The second in my series about the sexy Becca, a much nicer lady than Jenn Peccavi.
"James, you have got to be joking" my older sister was angry. "There is no way Becca and I are going to play beach volleyball". She glared at her husband.
"Kate, it will be fun" I smiled "and –because I know what you’re about to say -James can look after Mark. He loves having time with his son, your husband is the proudest Dad around." It was true, James was always playing with their boy, perhaps the only reason he wants his wife to play beach volleyball was so he could take Mark down to the water’s edge and let him splash around.
"Don’t you start" Kate turned on me.
"Oh come on Kate, don’t be such a spoil sport" my brother in law went on. "it’s a game; you’ll do well. You play volleyball every Tuesday night, you’re both in the A league. What’s the difference between that and beach volleyball?"
"All you want is to ogle Becca and me bounce round in our bikinis with two strangers doing the same." I had to give Kate top marks for avoiding her husband’s question. Really there was not much difference between volleyball and beach volleyball, and Kate knew it.
"What’s wrong with that?" Andy chuckled "I like seeing Becca in her bikini!"
"Kate, I love the way you look, I am proud of it, not many women get their shape back the way you did after Mark was born. Come on lighten up." James was trying to cheer her up "And yes Becca is right, I’ll be playing with Mark. I guess I can watch from the water’s edge. I’d love to see you bounce around in a bikini, you still look hot, hotter than anyone else on the beach. "
Kate looked up "don't be corny James."
James looked at her and said "Hey love I'd be scared too, scared that one of those bimbos" he looked at the blondes batting the ball back and forth "would beat me."
I chimed in saying "James I am sure none of those blondes could beat us."
"Yes but if your sister won't play we will never know" Andy looked at the blondes. So did James. I saw Kate was fuming. She hated it when her husband looked at other women like that even if it were only his way of teasing her. And I did not like Andy doing it either. We were supposed to be getting engaged soon. And Andy was not just teasing me.
"Kate, I am sure Gemma and I would beat those girls." I was playing a strong card. My elder sister hated comparisions with our no good youngest sister, we both had been to college, Kate was an accountant, I was a vet, Gemma worked as a sales clerk in a store. I knew Kate had been in a kind of scuffle with Gemma, so had I, Gemma was a fierce, hard drinking foul mouthed girl.
Kate stared at me "is that so Becca?"
"Oh come on Kate you never try anything" James said shrugging his shoulders.
Kate flushed and muttered under her breath, she looked at me "Ok Becca we're on."
She marched down the beach and put our name on the slate.
We played against two blondes both about 25, both in string bikinis. And we whipped their asses. At the end of the match we high fived and walked back, tired but triumphant. They walked back to a group of their friends, I didn’t pay much attention to them.
After a few minutes Kate walked down to where James had taken Mark down to the water to let him paddle. I went to get a few cans of coke. I came back. Some young blonde walked up, she was swaying her hips, breathing slowly to make her breasts heave, smiling at all the guys. She stopped next to Andy. I looked at her more closely and realised she was one of the friends of the girls who we had beaten at beach volleyball.
"Its rude to stare, excuse me" she hissed.
My jaw dropped, she was the rude one, coming where she didn’t belong.
She turned to look at Andy, flipped her long hair back and, with her breasts almost rubbing his arm, jerked her thumb at me and said "Speechless, and they say blondes are dumb!"
Now that I look back on it, I am sure this was staged, that the girls we had beaten put this blonde up to it. I am sure that they thought that as I was tired- and I was believe me- I’d be an easy mark and they would have some fun. Either the blonde would just walk in and chat up Andy or I’d fight back and she would trash me. But at the time I didn’t think like that, all I saw was this very attractive but also very rude young woman trying to chat up Andy. And I didn’t want that. It took me right back to when I had fought Debby when she tried to do the same thing when Andy and I were clubbing. I had beaten Debby then and I was confident I could beat this bimbo too. I knew now a bit more about fighting and I also knew that fighting excited me, that it was arousing. "Get lost." I spat, I knew I was red faced.
She turned towards me, rubbing Andy with her butt as she did so, put her hands on her hips and said "make me!" She glared at me, her eyes boring into mine. "Perhaps I should teach you a lesson." With that she sent her right fist aimed straight at my jaw.
I stepped to the side swinging my head and so avoiding the full force of the blow. Still it hit me, it stung. The blonde tittered "theres’ the first instalment of your lesson."
I had learned from my fight with Debby- I knew I couldn’t let anyone get the upper hand early on. So I came back strongly feinting with my fist at the blonde’s left tit, and bringing my knee up into her tummy. "And here’s your lesson bimbo," I sneered.
The blonde moaned as my fist hit her tit, though I think she was almost pleased, it came close to knocking it out of her top. She tried to swing but instead my knee hit. She groaned loudly. She stepped back only to advance again, this time seizing my head and putting me in a headlock. She swung my head around. I couldn’t stop her and found myself being tossed about, my body following my head as she had her way with me. IT hurt, it was humiliating, and it was exhausting especially as her grasp was half choking me. However much I moved my head I could not break her hold. I had to do something.
