THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS, part 4

“Oh, you’ve got some nerve saying that, Kris.” Gritting her teeth, Valentine responded with her steps leading her to the dancer. Kristine had no choice but retreat a few steps, until her back almost bumped into a tree trunk. “Especially when Michael left you waiting at the race track because he preferred to come and make out with me behind the mall.”

As if they were animals in the mating season, Valentine and Kristine took steps forward, backward and to the side around the lakeside, harassing each other in a kind of dance of battle. But, instead of locking horns, the girls used their impressive physical presence in a bikini and their heated words as weapons, taking and giving ground without carnal contact.

“Just because you got long legs and big boobs at the last minute doesn’t make you better than me, Val,” the brunette hissed.

“And you think you’re better than me just because you showed up at school one day with the legs and boobs of a woman, Kris?” the blonde grunted.

“It must have been a nice change for you, Val, because you haven’t stopped looking at me since then.”

“What are you talking about, Kris? You’re the one who hasn’t taken your eyes off me since I got this body.”

“Says the girl who looked for me at the pool to check me out in a bikini from top to bottom.”

“If I had known you were there, I wouldn’t have come so I could avoid your eyes on my bikini body.”

The tension between Valentine and Kristine was palpable as their heated lakeside exchange was incensed second by second. Each word was like a dagger thrown with malice and aimed at the other’s confidence and sense of superiority. The atmosphere around them seemed to crackle with electricity, as if the very air was charged with their growing rivalry.

“You think you’re soooooo fucking special just because you blossomed into a woman at the same time I did and somehow deludedly believe that you stole my thunder when we went back to school after that summer,” Kristine exhaled. “Well, newsflash, honey: I don’t care what people think. I have full confidence in my body, with or without your so-called womanly curves next to mine.”

“Oh, please, Kris.” Valentine squinted, with both tall beauties circling each other, stepping back and forth continuously with hands almost clenched into fists on their hips. “You can play tough and confident, but I know that you’re jealous of me. You’ve been jealous of me this whole year.” The cheerleader moved so close to the dancer that their big chests almost collided together. “You envy the attention I get from guys with my undeniablewomanly curves, and how effortlessly I command a room when I walk into it, whether your breasts or legs are in it or not…”

“You can’t possibly believe that I’m jealous of anything you have or that I envy the little attention you get from guys,” the brunette scoffed, her dark brown eyes flashing with a mixture of arrogance and irritation. “And if we’re in the same place, you’re second fiddle. You saw it today at the pool, with the bikinis we’re wearing now. Face it, Val. If we compare, I’ve got clearly the upper hand.”

“You dirty liar.” Valentine took a deep breath, trying to reign in her increasing anger and refusing to let Kristine get under her skin—something she was failing to achieve. “You may have grown some curves, but you’re still nothing compared to me.”

The other girl almost lunged at her, and the blonde managed to step back in time to avoid contact. Then the two enemies stalked each other like predators, their bodies tensed by the confrontation. Valentine had never been in a situation similar to that battle of wills and egos, with each trying to assert their dominance over the other with words and presence alone. But despite the mutual animosity, the beautiful cheerleader still felt that strange but undeniable chemistry between them, like two magnets drawn to each other by a clash of fierce personalities and young hot bodies.

“You’re nothing but a jealous, petty girl,” Kristine retorted, her voice sharp and cutting. “You can’t stand the fact that I have everything you want!”

“You have nothing that I don’t have better!” Valentine’s blue eyes blazed with fury. “You and all of Lakeport know that I’m superior than you in every way!”

“You can try to fool yourself all you want, but we both know that you’re intimidated by my looks!” Kris grunted. “You can’t stand it!”

“Keep telling yourself that, Kris!” the blonde roared. “But the truth is, no matter how much you try to compete with me, you’ll always be one step behind!”

“Oh, just shut the fuck up, bitch!” Kristine spat out harshly, and the heated, furious exchange of accusations stopped all of a sudden.

Valentine felt frozen for a moment. Never in her life had someone insulted her with the b-word and, from what she saw on Kristine’s shocked face, the brunette should never have said it before. Without a doubt, that was a crossed line for both.

