The Making of a Rival
by Fynn-S

I.

It was Thursday and Dana was at the bank waiting in line to make her deposit. It wasn ' t her deposit but her employer ' s; a favor for her boss that she didn ' t mind doing – normally that is. Sometimes it was a hassle; the line could be long and the bank was of course understaffed. It was Dana ' s lunch break and she was hoping to spend it somewhere other than a line at the bank. The longer she waited the more frustrated Dana became and soon frustration turned to anger. By the time she got to the teller ' s window she had lost 25 minutes of her lunch break.

Cheryl had worked for the bank for almost ten years. In those ten years she had ascended up the managerial ladder to her current position as assistant manager of bank operations. As would happen from time-to-time, and due to various reasons, the teller ' s would be short-staffed requiring Cheryl to work at one of the windows. She knew she had to appear polite to the bank ' s customers but she really hated working the window; it was a tedious job that she had already performed for six years and she felt herself above it. While Cheryl smiled and helped the customers at her window she seethed internally.

Dana approached Cheryl ' s window. As women will do they gave each other a quick going over. Dana approached in a tight brown stretch fabric shirt that zipped completely up the front. The zipper was at least a third of the way down but not necessarily risque or revealing. Her slacks were black and equally tight displaying a middle-aged woman in good shape. The brown shirt was tight enough to show a clear outline of her bra and breasts, which bounced slightly as she made her approach to Cheryl ' s window. Cheryl could tell by her aggressive-like advance and the look on her face that she was not a happy-camper.

“ Tough shit ” Cheryl thought to herself.

To Dana Cheryl also appeared as a middle-aged woman in good shape. She was sitting down so Dana could not finish sizing her up until she got closer. Cheryl was in a matching red tight nit blouse and skirt. The top had buttons all down the front with the top three undone. A bit unprofessional but maybe that was how this teller made her tips; let the guys get a few glimpses of her lingerie.

While neither woman had ever met the other, they already didn ' t like each other.

“ Good afternoon, how can I help you ” Cheryl began, trying to hide her disdain for both having to work at the window and for the bitchy-looking customer in front of her.

“ Yea you could help me, how about hiring a few more tellers ” snapped Dana.

“ I had two call in sick today so I ' m sorry, but it ' s out of my control ” replied Cheryl with a bit of her own anger showing through. “ You know you can always go to another bank ” she continued. Cheryl knew immediately she should not have said this last statement but she could couldn ' t help it. It had been a bad day and this woman was not helping.

“ Your right, I don ' t have to bank here and neither does my employer, who does a lot of business with this bank ” Dana replied, a bit surprised by the teller ' s aggressiveness.

“ Can I help you? ” Cheryl replied, at this point she just wanted to get the woman on her way and salvage what was left of her day. “ I ' m sorry, it ' s been a hectic day ” Cheryl continued, appearing conciliatory for the sake of defusing the situation.

“ I have stood in line for 25 minutes and now you treat me like this? Who the hell do you think you are? ” Dana replied in a lowered voice as she leaned toward Cheryl.

“ Look, I ' m sorry, but would you like me to help you or not? ” Cheryl replied in an equally calm but defiant manner.

“ Apologize ” Dana said as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“ I beg your pardon? ” replied Cheryl, not believing her ears.

“ You heard me, apologize ” Dana repeated.

“ Look, do you want me to help you or what? ” Cheryl replied in a whispered tone so as to keep from other customers hearing her. She may have lost this bitch ' s boss as a customer, but she didn ' t want to lose any others. “ Because if you don ' t why don ' t you get you ass out of my bank. ”

Dana was shocked but she knew she could not show it or it would be like showing defeat. She paused momentarily while glaring at the defiant bitch in front of her. Dana leaned even closer to Cheryl and said something that didn ' t make any sense to Cheryl at the moment. “ Ya know, it ' s too bad ” Dana said.

“ What ' s too bad? ” Cheryl quietly responded, returning Dana ' s glares.