In desperation I dropped to my knees then to the sand below. She wasn’t expecting that and either had to follow or let go of the hold. She let go. I tried to tackle her but she evaded me. She kicked at me. I dodged and grabbed her foot. She managed to free herself- I didn’t have the time to get a good grip.
I got to my feet. This blonde was winning, I was sweating, covered in sand and hurting from her headlock, she looked fresh and untroubled. She sailed into me again, punching, slapping, she thrust her knee up into my tummy. I gasped, I knew then how painful it was, and how much it took out of you. I backpeddled trying to put some room between us trying to get a break. She wouldn’t let me, she kept on.
She tried to get me in a headlock again, her arm snaked round my head but at the last moment I slammed my knee into her tummy again. I don’t know what happened then, whether she had thought I was already defeated and there was nothing more I could do. But it caught her and she doubled over moaning, her hands clutching her tummy, she staggered back.
I didn’t let her recover, oh no. I got her in a headlock, I bent her, I forced her to her knees. She hit at my chest, she hit hard. I retreated but only a pace or so and moved in, got my hands on her shoulders and shoved hard. She went over on her back. I tried to capitalise by stamping on her tummy. She twisted rolled and got to her knees before I could. She pushed me over, and now it was me who was on her back. The young blonde tried to move in on me but I kicked hard hitting her thigh. She stopped for long enough for me to almost get up again.
Before I was quite on my feet she bent down, wrapped her arms round my knees, tackling me back to the sand. For a wild minute the two of us scuffled as we rolled around, slapping, hitting, kicking, punching and struggling to get on top of the other. The blonde succeeded but not for long. As she slithered around, trying to pin me, I rolled to the side and she slid off. We both got to our feet.
Again she attacked me. This time she tackled me by flinging her self at my knees. She succeeded but at a cost. She brought me down but crashed to the sand herself. She got up quicker than I did and straddled me. I bucked and shoved but it was not till I brought my knees up into her back and then swung my legs out, past her and locked them in front of her and pushed that I got her off. She hit the sand.
I got up again. This time it was different. She attacked me but I knew from her rasping breath that she was tiring. I grabbed her by the arm and swung her round me. She had to go as I turned. She groaned, her arm must have been in such pain. I turned around about three times then I let her go- the old crack of the whip trick. She fell heavily. I got a few hard quick kicks in before she got to her feet.
She was game. She stood waiting for me. I didn’t give her a moment to recover, I swept in my arms up as if to grapple her. And I intended to. But if –as happened she defended wwell I had another plan.
She groaned and almost sank to her knees. I had kneed her in the tummy. I did so again. She doubled up holding her battered mid section.
I started to get a rush. This was almost fun, I was going to work this bimbo. I knew Andy would get hot- he had told me that my fight with Debby left him very horny. The fact that I had walked away from him that night served him right. But this time he wasn’t flirting, perhaps he had learned a lesson. Not the one the blonde wanted to teach me but one I hoped I had taught him.
I smirked at the younger girl doubled up, her hair over her face, her body heaving as she gasped for air. She shouldn’t have picked on me. I shoved her back hard. She fell on her butt on the sand. I lent down, grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it dragging her up to her feet. I hit her hard on the chin with my free hand. She groaned, I think it was then she realised that I was serious, I was going to beat her up unless she did something quickly.
And she did try. She punched me in the tummy. I had thought she was already out of it, and so I wasn’t properly prepared. Still it didn’t affect me too much. I let go of her hair, moved in and let her have it with the old one two punch action to her sides. Yes I had learned from my first real fight. She took the punches hard, she groaned and held her arms up defensively . her body was still heaving from when I had kneed her in the gut. And that just told me to hit her there again, which I did, my knee slamming hard into her taut tummy. She squealed and dropped to her knees, her head down, she didn’t look as if she had much fight left in her.
I wasn’t going to let her off easily though. Oh no, I was having too good a time, and so was Andy. I caught his eye, he winked. Once more I grabbed blondie’s hair and hauled her to her feet. This time though I slammed my knee into her tummy again. Five times now I had pounded her tummy, she couldn’t cope she fell to her knees once more.
The crowd cheered- guys like blood, they cheer for the winner and I was that. I smirked and blew Andy a kiss. I looked round, there were the blondes Kate and I had thrashed at volleyball, there to see their friend get a thrashing at my hands. I was too confident. Blondie tackled me, grabbing both my calves and yanking them, pulling me off my feet. I fell on my butt on the sand. I cursed inwardly, I should have made sure I had properly defeated the bimbo before I started to enjoy my triumph. I kicked out, rolled, and scrambled to my feet.
I hated that some of the men-there was quite a crowd now- were cheering for the bimbo. But before I could do much the bimbo was up on her feet, she bent at the knees and punched me straight in the navel.
I was not prepared, I squealed with pain, I dropped back. She followed me sending more punches. She was smirking I tried to parry her attack with a punch of my own to her rack- it was a big target.
