Competition 3: The Woods
I tossed and turned all night long. My life had taken a big left turn in the last two days. My best friend and I, who have competed against each other all our lives, took our competition to the ultimate level. It was only a week until we were due to leave town for college. But we agreed to fight each other. And that led to a second fight a day and a half later. And in just an hour we would be meeting for the third time. Our friendly competition through all activities of scouts, 4-H, school pageants, swim meets, track and field meets, etc. had now turned aggressively physical. In a way it seemed like a natural progression for our relationship. In another way, it was totally disturbing. But in fact, we came together and fought each other with hardly a second thought. And rather than be revolted or sorry, we wanted to do it again.
I told Mom I’d be going out very early for a long run. It was just over 72 hours until moving day. I rolled out of bed and opened the blinds on the bedroom window to see nothing but darkness. It was 5:30 am. She and I had agreed to meet around 6:00 am on the trail through the woods, behind the park. There is a little clearing at the crest of the hill a couple of miles from town, surrounded by trees and close to nothing at all. We knew this time and place would guarantee privacy and that’s precisely what we wanted.
I yawned as I pulled on my jogging shorts, the tight-fitting matching top and my running shoes. As I glanced in the mirror before turning toward the kitchen, I noticed a small wet spot on the crotch of my shorts. “My word, I’m becoming some kind of trashy slut”, I grimaced. Then I figured, “what the hell”. No one will see me until I come back covered in sweat from my run. I had to smile and shake my head at that thought. Anyone who knew me would wonder how I became so devious, so bold, and so naughty.
I slipped out the kitchen door as silently as I could and began my slow jog toward the edge of our community. There I picked up the trail away from civilization and up through the woods, eventually to the hill crest and to my morning meeting. At first it was quite cool and quite dark. But you could tell the sun was coming up soon. My breath fogged the cool air as I jogged along and I could feel my nipples stiffen against the fabric of my top. In a few minutes I was glad to be warming up from the running. I arrived at the hilltop about 10 minutes to 6 am.
The fog was lifting from the little clearing. The grass was soaked with the morning dew. It looked more like a scene from Transylvania than Eastern Kansas. I walked over and sat down on a broken tree limb by the edge of the clearing and waited. But it was only a few seconds before I heard her coming over the hilltop and stopping across the clearing from me. She had also arrived a little early. My stomach jumped with anxiety and anticipation. She walked over to me and we stood close, running our eyes all over each other. Our breath still fogged the air but the sun was lightening the entire scene. Everything was still wet and cool. Our nipples poked against our tops. We looked at each other with unsmiling, determined faces; challenging, daring, wanting.
She reached back to grab her top and pulled it over her head, shook her hair and laid it aside on the ground. Her tits were now staring back at me.
“What are you doing, you slut?” I said with an amused look.
“I don’t know”, she replied. “I guess I just don’t want anything to come between us for this meeting. Relax. No one can possibly see us”.
I pulled my own top off and dropped it on top of hers. “Fine. I guess there won’t be any old men around to get an eye full and pull us apart like at the school”, I laughed.
“It’s time you and I let our tits share in our competition. If you’re not too embarrassed”, she sneered.
“Fuck you bitch. I am not embarrassed if you want to ogle my tits while we fight. You’ve always been envious”, I countered.
“No ogling, you cxnt. We’ll just let our tits fight it out along with the rest of us”, she said as we walked slowly out to the center of the clearing.
“You know I’ll do this anyway you want bitch”, she smiled insincerely at me as we faced off with our 18 year old tits displayed for each other. They were nearly identical, if truth be told - average size with nipples that were showing no signs of softening anytime soon.
We needed no pretense to innocence. We were way past that. I stepped forward and we both took a fist full of hair, then another. Our chests slapped together, mashing our young, firm breasts and causing twin groans of lust and aggression. We twisted and turned our heads as we pulled at our hair while we roughly rubbed our tits across each other. After a few seconds the struggling brought welcome warmth to our bodies in the cool morning air. But very quickly, the warmth turned to rough friction for tender skin and young nipples. Still we continued to slap our chests together and try to turn each other in the most painful way we could. We grunted lowly as we stumbled and pushed our weight against each other. By mutual consent we were two topless young women fighting in the semi-darkness of the morning.
After a couple of minutes of hair pulling and breast struggling, our legs tangled and we took each other to the ground with a thud. Instantly we thrashed and rolled on the wet grass with our legs tangling again, much like snakes in mortal combat. We rolled one way and then the other. I shivered at the first feel of the cold, wet grass. As we rolled tightly around the little clearing we began to throw fast, wild punches, hitting our backs, sides and head and neck. Although these blows were meant to hurt, neither was really in danger of injury. My pussy moistened at the feel of us hugging tightly and wailing away at each other with our fists while we thrashed about. It seemed we were both enjoying this as we continued it for several minutes.
