Karen Miller watched the action on the football field in front of her with a distracted blankness. She knew her girlfriends were taking note of her odd behavior but she repeatedly reassured them that nothing was wrong, that she was just tired. She realized that the way she was acting was going to play into the excuse she would have to make anyway, so she did little to try and mask the nervousness and anxiety she was feeling.
A few sets of bleachers below her and slightly off to the left Kathi Downing directed a furtive look back at her. She almost blinked and looked away, she had done that several times already. This time she held her ground and Kathi's bright blue eyes, slightly shrouded in a bit too much mascara, burned into her. She tried to return the look with as much cool hostility as she could muster.
She had known Kathi only casually all through high school. Together they occupied one of the lower rungs of the high school social ladder; they were late bloomers who had been tall and awkward through most of junior high and high school. Karen's mother had encouraged her to get into athletics in order to overcome her nervousness and frequent clumsiness and she had joined the swim team and started taking dance classes. The workouts had been great for her and in the past couple of years she had finally filled out and, even she had to admit, turned into a very attractive young girl by the time she'd turned eighteen. By then it was a bit too little too late and she still existed in the shadow of the more popular girls at school. Even as an athlete she knew she was a washout; she was a little too tall to be a first-class gymnast and she didn't have the tendency towards anorexia that the most devoted dancers had.
Kathi seemed to have some of the same problems Karen had. Watching her practice gymnastics when she was leaving the natatorium, Karen thought Kathi looked perfectly fine and her body in fact was rather powerful. Karen had worked hard to build up her muscle but she could never match the way Kathi could vault or jump. She often found herself watching Kathi work out or perform in competition because she knew it was the closest she could get to seeing what she herself looked like up there. Kathi's hair was straight honey-blonde, done in almost a pageboy that flared slightly where it touched her shoulders, but she had the same milky-pale skin as Karen's. Karen's hair was dyed a bright, coppery red and it contrasted brilliantly against her glowing, creamy skin; whenever she wore red lipstick, which wasn't often, the effect was dazzling. Boys had finally started noticing her, and that was the problem. In her little social circle it seemed a given that if a boy found her interesting, he would find Kathi interesting, and the blonde girl was always around to catch a boy's eye.
Facially, the two could have been sisters; both had round, soft features, cute pug noses just slightly upturned, full, friendly, heart-shaped mouths and pretty smiles, sparkling blue eyes. Kathi always seemed a little down and moody, and that gave her a cold demeanor that some people took as stuck-up. Karen's eyes were warmer and she was a little more popular, but she often assumed that was because she came from money. Kathi didn't dress quite as nice but she was still an awfully cute girl and Karen often thought that if her hair had been blonde she would look a lot like Kathi.
Karen had never thought of Kathi as an enemy, so when the phone in her bedroom rang one night she was in for a surprise. Karen had finagled her own phone line out of her parents, a concession they had made after she'd made them feel guilty about not buying her a car for her senior year. She chatted with her friends as late at night as she could get away with and had purposely broken the ringer so that it gave out only a quiet rattle that her parents couldn't hear. She was undressed and in bed when the call came and a girl's voice that was only vaguely familiar to her asked if this was Karen. There was a long silence after she said 'yes' and Karen was on the verge of hanging up, but the caller was obviously another girl. Somehow it didn't make sense that a girl would prank call her.
"Do you know me?" the voice asked.
"I don't know. I guess you sound familiar," Karen said, confused.
"I'm Kathi. I'm on the gymnastics team."
"Sure, I know who you are," Karen said at that. Oddly enough she had just been thinking about Kathi as she'd been drifting off to sleep, and even though the other girl couldn't possibly know that she felt herself blushing a little at the thought. There was another odd, long silence on the other end and Karen realized that she was only hearing her own breathing and that of the blonde girl's on the other phone.
"What do you think of me?" the other girl asked.
"What do you mean?" Karen replied, frowning. That was certainly an odd question.
"I mean do you think you're better than me?" Kathi asked. Karen stiffened at that obviously inflammatory question. She tried to remember whether she had ever spoken more than a few words to Kathi but she couldn't come up with an occasion when she had. Had she crossed the blonde somehow without thinking?
"Of course not!" Karen said, unconsciously lowering her voice to a near whisper. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the way you act, Karen. Like you're cuter than me and better than me and you think you know it," Kathi went on. There was something illicit and husky about her voice that Karen didn't like, but in an odd moment she realized that that was exactly what was keeping her from hanging up on the other girl. "You strut around like you think you've got a better body than me."
"I don't do anything of the kind!" Karen hissed. In spite of herself the voice on the other end of the line was getting under her skin. How dare this near stranger call her in the middle of the night and drop this attitude on her? "You've either got a wrong number or you're out of your mind, honey."
"Don't talk to me like that, Karen," Kathi said coldly. "Unless you've got the guts to back your hot talk up."
"What is your problem?" Karen demanded.
"You're my problem. I've thought about calling you for a long time to let you know what I think of you."
"Why? What did I ever do to you?"
"Don't you always watch me practice in the gym after your swimming practices?" Kathi asked. Karen flushed hotly at that revelation. Yes, she had stopped by to watch Kathi on more than one occasion, was it that obvious? She may have caught the blonde's eye once or twice there but she hadn't thought Kathi had noticed her hanging around.
"I just wait there for a ride after practice, so what?" Karen said.
"So you can check out my body, you mean!" Kathi snarled. "I suppose you like comparing it to yours."
Karen's heart was in her throat. Maybe she had checked out Kathi's body a few times. Everybody did it; it was no crime. But she'd never expected to be called on it like this. She glanced across the room at her dresser and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was turning almost as red as her hair. "I don't know where you got that perverted idea, girlfriend," she growled. She had about had enough of this abuse. "Don't put your own sick notions on me."
"I should have called you a long time ago so we could have this out," Kathi pressed on. She was keeping her voice quiet too, and Karen realized she was probably calling from her bedroom with her parents a few doors down, just like Karen. There was something impossibly titillating about that idea, that this horrid, bizarre verbal confrontation was their secret and theirs alone with others so nearby.
"Well you've been thinking about me quite a bit, haven't you?" Karen snapped. "I don't really care about your little lesbian fantasies." She bit that last part out before she really realized what she might be getting into. It was the sort of curt line she'd give to one of her girlfriends, but she'd never used it in a heated confrontation before. She could hear Kathi's voice thicken on the other end of the line as she replied, after a long, deadly silence.
"I'm no lesbian, Miss Redhead," Kathi said with practiced chilliness. "You're the one who likes watching me work out, remember."
"You're the one making late night phone calls to me, honey," Karen said, sensing she was really hitting a nerve. If this little tramp wanted to try to get under her skin she would show her a thing or two.
"You really do think you're hot stuff, don't you?" Kathi said stiffly. "You couldn't get a boy to stare at that body of yours, let alone a girl."
Karen swallowed that in silence for a moment. She had still not had more than a few awkward dates and she had her own insecurities about the opposite sex. "You lesbian bitch," she said finally, speaking slowly and purposefully.
"Don't you dare call me that you stuck up little slut," Kathi said with equal precision. Karen did nothing but breathe hotly for a few moments and listen to Kathi's exhalations steaming out from her earpiece. "You're not brave enough to say something like that to my face."
Karen waited for a moment before answering. "I'd love to say it to your face, blonde," she said levelly.
"You want to meet me?" Kathi asked in reply. There was something game and self-satisfied in the blonde's voice, as if it had all been leading up to this. Karen had never been in a fight before and she wondered for a moment whether a gymnast like Kathi would be too strong for her. Maybe, she thought, but just from watching Kathi as much as she had she sensed that this wasn't a girl who got into catfights all the time.
"If you want to meet me somewhere then let's meet," Karen said coolly.
"Okay," Kathi said. "Behind the gym after the football game Friday night."
It was such a ridiculous request that Karen thought at first it might be a joke, but it quickly became clear that Kathi was serious. She approached Karen abruptly the afternoon of the game outside her locker, and the sudden face to face meeting seemed to put both girls in a stammering, blushing burst of awkwardness. Kathi barely met her gaze as she asked her if she planned on showing up for their meeting.
"Yes, if that's what you want," Karen replied stiffly, trying to find somewhere else to look.
"I don't want anyone else to be there so come alone," Kathi insisted.
It was clear to Karen that she was being railroaded into a schoolyard fight and the idea put a thrill of fear through her body, but she was also angry at being put in the position and her annoyance gave her the spine to bite back a reply to the blonde girl: "I don't need anyone else to help me so don't worry."
At that Kathi glared at her and the two exchanged their first openly hostile glances. Kathi seemed to flush with anger and her full, heart-shaped mouth opened a bit, giving Karen a flash of teeth. She looked quickly down at Karen's chest and the little hint of cleavage the sweater she was wearing showed. Karen blushed herself and automatically looked down at Kathi's chest just to even things out. She had always thought Kathi showed off her bustline more than she should, but that didn't mean she thought Kathi was really any bigger than her. Her body and Kathi's seemed to have reached maturity about the same time, and while neither was exactly busty, Karen was proud of her breasts and more than happy to show them off at the proper time. She had to admit Kathi's were nice, but she didn't have to be all THAT proud of them...
Almost as soon as the two girls realized that they had so openly checked each other out like this a wave of embarrassment struck them both, and Kathi turned away, blinking rapidly. If she felt anything like Karen did her whole body was tingling and sweaty at the confrontation, minute as it was. Kathi briefly reiterated the meeting place and time and Karen agreed to it immediately. There seemed nothing more to say so Kathi walked away.
Karen had deliberated over her outfit for the evening with great care. She had stared at herself in her light blue bra and panties for half an hour, wondering if she had what it took to be in a fight. To her, her toned young body looked soft, delicate and girlish despite the muscle in her legs, hips and arms and her flat, smoothly sculpted stomach. She eyed her high, round breasts appraisingly, remembering when Kathi had looked right down at them as if she hated that part of Karen's body more than anything. Karen had caught boys looking at her chest before and of course she checked out other girls from time to time out of curiosity just like the other girls, but she had to admit that all the popular girls were too busy checking out each others' bodies to be much concerned with hers. She had never had such a naked stare aimed at her breasts, especially from another girl. She didn't know whether to be angered by the look or embarrassed, and the fact that it had somehow goaded her into staring at Kathi's bust only made her feel even more humiliated.
She had heard terrible things about other girlfights in the school but somehow she couldn't imagine Kathi ever having been in a real fight, the blonde seemed as nervous at the prospect as she had. It was still warm out and the early summer nights had been muggy; she was tempted to wear sweatpants or some other loose, protective clothing but it was just too hot. She pulled on a pair of denim shorts and a small T-shirt and damned the consequences. Maybe Kathi would laugh at her when she saw her.
She was almost relieved when she saw Kathi herself wearing a pair of vertically-striped white shorts and a tank top. Maybe the other girl would call the whole thing off, she thought. But the meaningful glances Kathi kept shooting her throughout the game didn't seem to make that very likely. Before she knew it the football game was over and she was numbly making her excuses to her friends. In the cattle-like exodus of the crowd from the stadium she lost track of Kathi, and she loitered long enough for her friends to disappear and then made her way towards the school across the back field in near darkness, the bright lights of the football field fading behind her.
