The Country Girl (Part 1 Introduction)
All these things happened when I was only 18 summers old, but it seems just like yesterday.
I was always tomboyish. Hell I was a country girl. I learned and loved to fight and wrestle with other girls while still very young.
Sometimes the “big girls” would pick on us, so I knew what it felt like to be beaten. But I also knew what it felt like to exert dominance over other girls. And in time I grew into a strong curvy busty teen.
And I more than paid back all those older girls for my humiliation. That’s when I realized how much pleasure I could take from a girl who was my match. It wasn’t my first arousal, wrestling of girls had always been like that. It was something a step farther.
Kellie was new in school. A redhead (I hate them, I have raven hair, natural enemies!). She had great tits and round hips like mine. Another farm girl.
The perfect match, could she be my equal?
I deliberately started sitting behind her in class. The way the sun shining in the window set her hair on fire made me fantasize of my raven haired bush entangled with her flame. We both were porcelain skinned young beauties and she quickly became popular. She was my rival in every way.
It was just a matter of time and opportunity.
It was Sunday. Everyone in the community always went to church, all the girls wore pretty dresses. And there was red haired Kellie. Looking stunning in her light green print cotton dress. It really brought out those pretty green eyes. She caught me staring at her with my big baby blues just a little too long. A chill ran up my spine. Did she know? Did she feel an uncontrollable gravitation toward me as I did for her anytime “the other” was around?
The music started playing and we all stood up to sing.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her lovely young body forced against mine. Our big tits struggling against one another’s. I imagined her nipples to be pink and puffy like mine. Her labia and clit bright pink to. I thought the service would never end. I felt like everyone knew and everyone was staring at us.
When the service ended I timed it just right to walk out beside of her. She glared at me knowingly and gave a pretty yet seductive smirk. As we walked out the door she stuck something in my hand. At her touch fireworks went off in my chest and my nipples began to engorge themselves. And then she was gone.
What had she put in my hand?
It was a small note. It simply said “be at Mountain Island”. Mountain Island was an island out in the middle of our lake.
Nobody lived there, it was just forest but there was a beautiful waterfall in the middle of it where girls would fight secretly. Someone must have told her about me sexfighting there. Doubtless some inferior woman or girl I’d topped. Yes I did fight older women to.
The whole scene was very tribal.
Trib.
Yes, that was just perfect.
I could hardly wait to feel that. My sex against hers. My Scottish ancestory against her Irish. My strong curvy thighs brushed together, I could feel my battle cum running down them. No worries. There would be plenty of that left for Kellie.
My Rival.
This will be my sweetest victory and I plan to savor it until long after dark. Around the camp firelight.
After we got home and had dinner I told my mom that some friends and I were going camping on Mountain Island. She was so beautiful. It seemed like she always knew my thoughts or what I was struggling with. She squeezed my curvy bicep and looked at me knowingly. She said “Be safe. Be Strong. Remember who you are and where you come from”.
“I will Momma I said”, kissing her on the cheek.
I hoisted my backpack onto my wide strong shoulders and went out the screen door letting it slam behind me.
I had such a special surprise inside my pack for that green eyed bitch Kellie!
Hahaha!
(evil wicked grin)
It had been in our family a long long time.
