TextChapter 1
Single Lane
Two fierce businesswomen collide on a narrow road, and discover their hatred is something far more dangerous. A four-round war of bodies, pride, and longing.
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Two fierce businesswomen collide on a narrow road, and discover their hatred is something far more dangerous. A four-round war of bodies, pride, and longing.
Silke was driving home in her Porsche. She was an attractive woman in her early thirties. She was 1.70m tall with a slim figure, long legs, alabaster skin, small round breasts, amber eyes and shoulder length honey colored hair.
That day she wore a gray skirt in perfect business style but short enough to subtly show her great legs. Her top was sober but tight enough to emphasize her slender waist and flat stomach.
She was a successful attorney, but today she had lost at the court and was in a very bad mood. The last thing she needed was a traffic jam. Silke decided to drive a small single lane through the fields instead of the freeway. She was on a long segment of the lane, narrow with trenches on both sides, when she noticed the lights of another car coming from the opposite direction.
Verena was head of department in a large company. She had a terrible day and was in exceptionally bad temper. She drove home in her BMW convertible. The freeway was packed and she decided to use a small single lane instead.
Verena was in her mid thirties, exactly the same height and weight as Silke. Her breasts were just a little bit bigger than Silke's, her eyes bright blue and her hair light blonde.
Their cars stopped just two meters apart with screeching brakes.
Silke was pissed. She decided that under no circumstances she would drive back. The cars stood opposite each other for a few moments. Then the driver of the other car started to rev the engine.
Silke got even more angry. She turned the full beam on, and in the bright light she saw the opposite driver, a blonde woman around her age, blinking angrily in the light.
Verena, blinded by the light, also turned on full high beam.
Somehow the realization that her opponent was a woman made her even angrier. She opens the window. "Back up, bitch," she screams.
"Never, you back up, slut." Silke was surprised by the wave of hate flowing through her. Adrenaline rushed through her body. "Back up or you will regret it," she screamed. "You are threatening me? YOU threaten me?" Verena screamed in a shrieking voice. She turned the car off, leaving the lights on, jumped out of her seat and slammed the door shut behind her.
Without a second thought Silke jumped out of her car, her eyes fixed on the other woman. Somewhere in the back of her head she noted Verena's clothing, very similar to her own, and how much their bodies looked alike.
The angry women stormed towards each other. In the brightly lit space between their cars they slowed down.
Silke's heart was beating faster than ever before in her life. She was confused by her unusual hatred and, not admitting it to herself, she felt somewhat aroused. Determined not to back down before that woman, she slowly walked on, breathing rapidly, her hands wet with sweat. Very slowly they walked, blue and amber eyes fixed into each other.
They didn't stop. Both gasped as their firm breasts touched first, then flattened each other. They pushed on, bellies and legs pressed into each other.
Nearly nose to nose their eyes locked.
Silke felt the breath of her enemy blowing gently over her own lips. Both women breathed in short nervous gasps. Slowly they pressed their foreheads together, touching skin to skin for the first time.
Verena's blue eyes were so near to Silke's that everything else was blocked from her vision. With every bit of strength that she could muster her body pressed against its counterpart. The heat from the blonde's body, the feel of her own nipples getting hard, the smell of that woman made Silke nearly lose her mind. Feral instincts blocked her intellect; she acted purely on impulse.
They pressed into each other, determined not to lose an inch of ground. They were fighting in utter silence. The stalemate lasted for minutes. Suddenly Silke's foot lost its grip. It slid away a few inches, enough to break the draw.
Silke's hands shot upward, grabbing hair. Verena screamed, her own hands started to claw into Silke's honey colored strands.
Pulling hair with all their might they stumbled around between the cars. Both were screaming and kicking at each other. Suddenly their faces were very near to each other, their eyes met again. Something had changed. Suddenly their lips were so near to each other that Silke could feel the hot breath of her enemy entering her mouth. She felt dizzy. Something deep in her mind screamed to close the distance; some part of her wanted to feel the soft flesh of Verena's lips. Desperately she fought against her feelings. Out of sheer despair she spit, right on Verena's lips. A moment of shocked silence followed. They let go of each other's hair and stood body to body unsure what to do.
Then Verena spat back, right into Silke's open mouth.
In dead silence they stared at each other. Suddenly, with screams of hatred, the fighters dashed into each other. They thrashed at each other with both hands, kicking and clawing. Both women lost their shoes in the wild struggle.
After minutes of ferocious fighting both started to get tired. Verena grabbed Silke's throat and started to choke her with both hands. Silke, after a second of shock, reached for Verena's throat with both hands and choked as well.
With outstretched arms they strangled each other. Their strong legs pressed into the ground for support while their upper bodies staggered back and forth. Their faces went deep red and their eyes bulged. Both started to faint but both kept fighting on.
Slowly Verena got the upper hand. She pushed Silke backwards. Silke's butt was pressed against her car.
Silke felt that she was on the edge of unconsciousness. Panic built in her stomach. Desperate, she struggled back. She managed to get her leg up and rammed her thigh into the side of Verena's waist. Verena was caught by surprise and lost her hold on Silke.
Silke used her new advantage and kicked her bare foot into Verena's stomach with every bit of strength left inside of her.
Verena stumbled back, hitting her own car.
The two exhausted warriors leaned at the fronts of their opposed cars recovering their strength. Both fighters breathed heavy. For a moment the fight was on hold, but their eyes, full of deep hatred, were still locked to each other.
Silke got up first. She walked to the middle of the illuminated space, beckoning her blonde enemy to join her.
Verena didn't hesitate. Quickly she got up and walked to the middle.
