Peasant Actresses 3 – Prologue
HGHunt
The Peasant Actresses, Joy and Emily, had quite a summer as the
following chronicle will attest. I thought I might take a moment
to let you in on a little secret. My good fortune in being able
to share with you their story came about by a remarkable stroke
of luck.
I have a consulting business that allows me to travel a lot, but
also provides plenty of time to remain home with my family. My
wife has a housecleaning business and she employs 3 people to
help her with the 30-40 homes and small businesses she cleans.
Occasionally when one of her workers was ill or couldn’t work I
would help out for my wife’s benefit. I’m actually pretty good
at cleaning house (laugh)! Well as luck would have it, two of my
wife’s clients were the parents of Emily and Joy. Many months
ago I was fortunate enough (very fortunate!) to be cleaning
Emily’s room at her home. All the family members were gone, as
is common when we come to clean. I found her diary, and being a
bit of a snoop, I opened it and read it. Wow! I couldn’t believe
it! Some of my fantasies were coming true right there on the
pages of her diary. She was a fantastic diarist, writing volumes
about her life. Of course the parts that interested me most are
the parts I’ve chronicled for you in the Peasant Actresses
story. My good fortune continued, realizing that the Joy that
Emily wrote about in her diary was the same one that lived in
another house my wife cleaned, I made it a point to ‘be
available’ to help clean on the day that her home was scheduled.
Voila! Success again. Joy too was a diarist and her writing,
although not as flowery and polished as Emily’s, was very
thorough and complete. I’ve learned a lot of interesting things
about these young ladies by reading their writing. As the summer
went by, I found it easy to accompany my wife on some of her
cleaning visits, and even twice went by myself to clean. It only
took an extra hour or so to accomplish my covert mission.
Finding and copying their diaries was easy. Both houses had copy
machines (how thoughtful). It was a terrific thrill to keep up
with the two girls through their diaries as the summer
progressed. Obviously if either Joy or Emily would find this
posting they would recognize themselves, but I suspect the
chances of that are infinitesimal.
The story is long and I hope I won’t bore anyone. Much of what I
wrote was of necessity a fictionalized supposition about what
went on in certain circumstances. Amazingly though, the diaries
of the girls were full of not only events but of the feelings
and thoughts going on in their heads at many different times.
The girl’s stories were very well matched. At least 85-90% of
their descriptions of the same event matched. Where the stories
diverged, I had to choose between them, or in some cases
substitute my own thoughts on what might have happened. In any
case, what you are about to read represents my best effort at
chronicling the exciting adventures of Emily and Joy, The
Peasant Actresses.
Peasant Actresses 3 – Fireworks
HGHunt
Chapter 1- And You Thought Joy Was a Conniver
Joy quickly dove in the pool and hand-scrubbed her body to clean
off the urine, spit, sweat, oil, Emily-juice concoction that had
smeared her skin. Convinced she was clean enough to be
presentable to her parents, she climbed out of the pool, toweled
off, got dressed in the spare clothes she had brought along, and
with one last glance back at Emily, still lying prone and
sobbing, walked through the house to her car.
The drive home went too fast. Her glorious high would have to be
tempered a bit for her parents’ sake. She had no intention of
letting on about her encounter with Emily, other than to say
what a wonderful party it had been. When she got home she took a
long slow relaxing bubble bath to further clean her ravaged
skin. Her sore muscles would surely benefit from the pampering
of a long warm bath. She fell asleep that night with the most
jubilant contentment she had ever felt.
Emily, on the other hand, was in a great deal of emotional pain.
She had lain sobbing on that recliner for nearly 20 minutes
after Joy left before she could summon the physical strength to
get up. She walked slowly by the remaining debris from her
party, not bothering to clean any of it up. The shadows cast by
the tall trees were now fully across the pool and reaching the
house. She made it into the bathroom and began drawing hot water
into the tub. Rummaging through the supplies she found some
Hydrogen Peroxide and poured it into her hand. Her pussy was
actually burning and felt like it was on fire from the tortuous
punishment it had received from the pussy of that evil witch
Joy. She rubbed the peroxide all around and even inside her
pussy, aching to kill any filthy germs left behind from that
foul specimen. Then in a flourish she sat up on the sink, leaned
back and actually poured the whole bottle into and all over her
pussy. It was more a symbolic cleansing than anything that would
serve a real purpose, but it made her feel better anyway. Adding
Epsom salts to the water in the tub, she lowered herself in and
lay back. Her crying had stopped, but her muscles still burned
from the exertion, and she knew they needed rest. She leaned
back and fell asleep in the hot-as-she-could-stand-it water.