The night was still warm but she nevertheless felt goosebumps rising on her bare legs as she made her way to the back of the gymnasium structure. She felt chilly and nervous, her heart sticking in her throat. She glanced behind her frequently but no one was following her. Maybe Kathi had just gone home. She had virtually convinced herself of that and was almost ready to turn around when she made out a lighter shape against the dark brick of the gym. She hesitated, not wanting to proceed any further if this turned out to be a stranger, but the shape quickly disengaged itself from the wall and began walking toward her. She soon recognized it as Kathi and reluctantly began walking toward her. Once the blonde saw that it was her she turned and walked back to the brick wall, then turned again to face Karen.
Karen walked to within a few steps of Kathi and tried to control her breathing. She didn't think it was too obvious how scared she was, particularly given how dark it was. Kathi looked pale and ghostly in the reflected light of the now distant stadium, and for a second Karen found herself staring at the blonde's round bustline, packed into her gray tank top. In the darkness she wondered if Kathi could even tell.
"So I thought we should settle this," Kathi started. "I'm glad to see you want to, too."
"Sure, whatever," Karen said, keeping her voice down. She didn't know if anyone was in earshot but Kathi was talking too loud for her. "How do you want to settle it?"
As if picking up on her concern Kathi took a couple of steps toward her until she was about a foot away. When she spoke again she pitched her voice lower. "How do you want to?"
"I don't care. Just don't call me and try to pick a fight unless you really want one," Karen said, with more conviction than she was really feeling. She had entertained the notion of trying to talk Kathi out of fighting but she had to admit she was still very angry at the blonde girl.
"Well we're all alone out here so we can do anything we want to each other," Kathi said.
"Oh really?" Karen said. "You want to do something to me? Like what?"
"Maybe show you you're not all that," Kathi replied.
"I can show you the same thing, real easy," Karen shot back.
"Think you're cuter than me?" Kathi said tauntingly, moving closer. "Think you're prettier than me?"
"So what if I do?" Karen asked. "You think you're prettier between us?"
"Yeah, that's right, Karen," Kathi said, nodding. "Think you're sexy?"
Karen couldn't figure out what Kathi was getting at but the blonde was really getting under her skin. If she was going to throw this kind of bait around Karen didn't mind taking it. "Let's put it this way," she said heatedly, "I think I'm a hell of a lot sexier than you are."
"Is that so?" Kathi said, squaring her hands on her hips provocatively. "Well if you're such a hottie why not come here and prove it." The blonde extended one leg and kicked idly at the ground between them as if drawing an imaginary line.
Somehow the blonde didn't look ready for a fight. Karen's heart was fluttering but she decided to call Kathi's bluff; she stepped forward easily and moved until she was right in Kathi's face. "Okay, I'm here, so you show me who's the hottie between us two."
Kathi eyed the redhead coolly, flicking her black lashes down and briefly eyeing Karen's mouth. "You kiss good, Karen?"
Karen swallowed. She felt like something threatening was approaching her, something invisible whose shape she couldn't make out in the dark. "I kiss just fine if it's any of your business."
"Really," Kathi said coquettishly. "That's interesting because I've been told you're not very good."
"Sounds like they were trying to make you feel good," Karen replied uncertainly.
"Oh they made me feel VERY good. But they said you weren't much at kissing. I guess you just don't kiss sexy. Like I do."
Karen felt herself bristle hotly at that. "I doubt it," she said thickly. She knotted her fists a little, certain that Kathi was trying to goad her into doing something first. But the blonde was taking an odd tack at it and Karen felt herself flushing as she wondered a little bit just how good Kathi really was at kissing. How much was there to it, really? She wasn't surprised that boys liked Kathi. Even Karen liked watching her on the balance beam or running around the gym. Now that her eyes had adjusted to the light she could see the way the blonde's skin glowed, and her tank top showed off her well-sculpted arms and shoulders. Karen wondered if her bare arms looked as good, and she flushed hotly once again as she saw Kathi's mascara'd eyes flicking over her lean body.
Suddenly Kathi stepped in much closer to Karen until their faces were only a few inches apart. When she spoke again her voice was barely above a whisper. "Well I think we should find out, priss." Karen stiffened at the sound of that.
"What do you mean, find out?" Karen asked.
"Let's find out who kisses better, Karen."
"How do you think? Let's compare kisses."
Karen still didn't understand. Kathi had her hands on her hips and as she eyed Karen appraisingly she bit her full lower lip. She glanced down at Karen's mouth and the redhead felt she was being measured and weighed like a cut of meat. When it became clear that Karen still didn't comprehend what she was talking about Kathi said "If you think you can outkiss me then just try it, Karen. Let's see you kiss me and show me who's better."
"You're crazy if you think I came out here to kiss you," Karen snapped hotly, wondering what in hell Kathi was trying to prove.
"Afraid you can't take it?" Kathi said, stepping forward until she was well inside Karen's personal space. The two girls were almost nose to nose now and Kathi's striking face filled Karen's frame of vision. She was wearing some kind of perfume Karen had never smelled before and the fact that she had worn perfume at all on this night when she must have known she wouldn't be coming across any boys struck Karen as strange. Kathi was trying to prove something all right but Karen didn't know what it was. But she could feel herself burning inside every time the blonde made some smart remark. With Kathi this close she could really only see her face and her chest, and she was uncomfortably aware of the other girl's bust very close to hers. She couldn't see much of Kathi's hips but the other girl's wide-legged stance seemed to be an open challenge as well. Did she really think she would make Karen flinch away just by moving her body up so close?
"I thought you wanted to fight me," Karen said finally, uncertain where else to take this. The idea of kissing Kathi infuriated her, but she couldn't help thinking it might be preferable to a violent catfight, something she'd never experienced. Yet now she almost found herself arguing for the fight.
"Who says kissing isn't fighting?" Kathi said quietly. "I think that's just the kind of fight you and I should have."
"Why is that?" Karen demanded. Just what was the blonde implying?
"Because I'm sure you've always thought you were prettier than me and now I bet you think you're sexier than me. That's what we're fighting about, isn't it?"
"So if I beat up that cute little body of yours that doesn't mean I'm sexier than you. But maybe if I make you beg me to stop kissing you you'll admit I'm the hotter girl."
Karen stared at the blonde, overcome for a moment with a cold fury. She was appalled by what Kathi was suggesting and equally angry at the implication that it would be Karen rather than Kathi who would be begging for mercy if they kissed each other. Up until now the entire concept of kissing as a fight or a contest had made no sense to her, but as Karen had listened to Kathi and felt an instant flood of jealousy and competition, she had a flashing vision of locking her lips up with the blonde's and somehow ravishing her into a whimpering, beaten woman. She didn't know if it were really possible but at least for an instant she thought she would like to do that to Kathi, that it would serve the big snotty blonde right.
She could feel her heart pounding now in the middle of the clearing, with only the sound of crickets and distant barking dogs between them. She knew somehow that whatever she said next would settle the course of what was about to happen, and she knew also that leaving with Kathi's challenge unanswered wasn't an option. She had never liked Kathi but had always found something interesting about her. Now she was beginning to see the blonde as an enemy, but of a kind she'd never encountered before. The other girls at school either ignored her or accepted her as a friend, a harmless companion. Kathi clearly saw Karen as a threat and there was something empowering about that. Maybe she thought she would invite Karen out here and intimidate her with a few well-chosen words, shock her and never have to lay a hand on her in order to establish her dominance. But as well-behaved and unassuming as she was, Karen had always had a hot temper and a good deal of resentment of the popular girls who ignored her. Maybe she couldn't get their attention without making a fool of herself but she felt she was on more than equal footing with Kathi. She didn't have to let the blonde get the best of her.
Karen took a deep breath and stepped into Kathi's space slightly until her nose actually brushed the blonde's. Her mouth was dry but she swallowed and licked her lips before saying "If we ever kissed you'd be the one begging for me to stop, Kathi."
She both heard and felt Kathi's deep breaths quicken at that, and for a moment the two girls simply stared into each other's eyes and breathed raggedly and nervously, to Karen it sounded like they had both just emerged from a few laps around the track. She closed her mouth to shut off the sound and almost subconsciously pursed her lips. She saw Kathi lick her own when she glanced down at the other girl's mouth; she hadn't meant it as a punctuation to her challenge but the fiery look Kathi returned made it obvious that was the way the blonde had taken it.
"You think you can outkiss me, girlfriend?" Kathi said hotly.
Kathi's rejoinder was equally quick: "Prove it," she said. "Come on, let's kiss." The blonde cocked her head backward, thrusting out her lower jaw arrogantly. Almost for the first time Karen noticed that the blonde was wearing bright red, glossy lipstick that made her thick lips glimmer slickly in the moonlight. Karen often wore red lip gloss to complement her bright red hair and she had done so today without even thinking. She too was tilting her head back as Kathi came in nose to nose with her, delicately feinting face to face with the blonde. Kathi kept leading and started to press her chin against Karen's little by little. Karen kept her nose against the blonde's, maintaining a last safety zone between her mouth and Kathi's. The girls were circling slowly, carefully maintaining their balance in the dark. All either had to do was slip past the other's little nose to plant her lips on her rival's.
"Come on, Karen," Kathi goaded.
"YOU come on," Karen said.
"You're afraid of me," Kathi said.
"You don't impress me, girl," Karen said smoothly. She managed to keep her composure but the words and the face-off were flooding her body with adrenaline. Every time she or Kathi spoke their breaths came in rasping, trembling bursts. Karen could feel herself shaking, her heart pounding, as she tried to work up the courage to touch her lips to Kathi's. She knew if Kathi kissed her first she might flinch away and cede some of the psychological battle to the blonde.
"You'll be impressed when I kiss your mouth raw, girl," Kathi promised.
Karen snorted a little and rolled her eyes. "Please," she purred. "I'll kiss your cute little mouth off."
"In your dreams you will, honey," Kathi replied. She pressed in harder with her chin against Karen's and suddenly Karen felt the light pressure of the blonde's chest brushing against hers. She trembled and felt a flush of pleasure tingling through her back and shoulders. She had never, ever had another girl's breasts up against hers, not even accidentally, and in the middle of this tense showdown the sensation only compounded her feelings of excitement. She felt for the first time that she was doing something secret, something incredibly forbidden. Maybe she'd have felt the same if she and Kathi had started making out some night, but she didn't think so, she'd had her little fleeting moments of fun with girls and it had been exciting, but nothing like this. Something about the hostility, the rivalry between her and Kathi made this encounter different than anything she'd ever experienced.
"Are you ready for me, you bitch?" Kathi whispered. Karen felt her heart pound and her respiration flutter at the sound of that first, dirty word from the blonde. She didn't dare herself to speak; instead she only gave the slightest, slow nod of her head and pressed her chin even harder against Kathi's. As if on a silent, agreed-upon signal the girls separated just slightly, giving each other a tiny amount of room to move. Karen even arched her back a little and kept her bust in contact with Kathi's as the two girls tilted their heads slowly in opposite directions. She could tell that Kathi was trembling in anticipation by this point too, and she glanced nervously down at the girl's parted, red-glossed lips so close to hers. She knew she should just grind into Kathi, bite her or even knee the other girl's crotch which was now wide open to attack, but Karen was mesmerized by the idea of the contest that was now mere seconds from beginning.
