The Collection (Volume 2): 5 More Tales of Erotic, Girl on Girl Lust (The Collections)

by Caitlyn Norrel

  Megan glanced over her shoulder as she opened the bathroom door, but their waitress was nowhere to be found, and the redhead began to wonder if she had gone home for the night. She watched Richard take his next shot, then took a step forward before facing around; and slammed chest first into the woman she had been scouring the area to find.

  Megan felt the soft sensation of Jaclyn’s breasts pressing against her own, and the feeling sent a shock running down her spine. For several seconds the two women just stood there, tit to tit, taking in one another’s sweet aroma in stunned silence. Their eyes were locked in an almost seductive challenge, each secretly wondering who would break the sensual contact first; but the sound of heels forced the two women to break apart. Before the redhead could say anything, the brunette pushed past her roughly.

  “Watch where you’re going, bitch…” Megan muttered silently under her breath. She glanced around warily, but it didn’t seem like anybody else had seen what had transpired; and with a shake of her head she stepped into the bathroom.

  As the door shut quietly behind her, Megan glanced at herself in the mirror. She was gorgeous, and she knew it; but she couldn’t help comparing the curves of her body to the waitress’s beautiful form. She shook her head again, harder this time; but she couldn’t shake the feeling of the brunette’s breasts pressing into her own. The contact had been unexpected, accidental…but she knew there had been a challenge hidden inside the other woman’s gaze.

  Megan shook her head a third time, then checked herself more closely in the mirror. She ran her fingers softly through her flowing tresses, then perfected her mascara before staring into her own smoky eyes. She looked at her reflection with almost narcissistic admiration, then turned from the glass and moved towards the door.

  As Megan threw the bathroom door open, she half expected to see Jaclyn standing confidently at the entrance. She imagined, if only for a second, the form of the brunette standing before her with her breasts thrust out in challenge; but of course the doorway was bare. The redhead glanced towards their table just as the waitress turned from Richard’s side and sauntered off towards the bar.

  Richard glanced up at her as Megan approached their table. His face was blushed scarlet; but before the redhead could inquire as to why, he motioned to the table. She glanced onto the felt, and saw nothing but stripes and the 8-ball left on the table. Richard handed her the cue stick with a grin, winking at her as she held the wood in her hands. She took a deep breath before bending low over the table; then she lined the 9 with the corner and shot.

  She heard a satisfying thud as the yellow stripe fell into the pocket, but her mood was immediately marred by Jaclyn’s return. The brunette gave Richard a sensual wink as she approached, and at once a shock of angry annoyance coursed through Megan’s body.

  Before the redhead could say anything, the waitress placed three identical shots carefully upon the table. Megan glanced into the dark red alcohol; straight whisky she guessed judging by the smell, then glanced towards Richard almost accusingly. “Who’s the third shot for?” she asked, probably a bit too harshly.

  “Your boyfriend bought me a drink!” the waitress cut in before Richard could answer. She looked Megan in the eyes, giving the other woman a vindictive smile. “Isn’t he sweet?”

  “Stupid bitch…” Megan mouthed silently. She knew what this other bitch was after, and knew that the waitress was trying to get under her skin. No sound had escaped her lips, but as the brunette gave her a challenging wink, she knew her silent words had met their mark.

  “To new friends!” Richard exclaimed, raising his glass. His voice was slightly slurred from his previous drinks; and even as the two women who seated on either side of him glared into one another’s eyes, he didn’t notice the renewed sexual tension hanging like a veil over the table.

  “To new friends and lovers!” Jaclyn replied; and at the utterance of the waitress’s addition, Megan nearly latched onto her then and there. Her hand gripped the sides of her glass in anger, but she channeled all of her rage into a single piercing glare. The other woman met her gaze without hesitation, pursing her lips into a silent mock kiss before bringing her glass to the middle of the table.

