Claire has always been a peculiar person, even though she may appear to be one of those quiet girls on the surface. Growing up as an only child, she always had what she needed at her fingertips; she had never had to ask to live comfortably.
Claire, however, was not a careless girl; she had managed to grow up with the knowledge that to achieve anything, she would have to work hard. Outside the walls of a home, no one would ever give her anything, so she would have to roll up her sleeves and educate herself.
This a tougher challenge than one might think, more so if even as a child she did not represent the prototypical classic young girl. Claire had a build that tended toward stout, bodied a considerable amount of development on her chest compared to her peers.
However, this also entailed the downside of being targeted for a characteristic that represented a woman’s femininity but in the body of a little girl. Children have been known to be bad, as the concept of good and evil is not yet fully formed.
Claire soon became the scapegoat for many pranks, some unglamorous to play on a little girl, and the brunette only felt threatened by the rest of her so-called "friends" because she was different.
The succession of events continued until the age when each person finally entered puberty. Claire watched as the same people who previously teased her about her prosperous breasts grew in that very area of her body. Not that she expected an apology, but seeing how her previous problem was no longer a burden to anyone only made her more furious.
She had suffered hard times for something she had not even chosen, and now that all the girls, some more and some less, were beginning to look like her, no one seemed to use that against them. Indeed, this attracted more attention from the boys, and Claire herself found herself seeking attention from the male audience.
She found that attention in Tom, a nerdy-looking boy who nevertheless seemed to show her the proper respect. The only one in a lifetime of false friends, and as much as he was not the canon of the perfect guy, his behavior caused Claire to fall into an infatuation.
They took dating for a few months, both attending the same school but in different classes. Claire felt like the star of one of those TV series, all love, and flowers, with extras of secondary characters. Of them all, one was the girl who held the position of "bad character."
Martina, a slender and luscious blonde, is tall compared to the rest of the girls and has modest breasts. Like Claire, the brunette was an only child but had grown up completely different from her current girlfriend. They seemed just like two opposites, as Martina continued to ride the wave of being able to achieve everything without the slightest effort.
Martina was beautiful, really beautiful. Not the most beautiful in the entire institution, but if there was a ranking, she would have been on the podium. And that ranking was there, but Claire was not even in the top 20 girls. It wasn't a big deal, but the brunette's pride took another blow.
Never more so, however, than the realization that Martina was getting close to Tom without Claire knowing it. The blonde and the boy were in the same class, and the girl had begun to take an interest in the nerd so that she could back each other up during tests.
The blonde had never been someone who was going to struggle to get anything done; she had always managed to find a way to substitute for having to be the one to get something done. And Martina was approaching Tom for the same reason.
He was the classic scholar, the one who got top grades without having to worry too much, and for Martina, he was gold in the true sense of the word. If the blonde had been able to chain that boy to herself, she could have enjoyed much more free time during class hours, as she would have had the personal lapdog performing her tests for her.
The only impediment was Claire, but Martina did not seem to mind that much. The girl had seen the competition, and she almost burst out laughing at the mere thought that she could be upstaged by a girl like the brunette. She was going to be a cheerleader; a girl like Claire could never stop her.
Tom, on the other hand, immediately felt excited about the situation, not believing it possible that a girl of Martina's caliber could be interested in someone like him, growing his ego out of all proportions.
When Claire became aware of what Martina was trying to do, finding out about it through hearsay in the school hallways, the girlfriend immediately rushed to the person concerned, finding her in the school bathroom during one of the breaks.
Attacking her right away, calling her a whore, Claire and Martina began threatening each other, until they had the first actual titfight of their lives, although through the fabric of their T-shirts. Neither of them knew how they focused on that, probably the fact that Tom loved women's breasts beyond anything or because they both had a nice, round 32D to show off.
