A conversation....
That We May Struggle
Christy made a decision.
She opened up the contact page on her laptop. There she found the entry for Marianne. She had received a message on the catfight site she browsed from time. It had said simply, call me, and listed a number. She had copied the name and number down.
Christy was a 43-year-old woman, dark-haired, slender. Her brown eyes were expressive, and she wore her hair long, past her shoulders. She was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and jeans, and wasn’t wearing a bra. The nipples of her teacup-sized breasts were poking the thin fabric of the shirt.
She tapped the headset to open a dial tone, and punched the number. It rang twice, and then a soft voice answered, “Hello?”
Christy hesitated half a second, then said, “Marianne?”
Again the soft voice. “Yes…”
Christy said, “Marianne – this is Christy. Is this an okay time?”
Marianne said, “Ohhh! Christy! Of course…I was hoping you would call. I didn’t know…well, didn’t know for sure what you would think. I felt awfully forward leaving you my number. Well…how are you?”
Christy relaxed. She thought this would be a fun conversation.
She said, “I’m good. I just thought that I’d … well, doing what we’ve talked about online, having a you know, real conversation would be good. Gawd, I’m still a bit nervous, like a schoolgirl. Sorry.”
“Oh, hell, sweetie, don’t worry about. We all have to start somewhere with this.”
Christy said, “So, I know you said online that you’ve been interested in this for years now. Well, me too, but I didn’t start looking deeper into it until a couple of years ago, when something happened.”
“Oh? Now that’s got my curiosity piqued. Tell me…everything!”
Christy paused, then said, “Well, it’s probably not all that exotic. But Jim – that’s my husband – were visiting some family. There were two cousins there, and they had a bit too much wine….so they got to fooling around, shoving each other, giggling, you know. They’re in their thirties, but like I said, they had some pinot Grigio, and were feeling no pain.”
Marianne chuckled a bit, “Oh, I know the feeling. Go on….”
Christy lowered her voice a bit. “Well, we’re out on the back patio, and Julie and Shannon start getting a little louder, and shoving each other a bit more. Now, they’re both wearing cutoff jeans and bikini tops, and they’re both sort of top-heavy if you know what I mean. Nice view of their cleavage if you know what mean.”
Marianne said, “Oh, yesss….oh this is great, Christy!”
“Well, all of sudden, Julie slaps Shannon, and boy oh boy, the fight was on. Shannon jumped at Julie, and they both go rolling on the grass next to the patio. And everyone is watching, sort of slack-jawed, wondering if they should do anything, but they’re both giggling while they’re rolling around, so there wasn’t any immediate need to break them up. They both locked up and rolled around, legs and arms locked together. I mean, I sort of got the feeling they really liked rolling around together.”
“Ooh! Kindred spirits?”
“You know, I think so. I talked to them afterwards, so…yeah, I think they got into it. Anyway, when I was watching, my first reaction was, hey, they’re fighting, we should stop this. But they’re were about a dozen of us there. I looked at Jim, and that boy was just watching and grinning, his eyes wide open. Everyone was just fascinated, and some were cheering them on! And I was watching, and I was fascinated too. They were so jammed together! And I was wondering what it would feel like to be in a catfight, to feel another woman’s body hard against mine. God, I was getting turned on!”
Marianne interjected, “Yes! That’s what it felt like for me!”
Christy said, “Really? I mean, I couldn’t help it – it was just so transgressive an act. Two women fighting like that. And they really were getting into it. And then, Shannon’s bikini top was pulled down, and she had one breast fully exposed. And I could see her nipple was hard.”
“Oh, God, mine would be too!”
Christy paused for a second, then said, softly, “Marianne, I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. I’m certainly not a prude, but something about the fight shocked me. I knew I shouldn’t, but I kept watching, and the back of my mind was wondering what it would be like to be in the middle of that fight, and have my body exposed like that. And I kept glancing at Jim, and he was just as avidly glued to the scene. I couldn’t swear, but I think he had an erection.”
“How long did the fight last?”
“Well, a couple of minutes later, Shannon punched Julie in the stomach, and that took the wind out of her. She rolled to the side on the grass, curled up a bit. Then Shannon noticed her boob hanging out, and she quickly tucked it back inside. She went over to Julie, said something I couldn’t hear, then she helped her cousin get up. It was like the movie stopped, and people were looking at each other, halfway embarrassed. Some wandered into the house for another beer. Jim looked at me and said something like ‘that was the entertainment for today’ and looked away.”
“What about when you went to bed that night?”
Christy lowered her voice a bit, and said, “I jumped on Jim that night, something I hardly ever do. Usually I let him make the first move. But when we got into bed in the spare room, I pulled my clothes off and attacked him! And he was ready, let me tell you! We rolled around the bed, halfway wrestling, and I pinned him down and sat on him. He slid up me, I mean I was dripping I was so wet. It usually takes me a while, but that night I came after pumping him five times, and had to bite my tongue to keep from yelling. He came a few seconds later, I could feel him fire it in me!”
“Oooh, that’s awesome! Did you talk about it afterwords?”
Christy said, “Nooo….but I wanted to. I think we were both bit shy about our reaction. But I’ve been keeping my eye on him. Sometimes were watching something on TV and there are two girls fighting, and I can see him watching intently. So I know…”
Marianne said, “Yeah, my ex was into it too. So…did you ever think about letting him watch you fight?”
“Ohh…sometimes. I thought, maybe, if the right opportunity came along….but I don’t know. I don’t know any women who would be, you know, interested. At least not anyone I know in real life.”