“ That we ' re not alone ” Dana said, “ because if we were then you could try to make me leave your bank you dumb bitch. ”

Cheryl could not believe what she had just heard, but she too did not want to show it. “ Trust me bitch, YOUR lucky we ' re not alone right now ”

Dana continued to glare at Cheryl as she gathered her things up; the boss ' deposits would have to wait till tomorrow. But before she stepped away from the window Dana left Cheryl with this: “ Well maybe some day we ' ll get to be alone and I can show you how I ' d kick your ass bitch. ”

As Dana walked away with her hips swaying and her breasts bouncing Cheryl smiled and said out loud: “ That would be great, thanks, and we hope to see you again soon. ”

For the rest of the day the confrontation was all either woman could think about. Each at some point later thought: “ I swear to God if I ever see that fucking bitch again I ' m going to pull her hair out, and I don ' t care where we are. ”

II.

It was 4:08 in the afternoon as Dana sat in her SUV in the far left lane waiting for the arrow to turn green. Work was thankfully slow and her boss never minded if she left early once in a while. She was gazing out the windshield at nothing in particular as her mind returned to the bitch at the bank. She really wondered: if they really were alone, would she really fight her? So they were both in a bad mood, big deal. Was it enough for two grown women to physically fight over? And what kind of fight would it be? Would there be slaps or punches, or just a verbal confrontation? Would she go for the other woman ' s sandy blond hair as she originally promised herself she would?

Dana had been in a few fights in high school but that had been almost twenty years ago. She was equally confused about how the whole incident had sexually aroused her. What was that all about? The prospect of fighting an admittedly attractive woman was giving her the urge to screw her husband ' s lights out once she got home. It was too bad he didn ' t get home from his commute until 7:00 pm. The light was still red when, for no particular reason, she looked over in the direction of another SUV that had just pulled up to the red light in the lane next to her. She couldn ' t believe her eyes as she began to honk her horn wildly.

Cheryl had also left work early. The tensions of the day had given her a bit of a headache and her boss, knowing how working the teller window was torture for Cheryl, kindly let her go home early. Normally she would head the opposite direction to go home but she thought a trip to the mall might cheer her up. The headache had come from, it seemed, the adrenaline overload which resulted in the thought of fighting THAT woman. Would she really do it? Why not, she thought, it ' s not like she would be beaten to a pulp. Both women were practically identical in height and weight and she could, as a worse-case scenario, always just admit defeat and walk away. “ God, ” she thought to herself “ I hope Bruce is in the mood tonight, I ' m horny as hell. ”

As Cheryl brought her SUV to a stop at a red light she heard a car horn begin to blare. “ What the hell is that all about, ” she wondered, it seemed to be coming from the SUV next to hers in the left turn bay. She looked to her left and there was THAT women, giving her the finger.

“ That fucking bitch! ” Cheryl nearly screamed to herself. Her rival ' s SUV finally got the green arrow and began making her left turn. Because there were no vehicles behind Dana ' s SUV, and because the light to go straight was still red, Cheryl moved into the left turn lane and made the turn behind Dana ' s SUV . “ Now what ” she thought as she followed Dana ' s SUV. “ I better not do anything stupid or illegal because I ' m sure the bitch has a cell phone, and I definitely do not want the police involved in this “ domestic disturbance ” . I guess I ' ll just follow her a bit, freak her out, maybe see where she lives. I can always key her car later on. ”

Dana was a bit surprised when she saw Cheryl turn left behind her and begin to follow her. Her home was not too much farther. “ What should I do if she ' s still behind me when I get home ” she thought to herself, but instead of getting scared or worried she found herself getting madder by the second. “ Fine bitch, you don ' t scare me, do you want to fight? ” Dana started yelling inside her car. “ Fine bitch I ' ll fight you! C ' mon bitch, follow me home!. ”

Cheryl could tell that Dana was agitated by the body motions going on inside the SUV in front of her. “ Fine, ” Cheryl said to herself, “ you don ' t scare me you dumb bitch. I dare you to fight me. ”

