Reunion

Times were good. Things were going well enough for me to take some time off and go back home, spend some time seeing old friends revisiting memories. Making my way back to the town I hadn't seen in what seemed like forever, my thoughts turned to my friends and I found myself wondering what happened to a couple of very special ones.

Allison was one of the girls I had dated seriously. She was grace personified; svelte, tawny, with beautiful brown hair and bedroom eyes. While not beautiful in the conventional use of the word, Allison projected the essence of femininity while demonstrating a tenaciousness that allowed her to steamroll any impediments to whatever objective she sought. God she was sexy. I made a mental note to try to track her down when I got home.

And then there was Heather. We dated for a quite a while before I met Allison, and the time we spent together comprised some of my best memories of home. Blonde and blue eyed, Heather's well-toned body complemented her face, with legs and arms articulately muscled from her dedication to physical fitness. Quick to laugh, Heather could quickly turn aggressive, even ferocious if insulted or slighted. But remembering how she perfected the talent of dressing so, no matter what she wore, her nubile figure and visage were perfectly displayed and even accentuated. God I wondered how the years had treated her.

As I strolled around town late one Saturday afternoon, I saw the women's college Allison had attended. I really had no reason for heading that way but, not having seen the campus for so many years, headed toward the school. It was nearly deserted, save but for a couple of dedicated students heading toward the library. I began to appreciate their beauty and vitality that nearly glistened off these girls half my age, their slim legs...

"Doug?"

My fantasy was broken by a familiar voice behind me. I turned to see a beauteous woman about my age standing a few yards away. "Allison?" I managed to stammer. "I thought that was you," she said. "But I wasn't sure, since you moved away so long ago. God, how have you been, you look great!" No, it was she who looked great. Her brown hair was cut straight, parted along the side and falling in a cascade to her shoulders, framing a face that had lost none of its appeal. She looked as if she'd been pampered and bore that manicured look the rich could afford. She had maintained her slimness, and the short black jacket and skirt accentuated her trim figure, accentuated by long straight legs sheathed in black nylons. In a few years, Courtney Cox would probably look quite similar to Allison. It was obvious she had kept up her dedication to tennis and running. I hadn't seen legs so perfect in my life.

"I've been here for a seminar," Allison said, drawing nearer. "But it's over for today. How long will you be in town?" When I told her I'd be around only a couple of days, she smiled and then suddenly suggested we have drink to celebrate running into each other. I agreed quickly and, much to my surprise, she hooked her arm in mind as we strolled across the campus toward an old watering hole Allison told me was still in business. "It'll be just like old times," she said with a hint of coyness, giving my arm a little squeeze.

We talked about the years that had passed between us. She told me she had been married but her husband left her for some blonde he'd met on a business trip. She said with a bitter laugh that she's never been friendly with any blonde since. But the single life coupled with the resentment of being dumped had worked to Allison's advantage. She told me she now ran her own firm and was rather successful. "I'm able to turn challenges into victories," she laughed. But, she continued, she had always kept a special place in her heart for me, hoping one day she could track me down and tell me the things she had felt so many years ago but never could tell me.

The bar was not at all like I remembered it. It had fallen on hard times and the clientele emphasized it. Allison told me the better college kids now hung out at a new place a few blocks away and that the bar now served a more plebian class of patron. Indeed, most of the customers were blue color types, loudly enjoying their beers and watching a college game on the elderly color TV suspended from the ceiling toward the end of the bar. But our drinks were good and strong, and our chat was getting more and more intimate. "You're going to have to excuse me a minute, honey," Allison murmured. "Gotta use the little girls' room and call my housekeeper," she said over her shoulder as she strode elegantly toward the back of the bar.

As I began to muse over how the rest of the night was going to play out, a blonde I'd noticed sitting at the bar across the room, walked over and without a word, leaned over and kissed me seductively on the cheek. "Well, well, if it isn't my old boyfriend Doug," she exclaimed. It took me a few moments but then realized none other than Heather was addressing me. "Oh my God, I was just thinking about you earlier," I gushed. She looked good, really good. Her blonde hair was cut short, kind of like Carmen Diaz, and her blue eyes were still just as piercing as I remembered. She slid into the booth next to me, draping her arm around me. She was hot in every sense of the word. Her short and loose-fitting tank top shifted with every movement, revealing not only a lovely cleavage but rather firm muscles and a belly as tight as a teen's. She wore cut-off jeans, revealing tan, firm legs. And from her friendliness and occasional slurred word, it was obvious she had been at the bar quite a while.

I asked her how she was doing, and she revealed that things weren't going that well for her. She lived with some guy who mistreated her, and she was just able to keep things together as a fitness trainer at the local health club. Still she was able to keep a smile while telling me her story, commenting on how well I looked. When I told her I had hoped to run into her, her smile broadened and she giggled, "I love the way you say 'into you.' I'd love you to be 'into me.'" "Wanna be my boyfriend again?" she whispered as she gave me a warm and sloppy kiss.