The hot water relaxed her body and her sleep was deep. She awoke
and finished with a thorough cleaning of hair and body. The
water had cooled during the 45 minutes of sleep and she couldn’t
stay any longer. She got out, applied some salve to her still
very sore pussy, dressed in sweats and ventured back to the pool
in the fading light. Her memories of this pool would now be
changed forever. What had been the place where she learned to
swim, had her little-girl parties, and now her 18th birthday
party would be her lasting memory of this pool, at least until
some new memories were made to replace it. As she slowly
wandered around the pool, picking up the remnants of the party,
she began to replay the afternoon in her mind. Like Joy’s
response after her original loss to Emily, the interplay of
conflicting emotions in Emily’s mind was confusing. The bitter
loss was obviously not going to go away soon from her mind, but
she was reminded, as she picked up, of other feelings that she
remembered from earlier that afternoon. She recalled how great
it felt when she had finally been able to confront Joy face to
face after the other girls had left. That wonderful flush of
hate-filled Adrenalin from that moment actually flooded through
her again, déjà vu.
Those little moments of power and lust she had felt with Joy
also came back, bit by bit, into her consciousness, and
clarified for her that the most intense pleasurable memories
were actually from her fighting with Joy. There was no middle
ground here. Her bliss was its greatest, just as her pain was
also the greatest, when in confrontation with that witch Joy.
She actually began to wish, just a couple of hours after her
thorough defeat, for another opportunity to battle Joy. She
wanted to beat her, badly, at anything. But what set her smart
mind to work was the strange emotion that told her what she
really wanted was just to confront and battle Joy.
Her whole life Emily had been a ‘good girl’. She played by the
rules, went to church, got high grades at school, scored 33 on
the ACT and 1460 on the SAT, setting her up for scholarships and
acceptance to practically any university she chose, yet, here
she was finding a ‘dark side’ of herself she had never known
existed. Her social friends from school and church would never
ever believe the thoughts she found raging through her head that
night. While it hadn’t reached the plotting stage just yet, she
knew deep in her mind that her war with Joy would not be over.
She willed it to continue, and what she willed would come to
pass. No question about it. She and Joy would meet again!
She finished her cleanup and went to bed. The physical body
needed rejuvenation and she didn’t dream at all, just slept
deeply for 12 hours. Since nothing in the back yard and pool had
been destroyed in the fight, Emily didn’t really have any agenda
for the next two days, when her parents would return from the
out-of-state wedding. She hadn’t planned on going to church that
morning anyway so she forced herself to finish a couple of hours
of homework, but her heart wasn’t really into it. Done with her
homework, quiet house all to herself, Emily began to plot.
She knew that in many ways that Joy was just like she when it
came to her feelings in their private war. She could tell that
Joy was not the least afraid of confrontation. Joy didn’t
hesitate a second to accept a challenge, and she fought bitterly
to achieve victory. But Emily knew that there were actually a
few things that must have irked Joy about their fight.
It was true. Joy awoke that Sunday morning awash in her feelings
of lustful satisfaction, having overpowered Emily, and
dominating her like she did. But as she began to replay the
afternoon over and over in her mind objectively she knew that
her win was by only the slimmest of margins. Only a tenuous
thread of stamina had allowed her to beat Emily. The fight had
been fought on even terms for more than 1 ½ hours before she
ever felt any advantage whatsoever, and then it was only in the
last 10 minutes that she actually was able to dominate. Another
thing that bothered her was the outcome of the pussy fight. It
was she, for the second time in a row that had succumbed in
orgasm to the pussy of her rival. That little wedge of
self-doubt about her sexuality was not enough to keep her from
being deliriously happy, but it nonetheless entered her brain
and was a reminder of her less than total dominance over Emily.
And that was what she really wanted from their secret war: total
dominance. As much as she really enjoyed her win, she couldn’t
help but feel less than totally fulfilled until she could
achieve that total dominance she really desired. And so it was
that she too, only hours after the conclusion of the “Birthday
Party Fight”, came to the realization that they must meet again,
once and for all, to settle the matter between them. She didn’t
know how or when, but as she went about her business, she ached
for the feeling that her confrontation with Emily brought out in
her.
Peasant Actresses 3
HGHunt
Chapter 2
Little did she know that the mechanism was already in place to
insure their third affair. Emily’s scheming had begun right
after finishing her homework. With a smart girl like her, the
scheming got pretty intense. She attacked her plan with a
relish. She jotted down ideas on a yellow legal pad. In less
than three hours she had an outline of twisted ploys and
concocted events that she was sure would have Joy drooling for a
rematch.
Emily sat down at the computer and started putting her expertise
in web page design to use. She programmed a secure web page,
accessible only by password, just for the private viewing of two
very special people. She accessed the Internet and found images
and ideas to put on the web site. Her IP offered web page
services and she was finally ready to take advantage of
everything she had learned in her Web Design class. She also
made some little cards, invitations with only a sliver of a hint
at what the party would be about. When she went to school
(early) on that Tuesday after Memorial day she was actually in
joyous expectation of the events she just knew would unfold over
the next few weeks.
When Joy arrived at school and opened her locker on that Tuesday
morning she was surprised to find a little envelope, etched in
delicate feminine flowers, smelling of an exquisite perfume,
taped just inside the vent of her locker door. She wondered
about it for only a couple of seconds before the realization
that it probably came from Emily jostled her to her senses.