Before either woman realized what was happening Dana found herself pulling into her driveway. Dana looked into her review mirror and paused before exiting her car. This was the moment of truth so to speak, if confronted with her rival, what was she prepared to do? Strangely she wasn ' t there; Dana thought for sure she had seen the SUV follow her as she turned onto her street. The street was a dead end so if in fact the other woman made the turn she would have to pass back in front of Dana ' s house to get back out. Dana put he hand on her hips, emboldened by her rivals non-appearance, and stepped toward the street. That strange arousal-like feeling again came over Dana as her nipples hardened and showed themselves through her sheer white bra and tight brown shirt.

Cheryl had made the turn behind Dana and when she noticed Dana turn into a driveway Cheryl just kept driving down the street. Cheryl was a bit relieved that it was over but was a bit ashamed to feel that way. She thought she was ready to actually physically fight another woman, but she guessed she was wrong. “ Dammit ” she scolded herself, “ why are you afraid of that piece of shit. Your sexier, in better shape and probably stronger than that bitch, what ' s the problem? ” She nearly crashed through the dead end barrier before she realized there was no outlet. Cheryl sat in her car looking straight ahead but going nowhere. She would have to pass her rival one more time before she could leave. What would she do if she was there? She became more enraged at her cowardice. “ Fuck you bitch, I am NOT afraid of you. If you want to fight we ' ll fight. ” Cheryl turned the SUV around and headed back toward her rival, and for the first time actually hoped she would in fact still be there waiting for her.

Dana saw the SUV approaching and immediately knew it was her. Dana stood on the sidewalk and glared at the approaching vehicle. Her rival was slowing and she could see the passenger-side window lower as the vehicle came closer. Dana moved closer to the street. To someone who didn ' t know any better it looked like two neighbors were about to have a brief, friendly, chat.

Cheryl stopped the car as the other woman approached the open passenger-side window. Cheryl surprised them both with the opening salvo: “ So be careful what you wish for bitch, it might come true. ”

“ Well I ' m not about to fight your fat-ass through this window, ” Dana replied “ I dare you bitch, I dare you to come inside. ” Dana was pointing at her house which, Cheryl assumed, was currently vacant. Cheryl briefly considered the possibility of the other woman freaking out and stabbing or shooting her in her home, but Dana just didn ' t come across as being that crazy. This was it – Cheryl either had to accept the challenge or live with herself, and possibly with her rivals taunts now that she knew where Cheryl worked.

“ Fine ” was all Cheryl said as she rolled up the window and eased her SUV into a parking spot along the street.

III.

Dana was a bit surprised that Cheryl had apparently accepted her challenge. While Dana didn ' t really want to fight a complete stranger in her home, she certainly did not want to do it in the middle of the street for the whole world to see. When the door opened to Cheryl ' s SUV Dana turned toward her house and walked to the front door. As she opened the locked door she turned to look back and saw the woman approaching about 50 yards away. Dana momentarily paused, as she was slightly impressed by the woman ' s figure and outfit. “ That would look good on me ” Dana thought as she walked into her home and turned right into the living room.

The room was perfect but Dana had never obviously thought of its utility as a room to fight another women in. There was no coffee table so the room was wide open. The room was carpeted with a low cut tan carpet. One large couch occupied the west wall next to the entrance to the dining room. Opposite the couch was an entertainment center and to the left of the entertainment center a bookshelf. Dana noticed that the cam-corder was on a shelf above the TV – they had been watching some home video on the TV shown through the cam-corder last night. Dana quickly unplugged the recorder from the TV, flipped the tape in the cam-corder and hit “ record ” . “ If that bitch tries to pull any bullshit I ' ll have it recorded ” Dana thought to herself.