Both, however, were sure they were playing the boy that way, both knew they would come out on top, and the other would have no chance. And for Claire it was true. Martina was brutally destroyed in a one-sided confrontation. Although the two of them were her equal in form, Claire used her heavier body to corner her rival and beat her into submission.
That marked the end of a girl constantly broken by the rest of the people, a person who had suffered and now had built armor around herself. Having defeated that girl had triggered a confidence that she did not think she had before.
When Claire reached Tom, she struggled to tell him what had happened. She could not feel comfortable saying what had happened; it had happened so quickly and was such a strange thing that the brunette was not quite sure she could tell it.
Tom, however, unexpectedly took the story, the very idea of such a thing excited him so damn much. Claire watched as her boyfriend began to fantasize, listening to him explain how much she would like to see him find other girls to fight with as well.
Claire curbed Tom's enthusiasm, however, telling him that she did not feel comfortable finding herself in that situation. It was all so strange, and the brunette did not want to be part of something like that.
She was a girl who preferred to work hard to get something done, but stay within the bounds of her normalcy, to the detriment of Tom's excitement, who now couldn't help but wonder how he could convince his girlfriend to fight again.
Claire changed dramatically in the years to come, her body becoming statuesque after hard work on herself. Her breasts grew even more, becoming the magnificent 36EE that is coveted by many people today.
However, the brunette remained firm in her convictions, finally becoming able to stand up for her ideals as she saw fit, finally finding the coveted rewards after her efforts.
The only thing that remained in her of her old self was an underlying hatred of those who got what they wanted without having to struggle. To Claire, that kind of person was a pest that needed to be eradicated, and she was happy to be able to lend a hand in extinction.
"It's not fair," Claire thought.
Her cell phone was in her hand, the chat screen completely blank. That was the problem, the chat was completely blank. She had tried the contest to join her school's cheerleading squad but had not been chosen.
Deep down, she also knew why. Her body was nothing like that of the other contestants; in fact, perhaps she was even better. Her performance in the dance was not bad, sure some inconsistencies were there but nothing she could not admit.
The problem was her, the person who had been chosen as a judge. The same girl she had faced years earlier in the school bathrooms, winning it and maintaining her relationship with her current boyfriend, who watched her sitting on the bed.
"Did she do it on purpose, you say?" he asked.
"Of course, she hates me," sighed Claire, throwing her cell phone on the bed beside her.
Martina had forbidden her access to the cheerleaders for a selfish reason, and Claire could not even use it in her favor since it would be her word against the head cheerleaders. A losing battle from the start.
"Well, you can always challenge her to..." began Tom.
"No! Don't you dare," replied the brunette hastily, "You know I don't like that."
The boy sighed, he had been hearing the same answer for years now, although he hoped that sooner or later it would change. Looking at Vanitas' blog, Tom saw that titfighting was still current and that Martina herself practiced it. He hoped with all his heart that Claire could also immerse herself in that world, but with little success.
"They used titfight as a method of selection," he said.
"I don't care, they didn't take me," Claire replied, a sad streak in her voice.
"You could have won against anyone, I'm sure."
"Stop it. I won't do it again" the brunette closed the speech "Now I'm going to practice"
***
Claire kept thinking back to the cheerleading story, how she could move forward if indeed the selections were based on something she no longer wanted to do.
Between exercises, the brunette looked at the blog photos, dwelling on Martina and the girls who had gone on to selection. They all had that spoiled look, a snap of their fingers and the world at their feet. How annoying.
During a series of exercises, Claire saw some girls enter the gym, passing her and continuing behind her. Looking at those girls out of the corner of her eye, she recognized two of the cheerleaders at the selection, all of whom kept liking one girl in particular for her physical prowess. Sighing, Claire tried not to listen to their words, but her attention was caught by the blonde who seemed to be at the center of it all.
***
During a series of exercises, Claire saw some girls enter the gym, passing her and continuing behind her. Looking at those girls out of the corner of her eye, she recognized two of the cheerleaders at the selection, all of whom kept liking one girl in particular for her physical prowess.
