Below is a catfight story. This one has been laying around for decades and is done at last. It is relatively mild so most should be able to read it in relative comfort.
Enjoy,
-halhow3
DARK URGES
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By: howhal3
Date: October 2, 2025
...A Difficult Life...
Everyone knows its hard to be a woman and fat. But few know that it's hard to be a woman and be thin. Really thin. Too thin.
Laura knew this truth through bitter experience. It had started during her childhood with taunts like "Olive Oil" and "String Bean". From her parent's constantly urging her to "Eat, Eat" and from their hushed conversations late at night when they thought she was asleep.
In high school, when her friends were trying to lose weight, they hated her. When the other girls started attracting looks from the boys, Laura was invisible.
Many who met Laura, thought she suffered from an eating disorder, but this simply wasn't true. She ate as much as anyone often more. But her high-strung metabolism simply refused to gain weight.
Over time, Laura, grew into a slim and attractive woman. The boys who had once called her names, now eagerly sought the attention of this tall, black-haired beauty with the narrow waist and the "oh so long" legs. While the taunts of the boys turned to adoration. The reactions of the girls changed first to silence and then hateful jealousy.
And that led to ....Trouble.
For all of her fragile build, Laura, was not a meek or submissive girl. She was fiery and competitive and not the type to back down at all. It was her attractive looks and her strong nature that eventually led to many, many girl fights.
They started when she was in junior high. Girls jealous of the attention she received would confront her, often behind the gym where they all went to smoke cigarettes and flirt with the boys. Other fights happened on the spot. Rolling over and over in the the dirt, skirts hiked up around their waists as they slapped, pulled hair and struggled to mount each other.
Others occurred later, a showdown in some vacant lot halfway between home and the bus stop. A few even occurred at night. Slumber parties arranged at a mutual friend's house often fighting each other in panties... or less.
These struggles were the most furious and intense, their nude bodies pressed against each other as they battled on the carpet of some basement floor, surrounded by a silent circle of staring teen-aged girls. Their friends watching as two of their number fought for physical and sexual supremacy, each against the other.
No matter where the fight occurred though, they all had one thing in common. Laura always lost. It wasn't that she wasn't a fighter, she was. It wasn't that she lacked a competitive spirit. In her heart she was a tigress. The problem was that the other girl was always bigger. Always bigger.
No matter how hard Laura fought it allows ended with her flat on her back, the other girl triumphantly sitting astride her, staring down mockingly into her tear stained face. Sometimes that was the end. Other times, particularly at the slumber parties, it got worse. At the quiet urging of the other girls, the victor would slowly force her sweating, moist vagina, directly into Laura's face, hot and smothering, until Laura was forced to lick her rival's snatch or smother. Much to Laura's complete and utter humiliation.
Many nights Laura lay crying in her room. Her parents unaware, and she unable to approach them to speak of her shame and degradation. Even as she cried into her pillow, her fists knotted hard into the sheets, she would swear to herself that one day she would find a girl her own size and that it would be the other girl who learned what it felt like to be completed humiliated and dominated.
But that fight never came while Laura was in school though many others did, all with the same bad ending. That fight with another thin girl never came when Laura attended community college, but she did meet a boy and fall in Love.
In time they were married and she bore two children. Now in her late-twenties, Laura had settled into the blissful if dull routine of wife and mother. She thought the dark urges of her adolescent were behind her. But she was wrong...
...An Odd Conversation...
It was dinner time in the Patterson household and Laura hustled the children to their seats as Ed sat at the head of the table flipping through the evening newspaper. Two year old Joey was flushed from running in the back yard and his six year old sister, Susie, couldn't stop talking about her morning trip to the mall with granny.
At 28, Laura Patterson was a tall, slim beauty with straight, should length, black hair, and startling blue eyes. Even after having two children, she was thin nearly to the point of being gaunt, but had an energy that blended grace and sensuality into every motion.
With the children finally gathered around the table, Laura spooned out dinner, making sure the children got a healthy dose of vegetables along with the lasagna they craved. With a tired shrug Ed folded the paper and put it aside as Susie, stimulated by her captive audience, launched again into a long tale of her morning adventures.
