My Journal Entry 4:
Ok so last time I wrote here I fought Carla again, lost to the bitch, then got myself another fight with someone I actually do like, Mrs Chilton... Oops sorry Desirée, who helped me out after my defeat but I couldn't help myself but to challenge her to fight me, what is wrong with me? That is what I have asked myself for over a month, hell I wondered if I should write about it, what would be the point though was always my thought to that.
Anyway after my defeat to Carla, things felt different as you can probably guess, for starters in the apartment people seemed to look at me with... I guess pity is best way to describe it, some I know had laughed at my arse kicking, then there was Desirée and me, a month ago we'd have been polite to each other, even stopped to chat about life if we were free, instead it felt like we were going to get into each others faces at any moment, holding back purely because we agreed to wait, she wanted me fully healed before we fought, still I wanted to slap her, drag her around the hallway by her hair and beat her to show I could stand up to Carla in a fair fight.
See that's what I worked out, God for someone wanting to be a lawyer I was really naive it seemed, those who felt that Carla would kick my ass even after my first bout with her saw me as a cheat, that the fight in my bedroom wasn't fair as I leapt on her to start it, ignoring the fact we rolled around, slapped, clawed and I mauled her pussy to win it, they thought I had got lucky by striking first, stupid bitches!
After my defeat I decided I needed to be ready for a third clash with Carla, I craved it and judging by the smirk on Carla's face when I passed her, she wanted a third round between us as she surely wanted to settle once and for all whose the better woman, though still I am still confused why she showed me some respect when I saw her after she beat me badly, I will admit she hurt me and did it with skills I never thought of, should I really respect that?
Anyway before I go into a philosophical debate with myself, I decided to hit the gym each day after work, don't worry I am not wanting to become a body builder, I have always been sort of fit, I can't just be sort of though, I needed to be properly fit, especially fighting a heavier woman like Desirée, who I am sure outweighed me by nearly twenty pounds, as I look at the scales now I am up to a full 141lbs on my 5'7 frame, so not bad for over a month of working out, as I look in the mirror while writing this nude, I can see more of a definition of a six pack, everything else more toned up including my bum, wow I honestly think I could bounce a quarter off it! Why people would is beyond me but damn!
Oops focus Ellen! So back to me and Desirée, a week before the month was up, she knocked on my door, I wore a white sports bra and leggings as I was going to go for a run, opening the door I saw the forty year old black woman in a red dress and sandals, she asked if she could come in, part of me wondered if she was wanting to fight so badly she had come to my territory to battle, my heart was racing as I silently stood aside, she walked past and took her sandals off, making me even more sure we were about to throw slaps or maybe even fists.
Instead she calmly said "I want to discuss our fight, truce darling?" Holding her hands up to show she didn't want any trouble, I shut the door disappointed, I could see she saw that as she smiled, saying "I told you it would be a month, I want you ready for our fight, trust me way you have been looking at me, I could have slapped you by now" making me chuckle as I nodded, suddenly my heart slowed down and it honestly felt like we were back to where we were before, two friendly neighbours catching up as I waved her to the sofa and got her a cup of coffee.
Getting my own cup, I sat down on the right side of Desirée, feet close together as I looked her over, even in the dress I could see she was strong, I asked "before we start is it okay to ask? What height and weight are you?" Desirée laughed before taking a drink of coffee, she replied "well honey you know that you shouldn't ask another woman that" then winked at me as I nodded.
"Do you have any scales darling, if you know my weight then I need to know yours" she said, I looked at her a little stunned, were we really doing a weigh in? Each time I fight I always think about prize fighting, seeing pictures online of two women topless in history, fists raised as men bet on them, cuts on their faces as they fought bare knuckle to knuckle for money and fame, I nodded and went to the bathroom to pick up the scales to bring them back.
Imagine my shock when I returned to see Desirée nude in my apartment, she giggled as my mouth had to have dropped right through the floor and into the entrance of our apartment building, I am on the third floor by the way, she said "well we have to do it right, no extra pounds due to clothing" I grinned back as she had her hands on her hips, looking absolutely gorgeous and powerful, how had Carla defeated her!