Looking at her more closely, Claire recognized her almost immediately. Her face, those huge breasts, the sexy body. She had already seen everything, the photos on the school blog were perfect for recognizing her. Anastasia.
Claire looked at her for a few more seconds, before sighing and trying not to listen to the cheerleading group's words, but her attention was caught by the few words she had heard, albeit with difficulty.
"... Nice..."
"... It would be yours for sure..."
"... Flirt with him..."
The girls seemed to be talking about someone, probably prompting the blonde to go talk to a guy at the gym.
In a normal situation, many girls had similar ideas in gyms, seeing all the handsome guys busy defining their mass. Claire herself had been approached by a few guys, but having Tom always nearby it was very difficult for her to be alone for more than five seconds.
Smiling at the idea of her boyfriend being so jealous, Claire walked away from the group of girls, eventually going to work out on other machines.
About twenty minutes passed before Tom caught up with Claire, the girl greeting him with a forced smile as she lifted the weight she had set with her legs.
"I have to tell you something," he said, serious.
***
Images of the challenge between Demi and Martina moved slightly up and down before Tom's eyes, his hand clenched around his erection as he masturbated imagining the whole scene.
His old acquaintance was busy slamming her breasts against this busty brunette's, hissing and moaning.
Tom moaned to himself, imagining how Demi then began to take over until it was over. A slow, gradual thrust, where Martina's breasts spread out over his chest, molded around the better couple.
Tom then reached the climax when Demi slammed her tits into the blonde's pair, completely obliterating Martina's breasts, and making her scream her submission.
The scene must have been damn hot, he would have wanted to be there, he would have wanted to see. Claire would have to fight again, he wished. He longed to see Claire fight another girl, perhaps Martina in a rematch.
Finished cleaning himself up, Tom continued scrolling through the blog, coming across photos of Ana. God, those breasts were so big. Her eyes seemed to hug them from the screen, so big they almost looked like Claire's: a perfect 36EE.
Fuck, how she would have loved to see Claire and Ana trying to flatten each other! It would have been an uncommon sight. Ana had the edge in experience, but Claire had an uncommon competitive spirit.
He thought about it at the gym, finally finding an opportunity he never expected. Walking in, he saw her almost immediately. Ana was there, along with other girls, working out in floor exercises.
Tom's eyes stopped on that body, on those breasts enclosed in the tight top that enhanced it even more, swallowing hard as he imagined it before him.
The same gym, the same place, him, Claire, and Ana. This was fate speaking, there was no doubt about it. It could not be a coincidence.
"I just have to..." he thought, searching his girlfriend with his gaze.
Claire was busy on the other side of the gym, intent on training as her usual self. What could have driven her to fight Ana? How could he bring Claire to face that blonde?
"How can I make..."
The idea came to light without being waited for. There was only one thing that could move Claire's convictions the same thing that had compelled her years earlier to fight Martina.
As he approached, he was greeted by his girlfriend's smile. He loved that smile, but he should have destroyed it at that moment. The desire to see the titfight between his girlfriend and another girl was too great.
"I have to tell you something..."
***
"She what?!?" hissed Claire.
She was not sure she had heard her boyfriend's words correctly, or at least she hoped she had misunderstood.
"Ana has been flirting with me. Heavily," he said again.
Claire looked at him with wide eyes. She had heard right, but she still didn't accept it. That girl had tried to get into her Tom's underwear in the same gym where she worked out.
Claire couldn't conceive how bad the situation was, Ana had been heedless of her presence and had flirted with Tom, even though she hadn't shown up.
"That...bitch," growled Claire, getting up.
"No, wait," Tom stopped her, putting his hands on her shoulders, "Don't do something you might regret later."
Claire gave him an angry look, but the last glimmer of lucidity seemed to save her. Sitting back down with an annoyed grunt, she remained silent, staring at the blonde on the other side of the gym.