Dana left her purse and some jewelry on the passenger seat and exited her vehicle. She saw her rival turn toward her house. For a minute Cheryl thought she was retreating, but then she noticed her foe ' s slow steps and swaying hips, as if further daring Cheryl to follow her. Cheryl ' s hesitation was turning to anger as she followed the woman. The door opened and the woman went in turning to her right as Cheryl continued to follow. Once she got at the door Cheryl paused before going in. “ OK, ” she whispered to herself “ here we go. You can do this, if it gets too crazy just leave ”

IV

Dana wondered what was taking the other woman so long. Maybe this was not going to happen after all? Well if it was, Dana thought, she would gain as much of an advantage as possible after all, it was not as if they had discussed any rules. Dana stepped toward the front door but behind a portion of the wall separating the living room from the entry way. If the woman did show up, Dana could pounce on her immediately. Dana could not believe this was happening.

Cheryl walked through the open front door and looked to her right in the direction where her rival had appeared to go. She saw a neat, open room, but not the woman. Cheryl very hesitantly walked toward the living room, wondering if the other woman would go so far as to ambush her or do something crazy. She could still turn around and leave, but she was now almost too curious. Should she say anything and give herself away? Should she go looking for the other woman? Cheryl decided to enter the room, give it a minute then, if the other woman didn ' t show up, leave.

Dana ' s back was to the wall as she peered over her left shoulder, looking at the entry way and wondering “ would she come? ” Suddenly she heard the woman ' s shoes on the hardwood floor in the entry way. Then, she saw the tips of her rivals shoes, but the shoes stopped. Dana did everything in her power to remain silent but she was ready to explode. Her nipples were hard as rocks and were now even more prominently displayed through her clothing. She rarely wore padded or lace bras because her nipples rarely showed themselves; the tight mesh bras were usually enough. What should she do? “ Is the bitch going to come in or what? ” she thought to herself. “ Maybe I should go after her before she changes her mind and leaves. ” Just then her rival stepped forward into the room.

V.

Cheryl did not notice Dana as she entered the room, but she did sense the motion and heard the sound of Dana ' s movements, but by then it was too late. Dana spread her arms and quickly stepped toward Cheryl. While most of Cheryl ' s back was toward her Dana could tell that Cheryl had sensed her, and indeed Cheryl was beginning to turn toward Dana. Dana ' s chest firmly pressed against Cheryl ' s back as her outstretched arms closed around Cheryl ' s own arms. Dana grabbed her own left wrist with her right hand as they came together just below Cheryl ' s breasts. Knowing that Cheryl was momentarily defenseless Dana used her momentum to force Cheryl toward the couch which was now directly in front of the struggling women.

Because Dana had Cheryl ' s arms locked in her “ hug ” Cheryl could not support herself against the couch but instead, as her shins came against the protruding lower front of the couch, began falling face first into the couch ' s cushions. Taken by surprise Cheryl had been unable to plan her defense and was, at the moment, at Dana ' s mercy.

It was strangely quiet. The initial impact sounded as if the two women were playing football. A few feminine grunts and groans, but no screaming or cursing as both had seen when women fought on TV or in movies. But then again this wasn ' t Hollywood. These were two suburban wives and mothers physically fighting each other for real.

As Dana felt her rival begin to fall toward the couch, she wasn ' t sure what to do. If she maintained her hug on the other woman Dana would not be able to control her fall as well. It was too unnerving for Dana so she reluctantly released her grip around Cheryl, but as she did, and as Cheryl fell forward, Dana ' s hands firmly rode over her rival ' s breasts. For a brief moment Dana felt the soft skin yield; the texture of the bra; her opponents equally hardened nipples. Cheryl got her hands up just as she fell into the soft, flat cushions of the couch. Cheryl was now laying on the couch on her stomach with her legs bent at the knee; her lower legs bent at the knee and pointing straight up at the ceiling perpendicular to the couches surface. Cheryl was only in this vulnerable position for less than a second before she tried to improve her situation.

“ Did she just grab my tits? ” Cheryl almost said out loud as she fell onto the couch.

