[sinclairfan]

Feeling Andrea's bush, I started to understand why boys in my school made such a big deal about losing their virginity.  They still "got off" from a blow job or even a hand job--why did they have to have us down there, especially with all the risks of unintended pregnancy entailed by officially "doing it".

But attacking my rival between her legs took our competition to a whole other level of being a personal struggle.  There was no turning back, no kissing-and-making-up, between Andrea and me once we attacked each others' most personal part of our bodies.

My hatred of Andrea took on a whole other dimension.  I wanted to be better than her in every way....to live a better life than her, to have better sex with her, to live in a bigger house than her, to have nicer clothes than her. 

Now.

A year from now.

Five years from now. 

Twenty-five years from now, at our 25th reunion.

> I completely hate you now, Andrea.

> I completely hate you, Monique.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Andrea briefly got me pinned under her, and I just assumed that her big thick bush would be used any minute to attempt to smother me, or at the very least to humiliate me.

But it was Andrea who seemed humiliated.  She kept sliding her hips away from my face, not towards it, but rather towards my hips.  I couldn't tell what she was attempting to accomplish.

But I knew what I wanted to accomplish.  I wanted to ride my rival's face.

I wrapped my legs around around Andrea's, pretending to be aroused and wanting to touch genitals with her.

I started fake deep breathing, the way I did when sex with the man who was the mutual object of our rivalry was taking too long, or was too sloppy, and had ceased being enjoyable to me.

Andrea seemed to get aroused that I was getting aroused.

> Mmmmmm.  Bitch.

> Oooooo.  Bitch.  [Andrea seemed to enjoy being called a bitch.  I wondered if our mutual boyfriend called her a bitch in bed.]

> ohhhhhhhhhh

> sssssssssssssshit

[My moans were fake.  Andrea's seemed real.]

My plan was working.  Working slowly, but working.  Andrea was allowing me to roll on top of her.

And as soon I was on top of her ..... I straddled her face so that my bush was on her mouth.  And I started grinding.

Andrea wasn't aroused anymore.

She was scared.

I could tell because I felt her bush.  And it got dry real fast.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

When David and I started fucking....or, re-started after one of our many re-unions, ..... we got into a cat and mouse game of trying to trick the other into rolling on top of course.

Because, when you think about it, the person on top in fucking has to do a lot of work.  They have to make sure the tempo of the thrusting is consistent with the arousal and energy-level of the session you're having.  I could always tell that the honeymoon phase of my reunions with David were coming to a close by his becoming lazy and wanting to fuck with me on top.

I had just now lulled Andrea into letting her guard down in our vicious catfight and getting her to position herself on the bottom.  I couldn't stop wondering:  is that because David and HER had the same fucking habits as David and ME.  Trying the maneuver the other into being on top?

We're Andrea and I THAT interchangeable to David.

We're Andrea and I doomed to a lifetime .... or at least a young adulthood.... of being dumped by David for the other.

Was THIS what it was like to have a rival?

To be in a love triangle?

To hate another women so completely?

> I hate you, Andrea.

> I hate you, Monique.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

I was angry at a lot of things about Andrea at the moment.  But what made me angrier was that even though
She was under me,
Had no realistic way of getting up or out,
Was already pretty scratched up,
With completely destroyed hair,
And her cousin was too pre-occupied with her own in-progress catfight to watch Andrea's back, never mind interfering in Andrea's fight with me,
Andrea was still trash-talking me.

I wanted so much to make Andrea just
Shut
TF
Up.

Even if just for a minute?

Would Andrea ever just Shut TF Up?

If I went back to fucking David, after I took David back from Andrea, would she ever just accept the he and I were a couple?

That we had been a couple throughout high school?

That we would be a couple after high school?

That we would marry someday?

I wanted her quiet.

Now.

I moved myself over her mouth so she couldn't talk.

That would such a beautiful sight between my legs.

Andrea.  With no mouth visible.

So symbolic.

Such a satisfying feeling.

As satisfying as an orgasm.

That I could feel washing all over my body.

As my pussy began to gush all over Andrea's face.

It felt so fulfilling.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

My mom comes home from work that night with pizza and soda for Mary Ellen and me.  I tell my Mom and Mary Ellen and I had a 2on2 after-school fight with Andrea from across the street and Andrea's cousin.  My Mom doesn't want to hear the details--if she asks too many questions, she'll have to deal with whoever the adults ('guardians', we called them in the 1970s) are at Andrea's house--and agrees to let Mary Ellen stay overnight--and miss school on Thursday-- as long as Mary Ellen calls her Mom.

Mary Ellen and I chug the soda and devour the pizza.  Fighting has made us both thirsty and ravenously hungry.