“Yeah, real life is the kicker, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is. Every time I think about what it would be like to actually meet another woman…and to fight her…I get excited, and then I get scared.”
Marianne said, “Perfectly normal. So, you wanna hear about how I got into it?”
Christy giggled, and said, “Oh, you gotta tell me. You gotta!”
Marianne answered, “My introduction was more of real-life thing. Back in college, I was at a frat party, and there was this one chick, a real butch type – ultra-short-hair, cargo pants, and a torn t-shirt, no bra. And the cutie had a set, let me tell you! Had to be grapefruits under there at least. And fricken nipples like walnuts. Now, I’m certainly bi, but I’ve always leaned toward more feminine women. Anyway, we’ve all had our fair share of booze, and this girl takes a shine toward me. I’m curious. So we start talking and she starts touching me, and I’m getting to like it. So we wind up back in her apartment, and she says, ‘hey, you like it rough?’ and I’m stupid enough to say, hey, I’ll give it a try. Meantime, I’m itching to get my hands on those boobs. I love to fill my hands with those things.”
Christy broke in, “Oohh….I don’t have grapefruit, but I have some exquisitely sensitive puppies.”
“Ohh, darling, you’re tickling my desire. Anyway, where was I?”
“You want to get your hands….”
Marianne said, “Oh, yeah. So I say, how rough? And she kisses me, and then slaps the side of my face!”
Christy interjected, “Oh, my!”
Marianne continued, “And I was stunned for a second. It wasn’t hard – I just didn’t expect it. And then she hissed at me, ‘Slap me back!’ and I said ‘what’ and she said, ‘DO IT!’ and I slapped her face, harder than she slapped me. And she said roughly, ‘I get off on this! I like to fight – slap and pull hair and other things’ and I got suddenly super excited. I went all wet, Christy!”
“Oh, God, I would have too. In fact, you’re kinda sorta doing it me right now. You dirty girl!”
Marianne paused, then said in a sneering tone, “Slut!” And then giggled.
Christy said, in what she thought was a seductive tone, “Oooh, baby, keep talking.”
Marianne went on. “And the next thing you know, we’re ripping each other’s clothes off. She pulls off my halter top, and I grab her t-shirt and start yanking, and we fall down to the floor and roll around, just like a catfight vid, and her legs are entwined with mine and my arms are all around her, pulling and slapping, and we’re both cursing and laughing. Now, I don’t want to say it was painless, for those slaps could sting. But I kept giving it to her just as much as she did to me, and we managed get out of our pants and we’re in nothing but panties. We’re pulling each other’s hair and she winds up on top of me, and I grab her breasts, those really big breasts, with big rough nipples, hard as rocks. And my nipples were hard as hell too, and she’s leaning down and her hands are pushing down on my tits, and I feel her crotch hard against mine, and I can feel the cloth sort of squelching, we were both so wet. Her eyes glaze as she rubbing on me, grinding, and I’m moving my hips…”
Her words trailed off, and Christy could hear her breathing coming faster.
“Jesus, Marianne – oh, God you’re making me feel hot!”
“Oh, fuck, Christy…oh the memory of that still gets me going.”
Christy had one hand up under her t-shirt while Marianne was relating her tale. She pinched the stiff nipple and tugged on it.
“Ohh, it is so hot…did you come?”
“Oh hell, we both came so hard. She pushed her pussy hard into mine, and I feel her hair and fat pussy lips on mine, we’re soaked, and she yelled, “FUCK ME YOU cxnt!” and we both screamed and orgasmed. Coming into our panties! Gawd!”
Christy said, her breath starting to get faster, “Oh, damn….you’re making me want to pull off my pants and make myself come!”
Marianne said, “Ohhh, fuck yes….do it, do it!”
There was a shuffling of noise as Christy pulled off her jeans and yanked away her t-shirt. “Oh, God, tell me what you’d do to me if you were here. What we’d do!”
Marianne said roughly, “Oh God yes, we’d fight each other, we’d tear off each other’s clothes and fight! I’d pull your hair and slap you, you bitch!”
“Oh, you whore! You fucking whore!” Christy had two finger busy inside her panties, stroking her clit.
Marianne continued, “And we’d roll around the floor in a catball, and we’d mash our mouths together, chewing on each other’s lips. I’d rake my fingers down your naked back and I’d claw your breasts!”
“OOHhhhhh….fight me you bitch! Fight me…FIGHT ME!” She had her fingers digging deep into her pussy, pulling on them. With one hand, she’d mauled her own breasts, digging her fingers into the flesh.
Marianne panted, “OOhhhh…..we’re fighting, we’re fighting, oh fuckfight me you slut, grind your pussy on mine! Fuck me with your clit!”
At those words, at the lustful images in her mind, Christy came. She cried out and jerked her hips up and down, and came. She felt her juices spurt from her pussy onto her fingers. She heard sudden moans from the speaker.
Marianne moaned in relief and husked, “Ohhhh Christy, I’m a mess…I came over my fingers….oh, so hard!”
Christy said, between breaths, “Ohhhhh…..ohhhh…..me tooo…”
After a minute of breathing, Marianne said, “Ohh, darling Christy….do you need to clean up? I do!”
Christy giggled and said, “Oh, I think so. Give me a few minutes? Cause I don’t want to say good night yet. We’ve got to keep talking.”
Marianne said, “Oh yesss…we definitely do!”
(To be continued)