I placed the scales on the floor where I thought it was most level, then striped off as Desirée slowly circled me, getting a good look as she knew I had been training, seeing I was in better shape then last time she saw me, any chance at surprising her was gone, still I saw her nod with appreciation at me, before we stepped together for a moment, breathing harder as we eyed each other up, I could feel her nipple's harden on as I found her her plump but still firm 34E breasts against my 32D tits, feeling outgunned in the tit department, I wanted to rip her tits off, drag her around the apartment by her hair... Just so many nasty thoughts crossed my mind about this woman, maybe I had catfight lust, if that is a thing.
Desirée then went to the scales, telling me she was 5'6, she flexed her arms as I went around to look at the scales, I said "153lbs" so her weight advantage wasn't as bad as I thought, still 12lbs though as she stepped off the scales and smiled warmly at me as she waved for me to stand on them, I did so with hands on my hips, she said "141lbs, not bad darling" acting more as a friend then a rival.
We retreated to where our clothes were and started putting them on, laughing as I said "all this fighting is so surreal, should be professionals getting paid for this" Desirée joking with me saying she'd be the main attraction, suddenly all the tension melted away for a little bit, smiling and sitting back down again to finish our now warm coffees.
But of course Desirée had a topic in mind, while we could laugh at it, we had to actually agree to our personal battle, Desirée says "okay we have to be serious, though I hate being that with you, but we wanna fight each other, agreed?" I firmly replied "agreed" as our demeanor become cold again, toes touching on our nearest feet almost daring one of us to kick the other and start it here.
"Look I was wondering Ellen, I know you've been hitting the gym lately, I have a friend who owns a boxing gym, only a small thing, he does me favours at times, so if you are game he has a ring, us nude, one on one, in the boxing ring, better woman wins, loser is left crying" said Desirée, again that prize fighting analogy came to mind, I mean Christ was I becoming a pro fighter in all ways bar getting paid for this?
"Okay but on one condition, we can hopefully be friendly after this, I don't hate you Desirée, still when we fight I know I will hate your guts and..." I said before Desirée had to speak, replying "I like you too, I wish I could promise we won't be as you said, once we start I will hate you, we are both proud women who love a scrap, this might not even be our only fight, if you step into that gym with me, you are gambling it all, your health, your mental state and our friendship, only one of us will walk out head held high a proud woman, the other might leave broken" that brought this all into focus for me.
I turned and looked at my coffee mug, sitting on my coffee table wondering why was I even doing this, why did I need to fight? Then as I looked at Desirée a fire swelled up in my chest, I slapped her across the cheek by instinct with my right, crack heard around the four walls as she rubbed her cheek, then slapped me back, turning my head, I rubbed my cheek and looked at her, knowing it was worth it as I needed to know how I matched up to her, two strong proud women meeting in combat, that thrill shook my soul and made me a gladiator, where normally I'd be a dull receptionist, she stood up and told me she'd put a note under my door with the date and time, then left with a slam of my door, from this point on we were enemies, hopefully we could contain ourselves if we met out in the wild as I wanted to fuck her up that very minute.
Instead there was more quiet for the next few days, I took up punching the heavy bag at the gym to release my tension, a cute blonde girl named Jennifer came over to help me with my techniques, though she would rub up against my back, I am not a lesbian but hmm... Oops not supposed to put that there, anyway she helped out a lot.
Then came the note, it said "Lucky's Gym, 10pm on Friday, I have the keys so it is just you and me bitch, back door will be open, we fight to a finish if you enter" my nipple's felt like they'd escape my top, wanting to open the door and charge my rival, I put my forehead on my red door and hissed "oh I will beat you bitch" to no one but myself it felt, I never asked after our fight if she had stayed outside my door hoping I'd come out.
