"Just what I was afraid of," I said to myself, sadly shaking my head as I lifted the bra off the hook and examined it closer.
Wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes, I took a full, deep breath and exhaled. Having collected myself, I studied the bra and found it to be about my size. Curious as to my competition, I unzipped my dress and took off my bra. The red, lace cups fit my breasts perfectly. "Nice," I said aloud. "34C."
I looked in the mirror and fondled my breasts, trying to imagine how her breasts looked and felt. I wondered if her breasts were as round and firm, and if her areolas and nipples were as brown and hard as mine. I doubted it.
Although I was still upset at finding this evidence, I wasn't surprised. A woman just doesn't leave a bra in a man's house. Obviously she hadn't been dating Richard any longer than I had, and it was just her way of putting her mark on him and trying to ward off any other lovers. We women do these sorta things.
"Well, honey," I said, hanging my bra on the hook in it's place. “You're not the only hen in the house."
I didn't speak to Richard about it. We'd only been dating a few weeks and I didn't want to seem possessive or jealous (although I was very jealous), thus driving into the arm's of my rival. Besides, this was a girl-thing and we'd settle it amongst ourselves. That night I fucked Richard hard. I took him in all three holes, and he came on my face as he tit-fucked me.
"Oh, Karen...baby, you were fantastic," he said as I pulled his hips forward and took his cock in my mouth to lick it dry.
The next night I noticed his car wasn't at home and he didn't answer his cell phone. No doubt he was with that other woman. Then the night after that, I saw a cherry-red Mustang (the same one I'd seen one other time) in his driveway. I realized that my rival must be something special if she got him two nights in a row, but I'd get my chance to love him back tomorrow.
The next day I went to Richard's, anxious to check out his house for any more signs. Sure enough, back in the guest bathroom in a drawer under the sink I found a tube of slut-red lipstick and matching fingernail polish - plus my bra was gone!
"Alright, sweetie," I said, taking out my hot pink lipstick and nail polish and exchaning them with hers. That slut-red lipstick and nail polish was more than just a sign of another woman's presence. She was sending me a loud, clear message that this was her turf and that he was her man. My nipples began to harden and my crotch started to itch. I knew that sooner or later if we couldn't beat each other in the bedroom, then we'd beat each other someway else.
"Mmmmm," I moaned as my snatch started to drip. I cupped my crotch with one hand and began massaging my breasts with the other as I thought about my catfight looming in the near future. Groping myself thru my slacks and blouse, I wondered if I'd be catfighting a luscious brunette such as myself, or a jealous blonde that had it out for sexy brunettes. Maybe the bitch would be a firey redhead with pale, creamy skin, and anxious to whip my ass in a girly-girl fight. Whatever the case, I'd be ready and willing if the time ever happened.
"Oh, fuck," I muttered, bringing myself back and noticing that my panties were now soaked at the crotch. "Shit."
Then a light went on, and I grinned at myself in the mirror. Quickly I took off my slacks and stood in front of the mirror as I pulled my panties up my snatch. Using my fingers, I pushed in as much as I could, and fingered myself thru the cotton material. I got the front as wet as I could and pulled the back up my fine, hot ass, using my finger to shove a little up my asshole and ream it around.
"Let's see how ya' like this, bitch," I said, taking off my white panties and putting them in the drawer with the lipstick and nail polish.
Now I was sending a loud, clear message!
That night after we made love, Richard told me he was leaving town tomorrow (Thursday) and wouldn't be back until late Sunday night.
"Where too?" I asked.
"Would you like some company?" I asked, teasing but hoping.
"No, not this time, Karen," he said, rolling off of me. "It's just all business."
But I knew better. Two weeks ago he had taken me to Boston, and now it was this other bitch's turn. I was very, very jealous, and didn't know how much longer I could go on sharing him with this other woman.
"Will you call me?"
"Yeah, sure. Whenever I get the chance."
Richard called me only once that weekend. We talked for just a few mintues Saturday afternoon.
