KITCHEN NIGHTMARE
by Damon

NOTE: This story takes place immediately after “Grapple in the Grass” (see under 2007 Stories)

Kathleen’s brown eyes slowly fluttered open, and she stirred slightly, her mind dull and hazy. She could feel something pressed up along every point of the length of her back, something cool and hard and rough.

She could also feel a weight atop her, spongy and smooth. She felt it hard to breathe, but only because she could now see that a pair of interlocked hands rested atop her nose and mouth. She grimaced as she fumbled for a pair of wrists, found them, and removed those soft yet smothering hands from her countenance.

Lifting her head up slightly, the brunette beauty then peered down to see the rest of the unconscious, naked woman atop her, her face unseen because it was buried in Kathleen’s pert, pear-shaped breasts. Reaching out with her right hand, she entangled her long fingers in the other woman’s mop of strawberry red hair and lifted it up to see an unconscious, pretty, and despised face.

Kathleen scowled. It was Jennifer, her longtime rival, lying naked atop her, but completely out cold, eyes shut and mouth agape. Kathleen dropped the other woman's head back unceremoniously into her bust and exhaled.

Kathleen’s mind raced and rolled back to events from earlier on, when the sun was higher in the sky. She recalled a brutal nude battle with her hated adversary, one that had raged across the entire backyard of Jennifer’s home. She remembered the redhead’s soft yet strong hands not only welded over her nose and mouth and suffocating her, but tightening relentlessly about Kathleen's throat and choking the life out of her, and nearly succeeding.

Kathleen shuddered slightly at the unnerving recollection, especially as she looked over at the small, creaky patio table and remembered lying helpless across it, barely conscious after absorbing a devastating flurry of punches, before Jennifer lay flat atop her and squeezed those powerful hands about Kathleen’s slender neck. She felt her throat and winced at the tenderness of her flesh, windpipe no doubt coated with purplish bruises where Jennifer’s thumbs had dug in and attempted to render her lifeless.

The brunette couldn’t remember how she had summoned the strength to punch her way free of the redhead’s hold that time—but all Kathleen really knew was that it was the closest that Jennifer had come so far to ending her life in the several times they had fought, woman to woman.

That is, until Jennifer almost bare-handedly strangled Kathleen once more while both women were standing straight up, the redhead finally slamming the brunette up against the back of the house late in the fight and then dragging her down to the patio to finish her off. The following moments were still muddled—but Kathleen remembered getting her long legs up and about her opponent, and then managing to force Jennifer’s face into her ample chest to suffocate her. She also recalled Jennifer covering her nose and her mouth with her hands, and smothering Kathleen back—but Kathleen was positive that she had held out longer, passing out only after Jennifer did.

Kathleen would personally chalk it up as a victory in the annals of their ongoing struggle, but for now she just wanted to get out of here and go home to lick her many wounds.

She grasped Jennifer gingerly by the shoulders and pushed, rolling the redhead to the left as she did so. Sticky bits of welded skin peeled apart, patches of dried perspiration pulling apart inch by inch, until their sleek nude shapes fully segregated and Jennifer rested on her back, still blissfully unaware of her situation.

Kathleen convalesced for a moment, and looked over at the prone, unconscious redhead lying next to her. Kathleen gritted her teeth, then slowly rolled to her left and onto Jennifer, the brunette now straddling the redhead's waist, weight resting on her shins as Kathleen hunkered down atop her adversary. Jennifer remained comatose as Kathleen slowly clutched her hands about the redhead's vulnerable neck and began to squeeze softly, the brunette rocking back and forth on her victim's body as she began strangling her hated adversary.

There was no rhyme or reason for Kathleen's attack, when she could easily count today as a win and just walk away from the fight. Emotion overrode rationality, however, and after being battered so many times today by the redhead, she wanted to pay back some of the hurt she had received. The brunette scowled hatefully at her helpless prey as she continue to choke Jennifer, watched the colorless nails of her thumbs press into the yielding throat ...

