Sarah sits down on her toilet and begins peeing from the drinks she had with Lindsay at the bar. As she looks at the inside of her panties, she notices a wet stain. I didn't accidentally start leaking in the Uber?, did I?, she wonders to herself. Did Lindsay notice me literally peeing my pants afraid to fight her?
She rubs her hand on the moisture and puts it to her nose. It's stickier than pee .... and smells like ... cum. It's white like cum too. Sarah feels her pussy. It's all enlarged and wet, like when she's aroused or far along masturbating. She tries to relax for the first time since her conversation with Lindsay. She senses for the first time how aroused she is. But at what? The fight? Or is this how her anxiety of the fight is releasing itself?
If Lindsay notices during the fight ... will she think I'm attracted to her? And aroused at the idea of fighting her? When women wrestle on the ground during a fight, they try to put each other in leg-locks. What if I get Lindsay's head between my legs, and she notices me cumming like this? She'll never let me live that down. She'll think this was a sexual fight, that this was my way of having sex with her.
I need a cold shower. I can't fight her like THIS.
Sarah strips quickly and starts the shower, climbs into her elongated modern walk-in shower--no bath, just a long ramp to showerheads from multiple directions-- and soaps up between her legs. She's heard about cold showers her whole life but never actually taken one--they sound better in theory than in practice. Because in practice, they suck. "I can't shower in cold water," exclaims Sarah. She turns up the temperature gradually. The warming water and her touching h.er private parts accelerates her arousal--showers have always been erotic to her. The biggest reason she picked this apartment was the unique shower design.
Lindsay has been listening through the closed bathroom door this entire time. She is suspicious Sarah is looking forcan excuse to duck this fistfight. But yhis is something, true to her word to Sarah, that she's wanted since their first meeting. Lindsay was bullied by her old sister growing up, and Lindsay sees Sarah as an opportunity to "turn the tables"-- to work off some frustration on the little sister SHE never had. It'll be fun. A good, clean fistfight. Like she and her cheerleader sister used to have at home.
Sarah's excuse of needing to pee already sounded suspicious to Lindsay--the two women had barely started their second drink at the bar. Now she can hear the shower running. Perfect, thinks Lindsay--I'll strip, and wait for her outside the shower, and we can fistfight in the bathroom. That's the room I want to fight her in anyways. The rest of this apartment is too cramped and cluttered with head-bump hazards.
Lindsay removes her clothes. Shit, do I keep my rings on? That bitch still has hers on. It's unfair if we fight with hers on and mine off--I'll leave mine on.
She steps into the bathroom, and notices the unique elongated shower for the first time. What a dumb-ass Sarah is for paying extra for that kind of shower, thinks Lindsay. Those are for old people who can't get in and out of tubs anymore. That girl is so .... naive .... about the world. Time to teach her how women fight.
Lindsay struts into the shower and sees Sarah hards at work lathering and massaging her pussy.
> Sarah?!?!? Are you fucking.... masturbating?
> [Sarah looks up startled.] Lindsay!!!! What the fuck are you doing in here?
[Was she literally going to rape me in the shower???]
> [Lindsay's dream of a good, clean fight is dashed in an instant. She becomes a woman scorned.] I knew it, you fucking liar!!! This WAS sexual. This whole night was .... sexual .. to you.
> [Wait. Is she doing reverse psychology? Does Lindsay want sex in the shower with me? She DID trick me back to my place.] Lindsay .... back off .... I don't want sex in the shower with you. [The two women are nose to nose, naked in the shower, their breasts touching. Both are disappointed in rhe other. Lindsay closes their faces together, which Sarah misinterprets as Lindaay trying to kiss her. She slaps Lindsay in the face.]
> I thought we were fighting with fists. [Lindsay punches her enemy in the mouth.]
> We ARE. [Sarah left jabs Lindsay's right boob. Both women are dripping with warm water.]
> I fucking hate you, Sarah.
> I hate you more, Lindsay.
> Bitch.
> cxnt.
Both women starting swinging fists at each others' face and upper body. Neither will stop until the other is on the shower floor. They can already tell by the intensity in their eyes.
Neither has ever seen another woman this angry at her.
And the cracking of rings on face flesh is the most painful sensation either has ever felt.
> [Lindsay kept her rings on on purpose, thinks Sarah. What a jealous bitch.]
> [Sarah kept her rings on on purpose, thinks Lindsay. What a psycho bitch.]
To be continued....
