Petri's Writings: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 8

Before Alex knew it the New Year’s countdown was beginning, the crowd roaring “10, 9, 8…” around the two brunettes as Alex and Kristin pressed forehead to forehead and glared at each other in exhausted frustration. As the tavern denizens exploded on the arrival of midnight, Alex knew that no one was paying the two of them any mind and that nothing that passed between them would as much as raise the eyebrows of the people around them. But the renewed, throbbing energy of the crowd now shoved the two women together even more tightly in a bone-crushing press that forced them both to lose their grips on each other’s breasts and fight with their hands against the crowd just to stay upright against each other.

Alex glared into Kristin’s gasping, angry face as both women tried to curse one another over the din of the crowd, neither able to hear the other’s voice. Somehow Kristin Colt’s panting, hungry mouth found Alex’s, and somehow their two bodies seem to press more closely, more intimately together than they had in all the past thirty minutes of maddening, useless struggle to destroy one another in the midst of the tavern’s crush of bodies. The touch of the other brunette’s lips on her own only caused the fire of hate in Alex’s belly to burn hotter, but it was impossible now to engage Kristin anywhere but body to body and face to face. She felt a primal, savage hunger as Kristin Colt’s sneering mouth dangled and feinted dangerously close to her own, and then she lost control.

Alex forced her gaping lips against Kristin’s, tearing angrily at the other girl’s lips with her teeth and feeling the hateful, sadistic bites of the raven-haired beauty on her own mouth. As much as the other brunette’s fangs stung and pinched, the touch of that snarling mouth was also soft and teasing, and Alex felt herself moaning in something unlike the hateful growls she’d been uttering during this confrontation.

Then Kristin forced her long, hot tongue deep into Alex’s mouth in the ultimate humiliation of the night, almost choking her with the serpent-like power of that coiling instrument of taste before Alex managed to gag it out of her and shove her own throbbing tongue back against it, dueling in a snake-like, coiling struggle across panting mouths before she managed to force Kristin’s tongue back inside her mouth and chase it, filling the other brunette with her angry tongue until it was Kristin’s turn to choke and gag at this hot and slippery violation.

Alex had kissed other women for fun before, but there was nothing playful about this humiliating, sado-masochistic clash of tongues and lips. She felt like she was marking her territory like an animal, and that Kristin was doing the same to her—engaging her on some prehistoric, predator level, daring her to sink down to the darkest carnal depths along with her. To anyone in the bar watching they were just two girlfriends kissing, but to Alex’s mind she and Kristin had crossed a Rubicon that could never be uncrossed. Despite her utter, body-draining exhaustion, Alex felt a cold and furious determination to take this bitter confrontation to whatever finish line lay ahead until she or Kristin were satisfied once and for all.

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Kristin Colt’s lips burned from their ugly contact with Alexandra May’s mouth. She had warned the man-stealing tramp about coming back to this bar but she had to admit she had thrown out the text half hoping that it might finally goad the pale little bitch into coming back into Banger’s. She’d heard through the grapevine that Alex was in town and after five years wanted nothing more than a second chance to humiliate the high and mighty little brunette one more time.

She had to admit that Alex still looked good as she’d sighted her across the bar. There was something about the other brunette’s pouty little mouth and blunt nose that always made Kristin want to punch her, and after she’d fucked up her marriage by luring her ex Tom into some make out session that urge had become a passionate longing.

Now all she wanted was to make sure the other brunette minx didn’t escape Banger’s without Kristin riding on her tail. The taste of Alex’s soft mouth was still hot on her tongue, and she was dealing with a fiery mix of shame and satisfaction at the way she and Alex had gone mouth to mouth as the clock had struck midnight. This is what it had come down to between them all right, she thought to herself as she stared into Alex’s gorgeous, exotic blue eyes and maneuvered against her as the two women slowly fought their way towards the tavern’s rear exit.

The crowd was thinning now after a lengthy spell of climactic revelry after midnight, as she and Alex had literally slow-danced in the crush of bodies, each too exhausted to fight any further but each obviously determined not to let her female enemy escape in the aftermath of their initial, violent but frustrated confrontation. Alex’s arms had encircled her waist, her infuriatingly firm C-cup breasts remaining pressed against Kristin’s, her pelvis still managing to deliver an occasional weak but insulting punch of Alex’s pubic bone into her crotch—attacks that Kristin felt honor-bound to return with all the muscle her aching buttocks could muster.

As they had pushed their way toward the rear of the bar Kristin and Alexandra found themselves in the smoky, hot darkness of that same hallway outside the restrooms and rear exit where they had fought so viciously and so briefly five years ago. Alex seemed eager to get through that battleground, but Kristin very much wasn’t, and she tugged at the other brunette’s retreating body until she stopped her forward progress and wrestled Alex against a wall.