THE MAIN EVENT
There are now 5 women in the room, only one of whom, Julia's mom, is able to hide her hesitation at how to act next.
Natalie is still stung by the obvious electricity which exists between Brittany and me, rather than between her and Brittany or her and me.
Brittany is disappointed to have her exploring with me interrupted just as it was heating up.
Julia is taken aback at the boldness of the embrace she saw me in with Brittany. Her sexual bullying of me has always been based on an assumption of and underlying passiveness, docility, and inexperience in me along the lines of Shao.
As always, since I've known her, I'm aggravated by Julia's presence, or especially her timing. She's always around at the worst times.
Only Julia's mom can think of the right thing to say, addressing herself to me. "Well, you must be Susan. My daughter Julia has been telling me all about you since last spring, and I can certainly see why." Julia's mom slowly begins putting down her wallet and removing her top. Her body is as perfect as her hair and face. Julia is removing her top as well. "When I was in the car, on the way here, I was anticipating watching you and Julia, ummm, get reacquainted. But watching your tussle with the feisty brunette here"--she approches Brittany, speaking a bit more angrily and losing her icy cold demeanor--"makes me wonder if perhaps my daughter has competition for your attention."--Julia's mom is now in Brittany's face.--"What do you say, girlie. Should we step over here and give Julia and Susan the privacy they deserve?"
Earlier this summer, I had gotten into my first actual catfight, and was now hooked. At about that same time, Julia and Julia's mom had gotten into a 2on2 catfight. I wanted to judge them right now, but knee I had no business doing so. The opportunity for a repeat performance was in front of them, and was too enticing to resist.
Brittany and Julia's mom are now squared up, nose to nose. Julia and I are 15 feet away, also paired off. Without releasing my hate stare on Julia, I call over the Natalie, the only woman in the room without a dance partner. "You leavin' now, Nat? Or staying to enjoy the show?". Natalie takes a seat on a couch. "Not missin' this. Go, bitches."
Julia's mom slaps Brittany flush in the face, the sound cracking thru the whole room. Brittany sinks her hands into Julia's mom's blonde hair, and the two of them are soon catballing on the floor. I long to continue watching, but Julia demands my full attention. She grabs the back of my hair, and hisses at me, "I've been wanting to kiss you sincd this morning." She plunges her tongue deep into my mouth.
The sensation of kissing Julia disgusts me both in absolute terms, but also relative to Brittany's and even Natalie's exciting kisses from earlier tonight. I yearn to resist and pull away, but if I do, Julia and I will commence catfighting, and I'll miss the intense action underway between Julia's mom and Brittany, who are tearing into each other like hellcats. I turn Julia, kissing her, so that I'm facing in their direction. I'm thrilled to hear them both invoking my name.
"Susan loves my dsughter. Back off."
"Susan hates your daughter, stupid bitch."
"Susan and Julia had phone sex this morning."
"Susan was getting off on the thought of kissing Julia's ass."
I don't know if it was the competitive repitition of my name in a mutually competitive context, or the visuals and acoustics of the most intense catfight I had ever witnessed, or the foreplay and excitement of my newfound connection to Brittany, but I longed for erotic release like never before in my life. I blocked out my disgust at Julia, and maneuvered her fingers into me. "Finger fuck me, slut," I demanded. "Beg me for it," Julia teased, sensing my desperation. "Don't cock-block me, you cruel deceiptful slut. You want it even worse than me. See?". I reach my fingers down into her pre-cum, and wipe it on her face. "Then 69 me, " says Julia, breaking our deep kiss and north-south mounting me on the floor. She buries her face and fingers into my crotch, continuing to arouse me. I fo the same to her, demonstrating how deep and rough I want it. She understands my signsls and follows my lead.
My arousal builds even more as I turn my eyes to the continuing, now completely naked, catfight occuring 10 feet away. Brittany and Julia's mom have now bared their claws. Julia's moms barely-healed scars ftom June are bring systematically reopened by Brittany, who is also getting as good as she is receiving. Both women have trickles of blood running down their backs.
My view is temporarily interrupted as Julia emits a faceful of love-ick into my eyes, and her butt cheeks quake on my face in orgasm. I become angry that she came before me. I shout at her, "I told you you want me more, slut. You always have. Don't you see now?". Julia turns and faces me, glaring. She knows I'm right, and is genuinely hurt. If she couldn't make me cum just now, in the most erotic atmosphere ever constructed, there must be something missing between her and me. She finally accepts this.
"Then let's find out who thd better fighter is. Bitch." We stand and square up. The hatred in our glares, if it could be harnessed, would power an entire city for a year. Or more.
Julia and I tear into each other with fists, knees, elbows, and feet. I wish I could tell you a 2on2 catfight occured that night. But that's not what happened. Julia and I had a 3 minute fistfight, neither of us even attempting a scintilla of defense. We connected with uncountable direct blows. One of mine was square to her jaw, and she dropped like a rock. That was it--a legit KO. And as soon as it had started, the night was over. Even in the midst of the intensity of their still-undecided war, Brittany and Julia's mom could tell that the Main Event had just ended abruptly.
There wasn't much to say, so none of us said anything. Julia's mom revived Julia. It took her a long 5 minutes to wake up. Julia's mom was wanting to comfort Julia. And I was wanting to comfort Brittany. The welts and scratches on her torso looked frightful, and I felt responsible. Natalie could see my distress. "You two go home; I'll clean up here," Natalie graciously offered. Brittany and I cleared out of there fast.
And went to her place. And made love. And talked about the fight. And fighting.
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I never did return to Penn State for the fall semester. Ling texted me that Julia and Shao came out as a couple, but that she worried about how abusive Julia was to Shao. They got a fourth roomate, who Ling said was always on Skype with Julia's mom. What do you think they talk about, Ling asked me. Good ole Ling--never quite seeing the whole picture.
Brittany and I are still together. We know what we like--watching each other fight. We're 24 years old now. We're running out of time now for that to be the basis of a relationship. We don't want to grow up and be like Julia's mom. Or to raise a bully like Julia.
THE END
