How Anna became the Marine Chick (High School Chronicles) Chapter 1
I recently re-read a wonderful story by A. Penman and it brought back memories of my younger days. It also had me think about writing something short, describing some of the intense encounters (all fiction but based in fact) and how those encounters shaped me. For legal purposes, all the names have been changed and everyone involved is 18 years old or older. As with all my stories, the women take the driver’s seat. This fictional tale will become the starting point for the Marine Chick universe. This will also have an alternative encounter between Joyce and myself different from the story Mommy Dearest. As always, if you want to be a part of this universe, let me know.
The high school I attended was a hotbed for girl fights. When my older sister, Dawn, attended, she was in weekly fights. For the most part, I had steered clear of the drama that kicks off a catfight. I was grunge before it was popular. I wore jeans, flannels and Doc Martens before it was super hip. Look at me, the real trendsetter! Sure I wasn’t a stranger to hair pulling, slapping or punching, I had two sisters. I just had not gotten into anything at the school; which based on the law of averages, I was well below the activity line. Hell, we even had a teacher, Miss Lynn, who taught English but also taught girls the womanly art of the catfight. She was on the shorter side both in stature at 5’2” and her pixie brown haircut as well as sported a huge chest that jutted out from her tight blouses or sweaters. Though I had never seen her give out her lessons (until I happened upon them), rumor had it that a couple girls from my class as well as some of previous senior years had weekly battles at her home and even in her classroom.
It was right after Spring Break 1993 and naked catfight with this Canadian girl I met in Daytona Beach, Dawn, like my older sister. She and I found out we were staying on the same floor of the hotel. We met by chance after both of us had been in fights. Me on the beach with this 40 year old MILF who was pissed her hubby was gawking at me. Dawn found out on of her teachers was there flaunting the mid 20 year old body for the pool crowd. They got much more of a show when Dawn and her teacher got into a catfight. I had walked back up to my room, still covered in sand from my fight and locked eyes with Dawn who was 5 doors down. The staring contest led her to walk down to me. I asked if she had a problem, she said she did and wanted to discuss it. This will all be detailed in chapter 2.
After I got back from Spring Break, I got into a topless catfight with my older sister Dawn. She was home from college and like most sisters, we hated each other. Turns out it didn’t take much for the two of us to be hands deep in hair and ripping off tank tops and bras. The fight could have gone further than it did but my mother, Joyce, and my other sister, Amie, broke it up. I was the black sheep in the family, having more of resemblance to my dad’s side of the family while my mother and sisters were blonde. I knew my mother hated me but I didn’t realize the extent to which she was willing to go to see me hurt.
The first Monday back from Spring Break was going by quick. I moved up to my locker and dialed in the combo to change out books for lunch. The black Ramones t-shirt was tight over my chest. A lot of my old t-shirts were becoming smaller with my expanding chest. I normally tried to hide my body as I wasn’t a fucking showoff like a majority of the girls in my class. I sat alone at a table and looked around. I looked up from my sandwich to lock eyes with Stacy Moss.
Let me pause to give you some background of the cliques here. All the girl cliques at my school revolved around fighting. The heavy metal dirt bags who pulled teased up hair and clawed it out, the skaters (goth/emo today) who rolled around like angry cats, the nerds and smart girls who got into some of the raunchiest catfights I had ever seen, and the rich girls/athletes who took on all comers and each other. Now while my family was one of the richest in town, I didn’t flaunt it, unlike my sister, who when she was in high school was the leader of the rich girls. Plus Dawn had burned so many bridges and my mom had fucked up so many moms in town that I was always persona non-grata. I was on ok terms with the skaters and nerds but not the dirt bags. The teased up hairspray hair and wannabe Cinderella and Poison shirts made me roll my eyes. They were led by a busty tough girl named April. April was one of those who learned some her catfighting from Miss Lynn. Back in the 1990/s, Jennifer was a popular name and both the Nerds and Rich girls leaders were named Jenny. Jenny G for the nerds and Jenny R for the rich girls. Stacy was a part of the Rich girl group. I muttered “Oh great” as I saw her make her way over to where I was sitting.
Stacy sat down without being invited and leaned in close to me from across the table. “I have a problem with you, bitch,” she said quietly. “Over spring break, your mom beat up my mom and fucked my dad.”
“Sorry?” I more asked than stated. “It has zero to do with me, Stacy.”
“Oh I think it fucking does,” Stacy said in a hiss. “You act all high and mighty around here like your shit don’t stink while your family are a bunch of cxnts.”
“My family is a bunch of cxnts,” I said as I could see the look of confusion on her face. “But I am not into the whole poop thing. I mean if you like having people take shits on your tits, then that is all you.” I swear I saw her left eye twitch at the corner.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Stacy screamed and slapped me across the face. All noise and movement in the lunchroom came to an abrupt halt. My eyes clouded over with tears and my left cheek burned.
