Petri's Writings: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 4

She felt an animal growl issuing from Kristin’s dark lips and Kristin’s panting breath hot against hers as the other brunette’s body coiled tightly against hers in the dark. The sight of Kristin’s gorgeous face filling her range of vision, eyes wide with hate and excitement had Alex’s pulse racing and her own breathing matching the ragged, hyperventilating gasps coming from her new enemy. Both girls rammed short, vicious punches into each other’s bare flanks, grunting and panting in growing exhaustion as each tried to pour all her hate and stamina into the fight. As Kristin pinned her against the wall, Alex felt a flash of panic and shame, her large eyes darting past Kristin’s leering face to the dim shadows of onlookers watching the tussle. Was she strong enough? Tough enough to hold her own against Kirstin Colt?

She could see a flicker of hesitation and doubt crossing Kristin’s face too. She knew Kristin had been in other fights just like Alex had, but all her previous little scuffles were nothing compared to this vicious, unexpected bar fight. If she was taking it to Kristin enough to frighten her even for a second, Alex felt she had something to be proud of…

As she squirmed against Kristin’s body the raw sensation of the other woman’s firm flesh and muscle flexing and pressing against her own felt overwhelming. The tight tank top and yoga pants were like a second skin, transmitting and magnifying every flick and twitch of muscle and bone against her body until she felt like she knew every inch, every curve and contour of the raven-haired young woman battling her. Kristin’s chest and those perky C-cup breasts she sported jammed and jolted against Alex’s boobs, tightly packed as they were inside her halter, making them tingle and throb with sensation as gravity and another woman’s firm bustline tugged and pounded at them. Kristin’s taut, bare abs smacked and clenched against Alex’s as each seemed eager to demonstrate how flat and toned her belly was compared to her rival’s, and both pairs of lean, muscular thighs slid and gripped at one another, black lycra sliding and tugging against black lycra in the darkness as their legs wrestled one another for control and dominance.

Kristin’s ragged, panting breathing seemed to be reaching a fever pitch as she yanked Alex’s hair with one hand and punched and slapped at her twitching waist and pelvis with the other, and Alex gasped and hissed too in growing effort and excitement as she felt out the rival brunette’s weaknesses and soft spots, shivering as she felt Kristin’s body respond to her blows.

I’ve almost beat her, she thought to herself desperately. I can beat her out tonight, once and for all…right here…right now…

Her gorgeous blue eyes ate up Kristin’s face, ate up the raven-haired tough girl’s piercing brown eyes as the two women writhed and clenched against each other, grunting and moaning as they traded attacks in close, intimate combat. Then suddenly Alex felt Kristin’s hand reaching down to clutch at her spread upper thighs, forcing her body to twitch at the other woman’s invasive touch. She saw Kristin’s eyes widen in growing excitement, her hot little gash of a mouth twisting in spite as her hand suddenly clamped down on Alex’s crotch through the taut fabric of her yoga pants and the black panties beneath them. Alex bucked and moaned against the wall behind her as Kristin consolidated her merciless hold on Alex’s crotch. The raven-haired woman edged her middle finger into the cleft between Alex’s vulva, forcing itself upward until the crotch of her panties and yoga pants was now invading her sex, splitting her overheated labia.

Something inside Alex exploded and she felt her gyrating ass sliding down against the warm painted brick of the hallway wall until her butt hit the floor, even as Kristin loomed above her, one hand still tearing Alex’s dark hair as she stared upward at her brunette tormentor. Kristin’s black-clad thighs were spread, and Alex managed to jab her fist upward directly into the other brunette’s exposed crotch, forcing a grunt out of Kristin—but her leverage wasn’t enough to make the blow decisive, and Kristin quickly turned sideways to fend off any further attacks as she yanked at Alex’s hair.

Alex recoiled as the dominant brunette began to rain open-handed slaps across her face, futilely trying to fend off the blows as Kristin leaned downward in a cruel, dominant pose and sneered at her.

“Don’t you ever show your fucking face here again!” the other brunette thundered at her, her low, gravelly voice rising above the din of onlookers and music in the dive bar.

Alex had limped out of the bar in shame that night, fleeing Buford for California not long afterward. She had gotten incredibly lucky in Los Angeles, landing an agent and some TV appearances only a few months after her arrival. After that she was busy enough to leave thoughts of her hometown life behind. She’d shaken off the memories of attending high school alongside Kristin and focused on the future rather than the past…until her family had finally convinced her to make this holiday visit. She’d skulked around town avoiding the local hot spots, always nervous that she might encounter Kristin or someone who knew her and could alert Kristin that Alex was in town. But it wasn’t long before her arrival caused a buzz and a few people on the street recognized her, as much from her TV appearances as her former life in Buford.

Maybe Kristin already knew, Alex thought, glancing at her phone in irritation as she stood in the long line to get into Banger’s. There was no way to confirm the threatening text was from Kristin Colt. Alex had lost track of Kristin’s phone number years ago, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t pissed off other people in Buford—other people who might want to hang out at Banger’s on a New Year’s Eve. The bar had a reputation for its New Year’s Eve blowouts, and the last one Alex had attended had been a doozy. This night looked like it was drawing an even bigger crowd and, as Alex pushed her way inside, she quickly shrugged out of her jacket to adjust to the dense dry heat generated by the bar’s furnace and hundreds of warm bodies.

Alex returned to the place where all her anxieties and worries came from.