We were too far away to hear any sounds from town. The forest was quiet and still quite dark. But nearby animals could hear the sounds of fists hitting tender flesh, our young bodies wrestling, and our moaning in combined pain and pleasure. We were both getting tired and we rested in a tight embrace on the ground with our heads pulled in painfully unnatural angles and our legs grape-vined together. The sun was coming up and we could feel a warming breeze. We rested but neither of us had any thought of quitting. Truthfully I felt a strange satisfaction as I lay there getting my second wind. This was the third time this week we had come together to fight and it felt soooo right. Even though our bodies were together in the same way, the physical sensations were quite different from our fight on the floor of her parents home. Today we were laying on wet grass in the cool outdoors with our bare breasts mashed together.
Feeling stronger now, we launched ourselves into another round of wild punching as well as savage hair pulling. For a few minutes we were stuck facing each other on our sides. Then we began to struggle for top position and rolling from one side of the clearing to the other. Our bodies were completely soaked from the dew on the grass. But I struggle kept me warm. In particular the soft warmth of our breasts against each other was in strange contrast to our punching and jerking hair. On and on we thrashed and punched and fought in the early morning.
In just a few days I had come to realize how much I wanted this. I reveled in throwing my lifelong inhibitions away, at least for a short time. It was so thrilling and excitingly forbidden to lock up with her and try to hurt each other; in private, with no judgement or admonishment. I had to admit that a few times in recent years, as we competed against each other in everything, I had fleeting thoughts of us fighting. But these thoughts always disappeared as quickly as they came. But this week, they came and they stayed. And we came and fought. I could only compare it to the first time I sucked and jerked Jake Hershon in the back of his car and watched him shoot his cum all over me and the seats. I thought, “holy fuck that’s so deliciously sinful! How have I been missing this all my life”? That's the way I thought about fighting her. I didn’t want to miss a chance to do this ever again.
Again we became tired and rested while holding a tight embrace. Every bit of us was wet, from our hair to our ankles. We had kept our running shoes on for some reason.
“Let’s break for a minute”, she panted
In silent agreement we separated and rolled onto our backs to rest for a full couple of minutes.
“You aren’t wimping out on me, are you?”, she blurted.
“You wish, you pathetic slut”, I growled as we slowly climbed to our feet.
“You remember asking me at the house on Tuesday if we were still friends?”
“Yeah”, I said.
“Well, I don’t think we are”, she looked at me with condescension.
“Good”, I sneered back at her. “Let’s fistfight”. I raised my fists and started sliding around her.
“Oh fuck me yessss!”, she moaned. As she raised her own fists she said, “Come on bitch”.
I swear I felt electricity in the air as we began to move around each other, waving our fists slowly up and down. All the school fist fights I ever saw by boys and by girls flashed immediately through my mind. Quickly we closed and through jabs as we moved in and out. A jab was then followed by a hard right hand. We both missed more than we connected at first. But soon we settled in for close in punching as hard and fast as we could throw them. I punched her anywhere I could. But I particularly noticed that I could pound her breasts and it made me hot with the desire to do it again and again. We concentrated on our tits a while, then began trying to hit each other in the face. We moved in and out. We slugged each other some good shots. And we became very tired after 3 or 4 minutes.
As we clinched, I grabbed my fingers around her tit and scratched hard.
“Agghhhhh, you bitch!”, she screamed
In a flash she had hold of my tit and we were both scratching each other pretty good. Punching with our other hand, we cursed each other like we were drunken sailors. I was out of control, punching and scratching and cursing and feeling my pussy begin to drip. Finally she pulled me to the ground by my hair and we resumed our leg grapevine and hair pulling. Using both hands I jerked her head while simultaneously humping my pussy into her thigh. She returned my move and we furiously humped and jerked hair until we screamed as our orgasms thundered through us.
It took quite a while to regain our composure. I looked at her with scratches on her breasts, arms and stomach. I knew my body must look the same. Our hair was a mess and we combed it with our fingers as best we could. Finally recovering our wet tops we pulled them on, yelping from the cold sensation against our breasts. As I glanced up I saw the sun getting pretty high in the sky.
“It’s got to be pretty late. We should get back before a search party is organized”, I said as we walked together down the trail towards town.
“I don’t want this to be the last time”, she looked at me.
“Neither do I”.
After a long pause she replied, “We’ll figure something out. We’re smart people -- well, I am at least”.
“What you are is a b i t c h”, she sneered. “And yes, we will figure it out. Because that’s what we do now. We fight”.
