My best friend and I recently began renting an apartment together. We’re both college students, and we thought it would be fun to live together and share the expenses while in school. So far, we love our new place, which is a small two-bedroom spread with walk-in closets and a pretty spacious living room. There, we have our TV, an old couch with a red and orange striped slipcover, a few barstools, a huge oriental rug, and a wooden chest we use for a coffee table. Over the couch hangs an abstract oil painting, and on our coffee table sits a few pics of our friends in brightly colored frames. Although it may not seem like much, it works for us.
Crystal and I have known each other for years, but we have been fighting non-stop ever since we became roommates a few months ago. Sure, we’ve had our share of spats in the past, but never anything like this. Now we’ll go at it several times a week, sometimes even several times a day. Just yesterday we fought because she didn’t give me an important phone message (so annoying), and the day before that we had a small catfight because she borrowed my brand new shoes and scuffed them up. I’m convinced that the combination of our small living space along with our stressful schedules at school has been causing us to lash out at each other more frequently and more viciously.

Like a few Saturday nights ago, Crystal threw me a birthday party at our apartment. She spent hours decorating our place, and, on top of loads of alcohol, she even got a cake. She told me that she had invited all of our friends from college and some people from work, so this was going to be huge. Needless to say, I wanted to look my hottest yet. Apparently Crystal did too, because we both went for the same backless pink top in my closet.
After we had started getting dressed for the party, I walked into her room to ask her if she’d seen my missing top. Well, not only was the little tramp was already wearing it but she did not offer to give it back to me!! I mean, Crystal and I share clothes all the time, since we’re the same height and size and all, but I usually ask before borrowing stuff from her closet! But she just casually shrugged, “Oh well, guess I beat you to it,” and she went back to pulling hot rollers out of her long brown hair.
I could feel the anger rising up inside me as I got more and more pissed by the second. Who does this girl she think she is, taking my favorite top from me on my birthday??? “Like hell you did,” I snapped, “It’s my shirt and you didn’t even bother to ask, so give it up!”
Crystal then huffed loudly, whirled around from her vanity mirror, untied and yanked the shirt off her body, balled it up and threw it in my face. Then she closed her eyes and tossed her hair over her shoulder, returning to her vanity. “You’re such a spoiled little bitch, Nikki,” she said, “but it’s okay, that shirt’s fucking ugly anyway.”
What a nasty cunt! I thought, but I didn’t say anything. I calmed myself down since I got what I wanted, so I just grabbed the shirt up and marched out of her room.

By the time our guests began arriving, Crystal was finally dressed and ready to mingle. It had taken her a while to find something else suitable to wear, but she looked great. She wore a denim ultra mini with a tight yellow tube top and high-heeled sandals. With her bronze, glistening suntan, her hair shimmered with flecks of light brown and streaks of blonde. Her full, C-cup breasts looked really hot squeezed into that tube top, too. But I was looking pretty good myself; I was wearing my prized pink backless top, which laces up my slender, muscular back and has rhinestones scattered all over the chest. My long legs were made for this black miniskirt, which I paired with black strappy heels that tied up my ankles. I wore my hair long, blonde, and straight, and my lip gloss shiny red. Gorgeous.

Later, as more and more people showed up, Crystal and I circulated the room separately. Standing across from three of our friends, I chatted with them as I sipped a cool vodka martini. Then I spotted Crystal across the room. She must still be pissed about the shirt... Sensing my glance, Crystal looked over at me and sneered, then turned her back on me. Yep, still pretty pissed.
Last to arrive at the party was my boyfriend, Brad. Brad and I had been dating for a few months, but we didn’t get to see each other too much since we’re both almost always busy. I missed him and was glad to see him there. He came right in, found me, and then went to find a drink. By that time, we had all acquired a nice buzz, so Brad definitely needed to catch up. Then I saw Crystal run up to him in the kitchen and give him quite a slutty greeting.
“HI, Braaaad!” she shrieked flirtatiously, and she threw both of her arms around his neck, smiling wildly and rubbing her tits all over his arm. Then she shot a cold look over the bar at me to see if I was watching. Oh, I definitely was. What a fucking bitch!...

