THE PROPERTY LINE

by Sidekick

Laura Linville stood in front of her sliding glass patio door surveying
the wide, green. lush lawn in back of her house. The sun was mercifully
going down. She had just come in from a bit of gardening and she
languished by one of the air vents letting the coolness of the AC slide
over her. It was hot. It was damn hot! But there was no use
complaining about the heat in Atlanta in August. Besides, it wasn't the
heat so much as the humidity she thought, chuckling to herself. Laura
could feel her shorts soaked in sweat and clinging to her shapely ass.

The rear lawn could have been featured in "Better Homes and Gardens".
It was green, well kept and well stocked with just the right amount of
flowers and ornamental plants of various kinds. Laura gulped down
another drink of water and then looked with strange satisfaction at the
ugly bare patch at the side of the yard by the property line. The lawn
was torn up there as if someone had been digging for utility work. It
was really quite an eyesore but Laura let a little smile cross her face
as she looked at the circular area of damage. Then feeling the sweat
running down the back of her neck, she gulped in one more drink of cold
water before turning for a much needed shower. She left a trail of
soaked clothing through the house as she stripped on her way to the
master bedroom. There were certain advantages to living alone . She
stopped just a few seconds to admire herself in the full length mirror
before turning on the shower. Her jet black hair was tied up in back to
allow as much breeze as possible to caress her neck. And she remained
quite proud of the figure she saw reflected there. Most women were
extremely critical of every little physical fault. Some she knew were
almost afraid to look at themselves naked in a mirror. Laura was not
one of those. In another life she might have been a model; not that she
was the slightest bit interested in such a lifestyle. Anyway, she was
much too old for that now. At the ripe old age of 36, she was climbing
the corporate ladder very successfully and loving the life of an urban,
independent, wealthy woman. After the shower, she flopped on her queen
sized bed and cat napped in the cool and comfortable air.

Rising after about 45 minutes, she put on a pair of white cotton bikini
panties and a comfortable bra. It was simply too hot to wear any more.
Laura flopped into the large chair at her desk in front of her computer
and clicked open the brief she was writing for the Senior VP, due in
just a couple of days. She became engrossed in the report, typing away
until well into the evening. Finally she put it aside and ventured into
the kitchen in search of a little snack. She always took her large meal
earlier in the day, preferring just a snack in the evening. A light
salad she had left in the refrigerator the day before was just the
ticket and she carried it out onto the back deck and sat in the lounge
chair facing the back of her property.

Even though it was now dark, the heat and humidity had not seemed to
lessen in the slightest. And tonight there was not a hint of air moving
in the North West Atlanta suburb. Laura had just been in the shower 2
hours ago and already she felt like she needed another one. She should
stay inside in the AC and be cool. But there was something compelling
and inviting about a hot summer night. She had always been strangely
attracted to the dark stillness. Since childhood she had never been
afraid of the dark. It was mysterious and fascinating to her. She
loved to be out with the darkness and the heat blanketing her, hiding
her as if she were a part of the natural surroundings. Besides, it was
Friday night and she had other plans for the evening.

She did not keep any outside lights on, preferring to wander into her
back yard in just her underwear to smell the mixed odors of flowers,
grass and pine which were in close proximity to the house. The only
house close by was some 50 yards away. There was no horde of prying
neighbors to worry about. No one could see her and she felt the
relatively cool grass under her feet as she strolled toward the side of
the yard. Presently she felt the grass disappear as her feet stepped
across the bare dirt of the bad patch in the yard. It must have been
some 20 feet in diameter. She walked toward the center, stepping easily
over the ruts and indentations scaring the area. As she had done many
times before, she sat down on the ground and and listened and enjoyed
the solitude of the moment.

After about 10 minutes she heard the slamming of a screen door coming
from the neighbor's house. Rising, she peered through the darkness at
the figure approaching and felt the goose bumps on her skin in spite of
the insufferable heat. In just a few moments she was joined by another
woman walking cautiously into the bare ground which straddled their
property lines. The two could barely see each other in the dark, but
Laura knew that the woman was about her height and age with blond hair.
She was also dressed in only her underwear and Laura felt the
butterflies rise in her stomach as they approached each other slowly on
the dirt. As they came closer they began to slide in a circle. They
could see each other's familiar faces now. Laura could not suppress a
little smile as they stopped with their noses only inches apart.

