The Andrea Chronicles: Chapter 1 Eve of Destruction
by Karl Butters

For years I have written stories about fictional characters (not counting story requests I did for other people). While a few characters were loosely based on people I knew, I always kept my personal life separate from my fantasy life. Recently, I decided to break from this and write about my wife, Andrea. My wife has always tolerated my catfight obsession and even allowed it to be a part of our foreplay, from time to time. Sometimes I would tell a story and let her fill in certain details along the way. Even though it isn't exactly her cup of tea, she has, on occasion, even came up with her own story. I thought it would be interesting, to me at least, to document some of our stories that I will call The Andrea Chronicles.
    For those that have read my previous stories, the star is usually a tall, shapely, almost superhero type woman. While Andrea is definitely my superhero, she is only 5'2 but is a shapely 120lbs. She has long blonde hair and a fair complexion. The 3 physicals qualities I noticed about her when we first met was her beautiful face, big breasts, especially for her size, and a full, shapely butt. She was actually interested in modeling, at one time, and has the face for it, but not the height or body type.  Andrea is not completely comfortable with her body. Even though she recognizes she has nice tits, she doesn't always like the attention they get from other men. Unlike many of the women in my stories, she does not appreciate guys checking out her body. While she knows she has a nice rack, Andrea thinks her butt is too big (what girl doesn't). I totally disagree. Andrea has a healthy, bubble butt that I think is perfect. She also has a narrow waist and flat tummy which makes her healthy ass and tits appear even more exceptional.
    Personality wise, Andrea has a fiery temper. If she was much bigger, she would be dangerous. She also has somewhat of a jealous streak, which makes introducing women into our sexy catfight stories tricky. In order to keep her in the mood, I have to assure her that, no matter how sexy the woman is in real life, Andrea is definitely my focus of the story. 
    The first story, in The Andrea Chronicles, is the first foreplay story I can remember us sharing. We were still in college at the time (actually now I'm a college instructor, still working on my doctorate, so I guess that hasn't really changed for me) and were also newlyweds. Her opponent was another college student named Eve. Eve worked at the campus bookstore and Andrea did not like her. Andrea thought Eve was overly friendly towards me, especially when she was around. Eve was a small brunette, around 5'0 105 lbs. or so. She had a decent face and body but wasn't in the same class as Andrea.
A good buddy of mine, named Shannon, and his wife were good friends with Eve. Shannon was a great friend and a bad influence at the same time. He was always trying to encourage Andrea, or any other woman we both knew, to get in a fight. Shannon is not into catfighting to the extent I am, but he could find pleasure in it. As a true friend, he also liked to encourage my sexual deviance. Shannon's true passion was women having sex with each other, but he could find enjoyment in sexy women interacting in most any way. It wouldn't surprise me if he jerked off while watching women's tennis. 
Shannon enjoyed telling Andrea about Eve flirting with me, often greatly embellishing the truth. He loved watching Andrea get fired up and, of course, I had to deal with the aftermath. Shannon the Troublemaker was the reason I thought of this story. I hope you like it as much as we (or at least I) did. 