A few hours later, everyone was pleasantly smashed. I tried to forget about what Crystal did and just have a good time. It was my birthday after all. Besides, everyone else there was laughing loudly and joking around; why should I let one dirty little tease ruin my party? Then, Sandy, a girl I knew from the tennis team at school, came up to me with bright green appletini spilt all over her tiny white tank top.
Help! her eyes pleaded, so I led her into my bedroom by the hand and shut the door behind us. I told her I would let her borrow one of my shirts for the night.
“Thanks,” she said. “By the way, Nikki, your roomate’s the drunken slut who crashed into me and made me spill my drink!”
“Really?” I responded, raising my eyebrows. “Well, she’s been pissing me off all night...” and I quickly filled her in on what had happened, first with my pink shirt then with Brad. Afterwards, I found myself all worked up again.
“Oh, you should totally let her have it later,” Sandy said, as I pulled a top out of my closet for her to change into.
“Ugh, that drink was sooo cold!” Sandy said as she peeled the half-soaked tank top off her body. Sandy was such a cute girl, with short blonde hair that barely reached her jaw-line, sparkling blue eyes, and a pretty white smile. Once she took off her shirt, I also noticed that she had quite a set on her. (I promptly forgot to be angry with Crystal at that point.) Sandy noticed me looking her up and down as she wiped the sticky liquid off her bare chest. In response, she tilted her head down, and looked up playfully biting her bottom lip, “Let me see your tits now,” and she let out a half giggle, half sigh.
I smiled slightly as I untied my shirt from behind and pulled it off slowly. I know she’ll like what she sees, I thought, as the shirt fell to the floor. With my flawless tits out in the open, Sandy looked mesmerized. I could totally understand why. My breasts are pretty large for my frame, a D-cup, but they look fucking awesome all bare like that.
“Nice,” she uttered softly, and lifted her hand to caress my shoulder first, then moved down towards my collarbone. “Mind if I touch one?”
She continued to glide her hand down my body then she stopped to cup her entire hand gently over my left tit. As Sandy worked her hand around my breast, she looked up at me, and started playing with both my nipples.

Sandy made all the right moves to get me ultra excited...First she rubbed over the top of my tits with taut fingers, then she gently twisted my nipples around, flicked them, tugged on them, kneaded them between two fingers...She was turning me on so much, getting me so wet. I tossed my head back in delight, pulled it back up straight, and then leaned in to kiss her on the lips.
By now, Sandy had sat me down on the edge of my bed and she was on her knees between my thighs. She leaned her head back to meet her lips with mine, still playing with my breasts. With open mouths we kissed wildly, our moist tongues rolling and gyrating around one another. What a fantastic kisser! I then let out a faint moan; this girl was driving me crazy! My mouth left her lips and I tongued her smooth skin down her neck and onto her chest. I could taste the sticky vodka and apple sour as I made my way towards her tits.
I pulled Sandy up towards me on the bed, so my mouth could reach her nipples. I couldn’t wait to get them inside. Her entire body followed, and I began tonguing her right breast. As I moved to the other nipple, flicking it fast and hard with my tongue, she closed her eyes and began quietly shrieking in ecstasy.
Then, Sandy began grinding on me. I could feel her moist pussy pounding on my leg, even through her clothes, and she thrust her hand up my skirt to finger my clit. All the while, I kept sucking on her tits and grabbing them, tonguing them, flicking them, faster, harder...
I silently hoped no one could hear us moaning uncontrollably.
Oh, shit, the party!! I had nearly forgotten...
“Just stay over with me tonight, Sandy,” I pleaded as we redressed, and she eagerly accepted...

After taking a few seconds to calm ourselves down, Sandy and I came back out to the party from my bedroom. She stood there adjusting the shirt I had just given her to wear, while my eyes darted around the room for Brad. Then, Sandy gasped suddenly, nudged my arm, and motioned over towards the couch. Ughhh! I couldn’t find Brad because Crystal’s skanky ass was in his lap, blocking him from my view! No, not even just that, she was straddling him and trying to make out with him, too!! That bitch had definitely crossed the line, but I still pretended not to see it. “Aren’t you going to do something?” urged Sandy, “That nasty tramp’s all over your boyfriend!”
Although I was furious, I decided to play it cool until the party was over. Then I would kick her fucking ass like never before...the dirtiest fight we’ve EVER had.