Ed looked over at his wife with a tired and silent plea for mercy, but she just shrugged her shoulders and smiled. 'Children will be children', she thought.
Conversation passed back and forth a while with Susie providing most of the chatter when suddenly, she made a comment which caught Laura's attention.
"After we left the fabric store, granny and I went to lunch at Grande Taco. I had nachos and soda while granny got a burrito with that yucky green stuff smeared all on the top. And guess what! While we were there we saw a woman as tall and skinny as mommy!”
Ed glanced over at his wife and said, "Now Susie, don't tease your mother about her weight. Some people are fat and some are thin and that's simply the way it is. It's not nice to make comments like that about them."
"I'm not", Susie exclaimed, her voice child-like and exasperated, "I'm just saying that she was tall and thin like mamma, that's all. She had long brown hair, all bundled up under a baseball cap. So much hair that the hat wouldn't even sit right on her head."
After her final comment, Susie lapsed in a short, pouting silence. But when Laura heard the comment about the "thin woman" at the restaurant, she felt a little twinge deep inside of herself followed by a dull flush of excitement. The conversation soon turned to other matters, but Laura kept returning to that phrase in her mind, 'A woman as tall and skinny as mommy'. The memories of her high school angst came flooding back again, resurrected from some deep, dark, pool of her subconscious, surfacing again, summoned by Susie's innocent remark.
That evening, after the children were put to bed, she and Ed made love. Later, as her husband lay snoring by her side, Laura lay awake in the darkness, staring at the ceiling as her mind drifted back to 'the thin woman' at the taco shop. Under the covers, her slim right hand, slipped lower and lower, almost as if by a mind of its own. Her delicate middle finger began to make slow, light circles over the hard little button of her clitoris. Faster and faster the finger stroked in maddening little circles. Laura imagined herself rolling on the ground with the 'thin woman', pulling her long brown hair, tearing at her clothing. Laura's breath clenched hard and then released in one long slow, almost silent, moan. As sleep fell over her, the 'thin woman' was still on Laura's mind.
...Lunch Trip...
The next morning, Ed was off for work early and Laura drove the children over to a friend's house to play. After a quick stop at the mall to pick up some thread, it was almost lunch time. Laura decided to make a quick stop at Grande Taco for a bite to eat. She told herself that she was just hungry, but in the back of her mind, she half-hoped that the 'thin woman' was there. Susie's comments had stirred in her a curiosity that had to be satisfied.
Parking her Honda Civic, Laura got out and pushed her way though the double set of glass doors to find about half a dozen people standing in front of her at the counter. Taking her place in line, she slipped off her sunglasses and placed them in her purse while looking around nervously. There were three employees behind the counter, a paunchy balding man taking orders, a freckle-faced teenage boy with bad teeth, and a plump middle-aged black woman. There was no tall, 'thin woman' to be found. Laura slowly let out her breath in a combination of relief and disappointment.
As Laura looked over the board, she silently asked herself what had she expected. 'Suppose the thin woman had been here', she thought to herself, 'So what?' Was she going to pick a fight with a complete stranger? Was every skinny girl in the world yearning for a catfight with another of just her size? Would they duel naked on the restaurant floor with cheese guns, while the rest of the customers and staff cheered them on? That last thought brought a brief smile to her lips and dispelled the dark mood that had previously occupied her mind.
The line slowly moved forward and Laura scanned the board before picking out something she might like. As she moved up to the counter a female voice asked what she wanted. A new cashier had come out to help with the lunchtime crowd. Half distracted, Laura glanced up to place her order and froze!
Standing across the counter from her was the woman her daughter had described. Tall and willow thin, her skin was pale and milky white with just a hint of freckles. Her hair was twisted and piled high on her head and stuffed under her cap. It had a rich auburn sheen to it that far exceeded Susie's simple description of brown. Her face was narrow, with high cheekbones, hazel colored eyes and thin lips.
When their eyes met, it was ELECTRIC and to Laura the world seemed to suddenly shrink away until nothing. There was nothing left but her blue eyes gazing deeply into the hazel orbs of this pale stranger across the counter.
How long 'the moment' lasted, neither could later say, but the girl behind the counter, eventually seemed to shake it off and say something. Startled out of her daze, Laura missed it and said, "What was that", perhaps just a little sharply?
