Ann gazed up into the blonde’s beautiful face. The more she stared, the less she tried to hide. She knew their first fight had changed her. At first she didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to admit her feelings about this other woman; but she realized she no longer cared. She knew how ridiculous her infatuation sounded, but she could no longer hide her feelings.
The two women kissed gently, not yet able to fully comprehend their emotions. Audree rolled onto her side, letting Ann look into her eyes on an equal plane. They kissed passionately without a shred of anger; something they hadn’t yet experienced together. The feeling was much more enjoyable than their heated combat, and in an instant the storm within their breasts was soothed.
“Let’s…bathe.” Audree whispered hesitantly. “There’s a bathtub in the other room. I think we’ll be more comfortable there.”
“Sounds good to me.” the redhead agreed. Even after everything they had done to one another, Ann was almost excited. She was ready to see how good the other woman really was. Not just at sex; at making love.
As the bath began to fill, Audree and Ann gazed into one another’s eyes. They moved their faces closer silently, until plush girl lips gently touched plush girl lips. They kissed softly, passionately; then opened their mouths wide and began lapping at one another’s tongue.
For the first time that night, the two women closed their eyes together. They conveyed every message of lust, every apology through their bodies and tongues. Their hands caressed one another’s tender breasts, as if trying to erase the pain each had caused to the other.
They climbed into the tub as one, both breathing a sigh of relief as the warm water washed over their sore bodies. The touch of one another’s flesh against each other’s skin no longer felt like an enemy’s; it felt like a friend’s.
They matched their pussies together, gently caressing their sexual organs together beneath the water. The redhead and the blonde moaned in unison, each letting the emotions wash over her. They helped one another to a sitting position as best they could in the small tub, and then kissed tenderly.
Audree and Ann cleansed one another’s body with their own until the water ran cold, washing away the sweat and the hatred and the pain. They stepped out of the water as if their previous battles never happened, gazing into each other’s eyes with a gentleness they had never showed to one another.
They dried one another off, caressing one another’s bodies like true lovers. When Ann glanced back towards the bedroom, Audree smiled. She led the other woman to the bed, and they fell against the sheets together.
Each woman gazed into the other’s eyes tenderly. Audree placed the palm of her hand against the redhead’s cheek, and the two women allowed their lips to fold into one another. They wrapped their arms tightly around one another’s bodies, as if to protect each other from further pain.
They kissed, bodies moving as one. They held on tightly, unwilling to let go. They closed their eyes, willing away one another’s pain; and their bodies melted together into heavenly bliss as they made love once again.
The Perfect Gift
It was mid-December. The sky had been grey all afternoon, threatening the first snowfall of the month. The air was cold, but the flames of hatred burned hot within Melodie’s breast as she watched her husband, Anthony, sitting with another woman outside Sugar’s Coffee Shop.
Sugar’s was situated amongst a small line of shops that ran along both sides of Main Street. It consisted of a primarily female staff, and catered (although discretely) to the superficial tastes of men. The woman Anthony sat with, however, didn’t seem to belong to the shop.
Melodie glanced over the open newspaper she was using to conceal herself and gave the woman the once over. She was pretty, sure; about the same height and build as herself. She had long, walnut colored hair, about the same length as Melodie’s black. She scoffed silently, trying to convince herself this other woman didn’t have her fire; but something inside of her wasn’t so sure.
A flare of anger shot through her body when she saw Anthony kiss the woman gently on the lips before standing and walking down the shopping district, away from Melodie and towards his car. She had suspected him of being unfaithful, and this little scene had confirmed her suspicions.
Melodie watched Anthony pull away, probably heading back towards that “meeting” he had said the Board of Directors called him for. Anthony worked at a business firm downtown, and Melodie had almost believed his stories, what with the holiday season in full bloom.
Melodie watched the other brunette woman stand and begin walking in her direction. She pulled the newspaper closer to her face, waiting until she had passed by. Melodie then stood, following close behind.
The other woman walked with confidence and pride; a pride Melodie was ready to smack out of her. The way her hips shook as she moved, placing one foot solidly in front of the other. Every jiggle angered Melodie more; all she needed was an opportunity to attack.
Eventually she saw a break in the chain of shops and seized her chance. She lunged towards her husband’s mistress, wrapping her hands tightly in the other woman’s hair and dragging her into the darkness of the alley.
“You stupid bitch!” Melodie hissed, slamming the other brunette bodily against the wall. Her enemy was quick though, stringing the fingers of her right hand through Melodie’s black hair tightly and shoving her left hand defensively against Melodie’s chest.
Melodie felt the woman’s fingers tighten slightly around her right breast. She felt her nipples harden immediately at the unexpected contact and returned the hold, pressing her left hand roughly against the woman’s tits.
For a second the two women simply stood against one another, glaring into each other’s eyes. Each was consciously aware of the other’s hand pressing firmly against her breasts, as well as the scent of their perfumes mixing around their bodies erotically.
“You must be Melodie,” the woman said, breaking the silence. “Anthony’s little slut wife.”