Her timing couldn't have been worse. Allison had returned from her phone call and had sat down loudly on the other side of the booth. "Nice image," she said evenly. "My old boyfriend," and then leaning across the table toward Heather, "and the town tramp." "Beat it Allison," Heather said, rising to face Allison. "I never liked you and I certainly don't want you coming between me and Doug." I was with Doug when we walked in," Allison answered, rising to her feet to face the blonde. "And I'm going to be with him when we walk out," she said, moving closer to Heather.

Heads began to turn in our direction. The old bartender told us to take it elsewhere; he didn't need any more problems. "Although I'd love to see a good catfight," he added. The women were just glaring at each other, each poised to strike. But Allison backed away and I thought she was just going to walk out but instead challenged Heather. "If you want to fight me for Doug," she began. "I'll kick your tramp ass. The way you dress is a disgrace and an embarrassment." "Oh yeah?" Heather spat. The usually chipper blonde never liked to be made fun of years past and she didn't like it any better now. "I'll kick your little scrawny ass, and right in front of Doug, too." "Fine, give it your best shot, slut" Allison spat back. "Here's my address," she said flinging her card rudely to Heather. "Be there in an hour and be ready. Doug," she said, turning to me, "I've got a few preparations to make so you come with her. But keep your hands to yourself. I've got some plans for you later on that I think you're going to enjoy." Allison tossed a few bills on the table and quickly strode out to hail a cab.

"That bitch, that fucking cunt," Heather whispered, watching her foe walk out. "I'm in better shape than her, I don't even know what she's thinking about. But she thinks just 'cause I'm dressed to show off my body that I'm lower class than her, I'll show her," she said. "Listen, I'm going home to change so I'll meet you there in an hour. And," she said moving closer, "I'm going to humiliate her for embarrassing me and thinking she can have you." With another warm kiss, she turned and walked out.

An hour later and a couple of drinks under my belt, a found my way to Allison's place. It was a good-sized house in the best part of town. She had spent the previous hour rearranging furniture in her living room, so the center was bare except for a thick white soft rug she had used to cover the parquet floor. Breakable furniture had been moved away from the area, and an expensive looking love seat had been placed at one edge of the carpet. As she warmly ushered me in, Allison showed me to the love seat, inviting me to get comfortable as she brought me a drink. "Doug, even though we never talked about it, I know that when we were dating you always dreamed about me getting into a fight with another girl. How does it feel to have your dream come true?" I stammered something to the effect that I'd never imagined I'd actually get to see my favorite girlfriend get into a fight over me. She assumed the "favorite" was her. "I want you to sit there and enjoy every moment of this while I tear her apart," Allison said with a smile, "and then we'll finish the evening, just the two of us."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and Allison casually sauntered off. I heard her voice and then Heather's, soft at first then rising as both quickly lost their tempers. The click clack of fast-moving heels prefaced Allison's return and she grabbed a martini from the bar and drained it in a couple of large gulps. Heather entered the living room a moment later, and what a change she had made. Gone were the sloppy clothes, replaced by a gray business suit that was at once thoroughly professional yet sexy as hell. Her incredible body helped the impression - a lot. While conservatively cut, Heather's impressive bust strained both the front of her coat and the thin, silk long-sleeved blouse underneath. Her strong, well-developed legs clad in nude stockings looked formidable under her tight short skirt. And black high-heeled pumps supported her 5'6" frame.

By the time she drained her glass, Allison was probably as drunk as Heather, who still seemed to be a bit buzzed. The brunette set the drink down and, the two women set their rings and other jewelry on a nearby table, then moved slowly toward each other in front of me. Who would win, I wondered. Heather was an inch taller but at 125lbs gave away about 10 lbs to her blonde adversary. Dark tawny and aggressive, she was a good match for the prettier, more athletic, but possibly slower Heather. The though of these two beauties tearing into each other right in front of me made me giddy.

I expected a heated verbal exchange and wasn't disappointed. "Listen bitch, I've kicked a lot of girls asses growing up but I've been wanting to get a piece of you ever since I heard Doug started dating you after he and I broke up." "Yeah, he wanted better and he got it from me, you slut," Allison spat back. The two by now had put their hands on their hips and had begun eyeing each other up and down, like tigresses stalking their prey. Moving slowly in a circle, each woman shrugged off her coat. Each of Allison's insult had the expected result on Heather - she was getting madder and madder. "I'm not the slut, you are," Heather answered. "Everyone in town knows the only way you got rich was by sleeping your way around, shit-for-brains." "And everyone knows the reason you didn't get anywhere was that your brains are in your tits, you Amazon wanna-be," Allison responded. Allison had obviously closed all the windows in the place to keep the noise in but had neglected to turn on the air conditioning. Things were literally beginning to steam up.

