HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 13

Kristin was circling toward her slowly now and Alex warily countered, neither young woman raising her hands in defense yet. They were watching, studying one another, and Alex’s arms and legs still felt like dead weight after the herculean effort just to push through that crowd at Banger’s and get at each other. She wondered if Kristin was as exhausted as she was, if her muscles were as sore and aching as her own muscles felt. If not, she thought, this would be a very short fight.

“Not taking those black panties off?” Kristin purred, glancing down at Alex’s crotch. “Still need some pussy protection down there? Or do you think black panties make you look tough?”

“So do you I guess,” Alex said, glancing pointedly down at Kristin’s black underwear. “You were always a fake tough girl though, weren’t you? You always dressed like the bad girls in school but I never heard about you getting in any real fights.”

“Oh, please,” Kristin sneered as she moved closer to Alex, her eyes raking up and down Alex’s body as if she could strip off the last remaining clothing on her enemy’s body with her eyes. “You were such a pathetic wannabe hard-ass in school in your leather jacket and black lip gloss. I’m not surprised you went down like a whipped dog the one time you and I really got into it.”

“You fucking bitch,” Alex said hoarsely, almost flinching at the memory of Kristin looming over her after forcing her into submission at Banger’s five years earlier. “I’m going to pay you back for that night good and hard…”

Kristin had moved close enough now for Alex to smell the dried sweat on her body and the whiskey on her breath. Both brunettes were breathing harder and deeper now, each triggered by the other’s bare skin and hard expressions, the eyes searching and defying one another.

“I’ve wanted to get you down here for so long,” Kristin growled in a voice dripping with passion. “You got off too easy last time but you’re not walking out of this basement unless you can get through me.”

“All you had to do if you wanted me here was call me, honey,” Alex almost whispered, noting how quiet and conspiratorial this conversation had turned, as if even here in this secret lair neither woman wanted to be overheard by the outside world. “I want satisfaction from you even if I have to stay here all night to get it.”

She had moved almost nose to nose with Kristin, the other woman’s musky aroma filling her nostrils now, her dark almond-shaped eyes glaring into Alex’s at point blank range. It was Kristin who now moved close enough for the two brunettes to touch and feel each other, and Alex stifled a hiss as she felt Kristin’s hard brown nipples scraping into her silky, exposed breast flesh. Blinking in suppressed excitement, Alex instinctively pressed forward, knowing she had to respond to this provocation, and both girls grunted as their nude breasts pressed and caressed one another, their bare, toned bellies met and tightened a little, each brunette eager to demonstrate the power of her smooth abdominal muscles to her rival. Alex saw Kristin flinch a little as she pivoted incrementally until her own pink nipples edged up against Kristin’s brown shafts, and a tingling warmth seemed to irradiate out from those mating, stiffened nubs through Alex’s mammary glands until she felt gooseflesh breaking out on her chest and neck.

The two women were pushing against one another in a slow, furtive test of strength at the center of the basement now, Alex’s breathing deepening as she took the measure of this willowy, raven-haired enemy’s almost nude body pressing into her own. She swallowed as she felt the assertive, confident muscle in Kristin’s legs, torso and shoulders flexing against hers and she carefully matched her own effort against the other brunette’s. Kristin was stronger than Alex had anticipated, although not necessarily stronger than Alex herself. But she wondered if the other brunette’s muscles were aching and throbbing as much as hers were. She could feel adrenaline tingling through her body, upping her heart rate and breathing as she pressed against Kristin and felt the other woman’s hatred and lust for punishment radiating off her gorgeous, sultry features. Adrenaline would keep her going as the fight-or-flight instinct took hold, she knew—but she also knew there would be a limit to how long that effect would last.