race will make sparks fly. Both girls will want to win, they are competitive."
"Alison will love reminding Kelly of her loss."
"And Kelly will queen her victory over an experienced sailor. Not that I expect to win. But," I added, "I'll work hard to beat you and the rest of the field- this is more than just you and me.” Only question is." I asked. "Do we let Alison in on the secret?"
"Oh no." He smiled. "We'll just introduce them and let nature take its course. If Kelly is as competitive as you say, it will definitely be on by the end of the evening. Alison will guess anyway, she knows I told you all about her years ago. She was thrilled actually, always hoped you'd come up with someone else. She likes your taste in women. One thing though, if she beats your girl, she'll come all over her face afterwards."
**********************
"What happened to you, you were in the pack- not far off the leading boats and then you were stopped, your sail luffed." Lawrence was asking me about the race. "Oh and who is the lady?"
"Kelly meet Lawrence and Alison, long time friends; I've known them since college days."
"Hello pleased to meet you, I, err, tried to wind a winch the wrong way." Kelly was glum, her head hung, she looked at the ground.
"It's easily done by a beginner." Alison said, "And as I haven't seen you before I guess you must be a beginner. Well we all have to begin some time."
I sensed Alison was being friendly, though condescending, but one look at Kelly told me she had only seen the condescension. Her head rose, she looked straight at Alison, "And I suppose you are a long time sailor."
"Yes, as a matter of fact, we've been sailing since college, that's how we know Peter."
"With all that practice one might expect you to do better than you did."
"Luck plays a big part in sailing; sometimes you just miss the puff of wind that takes others ahead."
"Really?" Kelly's tone showed her scepticism. "There is such a small distance between boats, one wouldn't expect the wind to differ that much."
"It does I assure you, America lost the America's Cup in 1983 to Australia because of a slight change in the wind. Even the best can misjudge the winds. That is something we all have to learn."
"Humph, you didn't seem to have learned it." Kelly glared at Alison.
"Luck evens out over time. And that's why the overall season score is a better indicator."
"Oh and I suppose you're doing well overall."
"As a matter of fact we are running third. That's enough to get our name on the club honour board." Alison glared back at Kelly. "Again." she added.
Kelly mumbled something. She turned to me, "Peter, did you say we were having dinner here?"
"Yes, with Lawrence and Alison." Kelly's eyes flashed. "But there's plenty of time for you to have a shower and freshen up beforehand, I'll meet you in the bar in say 20 minutes. Would you like me to get your bag out of the auto?"
"I'll come with you." Kelly didn't want to be left with Lawrence and Alison. She was silent till she left me at the door of the ladies bathroom.
I showered quickly. I saw Lawrence as we were dressing. "I give them 10 minutes before they come to blows."
"No, they'll eat dinner first."
I was at the entry to the yacht club bar when Kelly strode in. I hadn't seen her in that dress before, rich, dark, expensive fabric gathered only at her slim waist, falling loosely around her full breasts. Her shapely calves flowed into exquisitely jewelled court shoes, blond hair piled on top of her head, my eyes drawn to her full lips coated invitingly with a deep scarlet, glossy lipstick. Only a girl like Kelly with her height and impossibly slender yet busty figure could have pulled off that dress. "I want you!" I breathed in her ear and she laughed musically.
"Oh do you now?" she teased. "I'm not sure you're worthy!"
"Neither am I." I said smiling and she laughed.
Further banter was cut short by the arrival of Lawrence and Alison.
Alison was stunning, though not a classic beauty like Kelly she had a handsome, strong, sensual face with smoky, sultry dark eyes and dark hair, about 2 inches shorter than Kelly at 5'6" and about 20 pounds heavier, all of it solid, strapping muscle, at about 130 pounds. She had magnificent, strong shoulders tapering to a tiny waist, small though inviting breasts. Her figure I thought about 36A 24 36 well shown off by her classic little black dress that clung tightly to her, finishing about half way down her strong thighs. If Kelly represented regal, aristocratic beauty then Alison spoke of raw, primal sexuality. They made a breathtaking contrast as they took their seats facing each other. Kelly looked straight at Alison, Alison looked back, battle was joined. They but sparred lightly through dinner.
After we'd eaten and were drinking coffee and nibbling on mints, Alison opened her attack, "In time you'll learn not to make such mistakes, Kelly. The club runs courses for beginners. You could join them."
"I saw them, they are for school kids." Kelly fairly spat back at her.