Kathi's head was now at almost a forty-five degree angle to her own and her nose slipped past Karen's as she snuggled in closer. The blonde's cool breath filled Karen's mouth and the sound of their mingling breathing climbed in volume as their parted lips came within a hair's breadth of touching. At the last second Karen tilted her head forward and put a tiny bit of distance between their lips before whispering "I've been ready for you for a long time, you dirty slut."
Something between a gasp and a snarl bridged the gap between the two girls' mouths and then Kathi feinted inward and Karen took the bait. Neither girl quite intended it but between their two moves their soft girl lips brushed and then held stickily. Karen felt the warm tingling soak her back with a cold sweat that spread quickly to her buttocks and thighs before settling deep in her groin. Kathi's mouth was on hers, hot and moist, sticking to her lip against lip. And they were still only dancing, giving each other the lightest, caressing touches. Karen could feel Kathi's tank top gliding against her chest, could feel the other girl trembling against her and knew she must be quivering against Kathi too. Neither girl had dominated the other yet; in fact Karen wondered whether the contest had really even begun. If this was the beginning she truly wondered whether she would survive the end.
Suddenly something impossibly slippery, warm and wet snaked across her lips. Karen immediately recoiled, almost slapping her hands across her mouth in shock, then suffering a wave of humiliation as she realized what had happened. Kathi's eyes were bright with triumph as she stared at the redhead.
"You're not too tough with your tongue, are you, Karen?" she demanded. "You really ARE a priss, aren't you?"
Karen was furious, both at herself and at Kathi. She had been so absorbed in the mere touching of lips that she hadn't even thought of what would naturally follow that. She composed herself and hoped she looked less flustered than she felt. She knew she would have to act instantly if she was going to keep Kathi from taking advantage of this and her own anger helped her to snap out a curt response to Kathi's taunt: "At least I'm not a pussy like you!" She felt a flood of adrenaline even as that one dirty word passed her lips, and the hot flash that moved through her body gave her the strength to immediately close the distance between herself and the blonde once again.
Kathi backed off slightly but tried to meet her again, again pushing her chest and chin against Karen's. Both girls were breathing hard now as they jostled against each other; Karen grabbed Kathi's bare arms in order to pull her closer but the blonde instantly shrugged out of the hold and smacked her grasping fingers away. "Don't you call me a pussy, honey," she said threateningly.
"I'll call you a pussy if I want to!" Karen snapped. So far Kathi was keeping her effectively off balance and it infuriated her. The wetness from the blonde's first lick was still fresh on her mouth and she wanted payback immediately. She made another grab for Kathi, this time snatching a belt loop on her shorts and smacking her other hand around the back of the blonde's neck. Kathi grunted as Karen yanked her in close and Karen's forehead butted against Kathi's roughly as she sought out the blonde's mouth. For a moment the girls hugged and strained against each other and Karen flashed her tongue out, stabbing it against Kathi's moist lips several times and even slicking across her teeth before the blonde broke the hold, gasping. The girls staggered back away from each other and Karen saw Kathi's boobs jiggle a little under her tank top. She was suddenly struck by the size of the other girl's breasts; they almost seemed bigger now than they had at the beginning of the encounter. She knew Kathi was wearing a bra but she thought she could see the shadows of the blonde's nipples poking through the cotton tank top fabric. Almost unconsciously she glanced down at her own breasts in her short-sleeved, collared shirt. They didn't look quite as large but her shirt wasn't as tight. In fact her breasts felt heavy and tight, throbbing against her bra, and she could feel a new tightness at their tips as her own nipples strained against her bra cups.
She had always avoided showering after gymnastic practice and gym, preferring to do that at home in private, so she had never seen Kathi naked, but she couldn't help wondering how the other girl's body compared to hers. The girls were circling each other, glaring into each other's eyes with a mixture of daring anger and nervousness. Karen was still tingling all over, not just from Kathi's tongue attack but from her own tasting of the blonde's lips and teeth. Kathi feinted in a little closer and she stumbled back warily. She was beginning to wonder whether she could really handle what might be coming. If just touching her tongue against another woman's lips made her feel like this she wasn't sure how she'd react to anything more.
"What's the matter, Karen?" Kathi said huskily, as if she was reading her thoughts. "Can't take it?"
"I can take anything you give out!" Karen shot back. The response was automatic but she honestly didn't know whether she believed it. She felt panicky and overheated; she had never been involved in anything of this intensity before.
"You want me to show you how I kissed your boyfriend, sweetie?" Kathi said, and Karen felt the uncertainty dissipate in a cloud of fury.
"Come on and show me," Karen said coldly. She stood her ground and put her hands on her hips slowly. As Kathi stopped and stared at her Karen idly undid a button of her blouse and spread her legs a little, taking a wider stance. "I said come on and show me, Kathi."
Kathi approached slowly, almost stalking forward for a moment as if expecting a lunge from Karen. But she managed to compose herself and, eyeing Karen up and down provocatively, she put on the same sultry pose, slowly placing her hands on her hips and extending a leg out gracefully. Karen waited for her coolly, stealing another look at the blonde's bustline as she approached. Kathi caught the look and returned it with that same bitchy, contemptuous glance at Karen's breasts that she'd given her earlier that day.
"Oh I WILL show you, Karen!" Kathi hissed as she moved within a few inches of the redhead. "I hope you're ready because I will lick you till you can't take it anymore!"
Karen licked her own drying lips before replying. "I dare you to lick with me, Kathi. I just dare you."
"You think you're better than me, honey?" Kathi demanded.
"I think you're a cheap tramp," Karen said flatly.
"And you're a cheap, stuck-up slut," Kathi accused. Every time she heard one of these dirty words pass the lips of Kathi or herself Karen felt a wave of hot pleasure shoot through her. She had been raised very strictly and never talked like this with her friends, even as a joke. She could feel a fierce little flame burning deep in her crotch now, as if the soft little tufts of pubic hair pressing against her panty crotch were on fire. She wanted to hear Kathi say even more to her.
"Then let's just compete tramp against slut, honey," she said, almost amazing herself with her own growing, carnal imagination. "I thought you said you were going to out-lick me."
"You bet I will, tramp," Kathi said as she moved forward. The girls' breaths quickened into panic mode again as they collided breast to breast and their mouths darted around one another, seeking the best mode of attack. Karen's mouth yawned and Kathi lunged up against her, their lips smacked for a second and then Karen twisted to the left. The girls' pearly teeth clattered against each other as they hit and locked for a second, clicking like castanets in the quiet clearing. Karen thrashed and dodged out of the kiss, felt her soft cheek press against Kathi's cheek and mouth.
Kathi's powerful arms suddenly encircled her waist, drawing her in close. "Quit trying to get away from me, priss!" she growled. Karen immediately grabbed Kathi's arms and sank her fingers into the other girl's thick, meaty biceps.
"I don't want to get away from you, bitch!" she snapped, tugging Kathi closer. After a few short breaths the girls calmed down again, dangling their open mouths a mere tongue's length apart, foreheads pressing together.
"Come on!" Kathi whispered. The girls were moving almost in a slow dance now as they focused all their attention on each other. Karen knew there was no escape now; she could feel Kathi bracing herself against her, controlling her movements, and she put real pressure on the other girl's arms, trying to show the blonde that she too had real muscle to be put to bear in the struggle. Their noses touched and again Kathi dashed forward to land the first blow, slashing her tongue quickly across Karen's pretty mouth. Karen flinched but as electrifying as the touch of the other girl's tongue still was, it didn't carry the raw shock of the first contact. She took the lick, trembling, and returned it quickly, getting a good, slick taste of Kathi's mouth and lipstick. In between the licks their breath came ragged again; anyone listening to them without seeing what they were doing might have thought the two girls were lifting weights for all the effort that sounded from their open mouths.
For almost a minute the two combatants just exchanged increasingly longer and more spiteful licks across each other's mouths and teeth. There was no attempt yet to engage tongues, and Karen was keenly aware of the fact that her tongue had not yet touched Kathi's. She had almost acclimated herself to the mouth licking contest but she didn't know what she would do when and if they went tongue against tongue. Beneath their dueling mouths she could feel the whisper of Kathi's tank top rubbing its full load against her blouse. Her breasts felt heavy and hot; every time Kathi took a breath she could feel the other girl's boobs harden like rocks and press against hers, and she began shoving forward a little with her own chest each time she drew in breath to see if she could push Kathi's breasts back. She quickly felt Kathi responding to that challenge, grinding her bust against Karen's more insistently.
"You still haven't licked me for real, honey," Kathi whispered, and Karen knew exactly what she meant.
"I don't think your tongue could handle mine," Karen said huskily, her voice raw with lust. She was bluffing but for all she knew Kathi was as nervous as she was.
"I can handle anything that pretty body of yours has," Kathi growled, and Karen felt almost dizzy at the response. She felt hyper-aware of every curve, every soft spot and every stiff part hidden under Kathi's tight clothes, just inches from her own body.
"Just because you've got that sexy body doesn't mean you can handle what I've got," Karen said, her eyes blazing into Kathi's. Now the gauntlet had really been thrown down and Karen felt herself sliding into even more unfamiliar waters. She felt almost a glow about her at the sound of her rival's voice describing her body as pretty, and the idea of telling another girl in the middle of a confrontation that she thought her body was sexy really seemed to cross some forbidden line. Karen had to struggle to define what was happening now. She seemed to be in a fight but there was very little fighting going on... or at least it was a kind of fight she had never experienced before.
"Maybe you think I'm sexy and maybe I think you're sexy too," Kathi groaned, "But I'm sexier than you and my tongue is sexier than yours."
"I don't think so, Kathi," Karen breathed. "I think I've got the sexier and hotter tongue between the two of us."
"Just try me, baby," Kathi hissed. "Just try licking what I've got." Her thick, blood red lips parted wide and Karen could contain herself no longer. She extended her tongue, let it dance like a snake outside her mouth, and beneath her nose she could see Kathi's undulating out to meet it. Gauging her strike carefully, she snapped her tongue suddenly erect and lashed out, licking across Kathi's. Kathi gasped and immediately slashed back, hugging Karen to her closely and curling her tongue around the redhead's. The girls screwed their tongues together for a few sizzling seconds before breaking off again, gasping. Karen's pulse was hammering in her ears.
"I knew you couldn't take it," Karen said contemptuously. At that Kathi lunged forward again and Karen immediately extended her tongue to meet the blonde's. The tingling, wet probes tangled and clamped around each other and Karen grimaced at the waves of sensation shattering through her body. Kathi pressed her chest against Karen's hard now and as she licked hungrily at the redhead Karen felt like her breasts were going to explode, like her crotch was being tickled with an electric wire. But she still managed to lick back viciously at Kathi and was gratified to feel the blonde quivering against her and moaning under her touch. The girls danced around each other, lunging and feinting with their tongues and gasping at each wet invasion of their sensitive, vulnerable mouths. Again Kathi wrapped a strong arm around Karen's slender waist and drew her body inward and again Karen gripped the blonde's rippling, creamy arms for support. The girls braced against each other, legs spread, and the action began to slow measurably as they pressed harder chin to chin and chest to chest. Karen managed to slash her tongue roughly around Kathi's waiting mouth and the blonde returned the favor until their mouths and jaws were deep pink from smeared lipstick.
