“I’ll be out late tonight,” Dakota called over to her roommate. She sat at the desk on her side of the cramped dorm, carefully studying her face in the mirror as she applied makeup. Her face was a little too on the sharp side to be considered beautiful, although she would still be considered a knockout by most metrics. Her dirty blonde hair hung just above her shoulders, carefully combed out for this important night.
Her roommate, Elif, lay in bed, reading one of her textbooks. The Turkish-American girl would have been considered more attractive than her roommate with her pouty lips, smoky eyes, and perfectly curvaceous figure. Her jet black hair flowed freely down to her waist and spilled out all around her as she lay there, like a princess from the Arabian nights.
Elif turned to face Dakota, a knowing smile on her lips. “Oh? Got a big date tonight, perhaps?” Dakota returned the smile with an impish grin.
“There may or may not have been a duel for the right to ask me out, and the winner may or may not be treating me to dinner tonight,” she said. Elif’s eyes widened in mock surprise.
“A duel? And here I thought campus life was so peaceful.” Both girls laughed at the joke. They had both been here long enough to know that the competitive nature of Kyriarch drove many students to blows, and there was barely a student on campus who could not claim to have at least a few fights under their belts. It sometimes made for very awkward living situations, and both Dakota and Elif were glad to have found a roommate who did not feel the need to be the best in every room. The two girls were content to just be themselves and live in peace with each other, without ever settling the question of who was better.
“So tell me, who is your champion?” Elif asked, rolling over and propping her chin up.
“You know that cute boy Luke? He and Will fought for almost ten minutes right in front of me, and when Luke finally choked Will out, he turned right around and asked me out. It was very stimulating to watch.” Elif tapped her chin in thought.
“Luke? He’s that cute blonde from Intro to Philosophy, right?”
“That’s the one.”
“The one who wore that tight t-shirt that ripped open when he flexed?”
“Sure is.”
Elif raised her eyebrows. “You mind trading places with me?” Dakota turned to stare at her in surprise, and Elif met her gaze with a cocked eyebrow. The two girls locked eyes in a tense standoff for several seconds, then both burst out laughing.
“Seriously though, if you don’t hit it off with him, you give me his number, alright?” Giggled Elif.
“Sure thing,” laughed Dakota, finishing up her preparations and rising to leave.
“Now don’t stay out too late,” said Elif, wagging her finger in mock authority. Dakota playfully brushed her off and headed out the door.
…
“I really feel like an idiot,” Dakota said to Luke as the two of them reentered her residence hall. “Leaving my phone on the charger.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Luke assured her. “We still have plenty of time to make our reservation.” Dakota scanned her student ID card at her bedroom door and pushed it open.
“Hey Elif, just grabbing my-” Dakota froze mid sentence, her mouth hanging open. There in the center of the room stood Elif, holding her phone in one hand with a mischievous smile. She wore a pair of tight athletic shorts that prominently displayed her shapely ass and thick thighs, and not a single other piece of clothing. Her tits, some of the largest on campus, hung freely against her chest, her stiff brown nipples pointing slightly upwards.
Luke glanced past Dakota to see what had her attention and just stared. Elif grinned over Dakota’s shoulder at him, pressing her arms together behind her back to force her chest out even further. “Like what you see, big boy?” She asked. Luke could not respond, his mouth moving but no sound escaping. Dakota finally shook her head and recovered.
“Elif, what the fuck are you doing?” She demanded, storming forwards to grab her phone. Elif turned to her, her face twisting into a mask of mock concern.
“Oh, sorry, Dakota, I didn’t think you were going to disappoint Luke so bad that he would take you home so early.” She turned back to Luke, her face returning to its devious playfulness. “If you’re still looking for a good time, I’m free tonight.”
“He’s not interested in some whore like you, he’s going out with me,” growled Dakota. “Right, Luke?” Both girls stared at the tall muscular boy, whose discomfort grew with every second. Something in his pants started to rise too as his eyes locked onto Elif’s breasts.
“Seems like he’s decided which of us he likes better,” teased Elif, playfully shoving Dakota aside.
“Oh come on, anybody can give a man an erection if they dress slutty enough. Watch,” and Dakota yanked off her shirt in a violent motion, shaking her chest free. Luke’s eyes moved over to the chest of his date. While Dakota’s tits were noticeably smaller than Elif’s, they still stood firm and proud on her chest. The bulge in Luke’s pants grew even larger.
“You call those tits?” Asked Elif, laughing scornfully. “I was more of a woman when I was in kindergarten!” She swung her shoulders in a dipping motion, shoving her tits into Dakota’s from below. The mammoth amber melons violently shoved aside the pale freckled apples in a dominant display of female fortitude. Dakota growled.
“Please, those flabby sacks of yours are as empty as your head!” She rammed her own chest forwards, and her density allowed her tits to spear straight into Elif’s chest. Elif recoiled in pain, hissing.
“That’s it. Nobody insults my tits and gets away with it!” She seized Dakota by the hair and swung her away from the door. Dakota cried out in pain as she was bodily flung onto her bed. Elif turned to give Luke a quick wink. “Let me just take care of this real fast, then you and I can get to know one another, alright?” With that, she turned and charged towards Dakota with the battle cry of a desert warlord.