Suddenly there was a seeming gasp from the redhead, and Kathleen released her grip and scuttled off of her opponent to sit down by the side of the house. She didn't know if it was some kind of unconscious, reflexive action on Jennifer's part, or a sign from somewhere not to continue choking a foe who couldn't fight back—but suddenly Kathleen felt exhausted. She could now see Jennifer's ample chest rising and falling slightly, and the redhead still appeared to be out—were her eyelids fluttering?—but seemingly no worse for wear at having been briefly strangled by the brunette.

Fine, thought Kathleen to herself. We'll finish this some other time. I want her to see it coming, anyway, if I ever do finish her off.
Better to just let sleeping sluts lie ...

The brunette managed to crawl on hands and knees toward the small stone steps ahead of her. She rose, shaking, to her bare feet before pausing in front of the sliding glass doors at the back of the house. She convalesced for long moments, sucking in sweet lungfuls of breath, unsure of how long she had been unconscious. She just wanted to get a drink of water, collect her clothes, and then depart this place. Behind her, green eyes fluttered open and rotated upwards ...

Finishing her recuperation a minute later, Kathleen stepped up onto the landing, pushed the doors open slowly, and had barely gotten one bare foot into the house when she felt abject pain unexpectedly collect in her bare breasts again, just like it had earlier today when the morning was new and fresh and unsullied.

"We're not finished yet," snarled a familiar, hateful voice from behind her. "You don't just choke me and walk away, bitch!"

Jennifer had arisen from her own unconscious state on the patio, apparently awoken by Kathleen's impromptu chokehold, and then stealthily crept up behind the oblivious brunette as Kathleen recovered. The redhead had then reached in front of her foe to latch onto Kathleen's breasts with both hands, and once her long fingers had found their hold, they began squeezing with all the redhead's strength. She crushed Kathleen's gems as the brunette cried out in anguish and held onto the door frames with both hands, her own long arms spread wide as she suffered.

Kathleen was trapped. She shut her brown eyes and gritted her white teeth to try and ward off some of the agony, as she began to fumble at Jennifer's greedy hands and tried to displace their hold. Her bare feet, once planted firmly on the floor, shuffled about as Kathleen tried to dance out of her rival's steely grasp—but the redhead only held on and squeezed all the harder, her own green eyes flitting about as she licked her red lips, framing an absolutely wicked white smile as the two women struggled onto the sand-colored linoleum kitchen floor.

It was just as it had been at the start of the fight, although they had been facing each other then. Jennifer had initiated hostilities, leaping forward to seize Kathleen's breasts and squeeze them hard. Now the redhead was doing it again, and the brunette was in agony once more.

Jennifer reveled in Kathleen's squeals as the brunette grasped the redhead's wrists as best she could and tried to pry those gripping hands loose. Again it was to no avail, and Jennifer couldn't resist needling her longtime opponent once more.

"You started this fight, but I'm gonna finish it!" she chided in her usual mocking tone of voice, one that she had employed ever since the two women had first fought each other.

****

The redhead sank her steely fingers even deeper into the soft flesh of the brunette's sensitive breasts, intensifying Kathleen's agony, until Kathleen twisted slightly to the side and launched an elbow backwards that slammed off the side of Jennifer's skull and made the redhead let go.

The brunette shot a few steps forward, to make sure she was clear of her opponent. She turned angrily to face her longtime foe and immediately rushed at the redhead—but too late she realized she had counterattacked too quickly. Before the brunette could reach the redhead, Jennifer suddenly lashed out with the heel of her left hand and caught Kathleen square on the chin. The blow stunned the brunette, long enough for Jennifer to reach out with her long arms and strong hands once more and catch Kathleen by the throat.

Kathleen cried out as once again Jennifer one-upped her. She cursed herself for not being fast enough to ward off what she knew would be coming—but the redhead had simply been too quick for the brunette, and had again maneuvered Kathleen right where she had wanted her. Greedy, powerful hands now fully encircled the brunette’s slender neck, as Jennifer began squeezing once more with all her strength, bony thumbs stabbing deep into Kathleen's windpipe and choking off her air supply for yet a third time today, as the redhead forced the brunette backwards and then bent her bodily at the waist and over the sink.