She could not get up and go to her, slap her, and yell at her, no matter how easy the solution might have been. She was not like that; she would destroy everything he had built for her image.
The brunette watched Ana begin to bend backward, intent on loosening her back, shooting her breasts upward. Her eyes narrowed to two slits; if he couldn't have slapped her, he would have destroyed her from the inside.
"Go home," she said.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I said, go. A. Home," she hissed.
Tom stared at her for a moment before resigning himself and walking away. Claire went back to staring at Ana from afar, waiting for the moment to strike, feeling how his hatred for her was growing.
She had been reading about her since the first day of school, the encounter with Demi, and the reason for the fight. Ana seemed not to have learned her lesson, but it would be Claire's turn to teach the blonde not to touch other people's men.
After an imprecise amount of time, Claire saw Ana stop training. The blonde exchanged a few more words with the other girls still intent on their exercises, before smiling and walking away.
The brunette immediately followed her, keeping her distance so as not to arouse any suspicion but without ceasing to keep an eye on her. Walking through the corridors, every person she passed turned to look at that girl, only fueling her anger.
"I'm going to make you pay, bitch," Claire thought, following Ana inside the locker room.
There were still several girls there, a problem for Claire who was quivering more and more. She watched the blonde change and put on a towel, then returned outside the locker room.
Mimicking the attire, the brunette continued her pursuit, finally ending up in the sauna. Steam greeted her body, as did the heat and warm air that entered her lungs. It was a small room with mirrored glass that overlooked the gym, in front of the weight area. Many people knew about it, and no one ever complained. The girls inside the sauna could see the boys increasing the muscle mass of their arms, while the boys could watch themselves in the mirror as they worked on their bodies, driven for the love of themselves or to catch the attention of some girl hiding inside.
The eyes of the angry girlfriend flew quickly from one side of the sauna to the other, receiving the longed-for answer. At last, the two of them were alone. No one would disturb them, Claire's hand closed the sauna lock. the noise was low, but enough for Ana to notice the presence of another person behind her.
"Oh, I didn't see you," smiled Ana, removing her towel and sitting down.
The sweat on the blonde's body made her skin slick, beads of sweat ran down her neck, settling in her cleavage and sliding down to her stomach. Claire had to admit, Ana could have stolen Tom from her if she had done nothing.
Claire did not respond, sitting away from her but not stopping staring. Ana relaxed, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, her chest pushed out slightly as she arched her back. Claire looked at that very large breast, unable to tell if it was bigger than she was.
It didn't matter though; she knew the problem was something else entirely. This blonde had flirted with her man, and now she would pay the price. She had dealt with a similar blonde before, years before, and the result would remain the same.
"Bitch," whispered Claire.
Opening her eyes wide, the brunette realized that she had actually said the word and not just thought it. Turning quickly toward the blonde, she saw the girl's eyes open and turn toward her.
"What did you call me?" the voice of Ana betrayed slight annoyance.
Claire looked into her eyes; by now the blonde had heard her. Well, that was what she thought, Ana had flirted with her Tom and she would never let her move a single finger on him.
"Oh, did you hear me? Well, at least you're not deaf--whore," insulted the brunette again.
This time Ana sat up better, turning completely toward the brunette who, apparently for no reason, was insulting her.
"How dare you?" replied the blonde, her voice now betraying the note of anger.
"Claire, but we're not talking about me," smiled the brunette falsely, "But we're talking about a bitch who likes to flirt with other people's boyfriends. Well, just remember Kyle, right?"
Ana's eyes widened, her mouth made to open but the blonde was too surprised to be able to respond. The girl in front of her had started insulting her, and now she was telling her about Kyle? Who was she? A friend of Demi's?
"Listen, bitch. I don't know who the fuck you are or what you want from me..." growled Ana, standing up and looking angrily at Claire "...but I don’t allow you to say these things to me!"