As the two women starred at each other, Laura could feel a drop of sweat
running down her back. She had left her hair down after her shower
earlier. The crickets were loudly singing all around them. By some
hidden agreement or signal the two raised their arms and roughly grabbed
two fists full of each other's hair. They began pulling gently but with
increasing pressure. In just a moment both their heads were pulled back
painfully and they began to stagger around each other on the dirt. Their
bodies smacked together and pulled apart over and over as they tried to
jerk each other's hair out. In just a few minutes they were both
sweating profusely and beginning to breath hard. They bent over at the
waist and kicked at each other as they pulled and jerked hair. They
staggered around in a violent dance and thrashed wildly before falling
to the ground with a thump. Instantly they locked their legs around one
another and began rolling over and over. The dirt was clinging to their
sweat soaked bodies. They began to slug each others bodies with one
fist while still jerking hair. Laura could feel her sweaty underwear
clinging to her as she fought. In a few more minutes both women began
to have a hard time keeping hold of their hair because it was soaked in
sweat. Laura felt a fist slam into her left breast and she let out a
groan as the pain shot through her. The women let go of their hair and
rolled away momentarily before scrambling to their knees and launching
themselves at each other.

Two dirty bodies smacked together and they pummeled each others breasts
and sides and faces with their fists for about 30 seconds. Then
exhausted, they slumped down on their heels to rest their arms and watch
each other warily. Their chests were heaving as they sucked in some
needed air. When Laura saw her opponent rise back onto her knees she
also scooted forward and the women grabbed each other tightly and
wrestled each other to the ground again. The rolled over, stopped on
their sides and reached out to get a choke hold on each other's throat.
Then for the next few moments they choked each other and squeezed with
their legs. They slowly turned over with Laura on the bottom. Laura
took one hand and moved it to the woman's face trying to scratch her
eyes. She batted her hand away and they began to wildly slap and punch
at each other before locking up on their sides in a choking hold once
again.

Then the clinking of something mechanical could be heard in the distance
and the powerful spray of water began to spray from sprinkler heads
buried all over the yard. The sprinklers were on a timer and set to
start in the relative cool of the evening this time of year. The
spitting sounds of the turning mechanisms began to work as they moved in
circles. The two sweaty fighting women were very quickly drenched in
water as they continued to choke each other. Laura welcomed the
coolness of the water which poured over her. She smacked her knee hard
between the legs of the other woman and heard and felt the water splat
as hard knee contacted soft pussy flesh. The woman cried out in pain and
they two began to wrestle wildly. They slipped and slid as they tried to
control each other and covered themselves in mud.

Laura loved the sticky feel of the mud as their bodies struggled. They
could scarcely hold each other anymore. And after several futile
minutes of wrestling they rolled away from each other and tried to catch
their breath. All Laura could see was a human female form covered in
mud from head to toe. But in just a minute that form struggled to slip
and slide to it's feet. Laura also got up and they two began to advance
on each other once again. They both put up their fists and held a
challenging pose for a few seconds. Then they cautiously began to throw
well aimed and careful punches at each other. They were having trouble
keeping their balance if they punched to hard. But they stayed close
and worked each others stomachs, breasts and sides. Occasionally one
would go for the head, usually missing.

Laura loved this close, slow fist fighting. Every few seconds the spray
from one of the sprinklers would gush over them and move on in a
circle. It was thrilling to hear the sound of each punch and feel her
fist cut into the soft flesh of the other women. But Laura also felt a
strange excitement as her opponent's fists hit her as well. The two
women slugged at each other's bodies. They they began to hunt for each
other's heads. They tried to hold onto hair as they punched each other
in the face. The women enjoyed the violent, lusty confrontation as they
had done regularly almost since they had known each other.

After several minutes of viscous punching, they inevitably slipped and
fell with a "splat". Both women rolled over on their backs and lay
resting for several minutes. Then slowly crawling to their knees and
then their feet, they followed each other to the side of Laura's house.
They each took turns hosing the mud off each other. Then the women
slowly climbed the stairs to the deck and plopped into a chair to rest.
Speaking the first words between them then this evening, Laura said,
"Fuck Cindy, it's hot as hell out here tonight"! They each rubbed sore
and bruised muscles. Laura looked at the clock on the kitchen wall
through the sliding glass door and saw it was almost 11:30pm.