  The clink of glass sounded through the room, and the three of them downed their shots as one. The brunette and the redhead continued to glare confidently into one another’s eyes as the whiskey passed their lips, each girl letting her scorn battle with the other’s between their locked eyes. Megan could feel Jaclyn’s obvious challenge seeping through her gaze, daring her to make the first move.

  Before either woman could say a word, Richard stood abruptly. The alcohol had made him unsteady, and he had to place a hand firmly on the table to keep himself from stumbling backwards. He pulled a couple of bills from his pocket and dropped them on the table. “Anything extra is yours.” he said, giving the waitress an awkward smile.

  He turned to Megan, kissing her unsteadily on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow, babe!” he called over his shoulder, then started out the door. The redhead knew he had been talking to her…she was sure of it; but as she turned back to the brunette, and the waitress gave her another wicked smile, she could feel a nagging sense of doubt growing in the pit of her stomach.

  “Go ahead and tab me out.” Megan hissed, forcing her voice under control. If she let her voice falter, if she let her gaze falter, then this other bitch would feel she had won…and the redhead wasn’t about to give the brunette the satisfaction.

  The brunette’s smile widened, and an almost triumphant gleam crept into her eyes. ‘Running already?’ the waitress seemed to challenge; then spun around and walked towards the computer at the bar without a word.

  Megan could feel the anger rising in her chest, but she tried to force it down with a violent shake of her head. Her eyes fell upon the half-finished game on the table, and realized that Richard had left before her turn had been over. Pool was the last thing on her mind right now, but as she glanced back towards the bar, she noticed the brunette was deep in conversation with the bartender; she had a feeling she would still be here a while.

  The redhead bent low over the table, taking slow, even breaths to calm her emotions. She channeled all of her focus on the game, analyzing the table as if she still had an opponent. She took aim at the cue, gave another steady breath, and took her shots.

  She took the 11, the 12, and then the 15 with perfect control, carefully measuring each angle so as not to overshoot her goal; and the remaining shots followed suit. Soon, only the 8-ball stood between her and a clear table, and Megan felt a small, satisfactory smile playing at the corner of her lips. She bent over the table in an almost seductive manner, feeling the smooth wood of the rail compressing slightly against her firm, thinly clothed breasts. She took another deep breath, aiming the final ball towards the far corner, then smoothly slid the stick forward.

  A sharp impact jolted through the back of the stick just before contact. The shot was forced left, sending the cue ball into an off-center spin directly into the opposite pocket.

  A haughty giggle echoed behind her, and immediately Megan’s body was filled with rage. She twisted around wildly, glaring furiously into Jaclyn’s gleaming eyes; and the blatant desire for a fight was clear in both women’s challenging stares. Jaclyn’s breasts pressed themselves roughly up against her own, and this time neither woman pulled away.

  “You missed!” the waitress grinned, then leaned in closely so that only the redhead could hear her words. “Apparently, not only can you not please a man, but you also suck at pool!” She could sense the rage building inside of Megan’s body and grinned wider. “But considering the objects they both contain, if you can’t do one, then you can’t do the other!”

  “Fuck you, cunt!” Megan growled, forcing her tits into even tighter contact with Jaclyn’s. Both women’s breasts were bulging beautifully between their gorgeous forms, each woman glaring into the other’s eyes with an almost lustful hatred. The redhead’s right hand released
the pool cue abruptly, letting the wood fall to the ground with a silent clatter; she didn’t know how much longer she would be able to control the urge to break it over the other woman’s head.

  The two women stood breast to breast for several long moments, each daring the other to make the first move. The room itself had become deathly quiet save for the generic country song playing in the background. The entire pool hall was watching the two sexual beings with bated breath, waiting for the catfight that was almost certain to follow.

  “You’re lucky there are people around, slut!” Megan hissed. “Or I’d tear into your ass right here and now!”

  “I’d have you crying on your knees in seconds, bitch!” Jaclyn whispered back. “But if that’s the excuse you want to use, that’s fine by me.”

