Petri's Writings: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 3

In the dark haze of the bar, the face of Kristin Colt didn’t register right away. The rangy brunette was wearing a black top like Alex’s, her long, straight hair was a raven-stark black as well, perfectly framing her striking features, elegant eyebrows and dark, almond-shaped eyes, high cheekbones and a sultry gash of a mouth rimmed with lipstick so dark red it might almost have been black too. Alex felt those dark, piercing eyes targeting her almost before she saw Kristin’s face at the other end of the bar, looking up from an empty beer glass and hardening into a beautiful mask of hate.

Behind Kristin, at the other end of the bar, was the dark, crowded hallway that led to the tavern’s restrooms, crammed with irritable, impatient people. The only lighting back there was an emergency exit sign and in less crowded times that was often where couples—or enemies—slunk off to express themselves. Alex felt a chill even in the sweltering bar as Kristin’s eyes bored into hers and she returned the stare with her own icy, cerulean glare, her own features stiffening as she remembered the last time she saw that face.

Alex and Kristin had enjoyed a silent, simmering competition all through school and a few years after graduation. Maybe Kristin had been the first one of them to adopt a tough look; maybe she was example Alex had been following when she started drinking, smoking and acting out. Kristin seemed to have the ability to get into just enough trouble to make people wary of her without getting herself kicked out of school. She and Alex were both on the track team, both lean, efficient runners, and without ever speaking about it they had beaten each other back and forth in different races, and nothing got Alex’s competitive juices going more than the sight of Kristin’s muscular ass and long, bare legs pumping a few feet ahead of her on the track.

Well after high school, the two brunettes had aggravated one another in a little town that was never big enough for the both of them. By then Kristin had a fiancé, another troublemaker and a cute one, and one night Alex had bumped into him and with very little effort lured him into making out with her. As they went at it, Alex had realized that every ounce of pleasure she was getting out of it was in imagining how Kristin would react if she knew. She felt herself getting hotter as she flashed on Kirstin’s angry face in front of her, the other brunette’s mane of black hair curtaining off her range of vision, the other girl pressing against her…

The boy had managed to keep his mouth shut afterwards, and six months later she’d read that Kristin had gotten married to him. By then Alex had gone off to college, but a year later she’d returned one winter night much like this one and headed to Bangers to meet with her friends. Instead she’d run into Kristin back in that dark hallway of the bar.

The body language between the two women was unmistakable to anyone paying attention. Kristin leveled a murderous stare at her the minute she caught sight of Alexandra and the other brunette began pushing her way toward her. Alex felt a rush of adrenaline but stood her ground, refusing to be intimidated as Kristin approached.

“You cheap little whore!” the other brunette had snarled as she cornered Alex in the dark. Before she knew it Kristin was pummeling her, her bare, tawny arms flashing out against Alex as she instinctively blocked the incoming blows with her elbows and forearms.

“What the fuck?” she’d demanded in spite of herself, shoving back against the trim, athletic vixen assaulting her.

“I’ll fucking kill you!” was all Kristin’s gin-soaked, raw voice would say as she bore into Alex with murderous rage. Alex set her jaw and pressed back, her arms and legs lashing out in raw-boned fury against Kristin’s. She had spent at least a year or two idly wondering how strong Kristin was, and the sharp crack of the other woman’s muscle and bone against her own quickly provided an answer. But part of Alex had also wondered how she might respond should this secret grenade she’d planted ever go off and force a confrontation between the two of them. And now she found herself confidently, even eagerly matching blows and kicks with the thrashing brunette attacking her. In the dark hallway both girls’ black attire made their bodies seem to disappear into the shadows, leaving only their bare arms and shoulders, their necks and faces and the fleshy scoop of cleavage each girls’ black halter top showed off for each young woman to track and target. Alex grunted as she felt her yoga pants slide against Kristin’s, her knee knocking hard against one of Kristin’s, an elbow jam into Kristin’s sternum and Kristin’s open palm crack against Alex’s face.

A few onlookers followed the fight but in the crowded bar the action was lost on most of the clientele—no one was rushing in to stop it. As the two brunettes jabbed, smacked and slapped each managed to ram punches into each other’s bare midriffs, targeting cross country-toned ab muscles. Alex grunted as Kristin’s fist found her navel but her sweat-drenched face flashed with pride as her hard abs absorbed the blow, and as she forced Kristin backward her own fist sank into the other girl’s gut and managed to find a soft spot that forced a satisfying moan out of Kristin.

Kristin rushed her and the two lanky brunettes locked in a hateful embrace against the wall, their thighs gripping and locking, bodies crushing together in desperate intimacy in the darkness. Alex managed to grip Kristin’s soft, dark hair as their faces grimaced in hatred, forehead against forehead, and she felt her own soft mane tugged until her chin was against Kristin’s, her lush mouth snarling close to her rival’s.