Natalie
Natalie watched breathlessly as the two girls wrestled and punched
each other while rolling across the grass. They were locked up
tightly, straining and grunting. Then slugging each other repeatedly
with one fist, they jerked on their hair with the other. There was
nothing for them but the fight. Neither knew that she had turned the
corner of the New Hartman High School and found them fighting on
the grass. It was Friday evening and she had stayed to catch up on
grading some papers. It was her first year teaching at New Hartman
High School and she didn't want to bring the papers home. She was
afraid she would just put them in the corner and forget about them.
Staying in the classroom was a way of ensuring she would work
instead of procrastinates. When 5:00pm came, she put them aside and
headed out the door. But this time, everyone had left the school
grounds; or so she thought. She was seldom here this late. Thinking
she would encounter no one until she reached her car in the parking
lot, she was shocked to round the corner and find the two girls.
It was the corner of the school the furthest away from the street. It
was fairly secluded with the long side of the extremely long
building blocking the view from the street. And there they were;
two very attractive teens in a catfight. Natalie was mesmerized by the
sight. All she could do was stare; she didn't expect to see such a
thing and was unsure what to do. She found she couldn't help
herself from simply watching the fight. She knew she shouldn't, but
she did. It was a very good catfight. The girls were evenly
matched. They grunted, groaned, wrestled, punched and pulled hair
and scratched each other for quite a while. Natalie didn't know how
long she had been standing there. They were dressed in very short
shorts and snugly fitting tee shirts. It appeared that they had
planned to meet there to settle things between them.
As she watched them continue their combat, her mind drifted away to
her own youth. She remembered her own days and all the
fights she had. There were so many fights. She had almost not been
allowed to finish school because of it. Then she finally got smart
enough to avoid conflicts in school, preferring to have them in
private. Oh maybe not in private, but at least somewhere away from
authority. Natalie Thomas had really liked fighting. As she watched
the girls grapple in front of her, she remembered what it felt like
to roll in the grass with another girl. She remembered how it was
to pound her fists into someone else's soft body and feel them punch
back. She remembered the feeling of her legs tangled with someone
else's; of pulling hair and having hers pulled. She remembered the
excitement, the exhilaration and the strange satisfaction.
Consequently she did it as often as the opportunity presented
itself. There were a couple of girls she disliked and was always
fighting with. But she would fight almost anyone in those days; at
least anyone her physical match. They didn't have to argue. There
were several times a girl asked her to fight and she quickly agreed.
She would follow them anywhere and then fight like she hated them
for years. A smile crossed her face as she thought back to those
days.
Somehow, during her college years she grew away from it. There were
fewer and fewer opportunities. Fewer girls were willing. And there
was an education to be finished and a living to be earned. As one
of the girls on the grass began to get the upper hand, it was
obvious it would be over in short order.
Natalie decided to slip on down the sidewalk now, rather than be seen
by these two. She didn't want to deal with punishing them or
reporting them or anything like that. If they wanted to fight, that
was their business. She drove quickly home. All that evening, she
couldn't take her mind off the fight. She kept reflecting over her
own experiences in her younger years. And she was surprised how she
felt. She was understandably proud of her education and having
gained a teaching position. She had made a life for herself when
that was not a sure thing by far. She could easily have turned into
a social misfit at several turns. But she had stuck with it and
persevered. But now, her mind was flooded with a torrent of
memories from her past. And surprisingly she felt quite nostalgic
over it. It had been years since her last fight. But seeing the two
teens in private combat this evening had raised something in her.
She missed it. She felt a strange but definite longing. The next
few days were strange for Natalie. She could not concentrate
well. Her mind kept flashing back to past times and places. Images
of cat fighting bombarded her brain whether she invited them or not.
She found herself flushing with these thoughts. She found herself
titillated with these thoughts. She found it impossible to push
them away. She began to look at other women with a new perverse
kind of appraising eye. She noticed their height as compared to
hers. She noticed their weight and muscle tone. She noticed their
bust size and their hair. She stood next to them and secretly
measured their legs against hers. There was no denying it; Natalie
Thomas wanted to fight again. It was crazy of course. Or was it?
As long as she did it in private, what would be wrong? She
certainly had to do something. Her mind would focus on almost
nothing else. But how would she find an opponent? Grown
respectable women were not receptive to fighting; or were they?
Perhaps she wasn't as strange as she thought. There were many girls
to fight as a teen. Where did they all go? Surely there were
others like her. She certainly hoped so. She badly wanted to do
it, but didn't know how to make it happen. When she was younger,
girls would talk at parties and ball games and social events. They
were often catty with each other when no guys were around. It
didn't' take much to find someone that would not back down when
taunted or identify those that thought they were better than
everyone else. Maybe she just needed to find adult versions of
those situations. She would try. She had to. She must find someone
to fight.
Later that week she bought some new party clothes at the local mall.
They were risqué and made her look younger and "on the prowl." Then
she identified a local watering hole that she thought would have a
lot of people, a lot of booze and offer a rich hunting ground. When
Saturday evening came, she dressed in her new clothes and noticed
again how risqué the dress was. It was short and sleeveless.
