DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 17

“You dirty whore,” both brunettes grunted in unison, getting to their feet in the darkness between streetlights. Above their heads, a few voices were heard, but no one peered out of the windows.

“Here you have.” With contempt, Valeria threw the stolen shorts at AntiValeria’s feet. “I knew you were the easy type.”

“Look who’s talking,” her foe said, throwing Valeria’s cut-offs in front of her. “You always were the horniest of all of us.”

“Listen to me, asshole,” Valeria spat out as she stepped forward, exhaling an angry hiss, her bare breasts and hard nipples bristling under the night air. “I’m sick of your riddles and your dead ends. I’m going to get the whole truth out of you here and now.”

“Yes, right.” AntiValeria made a dismissive gesture as she shrugged her shoulders. “And how are you going to do that, exactly? Because despite all your tough talk, despite having tried with tits and nipples, with your tongue and yours fists, I’m still here.”

Valeria gritted her teeth, aware of the painful truth of her opponent’s words. But, at that instant, as if destiny wanted to open a door for her, a smell that the hot social star knew well flooded her nose, coming from the other brunette’s panties, but also from her own.

“I haven’t tried everything yet,” she whispered just before sniffing loudly, with intent. “And from what I smell, you can’t wait for me to try it that way.”

“I can smell you too, copycat,” AntiValeria growled immediately. She took her own step forward, and Valeria felt the warm closeness of her stiff-nippled bosoms.  “So don’t you dare deny the evidence: you want it too.”

Valeria felt her crotch throbbing. She knew perfectly well what both of them were talking about, well where they were both pushing each other to, but still, she felt that she was sinking herself into unknown shifting sands—not because their previous competitions hadn’t been highly erotic, but because that time the sexual nature was deeper and fuller, and somewhat elusive to predict. It really turned her on to subdue other women, to feel her dominating them as they resisted her seductive might, but now that energy was, for the first time, powerfully bidirectional. After all, in some strange way, she was battling against ‘herself’—the sexiest rival she’d ever fight.

“Well, you want it, I want it,” Valeria said. “What now?”

“Now let’s cut the bullshit and settle this as we’re obviously both looking for,” the other girl replied. “You and I have done this to many women before, although we hadn’t even needed to take off our tops to subdue them. It seems that, in our case, something more…intimate will be needed, won’t we?”

“So it seems,” she mumbled after licking her lips, her memory bringing back to her those times when another woman had ended up moaning, trembling in her arms in that way that only happened when one succumbed absolutely, unconditionally to carnal pleasure. The feeling of empowerment had been overwhelming for Valeria every time she achieved it, so now she was unable to imagine what it would be like to dominate that duplicated beauty in the same way. “It seems that we only have one way out of all this drama, you faker. And I can assure you that you will enjoy it and suffer it at the same time.”

“And how exactly are you going to make me enjoy and suffer at the same time?” AntiValeria challenged, and Valeria knew that her antagonist wanted her to say the words.

“Fucking your brains out,” she hissed bluntly. “Hard, until you come.”

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