"Urrkk," was all Kathleen could get out before her body was wracked with coughing spasms.

Jenn's hands tightened relentlessly about Kathleen's throat for what seemed like the hundredth time in all the brutal encounters so far between the two women. Kathleen instinctively squeezed her own hands about Jennifer's wrists, trying to break the redhead's grip—but Jennifer only bore down harder with all her might, thumbs stabbing deeper into the brunette's windpipe, trying to strangle her lifeless. Just she like had twice before today, choking Kathleen over the patio table with both hands, and then up against the house itself, before the two battling beauties had ultimately managed to smother one another out cold.

"Got you now, bitch," sneered the redhead evilly. "This how you choke someone!"

Kathleen grimaced, wanting to tell Jennifer to shut the hell up—but her only vocal reply was more coughing, as she continued to futilely try and pry away those terrible hands that were again crushing her neck. She tugged and pulled in vain, as she continued to be forced downwards and stared up into her attacker's snarling countenance. Jennifer's green eyes were blazing and her white teeth grinding together as she punished Kathleen, even shaking her adversary up and down slightly as she strangled her, powerful hands clutching the highly-vulnerable throat.

The brunette's eyes fluttered, and her head began to swim as she coughed once more, a dry, desperate, hollow sound, before her tongue lolled out of the corner of her mouth.

And still her tormentor continued to taunt her.

"Did you ever think it would end like this?" teased Jennifer as she kneaded her bony thumbs deep into Kathleen's throat, and coiled her steely fingers in tighter on the back of the brunette's neck.

"Ever think you life would end in the grip of another woman?" added Jenn scornfully. "A stronger, tougher woman? A better-looking, better-built woman, who was simply better than you in every single way?"

Jenn paused for effect, letting the words sink in for both beauties, and smiled sadistically once more.

"Well, today's that day," finished the redhead pitilessly.

That final taunt seemed to galvanize Kathleen, who had been struggling to break free, hands tugging futilely about Jenn's wrists. Desperate to escape now, the brunette sneered and reached up with both hands to squeeze them about Jennifer's hanging breasts. The redhead squealed, releasing one hand to claw away at the greedy hands now crushing her chest, the other still tightening about Kathleen's throat. That allowed Kathleen some leverage, as she forced herself upwards from her untenable position, grasping one of Jenn's shoulders and then the other for support even as she continued to be choked with one hand.

Nearly upright now, the brunette fired back with a series of devastating punches, alternating lefts and rights that slammed heavily into either side of Jennifer's jaw and cheekbones and sent the redhead recoiling with each blow. For good measure Kathleen tossed in a few body blows, knuckles slamming several times into Jenn's ribs, breasts and gut, until finally a roundhouse right from the brunette belted Jenn in the cheek, broke the redhead's final choking grip, and slammed her back into a cabinet adjacent to the kitchen counter.

"How'd you like that, whore?" growled Kathleen hoarsely from her sore throat.

The two combatants convalesced for long moments, Kathleen clutching and massaging her raw windpipe, Jennifer rubbing her own aching jaw and cheek. All the while the two gorgeous nudes glared hatefully at one another, eager to quickly recover and renew their long-simmering hostilities.

****

Glowering at each other, with eyes like daggers, the two bare-skinned beauties lunged at one another in the middle of the empty kitchen with their bare hands outstretched. They latched onto each other's throats with their powerful hands and started squeezing, and were soon stalemated in a mutual stranglehold. Pained coughs and horrid gasps soon punctuated the midday air as the two combatants tried to choke each other unconscious—or worse—as their fingers crushed each other's necks, their thumbs stabbed hard into one another's windpipes.

As the room began to spin about both battlers' heads from their lack of oxygen, they stared deeply into one another's agonized eyes and realized neither of them could win their battle this way, although they could both definitely lose. Moments later they begrudgingly broke off their individual chokes and then leaned back against wooden counters on opposite sides of the kitchen to catch their breath, hands massaging their tortured throats, eyes locked in mutual hate.