Karen's left hand slipped up Kathi's strong arms and shoulders, finally digging into her straw-colored, soft hair and curling it around her fingers. With her right hand she gripped Kathi's lower jaw and put all her strength into controlling the position of Kathi's face; for a second she saw the other girl's exposed neck muscles bulge and flex as she fought against the redhead. But as if sensing what Karen wanted she extended her tongue its full length outside her mouth and Karen jabbed her tongue tip downward and ran it back and forth over the surface of Kathi's bare tongue, tracing it from delicate tip to thick, fleshy base while Kathi flinched and gasped in ecstasy. The blonde finally forced her away and after a few minutes of sweaty, grunting wrestling with their upper arms she reversed the position, Karen felt Kathi's hands in her hair and the tough grip of the blonde's fingers on her soft face and jawline. Bending her backwards, Kathi descended in total control for a moment and Karen defiantly thrust her tongue outward, daring Kathi to ream her the same way she had done the blonde. Kathi obliged and slashed her tongue back and forth across the full length of Karen's, sending waves of dirty pleasure through the redhead. Kathi switched her grip and again tugged Karen's body closer to her, fought her mouth closer to her rival's, and Karen hungrily responded, pressing chin to chin with the blonde once more.
Now Karen could feel Kathi's thick lips brushing her own raw mouth, and she was able to force her tongue deeper into the hot pink cavern gaping in front of her. At the same time Kathi's tongue snaked past her lips and entered her, violently exploring the inside of her mouth. Both girls managed to land soft but purposeful bites, catching tongue tips or soft lips between their front teeth and holding just long enough to wring a sharp squeal of pain out of her rival before letting go. For the first time she clamped her soft lips around Kathi's and sealed their two dueling tongues off into their own private, steaming arena. Kathi's tongue plunged deep into her mouth, almost choking Karen as it coiled around her tongue like a python, but Karen managed to slide her own tongue past it. Grunting, she rammed it like a piston deep into Kathi's mouth and began a relentless pumping action, pounding her pink whip into her enemy again and again. High-pitched groans of pleasure and alarm peeled out of the blonde as Karen ravaged her, and suddenly Karen felt Kathi's hands slip from around her waist downward, touching the tops of her pelvis and then suddenly swooping down to clutch and squeeze at her two firm, round buns.
Karen suddenly found herself moaning against Kathi's tongue, answering the blonde in a subverbal language. No one had ever touched her like this before. She remembered the times she had checked out Kathi's cute, strong-looking bottom and without thinking she removed one hand from the blonde's hair and reached down to dig her strong fingers into one of Kathi's pulsing, muscular buttocks. She could feel her swollen, abraded lips sticking to Kathi's with a mix of saliva and sweet lipstick; for that moment she couldn't imagine pulling her mouth away from the other girl's. They seemed locked together in a way that wouldn't allow separation. Both girls pounded away at each other with their tongues, each trying to outdo the other with this intimate, secret assault, each trying to lick deeper and more violently than her rival. Their bodies were pressed together tightly and Karen could feel every shift of muscle, every jiggle, every snarl of friction of Kathi's body rubbing, pressing and grinding against hers.
Suddenly she felt something hard slam against her back, almost forcing the wind out of her, and she realized Kathi had wrestled her up against the brick wall of the gym. The blonde's toned, beautifully defined thighs pressed between hers like two vises, forcing her own equally muscled legs apart and jabbing her strong, hot pelvis against Karen's. She pulled her mouth away from Karen's with a loud smacking sound and a gasp of air, and Karen could see Kathi's striking eyes were bright with tears, mascara smudging around their edges. As hot and afraid as she was, she knew she was blinking tears back herself. She was glad to see Kathi was as traumatized by the encounter as she was. Her head fell against the blonde's neck and shoulder and she could feel Kathi press against her, nestling into her neck and shoulders as well. She gasped raggedly, eyes squeezed shut, her mouth still on fire from the last few moments of tongue fighting, her breasts aching against Kathi's. She thought she felt Kathi squeeze into her a little with her chest and she moaned as she felt her compacted nipples twisted inside her bra cups. The slightest movement of Kathi's chest against hers produced a storm of sensation.
Suddenly Kathi's hands left her buns and moved upward, digging between the two girls violently. Before she even knew what was happening Karen felt Kathi's hands on her breasts, squeezing the hot globes and twisting their skin between her fingers. The feeling was agonizing, but Kathi seemed to be pressed too hard against her for her to retaliate. "Get your hands off me bitch!" she snarled into Kathi's face, but the blonde wasn't having it. Karen squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face as she felt her nipples being crushed between the fabric of her bra and blouse and Kathi's powerful fingers.
"I've wanted to feel you out for a long time, Miss Priss, and now I'm going to do it!" Kathi growled. Any earlier in the fight and Karen might have been overwhelmed by the blonde's down and dirty anger, but she could hear the quavering in Kathi's voice and the touch of desperation in her efforts.
"Then I'll feel you too!" Karen snarled, redoubling her efforts to force Kathi's body away from hers. She managed to get one hand on Kathi's left breast before she even realized what she was doing. It felt hot and heavy in her hand, deliciously yielding as she sank her fingers into it and Kathi grimaced in pain. Kathi's crotch felt like a hot iron against her vulva and she almost felt the blonde girl press down a little harder with her groin against Karen's as the two squeezed each other's breasts.
"You wanna feel then let's really feel!" Kathi snarled, tears streaming down her face. She dragged her nails roughly down the front of Karen's blouse, tearing the buttons away and raking down the redhead's smooth, creamy belly. Then she dug into the front of Karen's shorts and curled her fingers around the waistband of her panties. Karen gasped as the blonde tugged upward and she felt the red satin slip between her buns and force its way between her soft labia before pressing hard against her bush. Kathi glowered down at her madly nose to nose and Karen desperately fought back as the blonde's fist twisted her panties around itself. She clawed her way down Kathi's shorts and slipped her fingers inside the other girl's underwear, grabbed a handful of soft blonde pubic hair and tugged upward, grinding her knuckles into Kathi's hot mound.
Locked into an insane impasse, Kathi and Karen glared into each other's eyes, snarling, and for a few crazed seconds licked at each other again tongue to tongue. Karen didn't know what she was doing but she could feel Kathi gyrating against her ferociously as if something was coming to a head, and she could feel her own body bucking under the blonde's dirty attack. She felt as raw as if she'd been rope-burned all over herself and her clothes were hot and damp with sweat. But she still wanted to make Kathi scream.
Both girls managed to clamp their fingers down on each other's mounds and twist pubic hair and in a second they separated, falling back against the cold gymnasium wall, gasping for air. Their shorts were unsnapped and open to the air; Kathi's tank top was ripped and Karen's blouse had been torn open and was now buttonless. Their faces, necks and arms were red with scratches. As if on a signal Kathi lashed out and slapped Karen across the face as if in violent rebuke for the redhead's attack on her crotch. Karen took the blow, her head ringing from it, but returned it instantly and sent Kathi staggering back. Blonde and redhead now stood up away from the wall and faced each other with a new, dangerous ferocity. Karen's red-bra'd breasts were still hidden in the shadows of her ruined blouse but she arched her back and spread her legs wide as she faced Kathi down, daring the other girl to make a move, and Kathi matched her, the two girls crouching like panthers, sweat and tears glimmering off each other's faces and bodies in the moonlight. Karen stared at the blonde and wondered what would happen now. There had been something terrifying but also safe about the perverse little kissing duel, but there had been no denying the violence of the encounter's last few minutes. Karen glared defiantly into Kathi's eyes, but the tears on both girls' faces underlined their uncertainty and fear. Karen didn't know if she was ready for this kind of fight.
Kathi took a single step forward, extending a perfect, bare thigh, and Karen braced herself to renew the conflict, her heart pounding. But then something seemed to collapse inside the blonde. A new well of tears streamed down her face that she struggled to blink away. Suddenly she turned away and her body shook with sobs. Then Kathi marched away defiantly into the night while Karen watched.
Alone in the clearing, Karen waited for Kathi to disappear before she too allowed herself to wash the experience away with a burst of tears. After the heat of the fight her scratches and abrasions were starting to make themselves felt, and she knew her clothes were ruined. She checked her watch and saw that it was past midnight. She had no idea how long her encounter with Kathi had lasted.
She snuck home and managed to get up to her bedroom without waking anyone in her family up. She longed to take a shower but she knew her parents would find that odd, so she hid her filthy outfit and cleaned herself up as much as she could in her room. She lay in the darkness and far from trying to forget the fight, she wound up replaying every instant of it she could remember in her mind. She had no idea why Kathi had wanted to start this showdown between them but she hoped she had given the blonde more than she bargained for. As terrible as it had been there had been something empowering about standing up to someone like that physically. But at the same time she had never imagined the meeting would take the turn it had. It stunned her, and even infuriated her, that Kathi seemed to have had something so dirty planned for her all along.
For every moment of anxiety thoughts of the skirmish produced, however, Karen had an equal moment of satisfaction. She really hadn't been ready for Kathi at all, yet she felt she had more than withstood this attack on her womanhood. She peeled her ruined blouse off and slipped out of her shorts and for a moment admired the luminous, beautifully curved, athletic body in the mirror. She was bruised and even cut in some places but to Karen her young body looked somehow more feminine than it ever had; even her striking red hair gave a more eye-catching contrast to her creamy face and neck now when it was tangled in sweaty chaos. She wondered what Kathi looked like now, if she was eyeing her own body the same way Karen was. She knew she would certainly never look at Kathi the same way again.
Now she would have to go back to school and face her every day, Karen realized. Every time they passed in the hallway they would share this secret from the world. Kathi had started all this yet she had been the one to retreat when things came to a head, Karen realized. She wondered how the blonde girl felt about that. She cupped her aching breasts, feeling the tightness at their points. Her bra still felt hot, tight and abrasive over her boobs and she reached behind herself to unclasp the garment. She felt cool air and an almost elastic feeling of release as she peeled the cups away from her tender breasts. She flinched as she pulled them off the tips of her breasts then gasped as she saw what lay underneath the bra cups.
Her nipples had somehow stiffened and lengthened to twice the size they were normally. They stuck out like antennae and Karen swore they must be sticking out more than an inch from her aureoles. Gingerly she touched the tip of one and flinched at its sensitivity; it was rubbery and warm, reddened from being twisted up and confined inside her bra. At the same time she saw that the front of her red silk panties were shiny and dark with moisture. She thought it might be sweat but as she peeled the underwear away from her crotch she saw that her coppery pubic hair was glistening with a pungent dew. And something pink was peeking out from the tufts of curly hair like a little tongue. Karen shivered as she realized it was her clitoris, actually extending out from the soft folds of her labia like a horn. What was happening to her?
Kathi slunk into her parents' house as quietly as she could. Unlike Karen's, her parents had a roomy basement and a shower, and she knew she could clean herself up there without waking anyone else in the house. She soaped herself in the shower, feeling a mixture of elation and crushing defeat. She had finally dealt with her long fascination with Karen, and in some ways it had gone far better than she could have ever wished. She really hadn't planned out the encounter, but she knew she was going to force Karen to face up to the physical relationship they had always danced around. She had thought Karen might run away from the idea, but she also knew there was something in the redhead that would never back down from a challenge. Karen thought too much of herself to let herself be bullied. Kathi had chosen that route at her own risk. She had wondered if she might have to just fight Karen in order to feel out her creamy body but Karen had amazed her by responding to her challenge to the kissing duel.