Friday came and boy did time drag on! I looked at the clock and felt like the hands must be sticking, I actually broke a pencil in my fingers as I really was on edge, even Betty the older receptionist shall we say to be polite, wondered what was wrong with me, I told her I was nervous for a date, well there was a hint of truth to it.
I got home and got dressed into a black dress that I loved and heels, even painted my nails all black, with red lipstick, don't ask me why I dressed up as if I was actually going on a date, something inside my head told me I needed to look my best, look my fucking best for a fight? Oops swearing for no reason, when did I start doing that?
Anyway let's fast forwards to when I got out my taxi, the driver looked a little confused why I wasn't hitting one of the many bars and nightclubs, but an old boxing gym that looked like it had seen better days, I tipped a little extra though which made him very happy and showed where my mind was, it certainly wasn't outside by the taxi, it was already inside those four walls wanting to punch and brawl with my neighbour of over a year.
I let the taxi get some distance away before I looked at the alley next to the gym, hoping that no one was hiding there, last thing I need is to be jumped by someone, walking with my fists clenched down the alley, seeing bottles and rubbish on the ground, I am sure people use this as a hiding place for less reputable pursuits, maybe that's me being a snob, am I really a snob with what I have done over the past two months?
Finding the door wedged open, Desirée was taking a risk that she wouldn't be facing a stranger seeing the light through the door, taking a breath as I hoped I had read her right as someone trustworthy this past month, I opened the door and walked into the gym, it led into the main part of the building as I saw weights, a large mirror and heavy bags the side I walked through, while there were two old looking rings at the center of the room, the right sided ring held my enemy this night, I looked back quickly to make sure I had shut the door, hearing "thinking of running already white bitch?" From Desirée, that made me scowl as I turned around, I had never pegged her as a racist, but she laughed and waved at me, making me realise it was more a playful jab, at least I hope it was.
"I wouldn't miss our fight you old bitch" I replied, walking into the light, seeing Desirée standing in a corner with blue turnbuckles, she only wore a white dress, eyes burning with a desire to fight, she had painted her nails white with a cherry looking red lipstick, clearly she felt the need to dress to impress, making me feel less stupid for doing it myself as I took my heels off next to the ring steps, slowly walking up them as our eyes were firmly locked.
Stepping through the ropes I hope more graceful then I felt at the time, Desirée waited till I was standing in the red corner before she started removing her dress, I did likewise as I thought to myself "too bad we didn't have some cheesy catfight music like a video fight would" stifling a chuckle that made Desirée give me a nasty glare, oh dear... I know she thought I was laughing at her body, I would never laugh at how impressive she is, there was no point apologizing though as we were gonna do worse then laugh at each other.
"Ready you cxnt?" Asked my opponent as her body was on show, dress placed under the turnbuckles as I did likewise, hands on our hips as I reply "ding fucking ding black cxnt!" Surprised at myself, why did I say that? Anyway we walked across the ring and threw a slap at the same time, cracks heard as we landed at a similar time on cheeks, heads turning as black hair flew around on our heads.
It was game time, I grabbed Desiree's hair with my left hand, she matched me as our tits slapped together, God how I hated her set, swinging slaps that either were blocked or landed with a crack, we slowly circled in a macabre sort of dance, teeth bared as this woman I respected and liked, she was now someone I needed to break, this ring was our coliseum as I felt her big nipple's fence with mine.
I stopped slapping her face so I could drive a fist into her left tit, seeing her grit her teeth to not scream, I repeated it till she headlocked me, using something I thought was pro wrestling but clearly has real world uses as she drove her hip into my belly and took me over onto my back with a loud thud, I groaned as my back felt the pain right up my spine, kicking the canvas with my right foot in frustration as she was wearing me out already, using her weight around my neck as I grabbed her hair with my right to yank her head back, unlike in pro wrestling, I reached towards her pussy with my left and that made her let go before I could get my nails inside her, I rolled away as fast as I could.