It wasn't very long before they came together once more in a clutch of hateful feminine flesh, grasping one another savagely in terrible, painful holds, as each woman sought to gain an unbeatable advantage over her despised rival and perhaps even wrest the very life from her.

Kathleen wound her long, powerful arms about Jennifer's upper body and tried to force her ample chest into the redhead's face in an attempt to breast-smother her a second time, the brunette's long brown hair twisting into her face as she struggled against her opponent. It was Jennifer, though, who gained the upper hand, literally, as she stunned Kathleen with a short but hard left jab to the chin that made the brunette see stars, just like she had before in the backyard. Taking advantage of the situation, Jenn then managed to plaster her right hand over Kathleen's mouth and curtail the brunette's breathing, with the edge of her hand pressed up tight against Kathleen's nostrils.

The brunette's eyes flared at her sudden lack of breath, but dazed as she was she still set about to quickly remedy the situation. She grasped Jennifer's wrist with her left hand and tried to pull the redhead's hand off her mouth, even as she continued to wrap her right arm about Jennifer's head and neck and force Jenn's face into her waiting breasts, just as she had on the patio less than an hour ago. The redhead, though, was working to stave off that scenario by entangling the fingers of her left hand in the curls of Kathleen's dark brown hair and pulling hard.

Kathleen's cry was muffled by the all-encompassing softness of Jennifer's palm, and the brunette began to pull harder now at the redhead's wrist, trying to free herself as her oxygen supply began to run out once more. Her head began to swim, and she found it difficult to focus on anything except the repetitive tugging motion of her left arm and hand as she struggled to breathe. The back of her skull burned as her enemy pulled just as hard herself, cruel fingers tightening their hold in the brunette's silky locks.

Jennifer had tried to smother Kathleen with her hands earlier in the fight, before she had later pinned Kathleen to the ground and sealed off her breathing passages with her all-encompassing hands. Just like at the start of the fight, Jennifer had leaped forward to clamp one hand over Kathleen's mouth and pinch her enemy's nose shut with the other, but the brunette had managed to punch her way free before the redhead could really set about suffocating her foe.

Jennifer now began to pull Kathleen down by the head towards the kitchen floor, right hand still clamped tight over the brunette's mouth, as Kathleen offered merely token resistance. Much of her strength had been sapped by her lack of breath, and after Jenn managed to slam her knee astride one of Kathleen's in a move that momentarily staggered the brunette, she all but let her long-time rival force her down onto her back on the kitchen floor.

Jennifer then knelt over the prone Kathleen, the redhead now straddling the brunette's waist and continuing to smother the life out of her, with Jenn now using both hands to brutally hand-suffocate her hated opponent and speed up Kath's demise.

Kathleen couldn’t breathe, not with Jennifer’s greedy hands once again cloyingly plastered over her breathing passages. Jenn's right hand had formed a perfect seal over Kathleen’s mouth, with her thumb now hooked wickedly under Kathleen’s chin and into the soft part of the brunette’s lower jaw for leverage. The redhead had also simultaneously employed the thumb and first two fingers of her left hand to pinch Kathleen’s nostrils and squeeze them shut, cutting off the brunette's breath entirely.

Smothering me, thought Kathleen to herself, even as she struggled to maintain her slipping consciousness. Can’t breathe ... guess she ... might finally … do me in…

****

Kathleen clutched Jennifer's wrists, trying to break the redhead's tenacious, tenuous hold, but her efforts were again in vain. Only the brunette's long brown hair, tense forehead, and brown eyes shut tight in anguish were visible beneath the two hands cemented tight over her breathing passages. Kathleen pulled and tugged with all her flagging strength, mouth dry and lungs burning within her ample chest, but her opponent held fast.

It was just like before in the backyard, where Jennifer had been smothering Kathleen with her saliva-drenched hands before Kathleen had used her long legs to leverage herself out of her tormentor's grasp. Now, though, with the redhead sitting on top of her, the brunette's sleek, tapered legs were out of the equation.