"Adults join them, that is those mature enough to realize they have to start with the basics." Kelly all but choked on her mint as Alison continued. "If you don't like that, Peter might help. He's a good teacher, he volunteers with the learning squads once a month He might have you along as a helper- so it looks like you're instructing as well but you're really learning. A kind of fall guy, "Kelly will show you some common mistakes." You can show the kids what not to do. '
This time Kelly did choke. I had to pat her back hard a few times as Alison continued remorselessly. "What's wrong Kelly? Perhaps you'd prefer some private classes from your boyfriend. Seems that you are too conceited to admit you don't know everything and join a class like everybody else. I'm sure Peter wouldn't have a girlfriend who's intent on leading in everything, even stuff she clearly knows nothing about." Alison smiled serenely, obviously quietly thrilled at the opportunity to bait and insult Kelly, knowing where she wanted this to go. It occurred to me then that Alison obviously felt she was totally in control, shepherding a bewildered Kelly to her destruction. I shivered.
My mind returned to - in a way it never really left - Kelly's clash with that voluptuous brunette on the beach. Kelly's smart comments, her much quicker repartee, had provoked the battle; the brunette had known Kelly outclassed her, that she had lost the verbal battle with Kelly, and that the only way to avoid losing face was to fight. But here, in the yacht club dining room it was Kelly who was outclassed. I mused, “did you confuse the brunette, did you gain that ascendency right at the start, was the battle won and lost right at the start?" I shook my head. I didn't want that, I wanted Kelly to win.
Kelly sipped water several times. Her face resumed its normal colour. She smiled faintly then said quietly, "Actually, Alison, I'm more of a teacher than a pupil and right now I think there's nothing I'd rather do than give you a lesson in manners. A lesson of which you are clearly in dire need. So shall we step outside or would you rather just admit that you are a bumptious slut who doesn't know her place?"
Alison's eyes glittered. "No dear, not here, this isn't the place. Let's go back to our place where we won't be disturbed and I can do you properly, you stuck up bitch!"
Kelly stood up, leaned into Alison's face and purred, "Gosh you sure talk a good fight Alison! Let's see what you have to say when I've finished with you!" and glided towards the door oblivious to Alison's reddening face.
"I'll rip her tits off!" spat an enraged Alison to me. "She'll be no use to you, Peter, when I'm finished with her."
I yawned. I actually yawned, knowing it would enrage Alison further. "Like she said, you sure talk a good fight Alison. We'll see you at your place." I said and sauntered after Kelly, leaving Alison rigid with anger, fists clenched by her sides.
Kelly was seated in my sports car. I hopped in and turned to face her. She was smiling broadly and pulled me into a tight embrace, pounding my tongue with her own for what seemed like an eternity before releasing me. "Oh you clever, clever boy!" she gasped "Did you set this up?"
My instinct told me to answer, "Yes."
"Ugh," she groaned, "You finally figured it out - ugh - you have - ugh - met my needs - ugh - I'll take you tonight after I take her, my clever, beautiful boy!" followed by more breathless tongue pounding. Finally she ordered. "Drive on, MacDuff!"
After a couple of minutes Kelly asked. "Does she fight?"
"Yes." I answered.
"Good?" she queried.
"Very." I responded.
"Oh." she purred softly "That's perfect!"
We went straight to the small back garden when we arrived, where Lawrence and Alison were waiting.
Kelly and Alison wordlessly kicked off their shoes and stepped away from us to face each other. They glared at each other with such intensity that I realized they had quickly formed a powerful mutual antipathy. One that could be slaked only by combat that would end with the loser twitching at the winner's feet.
The two women circled for a minute or more without touching, without even closing. It seemed they were holding back; almost as if each was waiting for the other to crack by attacking first. It was Alison who broke the standoff, leaping forward, her teeth snarling, arms high. Kelly closed, her arms also up, seemingly ready to claw or tear flesh and hair or punch. Just before they collided, Kelly ducked, slamming her head into Alison's chest. Alison staggered, retreating. Kelly gasped, she stumbled forward, Alison had grabbed her hair and as Alison almost fell, she jerked Kelly's head to the side, almost dragging Kelly off her feet. Probably it was only her grasp on Kelly's hair that kept Alison upright.
The women separated, bent their knees, again circling each other each crouched forward. Again Alison attacked, her arms grappling with Kelly's as she tried to push my woman back. A moment later their bodies pancaked, breast to breast, stomach to stomach, groin to groin, as each tried to gain advantage. Neither succeeded, Kelly broke the impasse, catching Alison in a headlock. She tried to drag her foe's head and body down to the side. Alison responded, thumping Kelly's sides with her fists. Kelly's free elbow slammed into Alison's neck. Alison groaned with pain. She slammed her knee into Kelly's side. Kelly shoved hard, forcing Alison back. She released her headlock, stepping back to regroup. I wondered was I seeing a pattern, was Kelly letting her foe attack, hoping she'd wear herself out, before Kelly herself attacked and defeated an exhausted enemy? It had worked for her when she fought the brunette, was this perhaps Kelly's usual strategy?
