Chapter 2:
Emily drove over to Becky’s grandmothers house as she had many times before. She came and got a lunch out of the deal. The girls ended up chatting a bit. They had just seen each other the other day. Being summer She hoped and was rewarded when the invitation to use the pool came up.
Becky’s grandmother smiled and said “ have fun, girls.”
The two where in the pool laughing and playing. Emily floating on an inflatable. “Oh, my god. Your grandmother and mine?!”
Emily giggled” they where our age once, before color film was invented.” Both laughed.
“I wonder who won most of the time.” Becky asked.
Emily shrugged her shoulders “I’m guessing it’s like us. They’re pretty similar in size so it’s probably a coin toss.”
Becky splashed some water on Emily causing Emily to squeal “only if YOUR grandma doesn’t cheat, like someone else does.”
Emily splashed back “ I DO NOT cheat…much.”
Becky looked at her with piercing eyes and raised an eye brow “ ya remember the sleep over?”
Emily pretended to be embarrassed but couldn’t hold up the charade “ but, you said you liked the feel of my panties against your nose when I had you in the schoolgirl pin.”
They splashed water until Becky bobbed over to the inflatable and tried pushing her off.
“Get down here and fight me, wench.”
Emily said “ Make me.”
Becky tried to flip her 120 pound friend off the inflatable but Emily had wrapped her 5’5 frame of legs and arms around the inflatable.
“Wimp!” Emily taunted.
Becky said “ all right, time to be creative.”
She dived under the water and a moment later Emily felt something stick her in the butt. She screamed and pulled her butt out of the water. Becky used that heightened center of gravity and easily flipped her over into the water.
Once she came up for air, both laughing “ you goosed me!” they came together in a girly test of strength.
They had play wrestled before but now things were different. It had been playful fun and an acceptable way for two girls to show physical intimacy. They liked each other and had grown up around each other like play cousins.
Wet palms came together as they joined fingers and clasped hands.
Grandma watched for a moment from the window remember her times. She smiled and said “it’s a family tradition.”
They pushed each other around that pool for over half an hour. Splashing water, doing tests of strength.
Trying to dunk each other.
A few times they would lock up till both began to sink.
Feeling the breasts of her friend/rival against her own was not a new sensation but now, both sets of nipples where hard.
Something was awaking in them, something they had known about, but never understood as girls.
Now, young women of college age when their bare bellies pressed together as they wrapped long legs around one another, pulling the other girl in they felt the strength in the others legs.
The wet slap of belly skin hitting belly skin.
Brown hair and blue eyes met blonde hair and green eyes.
They were evenly matched and both just as pretty.
In the pecking order of life when two alphas met If they couldn’t decide who was the prime alpha through intimidation they usually did fight.
In this age, women show dominance through who looks the prettiest.
Being 19 both girls scored a solid 9 on the hotness chart. So it only made sense that this would have to be settled physically.
Both where groping around in the darkness discovering and exploring their budding sexuality, together.
“Enough of this horse shit. Meet me in the basement, girl.” Becky ordered.
Emily stopped mid push and said “ all right.”
They looked at each other and realized they had just agreed to meet for a new experience.
They towel dried off as to not hear the wraith of grandma for getting water all over her clean floor and padded down to the basement.
“We doing to do this in our bikinis?” Emily asked.
Becky smiled as she said “ our granma’s did it in bra and panties from one of the pictures.”
Emily looked over her shoulder and said “ I saw one where they might have been topless, too.”
Becky’s mouth opened wide. Emily grabbed her phone to show her the picture of the picture and both laughed historically.
“Oh my god, like the romans used to do it.” They laughed.
“They did look pretty hot, but those bras. I wouldn’t be caught dead in that metal hooped thing.”
Becky stopped dead in her tracks. There, on the table was the one photo album she had looked through the other day, but next to it was another book.
They rushed over and opened it up to see much more of their grandma’s then they had ever seen before.
They looked through each page and realized how deep the rabbit hole could go.
“No razors, back then.” Emily finally snickered to break the tense silence.
“guess that’s why the started calling them ‘beavers’. Like a forest.” Both snickered.
Then they saw a picture and realized their grandfather’s where sitting on the same couch they were sitting on, at that moment.
Later photos showed both grandma’s a bit of a belly bump showing.
“Oh, my god, they wrestled while pregnant?” Emily gasped.
One more picture showed something that got both girls stunned.
It was their grandmothers and standing on the side was a photo with both of their mothers, right around their age, watching.
This was a family tradition.
They put the album down and stood up and faced each other.
Blue eyes met green as the smell of chlorine hung around each.
They stepped onto the mats, still damp from their swim.
Their bikinis where still wet, but being small they were drying quickly. Clinging bikini bottoms showed butt cheeks toned from years of high school sports and youth. Each stole a quick look as they got up to go to the mats set up in the middle of the basement floor.
They came closer and expended hands out. Emily said “ wait.” She got to her knees and Becky fallowed.
“Don’t want to hurt you.”
Becky said while rolling her eyes “ you won’t, I’ll try not to hurt YOU.”
