Rivals by Chance Part 7

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Rivals by Chance Part 7

Kat still couldn't pull herself together.

Even after beating Mel. Even after the photos of the "Mirror Massacre" spread through the entire school and the former mistress's reputation collapsed in a single day. On the outside it looked like she had won. Inside there was only emptiness. The same cold emptiness Mel had left when she sat on her face and made her lick her defeat. Kat moved through the apartment quietly, barely spoke, stared at one point. The wild, bold, self-confident Kat that Ann had fallen in love with seemed to have hidden somewhere deep inside and refused to come out.

Ann saw it every day. And every day she grew angrier -- not at Kat, but at the one who had broken her. She tried talking, hugging, kissing. Kat responded softly, almost gratefully, but remained closed off inside. Ann understood: words wouldn't break through. Everything between them had started with a fight. With rage, with blood, with the desire to win. That was the only way to bring that Kat back.

She prepared for several days. She found a place far outside the city -- a small lake hidden among willows and dense reeds. Hot during the day, quiet and silver with moonlight at night. And right next to the shore was a natural depression in the ground, about three by three meters. Soft, warm mud that smelled of river clay and grass. No deeper than ten centimeters. The perfect arena.

One evening Ann showed up at Kat's place with a black blindfold in her hand.

"Trust me," she said simply. "And don't take it off until I tell you."

Kat resisted at first, then sighed and let her tie the blindfold. An hour of silent driving. Only the whisper of tires and heavy breathing. When the car stopped and the blindfold fell away, Kat blinked against the bright moonlight.

In front of them lay a small lake -- a black mirror cut by a silver path of moonlight. Willows leaned low over the water, reeds rustled softly. A little to the side was that same depression filled with even, warm mud.

"What the hell is this, Ann?" Kat asked quietly.

Ann was already pulling two pieces of fabric from her bag -- leopard-print, rough, looking like animal skins.

"Tonight we're going to be primitive," she said with a serious face, though the corners of her mouth were treacherously twitching. "No mirrors, no ballet barres, no schools. Just mud and the will to win. I want you to throw away everything that's piled up. I want you to become that bitch I fell in love with again."

Kat looked at the "skins," then at Ann, and for the first time in two weeks she truly smirked.

"Are you serious? We're going to run around naked in leopard rags like some cheap cavewoman movie?"

"Dead serious," Ann nodded and was already pulling off her T-shirt. "Strip. Or I'll strip you myself. And I won't promise to be gentle."

They undressed completely under the moon. Kat was still snorting, but her eyes were already shining. The leopard loincloths turned out to be ridiculously small -- barely covering the essentials and threatening to slide off with every movement. Ann tied hers at the back and deliberately turned so Kat could appreciate the view.

"Well? How do I look? Sexy cavewoman?"

"You look like a girl who stole a tablecloth from her grandma," Kat answered, but her voice was already trembling with laughter and something hotter.

They stepped into the mud barefoot. Warm and soft, it immediately coated their feet and rose to their ankles. It smelled of earth after rain and river clay. No stench, no filth -- just a dense, slippery mass that made every movement heavy and real.

Ann stopped opposite her, crouching low, hands ready.

"No mercy, Kat. I won't go easy on you. I want to feel you start fighting for real again."

Kat spat to the side and crouched as well. The loincloth slipped a little on her hip.

"Then watch yourself, bitch. I'll put you face-down in this mud."

They collided without a run-up -- hard, rough, full-body right away. Kat tried to grab her around the waist and take her down; Ann twisted free, drove a palm into her collarbone and immediately went for a hold. Mud flew in every direction. They rolled, slid, dug their fingers into shoulders, thighs, hair. The loincloths very quickly ended up somewhere off to the side -- first one, then the other. Naked bodies slapped against each other with wet sounds; mud smeared across breasts, stomachs, backs.