Anger and curiosity flooded her mind and she had to restrain
herself from ripping it in pieces without opening it. But she
actually opened it with extreme care, avoiding any little ugly
rips in the envelope. The inside was sparse. In big bold Old
English print was a single letter: “C”. Written in perfect
calligraphy in small letters at the bottom of the card was one
word: “See”. Joy was clueless as to the meaning even if she was
not clueless as to the sender. It was unsigned, but she knew
that it must have come from Emily.
The flood of emotions coursing through Joy was overpowering, but
one of them seemed to always keep rising to the top; excited
anticipation. As much as her mind wanted to confront Emily, she
actually relished the secrecy of their little war that she
didn’t make any overt move to do so. They passed in the halls
during class changes and glanced at each other to determine the
mood of their enemy. But both showed no emotion. Stoic was the
word. The mutual antagonism towards each other was never
discerned by anyone. Nothing seemed amiss even to their close
friends, including the girls who attended the birthday party.
The girls went about their business in school all that week but
with thoughts of lust and fighting intruding regularly.
Wednesday morning arrived and Joy once again found a little
envelope, just like the one from the day before, taped inside
her locker. With as much care as yesterday she opened it to
find, once again, a single letter and a single word: “U” and
“You”, both written in that exquisite script. In a moment she
merged the two messages from the cards: “CU” and “See You”.
Emily was teasing her. At this rate the full extent of the
message might take quite a few days. Writing the words
underneath the letters, as though she was pointing out to an
imbecile the meaning of the abbreviations from an acronym
unfinished, was Emily’s way of taunting Joy. Joy fumed again
even as she was intrigued by where this might lead. To her, in
the end it didn’t matter where it led, as long as it was back
into war with Emily. That was what mattered above all else. And
so their week went by. Each day saw a new card taped inside
Joy’s locker. She saved every one in a special place back home
in her room.
Thursday’s message: “N”, “oN”. Joy was beginning to get a little
picture of the whole message. She waited expectantly for Friday.
Sure enough she found a similar card. This one had a bit more
meat to the message, but it was the letter that confirmed her
suspicion of yesterday: “T”. Emily had spelled out the word
“cxnt”, one day at a time. It was an obvious challenge that Joy
was not about to ignore. The bottom of the card this time had a
more extensive message, still in beautiful calligraphy: “The
Fourth of July. If you are not afraid, provide your e-mail
address in like fashion on Monday.” That was it. Now the
possibilities in Joy’s mind overflowed. Her brain worked
overtime trying to figure out what exactly this all meant. Put
together the four-day message said, “See You oN The Fourth of
July.” Well, well, at least she knew WHEN she would have an
opportunity to more completely than ever put that bitch Emily in
her place.
She wondered about the e-mail reference. Probably it was so that
when school ended after next week that Emily could still get in
touch with her. After all she couldn’t stick envelopes in
lockers when school was out. She would be HAPPY to comply. This
little game was quite intriguing to her. She couldn’t really
imagine exactly what Emily had in mind, but she was sure that at
the end of the road there would be one thing. The thing she
wanted the most: another chance to whip Emily. Realizing that
fact reminded her of her motivation after the last battle. She
determined all over again that she would get in the best shape
she possibly could. She checked around with some of her friends
about the availability of the weight room. She found out that it
was staffed after school for two hours five days a week, and
that there would even be summer hours after school was out. She
made up her mind to check out the weight room after school on
Monday. The rest of her Friday went by uneventfully and then the
weekend was upon her. She went to the store and found a little
Thank You card. She set about continuing the exercises she had
forced upon herself in preparation for the best birthday party
she ever attended. Now she returned to them with a relish. She
had not exercised since the party, but now she was seeing the
need might well exist for even further work on her body. She
vowed to get stronger and gain muscle endurance before the
mid-summer holiday rolled around. Her parents were pleasantly
surprised by the change in Joy, and Joy’s explanation that it
was because of stuff she had learned in Health class was
sufficient to satisfy them as to the reasons behind her change.
Little did they know!
That weekend saw a nervous Emily. While remaining confident that
her feelings about Joy were correct: that she couldn’t possibly
snub the invitation, she wouldn’t know for sure until Monday.
She finished studying for her exams on Saturday and after church
on Sunday she spent several more hours of work on her ‘special’
web site. Her parents didn’t find anything at all out of the
ordinary with Emily until on Sunday evening they saw her leave
the house in her shorts, tank top, and running shoes, and
actually start running down their driveway to the road. That was
very strange! Emily also had never been one to exercise much.
This was quite a change. Emily ran for nearly a mile, but became
winded and walked home. Emily, like Joy, envisioned their
upcoming battle in terms of a game fought on two levels, mental
and physical. Winning the mental battle was the easy part (she
just knew she was smarter than Joy!), but winning the physical
war would take some effort. She had come close at her party, but
she knew she would have to be stronger and have more endurance
if she expected to maximize her chances the next time. And so,
she too had made a commitment to get in the best physical shape
before July 4.
Monday came none too soon for Emily, but she was rewarded. She
found a little note inside her locker. It said “Thank You, from
a very dear and touching friend. Can hardly wait for
Independence Day.” She signed it only with her newly created
e-mail address: Knowshowtocelebrate18birthday@yahoo.com
If sarcasm and innuendo was good for one it would be doubly good
when two played that game. In spite of the anger, a great big
smile crossed Emily’s face. Yes! Joy had taken the bait, and
from the tone of the response, had entered into their
pre-contest with an appetite! This was going to be great fun!