Dana continued her assault as she tried to keep her positional advantage. Like she used to do to her little brother when they wrestled as kids Dana jumped onto the back of her foe and straddled her as if she was riding a horse except she was supporting herself on her knees. Cheryl had already attempted a move off the couch onto the floor but the weight of Dana sitting on her lower back kept her from going anywhere.

Dana reached into Cheryl ' s sandy blond, medium length hair with both her hands and grabbed two fistfuls of hair. Dana slowly pulled Cheryl ' s head back by the hair. Cheryl reached back for Dana ' s wrists in attempt to relieve the ever-increasing pain, but she could not get any leverage while on the couch stomach first. While the sounds were not screams per se, the sounds coming from Cheryl clearly indicated she was not comfortable. Dana leaned forward, still holding onto Cheryl ' s hair, and whispered into the other woman ' s left ear: “ I told you I would beat you bitch ” Dana quietly told Cheryl, “ now, if you say you “ give, ” I ' ll let go of this greasy mop and you can go back your whorehouse. ”

As Dana kept her position and her hold on Cheryl ' s hair, she contemplated her next move. It seemed that Cheryl was stuck for good, but if she didn ' t give up, then what? She thought about a new onslaught of insults but thought that could actually backfire - “ let ' s not piss her off too much and allow her to garner some “ super ” strength ” Cheryl thought.

She must make things physically more uncomfortable for Cheryl. She was pulling the other woman ' s hair about as much as she could. What else could she do? The brief contact with the other woman ' s breasts was incredibly arousing. Should she go for the breasts?

It was Dana ' s belief that every woman, at one point in there life, considered, if just for a moment, a sexual encounter with another woman. Dana had at times, after observing an attractive woman, wondered what it would be like to hold the other woman ' s breasts in her hands; to suck her nipples; or, even put her hand down her panties. These were not thoughts a suburban mom ever shared with anyone, not even her husband or close female friends out of fear of being labeled something she wasn ' t. Dana knew she wasn ' t a lesbian, but she had certainly been curious through the years.

Now she had her opportunity. Granted it would not be welcome, but Dana now had the chance to explore another woman ' s body under the guise of “ self-defense. ” “ No, ” she thought, I start doing that and I ' ll lose my advantage. I better just stick it out, she can ' t last forever. ”

Cheryl could feel Dana momentarily put all her weight on her knees as Dana ' s crotch slightly rose above Cheryl ' s lower back. It was true, Dana was repositioning herself just slightly. Dana thought if she could move herself a littler farther up Cheryl ' s back it might take some of the strain off her own arms as she maintained the hold on her rival ' s hair.

It was at this moment that Cheryl rotated her prone body in a counter-clockwise fashion, using her right hip as a sort of pivot, while at the same time extending her left arm out for some added leverage. The move was quick and strong and it caught Dana completely off guard.

The motion of Cheryl ' s body forced Dana ' s own body to Dana ' s right and toward the open room. The rotation and the leverage from Cheryl ' s extended left arm had moved Dana ' s body just enough to the right so that Dana ' s right knee slipped off the cushion and headed for the carpet, along with the rest of Dana behind it. Dana let go of Cheryl ' s hair with her right hand so as to absorb the fall and keep her close to her rival; she might be able to recover and get back on top of her. Dana still had a hold of Cheryl ' s hair with her left hand as the struggle entered a new phase.

Cheryl was surprised just how easy she was able to get that bitch off her back. She was close to giving up when she thought she would give it one last effort. As she felt Dana slide off her back and onto the carpet Cheryl just continued her counter-clockwise rotation. Now she was on her back on the couch looking at the ceiling, yet another vulnerable position. One-half of a second later Cheryl found herself rolling off the couch, leading with her right shoulder, the shoulder that had been the initial pivot. As the rotation continued the front of Cheryl ' s body began coming come parallel with the floor.