Heather began to egg Heather on, motioning with her hands to come and get her. "C'mon Allison, let's see what you got, you ugly scuz." Quicker than I could have imagined, Allison virtually leapt toward Heather and slapped her face. Heather, clapped her hand to her cheek more out of surprise than pain. "Bitch," she spat out and slapped Allison's face. The brunette was stunned by the force of the blow and took a step back. But she again jumped toward Heather and buried her hands in her foe's blond hair. Heather returned the favor and the two careened around the floor, each letting out short shrieks. Heather tried another tactic by starting to rip at Allison's blouse. "Goddamn it, that's a $300 blouse," she screamed. "Like I care," Heather answered as the tore it from Allison's body, revealing a low-cut black lace bra. The taller brunette suddenly grabbed Heather's top and pulled it open, snapping one button after the another. Heather hadn't worn a bra, deliberately planning to let her big nipples protrude from under her outfit for my benefit, but now the plan backfired. From what I could see through the tatters of her top, Heather's breasts still looked in fine shape, swaying to and fro as she struggled with Allison. But Allison suddenly balled up her right hand into a fist and punched Heather squarely in the left tit. Heather let go her grasp and jumped back, again surprised by Allison's aggression. Rubbing her breast - a sight in itself - she tore off what was left of her blouse and tossed it aside. Allison voluntarily stripped off her bra and both women slipped out of their skirts, never once losing eye contact. Allison's breast were smaller than Heather's but nicely shaped and crowned with pert little pink nipples that now stood fully erect. Clad only in panties, garter belts, stockings and heels, the woman again began to move clockwise in a wide circle.

"You call those tits, cunt?" Heather taunted. "Yeah, I call them tits, bitch, and Doug loves them. He told me I had better nipples than you, much better," Allison hissed. "Oh yeah?" Heather screamed and ran toward Allison, surprising the brunette by grabbing both pink nipples with her thumbs and index fingers. Shocked, Allison began to try to pull Heather's hands away by the wrists but the blonde was too strong for her. All she could do to retaliate was to grab Heather's larger nipples. She began not only to pinch but to tug on them, stretching Heather's breasts out.

Grimacing through the pain, both girls were showing signs of the exertion. Perspiration appeared on Allison's forehead. The larger Heather began to sweat like mad, beads of perspiration dripping from her belly. Allison was getting the worst of it. Tears began to appear in the corner of her eyes. That was all Heather needed to see. Suddenly she shot her right knee up into Allison's crotch, catching to brunette squarely in the intended target. "Ooomph," she gasped, but didn't let go of Heather's tits. Heather shot her knee up again, and then two more times, driving harder and deeper into Allison's pubic area. The slimmer woman couldn't bear the pain and went down, doubled over in pain. As she crumpled to the floor, Heather stood over her and clasped her legs around Allison's throat. Crossing her ankles, Heather began to squeeze the air out of Allison with her knees as she grabbed her foe by her brown hair. As she ground her legs into Allison's neck, the sound of nylon tearing into flesh filled the room. Smiling broadly, the blonde held up her free hand in a victory sign, saying "I told her I'd kick her ass, honey. What do you think of the rich bitch now?"

Before I had a chance to answer, Allison's left hand desperately reached up and around Heather's thigh's, her fingers finding the blonde's panties. In a flash she had torn the panties off and had stuck most of her hand into Heather's cunt. While I couldn't see what her fingers were doing, the effect was obvious. Heather let out a glass-shattering shriek and tried to scramble away but Allison rose to her feet keeping a grasp deep inside Heather's pussy. Desperately, Heather swung at Allison, her fists repeatedly crashing into her adversary's back and midsection.

But Allison was getting her strength back, her long legs stretching to keep pace with Heather's backward movement. Heather fell out of her heels. Allison stepped out of hers. Sweat showed where their feet touched the carpet. Allison grabbed one of Heather's tits with her free hand and began first kneading and then punching the breast. Heather fell to her back with Allison scrambling on top of her, not losing a centimeter of her cunt grip, her free hand pummeling first one breast and then the other. "Stop it, stop it," Heather began to scream. "What's the matter, can't take it tough girl?" Allison spat back. She suddenly swung those long tennis-toned legs up around Heather's throat and began to squeeze.

"Doug, come over here, pull your pants down and let me see your cock," Allison demanded. I undid my pants and somehow managed to get to Allison, standing above the two fighters. Without warning, still holding Heather motionless, Allison began to lick and suck me. When she heard Heather begin to protest, she bounced up and down on the blonde's belly until she shut up. I couldn't stand it and came like I'd never come before. Allison again surprised me. Instead of swallowing, she spat my entire load right into Heather's face!. Heather screamed in surprise, her hands flying to her face. Suddenly Allison let go of the blonde's pussy and jumped to her feet right beside me. "Watch this," Allison announced. She reached down and grabbed two handfuls of blond hair and pulled Heather to her feet. With an awesome combination, she punched Heather in the stomach and as the blonde started to double over, slugged her with all her might right in the mouth. Heather went down and was out.

"Better hold me, honey," Allison asked in a whisper. I put my arms around her and we sank to the floor next to Heather. Allison gently rolled me on my back and mounted me. Here I was, after witnessing the most exciting catfight in my life, fucking the victor as the loser lie unconscious right next to me. In moments I had the best orgasm of my life.

Who says you can't come home again?