“Listen to me very carefully, Kristine, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once.” Valentine’s voice was now soft, almost a whisper, but her lovely eyes were burning. “If Lakeport has an official bitch, that’s you.”

The cheerleader’s body tightened when she heard something similar to the hiss of a snake coming from Kristine’s mouth. The sun kept falling in the west, the temperature dropping as the popular girls clenched their fists at their sides.

“Valentine, you arrogant blonde,” the dark-haired dancer grunted under her breath. Seconds before, they had both been yelling at each other, but that new voice register felt much more dangerous. “You have the guts to deny that you are a bitch after kissing me in the pool just to provoke me.”

Angry at the accusation, but especially at the part of truth behind it, Valentine suddenly took a violent step toward the other girl, expecting Kristine to flinch back. But that time the brunette walked up to her, forcing them to invade each other’s private space when they collided thigh to thigh, bust to bust.

“Filthy bitch,” Valentine blamed, pushing her nose against the dancer’s. Below, she could felt Kristine’s sexy, dense breasts pressed firmly against her solid pair of hot bosoms, and a flood of nasty, secret questions assailed her mind—it felt like time stood still, the intimate contact sending shivers down Valentine’s spine, and a flood of conflicting emotions washed over her.

“You started this with your dirty lips, Val,” Kristine groaned against her face. “So now don’t act surprised.”

“All I did was give you a little kiss, girl,” Valentine said with an answering groan, passion and resentment taking control of her soft voice. “It’s not my fault you couldn’t handle it…”

Valentine noticed the brunette’s fine nostrils flaring angrily against her own nose at her accusatory words, the aggressive, intimidating pressure between young bodies getting tenser. The cheerleader could feel the heat radiating off Kristine’s bikini-clad body, her firm curves pressing against her own solid pair.

“What can’t I handle, Val?” Kristine asked, tilting her head slightly, her dark brown eyes glowing serious, intent. “This?”

All of a sudden, the dancer grabbed a handful of Valentine’s flaxen hair with her right hand and, leaning in, pressed her soft lips down hard against the blonde’s. Taken by surprise, Valentine reacted one second later but, when she did, all the hatred she had harvested in the last few minutes melted away under the wave of lust that flooded her—she kissed Kristine back. Breast to breast with the other girl, the tall blonde felt her heart throbbing heavily as the kiss went immediately beyond the innocence of the peck in the pool, the brunette’s pliant lips sucking hers boldly as Valentine’s own thick mouth tasted Kristine’s dark red lipstick. She couldn’t help closing her eyes and gently panting, her ten fingers reaching into the other young woman’s dark hair to deepen the reciprocal female kiss.

Valentine felt that she could forgive the ugly things Kristine had said to her if they kept making out by the lake on that peaceful, beautiful sunset, their lips locked in a soft, sweet kiss that it would not end when the night fell and the stars shone above their heads. But as soon as she felt Kristine’s two hands grabbing her hair too tightly, the blonde knew that was not the brunette’s plan. The sharp but expected hair jerk made Valentine’s scalp burn, her grunt of pain abruptly drowned against a fleshy mouth that, suddenly, was violently wrestling against hers. Caught off guard again by the aggressive dancer, Valentine almost stumbled, but she recovered just in time and surged back, twisting her fingers into Kristine’s curls and engaging the other young woman’s invading mouth with her own pink lips.

Without warning, Valentine felt she was engaged in a fight—a weird, almost ritualistic fight, but a fight after all. All her muscles were flexed, her gorgeous body pushing forward as if she were trying to force the other girl down to the ground. Kristine’s stunning body was undoubtedly trying to do the same but, even though meaty thighs, strong pelvises and big boobs were pushing hard against their counterparts, Valentine could hardly believe that it was actuallyin their locked mouths where the pressure was greatest. For several furious seconds, the flexible, silky lips kissed each other ferociously until the cheerleader got carried away and bit Kristine’s belligerent mouth. The tall brunette responded with a low growl and a quick, cruel bite but, before the situation got out of hand, she ripped her dark red lips away with a wet smack that resonated on the surface of the lake. With a mutual push, the attractive women split up.

