Leigh vs. Stella

That same summer Leigh and her mom fought in the back yard in front of me
Leigh and her friend Stella had at it. I suppose it was bound to happen one
day as they could both be very catty and competitive. I was the catalyst
though. Stella knew I always wanted her, and in fact she used that to get me
to take Leigh out for the first time. She enjoyed keeping me on a string and
like the typical dumb teenage boy I never questioned it, I just kept
pursuing her. Great for her ego, and to reward me we occasionally got
together. These casual hookups were magic and had always kept me coming back
for more.

Since Leigh and I started seeing each other it became an exclusive
relationship. Stella had gotten us together but quickly became jealous of
her own handiwork. It wasn¹t so much that she missed our fuck-buddy dates
because she had plenty of guys available. After all, she was hot and knew
how to work it. I think it was simply a question of wanting what you can¹t
have, especially since she had it before and had it first. The fact that
Leigh had replaced her as the object of my desire simply wouldn¹t do.

Stella was a buxom blond in the Marilyn Monroe tradition. Great 36 D chest,
small waist, curvy hips and well toned legs. More importantly, she exuded
sex appeal no matter what she was doing. Her blond hair was shoulder length
and straight, but when she was coiffed for a night out she was stunning.
Standing 5¹6² in her bare feet, she weighed an average 125 lbs. She had a
nice build but nothing you¹d call athletic. She just carried herself like a
cat.

Leigh was 5¹8², probably 135 lbs, and definitely athletic. Big muscular legs
from years of competitive ice skating, calves that bulged when she walked,
and an ass that was by no means small but was rock solid and fat free. She¹d
easily pass for an aspiring bodybuilder. Her Amazon image was completed by
her trim waist she maintained with 100 sit-ups every morning and a 36 DD
chest that she was always trying to disguise with loose fitting tops.
Shoulder length brown hair framed a face that could be a model¹s. Seeing her
in a bikini that summer literally took my breath away. She had dropped about
10 lbs since fighting with her mom and was showing the beginnings of 6-pack
abs.

We lived near a lake and it was the social center for the summer. Swimming,
sailing, tennis, and dining in the newly completed clubhouse made for a
country club atmosphere. During the hot summer days the adults gravitated
towards the clubhouse lawn with tables and waitress service from the bar.
The kids favored the field next to the tennis courts for tanning and privacy
from their parents. We¹d lay our towels out, bask in the sun, and run down
to the water for a quick dip when it got too hot. Leigh and I were doing
just that, lying side-by-side one day just enjoying a gorgeous day. She ran
down for a dip and a quick lap out to the floating dock and back, leaving me
at the field alone. Stella had been waiting for a private talk with me and
plopped down on Leigh¹s towel the second Leigh hit the water.

³Ombar, I haven¹t seen much of you this summer. Where have you been hiding?²

³I¹ve been around, mostly with Leigh. I never thanked you properly for
setting us up. That was a nice thing you did, for both her and me.²

³Yeah. About that. I¹m glad you two are getting along so well and all, but
damn, you and I never seem to get together anymore. I miss those times
together. ³ She¹s got a wicked little smile and she¹s playing with her
hair. She extends a toned and tanned leg out and prods me with a toe.

³Wait a second², I respond. ³Leigh and me was your idea, your doing. If you
recall, I only took her out as a favor to you. Now you disapprove?²

³No, I just don¹t like the idea of her acting like she owns you. I was
seeing you first, and now that seems like it¹s over. I disapprove of THAT.
Besides, you¹re too good for her. She¹s trailer park trash. What exactly do
you see in her? ²

³C¹mon, Stella. She¹s not trash and you know it. And you even said it
yourself ­ she¹s cute. You gotta admit, she¹s more than cute. She¹s hot.²
Now I¹m prodding Stella but with ideas, not my toe. ³Don¹t be too quick to
piss her off either. She¹s strong and can handle herself.²

³Oh, I could take her. My brothers are both on the wresting team and I¹ve
learned a thing or two from them over the years. Anyway, I don¹t think she
has the guts to wrestle me.²



I haven¹t told anyone about the tussle between Leigh and her mom, but if
Stella¹s going to get catty with Leigh she had better think twice. Leigh
showed no hesitation fighting her mother so I know she won¹t hold back
against Stella. Friends or not, Leigh would probably relish the chance to
show off for me and prove she can handle another girl in a fight. She and
her mother have been observing an uneasy truce since they wrestled but
there¹s a tension there. Her mom stands a little taller around Leigh, seems
to hold her chest out a bit, and Leigh gets a tight-lipped expression on her
face whenever her mom grins at her. Mom is staying, ³I beat you up and you
know it,² and that¹s not sitting well with Leigh. She might not be eager to
fight her mother again, but Leigh definitely wants to redeem herself in my
eyes. We talked after the beating her mom gave her and I told her how erotic
their girl-on-girl combat was that day, and that win or lose she¹s still
über-sexy in my book. Now Stella is presenting the perfect chance for Leigh
to fight someone besides her mom.

That¹s when Leigh comes back from her quick swim to find Stella sitting on
her towel talking to her boyfriend. A look of concern is clear on Leigh¹s
face, but because Stella is her friend and the one who introduced us, no
attitude or animosity comes out. Yet.