The 360 degree rotation put too much strain on Dana ' s left hand and wrist and she was forced to let go of Cheryl ' s hair. Dana was sitting/laying on the floor, partly propped up with her right arm when Cheryl literally rolled off the couch and on top of her. Dana ' s instinct was to again go for her rival ' s hair with both her hands. Cheryl ' s head was lower than Dana ' s, at about the level of Dana ' s breasts, so Cheryl ' s hair was an easy target. However, to use both her hands meant that Dana had to give up her right arm and that meant that Dana was flat on her back. To increase the pressure on her foe Dana raised her legs and locked them at the ankles around Cheryl ' s mid-section, mustering up strength to squeeze them together occasionally.

Cheryl felt her rival ' s hands dig into her curls again, and again the numbing pain appeared. She then felt the pressure around her mid-section and anticipated what was to follow. Cheryl had thought her position was going to improve but at that instant it didn ' t appear that was the case. Because Dana ' s legs were wrapped around her mid-section she could not get to her knees and she again found herself without any leverage to work with. She was however, able to grab a hold of Dana ' s wrists but again, without any leverage it was little help. Her only other option was right in front of her. “ How about a little taste of your own medicine ” Cheryl thought as she let go of Dana ' s wrists and cupped her hands around Dana ' s breasts through the tight brown shirt. Cheryl at first just firmly held her rival ' s tits like one would hold a pair of binoculars. Then Cheryl began to bring her fore-fingers and thumbs towards each other, and as the fore-fingers and thumbs of each hand came together they began to pinch Dana's hardened nipples between them, through the tight brown shirt and sheer white bra.

“You fucking bitch!” screamed Dana. She couldn't believe that her opponent had apparently been contemplating her own strategy. Dana had to let go of Cheryl's hair in order to pull Cheryl's hands off her tits, which she was able to do. As Dana was working to free her breasts from Cheryl's grasp, Cheryl had been able to finally get her knees up and under her. Cheryl then raised herself off of Dana's chest while Dana kept hold of Cheryl's wrists; Cheryl tried to pull her hands free but for the moment she could not break Dana's grip. Dana was on her back but had kept her legs wrapped around Cheryl so that, after Cheryl was able to lean back a bit and straighten her back, the two women formed an “L”.

Cheryl finally had a bit of leverage as she pulled her arms and hands away from Dana. Dana could feel her grip begin to slip, the women were beginning to sweat, so she had no choice but to release Cheryl's wrists. Immediately after releasing her foes wrists, and as Cheryl slightly fell away from Dana, Dana also released her legs from around Cheryl's waist, brought her knees to her chest, and used both feet to push Cheryl away from her.

Cheryl did not fall straight back but kind of sideways, back toward the couch. Cheryl's back pressed up against the cushy lip of the protruding lower portion of the couch keeping her torso upright. She watched as her foe, still laying on the ground with her feet closest to Cheryl, rolled herself 180 degrees from her back to her left shoulder and then to where she was again prone but with the front of her body facing the carpet. Dana then did sort of a push-up, bringing her knees up under her. She was getting to her feet.

Cheryl pushed herself off the couch and propelled herself forward toward her rival who had not yet made it to her feet. Cheryl was on all fours as she quickly crawled toward Dana, who was no more than three feet from Cheryl. Just as Dana had got her feet under her and was beginning to stand Cheryl tackled her from behind. Cheryl had wrapped her arms around Dana's waist as her momentum pushed Dana's front-side back to the carpet. It was too far a reach for Cheryl to get a hold of Dana's hair and repay that favor, but she still felt she had a bit of an advantage having Dana on her stomach. Problem was Cheryl was low on Dana's backside, and Cheryl could feel Dana pulling herself forward and out of Cheryl's grasp.

Cheryl still had her arms around Dana's waist as Dana inched herself out of Cheryl's grasp. Cheryl could now feel the top of Dana's tight black slacks. Cheryl quickly pulled down on the lip of the garment and popped off the one and only button. Cheryl then slipped her fingers a bit farther down and found the zipper.