Natalie was not exactly one for dressing sexy. She had always been
more of a tomboy while growing up. But she knew that women were
competitive when it came to sex. And she was going to look the part
required for the competition. One more look in the mirror and she
sighed and marched out the door to get the "fix" she now needed.
The local bar/dance hall was noisy and crowded that evening. There
were many couples but also many singles on the prowl. The women
were mostly very young; too young actually. Natalie was not sure
some of them were even old enough to be in such an
establishment. But after a time, she noticed two women sitting
together at a corner table. They were drinking and talking and
obviously watching the room. One of the women was older; closer to
her age it seemed. And she was dressed in a short skirt and light
blouse which left little to the imagination. Her bust was larger,
like Natalie's and her legs were strong. She appeared to be short
and Natalie thought they would be close in height. So, taking the
last sip of her drink, she moved toward the table in the corner.
When she got there she introduced herself and said that she was new in
town. Asking if the place was always this crowded and noisy, she
stood by waiting to be invited to sit down. There was an awkward
pause, but then the invitation came and she took the chair opposite
the other two. About that time a guy they obviously knew came over
and asked one of the two to dance. And as she got up and left,
Natalie and the other women were left alone simply looking at each
other with little to say. They smiled politely at each other, but
then slipped into a stare in which each evaluated the other.
Natalie didn't think the other women liked her. And she was
delighted and encouraged at the thought. She played the arrogant
part that she remembered so easily from her youthful days and hoped
it was going to work. She stared straight back at the other woman.
She didn't even remember her name even though there were introduced
only seconds ago. They watched each other strangely, not saying a
word. This was better than Natalie could have hoped for. She felt
the butterflies rise in her stomach, just like they used to do so
many years before when she and another girl began to challenge each
other. Natalie leaned in, resting her head in her hands with her
elbows on the table. She was now staring right at the woman and she
was staring back. Natalie decided to go for it. She leaned in very
close, smiled insincerely and said, "I really don't think I like you
much. Why don't you leave?" The other woman was taken aback but
recovered very quickly and answered, "Well now, that's just too bad,
isn't it?" Natalie was committed and so she returned, "Or we could
both leave and go somewhere." There was complete silence between
them for a minute or so as they continued to stare unsmilingly at
each other. Natalie was becoming more confident by the minute. She
was falling into her former persona and it felt very comfortable.
Again she spoke, "Do you know someplace private we could go? You
know, to TALK." Then in a few seconds Natalie added to the tension
by silently mouthing the words "fuck you." And that did it. "All
right honey." retorted the other woman. "If you want to play,
let's go somewhere and play. IF you think you have what it takes."
"Try me bitch." answered Natalie, relieved that this was
working. "Oh I'll do more than try." was the reply. "Come on." And
Natalie followed her out of the bar with the excitement building
with every step.
They turned to each other when they reached the parking lot and
stepped up nose to nose. "You want to do it here, bitch?" asked
Natalie. Smiling now, the woman replied, "No. My apartment is just
three blocks away and my car is over there. Let's make this
private. I don't want anyone getting in the way.." "Fine." said
Natalie and the two made their way to their cars and convoyed the
three blocks. Following the woman into the door and up to the
second floor, Natalie was soon inside her apartment. She wheeled
around as soon as she entered, not wanting to let herself be
vulnerable. The other woman closed and locked the door and walked
over to the dining room which was unusually large. It had a single
table on a hardwood floor. In just a minute the woman had pushed
the table easily to the corner and slid the chairs out of the way
also. This left a quite large open area, completely bare except for
the wood floor. It was almost like a dance floor ? maybe not the
perfect place. But honestly Natalie would have fought the woman in
the parking lot if she wanted to. She was now so excited, it didn't
matter where they did it. Stepping into the room the women looked
at each other and began to slip off their shoes. She began to
remove her blouse and Natalie eagerly removed her dress. In less
than a minute they were in sheer bras and panties and began circling
each other. Natalie was thrilled that she was able to make this
happen so easily. Her pulse was pounding, she was breathing harder
and she could feel her pussy leaking through her panties. She had
not realized how much she wanted and needed this. She smiled as she
motioned with her hands for the woman to come on and fight.
Unnnhhhhh! They locked up, smacking together and grabbing each
other's hair. They stumbled around the room, pulling each other off
balance and bending their heads back and then forward wildly. One
arm was quickly used to begin pummeling each other's bodies with
fists. Damn! It felt so good to Natalie. She chirped as she
slugged the other woman in the side and then into her breast. She
was getting hit in the side and shoulder and neck in return. They
jerked hair and punched each other for several minutes before
clinching. Natalie could feel the sweat coming out on each of their
bodies. They began to wrap their legs around each other and pulled
each other into the floor. With a loud thud, their entwined bodies
hit the hard floor as they rolled, thrashed, scratched, punched and
kicked each other. They were like two wild women. You could hear
their bodies smacking against the hard floor as they fought.
Presently one of Natalie's punches took its toll and she heard a
loud "umph!" Natalie scrambled away and turned toward her opponent.
But she was already recovering and pushing herself off the floor.