Joy expected that she wouldn’t have to wait too long for further
messages from Emily. She was anxious for the fourth to roll
around, but almost wishing it never would. She thrilled at the
little double-entendre messages and the expectation of more was
overpowering. She finished the school day and made a beeline for
the weight room. She changed in the girls’ locker room and went
into the weight room for the first time since she spent a few
days there during freshman PE. Only a small handful of football
players were there besides one of the assistant coaches who
monitored the room and provided guidance for lifters. Boldly Joy
went up to Mr. Silverton and asked what the best way to begin a
weight lifting program was. He spent a few minutes asking her
questions about her objectives and what her commitment would
likely be. Joy assured him that her commitment was great and
that she was seeking a 50-50 mix between gaining strength and
muscular endurance. He flipped through his files and found a
workout schedule that emphasized arm and leg strength coupled
with cardiovascular endurance. Much of the total workout would
be off-site involving running. Joy assured Mr. Silverton that
she would follow the routine to the letter. He gave her a record
sheet where she could keep track of her progress.
Mr. Silverton asked one of the weight room regulars to show her
how to use the equipment, including the advanced Cybex machine.
After the half-hour introduction Joy determinedly started the
routine. Needing additional help only occasionally, she pushed
herself to the limit, striving for every ounce of muscular
improvement from the very first day. She ached when it was done,
but she knew it would pay off when she got her chance at that
bitch Emily again.
That evening Emily spent several more hours on developing her
website. She organized it with multiple pages, accessible only
with the proper passwords. Some of the pages were interactive,
allowing choices to be made that would be transferred to her.
Some of the pages had links to other websites. Some had
suggestive pictures. All in all it was going to be quite an
experience for that witch Joy. After five days with messages
going back and forth between them, she took a day off. She
figured the anticipation caused by not hearing from her would
cause Joy some well-warranted discomfort.
Joy wondered if she would here from Emily again on Tuesday.
Nothing happened during the school day beyond the cool smiles
they shared when they occasioned upon each other in the hall. In
some ways that was the hardest part for both girls. But there
was definitely a surprise at the end of the day. When Joy
entered the weight room she was flabbergasted to see Emily
already there! Never conceiving the thought of leaving she went
in and crisply waked right to the first open machine on her
list. She kept her routine printout in the pocket of her shirt.
It appeared that Emily was only one day behind Joy. She too was
receiving instruction on the equipment and having a workout
schedule arranged. Joy wondered exactly what Emily’s workout
was. If she had to guess, she would have said that it was
probably an identical workout to her own. Talk about lovely
irony. If they dared to keep it up in the presence of the other
they could each keep track of the other girl’s preparation. The
hard part would be maintaining their cool. Joy vowed to herself
to maintain total secrecy and only converse with Emily in a
public place like this as if there was nothing wrong. Convinced
that she was ‘actress’ enough to pull it off, she dedicated
herself even more to her effort. Now the competition didn’t have
to wait until the Fourth of July. It could commence immediately,
in the weight room. Joy began her workout with intensity of
purpose that she hadn’t even felt yesterday. Now it was clear,
there would be no holding back.
Emily had seen Joy enter and was not surprised. She had heard
from one of her wrestling friends about Joy’s appearance in the
weight room the night before and it spurred her on to add even
more spice to the buildup than she had considered earlier. Bent
on getting in the best possible shape she could have gone to one
of the private gyms near her home, but it wouldn’t have been the
same. No, this was where she wanted to workout. Right in front
of Joy! Daring her to do the same and yet never dreaming that
she wouldn’t. What a relief to see Joy working intently on the
leg-curl machine. Curious as she was as to the weight Joy was
using, she managed to keep her looks in her direction to a
minimum. She set about her business with determination equal to
Joy’s. The rock music that permeated the weight room after
school masked only some of the grunts and groans of the lifters.
Watching the others who were lifting, Emily saw that the general
tone among all of them was of getting down to serious business.
It wasn’t really a playful place so the intensity she showed,
like Joy’s, would not be seen as anything out of the ordinary.
And so it was the girl’s workouts were now a challenge in and of
themselves. Neither ever hinted at what her thoughts were or
what weight training results they had, but spurious glances to
spy on the weights being lifted became a normal part of their
daily routine. School ended on Friday that week, but they both
expected to take advantage of the summer hours, probably coming
in between 8 A.M. and Noon. Emily had found a summer job as a
waitress and most of her work hours would be in the evening, so
morning workouts would be perfect. Joy worked in the afternoons.
It actually wasn’t until Thursday that Joy got her first
‘official’ message from Emily. After her third ‘shared’ workout
time in as many days, Joy checked her e-mail when she got home.