She and Cindy had spent every Friday night like this for the last six
weeks. The two had argued about planting some bushes along their shared
property line right after Cindy had moved in the last week of June.
Laura had never met anyone who had the effect Cindy did on her. They
disliked each other instantly. And they were just like oil and water --
they just didn't mix. It was like hearing a fingernail scratching
across a black board when Cindy was around. They didn't agree on
anything. But there was more. There was something perversely attractive
about her. It made her jealous. It made her crazy. They had a little
shoving and hair pulling match on the first afternoon they met. Laura
was still seething the following morning. And after marching next door,
they two women had a violent catfight, almost destroying Cindy's living
room. As fate would have it, the two were also a physical match. They
had to finally stop fighting when they were just too tired to continue.
Cindy called on the phone later that evening and the two women argued
and cursed each other for some 20 minutes. Finally agreeing they wanted
another catfight, Cindy insisted it would have to be outside. And thus,
they met that night on the property line. And they had made it a weekly
contest that each secretly wanted to continue.

Cindy screwed up her face and pulled her wet and muddy panties out of
the crack of her ass. Laura slipped of her bra and wished for a cool
breeze to find her sore breasts. Then, looking at each other with
disdain, they both sighed and stripped off their remaining clothing. It
did little good in cooling them off. They just sat, rested and swetted
for the next several minutes. "I'm going to plant those bushes
tomorrow", said Cindy. "The hell you are", answered Laura. "Just try
it, bitch! I'll show you where you can put those bushes". "Yeah well
just watch me", Cindy said as she rose gingerly to her feet. She
noticed a puddle of sweat was left on her seat. She gathered her
panties and bra and turned to see Laura rising from her chair. The
women stared at each other. Laura begrudgingly admired Cindy's shapely
form. But she cursed the day this infuriating woman moved in next to
her. She felt envy, lust, hate and excitement all at the same time.
She realized her fists were clenched tightly and she was breathing
harder. A big drop of sweat rolled down her neck and between her breasts.

Cindy felt the silent challenge as well. She also admired the black
haired beauty standing naked in front of her. But she hated that they
were neighbors. All they had done together since she moved in was
fight. The hot Georgia air just sat on them as they stared each other
down. Cindy noticed Laura's nipples were hard and sticking way out.
"Fuck, that bitch wants more", she thought and almost smiled. Laura
took a step toward her and Cindy dropped her underwear. The two women
launched themselves at each other and buried their hands in each other's
hair.

Their bodies leaned against each other as they pulled their heads back
painfully. They felt their hard nipples pressing into each other and
they stumbled around the deck trying to pull their heads off. They
complemented each other as they struggled. "Bitch!", "Cunt!", "Slut!",
"Dyke!". Laura felt the butterflies return to her stomach and the
goose bumps return to her skin. She genuinely enjoyed fighting with Cindy.

They two began to throw knees into each other as they pulled hair.
Their bodies slipped and squished together as they struggled drenched in
sweat once again. Reaching a position of relative stability, they each
took one hand and began slugging each other with rapid fire succession.
After several minutes they were both winded and their arms
seemed to be on fire. They couldn't punch any more and resumed their
viscous hair pulling. Then, falling over the table and onto the deck,
they tangled their legs and reached out to choke each other. Over and
over they banged their heads on the hard deck. Starting to see stars,
Laura slammed her knee between Cindy's legs and felt a very satisfying
"squish" as it landed. She heard Cindy yell and damn if it didn't feel
good! But then she felt the pain of two sets of finger nails digging
into her soft tit flesh.

"Aggggghhhhhh!", she cried out and turned to scratching Cindy's tits in
revenge. The two laid on their sides in a perverse kind of stalemate.
They had locked their nails painfully into their tits and their leg
locks would ensure neither was getting away from the other. For long
minutes they lay there with their noses just inches apart. They
defiantly stared each other down and cursed and spit and swetted
profusely.

As the pace of the fight slowed, both felt waves of exhaustion coming
over them. Slowly now they tried to punch each other while remaining
locked together. They rolled over, bumped into the table and fell away
from each other simply too tired to continue. It was about 12:30 am and
they had been fighting off and on for about two hours. It took about
ten minutes for Cindy to recover sufficiently to rise very slowly and
gather up her underwear once again. She looked back as she was
descending the stairs to the lawn to see Laura still laying naked on the
deck floor, propped up on her elbows. "I'll see you next Friday night,
cunt!". "Yes you will", answered Laura. She painfully got to her feet
and looked out over the night as Cindy disappeared into the darkness of
her own yard. Once again she looked fondly on the ugly muddy spot by
the property line, where the two of them would satisfy their primitive
urges on another warm night.