Chapter 1
Lexli took a quick sniff of her armpit as she stepped out of her house. Her shaved armpit did not smell of anything. She had just taken a bath after all.
Why did she care so much if she smelled good? Wasn’t she about to meet her sexual rival? Lexli wore a slightly perturbed look on her face.
She would meet HER today. Lezli. The other woman.
She shared a man with Lezli. Mario. He was their mutual painter-illustrator boyfriend.
She and Lezli were not just lovers to Mario. They both modelled for his now famous nude paintings and illustrations.
But they had never modelled together. Today was going to be the first time.
Lexli’s heart beat like primitive tribal drumming as she locked the door to her house. Her nipples were hard. There was fire in her belly and an itch in her cxnt.
It was a bright sunny Florida morning. Lexli felt her nervousness ease a little as the bright morning sunshine enveloped her.
Lexli wore her black hair short. A sleeveless white blouse and tight blue jeans covered her lean, muscular, and ripped body.
Lexli was small but her demeanour was one of a disturbed jungle cat – an aura of power and menace hung over her as she walked to the bus stop.
Lexli attracted attention but her aura also made people vary of approaching her.
The bus stop was empty, but Lexli did not sit on the red plastic seats. She was full of a nervous energy this morning. Her body seemed to be possessed by a primitive animalistic spirit.
Her nipples were erect and throbbing.
She had seen the paintings and drawings Mario had done of her sexual rival.
What annoyed Lexli was that there was an uncanny resemblance between her and Lezli.
They were almost mirror images of each other. She could not deny that she was sexually excited to meet her sexual rival. That would be an understatement. She had always been eager to meet Lezli.
The bus arrived and Lexli jumped in like a sleek cat climbing up a wall. Her body tingled as the bus resumed its journey.
Chapter 2
Mario’s studio was sparse. Barely any furniture at all. Nowhere for the models to sit or rest.
Lezli, who had arrived early, stood at the centre of the studio.
She was naked, the overhead yellow studio lights illuminated her ripped and leanly muscular body. A thin film of sweat covered her back and even her bare taut breasts showed early signs of perspiration.
Lezli walked slowly across the room, powerful hands on her hips, deep in thought, as if she was anticipating something or someone.
Her face was serious. But it was merely a mask for the waves of excitement that had gripped her body ever since Mario had informed her that she and Lexli would model together for his new comic book strip.
Lexli. The other woman would soon be here. There was nothing she could do about it. It was what Mario wanted.
Lezli had conflicted thoughts about meeting her sexual rival. She had seen the drawings Mario had done of Lexli.
She liked Lexli’s animalistic demeanour in the paintings. She felt that she and Lexli would have a lot in common.
Lezli looked forward to meeting Lexli.
About twenty feet away from Lezli, Mario sat behind his large canvas, smoking a cigarette, watching Lezli walk across his studio.
He did not interact much with his girlfriend’s/models while he painted. He simply yelled out terse instructions to the models about the poses that he desired.
Mario Maarfafa was widely acknowledged within the comic book community as the successor to Frank Frazetta, Boris Valejo and Paolo Serpieri due to his depictions of warrior-like muscular women. Unlike those renowned artists, Mario set his warrior women in urban landscapes and not some sci-fi or fantasy world.
Mario was cool on the surface about the imminent meeting between his two girlfriends. He certainly expected sparks to fly between the two lean, feisty, and muscular women.
This was the first time he was doing a comic book with two nude women with a distinctly lesbian theme with elements of catfighting, sexfighting and titfighting.
The thought of seeing Lexli and Lezli together in the nude excited Mario.
He had been hesitant when he suggested it to them both. But to his surprise, both Lexli and Lezli had agreed without so much as a protest.
Chapter 3
Mario's studio was in a narrow side street in a quiet suburb outside the Florida city. The building itself did not house any other tenants or businesses.
The entrance to the studio was labyrinthine. The large steel door facing the street had been left unlocked. Lexli let herself in and walked down the narrow dark dungeon-like corridor at the end of which was another large steel door.
The steel door led into a large spacious corridor which was well lit and at the end of which was a giant oak door that opened into Mario’s studio.
Lexli gulped as she walked swiftly to the oak door. She wanted to storm into the studio and face her rival. She did not want to enter the studio with an aura of meekness. Lexli pushed the door open. It did not make any noise and she stepped in.
She saw Lezli first. Her sexual rival, the other woman was bare naked.
Lezli had her behind to her.
Three things immediately struck Lexli about Lezli. The muscularity of her back, each muscle well defined, calling for attention as they were covered with sweat.
The curve of her hips.
And last but not the least, the taut well worked shapely ass.
Lexli did not waste any time. As she stepped towards Lezli, her sexual rival turned towards her.
Lezli was a bit taken aback by the sudden appearance of Lexli behind her. Her sexual rival had crept up on her.
Before she could greet Lexli, the new arrival tore off the white vest that covered her upper torso. Taut but shapely breasts with large nipples on them jutted out at Lezli.
Then in what seemed like a split second, the blue jeans came off and was thrown onto the floor.
Lexli was butt naked. She took a step forward, placing a leg in front of her, placed her hands on her hips and posed her nude body for Lezli to examine.
Lezli was taken in by the muscularity of her sexual rival. She stood there mesmerized for a few seconds, but then she recovered. She knew what she had to do. She placed a leg forward, matched her rival's move of placing her hands on her hips and posed her naked body for Lexli to examine. The two feisty sexual rivals eyed each other.
Chapter 4
Mario watched the escalation and pose down between his girlfriends and smiled.