Yes! Since she had another e-mail account already, she knew as
soon as she checked her new Yahoo account and found a message in
Inbox that it was from Emily. Emily was the only other person on
the planet who had that address and so it could only be from
her. She opened the message and before reading it read the
address of the sender:
Fireworkslikeyouveneverseenbefore@gmail.com
OK! Now we’re getting somewhere she thought. The bitch was
speaking her language now, defiant and challenging, exactly as
she wanted. The victory would only be sweeter when it was won
over a confident girl. Just as she never told anyone else about
her new Yahoo address she knew that Emily would be keeping hers
just as much of a secret. All this secrecy was actually nearly
as exciting as the preparation for the Independence Day event.
Friday saw the girls exchange cool glances in school once again
and meet for the fourth day in a row in the weight room after
school. They avoided talking to each other, but it was a
definite rush for both girls to go through their routines,
occasionally waiting for a turn on a certain piece of equipment
together, watching each other strain against the weights,
smelling the sweaty body of their rival whenever they passed
close enough. Here in their high school weight room they had
found a whole new erotically tinged atmosphere for their heated
competition. Both girls followed their routines exactly, some
days trying to max out their lifts and others going for lots of
reps. The girls were not exactly spying on each other because
they each were so blatant about it.
The weekend before finals found the girls spending nearly every
waking minute thinking about their hateful and lustful rivalry.
Joy didn’t have many outlets for her frustration other than
continuing her workouts. She did find time to study for final
exams a little bit. Emily however, after completing her studies
and running about three miles sat down at her computer and put
many hours into her web site project. Her shrewd mind devised an
intricate interplay of web pages that would invite Joy in,
deeper and deeper into her web. She even thought of herself as a
Black Widow spider, luring her prey into her web, only to devour
it when the time was right. She chose her theme for the web site
very carefully, designing references to that theme on every
page. She finished the major design and layout work on Sunday,
leaving only testing and some of the interactive questions left
undone. She swam 20 laps in the pool before retiring.
Exam week, the last week of their junior year, passed slowly for
both girls. They visited the weight room each afternoon,
continuing their silent, hidden battle. Neither girl ever
weighed herself at the weight room, instead relying on their
home scales, but each girl had noticed the loss of a couple
pounds. In the weight room both were seeing noticeable
improvements in strength at nearly all of the stations. What had
always been shapely, fine bodies were actually becoming toned as
well. Their muscles were sore but the old adage: no pain, no
gain was a creed they were now living by. Joy checked her e-mail
every night, aching for the next message. Finally on Thursday
night it was there. That hateful bitch finally got up the nerve
to communicate. The message was short, without embellishment. It
said: “Fireworks. July 4. In your honor. Discretion at your
computer advised. More to come.”
That was all it said. Joy read and reread the message over and
over. She saved it to a new directory on her hard drive: My
Documents/Independence Day. She mulled the meaning of the
message, trying to glean as much meaning as possible hidden in
those few words. Some of it was obvious. That comment about
discretion at the computer got her to wondering. She was always
careful not to let her parents see her chat and e-mail messages
anyway, so that should be easy. More to come: “Yeah,” she
thought, “when?” She would have loved to reply to the message
but she dared not for fear of seeming too anxious. One thing
seemed for sure, she needed to make sure that no commitments
arose that would preclude following through on her plan to see
this through to its fitting and victorious conclusion.
“Independence Day,” she mused, “the day I finally achieve
independence from that bitch who I can’t stop thinking about by
whipping her good.”
The last day of school arrived and the two girls were strangely
wistful, wishing school would not end, so they could continue to
see each other in the hall, to act totally aloof, while
containing their incredible excitement within. But, alas, the
last day ended and after their workout they each went home to
begin a summer vacation they would never forget.
No messages greeted Joy before she went to bed that Friday June
7. She lay awake fantasizing about fireworks. Only 27 more days
she thought. The longest 27 days of her life, she imagined.
Arising in the morning and checking her email she found what she
wanted. This message was also very short: Party in your honor.
July 4. Planning commences at 2roses.com. Password required:
1roseintheend. She actually felt a shiver of lustful excitement
surge through her pussy as she read the words. Wonderful! Her
pussy actually began lubricating itself as she dreamed about her
birthday victory and the one that would have to remain a fantasy
until the Fourth of July.
Wasting not even a second she typed in the web address in her
browser to see what was there. A beautiful photograph presented
itself: on a beautiful satin, slightly wrinkled fabric, were two
beautiful long-stemmed crimson red roses. They were lying
parallel and vertical on her monitor about three inches apart.
The flower heads were tilted towards each other in almost
perfect gorgeous symmetry. The satin fabric was the color of
creamy skin. The roses glowed in wonderful health. The many
petals in perfect, full, blazing color. No words were evident
anywhere on the page. Near the bottom of the screen was a single
textbox. No identifying symbols existed. Joy clicked her mouse
in the box and typed the password and hit enter on her keyboard.
The next page appeared. The background was much like the first,
only this time the satin fabric appeared a little more wrinkled.
