We have finally reached the end of season 2. Writing this should have been simpler but I (mistakenly) avoided creating the rivalry between the characters during the other stories and ended up having to make the story as truthful as possible. Hope you like it!
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"You can't be so reckless!"
Sarah's voice was loud and concerned, Ana knew but the blonde could only mutter the discomfort in her head from the loud noises. She was recovering but was still not in good shape. Also in her head was still the idea of Claire running away from her hospital room to rush to Kyle's aid. Their relationship was something the blonde still could not conceive of.
"The girl who was there before--she goes to our school, right?" asked Sarah.
Ana nodded, recovering her attention on who was in front of her. It was not right to think about other people while a friend had come to visit her because she was worried about her health. The question seemed strange though, Sarah had never been a girl who thought too much about other people, especially if she did not know them.
"Yes...she's a year older even though you wouldn't know it."
Sarah nodded, looking at the door for a few seconds before turning back to look at Ana, the brunette was thoughtful but Ana could not fully understand the reason for her friend's different behavior but maybe it was the effect of the medication she had taken that made her feel paranoid.
"You seem to have known each other for a long time," said the brunette, her eyes lingering on Ana's.
"A few months, I wouldn't say too long" the blonde replied after a few seconds, actually thinking about their first meeting "Her boyfriend has been...bitchy to me and to her, and that brought us closer together"
"Well, strange friend you have," Sarah smirked, "I understand she went to the same guy you had a crush on, right?"
Ana smiled, lowering her gaze as if to remember that boy she had first fought for. It was because of him that she had met Demi, later leading her to clash and become friends with the other girls. Inside, though, she no longer knew if her feelings for Kyle were still as strong as they once were.
"Well, I'd say you're right and wrong at the same time" Ana sat better on the bed "I don't really know how I feel about Kyle, but I'm glad Claire is there with him. At least, that boy has found a good kisser.”
Ana giggled to herself; that kiss with Claire had been hot and, absurdly, funny. The blonde was the only one who seemed to be amused by that contrivance, though. Sarah had an indecipherable face, but Ana could see her wariness.
"I think I don't understand what you mean," Sarah said in a neutral tone.
Ana then told her what happened some time before, recounting the challenge between her and Claire to help Martina and what happened afterwards. Their kiss meant nothing, deep friendship and that was all. Sure, they both thought the other girl was very sexy but they had never thought of the other in any other way.
Sarah suddenly felt shaken by a mix of conflicting emotions, walking slowly and sitting beside the blonde's hospital bed. She was... conflicted.
On the one hand she continued to be genuinely concerned for her friend, despite their meeting she had developed a respect for Ana equal to that she had for herself, an incredible achievement for someone like Sarah.
On the other hand, the brunette felt gripped with mixed feelings, a jealousy toward the girl with whom she had barely exchanged a word or two, heavy envy at thinking Ana and Claire kissing and a wish that she was the actual girl Ana would have to do it with.
Sarah asked more about Claire and Ana, getting them to tell each other about how they met. The sauna, how they confronted each other, and the draw after finding out they had been duped by this Tom.
Ana began to notice Sarah's inner conflict growing stronger, finding herself wishing that the relationship with the blonde was more than just a friendship, she wanted a deeper connection, she could have and give Ana a better bond than her friend had with Claire.
"Kiss me."
The request fell silent, Sarah would not have expected to say those words but the rush of envy inside her confused her so drastically that she could no longer think straight. She was jealous.
Ana was surprised by the sudden request, although after a few seconds the blonde felt a happy note inside her. She was touched by Sarah's vulnerability and honesty; now she could understand how the brunette felt.
Despite an initial hesitation, Ana moved closer and placed her lips on Sarah's, feeling how the brunette's mouth opened slightly to the light touch of the blonde's mouth, the tension and desire that had been born between them the first time they met was released in a moment of shared freedom.
Sarah pushed her tongue gently toward Ana's lips, touching them and feeling the taste before the blonde's tongue met the brunette's. The two girls wrapped the other's tongue with their own, embracing them together as Ana sighed softly into the kiss.