Dana knew she could pull herself out of Cheryl's hold, but as she was doing so she felt her slacks loosen around her waist. “Shit, “ Cheryl thought, “I hope that wasn't my button.” Cheryl assumed the friction created by the button dragging across the carpet had caused the button to pop off. Then all of a sudden it was as if Cheryl was no longer there; the other woman's weight had been entirely lifted from her waist and legs. Dana would get to her feet first then look back to see what her foe was up to. It didn't take but a second for Dana to realize what Cheryl was up to.

In one fluid move Cheryl had pulled the zipper of the slacks down, got to her knees and off of Dana's back, and as Dana moved forward pulled strongly on the bottom cuffs of the black slacks. Like a waiter pulling a table cloth off a table in a blink of an eye, Dana's slacks were pulled entirely off her. Dana could not believe her eyes as she got to her feet. For a moment she entirely forgot about the other woman as she looked at herself standing in only her skimpy, tight white cotton panties. Cheryl was equally surprised the slacks had come off so easily. The force of her tug and the ease with which the slacks came off cause Cheryl to fall backwards, but Dana's pause in disbelief had allowed Cheryl to get to her feet as well. Dana tried to regain her composure as she saw Cheryl get to her feet directly in front of her. After what seemed an eternity, but in reality had lasted for only a few minutes, the women were separated, and were now staring at each other in the middle of the living room.

Cheryl threw down Dana's slacks without taking her eyes off her foe. “Give up bitch?”

Dana did not immediately respond. If she was to continue the fight it would have to be half-naked. She had to admit it was an effective move on Cheryl's part and Dana was pissed that she had not considered it when she was on top of her rival just a few minutes earlier.

“Yea right” Dana finally said almost laughing. “I'm going to give up because you got my pants off me? Think again, bitch.”

Dana began inching closer to Cheryl looking for some kind of opportunity. Cheryl was pretty sure her opponent would not give up just because she was now in her panties, but it was worth the try.

Cheryl noticed Dana's slight moves in her direction, but she did not retreat. “If she loses her panties, then I'll bet she'll give up” Cheryl thought to herself, “I think I probably would.” It wasn't that Cheryl was a prude, quite the opposite. Cheryl was at the moment so aroused she almost wanted to stick her own hands down her own panties to relieve herself and that was now her concern. If her opponent got her panties off and there was some type of other “contact”, she felt like she would have an orgasm right then and there, then what?

Cheryl's thought were interrupted by Dana's sudden lunge at her. Cheryl braced herself and prepared to try to grasp her opponent's hands or wrists. Dana's hands went right for Cheryl's blouse. Dana pulled down and back toward her as the buttons on the blouse shot randomly around the room. And then the “attack” was over, the women were again apart glaring at each other, the only difference being Cheryl's blouse was completely open. Cheryl had on a red-lace demi cup bra; her dark erect nipples clearly visible through the sheer red lace that comprised the top-half of the bra.

Dana wasn't sure if Cheryl had even noticed her blouse was now wide open. Cheryl hadn't taken her eyes off Dana either before or after Dana's quick grab for the blouse's buttons. Cheryl did of course realized her blouse was open but it was not enough to shake her concentration. “If I can get those panties off its over.”

Again the two women were apart and glaring at one another. Cheryl was still in her red skirt but her matching blouse had been completely opened though it remained tucked in on her sides and back. The opened blouse also revealed the sweat that began to trickle down her neck and into her cleavage. Dana was in her tight brown shirt, still zipped two-thirds of the way to her neck The shirt ended just barely below Dana's belly button so the midriff was bare to the where her white bikini panties started.

Suddenly, as if it had been decided it was “her turn,” Cheryl came bounding towards Dana. Dana held her ground as the two women again engaged themselves in their duel. Dana had miss-judged the speed of Cheryl's advance so Cheryl was able to get her right hand over Dana's left, and into Dana's medium-length, straight auburn hair. Cheryl grabbed a hand full and began pulling Dana's head to Cheryl's right and slightly down. Dana quickly grabbed the other woman's right wrist and began trying to pull the hand out of her hair.