She stared into the mirror at her dark, hard nipples after she got out of the shower. They had always been overly large as far as she was concerned but tonight they were like weapon muzzles, thick and stiff. And there was a new tightness between her legs, too, something straining against the pubic fur down there.
She slipped into her bedroom and turned on one of the dimmer lights, then immediately dug out her collection. She had hundreds of sketches of women's bodies, some from her art classes, some she'd done in private, some she'd collected. And there were photos of Karen cut out of yearbooks, even a few color ones she'd filched from the yearbook staff. Kathi had always been drawn to women's bodies and something about Karen had always held her interest even when she was younger. The redhead seemed so similar to her, the same athletic build and pale skin. They had even hung out together for awhile when they were still awkward adolescents trying out for different athletic teams at their high school. But Karen had drifted away from her, if she had even ever noticed their friendship in the first place. Kathi had forgotten about her for awhile, but as she felt her own body filling out and her female hormones driving her crazy she had found herself thinking of the redhead more and more. Kathi didn't consider herself a lesbian, she didn't even like hearing the word. She hated listening to her friends talking trash and exchanging dirty secrets about each other or their boyfriends. But there was something about the way the sight of Karen's body and the outfits she would wear affected Kathi that she had to understand.
There was something about Karen that reminded her of herself, Kathi knew. Maybe it was just the other girl's body, her height, the way she carried herself. The fact that she seemed awkward in some situations... and the fact that she seemed to have a hairtrigger temper that she wanted to hide from the world. Whenever Karen looked at her she had that expression that said she felt she was looking at an equal, someone who might want the same things she did, and someone who might be motivated to prevent Kathi from getting what she wanted for that very reason.
Kathi had been grateful for the opportunity to press at some of the buttons she thought the redheaded girl had. And she had been delighted when Karen hadn't backed down. She honestly didn't know what she had planned for their meeting but somewhere she'd heard of Karen bragging about what a good kisser she was. And she'd wanted to force the redheaded girl into a confrontation that would test her threshold of modesty. She wanted to see how far Karen would go before she would back down. And she wanted to dominate Karen somehow, whether with her body or the force of her personality she wasn't sure.
But SHE had been the one who had backed down. Wrestling up against that wall in the dark, Karen had somehow overwhelmed her physically and emotionally. She'd pushed Kathi farther than she herself had wanted to go. She could tell just from looking into Karen's eyes that the redhead was as unsure of herself as Kathi was, but there was something maybe even Karen wasn't aware of deep inside her that pushed her onward, something that beat against Kathi during the fight, a primal inner presence that intimidated Kathi. She would have to find something similar inside herself if she was ever going to face Karen down again.
She eyed herself in the mirror: cleaned up but still marked with bruises and cuts, ghosts of the smeared lipstick and mascara she'd come home with still there on her face. Her body was sculpted, maybe as good as any of the other girls she'd seen at school, although maybe still touched with a little awkwardness and angularity, the mark of a girl rather than a woman. But there was also a new hardness in her eyes, a knowing look that others would pick up on if they studied her closely. Kathi had now crossed a personal line that she could never retreat back across.
Kathi returned to school, grateful that she didn't share any classes with Karen. She passed her twice a day down the high school's long central hallway. The first day after the fight she sighted Karen's bright red hair all the way down the hall and glanced at her furtively as she approached. But she could see that Karen wasn't going to make eye contact with her and to be truthful she wasn't sure she could return the redhead's stare up close.
It was a full week before their eyes met in the hallway. By then Karen's body had healed, and the tell-tale signs of the struggle she saw hidden under a few layers of makeup on Karen's face and neck had disappeared. It seemed each had waited until they were back to full strength before facing one another. But Kathi saw that new day Karen staring at her from far down the hall. She returned the look intensely, willing herself not to look away from the oncoming redhead. The staredown was broken by dozens of other students coming between them but when only a dozen feet separated them their view was unobstructed. Kathi glared into Karen's liquid blue eyes and thought she saw the glint of tears brightening them; she felt a flush run over her own body as Karen glared right back at her, and the girls even turned their heads slightly to maintain the stare as they passed each other. Kathi almost gasped as her shoulder brushed Karen's and she had to concentrate on the path in front of her to keep from tripping as she continued down the hall.
Karen's look had said everything and she only hoped her own expression had given a worthy reply. The hard set in the redhead's eyes had said "I know you, I know what you're capable of... and I'm ready for it." When she made eye contact with Karen she tried to send the same silent message to her rival. Karen had gotten lucky that night after the football game. Maybe Kathi had jumped into things too quickly, before she herself had been ready for the confrontation she'd been aching for. But now she knew what both she and Karen were capable of. As weeks, and then a month passed by, Kathi felt her resolve firming up. She managed a harder expression every time she passed Karen in the hall, but there were few other opportunities to confront the redhead. Of course, she had Karen's phone number. She longed to call her up and often went to sleep with her bedroom phone clutched to her stomach, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to take the step. She had been the one to call Karen out. If the redhead wanted more she would have to make the next move. If she didn't, Kathi knew she would leave high school feeling that the one girl she'd been brave enough to confront had beaten her, even if only symbolically.
She was thinking those same sullen thoughts outside her locker one afternoon when she saw the flash of Karen's red hairdo at the other end of the hall. For once she pointedly turned back to her locker to ignore the oncoming girl. Then she heard some boy's voice near her say "Man, look at the rack on that girl!"
Kathi turned back out of idle curiosity, almost trying to look past Karen to whoever the boy was talking about. Then she saw it. Karen was wearing a new dress, a blue nylon number that fit her lithe body like a second skin. Kathi's eyes nearly bulged out as she watched Karen approach, swaying down the hall with a confident, feminine gait. The dress hugged her body so tight Kathi could even see the dimple of her navel between smooth pads of stomach muscle and maybe even a hint of the redhead's panty crotch as the tight material gathered between her flashing legs. She looked confident and happy, her eyes sparkling as she acknowledged her friends. Boys all over the hall were turning to watch her pass. Kathi looked in awe at the redhead's beautifully round and full bosom, barely jiggling as it made its way toward Kathi. She felt a familiar tautness at the tips of her own breasts as she caught sight of what had to be Karen's nipples jutting out from the firm tissue of her boobs, practically poking their way through the nylon dress fabric. Karen's smile had an almost lascivious, crooked cast to it as she looked Kathi's way. Kathi blushed at the feel of her own angry, hardening nipples responding to the sight of Karen's tight ones. The clack of the redhead's heels on the hallway's tiles seemed to drown out all the other sounds around her. Karen smiled tightly at her, her eyes sparkling with a dazzling coldness as she brushed past her.
Kathi turned to watch the blue dress retreat with Karen's pertly jiggling, curvy behind advertising itself within it. She couldn't believe that this was the body hers had been locked together with so many weeks ago. This wasn't an awkward high school girl anymore, but a comely young woman.
Kathi went home demoralized, but with a growing, inner fury. She would not be outdone like this. Ever since the kissing duel she had felt oversexed, as if her body was flooding with hormones. She couldn't go to sleep without touching herself and she couldn't touch herself without thinking of Karen. Every night she would start dialing the redhead's number and every night she couldn't make herself punch the final number. Finally the first quarter ended and Kathi added a dance class, hoping to channel her energies into more physical endeavors. It was her second day in the dance class when she got her next surprise.
"Class, this is Karen; she'll be joining us for the rest of the quarter," the teacher had announced, and Kathi had turned to see her redheaded nemesis padding into the room in a trim black leotard that contrasted wildly with her pale skin and flame-red hair. She even wore a little black choker that gave the whole ensemble a kinky quality that put Kathi even more off balance. The redhead kept to her side of the practice floor but whenever Kathi looked over at her she met her glance defiantly. Kathi gave up after a while. The practice floor walls were mirrored so she could check Karen out even while she had her back to her. The black leotard hugged her body tightly and the bright lights of the practice floor helped her study the sculpted lines of her torso, but the effect wasn't nearly as spectacular as that of the blue nylon dress she'd worn earlier. Kathi eyed her strong-looking legs and got a good look at her flaring, womanly pelvis, much of which was bared by the cut of the two-piece leotard. Karen's creamy, supple belly was bisected by a sleek navel, settled like a torpedo tube between the smooth tubes of her abdominal muscles. She looked good, all right, but Kathi thought she might have overestimated the other girl's body the other day in the hallway. She eyed the curvy, well-muscled lines of her own body in the mirror and noted how the lush flesh of a growing woman had filled out her own hips and thighs. Her plain gray leotard even showed off her supple bustline a little better than Karen's, complete with a nice hint of cleavage. She had nothing to be worried about.
When the teacher called them together to work out a routine she was the first to volunteer. The teacher positioned her at the center of the floor. "All right, I need someone Kathi's size. Who'll volunteer?"
Kathi saw Karen stand up immediately. She walked over to stand on the other side of the teacher, who quickly sized up her two subjects. "Yes, you match up with Kathi very well, don't you? Now stand over here, face to face with her." She positioned the redhead as if she were a department store mannequin, then took Kathi's forearms and pulled her over to Karen. "Take her around the waist like this. That's right," she said, positioning both girls' arms around each other's waists while placing their free arms on each other's opposite shoulders. Then she extended Karen's right leg out to her side and Kathi's right out to the opposite side, creating a kind of symmetrical sculpture. "Now hold that position while I talk to the other girls."
Kathi couldn't believe it but immediately the teacher moved away and began lecturing the other girls and setting up positions for them, leaving her and Karen isolated in the center of the room, face to face and holding each other close. Karen stared at her nose to nose and Kathi struggled to face her down in the glaring light. There was no darkness to hide in this time and she felt practically naked like this. Karen seemed to be reveling in the secret showdown. She nosed closer and Kathi took in a sharp breath as she felt the lycra covering the redhead's bustline whispering against her own chest. Immediately she felt that terrible tightness in her breasts and groin and even worse, she felt two protrusions pinning against the tips of her incredibly sensitive breasts.
Karen glanced over at their teacher as if gauging whether she was out of earshot, then said under her breath "Mine are harder."
Kathi felt a shudder run through her entire body. In her ears the statement had read like a round of gunfire, and she shot a look back at their teacher, half expecting the woman to be already marching over to separate them. But the teacher was oblivious, as were the other girls in the class. She glanced down at where her firm boobs were pressed up against Karen's. Between the four globes, packed down hard from the elastic of their leotards, she could see two sets of opposing points straining at each other, stabbing into the flesh of the other girl's breasts. She remembered how long her nipples had gotten that night after the kissing duel she'd had with Karen. She stole a quick look into the redhead's eyes and said, also under her breath, "Well mine are longer."
"Not longer than mine," Karen hissed.
"Why don't you keep those stiff things away from me?" Kathi whispered hotly.
"What are you going to do? Run away from me just like last time?" Karen said with deadly precision.