Like cats they circled each other, their expensive clothes were in disorder. Looking each other up and down, with disgust and hatred in their eyes, they recognized how similar their bodies were.
Slowly they bridged the distance between them, until their firm slim bodies were in full contact again. Both grabbed the chin of the opponent with one hand, putting the other hand into the enemy's hair.
Their noses pressed against each other, making breathing through the mouth necessary.
The pressure of the hairpulling increased until both women were in tears, their eyes were fixed to each other.
Then Verena spit on Silke's lips. This time it wasn't a shock like the first time.
Silke started to smile slightly, tasting her enemy's saliva. "So we will play dirty," she thought, while she gathered spittle in her mouth. Then she spit it at Verena's lips.
Both gathered saliva. At the same time they spat, their lips just millimeters apart. Their lower faces were wet with saliva mixed with tears running down from their eyes.
The taste of Verena's saliva made Silke mad. Strange emotions raged in her. "It's not enough," she thought desperately, "not enough, not close enough, not deep enough." Then she pressed her lips hard on Verena's.
Verena gasped but accepted this new twist. With wide open eyes they rubbed their tightly closed, spit covered lips together. All the time both gathered more saliva inside.
Slowly their mouths opened together. They pushed their saliva through each other's lips, mixing it. Then, through the spit, the tips of their tongues emerged and touched, then pushed against each other.
The first time in her life Silke felt another female's tongue on her own tongue. Wild emotions and primal instincts raged in Silke's mind. She couldn't form a straight thought; every instinct screamed to go away and at the same time to suck on that tongue and dominate it.
For minutes they kissed wet and hard, their tongues coiled around each other, rubbed along each other, pushed against each other, twisted and twined.
Suddenly Silke realized what she was doing. Reason took over from instinct. Disgusted, she pushed Verena away.
It took a few seconds for Verena to realize herself what had happened those last few minutes. With a look of deep disgust on her face she wiped her mouth with her hand.
"You slut, you lesbian slut," Verena screamed right into Silke's face.
"You! YOU did this to ME," Silke screamed back. "I HATE you."
Both women exploded into rage. With flailing fists they jumped into each other.
All Silke cared for in this moment was to hurt this woman who made her do those things, made her lose her senses.
Soon the hairpulling was on again, much more violent this time. Entangled, the fighters fell to the ground and started rolling and fighting for top position.
Both women's gray skirts got pushed up, their long legs entwined around each other, wrestling for control. Suddenly the skirts were so high that the small amount of flesh above their garter stockings became visible, white skin above the black fabric of the stockings, shining in the flashlights.
A few moments later both women were lying on their sides, one hand in each other's hair, the other hand interlocked fighting for control, when suddenly the insides of their thighs met and skin touched skin.
A small gasp escaped both of them. In a reflex their thigh muscles contracted and pressed their flesh deeper together. Suddenly their lips met again to a smacking kiss. Immediately they separated, scrambling a few feet away from each other.
Confused, these two successful, well educated, civilized, career women sat on the road. Bruised and exhausted, they stared at each other, unable to understand what happened between them.
"How could she make me that angry?" Silke pondered. "And why did it feel so good to be that angry?" Silke, in her whole life, had never felt so alive and free as in that moment.
With a strange look on her face Verena started to speak in a low, hushed voice: "Please, answer me without thinking, what do you really, really want to do right now?"
Silke answered in a split second decision, "I want to feel your skin on mine."
Then realizing what she just said, and realizing that she really felt that way, Silke shrieked, put her hand over her mouth, blushed deep red, and looked at Verena.
Verena blushed also, smiled at her enemy, then she crawled forward, sat up on her knees. Very slowly she pulled her top up, revealing her smooth, silky belly and her wonderful round, small navel.
Silke shivered with arousal. She crawled toward Verena and sat up on her knees a few centimeters away from Verena. Her mouth dry, her breathing fast, she started to expose her own perfect belly.
Then both women pushed their skirts out of the way and pushed their stockings down, exposing their long slender thighs.
Slowly they moved their bodies towards each other, bending backwards so their navels were the first parts who came near the other's body. Millimeter by millimeter they moved. Silke felt the heat from Verena's skin like a burning fire.
Then, for the blink of an eye, their skins touched each other. The contact was soft and light but to both women it was like an electricity surging through their bodies.
Then they touched longer, for a second. Like a kiss their navels met.
Then they pressed tight together and moved their hips from side to side, grinding their smooth velvety bellies over each other. Both women shivering with lust. Every time their navels rubbed together and separated again.
Silke felt her crotch getting wet, an enormous orgasm building inside her. "No," she thought, "I must not come first. I want to make her come, I want to feel her come before me." She grabbed Verena's ass with both hands and pulled her closer. Their wet panties touched, then their silky legs met. Their small breasts pressed into each other. Silke could feel Verena's stiff nipples through the layers of cloth.
Both felt the need to be even closer. They grabbed each other in a tight bearhug. They squeezed their skin together, their navels sucked each other in. The pressure became unbearable.
Again they kissed feverishly. For the first time their eyes were closed. Their tongues slapped against each other.
Ever faster they rubbed and grinded their velvet skin together.
Then all motion stopped.
They held their breath. Their eyes met. Then both came.
Shaking with waves of pleasure they grinded together. Their faces up to the sky, they screamed their lust into the night. Rocking back and forth they clawed their nails into the enemy's back.
Slowly the orgasm ebbed up. They sat still, holding each other tight.
After a while Verena asked softly, "So, who is the winner?"
"I don't know," Silke answered. "I think it's a tie."
"I hate ties."
"Me too," Silke smiled. "So, who will drive backwards?"
"I will," Verena answered. "And I will choose time and place for our next meeting."