  Before Megan could reply, the waitress pulled her body away. She moved to her left and placed the receipt and a pen on the edge of the railing. The brunette gave the redhead a sensual wink, then spun towards the restrooms as if nothing had happened. “Don’t forget to tip your waitress!” she called back over her shoulder, then pushed open the door to the woman’s bathroom and disappeared from sight.

  “I’ll give you a fucking tip, slut.” Megan muttered under her breath. “Stay away from my man, or you’re going to get hurt!” She glared around at the rest of the room; most had already gone back to their games, and the ones who still stared glanced away immediately.

  Megan shook her head angrily, then pushed a lock of copper hair behind her ear. She gripped the pen tightly, skipping over the tip line and moving towards the space for her signature. She placed the tip of the pen against the receipt, but stopped before she could sign her name. The total had been scratched out roughly; below it was a thin, graceful arrow that curved around to the back of the note.

  Megan turned the paper around, staring at a short message that had been scrawled in the same graceful handwriting. Her eyes scanned the message, lips moving slightly as she read the waitress’s challenging words; and every syllable sent a shock of angry anticipation coursing through her veins.

  Your boyfriend deserves so much better than a little skank like you! If you really want to see what I mean, come meet me in the bathroom. I’ll show you what a real woman’s body can do, what a real woman’s body looks like…unless you’re scared.

  Megan’s body quivered as she crumpled the receipt and threw it in the trash. Part of her was slightly anxious, and the thought of just leaving entered her mind…but she pushed the idea away almost immediately. She could still feel the brunette’s tits pressing into her own, and knew deep down that if she didn’t face this bitch head on, the feeling would haunt her forever.

  Another jolt of rage coursed through her sexual form as she realized her initial suspicions had been clear. This waitress was after her boyfriend after all; but if she thought she could steal him by force, she would be sorely disappointed. Actually, if Jaclyn’s message meant the kind of fight Megan thought she meant, both women would end up sore…but no way was this bitch going to get away with trying to steal her property.

  Megan counted to ten, muttering every syllable under her breath with vicious scorn, then walked steadily towards the washroom door. She glanced around her once more, but it seemed no one was watching. She pulled the door to the ladies’ room open casually, her heart beating in time with her anger. The next second she had passed the point of no return, and the bathroom door closed hollowly behind her.

  Her eyes darted quickly around the dimly lit bathroom, immediately latching onto the waitress’s haughty form. The brunette had her eyes to the mirror, slowly running her hands through her long hair with a seductive slowness, but she glanced at the redhead’s reflection challengingly as she heard the footsteps behind her.

  Megan moved swiftly besides the other woman, pressing her right arm roughly against the brunette’s left as she stepped in front of the adjacent mirror. Each woman glared at one another’s reflections as they pressed against each other, but neither woman said a word. The tension was so high that they might have torn into each other then and there; but the quiet rustling of another woman in the stalls behind them forced them to control themselves.

  Megan pulled a stick of bright red lipstick from the folds of her skirt, and began to apply a thick coat across her plush, sensitive lips. She glared into Jaclyn’s eyes reflecting in the glass challengingly, her mind already wondering what this little bitch had planned for them.

  Not to be outdone, the waitress produced her own stick of gloss, seemingly out of nowhere, and put it to her lips. She met the redhead’s reflectioned gaze, applying a coat of dark purple to her lips’ beautiful curves; and the two women pressed their arms against one another even tighter.

  The redhead and the brunette heard the toilet flush behind them, followed by the sound of the stall door opening as a young blond woman stepped outside. Megan and Jaclyn continued to glare at one another’s reflection as the stranger stepped beside them, and the anticipation inside them continued to grow as the blonde quickly washed her hands and left the room.

  As soon as the hollow thud of the door signaled they were alone, the redhead and the brunette turned to face each other, finally glaring into one another true eyes confidently. Their beautiful, coated lips pursed with disdain as they looked across each other’s beautiful form; and as they set their makeup down together upon the sink the two girls moved in close, breasts just inches from making contact.