Jennifer for her part simply leered evilly as she admired her literal handiwork, strong hands suffocating the very life out of her despised rival, hand clamping off Kathleen's mouth, fingers sealing the brunette's nose completely closed while twisting it back and forth every now and then. Just a minute or two more was all the redhead needed ...

"Smother, slut," sneered Jenn derisively, perhaps driving home the fact she could see no way out for her hated foe.

"Suffer. Smother. Suffocate."

The redhead then pressed and pinched hard as she could with both hands, determined to wring out Kathleen's life. Her victim again squeezed her tormentor's wrists ineffectually, as the blackness began to close in on the fading brunette.

"Mmpphh," was all Kathleen could get out, and inwardly she cursed herself for using up even that small bit of fading breath.

She could barely feel her thumbs alongside the base of Jennifer's wrists, when an idea suddenly sparked in her hazy mind. Her last idea, if it didn't work.

Jennifer giggled with delight as she could see Kathleen going under for good—and then howled in anguish as she felt a sharp, piercing agony in the underside of her wrists. In a final effort, Kathleen had stabbed her short but sharp thumbnails into Jennifer's flesh, right where the wrist met the heel of the hand. The sudden shock softened Jenn's grip just long enough for Kathleen to pull those all-enveloping hands off of her face and allow her to breathe again. She crushed the back of Jennifer's wrists with her fingers as she powered her attacker's hands away, Kathleen's clear, spiky thumbnails still pressing hard into Jennifer's yielding wrists.

"Bitch!" cried the redhead, who tried to twist out of her rival's grasp but failed in the attempt.

Kathleen wished her long, lethal legs were free so that she could have slid them about Jenn's waist and squeezed the redhead in a devastating body scissors—but the other woman was still solidly atop her opponent, and the brunette didn't have enough strength left to buck the redhead off. Kathleen instead began to turn slowly towards her left, still holding onto her prey even as Jenn began flailing her arms, trying to twist free. Kathleen finally leveraged the redhead onto her right side, and now the brunette had raised Jennifer's hands and arms up near her scarlet head.

Kathleen's trim waist, though, was now positioned between the redhead's equally long and shapely legs, and Jennifer still had enough presence of mind to lock the ankles of her bare feet together and begin scissoring the brunette, almost as if she had read Kathleen's mind. Between Kathleen's arms and Jennifer's legs, the two battling naked beauties were once again stalemated ...

Jenn squeezed her legs about Kathleen, who clenched her teeth against this new anguish, even as she kept crushing Jenn's wrists in her own strong hands. Jennifer grimaced herself, but a slight smile colored her lips through her own pain.

"Guess you've ... got me, honey," mocked the redhead. "Thing is ... what can you ... do to me?"

As if on cue, Jennifer then locked her ankles tighter, further constricting Kathleen's trim waist between her long, athletic legs. Kathleen continued holding Jennifer's hands at bay, now pushing them up past Jennifer's head. The dark-haired lovely grimaced once more, a small moan emanating from her lips, just before a particularly wicked grin began to spread across her face.

"Just this, bitch," she replied coolly.

Faster than the redhead could react, the brunette suddenly released her grips, snaked her clawing fingers about her adversary's soft throat, and squeezed, thumbs pressing deep into the redhead's trachea. Jennifer gagged and squeezed her legs tighter about Kathleen even as she clutched her challenger's wrists, the redhead exhaling in shallow gasps as she began to be bare-handedly strangled.

Kathleen, though, let her enemy have it—and hear it.

"Guess I've got you instead," she chided despite her own pain, eyes dancing, lips almost drooling with pure joy. "Question is, sweetie, what can you do now?"

***

Kathleen snarled as she squeezed the air from her hated opponent, the brunette working her thumbs expertly into the soft folds of her victim's throat. She watched Jenn twist and turn, gag and gasp as she sought escape in vain, her hands tightening futilely about Kathleen's slender wrists as the brunette poured it on, Kath squeezing with all her strength as Jennifer began to cough horribly. She groped and clawed at her tormentor's face with one hand while still trying to pry Kathleen's fingers loose with the other, but her efforts were doomed as the brunette rolled on top of the redhead and effectively pinned her to the floor, Kathleen's teeth clenched in single-minded determination.

