Part Two
Laura opened her computer at the study carrel in the university library. She selected recent documents, and up popped her main thesis, titled “Expansion of British Monetary Supply and its Effect On European Imperialism”. She tabbed to the end and then opened the link to the digitized British newspaper archives. As she hunted for the pertinent news items, she idly wondered about the upcoming visit from her half-sister and her aunt.
Callie could be a lot of fun, but she shared her mother’s and Laura’s traits of being quick to anger. She was a physical woman, and if you were around her, you’d best be used to being touched. Callie was quick to hug, always ready with a squeeze of her hand or an arm around your waist. She was a strong woman – more than one man had found that out if they tried to get fresh.
Laura reflected that her whole family had a somewhat perverse taste for violence. She had tried to fight this and largely succeeded. She compartmentalized her feelings. But on occasion, when watching a movie or TV show where two people were engaged in a physical fight, she found herself utterly absorbed, and she had noticed that her mom, her aunt, and her half-sister tended to share that.
She recalled watching an old western on TCM with everyone – Destry Rides Again. When the scene where the saloon girls were fighting, everyone watched avidly, and she could her them making small sounds of encouragement. She recalled seeing her mom leaning forward, mouth half-open, and Kathy was right beside her, her meaty thighs pressed against her mom’s, smiling as Marlene Dietrich and Una Merkel tore into each other. Her half-sister Callie was in a recliner, and it looked like she had one hand very near the front of her breasts. As the women on the screen had tangled, Laura’s breath had come faster, and she had felt her nipples stiffen.
When the fight had ended on screen, there was an audible sigh throughout the room. Laura had gone to the kitchen to get another bottle of soda, and Callie had followed there. Callie was wearing a tight halter top, and Laura noticed that her nipples were poking the fabric, two little dots. Callie’s face was flushed. She reached in the refrigerator to grab a bottle of beer.
She turned to Laura and said, in a somewhat husky voice, “Quite a little fight they had, wasn’t it?”
Laura replied, “Yeah. They really knew how to get down.”
Callie looked at her and said, “You ever been in a fight with a girl? One of your classmates?”
“Oh, just kid stuff when I was little girl. Pushing and shoving.” She looked at Callie. “You?”
Callie twisted open the bottle, took a swig. She smiled archly and said, “Oh, I’ve had my share. You know…it was kinda fun.”
Kinda fun. Laura shook her head and looked at the time on her phone. She needed to meet with her advisor to talk about some points on her thesis. Her mind still drifting down the corridors of memory, she left the library.
After she talked with her advisor, she left for lunch at the student union building. As she walked into the small cafeteria, she saw Jeff, her old boyfriend from last year. Jeff casually waved at her, and Laura smiled slightly, but didn’t want to engage with him. She felt a little guilt about it because the breakup she had with him had a bit to with her tastes – as Jeff had found out one memorable spring afternoon.
Laura and Jeff were at a student picnic out at a lake resort. They had reserved a room at the resort for the weekend. They were having a good time, sipping on beers, swimming, paddle boating, walking, silly games and the occasional quick fuck.
They were sitting at one of the picnic tables watching a spirited volleyball game. The men and women, most around 20 or 21 years old, and clad in the usual attire of bathing trunks and bikinis, yelled and harangued each other during the course of the game.
Laura and Jeff saw two women dive for the ball and collide hard. They fell to the ground, shook their heads, and then glared at each other. Beer fueled their reaction – one girl, a blonde in a blue bikini slapped the other, and the fight was on. Laura was instantly entranced. The other girl, dark-haired was in a tan colored two-piece that looked like she wasn’t wearing anything. She slapped blondie back and they clashed into a tearing spitting ball of female fury that brought out the usual hoots and hollers and about two dozen smartphones recording the battle.
They rolled around the ground cursing each other, pulling hair and punching. Two guys, obviously the boyfriends of the battling young girls, tried to intervene. One young man took offense and swung his fist at the other, and now the two men were on their feet, throwing punches, trying to grab each other and force them down.
Laura, dressed in cut-off jeans and a bikini top, was breathing hard watching the battle. The fighters were in superb physical condition and they were giving it all they had. Laura glanced quickly at Jeff and saw that he was equally riveted to the scene.
The two women managed to rip each other’s tops off to the raucous cheers of the onlookers. They locked into a catball, their breasts jammed against each other, tanned legs entwined. They rolled around the ground, and the other students danced back to give them room.
Laura felt intensely alive as she watched the fight. The men were slugging each other in the jaw and sides and stomach, and then they fell to the ground as well, wrestling, their muscles straining. Laura’s nipples were hard and she was getting wet. She looked at Jeff’s crotch and saw the bulge of his erection.
Unfortunately, the security staff at the resort finally twigged to what was going on and half a dozen staff member waded into the volleyball court and managed to pull them apart. There were groans of disappointment, but that evening over a dozen fight videos were posted to Youtube.
Laura and Jeff looked at each other. Laura said in a rough voice, “Oh, God – let’s go…you need to fuck me now, you son of a bitch!”
They ran for their cabin, and once inside, Laura ripped off her clothes while Jeff tore his off. Laura attacked Jeff, slapping and hitting and spitting at him, and Jeff responded, shoving her down, and slapping at her has well. He roughly grabbed Laura’s legs and split them apart, and crammed his fat rigid cock inside her.
With the visions of the fighting filling her mind, and moaning and crying with need, Laura wrapped her legs around his waist while Jeff mauled her breasts with his hands, the nipples hard on his palms. He pounded his hips into her, fucking her to the root, and Laura bit his shoulder, drawing blood. He yelled when he came, erupting in a heated stream of cum. Laura’s orgasm was so strong the contractions of her vagina pushed his cock out and she cried out “NO!” and shoved herself forward and grabbed his ejaculating cock and pulled it into her mouth. Semen overflowed and dripped down her chin and onto her breasts.
Five minutes later, they fucked again. Not quite as intense, but still necessary. Laura was not fully satisfied until she had six orgasms.
Laura finished her salad. She thought that Jeff decided that she was perhaps more woman than he was capable of handling. Within a month of that experience, they decided to go their separate ways.
Laura tucked the memory away in its own special compartment. As she did so, she wondered if she would open it up again. And soon.