  “I think we have some unfinished business.” Jaclyn muttered, glaring into the redhead’s eyes. Her heartbeat quickened at her own words, despite her assurance; she could tell by the gleam in Megan’s eyes that she too had complete confidence in her own sexuality. Such poise in a rival was inherently dangerous.

  “You’re damn right we do!” Megan hissed boldly; and as the other woman held her gaze, she knew neither of them were going to back down. “You just think you’re so pretty, don’t you? You think you’re so perfect, just because you’ve got a bunch of drunken douche bags that keep staring at your ass! I’ll bet a little slut like you enjoys the attention, don’t you?”

  “At least I get attention!” the brunette shot back. “Your little boyfriend couldn’t keep his eyes off of me, even when you were standing right next to him! I’ll bet he’s home right now, lusting after my body in his fantasies! He wants a real woman in his bed, not some dirty skank like you!”

  “What the fuck did you say?” the redhead growled. She could barely keep her voice under control, but right now she no longer cared. Her hands shook at her sides, and if it hadn’t been for the danger of having someone walk in on them, she would have torn into this bitch right then.

  “You heard me.” Jaclyn replied with a smirk. “You may think you’re cute, bitch. I’ll even give you props for having the guts to follow me in here…but I’m way out of your league. Your body can’t compare to mine, and you know it!”

  “You stupid cunt!” Megan hissed vehemently. “You really think you’re a better woman than me?”

  “Oh, I know I am, whore!” Jaclyn whispered dangerously. She gave the redhead another small smile, then glanced towards the stalls to her left. “But if you really need me to prove it to you, we can step inside there; where I can show you how good I am, nice and tight.” She gave Megan another small smirk. “Unless you’re scared.”

  Megan was slightly taken aback, but she held the brunette’s spiteful gaze. She knew she was treading into dangerous waters; if the waitress’s challenge meant what she thought it meant, then this little confrontation was going to force her to get more personal with another woman that she had ever dared to think about. But the phantom sensation of Jaclyn’s breasts pressing challengingly against her own by the tables came to her again, and the memory sent a shock of anger coursing through her skin. She realized she was willing to meet this other woman in whatever way she wanted…this little slut was about to regret ever messing with her.

  “You’re one cute bitch.” the redhead replied, letting her eyes
trace across the waitress’s form. “But I’m the sexier woman…and my body can take anything yours can.”

  The two gorgeous girls stepped forward slightly, pressing so close together that each could smell the scent of the other’s floral perfume wafting around their bodies. Their chests rose and fell in unison, stunning tits nearly coming together with every breath.

  Megan glared into Jaclyn’s eyes, showing the other woman that there would be no mercy. “You’d better make sure you want to do this, cunt.” she hissed. “Once my gorgeous body latches onto yours, I’m not letting go.”

  “My beautiful body will have yours begging for forgiveness in seconds.” Jaclyn promised, glaring into the redhead’s shining orbs with equal poise. “But don’t worry…that won’t be the end of our little catfight. This place closes soon…and then I’ll tame you all night long.”

  “I’m going to be the one taming you, bitch!” Megan growled. “You’re about to experience what a real woman’s body feels like!”

  With that threat the redhead turned on her heels, leading the way towards the bathroom stall that would soon become their battleground. She opened the door into the narrow space, glancing over her shoulder at the waitress with a gleam in her eye. The brunette stepped into the tiny stall, and Megan quickly followed suit. The two girls glared into one another’s eyes, each scouring the other’s spirit for weakness; then the door was latched quickly behind them.

  As soon as the lock was engaged the two women turned to face one another fully, glaring into each other’s eyes with confident pride. Even with their backs pressed firmly against opposite walls of the stall, there was just a few inches of space between their beautiful bodies.

  Their breasts came together slightly as they breathed in, causing their bodies to stiffen uncontrollably. Each girl held that breath for several seconds, taking in the gentle sensation of one another’s tits softly caressing her own; then, almost reluctantly, they released their breath with a sensual sigh.