The two roses were arranged differently. They were crossed in an
X-shape, one atop the other. The one on top appeared in the same
perfect glowing health as before, but the other, the one lying
underneath, was different. Its flower head was bent badly over,
the color was faded, a couple of petals were falling off, and a
couple of leaves from the stem were broken over. The symbolism
was totally apparent to Joy. Then she noticed another little
item. On each stem a single thorn appeared to be poking into the
flesh-colored satin fabric and a tiny drop of blood appeared to
be dripping from the pricks in the fabric. Whew! Joy was
flabbergasted at the obvious symbolism. The password gave it
away, but she never dreamed she would be looking at such a lush
image that filled her with all the emotions she had been living
with for the past month. There was a single forward arrow button
near the bottom right of the screen. No words were anywhere. She
clicked the button and arrived at the third page.
This page appeared with a background identical to the front page
only in more muted colors, as if a watermark. But this page had
much more. There were button links to several pages lined up
down the left side and the message across the bottom read: “More
passwords will be needed. Complete each page and receive the
passwords by email.” Joy returned to look at the links. They
were Location, Date, Time, Attire, Motivation, Shopping,
Fireworks, The View, and Activities. She clicked on each one and
found that the only one that was currently active was the date.
It brought up a screen split in half visually. The same two
roses were on the left half and a pretty picture of fireworks
was on the right. A single check box was identified by the
words: “Confirm attendance July 4”. Without hesitation she
checked the box and hit enter. Her browser leaped back to the
previous page. She tried once again each of the other page links
but to no avail. All were blocked. Evidently she would have to
wait for further passwords to access any more. The cleverness of
Emily’s work struck Joy. She had always known Emily was smart,
but this was really amazing. The one thing that made her smile
though was that if Emily had put this much time and effort into
this web site, that she must be REALLY suffering with a
one-track mind. And guess what. It was JOY that Emily was
thinking about all the time. She relished the notion that she
was causing Emily to be so preoccupied. It made her birthday
present for Emily all that much more special. Yes! Yes! Yes!
The days went by slowly for both girls, except for when they
visited the weight room at the same time. Some days other events
intruded on their schedules so that they weren’t lifting
simultaneously. Most days, however, found them both arriving
right after 8 A.M. and determinedly attacking the weight and
exercise machines. It would never be known to look at either of
them that these times were actually the highlight of their days.
Both girls had on their ‘game faces’: serious, focused, and not
distractible. Such a perception was only the surface. As they
glanced at each other during their workouts, noticing every
little visible detail of their rival, they were actually turned
on. The panting, heavy breathing, and sucking in air was from
more than the strain of lifting weights. It was the presence of
the ‘other’ girl. Most days there were from 10-15 other lifters,
mostly boys, but there were some regular girls from the
volleyball and softball teams. Since neither Joy nor Emily were
sports participants, their presence was noted as a little odd,
but it didn’t seem strange enough for anybody to draw any
‘conclusions’. They just went about their business.
As the weeks went by both girls continued their physical
improvements. Each wondered just how much stronger the other
might be. Both were running at other times of the day and Emily
found time to swim many laps in her pool. As June was rolling to
an end, both girls were, in surprising quickness, exhibiting the
toned look of fitness freaks. Each had lost a few more pounds.
Stomachs had become harder. Joy’s little roll of baby fat had
disappeared. Buttocks had turned into hard knots of muscle. Legs
were filled with strong flexible muscles. Arms had doubled their
strength in only three short weeks. Their skin even seemed to
glow brighter. Their circulation was better. Their endurance was
exponentially more than before. Topping off the excitement that
each felt was the knowledge that her enemy had duplicated
whatever improvements either might have made in her body. Both
found themselves trapped in a Catch-22: wishing for the
fulfillment that a thorough victory over her rival would
provide, but at the same time wishing for the exciting, erotic
build-up to never end. They couldn’t have it both ways. Both
knew there would be a final and convincing conclusion. All
without a single word spoken between them. So be it.
The evenings found Emily at her job and Joy, who worked in the
afternoons, checking her ‘favorite’ web site. She felt a tingle
in her spine every time she brought up the page. Knowing that
only two people on the whole planet were aware of the site was a
special thrill in and of itself. The second password arrived and
it gave access to the Location button. Again the message was
sparse: Remember the pool house? Confirm. Joy checked the box
and was transported back to the menu page. She clicked on Time
and with the same password was admitted to a simple page with
one phrase and its associated checkbox: 5:00 P.M. Heads of
Household in prolonged absence. 72 hours available. This time
there were four choices with matching checkboxes: 1) Evening
only, 2) up to 24 hours, 3) up to 48 hours, 4) up to 72 hours.
Wow! Emily must have a marathon event planned. The possibilities
were mind-boggling. Now for the first time she actually had to
think about her answer. I hadn’t occurred to her that any sort
of fight with Emily could last 72 hours, but she sure didn’t
feel like choosing any of the lesser times. To be gone that long
from home she would need to come up with a really good plausible
reason in order that her parents not suspect anything was amiss.