At the same time this was happening the women's other hands locked into each other. The next 40 seconds witnessed the two women standing and struggling in this position. Neither could get an advantage as Cheryl tugged at Dana's hair and as Dana kept trying to get her hair released from her rival's grasp. Finally, in desperation Dana released Cheryl's wrist and used the free hand to reach across into the open blouse.

Cheryl felt Dana release her wrist and for a brief second thought that perhaps she was ready to concede, but instead she felt her rival's finger tugging at her now completely exposed nipple. Dana had pulled the lace portion of Cheryl's demi-cup down over her breast and now had Cheryl's bare nipple between her thumb and fore finger. Cheryl screamed and released her foe from the grasp of both her hands, pushing Dana away and herself a bit backwards. Cheryl didn't say a word as she glared at Dana while she pulled the lace portion of her red bra back over her exposed breast and slightly swollen nipple.

The women said nothing as they each began a slow, clockwise rotation. The whole affair had not lasted more than five minutes and aside from the few yells resulting in the pinching of nipples, it had been a relatively quiet battle.

For the first time since the battle had begun Dana was finding her confidence slowly slip away. This other woman seemed to be getting a little stronger the longer they fought, not to mention she was now physically wrestling with another woman, a complete stranger, in her panties. Dana needed to go back on the offensive. Dana took a normal, calm stride toward her rival and measured her reaction. Both of Dana's hands were just slightly above her bare midriff with her palms and fingers lazily pointed toward Cheryl. Cheryl watched as Dana made her casual move toward her. Cheryl reached out with both her hands and grabbed Dana's left wrist and began trying to pull Dana towards her. Instead of resisting Cheryl's pull, Dana aggressively stepped even closer to Cheryl and swung her free right arm around the neck of Cheryl.

Cheryl had to let go of Dana's wrist to protect herself from this new attack. Now, in a matter of seconds, the women were embraced face-to-face and breast to breast. Each could feel the other's hardened nipples against their own. Dana's arms were around Cheryl with her hands meeting in the middle of Cheryl's back. She could feel Cheryl's bare skin and bra straps so she new she was inside Cheryl's blouse. Dana immediately went for the hooks that were keeping Cheryl's bra on her.

Cheryl had her arms around the top of Dana's shoulders and was beginning to dig both her hands into the hair at the back of Dana's head. As she planned to pull Dana's head back, and hopefully Dana to the ground, Cheryl felt Dana's hands releasing the hooks to her bra. Cheryl released Dana's hair and brought her hands back in front of her. Cheryl used her right hand to grab the ring that anchored the zipper to Dana's brown shirt and in one quick downward motion completely opened the tight brown shirt. At about the time the zipper completed its trip Cheryl used her free left hand to grab Dana's right breast.

Dana's white bra was so sheer Cheryl had no problem locating Dana's hardened nipple. As Cheryl began her assault on Dana's breasts she felt her own bra suddenly loosen and fall around the inside of her elbows. Cheryl quickly found Dana's nipple with thumb and forefinger on her left hand as her right hand pulled the bra down over Dana's left breast and nipple. Dana now had both of Cheryl's bare breasts in her hands and was likewise beginning to put pressure on the nipples.

Then, they both heard it, a truck had pulled into the driveway. It was Dana's oldest son. The women simultaneously released the other's breasts and nipples and looked at each other. Dana moved first. As she walked over to retrieve her slacks she pulled the tight white bra back over her left breast. Cheryl just stood there as she reached behind her back and returned her red lace bra to its proper position.

Dana turned and looked at her foe. “He'll come in through the garage so you can leave through the front door.” Dana gave her rival one more going over and let out a small, contemptuous laugh before she walked toward the dining room and out of view.

Cheryl had only one button left on her blouse but she buttoned it, crossed arms in front of her and walked out the front door to her car. “I know where you live bitch; this is not over.”