Their lips locked for a few more seconds before Ana grunted, backing away. She had not yet fully recovered, still had some pain in her body when she moved.
Sarah watched the blonde lie back down in bed, a small smile on her lips as the taste of their kiss was still on their mouths.
The door opened as Ana lay back down, Sarah turned to Claire who had entered with her tongue still licking her lips so as not to lose the taste of Ana.
"Ana, how are you feeling?" asked Claire, looking first at Sarah and then at her friend.
"I'd say better," said the blonde, casting a glance at Sarah with a small smile.
Claire noticed the small exchange, but could not fully understand the meaning behind that signal. She did not know Sarah to be able to tell what kind of girl she was, but she had to be a friend of Ana's if she was in the hospital.
The three girls continued to talk, although Ana could sense some sort of friction between the two brunettes in the room. Claire took a seat next to Ana, on the opposite side from where Sarah had sat.
Claire kept casting glances toward the other brunette, wondering how deep the relationship between Ana and that girl could be. Sarah returned a few glances, and Claire quickly shifted her attention to Ana.
The American girl began to feel a sense of sadness and jealousy inside her thinking about how much time Ana and Sarah had spent together, wondering if the two of them had spent more moments together than she and Ana had shared.
It seemed that Sarah was one step ahead of her in her relationship with Ana, a more important friend and closer to the blonde, making her feel excluded from Ana's most private moments.
Both could not imagine how their thoughts were similar at that moment, each seemed concerned about the other's relationship with Ana, a jealousy as genuine as it was strange.
The nurse entered the room with a trolley, drawing everyone's attention. Ana was to be checked out again before she could actually be discharged to rest in a more appropriate place like her home. Claire and Sarah walked out of the room.
"What are you trying to do?" asked Claire point blank once the door was closed.
"Excuse me?" replied Sarah in a questioning tone.
"You know what I mean. All the time with Ana and you almost tried to monopolize the conversation with her. She's not yours."
Sarah was stunned by the girl's accusations; she did not think Claire could have this temper. The jealousy the American girl felt at that moment, however, was too strong and she needed to understand how important Sarah was to the blonde.
"I can't believe you are saying this. Ana is important to me and at best you seem to be the one trying to push her away from me."
"Bullshit," Claire hissed.
"What?" replied Sarah defiantly, bringing her face closer to that of Claire's.
The two girls began to give vent to their frustrations and insecurities that they had felt arising and maturing in a short time. Neither of them was used to the rush of sensations they had felt, very quickly driving them out of control.
"You've always kept stealing Ana's attention from me," Claire growled.
"The problem is that you are the one who is a clingy egomaniac," hissed the Italian girl.
The discussion began to fizzle and change about who Ana's real friend was, the tones however remained low enough not to draw too much attention to them. The tension grew as the two girls exchanged venomous words, both protective and possessive of their friendship with Ana.
"I've known Ana longer than you have, Claire. I am her true friend. Give up and stop trying to take her away from me."
"Oh, please. Just because you've known her longer doesn't mean you're her true friend. She and I have a special bond, Ana appreciates my friendship as much as yours" retorted the American girl "In fact, she appreciates my friend more since she kissed me" Claire finished with a victorious smile.
The American girl had kissed Ana unlike her other friends, Ana had told her she had never done it before so Claire was in an advantageous position in that discussion.
"Oh, just because of that you think you are more appreciated?" smiled Sarah arrogantly "Too bad Ana and I kissed too."
Sarah put her hands on her hips, an arrogant smile on her lips as Claire's face showed her bewilderment. Her trump card had been eliminated very quickly, taking her by surprise.
"Besides, I didn't fuck the guy Ana had a crush on."
Sarah licked her lips, looking into Claire's eyes who began to simply feel her frustration and jealousy rising. The discussion resumed and became more intense, her girls began to exchange hurtful words, both of them too emotionally involved with Ana and neither of them willing to back down.