"Oh, really?" replied Claire, standing up in turn, her breasts bouncing on her chest "What I want is for you to understand your place, you fat-breasted bitch."
Claire struck where she was sure Ana's pride was hiding. Thrusting forward, she slammed her breasts into the blonde's pair, who groaned in surprise as she took a step back.
"Are you so confident about winning the cheerleading position? Pathetic!" hissed the brunette, striking again.
Ana stepped back again, still surprised by the girl's impetus. Claire smiled wickedly, slamming again. She felt the same inner strength of her first titfight, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she liked that feeling. Her breasts were already dominating a pair of another girl's, she seemed to be unbeatable.
"You'll figure out where you belong, bitch," growled Claire, in obvious arousal as she watched the blonde back off.
As if she had been punched, the brunette gasped as Ana crashed into her suddenly. The blonde's breasts smashed into the rival pair, sending Claire two steps back.
"This is a game for two, bitch," hissed Ana, thrusting her breasts out.
The brunette straightened, mimicking the position before moving closer. When the two pairs buckled again, Claire's flesh trembled slightly, both pushing against each other.
Now that the blonde and brunette were attacking together, no pair of breasts gained ground as the two girls pushed forward.
This time Claire and Ana kept their breasts in contact, beginning to flex their breasts together, alternating direction so that every inch of their flesh pressed against each other.
Their eyes lowered to their chests as the four huge tits collided, each rising and falling, moving around the other, falling and shaking.
The two pairs of tits crashed and slid over each other as the girls slowly increased the intensity of their duel, beginning to grind harder.
Each movement became more wooden, losing the looseness of the movements, the sound of slapping flesh could be heard slightly under the girls' grunts.
Ana's heavy breasts fell on Claire's tits as the brunette dragged them from left to right and back again, the flesh blended together with each pass, resuming shape after each second.
Claire looked with a hint of frustration at the magnificent rival breasts, still firm and high on the blonde's chest, as well as her own. The only difference was that Claire's paler flesh was redder than her counterpart from the constant contact.
Ana tightened her arms around Claire's back, bringing her breasts into the rival pair. The blonde's big tits pushed against Claire and both pairs came back into firm collision after a slight flattening where they made contact.
Claire immediately reached Ana's back, locking each other in a bearhug with the blonde, both of whom could feel how the rival breasts were not a pair to be underestimated.
Claire had had no experience outside the only one-sided titfight of her life, and seeing how the blonde was resisting her breasts was beginning to make her nervous.
Ana knew that feeling well, she had experienced it before, and she could not help but wonder if she had found a girl so threatening that it would prove fatal to her.
Claire increased the pressure of her grip, making Ana grunt. That sound reinforced the brunette's spirit, which thrust her breasts forward into the opposing pair. This time Ana moaned, but the blonde pushed back soon after, tightening her lips.
The breasts swelled together, unable to push the rival flesh back. Claire repeated the move, aligning their breasts before tightening her grip. When the brunette thrust forward, Ana's tits yielded slightly, the blonde hissing as she felt the rival breasts make their way into hers.
Smiling, Claire continued to grind her breasts into her rival's heavy tits, pressing her breasts into the blonde's pair whenever Ana tried to respond. The Russian student felt how her rival's breasts tried hard to work their way into her.
Ana began to breathe heavier, Claire's breasts had taken away all available space between their bodies, only the distance of their chests remaining to separate them.
Claire continued to force her pair forward, moving her hips to try to dominate her opponent. Moving her breasts over the blonde's pair, forcing downward as she tried hard not to give her rival space.
Claire's arms began to shake from the effort, marking a slight weakening in her grip. Ana did not miss her chance and violently pushed upward on her breasts, sending the angry girlfriend's tits upward.
Claire cried out in surprise, clinging to the blonde's waist so as not to flinch; Ana did the same, pulling the brunette toward her. Their tits smashed together, their flesh flushed incredibly as the two couples slid between them slowly, each grunting and panting with each step.