Kathi had been looking down at the redhead's cleavage but at this last challenge she snapped her gaze right back up into Karen's eyes. All the feelings of defeat and humiliation she'd suffered since the kissing duel now collided with the raw competitive drive she always felt burning inside her, the drive that had compelled her to seek out Karen as her natural enemy and rival. She would not back down from the redhead and she certainly wouldn't back down from Karen's hard nipples. She had nipples of her own, and as she glared into Karen's eyes she purposefully maneuvered them into hard contact with her enemy's, felt the long rods scrape against each other with a whisper of lycra against lycra.
"I won't turn my back on you ever again, Karen," Kathi murmured slowly. "We can have a rematch any time you, "
At that moment the teacher cut in suddenly. "Do you girls have something to share with the class?" Karen and Kathi exchanged wary looks before shaking their heads. Neither girl spoke as the teacher turned her attention elsewhere. Kathi knew staring at Karen would probably just draw the teacher back to them so she kept her focus on the other side of the room where their instructor busied herself with the other girls. But she still felt the rise and fall of Karen's breasts against hers and the tangle of stiff nipples and rubbing fabric that gathered between their two chests. She arched her well-muscled back slightly and stabbed her nipples back against Karen's and was rewarded with a sideways motion of the other girl's breasts, cutting her nipples beneath Kathi's. Kathi shivered as the hard points dragged into the softer underside of her boobs, and she warily pressed her own pair as deep into Karen's as she could. She could feel that the tender, dark skin around her nipples was more sensitive and vulnerable than the pale, surrounding tissue and she was instinctively aiming her nipples toward that weakness on Karen's breasts. She could feel an answering shudder in the redhead's body every time she plunged her stiff points into those targets and she gritted her teeth and trembled as Karen maneuvered her own nipples to invade Kathi's aureoles.
Kathi knew that with the taut lycra fabric and sports bras they were wearing most of the sensation of their cutting and crossing nipples wasn't even being felt, and she quivered at the idea of what lay beneath Karen's snug leotard top. She remembered how her nipples had popped out of her bra cups the night of the kiss fight, an inch or more longer than she'd ever seen them, burning with sensation and arousal. She wondered whether the same thing had happened to Karen. They weren't wearing much less clothing now than they had that night behind the gym, but Kathi couldn't remember Karen's nipples pressing this hard against her before. She had to admit that even the other girl's breasts felt bigger and harder, and even with their slight movements against each other the redhead's boobs jiggled with a new, pregnant mass against hers.
As intimidating as Karen's breasts were, though, Kathi still felt her own were matching them. She couldn't really press her breasts fully against Karen's here, but she could still gauge the size and weight of Karen's, almost from the heat of the enemy glands situated so close to her own. Her own boobs had been aching ever since the first fight, seeming to strain against her bra cups every morning as she got dressed. The feeling got worse every time she saw Karen or even thought about her. It was as if her breasts were struggling to free themselves from some imaginary prison and her throbbing nipples were the jackhammers pummeling through the prison walls.
She thought about how she had planned to lick Karen raw that night when she'd challenged her to a kissing duel. For some reason that had seemed the way to beat the redhead. Everyone thought Karen was so cute, and her face was deliciously soft and kissable, set off by beestung, heart-shaped lips and those sparkling blue eyes. She had thought to prove to the slender redhead that she could be just as passionate and desirable as her rival by kissing her into submission and making her beg for mercy, forcing her to admit that Kathi was her equal or her better. But she'd let her own strange obsession for the redhead overwhelm her. She had to keep telling herself that Karen beating her had been her own fault, she had beaten herself by allowing her own passion to run away with her. She had planned to make Karen her own, subject to her whims, she wanted Karen to want her the way she wanted Karen. But the redhead had proven she would be no one's toy. At least not yet.
She turned her head briefly to stare down her silent enemy. Karen's bright eyes narrowed slightly and the girls simply breathed in each other's sweet scent. Karen's blood-red, lustful lips parted slightly and the pink tip of her tongue slid out just slightly, taunting Kathi. Every dirty name she had ever heard suddenly rushed into her head and she felt another hot flash of fury at the redhead. She was advertising the fact that she'd beaten Kathi at kissing, and Kathi tingled as Karen subtly continued her assault on Kathi's breasts. It was so very clear that the war between them had now moved to a new battleground. Even if she wanted to rejoin the kissing battle, Kathi knew she would have to deal with Karen's new willingness to use her breasts against her. The thought filled Kathi with a mixture of fear, anticipation and wild desire. She felt like the two rivals were chained to opposing walls, straining to get at each other but held back by the eyes of all the other girls in the room. She wanted this new fight with Karen, but no one could know what was occurring between them. This duel was utterly private, utterly secret, and it had to remain that way. She never wanted anyone to know how Karen had beaten her that night outside the gym, and if Karen were to defeat her now in this new arena, the shame would be even greater.
She and Karen stood together at the center of the practice floor for ten minutes, breasts violating each other, before the instructor separated them. Kathi immediately crossed her arms over her chest and she saw Karen do the same; her nipples were jutting away from her breasts, lifting the fabric of her top like tent-poles, and she knew Karen's were doing exactly the same. The girls exchanged soulful, raw stares before the class broke up. Kathi knew this new conflict had only just started. She followed Karen into the adjoining locker room, and her pulse quickened for a moment as she realized she might see her rival undressed. The thought of seeing Karen's breasts naked, seeing just how long and stiff those enemy nipples might be, made her mouth go bone dry. But at the same time she felt unprepared to reveal her own bare breasts to Karen, and she wondered if the redhead felt the same way. Even though the display might go unnoticed by the other girls Kathi felt it would somehow violate a tacit agreement between them if they were to let everyone else see what they seemed to be saving just for each other. Even as she was thinking about it Karen shot a challenging glance back at her as she advanced around a corner and disappeared. Even if she was staying in the locker room it was clear she wouldn't be undressing in sight of Kathi. The blonde efficiently changed her clothes; showering wasn't mandatory after dance class and very few of the other girls did it. She lingered for a while but never caught another look at the redhead; she must have left.
Kathi spent the rest of the day in a haze. She knew she would see Karen twice a week at the class and for all she knew the teacher would put them in that same opposing position at every session. They could fight their hidden, subtle duel two days a week and no one would ever notice. But Kathi knew that wouldn't be enough for her. She had to have another chance to face the redhead alone. Her breasts ached for it every day. Of course she could simply call the redhead again and issue another challenge, but somehow that didn't seem right. She had made the first call and now it was up to Karen to issue the next challenge. But she did know something she could do to hasten that process.
She spent the evening alone in her room, finishing homework quickly before locking her door and sifting through her collection of drawings and photographs. She slipped off her top and eased her boobs out of the black bra she'd worn, kneading them gently. The underwires and strap buckles had seemed to be cutting into her flesh all day. She had a thought and dug into her closet where she'd kept a larger bra that her mother had bought her by mistake. It had always been too big for her but she'd never taken it back. She slipped into it and was surprised by how comfortable it was. She checked the label, noting it was a full cup size larger than the one she'd been wearing. It clearly fit her perfectly, even leaving a little more room for her jutting nipples. Her whole body felt different somehow and had ever since she'd first faced down Karen. She slipped off her jeans and looked at herself in the mirror, noting the balance of athletic musculature and curvy, quivering femininity in the body that faced her. There seemed more flare to her hips, a slight thickening of her well-sculpted thighs. There was something poutier and sexier about her belly despite the ripple of abdominal muscles there, and her breasts thrust out provocatively, her nipples almost pointing slightly upward. She pulled out a photo of Karen that had been taken almost a year earlier. She was wearing normal clothes so it was impossible for Kathi to really gauge the other girl's body against hers, but even fully clothed she thought Karen's body seemed less curvy, more girlish and awkward than hers did now. Of course, that picture had been taken a while ago, and it had been taken before their fight.
She felt like she had changed so much since she had dueled with the redheaded girl. Eyeing herself in the mirror, she wondered how she could ever have been embarrassed about her body, or been intimidated by the body of another girl, especially Karen. She would be surprised if the redhead looked any better than she did naked. She'd even be surprised if Karen equaled her now. She had been anxious about facing another challenge from the redhead, but now she realized she was looking forward to their next encounter. She happily began picking her clothes out for the next day.
Kathi knew that Wednesdays were the days Karen would wear her blue dress for that long walk down the school's center hallway. Wednesday morning she went to school prepared to face the redhead down in her own battle gear: a very tight, knee-length red dress that showed off her body just as brazenly as Karen's did. It was not easy to get away with wearing clothing like this at school, belly shirts were one thing, but the dresses left very little to the imagination. Kathi had to make sure she was carrying a backpack that she could strategically keep in front of her whenever teachers were present. But as she headed down the long gauntlet of the center hall that morning she dropped the backpack to her side and set her sights on the blue-dressed girl approaching from the other end of the hall. She caught sight of Karen before the redhead saw her, but only by a second or two. She saw the other girl's expression change from her usual bright-eyed friendliness to a look of cold anger as she saw Kathi approaching. She even hesitated for a moment and Kathi thought she might actually change direction to avoid her. Even though she kept her attention fully focused on Karen she could see the reaction from the boys and other students in the hallway as she passed. They had never seen her looking like this. Karen was now only thirty feet away, her firm bosom bouncing aggressively as her heels rang along the hallway tiles. Kathi smiled grimly, staring directly into the redhead's eyes, and thrust her own chest out slightly, mindful of the way her own boobs were bouncing as if in reply to Karen's jostle. When they had closed to within ten feet a mutual friend stopped Karen to talk, but she turned to notice Kathi as she came into view. Instantly the other girl's view flicked from redhead to blonde, from red dress to blue one. "Wow, did you guys plan this today?" she said as Kathi came to a stop next to Karen.
"Just a coincidence," Karen said tightly, pulling away from their friend.
"You two look like superheroes!" the other girl remarked. Karen made a stab at smiling politely at Kathi as she brushed past her but the results weren't very convincing. Kathi felt a flush of triumph as she realized she'd finally regained the upper hand.
"Oh, Karen!" she said brightly as the redhead started to retreat down the hallway. Karen turned to face her, still trying to maintain the illusion of a friendly chat.
"Yes, Kathi?" the redhead bit out. Kathi pulled a small piece of paper from her purse and pressed it into Karen's hand.
"I just realized that you don't have my phone number. I just had a phone put into my bedroom at home. I got my own private line," Kathi said agreeably.
"Yeah, I've got one too," Karen said, staring at Kathi probingly.
"I thought you might like to give me a call to talk about our project," Kathi said warmly. "I'm always in my room after ten, so there's no reason to be afraid to call."
Karen bit her lip as she stared back at the blonde, absorbing the very clear implication of Kathi's last sentence. "Don't worry, Kathi, I certainly know there's no reason to be afraid," she said a bit more slowly than necessary.
"Good!" Kathi said, as chipper as she could muster. "Then I expect to hear from you!" With that, she spun on her heel and gave Karen a good, long look at her retreating backside in the red dress.
At ten o'clock exactly that night Kathi's phone rang. She had set the ringer to a low buzz, something only she would be able to hear. She snatched up the receiver even so, her heart in her throat, and mustered the wherewithal to say "Hello?"
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before a familiar, low voice said "This is Karen."
"Hi," Kathi said uncertainly. Even after making the first phone call in this campaign she felt a sudden uncertainty about how to handle this. But she didn't have much to worry about.