“OH POOR ANNA!” Stacy taunted loudly, looking around the room. “Are you going to cry abou….SMACK!”
I watched her head whip to the side, almost taking her off the bench. She looked wide eyed at me. The shocked look on her face turned into a snarl as she lunged across the table with fingers aimed at my brown hair. My brown bag, chips, soda and sandwich went flying as the blonde tackled off the bench and onto the standard tile floor of the lunch area. Still sort of fresh from my catfight with my sister, I grabbed her hair back. We violently wrestled and tumbled, with each of us trying to get on top. We let go with one hand each to punch, slap and grab at whatever we could. Even though I was completely in this fight, I could hear cheering from the people gathered around us.
“GET HER STACY”
“STRIP HER”
“GET HER TITS”
I tangled my legs with hers, me in my jeans and her legs bare under the skirt she was wearing. I had my eyes closed to the pain in my scalp but knew I rolled on top of her. Then, strong hands started to pull me off. Someone yelled for everyone to calm down and I knew it was the teachers. I let go of Stacy and was hauled to my feet. The blonde rose but when she got a look at who was between us, she stopped. Miss Lynn hand one hand on my arm with the other extended towards the blonde.
“You two. My classroom, NOW!” Miss Lynn stated, leading each of us by our upper arms toward her classroom. When we got inside she instructed me to sit on one side of the room with Stacy sitting on the other. “Now what am I to do with you two?” Miss Lynn asked as she leaned her rounded ass against her desk with her arms crossed under her huge breasts. “Fighting could get you both suspended.”
I had pretty much had enough, both from the looks Stacy was throwing at me but also the teacher’s condescending attitude. “Suspended? Girls fight here all the time. None of them have ever been suspended.”
“I didn’t tell you to speak, Miss Chambers,” the teacher said in a raised voice. “You will speak only when spoken to.” She tapped her finger against her right arm for a minute of silence before speaking again. “Both of you will serve detention with me this afternoon. I will call to inform your parents not to expect you until after 5PM.”
I just shook my head as I walked out of the classroom. The rest of the day went by in a haze. After school was done, I walked back to the classroom and noticed Stacy already inside with Miss Lynn. All of the student desks had been pushed back towards the wall. Mats lined the floor where the desks had been. I stepped in and Miss Lynn pointed me to a chair in the back of the room. I went and set my backpack down before I sat. The teacher walked to the door, locked it and placed a placard up so no one could see into the room.
“So here is what is going to happen,” Miss Lynn said as she walked back to her desk and leaned against it. “You two will strip down to bra and panties and fight. There are to be no use of any weapons, no punching or kicking to the head or face.”
“What if I don’t want to fight?” I asked as I stared hard at the teacher.
Miss Lynn smiled at me, “Your mother thought you would say that when I talked with her. You can try and make it to the door, but then instead of just fighting Stacy, you will be fighting me as well. Then you be suspended for attacking a faculty member at the school. Now if you fight Stacy, this all stays here and that is the end of it. That is until you want a piece of me.”
“Count on it,” I said through gritted teeth. I stood and began to take off my clothing. On the other side of the room, Stacy Moss was doing the same. I discarded my boots, socks, jeans and t-shirt into a pile on the floor. I looked over and Stacy had removed her red blouse and red skirt, showing off a very pretty red lace bra and panty set. I was in a white Playtex bra and mismatched black panties. She and I were both around 5’5” with me having a healthy D cup and the blonde having a slightly bigger pair. Such is the story of my life.
Miss Lynn was all smiles as Stacy and I strode forward and SMACKED together in the middle of the classroom, hands going to brown and blonde hair respectively. Heads were yanked left and right as Stacy and I stumbled around on the mats. Our bra clad boobs brushed together at first, but soon where ramming full speed into the other set. My head got yanked back hard making me move backwards. The blonde bitch bit my chin and I screamed out, instinctively punching her head with my right fist.
“NO PUNCHING!” Miss Lynn yelled.
I stopped hitting her head and raked my short nails down the left side of Stacy’s face. She gave a loud yelp and let go of the bite. I slapped her hard in the same spot where my nails attacked and it staggered her. I tried to use it to my advantage and put my left foot behind her right to trip her. It worked, a little too well, as she used her hair hold on me to pull me down with her to the mats. Our bodies compressed and it made me think back to when my sister Dawn and I went to the bed. Stacy and I wrapped our legs together as our bras crushed. I stayed on top of Stacy as I tried to use my body weight to wear her down. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Miss Lynn move towards the mats. I figured she wanted to get a closer look but then I felt fingers on the back clasps of my bra, and with the blonde’s hands in my hair, it could only be the teacher doing it.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” I cried out and the distraction was perfect for Stacy to roll us over with her on top. I looked past the blonde to see Miss Lynn undo the back clasps of the red bra.