Suddenly, the door to Ana's room opened. The two brunettes quickly turned toward the door, finding Ana with an angry look on her face. Ana had been listening to their discussion from behind the door.
"Stop it. I don't want to see either of you fight over me like this," she said in a very quiet but angry tone that Claire and Sarah could fully hear "You are both my friends and I love you both equally. I don't want to lose either of you because both of you have given me special moments, so enough is enough."
Ana's eyes became glazed over, and both brunettes hugged the blonde. Apparently Ana could go home, she just had to stay still and effortless for a few more days.
Ana, Claire and Sarah left the hospital later, accompanying the blonde home so they could be sure there were no more problems. Ana greeted her two friends with a smile before going inside, leaving them alone again.
"I dare you," Sarah said as soon as the door to Ana's house closed, "Only me and you.”
Ana's words had not been enough to quell the rivalry that had arisen between the two brunettes; the blonde had simply dulled those feelings but had not erased them.
"I'm not afraid of you," Claire replied, approaching Sarah menacingly "I'm better than you."
"We'll see about that" growled Sarah, pressing her breasts against Claire's "Saturday, at school. Our class."
"I'll be there" hissed the American girl, in turn pressing her breasts into Sarah's.
They remained in position for a few seconds, before separating and each going their separate ways. They had two days to prepare, and they would be ready.
Ana's eyes watched hidden behind a curtain.
***
When Claire entered the classroom, she already found Sarah waiting for her. The Italian girl had arrived earlier to set up the site of their fight, moving the desks to mark out a temporary ring.
"Interesting," said Claire, stepping over the desks to enter the ring.
"It will be" smiled Sarah "Much more so after you cry defeat."
"I won't be the one who gets beaten" smiled the American girl arrogantly.
Sarah grunted, lifting her shirt to reveal her bare breasts. The bra was unnecessary, especially knowing that she would be facing a girl against whom Ana had squared off.
Sarah remembered vividly how her tits were swollen after the fight with Ana; there would be no point in wearing a bra that she could not wear after the fight.
Claire calmly opened her shirt, also without a bra. She had thought in the same way as her opponent. If they had both faced Ana and tied, their own breasts would have to take an incredible beating.
"Remarkable," smiled Claire, moving closer to her rival, "But not enough to scare me."
"You're well-armed too" noted Sarah, looking at her rival breasts "I doubt that Ana really squared off against your chest now that I can see it well"
"Ana was lucky. You won't be" smiled Claire arrogantly, her hands on her hips.
"I'm going to rip that smile off your face," growled Sarah, pushing her breasts against Claire's pair.
The girl pushed back and both pairs of breasts thrust inward, flesh trembling as the two girls looked into each other's eyes.
"I'm not Ana," Claire hissed, pressing her breasts firmly against her rival, "You won't be able to go all the way."
Sarah pushed her breasts into those of her opponent, both pairs crushing at the point of impact before the two girls pulled away. Claire pushed forward again, feeling the firmness of her rival's breasts against her own.
The Italian girl pushed back harder, creating space between the two pairs. Claire watched as her rival aligned her nipples with her own before pushing forward again, sighing as their tips slid over each other.
The American student lowered her gaze as she felt her darker tips thrust together with Sarah's seemingly longer ones. The Italian student gasped as she pushed her breasts together with her rival, their flesh flattening slightly together.
Claire bit her lip as she felt the Italian girl's long nipples penetrate her flesh, then sliding her firm tits through the opposing student's pair, Sarah's tits molded together with her rival's.
The American student began to thrust back against the enemy pair, lowering her gaze and watching as the enemy flesh folded gently against her own, Sarah pushed her huge breasts into Claire, sliding them between them so that each had one breast atop the other.
Sarah slid her twins from right to left, moving back very slowly but increasing the pressure with each pass, Claire's flesh pulled back, but the American girl pushed forward. The Italian student turned toward her rival, pushing frontally in turn and partially crushing one of her rival's breasts.