"I won't be wearing a bra at dance class tomorrow," the voice on the other end of the line said. Then there was a click and a dial tone.
Karen slammed the receiver of the phone down after delivering her challenge. She was breathing hard, her body flushed with the cold fury she always got when other girls got in her face. She had been feeling full of herself in the weeks following her confrontation with Kathi and had delighted in wearing the tight blue dress to flaunt her developing body in front of her newfound rival. In her mind Kathi had made this bed and now she could lie in it. If she wanted an enemy in Karen the redhead was more than happy to provide one.
Karen had always had a temper but something had changed in her since Kathi had challenged her to the kissing fight, and the changes hadn't been all psychological. She seemed to feel hormones flushing through her body at twice their normal rate since the incident, and even that first night her swollen breasts had seemed bigger and heavier, her nipples distended to almost uncomfortable size. She had actually bought a new, larger bra in the past week to hold her newly developed load and she had been fending off more than her share of attention from the boys. Of course she had joined Kathi's dance class to get right in the other girl's face and she couldn't have been happier when the teacher paired them off into that opposing dance position. It was the perfect chance to take the competition right back to Kathi. The blonde had started all this and now Karen felt she had her on the ropes. At least she HAD thought that until the past few days. She was still fuming about the blonde wearing that dazzling red dress and showing her up in the hallway. But she had to admit that, while it had flustered her, she was grateful for Kathi giving up her bedroom phone number. Karen had been tempted to call the other girl ever since that first night, but she knew she couldn't just call up her parent's house. She had laid by the phone night after night, hoping Kathi would dare to issue another challenge to her, and when that hadn't happened she'd made the decision to enter the blonde's dance class. She had never gone looking for trouble before but now she found an incredible thrill in this secret war.
The frustration was that circumstances kept her confrontations with Kathi highly public, something she knew neither girl wanted. And since they had to tone their faceoffs down so that nobody but they knew what was transpiring between them, every little meeting was an exercise in frustration. Karen loved getting in her secret little digs at Kathi, and she knew for some reason everything was now centered around her boobs and the way she was using them to taunt and tease the blonde. It made sense in a way, since they couldn't touch each other with their hands in dance class and since they obviously couldn't start up a kissing war in front of the other girls, breasts were the weapon of choice. In the position their teacher had put them in their boobs just naturally pressed together. It was Karen's choice to turn that contact into a contest, and Kathi seemed inclined to go along with it. But now that she too seemed to be flaunting her body around school Karen knew she had to up the ante in order to maintain the upper hand.
Dance class seemed to take forever to approach the next day. Of course Karen wasn't going to go through the whole day without wearing her bra. She had never gone without one since she'd started wearing a bra but she knew in her heart that she could get away without wearing one. It would be incredibly risky to do it in class in front of the other girls but if she played her cards right only one other person would notice. She loitered in the locker room until most of the other girls had left and then slipped into her two-piece leotard and took great care in adjusting her top to contain her two bare breasts. She was afraid she might slip out through the bottom but she was grateful to see that the lycra top had been designed with some aspects of a sports bra in mind and she was well contained. She took a quick look at herself in the mirror. The black lycra top hugged her breasts like a second skin, clearly outlining her nipples and even suggesting the puckered skin of her aureoles. Without her bra her boobs looked rounder and fuller, sexier, Karen realized. She hoped Kathi knew what she was getting herself into.
She left the locker room, careful to keep her hands or forearms in front of her breasts at all times. For the first few moments she was terrified someone was going to notice but no one was paying attention. As the teacher called the other girls into line she saw Kathi enter in her gray leotard, her pale stomach flexing smoothly between her top and the sleek biker pants she wore on her flaring hips and thighs. She felt her pulse pounding in her ears as she could very clearly make out that Kathi was braless: her boobs looked different, somehow more provocative and alive. She too kept her arms folded across her chest, hiding them from both Karen and the rest of the class. She watched Kathi's body during the opening stretching exercises, studied the way her muscles rippled under the smooth gray lycra of her leotard, the way her sleek cap of straw-colored, honey-blonde hair framed the striking beauty of her lightly freckled face. Kathi was wearing more makeup and her eyes blazed out of the dark accents of mascara she wore. Her lipstick was as blood red as Karen's hair. Karen bit her lips, eager for the warmup to end. It wasn't long before the girls were sent to their positions for the dance routine and Karen purposefully approached Kathi from the opposite end of the room. When she was far enough from her teacher Karen dropped her arms and actually placed them on her hips as she closed the distance between herself and the blonde. Now Karen could see a definite jiggle to Kathi's breasts that hadn't been there before, and she caught the stark shadows of her extended nipples raking down over the lower half of her boobs. She had to be braless. Of course the stretchable, taut lycra still held their converging bosoms tightly against their bodies, and Karen wondered how different this encounter would be. Would it really make that much difference? She knew her boobs were getting plenty of support from her leotard top so she had to wonder if this would be a real test.
Karen looked pointedly down at Kathi's breasts as the two girls stood face to face. She realized that even without a bra there was a nice bulge of cleavage pushing up out of Kathi's top: the pale tops of her breasts had the same barely noticeable freckling that her pretty face had. Karen wondered if Kathi's nipples were pink like hers. Up close like this they were clearly jutting out through the material covering them, were they even lengthening as she watched them? She could feel her own breasts straining against her top with every breath, and she saw Kathi direct a contemptuous glance down to where her own incredibly smooth, pale skin bulged softly over the edge of her top. She wondered if Kathi's nipples were pink like hers.
Kathi glared at her and for a few silent seconds the rivals stared each other down, each determined to show she was ready for whatever was to come. Karen tried to look twice as intimidating as she felt. Kathi had started this but her own competitive, girlish fury wanted to insure that she was going to be the one to finish this fight, and on her terms. She would not let another girl take advantage of her, particularly not someone like Kathi.
The teacher told the girls to take their positions and Kathi surprised Karen by moving forward immediately to meet her, placing her hand in the small of Karen's back. Unexpectedly it was their bellies that met first as Kathi tugged Karen forward and Karen reached around to place her own hand on Kathi's lower back, just above the swelling muscle of her fanny. She pulled right back at Kathi and pressed her stomach against the blonde girl's, and she felt the sweet kiss of Kathi's bare skin against hers. Kathi pulled more and Karen could even feel the little hollow of their meeting navels kiss against each other, but both girls kept their backs arched at an extreme angle, holding their breasts up so that they almost pointed at the ceiling rather than touch each other. In this position Karen could see Kathi's thighs spread and her buns flex out to keep her balance, and she had to concentrate to keep her eyes on the blonde's eyes and not her cute behind.
Kathi glanced to the side momentarily, keeping her eyes on the teacher who was now at the far end of the practice floor. "So you're not wearing a bra, well neither am I, Karen," Kathi whispered.
"I can see that by how weak and saggy you look, Kathi," Karen hissed. She was lying through her teeth, of course, Kathi's boobs almost looked more erect and hard than they did when she had been wearing a bra.
"You are dreaming, girl," Kathi whispered. "You are SO dreaming."
"Are you ready to touch our tits together like this or would that make you scream like the weak little girl you are?" Karen murmured, glaring into Kathi's eyes. For a moment she thought she saw her words striking deep into the blonde girl: a torrent of emotions flashed behind Kathi's eyes in an instant. She looked like she might hit Karen and the redhead actually braced herself for a second. When Kathi spoke it was with quiet, deadly precision.
"I'm ready for ANYTHING you want to do, honey. And my boobs are more than ready to touch yours, any time."
"I don't think you can take it," Karen shot back.
"I can take whatever you've got. And I think YOU'RE the one who's going to scream when we put them together this time. Don't feel special just because you got lucky one time."
Karen couldn't help bristling at the other girl's words. "I wasn't lucky; I was just better than you and I'll always BE better than you."
"Then you better start proving it right now," Kathi hissed. "Because I know I'm too long and too hard for a little priss like you."
That did it for Karen. Her gorgeous mouth twisted into a snarl as she brought her chest forward and carefully jammed her nipples against Kathi's breasts. The blonde hissed as Karen's nipples grazed the bottoms of her boobs and she immediately slid her own breasts down to meet Karen's until her own long nipples scraped and lodged against Karen's. Both girls fought to keep themselves from squealing at this electrifying contact. Karen realized now just how much sensation the material of her bra had been protecting her from. Every microscopic change in their position now lead to an explosion of pleasure as their nipples ground into one another. Tiny grunts and moans issued from each girl's mouth as they faced off against each other breast to breast, each desperately trying to track the positions of the other students and the teacher in order to avoid being caught. Karen squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as Kathi gave her a quick, devastating little bump and grind with her breasts and she instinctively hugged the other girl a little closer and returned the smash, deeply pressing first her right, then her left breast into Kathi's.
"I'll get you back for that, you dirty little slut!" Kathi hissed into her ear, quickly returning the double grind. Karen was almost overwhelmed by what was transpiring between them. Her voice shook as she came back at Kathi.
"You are so lucky our boobs aren't naked!" she growled. "I know you couldn't handle this if we were really topless!"
"I told you I could handle anything this little bod of yours has got and I meant it!" Kathi snarled.
"You better hope you never have to prove that," Karen whispered.
"I'll prove it any time you want," Kathi said. At that both girls heard the approaching footsteps of their teacher and they quickly but subtly separated their bodies while maintaining position. Then, to her horror, Karen watched as the teacher pulled Kathi out of position and began walking away with her. She thought they had been found out for a moment but quickly realized that the teacher was now switching them to different positions on opposite sides of the room.
Karen marked out the rest of the class in frustration, eyeing Kathi's supple body as often as she could across the room. Her breasts were pounding from their brief skirmish and she was more than ever convinced that the conflict between her and Kathi was only beginning. Her own challenge about pressing their breasts together naked rang in her ears. It was clearly the only way to prove that her boobs were better than Kathi's, and more than that she would show the blonde that if it came down to a question of who could overwhelm who, Karen would be the one to come out on top.
She was on her way out of the locker room when she felt a hand slide up the nape of her neck into her hair. Suddenly she was slammed up against a locker and Kathi's body was pressing against hers. "I'm not finished with you, Karen!" Kathi hissed, pressing nose to nose with the redhead.
Karen instantly went into attack mode. "Good!" she said, slamming her books to the floor. But Kathi was one step ahead of her: in a half second Karen felt a terrible force clamping down on her nipples. Kathi had each hard protrusion pinched between thumb and forefinger and she pressed her knuckles deep into Karen's boobs as she twisted and tugged at Karen's pink nipples. She held Karen's body against the locker with her hips, almost daringly letting her own breasts wide open to attack and Karen instantly responded by clamping down on the blonde's highly visible, erect bullets. The girls' foreheads collided as they twisted and pulled at each other, snarling into each other's faces.
"I knew it!" Karen growled. "You couldn't do me in with your pathetic boobs so you have to use your fingers!"
"So do you!" Kathi shot back. "You're lucky we're not naked because I'd use more than my fingers on these hard little things!"
"Oh yeah, just what else have you got?" Karen challenged, twisting Kathi's hard points under her fingers.
"You'll find out, you stiff little bitch!" Kathi said. "I'll get you naked and you'll find out!"
