by Brittany
“ T he lotion is gone, “ Jenna said sleepily, lying on her stomach.
“What?” asked Jeremy, not quite as sleepily. “What do you mean it's gone?”
“I mean, it dried up, evaporated, washed off when I went swimming. Whatever. I'm going to fry without it!”
Jeremy rolled over to his side and kissed his fiancé's back. He gazed at her for a moment, as he liked to do, then got to his feet and threw on his shirt.
“I'll grab another bottle at home. Back in fifteen minutes. Do we need anything else?”
“Hmmm---something cold to drink might be nice,” she said, in her sweet-as-pie voice.
“I'll see what we have at home, or I'll stop at the store. Can you wait 30 minutes?”
“Yeah, I'll just lie in the shade till you get back. I love you!”
Jeremy was already on his way, but he turned his head and shouted, “You better,” as he started down the road.
Jeremy and Jenna had been engaged for 7 months, after having dated for about a year. On weekends, they hung out at his house, which was on the Bay. For the locals, there was a private beach at the end of his road. It was tiny, hidden behind about a half acre of sea grass, and had a shoreline of only about 200 feet. You had to know it was there, or else you'd never find it. Nonetheless, Jeremy and Jenna loved it, because it was so private. It was rare that anyone else was there at the same time as them, especially given that the vast majority of neighbors were blue hairs.
Jenna thought about moving into the shade, but she was so tired, and the sun felt so good. She felt her eyelids start to get heavy again, and was just about to doze off, when she heard a radio click on.
She opened her eyes, and sat up. About 20 feet away, a lone beachgoer was laying out her towel and started station-surfing. Jenna squinted to see the intruder.
Oh shit , she thought as the image became clearer. What are the odds that of all days, she picks today to come here?
She drew in a deep breath and sighed. Toni, Jeremy's old girlfriend, was here. Girlfriend was too kind of a term , Jenna thought. Although Jeremy had known her since they were kids, as they lived in the same neighborhood, he actually only dated her twice, after college. He ended it, because, as he used to say, “she's a little bit insane.” He never told Jenna the details, just that she was weird, and he'd rather remain acquaintances with her rather than anything more intimate. A few weeks later, he met Jenna, and the rest was history, as was Toni.
Jenna and Toni knew who each other were, but had never really spoken. All the better thought Jenna. I'll just lie down and she won't even know I'm here.
Jenna reclined again, this time on her back, closed her eyes, and starting soaking in sun again. A walk to the shade would attract Toni's attention, so she thought it better to just lay low till Jeremy got back.
Quickly, she felt the sun's warmth start to relax her, soak up her energy, and she started to doze.
She was jolted back into reality by the slap of sand pellets in her face. She opened her eyes and sat up, looking right at Toni, at the foot of her blanket.
“What the hell was that?” Jenna asked angrily.
Toni smirked. “You're the slut who stole Jeremy, right?”
Shit, Jenna thought , I don't need this.
“I didn't steal anyone. As I understand it, he dumped your sorry ass about five minutes after he spent time with you. Now leave me alone.” And with that, she lay back down, closing her eyes.
Almost immediately, more sand hit her face. Jenna was on her feet, fists clenched.
“You're kidding, right? Kicking sand in someone's face at the beach. How original. What's your problem?
“You're my problem,” Toni answered. “You've got 10 seconds to get your sorry ass off this beach, and believe me, those 10 seconds are a favor from me.”
“And if I don't?” Jenna challenged.
“I'll throw you off.”
Jenna stared at Toni. Toni had dark brown hair, shoulder-length, and an awesome tan. Although she was only about 5' 2” or so, she was in great shape---arms and legs toned, just shy of being sculpted. And the proverbial six-pack. She was extremely attractive, Jenna thought, in an insane sort of way. Toni's bathing suit left almost nothing to the imagination---string on top, floss on the bottom. Hey, if I looked like that, I'd probably wear something like that too.
Of course, Jenna was no slouch either. She had a good 4 inches on Toni, dirty blonde hair, and was in pretty good shape herself. She was a swimmer, and she knew she was tight and toned as well. No six-pack, but that was all show, anyway. She felt comfortable in her bikini, but couldn't imagine herself wearing anything like Toni was wearing.