"I said", the girl behind the counter repeated with a little impatience in her voice, "Would you like to place your order.....Ms?".
"Oh", Laura, replied recovering her composure. "Yes, give me the number 3 special and make that a Diet Coke".
"A Diet Coke", the girl asked, with a little smirk on her face?
"Yes that's right a Diet Coke", Laura replied a little defensively. "I just like the taste is there anything wrong with that?"
The girl ignored the question and rang up her order. Laura paid, and received her change and receipt. Their hands touched briefly and Laura feel a small chill race through her body and then it was over and she was moving away, placing her change back into her purse.
As she waited for her order to come up, she couldn't help but continue to sneak small peeks at the girl working the register. Occasionally she caught the girl looking back. Taking her order, Laura moved to a table, carefully picking one that gave her a view of the register.
As she nibbled at her lunch, Laura continued to gaze in fascination at the girl on the other side of the room. She was perfect in some many ways. She appeared to be in her early to mid-twenties, about the same height and had the same slim build as herself. She even seemed a little bitchy and that would make it easier to want to fight her. 'No guilt', Laura thought to herself. If the two were around each other long, Laura was certain that it would come to trouble.
The lunch crowd was starting to clear and the thin woman closed out her register. She moved randomly behind the counter occasionally making up an order or wiping something down with a damp cloth. Sometimes she would pause in her work and stare across the room at Laura, her body held in a rigid posture that almost appeared challenging. Whenever this happened Laura could feel her heart skip a beat and she found herself sitting up a little straighter, her head held high her own eyes half closed and vaguely threatening.
Eventually the girl vanished into the back and Laura found herself slowly relaxing, the tension draining from her. Laura was somewhat shocked by her own very physical reaction to this other woman. It was strange how this brief encounter had brought up desires and memories that Laura thought were long past.
Glancing down at her watch, Laura was surprised to see that an hour had passed. Standing up slowly, she emptied her tray and began to move toward the door. The confrontation, if in fact there had been one anywhere but inside of her own mind, was over. Laura wanted time to analyze these strange and powerful emotions welling up in her mind.
She pushed through the first set of glass doors and was standing in the narrow entryway reaching for the outside doors when a high pitched nasal voice said, "Just who do you think you were looking at back there?"
...Unexpected Encounter...
Laura half jumped in surprise and turned to find the skinny brunette standing in the area between the inner and outer doors smoking a cigarette. She was leaning back against the narrow wall, her right hand resting on her hips while her left held the cigarette to her lips. She took another long slow drag on her cigarette then whispered, “I asked you a question? Are you deaf?”
"What was that", Laura replied, flustered by the suddenness of the encounter?
"You heard me", the brunette responded, a tinge of challenge in her voice. She took the cigarette from her mouth and replied, "I said why where you staring at me in there?”
Laura moved one hand to the handle of the outer doors and then froze, unable to push herself forward. She knew the smart thing to do would be to just walk away but deep inside of herself a darker urge was rising.
Giving into it at last, Laura dropped her hand from the door handle and took half a step toward the skinny brunette. "I don't know what you're talking about", she answered, her voice steady now, "But your tone sounds rude to me. Just what are you implying? Do you treat all the customers this way?"
"You're a liar", the brunette replied with a half sneer, "You couldn't take your eyes off of me in there. That's rude if you ask me. All I want to know is, what your problem is, that's all."
"Oh yeah", Laura answered, her blood starting to rise. "I think you had better watch who you're calling a liar. I don't know you and I don't want to know you, but I certainly don't have to take any SHIT off you. I don't have a problem, but maybe you do? Someone should teach you better manners."
"Is that so", the brunette replied? Dropping the cigarette, she snuffed it out with her shoe and then pushed off the wall, walking over until she was nearly nose to nose with Laura.
"My manners are just fine and I learned a long time ago not to stare at other people. If anyone around here needs a lesson in manners it's YOU!"
The narrow entry way suddenly felt close and hot, Laura blue eyes burned back into the hazel gaze of her rival. She opened her mouth to respond and then paused to wet her lips. Finally she said, "I was born right here in Texas and I know how to stand up for myself. If you think you're big enough to teach me a lesson, then I say, Bring it ON, Bitch!"