Claire grunted, slapping her breasts into those of her rival but Sarah slid again and this time seemed to crush the American girl's other breast. Both pairs remained fixed between them as the two students struggled, a small smile on the Italian brunette's lips.
"I told you I would," smiled Sarah, sliding again "Tear your smile."
Their quivering tits locked again, and Claire's breasts slid against Sarah's, who tried again to torment her rival with her pair, thrusting forward as the American twins shattered against the Italian pair. Their flesh molded together, and the Italian pair seemed to take the rival aggression slightly.
A light sheen of sweat showed on their skin as the two girls thrust more fiercely. Claire thrust forward at the same time Sarah did, meeting nipple to nipple as their flesh crushed again at the contact.
When the Italian student tried to grind her huge breasts into the rival pair, the American girl slid her tits around before thrusting, making her rival moan as she felt the rival breasts press into hers.
"You don't have enough tits to win this, honey," growled Claire, thrusting again with a smile on her lips.
"No. I have more than you can have," hissed the Italian student.
Sarah pressed her tits forward, compressing her rival flesh, grabbing her by the waist and holding her against her. Claire moaned when she felt her breasts being pushed out of her chest by the enemy pair.
The American student tried to match Sarah's moves, sliding her big twins against her rival's equally huge pair, pushing them back as the Italian girl bit her lip.
Sarah slid her breasts left and right again, the two girls took to moaning occasionally as their chests thought on each other's pair, Sarah seemed to be getting the better of the confrontation.
Claire growled in frustration, throwing her left breast into Sarah's left tit, the sweaty flesh slapped together, clapping in the classroom as the two girls grunted.
Wasting no time, the American student swung back, launching the other breast into its counterpart with another loud pop, crushing Sarah's flesh inward.
"Fuck!" Imprecated the Italian student.
Claire smiled, quickly slamming her tits into the opposing pair, relishing how her rival's flesh trembled on impact. Sarah groaned when she felt the rival pair slapping continuously against her chest.
"Ana is not the only dangerous one here," Claire hissed arrogantly.
Sarah's pale flesh was now red from the continuous assault, trying to push her rival away but to no avail. Claire kept pressing her rival relentlessly, pushing her back.
Step by step, slap by slap, Sarah's body retreated one step after another. The surprised cry of the Italian student when her ass hit one of the desks behind her made Claire smile.
"Get down, bitch," growled the American student.
Claire attacked from below, sending Sarah's pair upward and letting the heaviness of that huge breast do the dirty work. Sarah groaned, feeling her chest carry her off balance.
Her back leaned against the bench behind her, and before Sarah could get up, Claire pressed her breasts into the rival pair.
The American student had to get on her toes to be able to properly press her breasts over her enemy's, beginning to grind them relentlessly.
"Slut! Let me go!" moaned the Italian student.
Sarah groaned and grunted, feeling forced against the bench and trying to push her rival back. Claire shook her head slowly and arrogantly, she aimed to wear down her rival from that position.
Claire's hands sought Sarah's so that they locked against the flat surface of the bench, letting her breasts and gravity slowly break the resistance of her enemy's breasts.
Sarah opened her eyes wide in despair, unable to push her rival back and still struggling to keep herself from getting completely pinned in that position.
The Italian girl felt her breasts continue to struggle but was uncertain how long she could hold out in such a disadvantageous position.
Both had faced Ana, both had tied with her. This meant that both were strong enough to destroy the rival pair in a favorable position. At that moment, she was the one at risk of defeat.
Claire's breasts slapped against Sarah's, making the Italian girl moan, but she refused to give in. The burning in her chest continued to increase, her tits shifting with each pass as Claire's breasts slowly took over. Sarah felt she had to escape or she would surely lose.
The Italian student threw her arms around Claire's body, hugging her and pressing her against her. Sarah's lips opened in a stifled moan but she was rewarded by a sharp groan from her rival.
Claire's flesh molded against her enemy's, crushing together as Sarah seemed to lift her rival's weight. Claire's feet could no longer touch the ground, and as Sarah cursed inwardly at the enormous pressure on her breasts, she managed to throw her rival to the side.