“So what's it going to be, skank?” Toni asked. “You have about 3 seconds left.”
Jenna's mind raced. Would she actually fight? Jenna had little doubt that despite Toni's muscles, she could outlast her. Plus the height and weight difference. The thought of fighting was stupid. BUT, if she backed down, what would psycho say, or do?
“I'm surprised you could count that high,” Jenna taunted. “You can stop counting, ‘cause I'm not going anywhere.”
Toni took a couple of steps toward her, stepping on Jenna's blanket. She stopped about a foot in front of her.
“OK, here's the deal. Whoever gets pushed off the blanket first has to leave. Deal?”
This was ridiculous Jenna thought . I outweigh her, am taller than her, and probably stronger. She's not only insane, she's stupid.
“Deal.”
Toni raised her hands, beckoning Jenna to lock up with her. Jenna did so, and they moved to the center of the blanket. Toni started squeezing Jenna's fingers, and Jenna did likewise.
“Go,” barked Toni, and the contest began. For a minute, neither moved, as they pushed against each other with equal force. Jenna could feel her arm and leg muscles flex as she try to will her opponent backwards. Slowly, she felt some give, and moved her foot forward, pushing Toni back.
Toni responded by tightening her grip on Jenna's fingers and digging her feet in as best she could. But Jenna moved her again, one more step back, closer to the edge of the blanket. Jenna started to smile, knowing that this fight was almost over, and Toni would be on her way home in about 30 seconds.
Jenna felt the desperation in Toni, as her grip tightened even more. She was actually hurting Jenna's fingers now, but it didn't really matter. Another 18 inches, and it would be over. She saw Toni's muscles flex and strain--- God she was in great shape !
Suddenly, Toni whipped her arms out to the side, releasing her grip. Propelled by her momentum, Jenna stumbled into Toni's outstretched arms. Immediately, Toni closed them around Jenna, effectively trapping her in a bear hug, the pressure on her back and chest immense.
“Unh” Jenna groaned as Toni squeezed, applying even more pressure to the taller girl. Jenna started punching Toni's back, but the bear hug was already weakening her, and her punches were feeble. She grabbed at Toni's arm, thinking that maybe by squeezing her bicep, she could get her to release the hold. As she tried, Toni hugged even tighter, her biceps flexed to the point where they were rock hard. Jenna pawed at them with no luck. She gasped for air, trying to inhale, but each time she tried, Toni increased the pressure. She felt her strength start to go, dropped her arms limply to her side and hoped it would be over soon.
Just when Jenna thought she was about to lose consciousness, Toni released the hug and took a step back. Jenna was surprised, pleasantly, and doubled over as she gulped air. Even more surprisingly, she was still on her feet. She felt better after a few breaths, and straightened up. Toni was standing about 3 feet away from her, and for some reason, was no longer wearing her top. Her body glistened with a thin film of sweat, and her fists were clenched. Jenna saw her leg start to move, but couldn't respond quickly enough. Almost as if watching a film in slow motion, Jenna saw Toni's right foot lift up off the blanket and propel directly at her. Her arms were still somewhat limp, so she was powerless to defend herself.
Toni's foot smashed into Jenna's mouth, sending her tumbling backwards off the blanket and landing on her ass. She could tell her lip had been cut, and she started to get up, knowing that Toni would be coming.
“I'm off the blanket,” Jenna said as she got to her feet. “I'll leave.”
“I don't think so,” Toni responded. “That time is passed. Now it's not just the beach. Now it's Jeremy.”
Now logically, Jenna knew that even if Toni beat her up, that Jenna wouldn't just walk away from her fiancé. But emotionally, she wasn't about to give this little slut the satisfaction. “Bring it on, you slut.”
They studied each other cautiously, circling, looking for an opening. Jenna jabbed at Toni's face, but it was blocked. She launched a gut-punch, but Toni countered the move. A left from Jenna was blocked, and Toni smiled.
“Is that all you got?”