Kathleen then flattened herself out against her foe, four fabulous breasts now pancaking together beautifully, the brunette ignoring the long legs still constricting up and about her waist, albeit more weakly now as the redhead began to fade in her rival's grasp. Kathleen only hastened her enemy’s demise as she slammed the back of Jennifer's skull against the linoleum, once, twice, three times.

Jennifer's hands soon fell away from Kathleen's face and wrists, her long slender arms splayed out wearily to the sides, and her even longer legs settled to the floor as she resigned herself to defeat, consciousness fading fast.

Kathleen for her part kept choking her longtime rival mercilessly. Her angry and determined face, complete with blazing eyes and gritted teeth, was now right up in the eyes closed, mouth agape, almost unconscious countenance of her enemy. Kathleen squeezed for several more moments, watched her thumbs make deep, ugly depressions in the redhead's windpipe, as she made short, savage thrusts with her arms and hands, muscles knotting and tensing in her forearms, until she was satisfied that she had all but choked the fight from her hated foe.

Kathleen could see the redhead still breathing, however, even as Jenn lay there helpless, arms and legs akimbo, and she decided Jennifer needed to be punished more thoroughly. Detaching her hands from about Jennifer's throat, Kathleen continued to lie flat against her foe as she interlaced her fingers and then webbed her hands over the redhead’s nose and mouth. The redhead’s green eyes flared slightly as her air supply was again cut off, but she was too beaten to resist. For long moments the brunette continued to press her palms over her opponent's breathing passages and smother the redhead, who could only turn her head weakly from side to side as she suffered in her adversary's hold, her strength all but spent.

A sinister smile then creased Kathleen's features as she thought of a proper finishing move for this fight that she had now all but won, and she decided to use a modification of her earlier maneuver from their outdoors struggle. Releasing Jenn's face out from under her hands, Kathleen let the redhead sink back against the floor before the brunette shimmied her sleek, naked body up along her opponent's slender nude form until the brunette's pear-shaped breasts were directly in line with the redhead's face.

Reaching around the back of Jenn's head to entangle her long fingers in those scarlet locks, Kathleen then slowly and deliberately pressed her bare chest full into Jenn's face, completely obscuring her foe's mouth and chin, and all but her forehead, eyes and the bridge of her nose.

Her position established, Kathleen then began to grind her soft but firm breasts against Jennifer's face, cutting off Jenn's oxygen again and smothering the redhead, whose eyes widened briefly but then closed up again almost immediately.

The two women lay this way for the next few moments, Kathleen grinding and mashing away with her rubbery breasts full in Jenn's face, fingers tightening in Jenn's scalp as the huntress suffocated her hapless prey, the redhead lying there flat on the floor, offering absolutely no resistance to the assault she was undergoing.

The humiliation continued for long, drawn-out moments, the only perceptible motion Kathleen's rocking back-and-forth on Jennifer's face with her full breasts. The one-sided bout continued this way, Kathleen smothering away with everything she had left, until finally the brunette gave a long, languid gasp and lifted herself up slightly to see that she had indeed rendered the redhead completely out cold.

Kathleen then sat up on her knees, straddling Jennifer's waist, a satisfied smile now coloring her lips as she stared down at her beaten opponent, Jenn's large chest rising and falling ever so slightly in her tranquil, defeated state.

"Better woman, my ass," sneered the brunette as she ran a hand through her damp, matted hair.

Kathleen's smile grew even larger now, two rows of white teeth glistening in the afternoon air, before she looked down at her own ample chest and cupped those soft breasts of hers in both hands.

"Good work, girls," she intoned before raising her gaze back towards her enemy.

"That's two wins today, bitch," stated Kathleen matter-of-factly, whether Jennifer could hear her or not. The brunette then raised her left hand in a victory sign that signified her two triumphs that day over the redhead, even if the first had been a fleeting decision.

