Elisha and Eliza had only been neighbors for a few days, but the tension seethed like cats in heat between them. It was for no other reason besides jealousy. The gorgeous blonde was uncomfortable with the beautiful brunette around, and the beautiful brunette was uncomfortable with the gorgeous blonde around. They threatened each others territory and a pecking order needed to be established.
Dushku slammed her book down, threw the covers off and chugged the last bit of wine from the bottle she'd opened barely 20 minutes earlier. She tip toed bare foot across the cold sidewalk, goosebumps riding up and down her silk skin. The only thing covering her flawless, naked body was a thin, white nighty that hung just below the fine curves where asscheek met asscheek just above the back of her creamy thighs. The cool wind tossed her brown locks back, exposing rock hard nipples that nearly tore through the material of her shirt. She quickly made her way up Cuthbert's driveway, up the front step and knocked at the door, demanding quick action.
Cuthbert had just stepped out of the bathtub and into her nighty. She had just popped the top on her second bottle of wine of the evening when the knock echoed through the kitchen. She looked back through the frosted front window and recognized Dushku's figure on the other side instantly. She smirked and made her way towards the door. Her shadow danced through endless candlelight throughout the house. A blue, barely there nighty hugged every inch and curve of her perfect body. Her fleshy breasts bounced as she maneuvered toward the door. Her perky, hard nipples swung beneath her nighty, begging for an audience. Her nighty rose ever so slightly as she paced, exposing a slight crack of her back end and the moistness between her legs.
She flung the door open, Dushku immediately stepped inside and slammed it shut behind her. There was no need for an invitation or discussion. They knew what needed to be done. Only one of them could be queen pussy of their block and it was time to sort it out.
They very slowly circled each other, smirking as they looked the other up and down. The thick, plush carpet felt good between their soft feet as they circled. The truth was that they were as attracted to one another as they were intimidated. The gorgeous blonde and the brunette beauty both with immaculate, finely kept bodies. It was a battle neither expected, but secretly dreamed about. They stopped and stood eye to eye. Their breasts grazed against each other discretely. The temperature between their thighs rising ever so slightly as their nipples met and burrowed into each others flesh. They leaned in and kissed, tongues entwined for the briefest of moments before Dushku shoved Cuthbert backward. Cuthbert gained her footing and quickly slapped Dushku across the face. Dushku bit down, grinding her teeth in anger and returned the slap. Seconds later, with handfuls of hair, they tumbled to the carpet and the fight was on. Who wins?