Stacy slammed my head hard into the mats. I was stunned and my hands slackened in her hair. She pushed herself up and pulled my bra up to my throat, pressing down, cutting off my air supply. My eyes bugged out as I struggled under her. I grabbed her face to push her off but she bit at my hands. My eyes were watering but through the blurry vision I could see her bouncing pale breasts. I brought my hands down and around her sides to grab the tits from the side, dig my short nails in and shove them roughly together. She screamed so loud that I flinched but I did not let go. Stacy sat up and grabbed my wrists to pry the hands off. I tried my best to hold on. She grabbed my fingers and pulled them off by twisting my digits. I used a two handed shoved to push her off and I followed it up but pulling off my bra and whipping her across the back with my bra. She howled out. I brought my hand back to whip her again but Miss Lynn grabbed my bra and pulled it from my grasp. I turned towards the teacher and started to get to my feet to face her, but was grabbed by my hair from behind and dragged back to the mats. Stacy pounced on me and her hands found my breasts to exact revenge for what my hands did to hers. I grabbed her boobs back. The firm tits were pulled out with nails, squeezed and pinched, twisted like we were turning radio dials, and pressed flat against our breastbones. Both Stacy and I were breathing hard as we whimpered in our titfight. I don’t know how she felt at the time but my tits were on fire. Dawn and I had not spent this much time brutalizing each other like Stacy and I were doing. We seemed to push each other away at the same time.
I sat back with my feet under my butt as I massaged the pain from my wounded breasts. Stacy was doing the same. She was crying a little more than I was and I dropped my hands and started to move towards her. Stacy started to cower and curl up in a ball. Seeing this and still feeling feisty, I turned toward Miss Lynn. She was leaning against her desk with a smirk on her face. I moved up to my knees and was about to stand when Stacy wrapped her arms around me to pull me back down. The teacher moved too. I turned my body to get at the blonde when Miss Lynn grabbed my arms and pulled them back, allowing Stacy to grab both of my tits.
“AAAAAHHHH SHIT!” I screamed out and thrashed in the teachers grasp. I felt her huge tits press into the back of my head.
Stacy was pulling my D cups out as I bellowed in agony. I tilted my body to my left to get my right leg out from underneath me. I kicked my right foot up and first caught Stacy in the belly which caused her to let go of my boobs and then kicked her again in the face, knocking back off the mat. I twisted my head to bite down on the sweater and bra covered right breasts of Miss Lynn. I heard her scream and she pushed me down to the mat. I turned over to my back but she was on me. She was way stronger than I thought she would be but I had also been in a fight for the last 15 minutes. Lynn’s khaki skirt was hiked up over her shapely hips, I felt the stockings she was wearing against my bare legs. I grabbed a handful of hair and one of sweater, pulling and trying to roll us over. WE finally did roll over and kept rolling. I could hear the fabric of her sweater tear and wiggled my hand in to try and get at skin. But she was ultimately toying with me. She was letting me feel like I getting some shots in. WE rolled again but she stopped us and straddled my waist.
“You want to see tits, you little whore,” Miss Lynn hissed from on top, “Here you go!” She quickly pulled off the sweater and unhooked her bra. She shook out the biggest tits I had ever seen, then she dropped them down upon mine.
“OOOOOFFFFFF” I wheezed as air expelled from my lungs.
Miss Lynn slapped her huge girls across mine, almost taunting me. I wiggled my right hand free and balled up my fist, sending it into the large left breast. She grunted in pain and I was able to roll us again. I felt press of her panty clad crotch to mine and she was rubbing against me. She was getting off on the fight. I mean I was turned on as well and I was doing a horrible job of hiding it. We finally rolled with her on top again and I was done. I had zero stamina left. She slammed her huge tits down onto mine three times.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
On the third time she ground her breasts into mine and I was sobbing because I hurt all over. She gave my tits one final hard squeeze and got off of me.
“Next time you think you want to come at me,” Miss Lynn said as she put her bra back on, “Come prepared for pain. Now get dressed and get out of here.”
I crawled to my clothing and slowly dressed. I couldn’t get my bra on, my breasts hurt too much, so I just threw on the t-shirt and cradled my boobs until I got home. As I walked in the door, my mother, Joyce was waiting for me.
“Looks like miss high and mighty got her ass kicked,” my mom said as she gave me the once over. “Don’t even think about skipping class tomorrow. Your ass is going to school. Miss Lynn called a little bit ago. You see, you little bitch, and Miss Lynn and I planned this. She was going to jump in regardless. Sleep on that.”
All I could do was glare at my mom as I slowly climbed the stairs and went to my bedroom. That night though, I swore that I would get Joyce and Lynn back for what they did.
TO BE CONTINUED