Fuck you Jenna thought. She wanted a clear shot at one of those perfect, unprotected breasts. She jabbed, and Toni blocked. Frustrated, Jenna started a roundhouse punch. Toni was quick---as the punch came close, she grabbed Jenna's arm in mid-swing, and pushed it back, maintaining her grip. With her other hand, she started throwing sharp jabs at Jenna's stomach, pummeling those taut muscles honed by years of swimming. Jenna tensed her stomach to minimize the damage from the blows, and tried to wrest her hand out of Toni's grip, but as she did so, it only brought her closer to Toni and her fists of steel.
Finally, after several minutes of assault, Toni found the area she wanted, and with a precise jab, knocked the wind out of Jenna. She doubled over, trying to go down to her knees, but Toni still had her arm. She yanked her up, released Jenna's arm, and launched a solid roundhouse kick to Jenna's jaw. Jenna went sprawling backward, gasping for air, and in pain.
Toni followed her opponent, and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back to her feet. More punches to the gut, caving in Jenna's tight stomach muscles. Jenna threw some punches to defend herself, but they had little impact on the dark-haired girl.
Suddenly, the punching stopped. Jenna looked up, and Toni was gone. At least, for the second. Instantly, Toni's arm came from behind Jenna and locked around her throat. Instinctively, Jenna's hand went to Toni's arm to pull it off, but the shorter girl was stronger. Even with both of her arms, Jenna couldn't dislodge Toni's one, or even loosen the grip. For the third time in ten minutes, Jenna fought for air, choking as Toni increased pressure on her neck. She began to see darkness at the periphery of her vision, and in desperation, dug her nails into Toni's bicep.
“You bitch!” cried Toni as Jenna drew blood. She released Jenna and literally kicked her ass, sending Jenna sprawling face first into the sand. Without pause, Toni hurled herself on top of her foe, landing on Jenna's back. She grabbed Jenna's blonde hair, pulled her head back, then smashed it forward into the sand, pushing it down until Jenna's nose and mouth were buried. As Jenna's arms flailed, Toni pulled her head back, allowed her to catch a breath, then drove her face into the sand again. Two, three, four times. Finally she stopped. Jenna lay on her stomach and spit out sand, with Toni sitting on her back.
“I don't think I've made my point yet, Skank,” Toni mused. “Let me drive it home now.” With that, she grabbed the back of Jenna's bikini top and tore it. With both hands, Toni grabbed Jenna under her chin and pulled her head back. Toni leaned back, pulling, causing Jenna to arch her back in order to stay with her. Just as quickly, Toni let go, and Jenna's head fell forward back on to the sand. She felt Toni shift her weight to the side, and before she realized it, one of Toni's legs was under Jenna's stomach. Now lying on her side, Toni crossed her ankles, and applied a scissor-hold to Jenna right below her rib cage.
“Aaagh!” Jenna cried out, but this only made Toni laugh, and she increased the pressure of the hold. She moved herself closer to Jenna, reached out and grabbed her again in a chokehold. With one arm, Jenna tried to break the choke, with the other, tried to loosen the scissor, but neither was effective. Toni increased the pressure from both holds, and, in a final move, rolled over on to her back, so that Jenna was on top of her, simultaneously in a choke and scissor hold.
Jenna felt what little strength she had left ebb, and her body began to go limp.
“Don't you pass out on me, Skank,” yelled Toni. “I need you awake.” With that, she loosened the choke hold slightly, and Jenna coughed for air. Toni did, however, increase the scissor pressure. Jenna groaned, cried, and pleaded, “Stop. Please, stop.”
Toni laughed, and did as she was told. She rolled to her side and let Jenna go. Jenna rolled off and on to her back, massaging her stomach and her throat. The respite was brief, though, as Toni dropped full weight on to Jenna's stomach. Within seconds, she had immobilized Jenna, using her knees to pin Jenna's arms in the sand.
Confident, and victorious atop her opponent, Toni smiled, and leaned back. She grabbed Jenna's bikini bottom, and pulled, tearing it. She threw it aside, and looked over her shoulder at her naked foe---beaten, crying, and weak. What could Jeremy possibly have seen in her? She had a decent body---at least she did until Toni had destroyed it. Was that it? Was it the sex? Her anger grew, but so did her smile, and she
knew how this would end.