Alison stood breathing heavily for a moment before she again attacked, once more grabbing Kelly's blonde mane, yanking hard, snapping Kelly's head back. Kelly tried to counter with a punch but, her head at such an angle she couldn't detect Alison's sidestep, it whistled past her foe who cackled and seized Kelly's left breast. Digging her nails in through the thin fabric of dress and bra, she twisted and clawed. Kelly groaned with pain, she stumbled as Alison body slammed her. Another body slam and Kelly was on her back on the grass. She rolled away, getting to a crouch then as Alison tried to capitalise, springing into a tackle which Alison avoided by stepping away. Perhaps the tackle was only meant to buy Kelly time. She got to her feet.
"You fight as badly as you sail," Alison sneered.
Crouching low, Kelly swept in, driving her fists into Alison's sides. Alison back peddled; she swung her elbow down, crashing into Kelly's back. Kelly grunted, pushed on, seizing Alison's thighs and tried to head butt her. Alison escaped only to have her chin struck by Kelly's fist. Kelly now upright pushed in, trying to wrestle Alison with a headlock. Again Alison escaped, stepping briskly to her left. Kelly's momentum carried her past Alison who again grabbed her hair, jerking her head back. She groaned as Alison dragged her in a half circle, trying to close on her from behind. Kelly dropped to her knees; she pulled hard on Alison's leg. Alison tried to hop on one leg, Kelly slammed her head back hard, striking Alison's midriff. Alison dropped to the grass.
Kelly scrambled on her knees. As Alison rose to her own knees, Kelly pounded her chin with her fist. Alison seemed to ignore the pain; she clawed at Kelly's breast. Kelly punched Alison in the gut. Alison groaned, she faltered. Kelly roared in pain, I looked down. Alison had snaked her hand and clawed at Kelly's inner thighs. Kelly, clapping her foe's shoulders, heaved and shoved furiously. She pushed Alison away, got to her feet; stepping back, she stood, gasping for breath. Alison rose, she too stood for a second, breathing heavily more wary now of her foe, or just a little tired.
Kelly attacked, her arms reaching again for Alison's neck, but Alison ducked her head, grabbed Kelly's breasts in both hands and, digging her nails in deep, twisted the flesh. Kelly, her face set, grimacing, squealed in pain, slapping her hands on the brunette’s shoulders, she tried to push Alison away. She failed, Alison bobbed her head down, denying Kelly purchase, and held on, twisting more deeply yet. Kelly seized Alison's wrists, trying to pull them away, again she failed. Alison shoved, forcing Kelly to turn sideways. “Just as I said, you can't sail, you can't fight." Alison hissed gleefully. Kelly dug her nails, her fingers, deep into Alison's wrists, she shoved, and she pulled. Still Alison held on, still Alison twisted.
Again Kelly screamed in pain. Suddenly Alison dropped back. "You dirty bitch, you tried to knee my cxnt." Alison hissed, hopping on one leg, apparently the other leg had absorbed Kelly's blow!
"You mauled my boobs." Kelly snapped, she blocked Alison's arms. I'm sure Alison wanted nothing more than to maul Kelly's breasts again!
Kelly snaked her arms up under Alison's than slamming them upwards. She followed with a punch and then her knee both hitting Alison's belly. Alison retreated. Kelly pressed her advantage, punching hard at Alison's midsection, the sexy brunette defended, blocking most but not all Kelly's hard punches. Kelly's longer reach told, she managed to avoid Alison's attempts to punch her back. Alison retreated, she glanced to the side, and she gasped. Kelly had been shepherding her towards the hedge that surrounded the garden. Alison glanced at the other side, she realised her position was worse; the hedge was on that side too. She was almost trapped in the corner.
Alison attacked, her head down. Kelly responded, kicking at Alison's already damaged thigh. Alison faltered, her charge slowed, she bucked her head up. Fearing a head butt Kelly stepped back. Alison dived, flinging her arms behind Kelly's knees tackling her. The two girls went down. For a moment I couldn't see what was happening, in the welter of arms and legs and rolling bodies. For a moment it seemed Alison had pinned Kelly under her body. Kelly's arm lashed out, her thumb jabbing in Alison's wounded thigh, as Alison reflexively brought her knee up Kelly rammed her thumb in the soft flesh behind the knee. Alison groaned, Kelly shoved. The women broke apart, each getting to their knees. Kelly groaned as Alison punched her in the belly and again as a second punch seemed to throw her back on her haunches. Alison closed, trying to trap Kelly in a headlock. Kelly responded, her elbow slamming into Alison's neck. Alison gasped; she retreated, getting to her feet.