Elif jumped onto the bed and crawled towards Dakota on her knees. Dakota had risen to meet her and the two women pulled one another into a mutual bearhug. They wrestled for control, spinning each other around until they were turned sideways towards Luke, who could now see the action in profile. The two women held each other close, their chins resting on each other’s shoulders, growling and hissing as they ground their bodies into one another. Their tits mashed together in the center of it all, each trying to dominate the other with her femininity. Luke was stunned to see that, despite the size advantage of Elif, the Turkish girl seemed to recoil every time that Dakota pressed the attack, the white girl seemingly possessing the firmer pair of tits.
Elif seemed to realize it too. “Fuck,” she moaned as Dakota stabbed forwards yet again, “how are your tits so firm?” Dakota grinned and pulled Elif in tight, grinding her tits deeper and deeper. Luke could hardly breathe, he was so entranced by the sight.
Elif finally rallied and fought to take back control. With an upward surge, she forced her tits to the top of the struggle, slamming them down atop Dakota. Dakota yelped in surprise as the weight of her chest suddenly seemed to triple, and her tits began to sag under the strain.
“That’s more like it,” breathed Elif in relief. “Your tits aren’t as bad as I thought, but mine are plain unbeatable.”
“Like Hell they are!” Shouted Dakota. She reached up and shoved at Elif’s shoulders, knocking her opponent away and giving her tits a welcome break from the action. The two girls sat across the bed from one another, panting from the exertion as they assessed the damage. Despite the intense competition, both sets of tits seemed relatively undamaged, still holding their shape and size.
“Running away, are we? Finally realized who has the better boobs?” Elif taunted. She cupped her breasts and jiggled them towards Luke. “Don’t worry, sweetie, once I’m done crushing her you can play with these puppies all night.”
Dakota glared at her roommate and former friend. “That’s it, bitch. I was taking it easy on you, but now I’m really going to let you have it.” She turned to Luke and winked. “Get ready to see what a real woman looks like,” she promised.
“Oh please, what are you going to- OH FUCK!” Elif shouted in surprise as Dakota suddenly lunged forwards, swinging her tits from the right in a heavy haymaker. Elif’s tits were bowled over from the force of the impact, their owner gasping in pain. As she turned back to face front, Dakota came at her again, sending her flying in the opposite direction. Dakota continued to box with her chest, managing to send Elif’s tits spinning in two different directions.
“Look at those weak tits spin!” Dakota crowed, pausing her assault long enough to glance at Luke. He was smiling now, thrilled to see his date putting on such a dominant display. Then his face changed to a look of horror. Dakota turned around just in time to see Elif charge her, seizing her by the shoulders and driving her down to the bed. She felt her shoulder blades dig into the mattress as the Turkish girl mounted her from above, her wrecking ball tits hanging like the sword of Damocles over her.
“Time to end this!” Elif shouted and dropped her full weight onto Dakota’s chest. Dakota screamed as her tits spread outwards, pierced by the bigger, heavier set of her roommate. Elif left her chest in place for a few seconds, smirking at Luke and wiggling around a bit to shove Dakota around.
“Ready to give up now?” She asked, her voice full of mock sweetness. Dakota bit her lip and shook her head, her spirit still unbroken. Elif shrugged. “Have it your way,” and she rose for a final boob bomb.
In a surge of sudden strength, Dakota seized her around the waist and flipped her over, reversing their positions and putting herself on top. As Elif writhed about underneath her, Dakota reared up and came slamming down, piercing Elif’s tits to the core.
Elif shrieked as her tits were penetrated by the unbearably firm chest of Dakota penetrated her defenses. As Dakota lifted up for another strike, Elif managed to sob out, “Stop! I give up! Please don’t ruin my tits!” Dakota sat back, breathing hard and massaging her red tits. She stood up slowly, holding her breasts from beneath to support the damaged tissue, and made her way to Luke.
“Ready to go to dinner now?” She asked sweetly. Luke stared at her for a second before pulling her in close and kissing her. She groaned as she felt his massive erection rub against her crotch. He lifted her up and carried her back to her bed, throwing her down and unbuckling his belt.
Elif crawled off the bed silently, pausing only to grab a spare shirt before slipping out the door. A faint smile was on her face as she shut it discreetly behind her.
…
Elif did not return to her room until lunchtime the next day, when she entered to see her roommate sprawled out across her bed, still smiling like the sun.
“How was it?” Elif asked, smiling back. Dakota grinned.
“That was the best night of my life,” she gushed. “He didn’t let up for hours, and as soon as he woke up this morning we went right back at it.”
“I told you, men love titfights,” said Elif.
“You have no idea how right you were. Thanks so much for doing that for me,” said Dakota.
“Hey, what are friends for? You can return the favor next time I pick up a cute boy.”
Dakota laughed. “Deal.” She paused for a moment, a mischievous smile growing on her lips. “But it might be hard for me to throw the fight as convincingly as you. I mean, my tits are just so much stronger than yours.”
“Excuse me?” Elif asked, suddenly defensive. “My tits are the best set on campus. If we fought for real, they would swallow yours whole on the first exchange!” The two girls fell silent, gazing back and forth from her own chest to her roommate’s. The tense stand-off lasted just a few seconds, before both girls looked at each other and laughed easily.
“C’mon, let’s get lunch, my treat,” said Dakota, and the two girls walked off. But as they walked next to each other, they each found themselves studying their chest, unable to answer the question of who would win a real fight. It was a question that would likely be answered soon.