On knees they came close enough to lock fingers and place palms together. They pushed not really looking into each other’s eyes.
This was serious. All that could be heard was their increased breathing, the feel of damp knees on wrestling mats and the ticking of that old cat styled wall clock on the wall.
Pushing got harder and soon their arms tired and they brought their shoulders closer to touch.
Hair brushed the others face and the scent of strawberries in Becky’s hair and vanilla in Emily’s was noticed by both.
Sliding a bit on the mats neither was able to push the other over.
They separated for a second and came back together but this time as their arms where forced out they came together almost chest to chest.
Becky broke the silence by saying “ those daggers are trying to stab me.”
She was looking at Emily’s erect nipples showing through her pink bikini top.
Emily looked down at her tits and then to Emily’s as she said “ yours are pointing right out. It must be cold down here.”
Becky nodded as they started to push again.
This time those nipples did brush together.
Becky chuckled causing her nipples to jump.
Emily laughed back, by instinct, causing hers to bounce, too. “ What’s so funny.”
Becky looked down at their chests “ Looks like our boobs are sword fighting.”
Emily said “ your right, my god, that is funny.” She stabbed her left tit into Becky’s right. “ watch or I’ll deflate your b cups.”
Emily stabbed back “ You know I’m a c cup, just like you are.”
“I’m a 34, you’re a 32.” Becky laughed.
Emily laughed back “because of your baby fat.”
Becky gasped “ did you just fat shame me?!” She was still laughing but Emily tried to back peddle her comment.
Becky lunged forward smashing their breasts together. “ mine boobs are going to kick your boobs…err. Ass.”
Emily pushed back and grunted “No, they are not.”
Both bikini clad girls on knees now embraced as they pressed their bikini topped breasts together and felt their stomachs touch brush.
Pushing and jostling Emily felt her top slipping and Becky started to feel hers going, too.
“Time out.” Becky called.
Emily paused as they both pulled apart just a few inches. Emily started to adjust her top while Becky watched.
Emily looked up to see Becky watching. “ Enjoying the show?”
Becky made eye contact before looking at her bare breast and Emily’s almost covered one and put her hand up to put her tit back in but turned her hand to squeeze Emily’s breast.
“Now, I am.”
Emily tried to pull away but Becky’s hand fallowed. Becky giggled “ fight back, ya wimp.”
Emily paused, not moving back any more. She felt the soft hand on her breast with those pretty manicured Finger tips on her flesh. Her hard nipple felt the skin of her palm on it. She stopped hesitating and did the same to Becky’s exposed breast.
“Becky said “ handful. A statement and the truth. Both young women knelt there feeling the others breast. Not hard, but firm and allowed the nipples to rub on palm.
They both knelt there lightly palming the others exposed breast. Each lightly squeezing and fluttering their light between their rivals breast and their own.
“When you’re done with your grope do you want to try, again?” Emily smirked before squeezing her held tit harder.
Becky sneared back at the comment and let go of Emily’s breast. She then pulled her hands behind her head and undid her top. “This thing isn’t going to stay on. I’ll end up strangling myself with it.
She just knelt there as her firm breasts just lay there tossing her top to the side.
Green eyes challenged blue eyes. Emily hesitated but soon felt Becky’s hands go behind her back. She almost backed away but let her be undressed. The feel of bare breasts against her bikini top was unique. She had never felt that, before.
Soon Becky moved back with Emily’s bikini top in her hand. She half put it on and confirmed they did wear the same size.
She looked at Emily’s rack and her own and compared them.
“My nipples are bigger, yours are bigger areolas, still a bit puffy.” She placed her tits besides Emily’s “ and they are the same size. Almost like our folks knew from when we were young that we were going to be a good match.”
Becky unconsciously began to sway. Something she did when she was nervous or excited. Emily caught on and playfully started to slowly sway in the opposite direction. They were arms reach apart.
Slowly they got closer. Close enough to smell the vanilla then close enough to smell the strawberry.
Still closer rocking back and forth the first brush of nipple on nipple sent tingles down both bodies.
The next pass brought the nipples into full contact. The next sway let those pointy nubs dig into soft but firm breast tissue.
Like a sword fight they swayed back and forth. Enjoying the feeling their breasts making contact.
Emily was the one to break the moment when on the final pass she wrapped her arms around Becky and pressed her chest into Becky’s. It was more a tight hug than anything. Emily grabbed back.
Neither would admit but only the chest of a guy had been against their bare breasts before. The feel of soft but firm breasts next to their breasts was a new and arousing sensation.
Wrapping their arms around tiny wastes they allowed themselves to feel as their bellies touched. Feeling the others breathing match her own.
The nipples got even harder as they lightly dug into breast tissue.
This lasted for a long minute that felt like an hour.
They broke the tit pressing hug when Emily pushed too hard and Becky got her off balance and they both ended up crashing to the floor laying side by side.
They grabbed palms and just lay there. Messed up hair on the mat as each looked into the others eyes.
At once they both came together and each tried to get pretty feet over the leg of the other. They tried a few times each one trying to get their leg up higher.