She went to the kitchen and looked at the calendar her parents
used to keep track of their schedules. She smiled as she walked
back to her room. She contemplated the consequences of her
answer. Her motivation to maximize the whole scenario eventually
won out over her concerns and she checked the box #4) 72 hours
and went back to the menu again. The only other link that worked
was The View: for now at least all it had was a picture taken
from Emily’s pool. It showed a shower of fireworks in the
distance, maybe a mile away. As she thought about the location
of Emily’s home she remembered it was on a hill just about a
mile from the river where the local fireworks display occurred
every July 4. Evidently the house was high enough to look over
the trees to the southwest to see the fireworks. She hadn’t
really noticed its elevation before but that would explain a
couple of things she had been wondering about.
Three days later she received another password by email. She
quickly browsed to 2roses.com. It angered her every time she had
to type the original password to enter the site. Emily sure knew
what she was doing when she devised these passwords. Each had a
special bite to it, purposely to get a reaction from Joy. They
all worked. One was: BlondeTits1_FakeTits0. Another was:
BlondePussy2_UglyPussy0. These were obvious references to the
outcome of the sexual side of their previous fights. Since the
original motivation for their rivalry was based on the flaunting
of tits and of their sexuality, these taunts burned deeply in
Joy’s heart. She literally ached in her stomach for the chance
to correct the error of Emily’s thinking. Joy knew she was the
better woman. Emily was nothing more than an interloper,
pretending to be superior. Her joy would be complete only after
she annihilated Emily sexually.
The next page to open up was the one titled Motivation. In it
she found a multitude of things, literary references to women
and girls in conflict, links to book reviews about women
warriors, erotic poetry – most of it from a lesbian point of
view, and images: lots of images. They were highly erotic. Most
involved girls that looked much like the two of them. The
parallels were impossible to miss. Some showed girls just
looking longingly into each other’s eyes, some showed delicate
kisses, some were full-tongue kisses, and many showed breasts in
contact with other breasts. Some were close-ups where the
intricate interplay of two nipples was shown in wonderful
detail. Some were full-body embraces of women, clothed,
partially clothed, and nude. More pictures appeared: toes being
sucked, women peeing on each other, toes invading pussies,
fingers, toys, and food all found innovative uses, pussies
rubbing together. Women catfighting in sexy clothes, or none at
all, appeared on at least a dozen pages. A noticeable exception
was there were no pictures of muff-munching cunnilingus. Joy
noted the omission and it pleased her to think that Joy would go
to all that trouble and then leave out an obvious portion of
lesbian love. It must mean that Emily was still a bit distraught
by the forced pussy eating from her birthday. Great! On and on
went the pages. Incredible! As Joy paged through the archive of
full-screen images she became intensely turned on. Merging the
images she was seeing on the page with the real and fantasy
images she had regarding Emily, had her leaking copious amounts
of pussy juice onto her chair. Wow, she thought, “I’ll bet Emily
has been masturbating herself to these very same words and
pictures.” So it was that many an evening in June found the two
girls both paging through these images, fingers flying in the
crevices of their womanhood, shuddering to orgasms caused by the
intense feelings they produced. Each would wonder about the
other. “Is SHE doing this right now?” Many times the answer was
yes! There were no interactive checkboxes or responses required
on these pages. All were exactly what the title implied: Motivation.
A couple of days later a new password arrived in Joy’s mail:
HowGoodCanYouLook. At least this password wasn’t so awful
thought Joy. It opened up the Attire pages. Besides the
continued presence of the two-rose background she found the
front page filled with a large picture of two absolutely
stunningly beautiful women. Both were blonde, one had short hair
and one long. Both were standing in some sort of elegant mansion
posing and both wore full-length gowns: slinky, shape-hugging
gowns. One was satin and the other appeared to be velvet. The
women were both very well endowed (no surprise there), and wore
minimal but elegant jewelry. High heels completed the visible
portion of their wardrobe. She loved looking at the two women
and just stared at the photo for several minutes before even
noticing there were links to further pages at the bottom of the
screen. Eventually she un-glued her eyes from the two women and
clicked on “Lingerie”. She practically fainted when she opened
the page and saw the same two women that she had been lusting
over for the past five minutes, posing in the same location.
This time however, of course, they were not wearing any dresses.
They were dressed similarly: garter belts, hose, fancy thong
style panties and matching bras. One wore baby blue and the
other black. They looked so to-die-for sexy standing there that
Joy practically lost control of her body functions right then.
That bitch Emily sure knows what she’s doing. From here the page
went to other pages with many other models dressed in all kinds
of different lingerie. Something for everybody she thought. She
backed up a page to try the other links. They showed pictures of
other beautiful women in gorgeous sexy gowns. There were many
different colors, fabrics and styles. The common theme though
was that nearly all of them showed lots of cleavage up top. How
could she ever pick, she wondered.
One thing was obvious now. Whatever Emily had planned for the
Fourth of July, it was going to be immensely sexy and elegant.
She vowed that she would NEVER be out-dressed. Money would be no
object. She had enough in her savings and from her job to
splurge and the cost didn’t matter (well, up to a point). Her
entire focus for this summer vacation was on one and only one
thing: her battle with Emily, and it would be foolish not to put
her resources to use in waging that battle, even her monetary
resources. Obviously, Emily would be doing the same.