She delivered a sharp backhand slap to Jenna's face, then inched her own body up towards Jenna's head. As Jenna squirmed, Toni slapped her again until the squirming stopped. Positioning her crotch over her opponent's face, Toni smiled and asked, “Is this what you're good for?”
Slowly, she started rubbing herself on Jenna's nose and mouth. Jenna tried to buck her off, but she was clearly overmatched and overpowered. Toni's gyrations continued, back and forth, slowly, up and down. As she became more excited, Toni reached behind her and grabbed Jenna's breast. She squeezed as the excitement grew. Her pace increased, her grip increased, and Jenna tried to cry out, but she was muffled by Toni's undulating. Toni was riding wildly now, breathing hard and fast, squeezing Jenna's breast and pinching her nipple. Finally, she shuddered, slowed her writhing, and eased off Jenna's face. She stared down at her beaten and humiliated foe, whose face was glistening with her discharge. That excited her even more.
Toni stood up, grabbed a handful of Jenna's hair, and pulled her to her feet.
“I've got sand all over my toes, Skank. Clean them off and we'll end this.”
Jenna looked down at Toni's feet, then at her face. Was this really the way she could end this?
The naked girl bent over and began brushing the sand off Toni's feet. Immediately, Toni clasped her hands together and smashed them down on Jenna's shoulder blade, driving her to the sand again.
“With your tongue , Skank.”
Jenna opened her eyes, looked at Toni's feet, and knew better than to argue. She crawled to Toni, and gently began lapping the sand off her toes.
“The bottoms, too,” taunted Toni as she lifted one foot up off the ground. Jenna took the foot in her hand and tongued the sole, spitting out sand every few seconds.
“Very good, Skank. Now, lick the sand off my stomach.”
Jenna hesitated, but knew she had no choice. She got to her knees, and started licking the sand and sweat off Toni's rock-hard stomach. Her tongue slowly followed the patterns of ridges in Toni's muscled mid-sectio.
“Oooh, that feels good, “ cooed Toni. “Now, I think my tits are in need of some affection. You know what to do.”
Again Jenna hesitated, and this time was met with a sharp kick to her face, sending her tumbling backwards.
“Is there a problem?” Toni teased.
“No,” sobbed Jenna, as she stood, bent her knees, and began caressing Toni's breasts with her tongue.
Toni let this go on for several minutes, stroking Jenna's hair as she licked her breasts, until finally she grabbed Jenna's head from behind and pulled it in to her breasts. ”Maybe I should just suffocate you with these, Skank” she cooed, obviously getting off on the complete domination of her opponent. Jenna tried to dislodge herself from the smother, but was too weakened to put up any sort of a challenge. As soon as she stopped, Toni released her, took a step back, and deliver one final roundhouse kick to Jenna's head. The momentum knocked her backward on to her back, spread eagle, naked.
Toni sauntered over to her foe and looked down at her. She removed her floss bottom, still wet from her celebration. She stood over Jenna, placing a foot on each of Jenna's outstretched biceps. Toni bent over, balled up her wet g-string, and shoved it into Jenna's mouth. Jenna gagged as she tried to expel the slimy garment from her mouth, but her sobbing made it difficult. Toni laughed again, and moved one of her feet from Jenna's arm, placing it over Jenna's mouth.
“You're going to remember this day, Skank. This is the day I kicked your ass and took everything you had. Isn't it?”
Jenna nodded, and Toni stepped off her foe and to the side. She squatted down, grabbed Jenna's hand, and slipped off her engagement ring.
“Hmm, not a bad rock. Must have set Jeremy back a penny or two.” She examined the diamond, then held it out to Jenna.
“Think it floats?” And with that, Toni hurled the ring into the water, laughing as she did so. She started to walk away towards her towel, seemingly unaware of her own nakedness. Sher picked up Jenna's blanket, then gathered her own things, wrapped herself in her towel, and waved good-bye to the sobbing, naked, defeated blonde.