Samantha stood outside the ragged one-story house and knocked again. Her silver BMW Roadster seemed completely out of place in what she considered to be such a petty neighborhood.
"I can't believe I only live five blocks from this," she said to herself, "now I see why my community's gated."
"Coming!" an older deeper female voice said and Samantha smiled. The 5'8'' 132 lb half Honduran half Black wavy red headed aqua eyed honey skinned self proclaimed goddess known as Samantha Angelica Pritchard squinted her aqua eyes in anticipation. When the fat cheeked Italian woman opened the door, a look of distress covered Samantha's face.
"Yes," said the woman
"Are you Teressa?" said Samantha, her voice a few notches higher in pitch to seem as innocent and valley girl as she could
"Yeah," said Teressa with a smile of someone who's under-appreciated
"I'm Samantha, Christian's girlfriend," Sam replied, "I've been in a car accident and I need to use a phone. Chris said you didn't live far from me, so I drove over here to ask you."
"Sure," Teressa said tripping over her feet to open the door, "Come in!"
Teressa led Sam in and showed her the phone which was just inside of the door. Sam closed the door behind her and looked at Teressa. How could Teressa have been stupid enough to fall for a story like the one Sam gave her?
"So," Teressa said turning around and sitting on her couch, "Chris has told me a lot about you. Well, he was right; you are beautiful... I'm not gay or anything."
Samantha only smiled and continued to look at Teressa. Sam's heart began to pound and her anxiety kicked in a bit. Was she making a mistake coming here? She looked Teressa over. Teressa was 38 years old and had five kids, but you coldn't tell. She had a very round youthful face, she was about 5'3'', looked to weigh about 150, and she was wearing a blue tye dye t-shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers. Teressa had dark brown hair that was a little passed her shoulders and brown eyes. Her skin was an olive color and she had a naturally friendly face.
"You know, Teressa," Samantha says lowering her head and grinning, "I didn't come here to use your phone."
Teressa just looked with a puzzled expression
"See, you've been trying to mess with Chris, and Chris doesn't want you. He ignores you and you keep trying to come on to him--"
"I don't know what you're-" Teressa begins
"Be quiet please," Samantha says dropping the high pitch, "Chris doesn' want anything to do with you and you won't leave him alone. So, I've come here to kick your ass."
"What?" Teressa says. She looks terrified as Samantha walks up to her. Teressa watches the taller girl's hips shake from side to side as she looks her over. Samantha is definitely beautiful, wearing a maroon tanktop, blue jeans and some heeled black shoes. As the tanktop tightens around her abdomen, Teressa can see the shape of the round fifty-cent sized outie navel Chris told her Samantha has as it pushes forward from underneath her shirt. Chris and Teressa used to be friends and he would tell her all about Samantha and the problems they had in their relationship. Teressa’s husband was always at a bar or out watching a game, so she came on to Chris. This must have pissed Samantha off when she found out about it. "He did say she was crazy," Teressa thought.
"Sweetheart," Teressa says softly and holding out her hands, "I don't want to fight you."
"All I want is a fair fight," Samantha says, "That's why I came to your house and not to the university. And this wasn't Chris' idea; he doesn't even know I'm here. But I mean, you should've just left him alone. Now we've got to fight."
Samantha's confidence wasn't really what it used to be. She got so riled up about coming here scaring and beating Teressa that she didn't think about what she was doing. She was fighting someone in her own house. It was stupid and she realized it, but she wasn't about to back down.
"You're taller than I am and you're probably a better fighter," Teressa says in a scared voice, "I don't even know how to fight."
"You're shorter than I am so that means you can hit me all here," Samantha says gesturing at her torso, "You could hit me in my stomach, ribs, kidneys, and below. So don't give me that shit about an advantage. Plus, Chris said you know how to wrestle. I don't wrestle and I don't know how (this story takes place well before Samantha learned how to kickbox)."
"I really don't want to fight you," Teressa says, "You're going to have to leave or I'm going to call the police."
"Don't be stupid, lady," Samantha says as Teressa makes a break for the phone. Samantha quickly catches up with her as Teressa swings the receiver at Samantha only to have Samantha turn and take the hit on the shoulder.
"Oh, so now you want to fight huh?"
Samantha says as she moves towards Teressa
"WAIT!!" Teressa says, cowering and launching her hand out with her fingers spread. The fingers jab Smantha in the stomach and she makes an "Uhnp!" sound. Samantha evens bends a bit and Teressa looks surprised at how sensitive Samantha is down there.
"Maybe it isn't such a good idea for you to be fighting me," Teressa says looking at Samantha who straightens herself out, "You must be having cramps or something"
Samantha rushes in on Teressa as the two grapple. Teressa gets her arms onto Samantha's shoulders and tries to push her back as Samantha leans over Teressa and punches her in the side a few times. "Bitch," Samantha says angrily, "I'm gonna fuckin' hurt you!"
Teressa doubles over as Samantha continued to send right after right into her side. Teressa grabs Samantha around her waist and holds on. "C'mon, bitch!" Samantha snarls, "Hit me!"