Claire cried out, landing on the benches but still managing to remain standing; the throw was too disjointed for her to fall and she only needed to lean on the benches to remain standing.
Sarah managed to rise, putting a few steps away from her rival to avoid a swift attack from the American student. The two girls remained motionless, breathing hard as they felt their breasts throbbing.
Sarah could see Claire's flushed breasts, drooping downward from the continued clash. Both girls had taken hard blows, their stamina failing despite one's advantage over the other. The only unknown was who would be the more resilient.
Sarah launched herself at her rival, meeting her head-on. Claire braced herself for the blow, pressing her elbows to the sides of her breasts to increase their density.
The Italian student, however, changed direction just before their breasts could touch, bringing her pair under Claire's pair. The American girl's eyes widened briefly before Sarah suddenly stood up.
"Fuck!" moaned the American student.
Claire's tits jerked noticeably on her chest as she stepped back, helpless against the second rival strike, Sarah's nipples stabbing maliciously at Claire's soft flesh, making her moan.
Claire tried to push back, but the two couples slapped noisily and both were pushed back. Sarah swung quickly from the right, connecting her tits against Claire's left breast.
A grimace of pain on Claire's face made the Italian student smile as she rammed her breasts against the rival pair, feeling the girl's flesh mold around hers before resuming its shape.
"What's the matter, baby?" growled Sarah "Am I too much for you?"
"Fuck you, bitch," Claire hissed.
The American student grabbed her rival's arms and pulled her to herself, bringing her massive pair on top of Sarah's. The Italian girl groaned in surprise at the weight and density of the enemy pair.
Claire began to brutally grind her breasts into her rival's chest, growling as the American girl watched Sarah's flesh forced back during their duel. Sarah pushed back, but Claire held her position and continued to torment her rival.
The American student sent her tits forward, Sarah's flesh opening at the sides as if she were being dug in, trembling as she responded. The duel, however, always seemed to be in Claire's favor, her flesh resisting more than her rival's with each pass.
"Who's too much, bitch?" smiled Claire.
The rival replied with a hateful look. This time it was Sarah's turn to bring her breasts to the top, rising on her toes and trapping the rival pair in a cage of fleshy firmness, the Italian student pushed down and earned a pained groan from her American rival.
Claire rolled her shoulders, sending their breasts into confrontation before imitating her rival and rising on tiptoe to rest her pair on top. Letting her breasts weigh down on Sarah's pair with a forced smile, Sarah gritted her teeth and tightened her grip, increasing the pressure on their breasts.
Claire grunted annoyed at her rival's stubbornness, rising again to crush the enemy pair from above with the weight and firmness of her twins.
Sarah seized the opportunity of that movement to take advantage immediately. The Italian student knew that if her rival continued to press her pair from above she would have the upper hand, so as soon as Claire stood up again she pulled her to the side.
The American student groaned in surprise, finding herself off balance and being thrown to the side. Sarah saw the fear in Claire's eyes as she let go, but the Italian girl held her close, their breasts swelling together.
Sarah began to press her heavy tits into Claire's pair, and every time the American student tried to fight back, Sarah threw her back to the side causing her to lose her balance.
Having broken her grip, Claire felt her breasts explode with pain in an almost one-sided clash. She tried to close her hands around the enemy body again, but the Italian student kept moving her in a way that would not allow her to do so.
With each passing second, Sarah's tits continued to press brutally against Claire's pair, slapping each time Sarah threw her rival to the side.
Sarah turned her hips sending a hard blow to her rival's breasts, bending them to the side as the American student groaned. Her flesh was being squeezed, slapped, and pushed around with each movement without her being able to stop it.
Another meaty slap followed by a pained moan from Claire brought a smile to the Italian girl's face as she continued to carry her rival around the makeshift ring. Sarah landed a direct blow with both tits, causing Claire's flesh to visibly swell outward.
"Oh god!" moaned Claire after another blow.
