[kevan]

    "Hey.....whacha doin'?" Melissa asked, totally startled that her roommate had slipped up behind her and kissed her on the back of her neck and copped a quick feel of her firm perky left breast.
      "Just expressin' my appreciation," Sheree giggled as she backed off and picked up the tvr remote.
      "You work so hard and keep things soooo neat," Sheree continued. The cute athletic blonde switched the channel to a cooking show.....she knew her roommie would be upset. All part of her plan. She secretly enjoyed pushing Melissas buttons. She pretended not to notice her redheaded roomies embarrassed face and the large stiff nipple her intruding fingers had turned on.
       For about six months Sheree had hidden her deepest desires. She'd answered an ad for "Roommate Wanted." After the ususal back and forth negotiations the twenty seven year old had gotten together with Melissa. Melissa was a hottie and she knew it. Big flirt, fabulous body. Her redhair long and soft made her look like a model. Why not married? Too many guys and she was terrible at making both decisions and commitments. Always dressing provactively but annoyingly private she was bashful around Sheree. A meticulous and over analytical pefectionist she butted heads so to speak with Sheree. Little did she know that Sheree drooled over her roommate. She was passive aggressive, always hot to trot so to speak and she loved woman on woman action. Any girl on girl or woman on woman. She had discovered a strange rare attraction in high school-catfighting. She dated one guy who was really into that and had actually went to a bar with him to watch mud and oil wrestling. Afterwards they made the hottest love ever.

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      "Give me the remote-or switch it back," Melissa snapped. She turned to face Sheree who was now at the nearby bar area (both loved to drink and had picked out an apartment that had a nice custom built bar setup) casually pouring and mixing two drinks. Stupid blonde wasn't even watching the cooking show.
       "Oh cool off Melissa sweetie," Sheree chirped deliberaly sounding coy and condescending.
       "You get sooooo worked up; you're way too uptight; tonight we're watching what I wanna watch."
       "That's my favorite show," Melissa said realizing she was getting mad as hell. The two drinks she had on the way home at a nearby bar and on an empty stomach were getting to her. A tough day at the office. She had kicked off her heels as soon as she got home-and instantly put them in her closet. Sheree made fun of her for being so instantly neat; her heels were scattered all over.
        "Oh shut up-that's a really stupid show....isn't worth watching-anyway, here have a drink. Melissa angrily took the drink and almost guzzled it. Sherree smiled-she had doubled the usual amount of booze.
         "Here, let me take your jacket," the blonde said as she helped Meliss out of her loose business suit jacket. Sheree stifled her impulse and highly erotic thought that crossed her mind. Grab that lovely redhair, wrestle her to the carpet and rip that sexy lowcut tight blouse off, shred by shred. Those nipples were huge-they had even poked out against bra, blouse and light jacket. Ummmmmm.
         Sheree was incredibly strong; though no bulging muscles, her muscles were taut and toned. Her hands and fingers were strong. She worked part time as a masseuse. Of course her favorite clients were attractive women. Men were cool; women were hot. Several guys had made passes  at her of course. But so had a couple of ladies. One beautiful rich blonde from Europe had actually propositioned her and had taken her hand and placed it on her breast.
       "I could be fired." Only those words were stronger than "Why you lovely luscious bitch, let's do it-NOW!" On the weekend she''d been alone -Melissa was gone. She'd watched lots of lesbian porn and several of her favorite catfight films.
      (Any interest here-depending on time, our politicians repercussions, I'll continue this....

[Warlock641]

By all means, continue.

[serenafan]

cant wait for the next part

[kevan]

        "Can't you hear; or are you just playing stupid-I want to watch MY show,"Melissa hissed. Her eyes watered and she felt a sudden rush of tippsiness as she placed her empty glass on the large coffeetable.
        "What the hell is this on here for?" the redhead asked as she stared at the large almost body length soft pillow-top style body pillow.
         (Stupid broad-Should I tell her that it is for her-really don't wanna break her back when I pin her down) Sheree thought as she walked closer to her roommie who was now sitting on the sofa.
         "Why don't you wrestle me for the remote-you win-You can watch your show," Sheree said almost laughing out loud. She stared at her lovely oh so sexy roommate. Her very very drunk roommie. She was not even half as drunk; well not drunk with alcohol; but "catfight lust drunk"? That was a whole nother story. She had never gotten physical with her roommate before. In reality. (But in her dreams?--)
         "What the hell? You want me to fight with you?" Melissa asked. The booze was really messing with her head-she suddenly felt a totally unexpected wave of "horniness." Perhaps it was the booze. She stared at her blonde roomies body. She was quite beautiful. Tall, in perfect shape; somewhat short but perfectly styled, sexily cut blonde hair; long sexy strong legs....."Those stockings-incredibly hot"-"Never noticed her legs before," Melissa thought. No wonder blondie never had a dry spell when it came to dates-unless she wanted it so. "She does dress well-bet that blouse cost-yes-pricey boutique." "Too bad she's soooo slppy around the home," Melissa fought back the impulse to critique everything about her roomie; she wanted to watch her show; "How dare this bitch steal the remote; and actually, really, challenge me to battle her? I could-I should-I will-whip her arrogant ass...."