Kathleen stared down at her unresponsive victim, not that she expected Jennifer to respond—but more importantly, stared down at the redhead's large, round, firm white breasts. She thought of reaching out and squeezing them in her hands, torturing the soft creamy flesh between her greedy fingers ...

Entranced, Kathleen reached out gingerly with her right hand to cup Jennifer's left breast at its base, where the underlying skin from the lower round edge met the rest of the chest, licking her lips as she did so. She reached around and draped her left arm behind Jennifer's shoulders, then lowered her head, sealed her mouth over the areolae, and began sucking that breast for all it was worth.

****

Kathleen's eyes were shut tight as she sucked the whole of Jennifer's left breast, the completely naked brunette straddling her equally bare-skinned opponent on the kitchen floor of the redhead's home after breast-smothering her foe unconscious, following a pair of no holds barred nude catfights.

Kathleen sucked away sensually, pausing sometimes to lick or chew on Jennifer’s erect left nipple, as the redhead barely stirred at the erotic attention she was receiving, albeit unbeknownst to her in her comatose state. Kathleen knelt over her opponent, enjoying herself at Jennifer’s swelled chest, switching from the left breast to the right and back again, hand squeezing the breast she was working on orally while the fingers of her free hand caressed and pinched the nipple of the opposite breast all the while. Once in awhile she even ran her fingers across Jennifer's face and lips, but the redhead didn't even move.

The impromptu breast worship continued for what seemed like the rest of the afternoon, Kathleen seemingly in ecstasy as Jennifer offered no resistance or response. Finally the brunette sat up contentedly, licking her lips, as she stared down again at Jennifer and the redhead’s fabulous breasts, hard-pointed nipples still wet with Kathleen’s saliva. The brunette wished her own mounds were as perfectly-shaped as the redhead’s—but they sufficed for Kathleen’s needs. Twice today they had powered her to victory by smothering the redhead senseless, even if there was still some tenderness at having them squeezed pitilessly by Jennifer’s hands on several occasions during their woman-to-woman combat.

Well, I guess that satisfies my latent lesbian tendencies, quipped Kathleen to herself. She may have better breasts than me—but then, I’ve got better legs, as she looked down contentedly at her long, shapely, athletic limbs, and smiled again. The brunette stood up gingerly, needing more time than usual to rise after enduring such a punishing battle, and then leaned back against the kitchen counter for support, one long leg crossed in front of the other. She folded her arms across her ample chest and smiled down at her victim, Jennifer still blissfully unaware of both her defeat and her subsequent post-fight physical idolization.

Kathleen looked down with more than a small bit of satisfaction at the purple bruises that now colored Jennifer’s alabaster throat, the area where Kathleen’s strong hands had squeezed mercilessly just minutes ago. She winced slightly when she brushed her fingertips against her own neck, now likely stained with similarly-colored contusions in the spots where Jennifer’s hands had tightened relentlessly about the brunette’s own exposed throat several times today beginning in the backyard.

Small price to pay for beating the bitch, thought Kathleen. And it’ll be worth whatever it takes for me to beat her again in the future.

She realized today didn’t mark the end of their rivalry, particularly not for the redhead, whose back-to-back losses would surely only fuel her fire for revenge. Kathleen knew that one day one of the two women would likely meet her fate at the hands of the other, whether they squeezed savagely about a slender neck, or expertly sealed off a nose and mouth—but that was a worry for another time.

Kathleen knew she had to collect her clothes and head home before too long, and before Jennifer awoke, not that she was afraid of that event or of the other woman. For now, the brunette just wanted to savor her twin victories and relax. She stood up straight, and bound her brown tresses up with a rubber band she had found on the counter, before stepping over towards Jennifer and resting a bare foot on the redhead's tight, trim stomach. She then set her hands defiantly on her hips, and smiled—a grin of complete, unadulterated joy as she looked down once more at her handiwork.

And Kathleen smiled even wider.

This was getting to be fun.

END