"I'll crush your bags like all the cheerleaders," hissed Ana.
Claire grunted uncomfortably, feeling her breasts pressed from above by the blonde's pair. The brunette responded by pushing upward, forcing Ana to tighten her grip as she felt her flesh being lifted, her breasts bouncing after a few seconds on her chest.
The blonde tightened her grip further, adding pressure on her rival breasts as Claire tried to pull away, seeing only her opponent following her as their breasts continued to thrust and rub together. Bending over her rival, Ana smiled as she saw the brunette respond to the pressure with obvious discomfort.
Somehow Claire managed to create distance between them, pushing her breasts forward forcefully. Both staggered backward and when Ana saw her rival begin to twist her chest to the side, she did likewise with a wicked smile. Her competitive instincts kept teasing her, feeling that the girl in front of her would give her a good challenge.
Throwing the massive breasts together, the slaps and thuds were accompanied by the girls' grunts, keeping her gaze fixed in each other's eyes as their flesh rippled with collision and returned to its natural shape soon after. Despite appearances, Claire's heavy breasts were really giving the blonde a hard time.
Claire landed a hard frontal blow, eliciting a groan from the blonde, but as she stepped back Ana took the opportunity to thrust forward. The brunette's breasts spread around the aggressor’s tits, resisting their force but flattening against her chest.
The brunette tried to rock her breasts again to drive her rival away, but Ana slid her chest downward and threw it upward. Claire moaned, being forced to step back from the overpowering blow. The blonde immediately took advantage, slamming her big tits sideways and from below into the enemy pair.
The girlfriend gasped as if she felt her flesh beginning to lose its firmness, her tits trembling with each blow, and she couldn't help but moan when she felt Ana attack again, rising on her toes to stab the brunette's breasts as best she could.
"Oh my God, no!" moaned Claire, collapsing to her knees.
Ana smiled arrogantly as she followed, moving her breasts up to push the rival pair down. Both on the ground, Ana continued ramming her breasts into the rival pair, feeling how Claire moaned in pain. To her regret, the brunette seemed to realize that the blonde was not as easy a challenge as she had thought.
"Now you see why I became the cheerleader, bitch? Feel a real woman's tits?" the blonde taunted her, thrusting her huge chest into Claire's.
The brunette watched her flesh slip away as the blonde's breasts thrust forward. Her lips parted in a moan as she felt Ana's thick flesh displace hers for a second. Smiling, Ana continued to thrust her sweaty tits into the rival pair, feeling both pairs fold.
Claire sighed as she felt her tits give way, then emitted an involuntary moan as she imagined her defeat against that girl. The same girl who was trying to take her boyfriend away from her. Her eyes lowered again to her breasts, her flesh yielding against that rival, but inside she could still feel the energy move them.
Claire would never leave Tom without a fight, so she thrashed forward, ignoring the pain that erupted in her breasts. Ana felt herself being forced backward, surprised by the rival rush and losing her victorious smile. Both couples poured out, but it seemed that it was Claire's breasts that had the upper hand in the duel of space between them at that moment.
Her tits pushed off Ana's large breasts, both skins flushed from the constant fighting. After regaining control over the duel, Claire pushed forward again, slamming her chest against Ana's 36EE, her flesh displacing that of her rival, making the blonde moan loudly.
"What's going on, Ana? Is it your breasts giving way to mine?" growled Claire as she listened to the Russian student's frustrated moan.
The brunette grabbed Ana's arms before lowering her full breasts against the blonde forcefully. Gritting her teeth, Claire felt the big enemy boobs repel her, watching as the breasts flattened together at one point. Ana moaned loudly, trying to wriggle out but failing as she felt the pressure on her breasts increases.
The girlfriend began to rub her breasts into Ana's, sighing with a smile as she watched her breasts crush the pair beneath it. The blonde's eyes were fixed on her chest, watching as her flesh poured beneath her rival's pair. She had not imagined that at that point in the challenge, the brunette might regain control.