"Can I see you Monday?" I asked.
"Monday...Monday would be great."
"Baby...I miss you."
I could hear him sigh. "I miss you too. I'll see you Monday."
He chuckled. "Kiss-kiss." And then hung up.
When I saw him Monday, I raped him. Right there in the hallway we fucked. He came in my ass and I sucked him dry. Not only was I horney as hell, but I also wanted to show him how much he was missed.
"Damn," he said as we got up from the floor. "I guess you really did miss me."
I threw my arms around his neck. "Please don't ever leave me again. Take me with you...always take me with you."
"We'll see, babe, we'll see."
We Frenched, and then he swatted me on the ass and told me to go get cleaned up while he started dinner.
"Alright," I said, smiling.
I really did think he liked me. But I knew he liked someone else also.
Hurrying into the guest bathroom again, I yanked open the drawer and found a pair of black silk panties with a note pinned to the crotch.
Pearl's was a lounge bar in one of the city's downtown hotels. I had been there a few times and knew it to be a quiet, cozy little place with not too much activity except on special weekends.
"Mmmmmm," I moaned as I held the panties to my face and took a deep whiff.
I could smell the strong scent of a womanly vagina, and knew her to be hot, sexy and beautiful, and with class and style by her handwriting on the note. There was no doubting now. I was up against some real female competition. Pulling her panties around my waist, they fit just as perfect as the bra had. I could still almost fell the warmth of her crotch against mine as my ass molded to the shape of her ass.
That night as Richard lay next to me sleeping, I wondered if I'd be sleeping with him again. I sure hoped so, and although I'd only been dating him shortly, I felt like he was a man I'd marry. But right now that wasn't the issue.
Tuesday night when I drove past his house, I saw that cherry-red Mustang in the driveway and knew that she was having her roll in the hay with him. I was pissed, and extremely jealous, but I could at least take comfort in knowing that after tomorrow I wouldn't have to share him again with her.
Wednesday morning I called in to work sick so I could buy a new dress and get my hair and nails done. I knew she'd look her best for me, and I wanted to look my best for her. Right before dressing, I took a nice, long soak in a bubble bath. My nerves were a little frayed and I was very anxious about our meeting and the inevitable catfight to come. At 26 years of age, it had been a few years since my last true scratch match, but I'd had several in high school and early in college. Having painted my nails with her slut-red polish, I put on her bra and panties and my new short, figure-fitting, screaming red dress and matching pumps. I also applied a generous coating of her lipstick to my full, pouting lips.
When I got to the bar, there were a few people inside. A group of business men sat at a booth in a corner. A few single men lingered around the bar, and there were two other couples scattered about. Ordering a glass of wine, I sat at a table next to the window and looked out. It was 4:15 p.m. and I was ready for this bitch to show. By 4:40 p.m. I had already finished my wine and shooed away two different men who offered to buy me drinks.
"I'll have another," I said to the waiter.
Turning back around to the window, I just caught a glimpse of a red sportscar turning the corner of my blindside. My stomach jumped and my hands started to sweat as I hoped it was finally her. I watched the window, but saw nothing. I looked at the door, but no one came in. I watched and looked and looked at watched. Then suddenly there she appeared. Coming thru the door I knew it was her as I watched her stroll up to the bar. She looked lovely. Beautiful in fact, in her short, tight black dress and matching 4" pumps. She pushed back her hair and looked over her shoulder at me. A wicked little smirk crossed her face as I forced a sly grin of my own. I think she liked the fact that I was a brunette, because I loved the fact that she was a blonde.
The waiter brought me my wine as the bartender filled her order. She looked back at me again and I tipped my glass. She shifted her weight and flipped back her hair at me. I ran my hand thru my hair and gave her a little shake back. She smirked again, and I gave her a shrug. She then paid for her drink and made her way towards my table. She had nice long legs and a very attractive figure. I stood up to greet her, allowing her to check out my lovely legs and impressive body.