Finally Emily moved her hips an inch closer and managed to rub her foot over Becky’s and pull her leg down and try to mount her.
Becky scooted away but Emily was just quick enough to move her body and try and get on top of her Rival.
On top they fought for hand control letting out little squeals of playful glee as two sets of firm breasts jiggled.
Becky managed to get Emily off balance and with a strong grunt pushed her off. The two rolled a few time. Neither was able to get the other pinned.
Becky landed on top. Her firm ass and thighs sitting on Emily’s stomach.
She began to gloat as she got control of both wrists until Becky leg her long blonde hair get to close to Emily’s hand and Emily grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled hard.
Becky let out a yelp and got pulled off.
She felt her head and the pain.
Emily got up and this time they stood facing each other.
“So, hair pulling is aloud”. Becky hissed.
Emily shrugged “ I guess so.”
They came together and slapped as they got close.
Each slap to shoulder caused those firm tits to bounce but they were not paying attention to that, now.
Breathing hard a few slaps made contact with shoulder, arm and then breast.
“So, tit slapping is ok, too?” Emily flatly said.
“Just like hair pulling, I guess.” Becky sneered.
They collided together with slaps and when blue eyes stared into green it was a contest of pain.
Fingers locked and they felt the grip tighten.
As they pushed they felt the strong legs of their rival match theirs.
Bare feet thudding on carpet as each 120 pound women pushed with all her strength and weight.
Emily’s arms gave out first causing Becky to crash into her with a thud as they both landed on the floor.
Emily was on her side as Becky went to mount her and soon ended up on her back trying to push herself up.
Becky clamped her shapely thighs around Emily’s hips and began to squeeze and as Emily muscled her way to hands and knees Becky wrapped her legs around her waist.
Emily fell taking Becky with her and tried to push away with hands on both of Becky’s thighs trying to force them open. She was having trouble breathing.
She dug her nails into that soft flesh “OW!” Becky growled.
Slapping at Emily’s head and letting go. She kicked Emily and pushed her away.
A scratch on her right thigh was bleeding.
Emily looked at her leg and smirked “ sorry, first blood I guess.”
Becky looked mad and When they met it was with closed fists and punches flying in girly fashion.
Wild swings to face, arms, shoulders and breasts.
Most missing or glancing blows but both where in full girly girl fight mode.
Becky backed up and Emily advanced. Becky wrapped her arm around Emily’s neck and forced Emily to bend over at the waist. Emily wrapped her arm around Becky’s waist and they staggered around the mats.
Soon sexy legs where wrapping around legs as each tried to pull the other down.
Messed up blonde and brunette hair made it harder to see.
They tumbled to the ground in a heap.
They vaguely heard the door bell ring and the familiar sound of two women.
So intent on their battle. Each trying to get on top of the other.
when down the stairs their mothers did appear.
Both girls froze upon seeing the moms.
Emily’s breast was in Becky’s face as she was headlocking her and Becky had a fist full of Emily’s brunette hair in her hand trying to pull her head down.
The mothers smiled as the girls looked embarrassed. “Don’t stop on our account.” The Mothers employed. We haven’t witnessed our baby girls every in a full on grown up catfight before.
The girls continued when the mothers started coaching and offering advice.
“grab her tit if she is going to grab yours.”
“Slap her harder, make her feel it.”
Five minutes passed till Becky had Emily on her back. Emily tried to raise her legs up high enough to hook Becky’s neck but her mom had warned her of the incoming attack and Emily got pinned between her rival’s thighs.
“Now, squeeze her face into your crotch, dear.” Becky’s mom coached.
Emily tried to kick out but was to exhausted.
“She gives” Emily’s mom said but added “ for this event.”
Becky’s mom said “ ok, dear. Now get up and help your friend up.”
Becky rolled off and was leaving the mats when her mother scolded her “ help, her, up.”
Becky turned around and signed but did as she was instructed.
Emily resisted letting Becky help but Emily’s mother chastised her.
When both girls where standing topless ,in front of their mothers, it was apparent they had forgotten about being half naked.
Not until a moment later did Becky and Emily feel like they had to explain themselves with their messed up hair and the feeling of just being busted, like children. They rushed to put on bikini tops and both mothers giggled when they realized they had put on the others bikini top, by accident.
Breathing hard they finger combed their hair and barely looked at each other.
“Now kiss and make up.” The mothers instructed.
Both girls darted looks at each other.
Soon the mothers got up and stated “ when you find out how many fights your mothers have been in with each other and other women you’ll realize at the end of the day we stick together.
The two girls did turn and half hug then bear hug. Hands went to hair and they started to pull.
The mothers looked at each other and said “ it’s our fault for not preparing them for this.” And separated their daughters.
“You two have some training to do. Crawl, before you walk before you run.”
Emily’s mother looked at the girls and said “we have done you two a great injustice. You found your grandmothers photo albums but we both thought you were too young and not interested. It’s time you see something. You’re not little girls, anymore. Your full grown women in our families and It’s time you find out about one of your family traditions.