Valentine staggered back a few steps, her bikini-clad body glowing sweaty in the last light of day. A few steps away from her, Kristine was leaning on a tree, her own fat-breasted, long-legged figure perspiring after the intense kiss, her pretty eyes sparkling brightly. Both were breathing heavily, the blonde seeing in the face of the brunette the same shock at what had just transpired between them that she herself felt. The sudden kiss had been so soft and delicious at first, so bitter and hostile in the end, that Valentine didn’t know how to feel about it. She could still feel the toxic taste of Kristine’s mouth in hers, and the sharp but oddly exciting pain in her scalp from the bitter hair pulling—contradiction after contradiction, the golden-haired cheerleader didn’t know which instinct to follow. Should she corner the brunette against that tree and kiss her? Or should she just grab her dark silky hair and pluck it out, follicle by follicle? As her blood pumped furiously through her veins, Valentine realized how much she wanted to do boththings at the same time.

“I thought you didn’t like girls,” she finally said, trying to buy time to compose herself.

“Now we’re even,” the dancer replied with a forced neutral tone, ignoring the blonde’s accusation. Then she wiped the back of her hand across her lips, as if to erase the taste of Valentine’s pink mouth from her full lips.

That broke the scale. The cheerleader’s mouth set in a hard line, her blue eyes sparking with rage at Kristine’s gesture of rejection. Her feminine ego, empowered during the last year, was not going to allow that dirty affront—between love and war, the snooty, stupid brunette beauty had chosen war, and Valentine was more than willing to give her what she wanted.

“Fuck you, Kristine Louise Anderson,” the blonde grunted quietly.

“No,” the brunette said softly, shaking her head. “Fuck you, Valentine Grace Silverman. Fuck you and your troublemaking mouth.”

“Fuck yours, dirty kisser!” Valentine roared. “Fuck you, fuck your mouth and fuck your fucking legs!”

The last four words seemed to stay in the air around the girls. Valentine didn’t believe she said that and, from Kristine’s face, neither did the dancer. Just then, in perfect harmony with the mood of the two beauties, the night began to surround them, the brunette’s flawless figure starting to fade into the shadows in front of Valentine.

“Take that back,” Kristine’s voice emerged from the depths of darkness, barely a whisper, as sharp as a knife, as dangerous as the hiss of a cobra. “Take back what you said about my legs or…”

“Or what, Kris?” Valentine interrupted, her pupils dilating and struggling to keep seeing the other young woman in the gloom. “Are you gonna kiss me really hard again?” She rolled her eyes, even though she knew the brunette could not see her gesture. “Oh, please, now I’m scared.”

Kristine began to walk toward her, her curvaceous figure swaying in the dark with aggression. Biting her lower lip, Valentine placed her hands on her hips and, straightening herself, waited for her. A couple of seconds later the brunette was already against her, her heavy bust pressing tightly on her own firm pair, bikini bra to bikini bra. Valentine was caught by surprise as she felt a tightness growing between her legs as she stood facing Kristine, her long, sexy body matched inch by inch with the dancer’s long, sexy body.

It’s just nerves, she said to herself in denial, refusing to weigh other more obvious factors.

“You should be scared, blondie,” Kristine snarled, her hot breath kissing Valentine’s mouth. “You don’t want to mess with women who are taller and stronger than you.”

“You littlebitch,” the blonde murmured against the other beauty’s face. “I’m taller and stronger than you, so watch your mouth.”

Kristine’s response came from her bosoms, not her mouth, as the cheerleader felt the dancer’s dense glands forcing themselves a little harder against her big, pretty glands. Valentine’s hands instinctively curled into claws at her sides as the air became heavy with the possibility of violence between the two young rivals. But as she countered with her own breast pressure, bringing her eyes and lips closer to their counterparts in Kristine’s dimmed face, she could almost taste something else in the air.

“You’re not bigger than me, you tramp,” Kristine grunted softly, and Valentine didn’t miss the double meaning as both pairs of boobs brushed through the lycra of their bikini cups.

“I’m bigger,” the blonde said flatly. Feeling her own breasts swelling inside her pink bra, she decided to grab the bull by the horns. “My legs are the longest pair here, and no doubt my boobs are fatter than yours.”

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