The American student tried to wriggle out of her grip, pressing her hands on Sarah's shoulders to push her away. The Italian girl smiled wickedly, continuing to counter the enemy force and tightening her grip.
Sweat made Claire's hands slip on Sarah's shoulders, but she did not give up and kept trying. Slowly Claire felt Sarah's grip loosen as she pushed her away. Sarah grunted in the effort, her fingers were beginning to slip and she would not be able to hold her rival much longer. Roaring, Sarah threw Claire to the side one last time, breaking her grip.
The American student stumbled until she fell flat on her ass. When the sound of the thud ceased to be there, only silence remained, interrupted by their labored breaths. Sarah and Claire covered their aching tits, feeling how the mere touch of their fingers sent her signals of slight pain.
The American girl stood up slowly, staring hatefully at her rival, who returned the gaze. Lowering their hands, the two girls moved closer together, but before their tits connected again, the two students pushed forward forcefully.
Their tits met with a meaty slap; the impact had pushed them back a step. Sarah looked back at Claire and pushed forward, meeting her rival who did the same.
"Fuck!"
Sarah's moan escaped her lips when she felt her tits being squeezed, backing away before returning to slap her pair forward.
"Damn it!"
Claire's voice was pierced with pain each time her tits were smashed by the Italian student's pair with each contact, eliciting pain and hatred with each passing second.
Their bodies collided rhythmically, the two girls moving inside the makeshift ring, constantly bringing themselves close to the counters and moving away seconds later.
Their flushed breasts were taking on a stronger complexion, and a few dents were beginning to show on their skin as Claire and Sarah continued to throw their breasts together incessantly.
The Italian student was the first to change strategy, lashing her breasts to the side and connecting them forcefully with the rival pair. Claire gasped as her body was pushed back.
The brutal impact, however, had rendered Sarah herself powerless to launch a second assault, leaving room for the American student to recover and attack in turn. Claire swung her heavy breasts back, striking the enemy pair directly.
Sarah moaned noisily, followed by Claire following the forward movement of her breasts. Sarah growled furiously, backing away before slamming her breast into her rival's again with a slap.
Claire took the blow completely, throwing her head back as pain exploded in her chest. Gritting her teeth, the American student swung back hard, delivering a mighty blow against the underside of her rival's breast.
Tears began to line the faces of the two girls as they continued to exchange brutal impacts and hard slaps without stopping, their boobs seeming to be on the verge of exploding at any moment, feeling the urge to stop with each impact. Neither seemed to want to be the first to give in, stubborn and proud of themselves.
Leaping, Sarah swung her breasts from the left with speed and force, ready to smash the American breast with her firm, heavy torque. She was sure that her twins were the best.
Claire barely bent down and swung her breasts from the same direction with wild fury and unheard-of desire to win, she longed for the sensation of feeling the enemy pair yield against hers. She was sure that she would win with the better boobs.
The impact echoed through the room, a meaty slap that spread through the air for a memorable time. Two guttural moans followed in the ensuing silence, two lifeless thuds of the two girls' bodies falling to the floor.
Claire and Sarah had found themselves lying on the ground, on their backs, and not far away as their breasts melted onto their chests, falling lifelessly to their sides. The last confrontation was the hardest and most painful, neither of them could have experienced more excruciating pain at that moment.
It had happened in a second, enough for both of them to feel their breasts falter and finally give way completely along with the rival pair, sealing the end of their duel. An explosive pain as dense as their lost firmness made them fall to the ground, a painful electric shock that went through their entire bodies and left them breathless.
Panting on the ground, their shiny eyes met again, looking at each other with hatred and jealousy, but with admiration and a new feeling they could not decipher at the moment.
"Draw?" whispered Claire between breaths.
"Draw," Sarah replied.
The two girls slowly stared back at the ceiling, feeling the pain in their throbbing chests continue to torment them. They smiled like two little girls, they had stopped suffering, and it was over. Neither had won, but at least neither had lost.
Parity.
***
“AAAAAAARGH!”
