[beth35]

This is awesome! My nipples are so swollen and  throbbing, and my panties are sodden from my multiple orgasms!

[sinclairfan]

PHONE SEX WITH JENNA

In my dark, cozy bedroom, on a lazy, languid, Sunday night, I lie in my pajamas touching myself, and accept a cell phone call from Jenna.  Her voice sounds exactly like it did in high school in Kentucky, and I am turned on by the realization of how mature she already was when she and I were high school basketball rivals.

> Hi, Jen.

> Hi, Meg.  Thanks for letting me call.

> We do have catching up to do, don't we?

> We didn't really get a chance during our fight last Monday did we--you were too busy riding my face.

[Both of us pause our conversation with moaning sounds.  I feel dripping down my inner thigh and am aroused to the point of dizziness.  I bring the conversation back to reality so as not to pass out.]

> Jenna, .... [I pause to modulate my quivering voice] .... when you went away and played ball at Baldwin-Wallace, did you get into catfights?

> Like, with opposing players?

> Other players ..... Teammates.

> Well, with other players ..... there were definitely rivals .... players I exchanged stares or dirty looks with .... then elbows, if we both got in the game ....  I'd look them up on the website after the game .... think about emailing them .....

> But?.....

> But, .... , well to start with Meg, I hardly played in college .... I quit the team after 2 years, I don't know if you heard ....and between lifting, practicing, travelling, studying, .... timd just got away, Meg.

> How about teammates??

> It's hard starting something .... you need to eat and sleep and ride a bus with each other .... just awkward.  I knew who I wanted to fight.  And some catty arguing.  But it didn't happen.  How 'bout you at NKU?

> I didn't play there.  Not even intramural.

> Oh, ... I know, .... that's not what I meant ....

> Then what did you mean, Jenna?

> Any fights?  Any catfights?

> You horndog .....

> Welllllll?? ..... Are you holding out on me?.....

> Well, one night, .... and don't get your hopes up, this isn't a catfight story .... but one night, my roomate busted me masturbating to the thought of catfighting you.

[More moaning.]

> Meg?

> Jenna??

> Meg, I had to quit the team at B-W .... and, it's not like I was gonna be a starter or anything .... but .... I had to quit the team because ....  no one wanted to room with md because of how much I masturbated about fighting you.

[Our moaning becomes sycopated, as we alternate listening to the other moan, then release our own arousal.  Our breathing becomes rapid and deep.]

> Jenna??

> Meg??

> Are you bullshitting me ..... to turn me on??? .... or is that story fucking true??

> It's fucking true ....  Meg ....  if you don't believe me .....I can give you one of the girls' numbers.

> Fuck, that's hot....

> Fuck, yeah  ....

[We explode in simultaneous orgasm, aroused further by each others' moaning.]

> Jenna, I wish we were catfighting right now.

> So do I.

> You'll be at therapy tomorrow night, right??

> Of course I will.

> I don't know how I'll make it without ditching my car .... I'll be fingering myself the whole way.

> Then Uber!

> Ha!  And cum in the backseat while he listens?

> I've done it!

> Jenna, you have???

> I have.

> Has anyone told you you need help??

> Our therapist has.

> Good point.  Siya tomorrow, babe.

> We should talk more often.

> We should.  But fight first, then talk.

> Good plan.

[I cum 5 more times, once for each finger on my bust right hand, before falling asleep.  I wet dream all night to memories of banging bodies with Jenna at high school basketball practice.]

To be continued....

[femfitefan]

I'm really enjoying this story.  You've taken it so many places and it seems there are so many more directions in which it can go.  I hope there are many more chapters to come.  Thanks for sharing it with everyone.

[sinclairfan]

I arrive at my Monday evening therapy appointment primed for another catfight with Jenna, having established with her that she enjoys it as much as I do.  I immediately get a bad vibe from my therapist's body language.

> Is Jenna here?

> Meg, I needed to cancel Jenna's appointment.  I got caught last week  scheduling you and her for the same time slot.

> So, .... , schedule us back to back, and see us both for the two hours.

> I've considered that, ....., for you and her, ..... or you and Jessica, .... or you and Cara.

> I'm don't get it .... you don't want to watch Jenna and me fight?  You seemed to enjoy it last week.

> Last week you were surprised to see her here ..... It wouldn't be the same if you knew she was coming.  And anyways, this isn't about me .....

> [It's not??, I think to myself, still stung that I won't be catfighting tonight.]

> .....Let's do some work on you .... You have three rivals right now .... A 'lost-and-found' rival, someone from your past....

> Jenna.

> That's right, ..... , a romantic rival, someone you've shared an ex with ....

> Cara.

> ....very good.....And a alpha-rival .... a rival where only one of you can be the alpha .... the toughest one in the room

> Jessica.

> So ......

> So??

> So, Meg ..... do you see where I'm going here?.....

> Not a clue.

> Try harder.

> Uhmmmmm..... can you just tell me??

> The patient always verbalizes the diagnosis, not the therapist.

> [We've long since passed that point, haven't we, Doctor?, I wonder to myself.]

> I can see you thinking, Meg.  Just say it....Say what comes to mind.

> I think  .... you're deciding who you want to watch me fight .....

> And??

> And .... if it was me and Jenna, that she would be here right now ....

> [My therapist has stopped writing on her note pad, has unbuttoned her slacks and blouse, and is rubbing underneath the first with her left hand and the second with her right hand.....] Keep going, Meg ..... I think yoy're making excellent porgress .....

> [I follow her lead and undress myself.  I need to get off so bad, after the anticipation of tonight, and this apointment ends in 30 minutes] .... You think a fight between me or Cara, or me and Jess, would be more arousing to watch ....

> Because??....

> Because ..... [We edge closer together, my therapist climbing on my lap.  Our blouses wide open we caress our breasts together...] .... Cara or Jess have higher stakes in fighting me....

> You know me so well.....[we tongue kiss violently]

> I just say what I hope is true [more loud, wet tongue kisses are exchanged] .... and it works....

> Keep doing it.

> You want to watch me or Cara, or me and Jess, totally brawl ....

> [Our thighs slide out of our slacks and touch.  We are too aroused to speak.  Our fingers slide into each other.]

> Mmmmmmmmmmmmfffffffff

> Mmmmeeegggggghhhhaannnnn.

> I love when you say my name.

> See you next week?

> Yes.