"Oh I was thinking I might go easy on you girl, you wanna go there then gloves are off" said Desirée to me, I rubbed my neck as I replied "come on bitch, shut up and fucking fight me" as if she hadn't been moments ago, my mind was lost in a fog of war, I just wanted to be locked up with her, cruel body to body warfare as I hated how strong she was, how sexy she is for being forty, jealousy deep in my belly wanting to be unleashed.
On our feet we again locked up with hands in hair, as much as I dug my feet into the canvas, she overpowered me soon enough, pressing me against the ropes, aiming knees towards my pussy, I took the knees around my thighs, hissing "bitch" before spitting in her face, as much as I wanted to fight her, I never expected it would get this nasty this fast when I made the challenge, yet I was the one pushing the fight in that direction, why was I so surprised by that?
She screamed "mother fucking bitch!" At me, slapping me across my face, harder then her previous slaps as saliva threw out my mouth, how the hell did Carla beat her? Well I couldn't think about that, I dug my nails into both her tits, pulling downwards as Desirée cried out in pain, maybe her tits were her weak point, she reached down with her left to try to get my hands off her breasts, while her right sneakily dug a nail inside my pussy, howling like a wounded animal, I let go and again retreated, furious at her and myself for doing so.
Slowly sweat was starting to coat our bodies under the hot light, I raised my fists and she smiled, asking "really wanna box me?" Waving me to bring it as we again moved closer, this time though I surprised her, landing a double jab into her lips before I moved to her left as a right hook come my way, Jennifer had been teaching me some footwork and punching techniques, I used them to keep the older fighter on the back foot, soon feeling her blood on my knuckles as I cut her bottom lip, making Desirée snarl in rage.
I even started throwing hooks into her tits, Desirée was crying out as sweat flew off her impressive breasts, she was landing several punches of her own but I was outworking her, my training was working as I felt powerful, then she hit my nose and I felt blood again, cursing myself as I fought back tears, we both silently seemed to agree to a truce to wipe our faces, checking how bad the damage was, she joked "maybe we should have agree to no punches to faces" even now there was hints of the woman who made me laugh, nodding to her with a smile before we started again.
This time she got in closer, ramming her fists into my body, again I soon found myself near the ropes, where she repaid me for the tits attack, grabbing my tits and actually stepping back quickly to yank me forwards by them, I let out an unholy scream as I had never felt pain like that, my knees were ready to buckle but I fire a right hook onto her jaw to knock her off me, separated again as it was hard to tell who was winning, both of us were feeling the fight and it probably was ten minutes long.
"You tough bitch, I am enjoying fucking you up" said Desirée, waving me to bring it as we slowly circled, cautious of each other as we feinted with punches, then step in together with thudding shots landing off us both, she grabbed my hair again and threw her right knee into my stomach, making me cry out as I felt winded again, falling to all fours as she mounted my back, slapping my cheeks as maybe mercifully she didn't swing her fists, I fought back tears as my cheeks were burning, red marks over them, needing to fight back, I dug my nails into the tops of her feet, hearing "fucking cow!" Before Desirée stepped off me, rubbing her feet as I crawl to the ropes, pulling myself to my feet leaning against them, I can see blood on her boobs and look at me, you'd think this is a long standing grudge fight, not two friendly people.
Taking a deep breath I soldiered on, again landing the better punches as I was on my toes, Desirée getting a bloody nose too, as we battered each other around the center of the ring, but I was sure I was winning as I drove her towards the blue turnbuckles, seeing her trying to protect her face, I went to work on her tits again, tears running down her eyes but Desirée would not quit.
As my hands were down she landed a straight into my forehead, knocking me back a step before she wrapped me up and took me to the canvas, our blood and sweat soaked bodies were locked together, legs wrapped up as we rolled across the canvas, soon biting each other and scratching backs and tits, we were like wild animals, trying to maul each other to death, worse in my mind was we were both loving it, I could smell and feel out juices dripping from our pussies.
Hair littered the ring as we pulled hair out of heads, laying side by side both panting, slowing down as we neared the twenty minutes mark of our highly charged battle, I snarled "I hate you" to her, at that moment I truly did, she replied "white whore" before we bit each others cheeks, then reached down to maul pussies, whimpering as they were very sensitive.