Jessica sighed, leaning against the wall in the half-light as she watched the spectacle before her with disinterested eyes. She was no stranger to that kind of beating; by now she was in the habit of seeing one or two a day.
“NO NO, PLEEEEEEEEEEEASEEAAAAAAAH!”
The raven-haired, blue-eyed girl closed her eyes at the loud sound of flesh being slapped. Every sound was amplified in that damned room, and Jessica wondered who had thought of such a stupid thing.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The girl's screams as she was continuously hit were broken by sobs but each blow delivered to her breast made her scream beyond her limits.
One last blow and the girl's body fell to the ground, curling into a fetal position as she wrapped her bruised breast with her own body, as if to somehow protect it.
“No more… no more…”
Her voice was choked, breathless as she cried without any more reservation. Jessica had seen how that girl was beaten from start to finish with no way to respond. A one-sided confrontation.
"You should rest," Jessica said, rolling her eyes, "The doctor said you should not exert yourself for a few days."
Jessica's eyes registered the pained look of the girl in the center of the room, immediately in front of her was the girl still in tears and two others were sitting against the wall, sitting on the floor with tears still in their eyes from the pain of their demolished breasts.
"You don't understand, Je" Louisa's voice sounded furious "This is the first time this has happened!"
Louisa growled toward the ceiling, spreading her arms wide and pushing her sweaty breasts out. Jessica had seen that breast many times, and now she noticed the difference in the confrontation with Ana. Louisa's pair fell on her chest more than before, the blonde must have changed everything in her friend's mind.
"Ana is..." Louisa turned to Jessica, an enthusiastic smile on her lips "... perfect! She gave me everything I was looking for, you know?"
In Jessica's eyes, she looked like a little girl after receiving the perfect Christmas present. The brunette did not understand how Louisa managed to be happy after what happened.
"Calm down, Lou," Jessica replied coldly, "You took a big risk this time."
Louisa's smile disappeared, her arms lowered along her sides. It seemed as if all of a sudden she had lost every drop of euphoria. Her eyes took on a gloomier veil.
Louisa walked slowly under the gaze of the three frightened girls behind her who remained petrified even though she was moving away from them.
"Are you giving me an order?" hissed Louisa into Jessica's face "Shall I remind you what happened last time?"
Jessica felt Louisa's heavy breasts pressing against her own, distinctly feeling how Louisa's flesh wrapped around her smaller pair smoothly. Although she was not at her best, the Russian girl was still dangerous.
"I hate this side of you, Louisa," Jessica replied impassively.
Louisa sustained the head cheerleader's icy stare, the two girls remained silent as Louisa's tits pressed against Jessica's pair. The other three girls watched rapt as the brunette's tits pressed against the wall refused to yield under that enormous weight.
After a few seconds, Louisa took a step away. A small smile on her lips and a new luster in her eyes made Jessica smile. It always happened that way with Louisa, first she was a wild rage and then a tender smiling lamb.
"There will be other possibilities, Lou," Jessica said, leaving the wall, "but right now I need you to stay focused on the future.”
The head cheerleader pulled out a rolled-up pamphlet, handing it to Louisa, who opened it with curiosity. The Russian girl smiled with renewed enthusiasm, looking up at Jessica.
"Is it time already?" asked Louisa with heart eyes.
Jessica nodded. Every year a competition is held where various schools, including their own, participate. Although the competition is divided according to the ages of the participants, Jessica had found a way not to lose her trusted people during the competition.
"I'm going to need you, Louisa," ordered Jessica, turning around, "I'm going to win this time."
Louisa smiled, crumpling the pamphlet and throwing it on the ground and picking up her jersey. Last competition, the Russian girl not yet present in Jessica's school, she had transferred later. This year, however, the brunette could count on a savage force.
When the door to the room closed, one of the girls approached the pamphlet, curious about what was written in it. Once she opened it, she read aloud for the other two poor girls left with her as well.
"International Cheerleading Federation presents:
The annual cheerleading competition
Sustinet Vitam, Faciem Vitae, Vincere Vitam.”