When she finally went back to the menu she found the shopping
page opened up with the same password. Inside were names and
addresses of several merchants within a 100-mile radius of their
hometown as well as hotlinks to more than a dozen Internet
women’s clothing outlets like Fredericks of Paris. She visited
all of them and drooled some more as she paged through their
catalogs. At the bottom of the shopping page was a pair of check
boxes: 1) confirm eveningwear, and 2) not for me. Once again,
without hesitation she clicked the first box, never even
considering the second option.
With this much now made clear, she found that there was a
definite focus to her off-work, off-workout hours. She spent the
next several days making her decisions about what to wear for
the fireworks. She just knew that she would be just as sexy as
those women in the photo and would make Emily pale in
comparison. She shopped with a clear focus: the most elegant and
sexy that she could possibly afford. She even missed a day of
weight training to go to a nearby city for a full day of
shopping. She shopped harder than ever and with more purpose
too. When the day was done she thought it the most enjoyable day
shopping she ever had.
Emily meanwhile was joyous that each new password she sent Joy
had been used so quickly. Sometimes it was only a matter of an
hour or so between her sending the mail and Joy responding
through the 2roses web site. She thrilled to know that Joy was
as pre-occupied with the fireworks as she was. Her next
password, the one that opened the Activities pages would be a
coy reference that she knew would get the dander up on Joy’s
back: “ReadyToMunch”. Inside the Activities front page would
contain a special greeting, a few page links and some more
images. The first link was to a page titled “Dining”. The second
was titled “Agenda”. The third was titled “Games”. The fourth
was titled “Intimacies”. The Dining, and Intimacies pages would
require Joy to make some responses, but the Games and Intimacies
were not interactive.
The dining page showed lots of wonderfully prepared foods, the
kind one might find at a fancy French restaurant. Hors D’
Oeuvres, beverages, meat, fish, poultry dishes, soups, and
desserts were on display. Also appearing was a brief checkbox
message: “Did you learn anything in Home Ec class? Do you know
your way around a kitchen? Can you help with the food prep?”
There were two simple choices: yes or no.
The Agenda page was actually quite provocative. It listed in
order the following: 1) Special Greetings, 2) Cocktails, 3) Hors
D’ Oeuvres, 4) Conversation, 5) Food Prep, 6) Dinner, 7) Music
and Dancing,
Dessert, 9) Fireworks, 10) Modeling, 11) Games,
12) Conversation, 13) Fireworks………….Grand Finale. 14) Note:
Items 9, 10, 11, and 12, may be continuous and repetitive. At
the bottom of the page was one more sentence. It said, “The
agenda may be modified at the whim of either the hostess or the
honored guest.”
The Games page was pretty sparse, with only two short sentences.
“Hostess has many games and toys available for play. Guest need
not bring games, but creative choices will not be dismissed.”
The Intimacies page was one page that caused Emily a long time
to think about exactly what she wanted to say. In the end she
decided that just laying the challenge out on the line was the
best tactic. She figured that even a witch like Joy must have
some sense of honor and would respond accordingly. She found
five pictures from the Internet to use. She identified them each
with a number and posted them across the page. The first showed
a woman’s pussy close-up. No hair grooming had been done. It was
a full rich, thick mound of pussy hair, including all the way
down and around her labia. The second was of another pussy, this
one shaved clean all around the labia but with a pretty full
bush on display above her pussy lips. The third picture was yet
another pussy, but with short stubbly bristles of hair all
around the entire area, exactly like the adornment Joy sported
on Emily’s birthday. The fourth showed a totally clean,
baby-smooth pussy, not a hair to be seen. The fifth was the
intriguing picture. It showed one blonde beauty bent over the
pussy of a second gorgeous blonde. She was looking at the
shaving cream lathered pussy of the reclining girl. In her hand
was a straight razor, as though she was about to commence
shaving the reclining blonde. If these pictures don’t set Joy’s
mind racing, nothing will, thought Emily.
Above the photos was one sentence: “Hostess would love to be
compatible with her honored guest. Please choose”. Underneath
the five photos, towards the bottom of the page were actually
six checkboxes with the following labels: 1) Totally natural
(Emily knew that it was really too late for either girl to grow
the full mound of hair that was their natural state, but she
thought she should put in the picture anyway), 2) slick lips, 3)
worthless bristles, 4) baby smooth, 5) On-site grooming could
become part of the agenda, 6) Fuck you, I like surprises. She
was pleased with her handiwork, as she knew this page would
cause Joy to do some serious thinking before she dared respond.
Joy was bound to feel as though Emily was taunting her for
having ‘cheated’ in the last fight. Oh well, that was Joy’s
problem, not hers.
When she finished final setup of the Intimacies page she
breathed a big sigh of relief. A large smile crossed her face
and she drifted off into her favorite fantasy.
The only page not finished was the fireworks page, and the more
Emily thought about it, the more the idea intrigued her of NOT
making a fireworks page. By leaving it undone, it would send a
message that there were a lot of questions still to be answered.
In fact that was the way she liked it. There needed to be
something unknown and left unanswered, and that would do it. She
made her decision. She would leave the Fireworks page totally
blank. Now THAT would make Joy think twice.