I have never experienced pain like it before, it wasn't just inside my pussy where the pain was, it felt like it was travelling right through my body, like being tasered as I tried to hold on, we were both crying till I couldn't hold on, screaming "I submit!!" Head tilted back as Desirée kept going till I remove my nails from her pussy, then she removed hers as we fell to our backs.
Panting and both sobbing, fuck I lost again, I didn't feel anywhere near as bad as I did when I lost to Carla, maybe I did respect Desirée or it was because I liked her, it also could have been how much damage I did to her, I turned my head to my left to see she was in as bad a shape as me, proud that I had done that to her with my bare hands, a scary thought in another sense as I was capable of that.
We both started to get up and soon found ourselves holding onto each other, leaning against the woman she just brutalized, Desirée gave me a tender hug when we stood up, I melted into her arms and gave her one back, all the hate I felt washed away as we were simply respectful of each other, I told her "you are amazing" as I tried to catch my breath, she kissed me to my surprise, telling me "so are you" as she let me go and stumbled towards the ropes nearest her.
"There's showers here, I think we both need them" she told me, I nodded, still shaky legged myself as I walked/stumbled to where she was, both helping each other down the ring steps to the floor, leaving our dresses as we put an arm around the others shoulder, two sisters in arms now after being combatants mere moments ago.
The warm water soon hit our bodies and stung at first, Desirée looked me over as blood washed off us, suddenly we were back together but this time rubbing each others bodies, my pussy was burning, partly in pain but also longing for release, our lips met in a forceful kiss, not too loving as this seemed a competition, wrestling tongues as we both groaned and moaned.
She soon pressed me against the tilted wall, running hands over each others bodies again, pussies met head on as I shut my eyes and shuddered, what the hell was happening to me?! Here I was with Desirée, a married woman by the fucking way! Kissing and fondling her, soon we orgasmed together, honestly it was the best orgasm I had ever had, shuddering as I leaned on my former opponent.
Maybe I could call it heat of the moment but honestly... We soon were on the floor, kissing, exploring each others bodies as hands felt pussies, tongues flicked nipple's as we sucked tits, I looked into Desiree's eyes and saw her lust matched by how I was feeling, we even got into the sixty nine position for one of our orgasms, ending the night holding hands as we lay side by side again, this time drained by sex, water cascading over our bodies as I couldn't believe it, soon falling asleep for a few minutes as my dreams saw me and Desirée fighting, like an out of body experience that ended with us in bed loving each other.
When I woke up Desirée was sitting up, smiling as she looked at me, helping me to sit up as we kissed softly, soon enough standing up still feeling tired but not as bad as I did anyway, I didn't say a word as I went to leave the shower, till Desirée said "so no goodbye" laughing as I turned around, walking back together, we hugged tightly together, I said "thank you" shedding tears as the whole night is an experience I will never forget.
We both dressed up and decided it might be better to get home separatedly in case we either fought or fucked again, I got the same driver I had before, who looked at me in shock as I couldn't exactly hide the marks, holding my heels as we drove home, I had a sleep in the back of the taxi, smiling all the way I heard from him, again I gave him a generous tip as I was in my own world.
Now on Sunday night, I do wonder how wise I was, I can't deny I loved being so intimate with Desirée, she was a wonderful lover, the thing is she can't be my lover, she is married and I don't know if I am straight, bi or lesbian, I mean fuck sake I am turning twenty two in a week, yet I am more lost about who I am then when I was eighteen, then I knew my dream job, my dream husband and what life would be like, in a few short months I have become a fighter, what else have I become?
Oh and Desirée did see me this morning, we shared a coffee and admired each others handy work as we spoke about our fight, she told me she fucked her husband when she got home, thanking me for how passionate it was, should I feel guilty that I slept with her or jealous of her husband, getting to be with her, I am so confused right now, she has awoken something in me and I don't know what to do about it....