Taking a half step to her right, Laura moved closer until she and the brunette were shoulder to shoulder looking at each other with threatening intent.
They walked around each other once in a tight little circle right there in the narrow space between the inner and outer doors. The brunette whispered, "I was born here in Texas too, and I'm not afraid of a fight. Fortunately for you, the company has a policy against us beating the crap out of the customers, even when they really deserve it like you do.”
Laura's lips pulled back in an insulting smile and she replied, "I didn't think you'd have the Nerve you skinny little chicken shit!"
Turning Laura reached for the door handle when the brunette's next works surprised her.
"Of course, I'm off work after 10 tonight and I can do what I like on my own time. Why don't you come back then? That is if you're woman enough."
As Laura turned back, all she saw was the brunette's back as she vanished into the restaurant.
Making her way out into the parking lot, Laura climbed back into her car. Turning the AC on max. she just sat there a moment shivering. 'Fear, anger, stress?' She wasn't sure why. Eventually she started the car and began the long drive home , but she already knew that she would be back that evening.
As stupid and foolish as it seemed, she knew she would return to confront her new rival. She knew that she wouldn't be able to rest until she and this arrogant girl had finally locked up woman to woman. Laura knew she needed this. She also knew from the minute when their eye's first met, that the brunette wanted and needed this fight every bit as much as she did.
…Later That Night...
The rest of the day passed in a daze for Laura. She picked the kids up at 3PM, Ed came stumbling through the door around 7, dead tired from another hard day at work. Dinner was unusually quiet that evening. Around 8:30, Laura put the children to bed and then went to the bedroom to change. Rooting through the close, she pulled out an old pair of jeans, and slipped them on over black panties. A dresser draw revealed a T-shirt too ragged to use for much else, so she slipped that on as well.
'No use wearing your best outfit to a catfight', she mused. Slipping on some old sneakers over her bare feet, her outfit was complete. Quietly, she made her way back out to the den.
"Going out", Ed asked as she wandered into the room? “It's kind of late?"
"I know", she replied, “But I have a few things left to take care of before I can consider my day over.”
"OK", he responded, as he turned back to the newspaper, looking up only briefly as she bend over to give him a quick kiss.
Stepping outside, she climbed into her car and began the drive back uptown. As the darkness slid by on either side of her vehicle, she couldn't quite suppress a shiver of excitement and anticipation as she drove back to the restaurant and her upcoming confrontation. It had been at least eight years since the Laura had gotten into another woman's hair.
Reaching the restaurant a little before 10 PM, she pulled into the parking lot. The main lobby was already closed, the doors locked and the front lights dimmed. But a handful of cars remained parked in back and she could see people moving dimly behind the thick glass windows.
Driving to the back corner of the parking lot, she parked near the employee vehicles and unlocked her seat belt. Turning, she slide across the front seat until she could put her feet up and rest with her back against the passenger door. Cracking the window behind her slightly, she could feel the cool night air blowing gently in as she steeled herself to patience, waiting for her enemy to arrive.
Time seemed to crawl by as she fidgeted in the seat. The first person out the door was the balding man, then the freckle faced boy was not far behind him. Each simply walked to their own car and drove away, never sparing even a glance Laura's direction.
Just when she thought she couldn't stand it anymore, the back door opened and a thin, but familiar figure walked out. Sliding quickly across the seat, Laura opened the driver's door and got out. Her heart beat like a hammer as she strolled to the back of the car and leaned causally against trunk, hands on hips as she waited for the thin woman to draw closer.
...Confrontation...
The auburn-haired brunette was halfway to her car when she noticed Laura leaning against the car. She froze for a second then began to slowly walk closer her hips swaying in an exaggerated almost taunting manner.
Stopping a few feet away, the brunette said, "Look who's back. I didn't expect to see you again. Ever!”
Pushing off the car, Laura took a few steps toward her and replied, "Just goes to show what you know. Not much I guess huh?"
The brunette stepped closer as well and soon they were almost on top of each other, their movements, stiff and jerky, their eyes locked on each other. The brunette smiled coldly and said, "I figured a skinny chick like you was all mouth and no guts. I guess you're even dumber than I thought you were. Wow that is hard to imagine!"
