A short story commission between two bookish college roommates.
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The sun's rays filled the college dormitory room, casting a warm glow on Lily and Cindy, two bookish brunettes who were strikingly similar in appearance. They sat nervously on their beds, their hearts pounding as an unspoken tension simmered between them. Although seemingly innocent, these girls held a secret desire for something more thrilling than academic pursuits—a hidden fetish for catfights.
At night, with the lights off, when they thought the other had fallen asleep, their hands reached down below as they imagined a world where their bodies intertwined with that of an imaginary opponent and their eyes were deadlocked as their hands clasped together. In total unison, they moved as one whole as they engaged in combat with their opponent, mirroring one another’s movements.
One morning, both women would wake up and find their roommate’s laptops had been left open, both women embarrassed as they rushed to shut off the images of beautiful women clashing, tearing apart one another’s clothing, and grabbing at their opponent’s bodies.
Of course, as they did so, it turned out that they had mistaken one another’s laptops for their own. As such, their reddened faces turned to ones of sudden enthusiasm and devilish grins. Perhaps the roommate match up survey they had taken was more perfect than they realized.
Though shocking at first, it was more comforting to know that their tastes were more similar than they had realized. In fact, their own similarities hardly ended at that. Both women were single children, had medium length hair they kept in braided pigtails, listed themselves as introverts, and wore glasses that covered their brown eyes with a reflective coating that befitted their bookishness.
As they stared at one another….
….In this room, their desires pulsed with an electrifying energy, waiting to be unleashed. Like magnets, their eyes locked instantly, fueled by an inexplicable attraction that called for conflict.
Lily lunged forward, her hand connecting with Cindy's cheek in a resounding slap. But it was not just a physical blow she aimed for—it was an assault on Cindy's very identity.
"Your hair looks so ridiculous," Lily taunted, seizing a handful of Cindy's locks and yanking them with force. The fight was on, both girl's pent-up desires transforming into a dance of power and seduction, “I’m going to tear those pigtails off, you nerd!”
"Well, you’re one to talk, copying my style," Cindy snarled in response, her hand entangled in Lily's brown waves as she slammed her opponent to the ground. The impact echoed through the room as Cindy's palm connected with Lily's delicate cheek in a powerful slap in retaliation to the one she had received, “I’d tell you to have a bad hair day but your hairstyle doesn't look good on you at all!”
As the two college girls pulled at their hair and their clothing, they twirled and twisted on the ground like cats rolling to and fro in an endless circle.
“You’re so weak! And you want to call me a nerd?”
“Weak? Look at me pulling you and tearing you apart?”
“W-w-wait, not my blouse, nooooo!”
“Yes, your blouse, you bitch! You don't need it anymore.”
“Fine, how about your shirt goes, too?”
“My shirt! I'm exposed! My bra is totally out there.”
"They're so small!"
"Yours are smaller!"
The layers began to peel bit by bit, as strands of hair and scraps of clothing fell. Their pigtails, once braided, unloosened together as a wild tangly mess caught up in a storm of wavy brunette hair coalescing across enemy lines.
Neither satisfied, they both released one arm and took aim with their free hand. Their strikes intertwined in a mirroring echo. Every punch Cindy threw, Lily retaliated with a fist of her own.
As Lily's fist lunged forward, aiming for her opponent’s face, Cindy managed to dodge it at the last second by weaving her head.
"Missed me!"
"You're gonna pay for that!"
Ducking her head under, Lily was able to maneuver herself around Cindy’s retaliation shot. At the same time, her body was pressed downward towards her abdomen now, which meant she was too close range to attack with her fists.
But since she was already downward, she decided to stay below and yanked down at Cindy’s skirt instead.
Cindy grunted, retaliating by grabbing onto Lily's skirt as well, yanking it upwards instead of down.
"You think you can undress me again? Think again!"
“Oh, you’re going to be naked after I’m through with you!”
“At least, I’ll have something to show. When I’m done, you’re going to prance around the dorms in the nude, you bitch!”
“Stop acting like I’m the one who’s smaller!”
“You ARE smaller!”
“No, I’m bigger.”
“Wrong! You’re smaller!”
“I am not, you brainless cxnt!”
“Let’s have a look, then!”
“Fuck you! Fuck off my tits!”
“You get off mine!”
“I’m going to tear them off!”