Claire felt the pain continue to grip her chest, but she was sure the blonde was in much more pain, urging her to resist. Ana winced every time the brunette pushed down on her pair, strongly kneading the enemy pair with her tits. Pushing upward, Ana continued to feel the pain growing in her breasts but slowly her pair was abandoning the position forced by her rival. With a flick of her kidneys, the blonde finally managed to bring her tits over Claire's, but the brunette quickly slid them in front of her before thrusting forward.
Ana's arms immediately closed behind Claire's back, the brunette doing the same after biting her lip, both ignoring how painful that inherent burning in their large, firm breasts was as they were put together. Despite the continued exchange, neither pair seemed to have a clear firmness advantage over the other.
Both girls felt their energies running low, their red, aching breasts had lost much of their magnificent firmness. Ana pulled her rival tighter, hoping somehow that her resistance would overcome Claire's. The brunette squeezed back, lowering her gaze to see her flesh being displaced by the blonde's.
The air was too warm to allow good breathing, everything around them was beginning to spin slowly. The gymnasium music covered just enough so that the people on the other side of the glass could not hear the last moans, so loud and full of pain that they shuddered. The sound of flesh slapping and rolling together. Both of their arms wrapped around each other's backs, blocking each other's air intake as they pressed their chests together, their breasts were juxtaposed rhythmically without stopping, accompanied by labored grunts.
"Surrender ... bitch," Claire hissed.
"You will give in...I can feel it..." sighed Ana.
The two girls continued to fight, their arms steadily squeezing each other's bodies, their four breasts spread to their sides without decreeing any winner. Ana bit her lip, unable to hold back a moan as she felt Claire's pair continue to fight stubbornly, the brunette's breasts kept meeting Ana's thrusts, refusing to give in.
The blonde winced as she felt Claire's tits begin to compress her flesh more and more. Both were pushing and grinding, each breast folding over the other before returning to its original shape. The girls were completely sweaty, the popping sound of their flesh filling the room, each staring intensely into the other's eyes.
Ana's breasts folded to the side, swelling and then regaining their shape with each pass; Claire's tits did the same, spilling to the sides as they slid over and around the rival pair. Their duel was accompanied by the sound of wet flesh slapping together, followed by their moans as they felt more and more of their tits being moved and pushed inward.
The blonde continued to grind her heavy tits into Claire's, the brunette moaning loudly, looking down with urgency as she felt Ana's dense breasts beginning to thrust into hers. The girlfriend continued to thrust her breasts into the rival pair almost with panic, being repaid by Ana's moan when she felt her pair flatten against her.
Neither girl stopped squeezing the other's back, forcing their flesh forward, thrusting their pairs uncontrollably, their faces distorted by pain and exhaustion. Ana lowered her gaze, watching the brunette's tits lose their shape as she thrust forward.
But they were not the only ones doing so; Ana's breasts were also yielding to the rival pair. Their large sets were molding against each other, their flesh loose more than ever. Both were gritting their teeth, continuing to thrust their nearly lifeless breasts, feeling how their pairs were flattening and spreading on their chests.
"You won't...have...Tom..." whispered Claire desperately, trying to push forward.
Ana seemed to be taken by surprise, her grip seemed to lessen, even as her tits continued to be pressed into the brunette's pair.
"I ... don't know ... who Tom is," whispered the blonde in response.
Claire opened her eyes wide, looking her rival in the eyes and finding nothing but truthful light. The brunette's grip loosened, and the blonde sighed in utter release, feeling the pressure on her breasts ease.
"No, wait...how do you not know Tom? My boyfriend? The one you were flirting with?"
Ana relaxed, letting go of Claire's body and sitting on her lap.
"No, I don't know who he is. Never seen him before," replied the blond, thinking of someone who could be him.