Lexli had made a tumultuous entry into the studio. But Lezli had not lost her nerve.
He killed the cigarette and turned towards his canvas. Mario used the Rapidograph pen, the one used by legends like Robert Crumb.
He watched his girlfriends as he drew them on the canvas. There was nothing to separate the two women. They could have been twins. Nature playing its naughty games, thought Mario.
He started with their thighs. Both women had one leg extended in front of her, as if they were about to jump at each other in naked combat.
He found the matching sinewiness of their inner thighs to be particularly striking.
How did they both have sinewy thighs? They must follow the same workout program or something, he thought, as he sketched them.
A thin film of sweat had appeared over Lexli's forehead as she stared with the utmost hostility at her sexual rival. Lezli stared back with a hostility that matched Lexli's in intensity.
The large nipples on their taut breasts were erect. Both women breathed slowly. They watched the sweat breakout on each other’s bodies.
Mario did not have an air conditioner in the studio. He wanted everything raw.
Occasionally Lezli’s eye would drop down to Lexli’s taut breasts.
Lexli would steal a quick glance at Lezli’s rock-hard abs where every muscle was well defined.
Lezli would gaze at Lezli’s powerful shoulders.
Lexli admired Lezli’s sinewy arms.
But when they looked back at each other, the mutual hatred replaced the mutual admiration.
Perhaps it was the tension between them but both women were sweating profusely now.
There was sweat on their naked breasts and on their shoulders and their necks.
Lexli had to admit that her rival was one sexy woman. Lezli was thinking along the same lines.
Both women were sexually attracted to each other, mere minutes into their meeting and pose down for each other.
The minutes went by and finally Mario yelled to them.
“I am done with the sketch, girls. Take a little break.”
The women watched each other, neither of them breaking their poses, as if they had not heard the instruction from their shared boyfriend. They did not even look towards him.
They held the mutual stare before Lexli looked away and walked away from Lezli.
Lezli watched Lexli for a few moments, waiting for her to look back at her and resume the mutual stare.
It did not happen. Lezli admired Lexli’s sweaty body. Lezli was glad that Lexli was sweating as much as she was.
Lexli had her back turned to her and Lezli admired Lexli’s muscular back for a few seconds before her stare was inevitably drawn to Lexli’s naked butt. And what a butt it was. This girl did not miss her Romanian deadlift routine. That was for sure.
Lexli walked forward a bit and then turned around to face Lezli. Lezli pouted and assumed a provocative pose, opening her legs as if inviting Lexli towards her.
Lexli was taken aback. She looked down at Lezli’s exposed naked groin and was pleasantly surprised to see a thicket like hair growth across Lezli’s nether region.
Lexli savoured the sight of Lezli’s hairy pussy and then she took a few steps towards Lezli and opened her own legs for her sexual rival.
Lezli looked down at Lexli’s exposed groin and was surprised to see a thicket of hair as wild and thick as her own.
They enjoyed the sight of the other woman’s hairy pussies. Their chests heaved with excitement as they realized how truly equally matched, they were.
Chapter 5
Mario watched things heating up between his two girlfriends. He had known this would happen. He lit another cigarette.
“Allright girls. Time for my next sketch. I want you both to assume a wrestler pose with your fingers interlocked. Like two ancient warriors. I want you both to look fierce and intense. I want your faces to be close to each other and your arms with interlocked fingers just below your shoulders around the height of your breasts”, he called out to them.
Mario knew exactly what he wanted. He had worked it all out beforehand. This was going to be fun.
The naked bodies of his girlfriends were gleaming with sweat.
They were a couple of sweaty girls. Especially in bed.
Mario took a puff of the cigarette as his two girlfriends moved towards each other and crouched down. Ready to obey his order.
Lezli and Lexli extended their arms towards each other.
The palms of their hands met, and the women let their palms linger together for a few seconds before entwining fingers with each other.
Their grips on each other’s fingers were tight and fierce. Both women had sharp nails and they dug into the other woman’s hands with their nails.
They had savage and serious expressions on their faces as they glared at each other.
Both women had one leg extended towards the other woman. The other leg was behind them as they assumed the pose of two female warriors.
The sides of their feet touched, and neither woman tried to break the union between their feet.
They were enjoying this duel that was laced with sex and jealousy.
They continued to dig their sharp nails into each other’s hands.
Nude bodies were drenched with sweat, giving both women an aura of real-life warriors.
They breathed into each other’s faces and looked deep into each other’s eyes. They were both mesmerized by each other even as they struggled with their hatred for each other.
Lezli tightened the grip over their interlocked fingers. Lexli also tightened her grip over their interlocked fingers.
Lezli began to push with her hands against Lexli. Lexli began to push right back.
The two sexual rivals were literally duelling now, trying to push the other woman off her perch on Mario’s studio floor.
Both women exerted all their might and strength to dominate the other. But neither woman gave an inch.
They were impressed by each other’s strength as they fought.
Mario could feel the tension rise between his girlfriends. He could tell from his position in front of the canvas that the women were straining against each other with their fingers interlocked.
The scene in front of Mario with the two nude women with their fingers interlocked was almost biblical.
Mario was nearly done with the sketch. He wondered whether he should let them duel for another minute or two. Just to see what would happen.
But he decided against it. What if they fought and one or both of them stormed out? That would be the end of his lesbian themed comic book.
“I am done girls. You can take a break”, Mario called out to them.
The women strained against each for a few more moments, fierce expressions adorning their faces. But the realization had dawned on them that they were equally matched in strength. They disentangled fingers, rather reluctantly, as if by a silent mutual consent and walked away from each other.