Their skirts down their ankles, the two switched towards their breasts now, clawing and clasping at the orbs hidden behind the bra cups that hid them. Seeking and exploring, they found one another’s weaknesses as they groped their way around their defenses as their bras slid down their chests from the pressure.
“You scratch like a kitten! Is that the best you've got?"
"I'll show you what a true catfight looks like!"
“Aghhh!”
“Ooohhh!”
“Yoooww!”
“Unnnhhh!”
Lily's nails dug into Cindy's arms, breasts, and shoulders as she yelped in pain.
Cindy grinned through gritted teeth, retaliating with an equally painful scratch on Lily's body.
Exposed at the top, the cat scratching fever had driven them up unto their knees, where they engaged one another chest-to-chest and belly-to-belly. Locking their fingers to prevent further scratching, they moved into a contest of strength and will. Their voices mixed with moans of pain and excitement, as their desires turned the fight into a passionate dance of pleasure and pain.
As their foreheads thudded against one another, they stared furiously into one another’s eyes. The scent of their perspiration was disguised with the smell of their hair, clearly moisturized with aromatic shampoo.
"Your shampoo choice is terrible. Your hair smells like cheap desperation."
"Unlike your whore shampoo, my shampoo exudes sophistication."
“Well, you clearly lack style and substance if that’s your definition of sophistication.”
“You think your bad insults work on me? Or are you just compensating for your insecurities?”
“Please, you might as well be a dumb blonde in disguise.”
“Projecting much, aren’t we?”
As their legs tangled together, their silky smooth thighs met along the edges of their panties. Their bodies pressed against one another. The scent between them filled their nostrils as they shouted and groaned. Every nerve was alive and pulsing. Every sense scrambled to work as their bodies shifted in continuous momentum until it stopped, their bookish understanding of inertia coming to a halt as their physical potential rose to the top.
And they could feel it below as they fell. The sensation they had felt when they watched other women catfight. Instead of on a screen, it was happening in real time with them participating. As their bodies rubbed against one another, they felt the warm sensations within them and as they watched their mirror counterpart, they could see it happening to their opponent. The vibrations of their quivering thighs were simply too much against the sensitivity within their loins. And they both knew it as they shared this experience together.
As they stared at one another, a sudden shock and realization came across their faces as a sudden bolt of climatic energy shot through them, causing the angry and determined expression to transform into one of orgastic uttering, their eyes closing shut and their mouths forming the letter ‘O’.
“Oh!”
“Oh my-”
“Ohhhhh!”
“Oooooh!”
“Oh.”
“Oh…”
It was briefer than they had anticipated, coming about as sudden as it was swift. The two paused and stopped, with uncertainty.
What just happened? Wasn’t this what they wanted? It couldn’t just end here, could it? Did this technically still mean they were virgins?
“So, did, uh, did that just happen?”
“I, I think so. I’m not sure.”
“Um.”
“Yeah.”
The two paused, almost smiling but like when they had discovered the other’s taste for catfights, they were more uncertain and confused in a comfortable and satisfying way than joyful.
“Does that mean this is over?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“How about we call a truce?”
“A truce works for me, roomate.”
Their eyes locked and then, they did, in fact, smile at this understanding. Helping one another, they gathered themselves and began to slip their clothing back to place, giggling as they redid their pigtails with less perfection than previously but with well earned satisfaction from a hard fought duel.
They both turned, almost mirroring one another as they reached for their school books.
“Now, well, I suppose it’s time to return to my paper on Keynes and how he impacted society.”
“You mean, how wrong he was about his theories?
“Wrong? He’s not wrong. Maybe you’re just too stupid to understand these concepts?”
“Oh, so we have a fangirl, over here. First thing she does is accuse people of being stupid without looking at herself? Of course, she picks the loser to write about because she’s also a loser.”
“If you can’t figure that out, it’s probably due to you lacking the intelligence to do so.”
“Again, projecting much? That sounds like a you problem, ugly!
“Me, ugly? I’m not the ugly one!”
"Well, you certainly can’t call yourself beautiful? Take a good look in the mirror!"
"Oh, yeah? Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? Certainly not you!"
“You want to prove that, ugly?”
“Okay, how about I fix your looks for you?”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“You really want to settle this again, bitch?”
“Why not? As far as I can tell, I won.”
“You? Win? Please!”
“Oh, I’ll prove it to you, again!”
And thus, began a long and interesting Freshman year for the two brunette college co-eds.
