(This is the first part of a story that will lead to a series featuring the cul-de-sac crew. While the subject of this one won't be a titfight, there will be plenty of those in this series.)
It started at a backyard barbecue on the cul-de-sac. Mark and his wife Larissa hosted a few of them ever summer and invited a few neighbors, among them, Roy and wife Vicki, Jeff and wife Jessica, and two women who lived two doors away, Kaitlyn and best friend Amanda, who'd moved in together three years ago after the two women both went through divorces from their respective cheating husbands.
The parties were always fun, with good food and a little alcohol. After the festivities had been going on a while and tongues got a little looser due the drink, the conversation turned to the "new neighbors", redhead Donna and her brunette stepdaughter Natalie. The pair had moved in next door to Amanda and Kaitlyn, and the latter had already had to knock on the door once to quiet down a backyard party hosted by the younger of the pair because it was keeping Kait's young son awake. Things hadn't gotten out of hand or even nasty that day, but they had gotten uncomfortable and some glances had been exchanged between the four women since.
"If those bitches want to make a thing of this," said 30-year-old Amanda, a 5'1", 120 pound brunette with a 34 D chest and a former high school athlete, "They aren't going to like what happens. We are the toughest bitches on this cul-de-sac..."
"They're both bigger than you two," said Mark with a smile. "But, I know you're a couple of scrappers. I'd favor the two of you. What do you think, babe? Who do you think is the toughest bitch on the cul-de-sac?"
"Well," Larissa said, looking at 28-year-old Kaitlyn, who was 5'2", 125 pounds, blonde, and with a fantastic freckled 34 C rack, "I don't know about a fight between any of those four. But. You have no idea how many fights we got into back in school. I could take any of the women here." The 35-year-old, 5'5", 135 pound Latina, who had 34 Bs and a perfect ass, smiled when she said it. But, everyone present knew she meant it.
Roy laughed immediately and looked at Vicki, a stunning blue-eyed 45-year-old blonde who could easily pass for 30. She was 5'7", 140 pounds and packed 36Ds. "What do you think, Vic?"
Vicki smiled, "Well. I agree with Larissa..."
"You think she could take us?" Kait asked with a smile.
"No," Vicki said, with a gorgeous smile of her own. "I'm in better shape now than I was when I was 25, stronger, too. I think I can take any woman on this cul-de-sac."
"Don't you even look at me, Jeffrey," said Jessica, who was 35 years old. The beautiful black woman was 5'6", 130 pounds and wore a 36D bra. "You know we fought all the time back in the old neighborhood...real, nasty fights. I can get down and dirty with anyone. None of the girls around here could handle me."
Jeff laughed. "I knew that's what you were gonna say, Jess. "Seven women all think they're the toughest? What we need is a battle royal!"
"One problem with that," Mark laughed. "Seven is awfully small for a real battle royal..."
"Might not just be seven," Amanda said, sipping her wine. "You know Samantha would be in," the brunette continued, referring to a 5'1", 120 pound, 30-year-old brunette with 34 Ds. "Everybody knows about how she whipped her ex's new girl's ass after they got into it on the soccer field."
Kait nodded. "I'd bet that wasn't her first fight. Not the way she went after her."
"Know who I'd like to see in it?" Jeff responded. "That Sierra. She's a looker..."
"You," said Jessica elbowing her husband, "Are a dirty old man, Jeffrey! That girl can't be much more than 21..."
"She's exactly 21," Vicki said with a smile. Sierra was 5'7", 120 pounds, blonde with 34Bs and a fantastic ass. "They live next door to us, remember, her and her boyfriend? Her parents used to live there. Moved to the UK for her father's job. They took over the mortgage. She's really nice, but she has a temper. When he pisses her off, she lets him know it..."
"How about the MILF," Roy asked with a smile.
"I'm the MILF," Vicki shot back.
"Damn right you are," Roy responded. "But, I'm talking about Dana. That's what our son calls her anyway..."
Dana was 5'4", 125 pounds and, like Vicki, 45 years old. She was in great shape and looked much younger, with an ass to rival Sierra's a a nice 34 B rack.
"That boy had better stay away from the cougars. Or, I might have to kick her ass on general principals," Vicki said, smiling and sipping her beer.
"Well, not to sound like a dirty old man myself," Mark joined in, "But that Heather from up at the end of the road. I heard she and Natalie go way back. They went to high school together and got into it several times, according to the scuttlebutt." Heather and Natalie were both 5'6", 135 and 21 years old and wore 34 Ds.
"I only met Heather once," Amanda said. "But, I'm starting to like her already..."
"Your battle royal is starting to fill out, Jeffrey," Jessica teased. "Anyone else I can turn you on by beating up?"
"Gina," Jeff said with a laugh, referring to a 30-year-old, 5'5", 150 pound blonde who lived a few houses up on the other side of the street.
"Oh, I'd beat her ass for free," Jessica said with hard eyes. "You don't think I see the way she flaunts those boobs every time she sees you. I know she's a widow and all that, but she better be keeping away from my man..."
"If it makes you feel any better," Kait responded with a smile, "She shows 'em off to all the guys, and if I had DDDs like that, maybe I'd show them off, too."
"How about Lisa," Mark said, referring to a 5'4", 110 pound beauty with another great ass and 32Bs who lived near the cul-de-sac itself. "She makes gray hair look damn good."
"Watch it," said Larissa, "Or I'll rip every one of those gray hairs out of her head..."
"You know she's only 38?" Vicki asked.
"Really?" Amanda responded. "I'd have thought she was older."
"Nope," said Vicki. "We go to the same gym. Dana goes there, too. Lisa just had her 38th birthday. Said being prematurely gray runs in the family, and she has no intention of spending the rest of her life dying her hair."
"She might just need a wig if she's not careful," Larissa said.
"You know who would be up for it," Jessica asked. "Gabrielle!"
"Since she kicked her husband's ass out," Jeff said, referring to the 5'7", 150, 28-year-old pound black woman with 36Ds, "She's been spoiling for a fight with somebody."
"I've only known her since she moved in three years ago," Jessica said, "But, I can tell you she's sweet, but you don't want to take her there, as that no-good James found out."
"What's that, 12?" Jeffrey said. "You got a battle royal with 12!"
"It's actually 14," Kait said with a laugh. "But, we'll call that 'math you do while you drink beer'."
Everyone had a laugh and the subject changed. But, it would be revisited.