One particularly hard punch just below Teressa's ribs sends an "AHHHH!" through the house as Teressa screams in pain. "Gotcha there, huh bitch?" Samantha chuckles, "The only reason why I'm kickin your ass so easily is because you won't fight. You're a fuckin coward; you like to come on to Chris because you know he won't hurt you. Not with his mouth or his hands. But I sure as fuck will. Nobody's gonna feel sorry for your fat ass when this is over Teressa, so go ahead and cry!"
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" Teressa says as she charges Samantha back, driving her down and back into the couch behind her. Teressa's shoulder shoves itself into Samantha's stomach, forcing a little "whoosh" from the boastful girls lips. Teressa then climbs on top of her while both are still on the couch and the two grapple, interlocking their fingers with each other’s. Teressa and Samantha stare at each other as Samantha applies more pressure, seizing the advantage and making Teressa cry feminine "eepps" and "ahhh's." Then Teressa manages to get one hand free and with it sends a desperate underhanded shot right into Samantha's stomach, a direct hit to the navel. "OH SHIT!!" Samantha cries out as her mouth hangs open and she looks weakly at Teressa. Samantha's eyes go away from Teressa as she leans forward, her belly cupping the fist as it makes a home in the softness right below her navel and six pack.
Teressa puts Samantha in a headlock while Samantha still clutches her stomach. For a moment, it seems as though Samantha is pacified; she's just staring out and not defending herself. "Wow," Teressa says, "It's gotten pretty quiet in here, huh, sweetheart?"
"Fuck you," Samantha says ramming her head back into Teressa's. Teressa lets out a "OWW!!" as she lets Samantha go. Samantha quickly gets to her feet while Teressa is sitting on the couch. Samantha tries to punch Teressa in her stomach but Teressa grabs her arm and yanks her back down on the couch. Teressa's other arm goes straight into the redhead's long wavy hair, pulling her head down and her body down ontop on Teressa. "I've got you," Teressa says, "Give up, kid, I'm not scared anymore. You can't fight."
"You will be, bitch!" Samantha says, as she struggles to free herself. Teressa sends another shot to Samantha's gut, forcing a deep "OOOF!" from the girl as her body wobbles and her legs buckle. Despite not really hitting Samantha that hard with either punch, Teressa could tell that this punch really took the fight out of Samantha. Teressa even explored Samantha's rumored bisexuality and her own curiosity by sticking her hand under Samantha's shirt and playing with her navel.
"What the fuck are you doing to me, bitch?" Samantha says as Teressa lets go of her hair and hooks on a standing front face lock.
"I'm beating you," Teressa says as she pinches and presses Samantha's navel, hurting the redheaded biracial girl's weakspot. "AHHHH!" Samantha's winces were light and weak as she went for the only move she had in her arsenal. She grabbed Teressa around her waist and lifted her up. Then she dropped the Italian woman onto the arm of the couch, bending Teressa's back like a bow. “AAAUGH!!” Teressa cries as her back explodes in pain. Samantha stands upright and begins to swing wildly at Teressa. Two of the punches hit her in her breasts, and when Teressa brings her arms up to cover up, Samantha sends punch after punch into Teressa’s stomach. “OOOF!” “OUGH!” “AWWWFFF!!” are what followed from the older woman’s mouth.
The sounds of a car pulling up and the sight of a blue van pulling into the driveway distracts Samantha as she thinks to herself, “Oh shit; now what?”
Teressa seizes the advantage and pushes Samantha, sending her down on her butt. “Bad move wearing those heels,” Teressa says, “That’s my husband in the driveway. I think you better leave.”
Samantha stands and continues to look towards the mini-blinds as Teressa glances at her. Teressa punches the distracted redhead hard in her stomach, doubling her over and creating an “OOOUUUGGHHH!” from her gaped open mouth. It seemed as though Teressa’s husband was outside doing something, Samantha hoped he would hurry up and come in. Teressa begin to work Samantha’s stomach over, giving her little punches that made Samantha go “oop” “ooof” “ohhh.” The entire time Teressa and Samantha maintained eye contact and Teressa could see the younger girl’s confidence was gone. She knew Samantha wanted out of this fight. So Teressa tried to pull Samantha’s tank top up. Samantha tried to stop her, but the combination of her lack of strength coupled with another gut shot and a loud “GULP!!” from Samantha forced her to move her hands.
“Funny,” Teressa says, “I didn’t take you for a swallower. Just give up. Admit that you lost and we’ll forget about it or else I’m gonna have some real fun with you.”
“You’re winning, bitch,” Samantha says, “You hurt me… I admit that.”
When Teressa had Samantha’s shirt up she tried to pull it off, but the tall redhead continued to struggle. Teressa gave Samantha’s protruding navel a hard open-handed slap, and the girl goes instantly to her knees and the shirt came off with a loud “AAWWWFF!” Samantha’s mouth was hanging open from being out of breath and her ruby red bra was in plain view.