Claire tried to understand the situation, something was strange and she could not understand it.
"But...but...but I heard you two talking. Flirting with him ... being able to win him over ..." the brunette began to say.
"We were talking about Kyle...that's why I got upset at first," explained the blonde "I thought Demi sent you, and that you were referring to him. I don't know any Tom...but he sounds like a big bastard."
"Yes, he is," Claire said in a harsh voice, "and after I meet him, he may be dead."
The brunette clenched her fist in front of her angrily, imagining that she was crushing her boyfriend...just a little longer. He had forced her to do something she no longer wanted to do through deception; he would not get away with it.
"What if I made him pay? In a really...heavy way?" asked Ana, almost innocently. Somehow, she too felt betrayed by the situation.
"That's ... a really good idea," smiled Claire, "What do you have in mind?"
Ana smiled wickedly, drumming her index finger on his chin. Oh, poor Tom was in for a nasty surprise. Really bad.
***
"I know it's strange, but can you bring my bra to the locker room? After the duel, I couldn't wear it but I have to do PE! I'll only be there, make sure you don't show up! So ... I can tell you how it went."
Tom read the message again and again, unable to believe what he was reading. It had been a few days since the gym and Claire had not shown up, responding that she needed to catch up on her own.
At first, he thought she had discovered the lie, but when the message arrived at school he realized that nothing had been discovered. Tom knew the combination of his girlfriend's locker, so he quickly retrieved her bra and headed for the locker room, almost running.
He did not even bother to knock once he arrived; he was too elated at what he would learn. When he opened the door, however, Tom was petrified. Before his eyes was a spectacle as magnificent as it was destructive.
The girls were almost completely half-naked, including the PE teacher, who turned quickly toward the door, discovering a peeping Tom in the act. Lowering her gaze to the boy's hands, she saw that bra, the same one that had been stolen from her a few hours earlier.
Screaming, the teacher immediately took the boy to the presidency, which did not take kindly to the affair, expelling him. Ana and Claire watched the scene from a distance, before introducing themselves to the boy as he exited the building.
"Claire, what the fuck?" began Tom, interrupted, however, by the brunette's slap.
"First, what the fuck am I supposed to say. Second, how dare you lie to me on your fucking whim?" another slap. Tom stood motionless, petrified at the knowledge that he had been found out. "Third, you have shown yourself for the scum that you are. You disgust me!" Claire's voice was so loud that it drew the attention of the entire school, which was watching the scene "...don't ever let me see you again. It's over between us, you bum."
With those words, Claire turned and walked back into the school, followed by Ana and the applause of other people. Tom turned around, tears in his eyes from humiliation as the booing of those who until a few hours before were his classmates accompanied him to the exit.
Crossing the threshold, the brunette breathed in at the top of her lungs, then exhaled as if she were releasing a huge weight. Despite having done the right thing, however, her eyes began to burn, fighting hard at her desire not to cry.
It was hard not to, she and Tom had shared so much, she had trusted him with her whole self, and the feeling of betrayal she felt caused her unbearable pain. Inside her it was as if everything was colored black, dying slowly and in agony.
A white spot, a different and gentle warmth, began to spread more and more from the center of everything. The hand on Claire's shoulder was warm, the brunette turned to see Ana smiling at her with shining eyes, trying to comfort a girl who did not deserve such a thing.
"Thank you" smiled Claire, wiping her tears with the back of her hand "He doesn't deserve these tears"
"No, he doesn't deserve them" Ana smiles, embracing the girl. Claire relaxed in the blonde's fraternal embrace, the pressure on their breasts, this time light and friendly, staying a few seconds before breaking away "Do you mind if we have a drink after school? There's a bar nearby."
"I would love to," smiled Claire.
That smile was sincere, a cool drop in a sultry storm of lies. After all, that had happened, despite all the jealousy and anger a girl might have felt, it was nice to be able to feel free and happy. A new life, a new future and a new friend.