Kelly, too, stood breathing hard. Kelly's magnificent dress was torn, a shoulder strap broken and hanging down and so exposing a bra cup. The top of her breasts- all I could see- were rent and bloody. Her face flushed, her hair matted, Kelly was more desirable than ever, a true blonde Valkyrie. I looked across to Alison, she too was breathing hard, her dress too was tattered both women had suffered in this long battle, which was, I guessed even more one of attrition than Kelly's fight on the beach. By this stage in that fight the brunette was all but exhausted, Kelly's taunt had so enraged her foe that the brunette squandered her last energy in a vain attack, she would have done better to regroup. Was this what Alison was doing? It was much harder to see in the semi dark.
Both women hunkered, crouching they began circling, gradually closing on each other. It seemed to take a full minute for them to come to grips. They wrestled, each trying to throw the other, each too tired to quite achieve it. Kelly seemed to take an advantage, she forced Alison back, her foot snaked behind Alison's, she shoved. Alison wailed, but, grabbing Kelly's hair, remained upright and sent her right fist crashing into Kelly's breasts. Kelly groaned, she fired a right arm punch into Alison's midriff. Alison groaned, when Kelly's left fist hit almost the same spot Alison screamed and let go of Kelly's hair. Kelly pressed her attack, pounding Alison’s' belly. Alison defended grimly. It seemed- or was it my wishful thinking - that Alison's abs softened, that each punch Kelly landed weakened the shorter woman. Certainly Alison was no longer attacking. I saw tears welling in her eyes. She retreated, favouring her wounded leg. Kelly kept up with her, ramming another punch into Alison's gut. Alison grunted, she grunted louder at a second, a third forced a long groan from her.
Alison charged, her head down low, her arms out to tackle. Kelly turned side on, only to find Alison's right arm behind her, pulling her forward and right into Alison's head butt. Kelly's air left her lungs in a loud whoosh. She went down.
"Oh no!" I cried.
Alison straddled the almost winded Kelly. She struck with aimed punches. Again I thought of the fight on the beach, how the brunette had forced Kelly down and straddled her three times, yet Kelly had outlasted her. But this seemed different; here Alison was focused, firing solid blows. Kelly was groaning; she couldn't punch back. Alison crowed, "Can't sail, can't fight. I've got you!" She seized Kelly's head pulled it up and rammed it back on the ground.
Kelly just wouldn't submit, I almost wanted her to; she had suffered so much punishment. It seemed she had no counter. She groaned again as Alison slammed her head into the ground a second time. Then suddenly, Kelly's knees pounded Alison's back, Alison faltered, Kelly's legs shot out again, wrapping around Alison's body. Kelly rolled, once, Alison stayed on top and all but forced Kelly down on her back again. Kelly rolled again, Alison faltered, a third roll and Alison crashed to the grass, her stomach caught between Kelly's thighs in a tight scissors lock. “‘Can’t sail' perhaps but I'll beat you yet!’Can't fight' - you'll eat those words." Kelly grunted.
Alison squirmed, she clawed at Kelly's thighs, she tossed, trying anything to break the hold. Kelly slammed her fists into her struggling foe's head. “‘Can’t fight' can't I, fuck?" She snarled. She tightened the scissors- I saw her exquisite leg muscles squeeze. Alison gasped; she was running out of air. Kelly clawed at Alison's breast. "You mauled my boobs, take your own medicine, you dirty bitch!" she snarled.
Alison whimpered, she tried to pull Kelly's hands away, she failed. "Let go bitch, let go," she sobbed.
"Can't take what you dish out," Kelly crowed. She swung a punch at Alison's chin, it hit, jerking Alison's head back.
Alison went limp. Kelly squeezed for a few seconds more than released her enemy. "It's over bitch, who can't fight?" She slapped Alison's face
"I can't"
"Louder, I want your man to hear it." Kelly snarled, rolling Alison onto her back.
"I can't fight.” Alison whimpered.
Kelly straddled her beaten foe. She began to ride Alison, rubbing her clit against the defeated girl's breasts. Her hips moved faster, she brushed her hair aside, she closed her eyes. A few moments later she threw her head back, "Oh yes, yes, oh my god yes." she cried in fulfilment.
She hunched down, supporting herself on her hands as well as her lower legs. She smiled at Alison, "Can't fight bitch. I want your panties."
Kelly stood, she turned to me, and I kissed her, her tongue surged into my mouth. I held her tightly. After a full minute later she broke the kiss and turned to Alison and Lawrence. "Panties please!" She insisted. We watched as, shamefaced, Alison bent to remove them and gave them to Kelly. Kelly wrapped her arm round me. "Let's go," she said, and then more softly, "I won't be saying goodnight at my door tonight."
This is the second in the series I am co writing with PJS starring Kelly. It follows Deserved Cummupance I thank him and our editors, Kyle and Kid Presentable (who is a member here and who should write more himself!)
I also thank the lovely Kimberleythespian for agreeing to appear in a cameo role (she has a bigger one in a forthcoming, planned and partly written episode.)
Constructive comments are more than welcome