“Shut your whore mouth!” Melodie shot back. She felt the other woman’s fingers tighten around her stiffened nipple through the fabric of her sweater, and she responded in kind. She wasn’t about to let this bitch get the better of her.
“I’m Mahala.” the other woman offered. Experience had taught her that being on a first name basis with her enemy was the first step towards domination. Remaining anonymous may help retain a bit of mystery, but being outright revealed confidence and willpower. It helped establish a bond between rivals immediately; and led to a faster conflict.
The two brunettes glared into one another’s eyes with heated passion, kneading each other’s nipples like dough. It was a simple contest really, and one that would never really reveal the dominant female while they were still clothed; yet it was a contest neither was willing to surrender.
After nearly a full minute of battling in the shadows, Mahala leaned in close. Her long, pink tongue snaked out slowly from between her mouth, swiping gently across Melodie’s soft lips. She knew her rival didn’t want to surrender, and was curious to see how far Anthony’s wife was willing to go.
A small thrill of excitement shot through Mahala’s body when she felt Melodie’s tongue make contact with her own. The two brunettes twirled their tongues together in small, tight knots, and despite their animosity, it was difficult for the two warring women to not melt into each other’s mouths.
Melodie felt a sharp compression against her chest, catching her momentarily off-guard. Mahala seized her chance and spun off, sauntering back into the light before the other brunette could regain her composure.
Melodie was about to reach her hand out and take another grab at Mahala’s hair, but she was already out of reach. It wasn’t until the other woman had turned that Melodie noticed a feeling of discomfort inside her bra.
She checked around her to make sure no one was looking, then reached into her cleavage and pulled out a small piece of paper. She glanced over the words, making a mental note o
f each scrawled letter. It held a simple message, but one that sent a thrill of emotions passing through her body.
Windsor Apartments
Room 106. 7:30
See you there, bitch.
Melodie was painfully aware of a small, wet spot that had begun to soak through her panties. Her little tongue wrestling match with Mahala had already begun to arouse her; despite her hatred she wanted more.
She made arrangements, sending Anthony a text message saying she wouldn’t be in that night. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold her composure with him through a phone call; besides, she wanted to deal with this bitch first before confronting her husband. Afterwards, she turned off her phone, so that no one could interrupt her thoughts or change her mind.
The hours seemed like days, but as the sun began to descend behind the horizon Melodie set on her way. It was a short drive to the apartment complex; and despite herself she was excited for the competition.
The air was getting colder, and the wind stronger, when Melodie pulled into the parking lot. Melodie had stayed at Windsor Apartments for several years while in college. It was situated in a nice, fairly quiet neighborhood; but she had a sense that the silence was about to be broken tonight.
Melodie didn’t need any directions to Mahala’s abode. Despite being referred to as a room, 106 was separated from the rest; about the size of a small house. Melodie hesitated before the door, just for a second, and then rang the doorbell.
The door opened almost immediately, as if Mahala had been waiting for her to arrive. For a second the two brunettes simply glared at each other through the doorway; then Mahala backed up just far enough for Melodie to enter.
As it stood, there was little need for words. Melodie turned on her heels as soon as the door was closed, ready for an attack; but none came. The other brunette smiled at her; a devilish smile, one filled with cunning and mischief. She motioned towards the couch. “Wouldn’t you like to get dressed first?”
Melodie’s eyes drifted to the sofa, where a lace, snow-white thong sat neatly along with a crimson, fur laced bra. She now realized that Mahala wore a matching set, albeit with a thong the color of ripe cherries.
“You can get changed in there.” Mahala stated, motioning towards the washroom at the back. Melodie grabbed the uniform, and was almost about to head to the room when she noticed the other brunette grinning at her. A flash of anger shot through Melodie’s being. This stupid little whore was testing her.
Melodie tore her sweater and jeans from her body, then stepped confidently out of her undergarments. She felt Mahala’s eyes gazing over her form as she donned the festive lingerie, and a single look into her rival’s eyes revealed she was impressed.
The two brunettes traced the curves of one another’s bodies, each admiring how well the sexy Santa costumes seemed to compliment the tone of the other’s flesh. The wind outside began to blow harder, as if responding to the animosity surrounding the two beautiful women. A small fire crackled from within the hearth, seemingly glowing even brighter; as if excited by the image of their gorgeous bodies.
“I’ve hidden a camera around here, just so you know.” Mahala hissed, glaring into the other woman’s eyes. “Once I’ve fucked you senseless, I’ll give the video to Anthony as a Christmas present. I’m sure he’ll enjoy the sight of his wife being dominated by another woman.”
“Slut!” Melodie retorted. “The only thing that camera’s going to see is me grinding your body into dust!” She held Mahala’s gaze defiantly, yet a faint feeling of uncertainty seemed to plague her confidence. She shook off the feeling immediately; she had to win, at all costs.
Mahala and Melodie approached each other slowly with both hands on their hips. They glared at each other as their bodies grew closer and closer. They slid their outfits together gently as their bodies slowly came against one another, grinding like two fetish models ready for the time of their lives. At last they met, giving a slight gasp as their breasts met one another for the first time.