Ann gave her not a second of rest. Every time Kat tried to use her ballet flexibility, Ann found an angle to roll her back over. They breathed roughly, swore through their teeth, bit when hands slipped. Mud crawled between their thighs, making every movement even more slippery and intimate. At one point Kat ended up on top, pinned Ann's shoulder blades into the soft sludge and hissed:

"Admit I'm stronger."

Ann only bared her teeth, sharply arched her back and with one motion of her hips flipped them again. Now she was the one sitting on top, knees sunk deep in the mud, hands holding Kat's wrists above her head.

"Never," she breathed right against her lips. "You're still not the one I want to see."

They fought for a long time. Until their muscles shook, until complete exhaustion. Until they finally collapsed onto their backs side by side, breathing heavily and staring at the moon. Mud covered them from head to toe in a thick black crust.

"Draw..." Kat rasped.

"Draw," Ann agreed.

They just lay there for several minutes. Then Ann was the first to get up and pull Kat by the hand toward the lake.

The water turned out to be warm, almost like milk. They walked in slowly, washing off the mud. Hands slid over bodies, rinsing away the black streaks, revealing clean skin, bruises, scratches. When the mud was completely gone they stood waist-deep in the water, very close. The moon lit their wet shoulders, the droplets on their breasts, the wet hair stuck to their cheeks.

Kat was the first to lean forward and kiss her. Hard, hungry, the same way she had fought a minute ago. Ann answered the same way -- crushed their mouths together, wrapped her arms around her waist, pulled her closer. Their wet bodies pressed fully against each other. Breasts, stomachs, thighs. The kiss grew deeper, tongues tangled, hands slid lower.

They climbed out onto the shore without breaking the embrace. The sand was cool and soft. Kat pushed Ann onto her back and immediately covered her. She kissed her neck, collarbones, moved lower, leaving wet trails. Ann moaned through her teeth, dug her fingers into Kat's wet hair, guided her. When Kat's mouth reached the most sensitive place, Ann arched sharply and cursed quietly.

"Fuck... don't stop..."

Kat didn't stop. She licked, sucked, slid her fingers inside until Ann trembled all over and came with a low, drawn-out moan. Without letting go, Kat rose higher and sat on Ann's hips, pressing her wet sex against her stomach.

"Your turn," she said hoarsely.

Ann flipped her in one motion. Now she was on top. She kissed hard, bit her lips, moved down her body. Her tongue traced over a breast, across the stomach, stopped between her legs. Kat spread her thighs wider, dug her fingers into the sand. Ann knew her body too well -- where harder, where softer, where she could nibble a little. Kat came quickly, breaking into a stifled cry, her hips shaking.

They didn't stop. They kissed again, tangled their legs, pressed their clits together and began to move. Slowly at first, then faster, harder. Hands squeezed breasts, thighs, asses. The mud was already washed away, but sweat gleamed on their skin again. They came almost at the same time -- loudly, without holding back, clinging to each other hard enough to hurt.

Afterwards they lay on the sand for a long time, breathing heavily, fingers intertwined. The moon stood high. Somewhere in the reeds water quietly lapped.

"You're back," Ann said softly, tracing her fingers along Kat's cheek. "The real one."

Kat turned her head and for the first time in a long while smiled for real -- wide, bold, with the old spark in her eyes.

"And you're still just as crazy. Arranged a primitive mud orgy for me so I'd come back to myself."

"It worked, didn't it?" Ann smirked and pulled her closer. "And don't think this is the end. I'm not finished bringing you back yet."

Kat silently buried her face in her neck and quietly laughed. The laugh came out alive, real. Exactly the one Ann had been waiting for so long.You cannot view this attachment.

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Ann nodded and was already pulling off her T-shirt. "Strip. Or I'll strip you myself. And I won't promise to be gentle."

They undressed completely under the moon. Kat was still snorting, but her eyes were already shining. The leopard loincloths turned out to be ridiculously small -- barely covering the essentials and threatening to slide off with every movement. Ann tied hers at the back and deliberately turned so Kat could appreciate the view.

Great story. I would have preferred they rip the clothes off each other, but that's just my fetish. 

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