Then we pick up the landlines in our separate bedrooms so I can eavesdrop on Mary Ellen's call to her Mom.

> Hello?

> Mom, it's Mary Ellen.

> Oh, hey baby.  How'd Monique's fight go?

> Mom!!  She won!!!  And I got in a fight too!!!

> You fought Andrea too?

> No.  Andrea's bitch cousin was there and started shit with me.

> Well, if SHE started it....I hope YOU finished is, like my sister and I taught you.

> I smacked her around.  The main fight was Monique and Andrea.  I didn't want to steal Monique's thunder.

> Probably the right call.  Nothing like the two seconds scrapping, tho.  Now you and Monique are blood sisters.... there WAS blood, right.

> Oh, shit Mom, so much.....Monique and Andrea were scratching each other everywhere....the face, the chest.

> She won, tho, right??  Your friend?  The other girl will give up the boy now?

> The other girl GAVE, Mom.

> That's a good sign.  Two girls having a draw when a boy involved....that just leads to more fighting.

To be continued....

[CuriousCombat]

Of the couple active ongoing series at the moment, this one is my absolute favourite.

I really wish to know how Monique's mom spends her Wednesday afternoons.

[sinclairfan]

I really wish to know how Monique's mom spends her Wednesday afternoons.

Hint:  she never talks about it--because the first rule of Female Fight Club is 'never talk about Female Fight Club'.

[CuriousCombat]

I really wish to know how Monique's mom spends her Wednesday afternoons.

Hint:  she never talks about it--because the first rule of Female Fight Club is 'never talk about Female Fight Club'.

It was already hinted that Monique's mom comes home on Wednesday nights with wrecked hair. I wonder how was her hair on THAT night , surely she was too tired to deal with the guardians at Andrea's house.

Surely , she wasn't looking good. Surely , she wasn't smelling good. She might even have heard a rumour or two about Mary Ellen's mom's milf-fighting exploits from a club member/rival/frenemy/enemy.

Catfighting is for all ages, after all. No wonder Mary Ellen's aunt and mother taught her well. I wonder who taught Monique. A girlfighting prodigy?

Perhaps , Monique should ask/confront her mother. Maybe discuss a thing or two about catfighting. Just like Mary Ellen and her mom.

Speaking of discussions , Monique and Mary Ellen have a lot to discuss at night , in bed!
They are NOW blood sisters after all.

[CuriousCombat]

I really wish to see the continuation of this particular series. It was my favourite when it was ongoing. I hope you find the spark to tell this particular tale, again.

[sinclairfan]

I really wish to see the continuation of this particular series. It was my favourite when it was ongoing. I hope you find the spark to tell this particular tale, again.

Thank you. 

This was the best catfight proposition since, "Now....Do I have to keep listening to Beethoven, or can we get on with it?", in the Hillary Swank fight in The Hunt.

[sinclairfan]

The next morning, not on purpose, Mary Ellen and I sleep in late.  We were both more exhausted than expected from our fights the day before.

And more beat up than we realized.  Both of us have horrible bruises and scratches.  Good thing we skipped school.  Everyone at school would assume from my battle scars that I lost the fight. 

My Mom has already left for work.  Mary Ellen and I take a shower together, tending to each others' wounds on our backsides.  I hope that when I was scratching Andrea up yesterday, I remember to mark her up on the back too, not just the front.

We get out of the shower, and look for something to eat, toasting bagels but realizing how much our soreness takes away from our appetites.  We just drink coffee instead, and listen to music.

We get curious if Andrea went to school today.  We sneak peeks at her house, but realize that doesn't tell us if she's there or not.

I wonder if David's at school with her.

I wonder why none of the neighborhood girls asked about the outcome of Wednesday afternoon.  They knew Andrea and I were probably going to fight, didn't they? 

Did they think we were bluffing and didn't follow thru?

Were they disappointed the fight was indoors and they couldn't watch?

Why DID Andrea arrange for our fight to be indoors?  That was kinda weird.  Did she bring her cousin because the plan was for her cousin to beat me up?

Was yesterday a set up?

Was David in on it?

Have I conditioned him to think he can fuck me without committing to be my boyfriend?

Why do girls always get stuck paying for boys' bad behavior?

Because I'll tell you why.

Girl jealousy, that's why.

David is no gem.

But there's no way in hell I'm letting Andrea have him.

Did you hear me?

No.

Way. 

In.

Hell.

To be continued....

[CuriousCombat]

I can't believe it! You actually started writing this tale again. Thank you so very much.

I'm pretty curious about the momfights as well, especially Monique's mom.