"Are you waitin' on Richard's girlfriend?" she sneered, walking almost directly on top of me.
"No," I snarled. "I am Richard's girlfriend."
"Hmm, that's funny,'' she said, pushing her silky blond hair behind an ear, "because I'm his girlfriend."
"That's what you think," I said.
She looked me in the eyes and then gazed down the low neckline of my dress. I did likewise, and we both seemed to take in a deep breath.
"Well," she said. "I guess we have lots to talk about."
"I guess," I said, motioning her to sit down with me.
I liked the fact that she sat down next to me and not across from me. We both took a sip and sorta checked each other out.
"I see you're wearin' my nail polish and lipstick...nice," she said with a smirk.
"That's right," I said. "And I'm also wearin' your bra and panties."
She smiled, "I'm wearin' your stuff too. But of course your bra is a little small for me."
I’d noticed right away she had on my lipstick and polish. "I hardly doubt that since your bra is a little tight on me too," I smiled back.
"Well," she said, looking around the corner of the table and pretending to check me out. "I guess you are sorta attractive. I can't blame him for seein' you."
"You're not so bad yourself," I said.
We both took a drink and kept our eyes trained together. I thought she was pretty in the face, but not nearly as pretty as me. But she did have a killer body like I knew she would.
"So," I asked. “How long have you been seein' him?"
She put down her glass and said, "I guess we've been sleepin' together for about a couple of months...you?"
I nodded and set down my glass. "We've been makin' love for about that long I guess. Maybe a bit longer."
"Uh-huh," she said. "I'll bet."
We picked up our glasses and gave each other 'fuck you' glares as we took a sip.
"You still plan on seein' him now that you've seen me?" she asked.
"I do," I nodded, staring at her.
"I guess you didn't know he took me to San Francisco," she seemed to brag.
"I figured he did. But did you know he took me to Boston," I boasted.
She nodded. "I'm not surprised."
I crossed my leg and the tip of my shoe brushed across her's. She pushed back and so did I. As our feet dangled together, we continued talking and getting more catty with each other.
"So do you have a name?" I asked.
"Well, I can't say I'm glad to know you," she said.
"The feelin' is mutual," I snapped.
"Would you ladies like another drink?" asked the waiter, interrupting us.
We looked at each other.
"No, we're about done here," she said.
"No thanks," I said.
We sat quietly, just looking at each other until he left.
"I didn't come here to meet you," I said, kicking the point of my shoe against her's. "And I don't intend to share him any longer."
"Yeah, well, I didn't ask you here to become friends either," she snapped, kicking back.
"So what now?" I asked, leaning forward.
"Catfight," she said, leaning in.
"Good. I was hopin' it would come to this," I said.
"Same here. That's why I took the liberty to get us a room," she said with a glare.
"Then let's get too it," I growled.
"Let's go," she said, pushing back her chair.
Getting up we walked shoulder to shoulder out of the bar and towards the elevators. I was nervous, but very anxious to get started with her. I knew our fight could go either way because we matched up with each other almost perfectly. I'm 5-8 and she's about 5-81/2, but I outweighed her 125 pounds to 120. I'm 26 and she's 27, we both measure 34C-24-34. I'm fit and trim and she's lean and toned.
"Have you ever fought before?" she asked as we rode up to the tenth floor.
"A few," I said. "You?"
She nodded. "Some."
Once inside the room, she locked and bolted the door as I went to the foot of the kingsize bed.
"Wanna undress, or shall we shred 'em from our bodies?" she asked, stepping out of her black pumps.
"No need to ruin good clothes," I said, kicking off my heels.
Unzipping our dresses, we both kept close eye contact as we slid them down our bodies and stepped out of them. I have to admit she looked good standing there in my bra and panties. I reached around my back and unsnapped her bra that I was wearing. She nodded and did the same, and we both tossed them on the dresser.
"You do have a nice body," she smirked, wearing nothing but my white panties.
"So do you," I glared, in her black panties.