About an hour or two later, I was really feeling all those martinis I had consumed, plus the shots Brad and I had just done. At that particular moment, I was hanging out with him in the living room when I saw Crystal mixing yet another drink at the bar. “I’ll be right back,” I said to Brad and casually walked (or stumbled) over to Crystal. She snarled at me as I approached, but I moved my face in close to hers and whispered, “I saw what you did before, but when the party’s over, get ready to have the fight of your life...”
She shrugged, “Can’t wait. I’ll claw your fucking eyes out.”
“By the way,” I quietly boasted, “Sandy’s staying over with me tonight.”
“So what? I’m not afraid of that little skank,” Crystal warned. “Anyway, I told Heather earlier tonight that she could stay over, too.”
I rolled my eyes, and as I walked away, I bumped Crystal’s shoulder really hard so she’d know I was serious about the impending fight...

Not too much time passed and the party began winding down. Before I knew it, I had kissed Brad good-night, sent him on his merry way, and gave out several “thank-you’s” and “good-bye’s.” Finally, I walked the last departing guest to our front door. As I twisted the locks, I looked over my shoulder and saw Crystal, Heather, and Sandy in the living room. I turned around to face Crystal. Jumping right into the inevitable, I shouted, “What the fuck did you think you were doing with Brad earlier?”
In response, she merely smirked at me and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m still pissed at you for acting like such a bitch earlier about that shirt.”
“Fuck the shirt,” I snapped, feeling flooded once again with anger, “You can have it for all I care! You know exactly what I’m talking about; I saw you hanging all over Brad tonight...and that you CAN’T have!”
“Kick her fucking ass, Nikki!” cheered Sandy, and Heather retorted, “Shut up, whore, this is none of your business...”
Crystal teased, “Look, I can’t help it if your boyfriend thinks I’m hotter than you!”
That was it. I couldn’t take anymore. With Heather and Sandy looking on, I leaned down to remove my shoes (which were killing me feet, by the way) and stormed toward Crystal.
“Let me tell you something, you stupid cunt,” I charged, “You fucking wish you were hotter than me, but you’re nothing more than a used up slut!”
With that, Crystal threw her sandals off and brought her face within an inch of mine. “Fuck you!”
“Get the fuck out of my face!” I screeched, and shoved Crystal onto our couch. I leaped on top of her, but before I could start slapping, she shoved me off her onto the other end of the couch. Then we started kicking each other with our bare feet, smacking them together hard. She slid her toes in between mine and pushed as hard as she could with her legs, causing my knees to draw up over my head, revealing a black thong underneath my miniskirt. I freed one of my feet and tried to kick her off the couch.
As we wrestled back and forth, we were twisting so violently that we both rolled off the couch and onto the floor. I got up and crawled on top of her again, straddling her abdomen “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are...” I huffed, already losing my breath.
I grabbed a handful of Crystal’s hair, tugged as hard as I could, and she did the same to me. Shit! She nearly ripped it out by the roots. Still gripping handfuls of her hair, I slammed her head into the floor but she came back at me with full force. Grabbing my shirt and tearing it right off, Crystal overpowered me and threw me on my back, causing me to collide into the coffee table. Our pictures in their frames rocked back and forth and then crashed to the floor.
Still on top of me, she pressed her knee into my naked chest, causing a searing pain in my smashed right breast and making it difficult for me to breathe. “Not so tough anymore, huh, you fucking cunt?” she screamed, and I struggled to get her off me. I frantically thrashed my arms and legs then I dug my nails deep into her side. She released her knee from my chest.
“You just ruined my favorite shirt, slut!” and I slapped her hard across the face. Then I grabbed her tube top and her strapless bra from behind and ripped them both. Oh no, still attached! So I gave them one more hard tear and she was soon topless.
In the background, I could hear Heather and Sandy fussing back and forth, calling each other names, “Bitch!...Skank!...Slut!...WHORE!...”
Crystal tried to slap me back, but I dodged it. She grabbed both of my tits, and dug her nails in. I slapped her hard across the chest, causing her skin to turn bright red where my hand made contact with her breasts.
Once again, I was on top of her, scratching her, slapping her and pulling her hair. She made a few feeble attempts to fight me off, but I could tell I had worn her out.
“You’ll think twice now before fucking around with my boyfriend, won’t you?” I warned and climbed off of her. Then I watched as Heather and Sandy argued, getting more pissed at each other by the second, and I thought, I was right, this was one of our nastiest fights ever. I was so exhausted from our fight but it looked like Heather and Sandy were about to go at it now...

To be continued...

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