“You ever thought about having surgery to fix that thing?” Teressa says pointing at Samantha’s navel
Teressa then removes her shirt, revealing a white bra, a pale soft stomach with a small upside down triangle shaped navel. Samantha couldn’t believe that Teressa was beating her so easily and she began to consider giving up. But instead she rises to her feet and raises her arms, a look of despair on her face as Teressa raises her arms as well. Samantha looks fearfully at Teressa as Teressa sends a straight right into Samantha’s navel. Samantha lets out an “uummmm” sound, purses her lips and her legs buckle as Teressa rushes in to try to tackle her again. Summoning what little strength she has left, Samantha grabs Teressa under her arms and throws a combination of shots into Teressa’s stomach. Teressa lets out “awwf!” “gurk!!” and “ough!” before the last punch, a right cross that hits the pouch of fat just below Teressa’s navel, makes Teressa groan a loud “WHOOOOAAHHH!!” Teressa crumbles to her hands and knees as Samantha smiles and raises her arms from exhaustion. Teressa just stays down and rolls around clutching her stomach. “I give up,” Teressa says wimpering, “No more!”
“We young folk have a lot of heart,” Samantha says weakly but arrogantly, “You didn’t know, you shoulda asked somebody. You’re lucky you quit when you did because I was seriously about to fuck you up. Now I want you to stay the fuck away from my boyfriend or else I’m gonna come back here and tear you apart. And next time, I’ll bring some of my dyke ass friends to ‘break you in.’ You’re curious, bitch? I’ll have you begging to eat me out by the time we’re done with you.”
At that moment, Teressa’s husband enters the house to see his wife down on the floor crying, and Samantha standing there looking at him wide-eyed. “Shit,” Samantha says
“What the hell is going on in here and who the hell are you?” he says with the hint of a Canadian accent
“Your wife and I were fighting,” Samantha says trembling a bit, “We agreed to a fair fight. I beat her. She lost. As a matter of fact, I beat the living shit out of her. She tried to come on to my AAUUUGGHHH!!”
Samantha’s eyes grow wide as she doubles forward to find Teressa’s fist buried in her stomach. Samantha forces herself to stand upright but it’s clear that she is hurt.
“Fair fight,” Teressa’s husband says, “Teressa, take her down. Get her on the floor.”
Samantha’s expression changes to an angry one as she looks at Teressa’s husband, but it is too late as Teressa grabs her around her waist and trips her to the floor. Samantha is still winded as Teressa’s husband yells out, “The body, the body, hit her body!!”
Teressa and Samantha struggle on the floor, but Teressa, filled with confidence by her husband’s instructions, fires some punches into Samantha’s sides and tries to get a few into her stomach, but Samantha presses her own body against Teressa’s to prevent to blows from getting in. “Get on top of her; hit her below her waist!”
“Fuck me,” Samantha thinks to herself after hearing that. Teressa punches her in between her legs. Samantha coughs to herself in agony but the punch is more than enough to get her over on her back as Teressa hammers away at her now exposed belly. Samantha is completely winded and only the sounds of air coming out of her can be heard. Teressa pauses her punching to mount Samantha as Samantha grabs Teressa’s head and pulls it down towards her own head.
“You are beating the shit out of me,” Samantha says almost in a whisper. Teressa responds by sending a blind punch into Samantha’s body that hits her right above her navel.
“AHHH, my stomach! Fuck!!” Samantha says as she fights back tears
“You want more little girl, huh?” Teressa says as she presses down on Samantha’s navel
“Please stop with my navel,” Samantha says, “I don’t fuck with your fat ass cheeks, so don’t AHHHHH, you’re fuckin’ hurting my navel!! I already won, you stupid bitch; get off me!”
“You have fat ass cheeks too,” Teressa says as she squeezes Samantha’s cheeks with one hand and punches her in the stomach with the other. Samantha once again makes no sound; she just struggles to get free but her strength is not there.
“Teressa!” Teressa’s husband says, “Pin your body across her chest and arms. Lock her right arm between your legs.”
Teressa complies with her husband’s wishes and begins sending punch after punch into Samantha’s navel and the feminine pouch below it as Samantha can no longer put up a fight.
“Had enough girlie?” Teressa says sending another punch to the navel, this time using her knuckle
“You beat me,” Samantha says breathlessly as she climaxes and wets herself with a little ‘umm’ and a rotation of her hips, “You beat me.”
Teressa begins to rub her hand across Samantha’s stomach feeling where it was hard and now soft due to all the punches. Technically Samantha had already won the fight, but Teressa had her down and immobilized, so she wanted to have some fun with the defenseless biracial girl’s body. She ran her hand over Samantha’s navel encircling it..
“Chris told me this is your weak spot and your hot spot,” Teressa says, “That’s how I knew to get you there.”
“You hurt me early,” Samantha says, “But stay away from my boyfriend or else it isn’t over.”
“You talk like you are in control,” Teressa says, “I’ve got you. If I wanted to I could—“
“Teressa,” Teressa’s husband says, “Fight’s over. Let her get her shirt so she can get out of our house.”
With that Samantha left Teressa’s house. She returned to Teressa’s house and they did fight again, but that’s another story. We know eventually I got her with Katora and Kat taught her how to kick box. Samantha told me that most of the fights she’s lost, she lost them because she wanted to. I don’t know if that’s true or not. You be the judge.