"Oh yeah", Laura hissed, really beginning to get into the mood for this now, "Well I'm someone that doesn't take any shit off of anyone, especially a stick-girl like you."
"Fuck you", the brunette cried, really getting hurt and angry now. "I don't have to take that off a skinny bag of bones like you. You can just go FUCK yourself, I'm sure no man would want too."
"Oh yeah", Laura snapped, "Well what are you going to do about it? Cry and run home to your mother?”
The two women were circling now, their shoulders bumping as they exchanged glares. Going around and around in the dim light of the parking lot.
"Are you looking for a fight", the brunette snarled back? "Because if you are, I'll give your skinny ass a good beating!”
"Yes, I'm looking for a fight are you", Laura replied angrily?
"Fine", the brunette replied, "just remember later that you asked for it." Glancing over at her car, she said, "just one minute", and then strolled over to the old Ford. Opening the door, the brunette tossed her cap inside. Reaching up, she loosened her hair and with a shake of her head sent her long hair tumbling down her back in a cascade of reddish brown fire.
Closing the car door, she stepped closer to Laura again and looked her carefully in the eyes for a moment before saying, "Follow me”. Then she turned and stepped pass the cars and out of the parking lot, following a dim trail into the woods behind the restaurant.
Laura quickly followed and found herself, dodging low hanging limbs on young, slash pines as she followed the brunette down the winding path through the trees. They had only gone about 10 yards into the wooded lot when the path opened onto a small grassy meadow. The grassy area was roughly 15 paces across and dimly lit by the nearly full moon shining down into the gap above the trees.
"How did you know about this place", Laura asked?
"Some of the teenagers in the restaurant come out here to drink beer or smoke", the brunette replied. “No one will find us here tonight though.”
Her heart beating fast, Laura took a step closer and said, "So? Are we going to fight or are you going to just stand there staring."
"I'll fight you", the brunette replied while taking a half step back. “But I have to take my uniform off. The company will charge me for it if it get ripped. I can't go just spending money left and right because you need a Lesson.”
Laura took another step toward her and replied, "OK so take it off."
"You too", the brunette replied, retreating to the edge of the trees.
"What's that", Laura replied, puzzled?
"Take your shirt and pants off", the brunette said.
"I'm not taking my clothes off for you", Laura replied indignantly.
"Then the fights off. I'm not fighting you half naked while you're still dressed up. That's not fair.”
"Fuck you", Laura hissed. After a second she calmed a bit and said, "OK if that's the way you want it fine." Moving to the far side of the clearing, she placed one hand on a tree trunk to steady herself as she reached down and slipped off her shoes. After loosening her belt, Laura slipped out of her jeans, kicking them to one side.
Across the clearing the brunette watched her a moment then removed her shoes and socks along with her work shirt then her trousers. Standing now in the moonlight, dressed in nothing but beige panties and bra, her milky white skin seemed almost to glow in the moonlight. Her hair was like a reddish brown waterfall dropping down her back and below her hips.
As Laura pulled her shirt off over her head, she remembered something and quickly turned away facing the trees. She looked back over her shoulder at the now barely dressed brunette and said, "You have to take off your bra."
"What", the brunette replied? “The Hell I do! What is this some kind of lezzy thing for you?”
"No", Laura replied angrily. “I just didn't wear a bra and I'm not going to fight you if you're wearing bra and I'm not. No one told me this was going to turn into some kind of strip show."
The brunette laughed and said, "What a slut! You call me names and then you aren't even half dressed."
"Fuck you!", Laura replied, "This undressing thing was your idea in the first place. Lose your bra or forget about it. That is, if you're not afraid to bare those bumps you're calling breasts."
"cxnt", the brunette snarled, "I may not have much, but I've got twice what you have up top."
"Oh yeah", Laura replied, turning to face her with one arm draped across her chest? “Prove it."
With a gasp of frustration, the brunette reached behind her back and popped the clasp of her bra. Bring her hands to the front again, she slipped the straps off of her shoulders and pulled the bra down her arms and off, exposing her small firm breasts as she dropped it to the grass.