Melodie and Mahala pressed body to body, glaring at each other in the middle of the room. The white fur of their tops rustled softly as the two women rotated their tits gently around and around, each trying to feel any weaknesses through the fabric of their bras.
Mahala shifted her eyes up towards the ceiling and Melodie followed her gaze; much to her surprise the two women were situated under a hanging of mistletoe. The two women brought their gazes back down, and Mahala eyed the raven haired beauty challengingly.
“You really want to start a kissing fight with me?” Melodie whispered. She pressed her face so close to Mahala’s that their lips almost touched. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, slut.”
“Come on then whore!” Mahala hissed back, closing the remaining distance between their faces. Their lips brushed together as they spoke, and it was all either of them could do to not plunge their tongues into one another’s mouth. “Let’s see what you’ve got…unless you’re afraid to find out why your husband came to me.”
“You little bitch…” Melodie retorted, shoving her lips roughly against Mahala’s. Mahala returned the pressure immediately, glaring defiantly into her enemy’s eyes.
The pressure continued to increase, but the two brunettes had yet to actually kiss. It wasn’t that they were hesitant or afraid, far from it. Both women were eager to begin their war, but they wanted to see who would surrender to their emotions first. It was a true battle of wills; and the air outside grew colder.
To the surprise of both, it was Melodie who caved in first; but just slightly. She closed her lips gently around Mahala’s bottom lip, pulling slightly before letting go. She came in for a second taste, but this time Mahala returned the favor, coating Melodie’s top lip with a thin film of saliva.
They kissed softly again and again like lovers; but their eyes were locked through half closed lashes, communicating nothing but disdain. As they say, Hell hath no wrath like a woman’s scorn; and as the crackling of the fire echoed from across the room the two women began their duel, to see whose scorn was to be more feared. Each knew there could be only one winner.
The kisses became more and more frequent as the duel wore on, each brunette tugging on the other’s lips with more and more ferocity. Their bodies pressed in tighter as their lips struggled to best one another, bare stomachs gliding across one another gently.
After nearly five minutes the two women broke apart slightly, glaring at one another with contempt. Their breath was already heavier than when they first met, but such innocent matching wasn’t going to help solve their problem.
“You’re not that bad, whore.” Mahala smiled, opening her mouth slightly. She whipped her tongue back and forth, just outside the boundaries of her lips. “Let’s see how good you really are with your tongue!”
Melodie responded silently, bringing her lips against Mahala’s once again. She opened her mouth as well, pressing her tongue tip to tip against the other brunette’s. The two women inched closer, flicking their tongues challengingly against one another, first sliding them up and down, then side to side.
Melodie and Mahala brought more and more of their open lips into contact, tongues sliding deeper and deeper into one another’s mouths. Their tongues rotated around and around, first softly, then harder, then soft again, each trying to entice the other into escalating their battle.
Their eyes remained locked, each willing herself not to succumb to the gentleness of the other. Melodie, despite her anger, was finding it difficult not to revert to her most tender emotions; but one glance into her opponent’s face revealed that she struggled against the same weakness.
Their bodies were pressed together lightly, and as their tongues wrestled softly within the confines of their lips the pressure increased slightly. Neither woman paid too much attention however; their focus was almost solely between their lips.
“You little whore!” Melodie hissed, finally breaking their gentle duel. She grabbed Mahala roughly by her dark bro
wn locks with both hands, cringing slightly as her enemy quickly took hold of her black tresses. With a mutual cry the two women forced their faces into vicious contact, open mouths finally sealing together with a wet sucking sound.
The two beautiful women began stumbling around the room as their battle began to escalate. Their tongues followed the intensity of the fight, knotting together so viciously that it was hard to tell where one woman ended and the other began.
The two brunettes moaned loudly through their fused lips, each woman aware of the desires beginning to kindle between their beautiful bodies. Their tongues struggled furiously, virtually raping one another’s mouths with determined vigor. Melodie’s amber eyes remained locked with Mahala’s hazel, each woman trying to focus their hatred into their mutual assault.
Both women continued to tongue-fuck for nearly ten minutes, their panting breath getting harder and harder with each passing second. Thin strands of saliva began forcing themselves out of their fused lips, neither woman allowing herself to surrender or pull away from their brutal war.
Without warning Melodie upped the ante, releasing her right hand from the other brunette’s hair and plunging it into Mahala’s panties. Mahala’s eyes widened in surprise, but accepted Melodies advancements without hesitation. The two women began to massage one another’s pussies viciously, sending waves of excitement and tinges of pleasure coursing through their loins; but their tongues never once broke contact.
Both women’s pussies were already wet from the excitement and arousal caused by matching tongue to tongue, and it wasn’t long before their hands were virtually covered in one another’s sweet liquid. Mahala’s middle finger found Melodie’s clit at exactly the same time she felt Melodie’s finger strike her own, and with a moan the women began their focus.
The pressure between the two battling beauties increased immediately as their most primal instincts began to take over. Despite their anger, despite their scorn, the two brunettes’ bodies screamed for release. Fingers fought against clits in a vicious test of willpower, each woman rubbing the other harder and faster as their struggle brought them closer to the prize.
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