Andrea vs Eve
    I was sitting at the computer one evening, working on a paper, when I heard agitated knocking at the front door. When I opened it, Eve immediately stepped inside.
    "Where's she at?" she screamed.
    "Where's who at," I asked, "Calm down and tell me who you're talking about."
    "I'm not going to calm down. Do you know what Shannon told me? Your wife invited my boyfriend Jake to go away together this weekend."
    "No way. I wouldn't believe everything Shannon tells you. Let's just calm down and talk about this."
    "It's too late to talk, I'm going to kick your wife's ass."
    "Just sit down on the couch for a moment. She's taking a shower right now, but when she gets out we'll talk about…" Eve didn't wait for me to finish. She took off, storming through the house. 
At the time, we lived in a really small house with only a handful of rooms. It wasn't hard for Eve to find Andrea. She was in the bathroom attached to our bedroom. Eve opened the shower door and grabbed Andrea by the hair. My wife went from dreamily rinsing off her steamy body, to being slung violently across the bathroom floor and into our bedroom. I debated breaking up the fight but thought better of it. Andrea was bigger and I was confident she could handle Eve. Besides, seeing my wife's naked body being flung about, I quickly went from being concerned to being aroused. 
    My wife had a look of complete shock on her face, as Eve continued the onslaught. The brunette pummeled my wife with her fist as she continued to yank on her hair. The blows rained down on Andrea's wet body making loud smacking sounds against her soft skin. My wife, at first stunned by the attack, didn't try to defend herself. When she finally realized she was in a fight, she struggled to develop a defensive strategy. With one hand she tried to wrench Eve's hand from her hair, with the other hand she tried to fend off Eve's punches. Neither was effective. When Eve finally let loose of her hair, Andrea tried to flee. Being on her hands and knees, she didn't get very far before Eve grabbed her left ankle. Caught in a semi-pushup position, with her right knee on the floor and left leg pulled back by Eve, my wife found herself in a vulnerable position. The brunette kicked her repeatedly. Though she was wearing soft-toed sneakers, she was still able to inflict severe agony to my wife's body, landing blows to her shapely thighs and lower abdomen. A couple of times, the toe of her shoe connected solidly against my wife's womanhood. Andrea squealed and moaned before finally slipping free. Eve grabbed her several more times but found difficult to maintain her grip on my wife's wet, soapy body. 
    Andrea eventually made it to her feet, but her situation did not improve any. Eve launched a barrage of punches at her. Andrea tried to hit back, but her punches were ineffective. Dazed from the sudden assault, my wife's jabs were inaccurate and weak. While Eve didn't appear to have a lot of power behind her strikes, they usually hit their mark. Being totally nude, my wife's curvy body was an easy target. Eve really went after Andrea's tits, her tiny fists smashing the plump breasts causing them to jiggle wildly. Andrea dropped her hands to protect her boobs. When she did, Eve launched an uppercut into Andrea's exposed lower belly. My wife's pretty mouth gasped open as she doubled over in pain. Then Eve socked her on the chin, sending Andrea on to the bed. Eve dived on top of her and the two began tussling on our mattress. 
    My wife was the stronger of the two and was able to mount the brunette and put her in a schoolgirl pin. Andrea did not maintain her dominate position long though. Her lush, heavy breasts were too inviting of a target, and Eve reached up and grabbed them, digging her nails deep into the soft, creamy mounds of flesh. Eve drove my wife onto her back, maintaining her torturous grip. My wife kicked her legs and her shapely body wriggled desperately, but Eve continued mauling her precious melons. When my beautiful blonde finally freed her plump breasts from Eve's claws, she rolled over onto her stomach to protect them from further abuse. 
    This presented a less sensitive but equally appealing target for Eve. Lying face down as she was, my wife's beautifully formed ass jutted upward invitingly. The pintsize brunette attacked it, slapping the soft curving flesh ferociously. Any thought of interfering and stopping my wife's abuse ended then. The idea of another woman spanking my wife had always been a real turn on for me. Hearing my wife's sexy squeals as Eve reddened her soft, pale flesh was very arousing. Andrea had no choice but to take it. If she rolled over, she would expose her sorely battered breasts. Eventually, Eve tired of abusing my wife.
    "You'd better not ever even speak to my man again," she said, as she slid off the bed, "Or next time it will be a lot worst."
    I let Eve see herself out, while I got into the bed and lay next to my wife. As I took her into my arms, she buried her face against my chest and began sobbing. Eventually, after the shock of her thrashing wore off, the sniveling turned to anger and then to thoughts of revenge. But that's a story for another day.

    This has always been my favorite story, maybe because it was our first. Andrea, initially, wasn't as crazy about it. She didn't like the idea of losing to someone she genuinely disliked, especially as badly as she lost. I, on the other hand, enjoyed the visual in my mind, of seeing her wet, vulnerable body being slapped and tossed around, especially by someone so petite. She did enjoy losing the fight a lot better, though, when I was kissing and massaging all of her "badly beaten" body.