Laura, let her arm dropped, exposing her own small, puckered boobs and the two women took a couple of steps closer to each other, staring at each other's bosoms in the moonlight.
"You've got even less than I thought up top you flat-chested little tramp", Laura taunted as they circled each other staring.
"More than those mosquito bites you call breasts you dyke bitch”, the brunette replied.
"I'm not a dyke and if I were I could certainly do better than a tit-less little big mouth like you."
"A shame you're tits aren't as big as your mouth", the brunette replied as she stepped closer.
“Bigger than yours”, Laura replied just before the two women stepped into each other, chest to chest and bare breasts on bare breasts.
...Woman to Woman...
Laura could feel the warmth of the brunette's boobs pushing on her own. Small firm breasts ...pushing ...pushing... into small firm breasts. Laura's nipples began to stiffen at once, but she could feel the nipples of her rival starting to rise as well. The two women continuing to PUSH into each other as they got face to face, almost nose to nose.
This late at night the only sounds in the wooded clearing were the chirping of the crickets and the sound of their breath as the two women continued to ...push... into each other and circle. Laura could feel her heart thundering in her chest, her breathing fast, she so wanted to FIGHT! Around and around they went in their bare feet. Laura could feel the brunette rubbing her breasts into her own, so she shifted her shoulders making her boobs fight back.
Laura had not intended to breast fight this woman. Laura had never fought a girl with breasts as small as her own before. The more she felt the brunette rubbing her breasts into her own, the more Laura wanted to shove and push her tits into those of the brunette. Willing them to Fight!
Soon nipples were stiff and slashing at each other, then jabbing deep into small soft breasts. Laura could not tell what the brunette was thinking. Since they came into contact, body to body, neither woman had said a word.
The boob pushing continued and soon body melded more into body. Laura was surprised when she felt the brunette's tummy pushing on her. While very thin, the auburn-haired girl had a puffy little belly. Laura did as well. After a moment Laura realized what that meant and said, “Had kids huh?”
The brunette replied, “One. You?”
“Two.”
After that the pushing continued as breasts flattened on breasts, tummy pushed on tummy and eventually the front of Laura's panties came into ...contact... with the front of the brunettes panties. The pushing and circling meant mound rubbed on mound and Laura could feel a TINGLE ripple through herself. A combination of anger and excitement.
Bringing her right hand up, Laura sent a short SLAP to the brunette's face.
The brunette's head rocked to the side then she turned back and hissed, “Bitch.”
The brunette pushed her right hand into Laura's face, shoving her back, then stepped close again, breasts swaying as she grabbed for Laura's hair.
Laura grabbed for her hair and the two half-naked women COLLIDED, breasts on breasts, body to body as they clutched at each other. The catfight was ON!
Laura's scalp was quickly on FIRE, but she pulled and pulled at the long, brown tresses of her rival, while curling her fingers, using her nails to prick at the other woman's scalp. Both women had pale skin and their skin seemed to almost glow as they jerked and pulled each other around the grassy clearing under the moonlight. Swaying side to side, kicking at each other, twisting each other around.
It was only a matter of time, before long, bare legs hooked behind long bare legs and the two women tumbled to the grass, still tangled in each others arms. Down in the grass, they began to roll over and over, until suddenly Laura found herself on Top!
'I'm on top', Laura thought to herself. She was elated. She had never been on top of another woman in a fight before. Not ever.
“Get off”, me the brunette moaned.
“Never”, Laura replied, “never.”
The skinny brunette twisted and squirmed under her. Laura loved every minute of that. He lay completely on top of her rival, breasts rubbing breasts, tummy on tummy, the fronts of their panties pressed and grinding.
The brunette struggled beneath her, both of them breathing hard and starting to sweat. The brunette's left leg was soon curled tightly around Laura's right leg, skin rubbing on skin as the brown-haired girl pushed at the grass with her right foot. Slipping one hand from Laura's hair, she reached down and started jerking on Laura's panties, trying to use them for leverage.
“Stop That”, Laura hissed, but the brunette rolled Laura over and off, while ripping her panties away.
Naked, Laura soon found herself on her back the skinny brown-haired girl on top of her. Laura bucked and squirmed under the other woman, rocking side to side. “No fair”, she panted then reached up and was soon pulling on the other girl's panties.