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      "SO? How do we go about this? It seems a bit strange-like do I just slap you? Your face? Grab you by the throat? What do I have to do to WIN my show back?" Melissa said almost giddy. If she didn't know better she'd almost swear that Sheree had put some kind of a happy pill in her last drink. She felt a bit unnerved at how much her roommie was smiling and seeming to be into the mysterious contest that was to take place. The excited blonde had moved all furniture around the room to the walls and the only thing that remained was the coffee table with the large pillow like blanket.
      "Ohhhh, maybe the loser gets pinned on that-Weird...." Meliissa suddenly thought. She noticed that Sheree had unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse...perhaps she too felt warm...."Hmmmmmm-haven't seen those headlights turned on for a while," Melissa mused....That's how her one boyfriend talked....He like all the guys she'd had....just loved her big headlights. And he was the guy who had commented on her roommies headlights too....(They had dropped in unexpectedly early that particular night-Melissa had forgotten something....Sheree was with an absolute gorgeous brunette....); the two scrambled to their feet as Melissa and her guy entered the room-they were watching an old movie-One Million B.C. about cavemen. Little did Melissa realize that Sheree and her friend were acting out the catfight scene between the two beautiful cavewomen. After Melissa and her guy had left the two finished their "catfight play"; the brunette who had conquered Sheree (and enjoyed the spoils of catfight victory) tried long and hard to convince Sheree to tell Melissa what was going on and then they both should reenact the catfight scene only do a surprise two against one fight against Melissa. "You hold her, and I'll strip her," the brunette had said. Sheree and the hot brunette had a bunch of hot times just thinking about that scenario and of course that old classic catfight scene.  Ummmmmm....

[kevan]

     "Well, Melissa dear you could TRY and slap me, but you'd be really sorry; Let's start off slow-like maybe we can see how strong you really are," Sheree chuckled as she moved up real close to her roommie. She was but inches away from the gorgeous redhead. She felt another rush of heat as Melissa reached over and put her now empty glass (except for the ice of course) on the coffeetable.
     "They're huge, does she do this to make me HOT?" Sheree mused as her roommie innocently displayed her huge rack. (Relax girl-she has no idea-YET!) Sheree gently brushed her blonde hair out of her face and reminded herself not to go tooo fast...She was not sure how "Red" would react if her secret desires got completely out (both Woman/woman love and catfighting; either one or both could make this bitch run for the hills. But then she seems like she'd be open; and the extra booze and the "mystery" were sure helping.
   "I'm wayyyyy stronger than you blondie girl," Melissa chirped. She suddenly lunged at Sheree; lost her balance as the surprised Sheree instinctively sidestepped; then shot her leg out and tripped her.
    "Whooooa--Uhhhh," Melissa shouted in a kind of surprised yet angry tone. She landed on her knees.
     "Watchit-be careful clumsy," Sheree said as she slipped behind her roommate, reached down and gave her redhair a playful but firm tug.
      "Let me help you up," Sheree said. She used the red silky softness as a rather rude painful handle and with a loud whimper Melissa jumped up. Sheree placed her hand (seemingly innocently) on her roommies back.
    "Yeah do it-NO-DON'T!" Two opposing voices in Sheree's head seemed to be in coflict about whether to skilfully unsnap the redheads bra; her hand just landed in the right spot.
    "I could have her in erotic submission in just one or two smooth (catfight) moves Sheree's mind shouted. "Yank or pull her hair, twist her neck, rip that blouse down the back, unsnap or rip her bra, latch onto one (or two) of those huge luscious breasts and flip her down-either on the couch, coffeetable or floor....and then----
     "Hey!-

[kevan]

   "Wanna take me on-Really?" the redhead shouted; actually startling her blonde roommate. Feeling the hand on her back, Melissa suddenly stepped away, spun around, grabbed Sheree's hands at the fingers, yanked her hard forward and instantly interlocked her fingers and jerked her hands well above her heads.
    "Official test of strength right blondie?" Melissa said with a most smartass like smirk. She looked into Sheree's gorgeous but astonished beautiful eyes-wide open. She squeezed the captured long sexy fingers hard with all her might.
    "Uhhhhh-Ooooooh-Ouch," Sheree winced as she felt her roommies sudden burst of energy and amazing strength.
    "C'mon I just bet-no, I know, you've been wanting to tangle with me-think Blondes can beat Redheads-huh?" Melissa licked her full sensuous lips as she sensed a twinge of fear or anxiety in her normally soooo cool and collected blonde roommate. Sheree's lovely face had beads of sweat forming; her long strong sexy perfectly muscled legs actually felt a bit rubbery....
    "Don't you dare let her take you down," Sheree shouted the silent order to herself. She summoned her strength. Her sexy leg muscles bulged and strained. Sheree smiled as she relished in her mind becoming victorious, forcing Melissa to her knees....wrapping her long strong legs around the redhead's waist....
    "Uhhhhh. Unggggggh...Umpppfffh..." the two sexy roommies struggled and strained totally enamored with each other; neither was going to lose.....both were becoming mad as hell and somehow, horney as hell; for Sheree that was just a normal thing; for Melissa-how strange and how HOTTTTT.