"Too bad I'm gonna tear it up," she said, stepping towards me.
"Bitch," I said, reaching out for her.
"You slut," she said as we came together.
She grabbed me by the top of the hair as I balled up my fists and pumped one across her belly.
"Uugghh!" she grunted, yanking like hell on my hair.
"Oouucchh!" I winced. She jerked my hair hard again as I sent my left fist across her cheek.
"Ooowww!" I cried as she tore out some of my hair and stumbled backwards. I sprang at her and shoved her up against the wall. She grunted as she hit it good, but as I went to grab her tits, I felt pain shoot thru my hips and realized she was squeezing my snatch. "Oooowww!" I bawled, running my left hand between her thighs. She doubled over into me as I squeezed her snatch right back. We both fell over on the bed yanking and stretching out each other's panties. "Leggo, bitch!" I shouted, falling back and pulling on her panties.
"You leggo!" she yelled, punching me under the jaw.
I was now flat on my back with my head buzzing as she sorta stood over me on her knees.
"Oooowww!" I cried as her hands filled with my breasts and squeezed.
I grabbed at her wrists and pulled. She dug into my right tit with her sharp fingernails. I winced loudly, but went for her crotch.
"Ssshhit!" she barked, but running her right hand between my thighs.
I groaned and doubled over forward into a sitting position. We both squeezed each other's sex real good before I threw an elbow into her ribs.
"Uuunnnggg!" she grunted.
"Bitch," I swore, throwing that same elbow again and drilling her in the right tit. She groaned and fell over on her back. I rolled up on my knees and slapped her good across the cheek. She grabbed me by the hair and yanked me down next to her on the bed. I tried to roll over on top of her, but she put her knee in my stomach and jerked me back down again by the hair.
"Slut," she swore, rolling over on me with her knee still pressed against my tight abs.
"Uuunnnggg," I moaned out loudly as she stood up on her knees with that one knee still buried in my belly and sinking in.
"You cunt," she called me, pulling on a fist of my hair as her knee grinded in my gut.
"Uuummpphh!" I groaned again, throwing my left fist directly into her snatch.
"Ooommpphh!" she bellowed, falling off and over on her back. I rolled over into her and grabbed her crotch with my left hand as my face covered her left breast.
"Aaaaarrrrgggg!!" she screamed as I bit her tit and squeezed her pussy.
I could feel her nipple on my tongue as I sank my teeth into her milky tit. It was a great feeling to bite down on her and put my nails in her snatch as well.
"Aaaarrrgggg!" I cried as I was torn off by the hair and thrown to my back, leaving a handful of my hair behind.
"You bitch!" she shouted as she instantly rolled my way and swiped her fingernails down my cheek.
"Oooww!" I barked, taking her by the hair. I yanked her across my body, and then bucked and jerked her sideways next to me. I tried to roll on top, but she now had her hands in my hair and stopped me. Now on our sides she tried to get her legs around me, but my legs intercepted her legs and wrapped them up. With our hands full of each other's hair, our bodies were brought together as our legs tightened and flexed on each other.
"You fuckin' bitch," she growled in my face with tears pooling in her eyes.
"Fuck you, bitch," I swore back, trying to roll on top of her. She pulled me back over and our hips bucked together. I twisted her head sideways by the hair as she pulled straight back on mine. We both swore as we pulled our heads together and brushed cheeks. I wormed my way on top for a second, and then she wormed her way on top of me. I yanked back on her hair. She jerked my head over. I stretched out her neck. She turned my head. We went into a back-and-forth roll. Our inner thighs pressed and pumped in unison as our legs locked behind the knees and bent around. Our tits were also in fray, punching and mashing around on each other. Sometimes our areolas would meet up and tangle nipples.
"Uuummm," she groaned as my tart nipples turned her's around. Her legs tightened around mine and we rolled over on our shoulders as our legs went up in the air. We were hip-to-hip and each had an ass cheek pressing together. Our legs twisted and slid up and down as we tried to break each other's limbs at the knees. We turned our faces into each other and both dropped a hand across a tit.
