Panting, my black Converse kicking larger chunks of sink out of the way. Water shoots from the wall where the sink broke and Katie and I both take turns getting even more soaked. My hair hangs wetly about my face, and Katie’s blonde hair is plastered to her. I hate that she remains confident, continues to look like she’s somehow superior to me. If anything, that’s the source of all the built up resentment I feel toward her. No matter how nice she is, I always felt that she looks down at me. Tears, not from sadness or regret, form in my eyes and drip down to my cheeks. Frustration, anger, jealousy are all mixing together in my mind, bringing all the secret urges I’ve tried to hide to a bubble and sending them boiling over.
A gob of spit hits my cheek, forcing me to blink and then look at that pretty face, now cruelly twisting into something wicked. A flash point happens and the animal she’s been trying to tease out finally rises up. As she gets closer, I spit back at her, rejoices as the thick wad hits her cheek and slowly flows down toward her chin. With a scream we both grab at each other’s matted, water and sweat soaked hair. She tugs me around, making me stumble to keep from falling. I jerk down hard, bending her over and twisting us around in a circle. Our feet struggle to keep up with our wild pace. Battered bodies ache and beg for relief, but our minds, our wills, our very souls, howl for more. Hissing, growling and moaning like feral animals, we both release one hand from the other’s hair and wildly slap at arms, shoulders, backs. I send awkward kicks toward her legs, hoping to tangle her up and send her crashing down to the floor again. Heads jerk and rock from side to side as we still continue to add to the small clumps of hair already on the floor. Breaths come in long, ragged gasps as we push further and further into this war.
My eyes lock with hers again as we stagger to a stop, still slapping and yanking hair. Our legs tremble, battling to keep us up and our slaps get slower and slower as our arms finally begin to give out. Katie gathers herself and her chest rams into mine again as she uses her body to drive me backwards. I grunt as my shoulders and the back of my head hit the wall. Our stretched out tops slip and slide over bruised, scratched and sweaty chests as brief glimpses of stiff nipples slip into view and then are swallowed up again by cloth.
And through it all, I can only pick out one thought in the swirling chaos of my mind. FIGHT HER! CRUSH HER! WIPE THAT CONDESCENDING SMIRK OFF HER LIPS FOREVER!
”YOU WHORE! THIS IS NEVER GOING TO BE OVER!”
A wad of spit hits my cheek, slips pass my lips, I savour the taste her venom. Hands lashing out, grabbing at wet matted hair, pulling each other through puddles of water that soaked my black and white "Chucks" to my bare feet, slipping on the wet floor, doubled over, determined to rip whatever hair we could from each other. Hands sliding through wet hair, reaching for more, slapping whatever we could hit, feet kicking, shins knocking together, at one point our legs tangled, holding each other up on one foot. Hurt and fatigued, the thrashing slowed from a frenzied onslaught to more calculated and targeted slaps, each one, stings as much as the last.
Getting some air into me stimulates me, arousing my desire to continue. Our soaking wet tops, almost transparent, revealing nipples poking through the thin wet material. Pulling you in tight, walking you back to the wall, pressing myself against you, our perky
32B's lining up perfectly on our 5 foot nothing bodies. Strawberry shortcake riding my thigh, Hello Kitty riding yours. With a new energy, I was craving for more, to quench my thirst for this hidden desire that was burning out of control. My hands slide through her hair, clenching her tits over her now distressed, filthy blouse, squeezing them, the sharp rough edges of my once perfect mani'ed nails digging in pulling and slamming her to the wall repeatedly, awaking the nature of the beast within her. Dar's eyes light up as her hands latches on, her nails, some broken with ragged edges piercing through my own soiled, tattered top. Twisting and pulling me away, sending my back to the hard surface. Again and again, driving each other to wall, yanking, tugging at each others tits, torturing each other to bring out whatever lies beneath us.
A waitress opens the door, only to find the damaged ladies room flooding. Jamming the door open for the maintenance crew, not knowing what was going on inside. As if we were rolling on the wall, twisting, I back Dar through the open door and into the lounging area, pushing and pulling each other by our precious assets until we both slam into the wall stunning us both. Knocking Dar's hands off my tits, our eyes meet, staring at each other, recognizing that possessed looked in each other, the need to feel, the need to devour each other. Draping our arms around each other, feeling our bodies melt into each other, our nipples brushing over each other then colliding head on, embracing each other with wild abandonment. My cheek burns from the heat from our faces touching. Her soft lips brush with mine, then slightly part. Our tongues peek out, daring the other until they touch. Slowly we let the tips taste each other teasingly, until we both let them slide past each other, knocking our teeth together while we swirl our tongues searching for the familar taste of poison we both were seeking. It was the perfect kiss, nothing felt more right, nothing ever felt better.....until a moment later, my eyes pop open only to meet Dar's opened eyes. My arms drop, tears streak down my cheeks. Sobbing, screaming at her in rage,
"JESUS CHRIST DAR!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!! WHAT WAS THAT??"