“No! Stop”, the brunette snarled but it did no good. Laura torn her panties off and tossed them away, leaving both of them naked. Laura could feel the thin, wiry body of her rival on top of her, pressing down, pushing into her, trying to hold her in place.
Laura's right right leg tightened around the brunette's left. Rocking side to side, Laura finally manage to roll her rival onto her left side as Laura rolled to her right. For a while the two women twisted and struggled, pushed body into body and tugged on hair. Each wanted the other on her back, so their long legs wrapped around each others bodies, their arms curled around pale backs, hands in hair.
Laura was furious of course and fighting, but also inwardly Delighted. She had never been in such an even contest before and was surprised at how badly she wanted to fight this other woman. As for the brunette for all her moans and grunts she showed no sign of wanting to stop. Not the slightest hint at all.
The fight continued, naked in the grass, under the moonlight in the little clearing in the woods. The pace quickly slowed down as each woman's body was tightly tangled with that of her rival and every move was contested bitterly in the womanly nude clench. As they fought each other, mom belly was pressed flat to mom belly and mound was fully on mound. Each shift, each twist, each wiggle, rubbing their vaginas into each other.
The forced erotic sensations played a counterpoint to the pulling of hair, the thrusting of bodies and the twisting of long bare limbs. Suddenly Laura felt teeth on her left shoulder and realized the brunette was biting her. She opened her mouth to protest then realized she wanted to bite too. Leaning in she quickly bit into the brunette's bare left shoulder, bringing a forced moan from her rival's lips. Laura freed her right hand from the brunette's hair and dragged her nails lightly down a pale, sweaty back. The brunette arched her body, pushing her breasts, her nipples deeper into those of Laura then Laura felt her rivals nails scratch across the backs of her shoulders.
In the woman ball the fight quickly turned in a contest of small bites, light scratching and vicious jerks at each others hair. All the time their bodies were rocking and squirm, pushing into each other as bare breasts fought with bare breasts and vagina dueled vagina. Neither said a word, choosing to remain silent on the sexual aspect of the evolving struggle, despite each participating in it more and more deliberately.
In this tiny clearing in the middle of the night, there was no one to discover them. No one to stop them. It was woman against woman. The struggle turned into a squirming, straining ball of flesh, one naked female against another. Strands of hair were pulled right out and soon littered the grass around the two battling women. Small pale breasts thrust into small pale breasts again and again as nipples dueled nipples.
Vaginas ground deeply into each other, valley into valley, lips spreading lips. Laura's body was a tingling mixture of Pain and Pleasure. She ...tugged.. tugged... at her rival's hair, could feel her rival pulling hair right back. With no one to separate them, there would be a winner, it was just a matter of time.
The rocking of hips grew more and more intense, womanhood dueling with womanhood. Neither said a word about what as happening between their hips. Laura could feel the other woman breathing faster and faster then suddenly her body stiffened. The brunette gave a coughing, stifled moan. It took Laura a moment to realize her enemy was Cumming....
Recognizing her chance, Laura forced the struggling pale woman on her back and quickly straddled her, one skinny mom on top of another. She quickly grabbed the other woman's wrists and pinned them down then slipped forward, soon she was sitting on the other woman's tits, arms pinned under knees. Laura stared down at her, the woman's face trapped between Laura's pale thighs. 'Oh my god! Oh my god! I have her', Laura thought to herself.
The brown-haired woman looked up at her and whispered, “Get off”, in a half-offended tone.
“Not on your Life”, Laura laughed. “You look really good on your back.”
At this remark the other woman squirmed and struggled but couldn't push Laura off. Soon she was exhausted again, having already been pushed into sexual release, her body spent. Laura watched her, her own heart on FIRE.
'Beat her', she thought to herself. 'I beat this cxnt. I Won!' But then she wondered, 'What now?'
She was very aroused. Her thoughts went back to those slumber parties long ago and she started to ...slip forward....
“Hey! Hey! What are you doing”, the brunette asked in alarm?
“You know”, Laura whispered. “There is a price for losing.”