"Just try it!" Karen replied. Now she spread her fingers and squeezed the whole of each of Kathi's pear-sized boobs. They were soft and hot under her fingers and she instantly felt Kathi begin to cup her boobs and apply just as much squeezing pressure as she was. Kathi's open, snarling mouth dangled hotly, brushing her lip against lip as the girls wrestled against each other. The blonde spitefully flashed her tongue past Karen's lips as if to renew their kissing duel and Karen angrily snapped her teeth at the darting pink probe, narrowly missing it as Kathi withdrew. She smashed cheek to cheek with the blonde and redoubled the pressure on Kathi's breasts, instantly feeling an answering squeeze from her enemy. Their powerful legs strained against each other and Karen smashed her hips against the blonde's in a struggle to push away from the cold metal of the locker against her back.
As quickly as it began the skirmish was over, the bell sounded and each girl instantly realized they were late for their next class. Karen shoved Kathi away from her and for a moment both girls gingerly massaged their sore boobs and nipples. "I hate you, Kathi," Karen said hotly as she began to gather her books up.
"I have ALWAYS hated you, Karen," Kathi said. "I've had it with your attitude and you're crazy if you think this settles things."
"I'm about ready to settle things with you for good!" Karen snarled as she stomped out of the locker room.
Karen got through the rest of the day barely concentrating on her classes. Ever since she had made the decision to take this battle to her blonde rival she had felt as if there were a brick wall between her and Kathi that came up whenever the two got anywhere near being able to settle their differences. She couldn't stand dragging things out any longer. She could feel her body burning for release and when she got home she slipped into a swimming suit and took a long dip in her parents' heated pool. The water felt like a thousand cool tongues on her bare skin, fluttering between her legs and floating her firm breasts as if they were in zero gravity. She loved the feeling and for a moment the spectre of Kathi was lifted from her thoughts. Then she had a sudden thought.
Karen went up to her room and dug into her closet until she found her swim suits. She had a one piece suit that she wore most of the time, a relatively modest two piece ensemble, and one suit that she had never worked up the guts to wear in public. She had bought the green bikini on a dare and had chosen it specifically because it was the most revealing one in the store. Locking her door she slipped the suit on and checked herself out in the mirror. Her swollen boobs strained at the triangular cups of the bikini top in a way they never had when Karen had tried the suit on the first time; there seemed to be twice as much boob flesh bulging out on either side of each cup as there had been when Karen had first tried the suit on at the store. She wondered if she'd be able to walk without falling out of the top.
If anything the bikini bottom was even smaller than the top: just two tiny triangles of fabric connected by wispy elastic strings. She slipped into the panties and tugged the sleek front patch over the fiery red thatch of pubic fur on her crotch. Curls protruded out on both sides and it was very obvious that she would have to shave and trim very closely to fit into the bikini bottom. She twisted to inspect her firm, round behind, noting that its creamy nakedness was pretty much completely displayed by the bikini.
Karen slunk into the bathroom, trimmed herself, then took a shower and neatly shaved until only a mohawk-like tuft of red fur perched over her vulva. She slipped back into her room and pulled the bikini bottom back on. The green silk crotch neatly rode atop the sleek, twin mounds of her vulva, revealing a firm swell of creamy flesh on either side of the fabric.
As she looked at herself Karen flashed back to the skirmish in the locker room when Kathi had pinned her against the locker. She recalled the hot feeling of the blonde's pelvis pressing against hers and the cool metal of the locker pressing against her back and buns. The girls had been focused on ravaging each other's nipples but Karen remembered how Kathi had pressed their bellies together on the dance floor and how she'd used her hips to pin Karen while she pinched her nipples. Karen studied her sleek pubic mound and noted how blatantly the tiny bikini put her womanhood on display. She still ached to dominate Kathi with her bare breasts and she was dying to know what the blonde had underneath her top. But something else had entered the picture now and for all their promises to take their duel to the finish she felt that matching her bare breasts against Kathi's would only be the beginning of the end, not the end in itself.
It was very late that night when she heard her phone ring quietly on her nightstand. She grabbed it up and held it to her ear in the dark, listening to soft, wordless breathing on the other end of the line. Karen waited for a moment, imagining Kathi naked in her bed across town just like Karen was. Finally she quietly said "If you have something to say to me, Kathi, say it."
"How do your boobs feel now, Karen?"
"Just fine, how do yours feel, Kathi?" Karen said spitefully.
"They feel better than yours," Kathi responded.
"I doubt it," Karen said impatiently. There was another long silence before Kathi spoke again.
"Are you naked?" she asked flatly. Karen felt her pulse quicken at that question.
"Yes," she said quietly. "Are you?"
"Do you have a bikini?" Karen asked pointedly.
"Yes, I have a bikini," Kathi answered after a moment. "Why?"
"My parents have a pool and they're going to be gone this weekend. I was thinking of having some people over." Karen said.
"Just you and a few other girls," Karen said.
Kathi swallowed that for a moment. "Do you need other girls there to protect you from me, Karen?"
"No," Karen shot back. "I just thought I'd let you look at me in a bikini for a few hours before I let you get alone with me."
Kathi sounded completely infuriated on the other end of the line. "That's just fine, Karen. I happen to have a nice bikini too."
Karen said. "I hope yours is sexy enough because I know mine is."
"Mine will be just as sexy as yours, Karen. I'm going to show you."
"You can try all you want but I'm just sexier than you are, girl. I'll show you whose body is best Saturday."
"Are you planning on showing me your bare boobs Saturday, honey?" Kathi demanded haughtily.
"They're bare right now, blonde, and they're hard," Karen said in as low a voice as she could muster. Just the sound of Kathi's voice on the other end of the line was raising gooseflesh all over her body, and her nipples were lifting the sheet covering her breasts. She felt a small fire of arousal begin to burn deep in her groin.
"You're lucky I'm not over there right now, Karen," Kathi purred. "I would put my bare nipples against yours and I would press your boobs down hard."
Karen snorted derisively. "What makes you think your boobs would be on top of mine, 'honey'?"
"Because they're bigger than yours and my nipples are stiffer than yours, that's why," Kathi said.
"They're only stiffer because I'm making you hotter than you're making me, bitch," Karen said. That produced a long silence and Karen smiled grimly to herself, feeling that she was getting the upper hand at last. "Why don't you just admit my body turns you on?"
When Kathi finally spoke her voice was practically hoarse. "Well somebody's big pussy was feeling pretty hot when we were fighting today, KAREN. So don't tell me you don't get hard when we fight each other."
"How hard are you right now?" Karen demanded sharply. "I want to know how big you are. And I mean DOWN THERE." Her fingers were in her own neatly trimmed bush and she slid them now into her labia. She jerked involuntarily as her fingers encountered something wet and erect poking up through the folds of her labia.
Again Kathi was silent for a moment, and Karen imagined her searching herself the same way the redhead had. "I think I'm just as big as you are there."
"What would you do if you were over here right now?" Karen asked suggestively. "Just us two naked in bed."
"I'd hold you down and do whatever I wanted to you," Kathi said. "And I think I'd start with your pretty boobs."
Karen sent her fingers plunging against her clitoris and labia as she listened to the blonde's voice. "That's good because I've got plenty I'd like to do to your bare breasts."
"Why don't you just suck on them, bitch?" Kathi suggested. "Why don't you just suck me good?"
"Maybe I'd rather bite your big boobs and bite down on those bitchy stiff nipples you have, Kathi," Karen said huskily, continuing to rub herself.
"I'd love you to try and bite my boobs because I'd bite yours right back," Kathi replied. "I'd love getting my teeth into those rubbery hard nipples of yours. Then I think I'd suck you for good measure. Yeah, I'd suck you just about dry."
"Oh, if you ever want to have a little sucking contest with me you can bring it on, Kathi, because my boobs are a lot fuller than yours and I would suck you dry a lot quicker than you could suck me."
"Well if you think your tits are ready to be sucked on Saturday maybe I'll just suck you dry then," Kathi answered.
"Ha," Karen taunted, "If I suck your weak little boobs it'll just be to soften them up, baby. I don't need my mouth to beat your tits because my boobs are hard enough to finish the job."
"I'm sick of your cheap talk, Karen!" Kathi snapped. "Don't think you're going to flash me Saturday and then sneak away from me again. You'd better be ready to come up against my bare boobs for real and you're not getting out of it!"
"I don't plan on getting out of it. I'll send the other girls home and we can fight. Or maybe we'll fight right in front of them so they'll all know who loses."
"You got it!" Kathi said.
"Good!" Karen said. "Now you can answer my question because I want to know how big you are."
"Why? Afraid I might be too much for you to handle?" Kathi demanded. Karen closed her eyes, fingering herself and mentally measuring the slick little tongue between her labia.
"Can you handle one inch, bitch?" she growled.
"Can YOU handle an inch, Karen?" Kathi replied. "Because I've got an inch for you."
"I doubt it," Karen said. "I doubt you're as long as me."
"You're in for a rough night Saturday, girl," Kathi said. "You just better believe that I'm as long as you are and as stiff as you are, EVERYWHERE. I'm willing to bet I'm more than you can take, top or bottom. So if you're girl enough better be ready because I am more than ready for you, Karen."
"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget, Kathi," Karen said slowly. "I'll fight you ANY way you want to fight, with ANY part of my body you want to try and match. And I'll show you you just don't have what I've got."
"I've got MORE than you've got, you little redheaded priss," Kathi said. "I hope you're ready because I will wreck your little body Saturday. You want a body war, you've got it."
"Good; my body against your body, any way you want it," Karen said. "And you're the one who's going to get ruined, honey."
The conversation was so electrifying to her that Karen could barely stand the thought of ending it, but somehow she knew they'd reached an impasse and that there was no more to be said. "I'll see you Saturday, Kathi," she said coldly, and pressed the receiver down into its cradle. She was almost rolled into a ball, gripping herself furiously, her eyes squeezed shut as she imagined Kathi's naked body in front of her and the other girl's cold, taunting stare daring her to come closer and finish what they'd started. Something careened through her entire body like a convulsion and she lay, recovering in a pool of her own sweat.
Kathi, meanwhile, sat for thirty minutes in the dark, quivering in the aftermath of her verbal battle with Karen. Then she clicked on her bedroom light and hunted through her closet until she found her red silk bikini, a present from a former boyfriend. She had never gone very far with the boy and in fact his insistence that she wear the bikini had eventually made her break up with him. It was so tiny it was barely there and it was so intensely red that it seemed to draw the eyes like a magnet to her breasts and crotch. She could never bring herself to wear such a scandalous swim suit in public but now the idea of wearing the bikini to Karen's house seemed too good to ignore. She tugged the wispy, tight little bikini bottom up over her creamy thighs and slipped its blood-red, slender waistbands over her swelling hips. Her corn silk pubic hairs tufted out on either side of the slender triangle pressing against her crotch, and as much as she would have loved to display that to her redheaded rival, she knew she would have to shave and trim herself closely if she were going to be in front of other girls. She tucked the blonde fur into the bikini crotch as much as she could and eyed the results intensely. The tiny, elongated triangle seemed to ride the valley between her firm vulva, showing a definite, creamy bulge on either side where her thick lips protruded from under the garment. She pivoted and noted the way the shocking red material contrasted with her milky white skin, and the way the small triangle of fabric at the suit's rear did nothing to hide her beautifully round and full little derriere.