They both sat up and faced each other. Then getting up to their
knees, they raised their fists and began pummeling each other.
Then, slowing as they tired, the punches came slower and were well
aimed. The women punched each other's breasts, faces and bodies for
several minutes. They were tiring rapidly. But as tired as Natalie
was, she was elated over the fistfight. The exchange of punches
literally sent a warm and pleasant current through her. Adrenaline
was flowing. There was pain but it wasn't that noticeable. Her
pussy juices flowed and flowed as the two slugged it out. Their
tits were becoming very red and sore. Their faces were becoming
marked a little as well. The contest was dead even when Natalie
grabbed her opponent's tit and squeezed it hard. "Aaaiiiiihhhhhh!"
screamed the woman and grabbed Natalie's tits roughly. They
squeezed and scratched their breasts and pulled each other close.
There was a wild look of hate in each woman's eyes as the tit fight
went on for several minutes.
Then, pulling each other over into the floor, they locked up tightly
and squeezed each other in a bear hug with legs entwined. Over and
over, slowly they rolled across the hard floor. Their legs and arms
were red, scratched and bruised. But Natalie had no thoughts of
stopping. She was totally into the fight. She needed this and would
happily fight this woman as long as possible. They were a good
match. Natalie could feel the other woman's breath on her face.
She reached up and jerked her head back by her hair. The only
sounds in the room were their hard breathing and grunting at the
struggle. Natalie could feel that both their panties were soaked.
As they lay in the violent embrace each began to throw slow punches
at the other's head. They were not able to generate much force but
they continued this for, what seemed like, a long time. Pussy
juices were literally dripping on the floor now.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" As the lay there and slugged each
other, Natalie actually had an orgasm. She jerked the other woman's
hair as hard and she could and squeezed her body between her legs
and rubbed her pussy against her as the wonderful feeling flushed
over her. Then feeling suddenly exhausted, she slumped slightly
against her opponent. The other woman continued to pound her with
punches and started to rub her pussy harder against her. Natalie
just held on, only occasionally throwing a fist toward her head or
into her side. Then the other woman bucked and moaned and slammed
her pussy into Natalie as she came hard. "Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhmmmmm!"
Now both women slumped against each other, still holding on, but
very tired and satisfied for the moment.
They listened to the sound of their heavy breathing, felt their sweaty
bodies and the juices on the floor and their soaked panties. In a
few minutes Natalie moaned, "uuhhhhh" as the other woman slugged her
hard in the side. Speaking the first words since entering the
apartment, Natalie said softly, "That's it. Come on, slut. Let's
fight." She threw a punch at her head and rolled over into her
moving them to their other side. For the next several minutes, they
jerked on each other's hair and punched as hard as they could.
Finally the woman said, "You fucking whore, this isn't getting us
anywhere." But Natalie was thrilled and right where she wanted to
be. She answered, "You want to give up, bitch?" "No." came the
quick reply as she moaned. "Get up and let's fistfight." "Any way
you want it, you cxnt." replied Natalie. The women separated and
rolled away from each other. Rubbing their sore muscles they walked
around for a few seconds while keeping an eye on each other. The
both looked beaten up. Their hair was a mess. There were red
marks, scratches and bruises all over their bodies. Their tits were
no exception to this damage. Four rock hard nipples faced each other
as they raised their fists and smiled. "Fuck you." said the woman.
"I think you've already done that." replied Natalie. "You wanted to
duke it out. Let's do it." Moving toward each other and each taking
a deep breath, they began slugging away fast and furiously. It was
as good as any barroom brawl you've ever seen. The women punched
each other's faces, tits and bodies anywhere they could hit. It was
non-stop slugging as neither bothered with any defense. They just
wanted to hit each other. On and on they poured their energy out,
until there was barely any left. Finally just holding in a
fighter's stance, they were too tired to throw another punch. Still
they waved their fists at each other for several minutes, pretending
to have the strength to continue. But then they each sensed they
were done. Their hands dropped down as they leaned on them against
their knees. "You're lucky I'm too tired to finish you bitch."
sneered the woman. "Uh huh." clucked Natalie. "I think you're the
lucky one." They panted and rested for several more minutes.
Neither could take their eyes off the other. Natalie was thrilled by
this first fight in years. She had loved every minute. She was
indeed lucky to find someone so closely her match and so willing to
mix it up for no real reason. Neither made any move to get dressed
or leave the room. But eventually they did back away against
opposite walls, leaning and resting while still watching each other.
"So what, it's a draw?" questioned Natalie. Another few silent
moments went by. "Well, you could stay the night and we could finish
it in a few hours or in the morning." said the woman. "We can't
leave it like this." Natalie smiled and felt a rush of excitement
run through her once again at the thought. "No, we can't," she
said. "Show me the spare bed or the couch and I'll be here when
you're rested and ready." "No spare and not much furniture. I just
moved in a few days ago." she replied. "There's only one bed." A
long stare between the women sealed the deal. "Come on," motioned
the woman turning toward the bedroom. "I think we know each other
well enough now." And they followed each other toward, what
promised to be a very unusual night.