At this the brown-haired woman struggled even more vigorously but was soon spent. Laura slipped forward, pushing her bush into the other woman's face. “Lick it”, she whispered, “And don't bite or you are Dead!”
She waited and for a moment Laura thought the other woman wouldn't give in but then she suddenly felt the silky ...touch... of her small, pink tongue. The tongue traced Laura's vagina ...probed.. ...explored. Laura was already super excited, it didn't take long for her to …. Cummmmm... and …. Cummmmmm.
Exhausted but elated and satisfied, Laura sat on her victim a little longer then rose to her feet. She felt exhausted but Happy. A long suffering itch had finally been Scratched. Her defeated rival, rolled onto her left side and covered her face. She wouldn't even look at Laura. Laura LOVED it!
Strolling across the clearing, Laura slipped into her clothes. Her body ached. It had been a long time since she strained as much as she did tonight, but she didn't care. Every bruise and every ache tomorrow was worth the Victory.
Taking one last glance at her rival, she turned and started walking back to her car.
...Parking Lot Conversation....
Laura made it down the path and back to her car. She was just opening the door when she heard a voice, calling, “Wait! Wait!”
Turning she was surprised to see the brown-haired woman come running from the woods. She had her pants on but was clutching her other clothing to her bosom, trying to cover her small breasts. She was still barefoot. “Wait you can't just leave. Stop!”
Laura leaned on her car and said, “Why can't I just leave? What do you want?”
Reaching the car the brown-haired girl was breathing hard then said, “You have to give me your phone number.”
Laura looked puzzled then said, “Why would I do that?”
The brown-haired girls lips tightened then she said, “So I can call you for a rematch.”
Laura stared at her a moment feeling a tingle again. “Fine”, Laura replied but you give me your number too. Its only fair.” Pausing she said, “My name is Laura. What's yours.”
The other woman replied, “Tina. Let me get my phone.” Going to her car she returned with her phone and the two women exchanged numbers.
Laura then got into her car and drove home. When she got home, she took a long hot bath then slipped into bed with her husband. The next morning, they made long slow Love before he left for work. Ed was surprised and very pleased. He didn't even notice the scratches and bruises.
...The Call...
A couple of weeks passed and Life went on. Susie was in a school play. Ed went on a business trip and returned. The holidays were coming up and there was much to plan for.
Laura thought often about the fight behind Grande Taco. And when she did, she never failed to get herself off. She really didn't believe the other woman would ever call. But in that she was wrong.
One morning her phone rang. When she answered the voice on the line said, “This is Tina. You remember? From Grande Taco?”
Laura's heart was suddenly in her mouth but she answered, “Oh yes. I remember that. What's up?”
Tina said, “I would like to come visit if you know what I mean?”
Laura replied, “I know. I am home alone this morning if you have time”, then she gave Tina the address.
The doorbell rang a half hour later and when Laura opened the door, Tina was standing there. This morning she was in a white tank top and faded jeans. Flip flops on her feet. Her hair was down, Laura had to admit she looked pretty out of that stupid uniform, if a bit on the thin side.
Laura invited her in then asked, “Want coffee?”
Tina said, “You know what I want, but we can do coffee if you insist.”
Laura took her down to the basement playroom. A series of narrow windows near the ceiling giving the room some morning light. There was a TV on one wall, an old battered couch on another. A folded up ping-pong table pushed up against the far wall.
Tina glanced around then kicked off her flip-flops and said, “Its perfect.” Glancing at Laura she said, “No reason to be formal right?”
Not quite sure what she meant, Laura shook her head no and even as she watched, Tina reached down and pulled off her tank top, exposing her bare breasts. No bra today.
Laura was a little shocked but could feel her heart racing. She pulled off her own blouse. Tina was already wiggling out of her jeans and didn't stop when she got to her panties, soon she was naked.
Laura stripped nude as well and soon naked skinny mom faced naked skinny mom.
Tina stepped forward raising her hands. “Gonna whip your ass this time”, she whispered.
Stepping forward to meet her, Laura replied, “Want to see you try.”
Coming together they locked their hands together and thrust bare body into bare body the battle begun.
The next round in a secret, intimate feud... that would run on for ...years ...and ...years … to ...come. Each woman had finally found her perfect Rival...
-The End