"Uuuummm, fuuuuck," she softly swore as I stretched out her left areola.
"Oooohh ggggaawwdd," I wimpered as her nails rotated in my right globe.
I let go of her areola and shoved my hand between her clamped thighs. I used my legs to spread out her's as my hand now ran inside of her panties and I forced myself on top with my shoulder.
"Yeeeeeoooowww!" she cried as I found a little patch of pubic hair.
I rolled over on her some more as her left tit bounced up in my face.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrgggggg!!" she screamed as I chomped down on her tit just below the bruised areola.
She was bucking and screaming, but I held my bite and scratched my nails thru her pubic mound.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! She slammed three consecutive left hooks into my ribs, forcing me to lose my bite and pull my hand out of her crotch.
POP! As I stood up on my knees, I took another left fist across the jaw that knocked me on my back next to her on the bed.
"You bitch!" she shouted, getting to her knees and yanking me into a sitting position by the top of my hair.
SLAP! I was slapped to my back, and again I was yanked up and slapped.
"I'll kill you!" she yelled, hauling me back up by the hair for a third time.
SLAP! Over on my back I went again, but this time she came down on top of me.
"Uuummph," I grunted as her breasts crashed across mine. Quickly I filled my hands with her hair and tried to scissor my legs around her waist. But she jerked hard on my hair and used her legs to tie up mine. I rolled her over, and then she rolled me back over. I rolled over on her again, and she rolled me back over again.
"Uuunngg...slut," I swore.
"Fuckin'...uummph...bitch," she cussed.
With our fingers twisting in each other's tresses, our bodies grinded together as our legs fought from hip to ankle. To and fro we wallowed on each other as we pulled hair and battled breasts. Our long, brown legs strained and flexed with our firm thighs scissored and fighting to out-muscle the other.
"Give it up, bitch," she said, nearly tearing out a handful of my hair.
"Oooowww!" I screamed, ripping right back on her hair and pulling her over. She screamed, and we kept on catfighting as the outcome now hung in the air.
"Give, bitch," I grunted, squeezing my thighs against her's as hard as I could.
"Aaahh," she gasped, shoving her palm under my chin and pushing. I pulled back on her hair as our legs flipped open and freed us, and we both rolled in opposite directions on the bed.
"Uumm, shit," I moaned, sitting up and looking over at her. She rolled off and got to her feet rubbing her head and softly swearing.
"Had enough?" I asked, getting to my feet.
She looked at me, "Fuck you!"
I walked around to the foot of the bed and she met me there.
"Bitch," she swore as we stepped forward slapping.
We both nearly dropped to our knees as we slapped the shit out of each other. I rose up first, but as she rose up she clipped me across the jaw with a backhand. My head snapped back, but I lashed out with a slap that nearly knocked her head off. She flew off her feet and landed face down on the bed.
"You cunt!" I shouted, pouncing on her backside and straddling her.Grabbing her hair with two fists I reared back and pulled as hard as possible.
"Oooooowwww!!!" she screamed, beating the bed with her hands as her feet kicked off the end of the bed. Twisting her head sideways, I stretched her neck over and slowly dragged out a huge handful of hair.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck!!! Ooooooowwwwww!!! Leeee' ggggoooo!!! Yooouuuu w-i-n!!! Yooouuuu w-i-n!!!"
I threw her face into the mattress and gave her ass a hard shot with my right knee. Getting off, I backed up and breathed deeply. I put my hands on my knees, but kept my eyes on her as she curled up in a ball on the bed and held the back of her head crying. I shook out my hair and rubbed my cheeks as I continued to catch my breath. It had been a hard, bruising battle, and this blonde had turned out to be just as tough as she was beautiful.
"You give him up, bitch?" I finally needed to confirm.
She sobbed but gave a resounding 'yes'.
I nodded, and began to slowly dress for my evening with my man!