Her smirk faded quickly as my blow struck home. The guys roared, her breast had popped right out of her top. She stumbled back a pace or two. I knew I had hurt her, I knew too that she was too proud to admit it. She glared at me, her eyes locked on mine. She tried to regroup and gamely she moved to attack again. She circled me cautiously as if looking for the perfect shot.
I didn’t have that sort of time, I wanted to get this fight over and I wanted to take this young floozie down, I wanted more than that, I wanted to show this crowd, and Andy in particular I was the better woman, in all ways.
I knew I had slowed her down. I knew she was more cautious, I hoped she would expect me to repeat the successful attacks I had made and react accordingly. I swung my knee up but aimed this time at her thigh not her tummy.
I was a good swimmer, I jogged, I worked out at the gym, I had always paid special attention to my legs, they were not just toned, they were strong. And it paid off.
Just as I had hoped my foe expected me to knee her tummy again, she had brought her hands down to guard, perhaps even to grab my leg and hold it and then push it in the air and so bring me down. But whatever she expected she didn’t expect me to aim for her thigh. And my blow hit. She yelped with pain, she limped a pace or two, perhaps she was looking for something to hold onto, though what she hoped to find on the beach was no one’s guess. Well she was blonde!
Before she could do much I was onto her, my hands round her neck dragging her down in a headlock. "You’ve had it bitch!" Somehow one of my hands caught the string tie on her bikini, it came off. Her tits bounced. I smirked, the boys would love this and they would love me manhandling my foe even more.
She panicked as my hold tightened round her neck. She tried to pound my back, her fists hurt but I smelt victory. I slapped her bare tits with my other hand. "Suffer!"
Some of the guys cheered, the blonde’s friends booed and catcalled and told me to leave her alone but the other women- and there were a few –all cheered for me, they didn’t like this bimbo anymore than I didl I kept her bent over, her almost bare ass high in the air. She tried to scratch and claw at my back.
"You’ll pay for this bitch" I hissed as I got her in a sleeper hold, her body arched back as I yanked her upright, her head and breasts toward the crowd. I hissed as I raised my leg, wedging it into the small of her back "give bitch give." I hoped she wouldn’t because I wanted to have some fun with her. She was getting weaker as the sleeper hold took effect, she was fighting for air, she gave up scrabbling at my arm around her throat, she was almost limp, her arms dropped to her side, just dangling there. I hauled her back harder, her body almost bent double. It must have hurt her so much.
"I give" she whispered.
I smirked I was going to show this defeated bitch off to the crowd. I was going to make her admit I was the better woman. I was going to parade her round like a trophy. I knew what she must look like, her tummy bruised and red, she was topless, she would have bruises on her face, she would not be the hot blonde who had been all over Andy. I knew already guys had their cam phones out filming what I was sure were the final moments of the fight. I tugged her from side to side, she just flopped. "Louder" I demanded letting her have some air. "tell them all what a loser bitch you are."
That was a mistake, I should never have given her the opening,, she stamped on my foot twice. I yelped and let her go and hopped on one foot. For a moment she stood there recovering as I hopped about. She came at me then with her fists up and punching, she slammed two into my chin.
The crowd’s reaction was mixed, apart from blondie’s claque the girls were still cheering for me, but the guys were divided, I heard one say the brunette as too confident' and another 'blondie can still dish it out'
I wasn’t playing to them, not then, I wanted this bimbo’s scalp for myself. I began to think I could get a collection. I tried to bite back the thought as disgusting and anyway I had to concentrate on the fight I was hurt and I staggered back, shocked in pain. I was even more determined to take her.
She tried to come on strong but she was too worn, I had pounded her too hard for her to make a real come back. She tried to punch again but she was slow, I ducked and weaved and got inside her reach and sent several quick almost unanswered punches to her already sore and weakened belly. Each brought a gasp from her. She was fading fast. Her punches hardly made a mark on me.
I tried to kick her in the tummy, it had proved successful so often.
Too often, she expected that move, she grabbed my ankle and backpeddled, I think she tried to pull me over. I hopped on one leg and reached froward trying to punch her. It worked. I hit her cheek she was watching where she was going, not me. She dropped my leg and as if stunned put her hand to her cheek her hair flying everywhere. Again I closed on her, she kneed me, I stumbled back and she tried to attack. But again her punches hardly hurt. I got within her reach and again pummelled her tummy. My final punch hammered her, I felt her stagger, she almost fell to her knees, and I knew I had her.
And I was going to finish her off properly. I grabbed her hair, hauled her back and put her back in the same sleeper hold as I had before. Again I put my knee into her back, again I bent her back, again I put her on display to the men. This time I took no chances. I held her tightly till I felt her slide a little; she was almost out to it. "Admit it you’re meat bitch" I hissed into her ear, then more loudly said, 'she’s got nice tits hasn’t she' I turned her to look straight at her friends. "Pity she was so mouthy.' I smiled again. "Even more of a pity she can’t fight" I held her till I felt her head loll forward then let her go.
She dropped to the sand and lay there. Unconscious.
I walked over to where Kate stood watching and high fived her again. Andrew came over and kissed me. "Two to the Buchan sisters. Blondes nil."