³I think you¹re in my place, Stella,² Leigh says.

³Your place? What, like you own it?² Here comes Stella¹s cattiness.

³No, but your on my towel. Next to MY boyfriend.² Delivered with just enough
edge to her voice to warn the blond.

Stella¹s grinning and enjoying this verbal exchange, but Leigh is clearly
uncomfortable and getting annoyed every second Stella remains on her towel.

Perhaps Stella is thinking Leigh will back off. Or maybe she just wants to
get something off her chest. Either way, she continues. ³He was mine before
you ever showed up, and he can be mine again. Any time I want.²

Disbelief and anger are rising in Leigh. And backing down is not in her
nature. ³Over my dead body!

³Yum, sounds like fun. Name the place and time,² the blond taunts.

³How about now, over at the beach by the boat dock.²

Leigh is grinning now. A private showdown by the secluded boat dock is just
what this blond bitch needs. A hint of uncertainty creeps into Stella¹s
expression. A verbal joust is one thing, but she issued a challenge and now
she¹s got to back it up. Her mouth has gotten her into trouble now.

Stella looks around and is dismayed to see no one has been paying any
attention to this little exchange. Nobody is going to come to her rescue and
stop this. Leigh is already walking towards the path to the boat dock and
turns to look back. The girls make eye contact and Stella glares after
Leigh. After hesitating she follows her opponent and so do I. The path
through a small wooded area is maybe 40 yards from where we were sunning and
can¹t be seen from anywhere but the water. Perfect spot for a showdown!
When Stella and I get to the beach area I see Leigh has been
stretching. This makes her opponent even more uncomfortable and she¹s gone
pale. Clearly Leigh is ready for a tussle and this makes Stella look scared.
Looks like the friendship is about to end.

³How do you want to do this?² asks Leigh.

³I don¹t know. But NO PUNCHING! Don¹t you DARE hit my face!² Stella says as
she looks around nervously. ³Why don¹t we just arm wrestle?²

³Nah. I want something a little more satisfying. You said you could wrestle,
that your brothers taught you. That¹s fine with me. We¹ll wrestle.²

I didn¹t think Leigh had heard any of my conversation with Stella. Obviously
she had. Probably planned something like this the second she saw Stella
talking to me and acting all sexy.

Without another word Stella charges at Leigh. Her breasts bounce in her red
one-piece suit as she bounds toward the bigger brunette and her toned legs
drive her into her opponent in a tackling motion. As Stella¹s shoulder rams
into Leigh¹s stomach Leigh reaches both arms around her attacker and locks
her hands together across the blonde¹s chest. Falling backwards onto her
butt, Leigh tosses Stella to the side. Stella lands on her hands and knees
in the soft sand immediately turns to face her opponent. Leigh is quickly
onto her knees and facing Stella before the blond even looks up. Then Leigh
lunges for her and sinks a headlock in on her surprised foe. Leigh¹s
bikini-clad chest is smashed tight against her rival¹s face, and Stella
starts to turn beet red. Weakly wrapping her arms around Leigh¹s waist as
the headlock gets tightened, Stella begins to moan in pain. Leigh is
cranking down for all she¹s worth and the effect is clear. The girls are
locked together on their knees in the sand, face to face, but Stella is
falling towards the sand onto her back. Leigh¹s strength is awesome and
she¹s not holding back at all. Driving with her magnificent legs, she drives
Stella completely onto her back and lands on top of her, straddling her and
maintaining the killer headlock. It¹s slipped into more of a bosom smother
but Leigh¹s arms are both wrapped tightly around Stella¹s neck in a death
grip like a python.

Muffled cries of pain are barely audible through Leigh¹s big bosoms. The
pain she¹s inflicting on Stella¹s neck must be tremendous but even more
effective is the smothering action from those stunning DD¹s. Leigh continues
to drive with her massive legs and her tortured opponent writhes in pain and
begins to arch her back. Stella¹s legs are pawing at the sand and gouging
trenches in it but she can¹t get any traction. Taking her hands from around
Leigh¹s waist Stella begins trying to shove the busty brunette off her by
placing her hands on Leigh¹s face. Leigh turns her head to the side and the
blonde¹s hands slip away. I can see the expression on my girls face and it¹s
one of pure delight. It¹s a mismatch and Leigh couldn¹t be more pleased with
herself. Stella is screaming in pain but it¹s too muffled for anybody but me
to hear. What little of Stella¹s face I can see above Leigh¹s breasts shows
both panic and agony. Stella¹s legs thrash uselessly as her attacker
maintains the straddle, driving continuously with her heavily muscled thighs
and squeezing the blonde¹s neck with both arms. With her bulging calves hard
as diamonds she continues the onslaught. Leigh is sweating profusely but she
doesn¹t care. Grinding her opponent into the sand and crushing her skull are
all she¹s thinking about.

Stella stops thrashing and plants her feet in the sand like she¹s about to
try to arch and bridge to knock this murderous brunette off her, but Leigh
quickly grapevines both Stella¹s legs and applies the pressure. Keeping her
arms around the blonde¹s head, Leigh lets off some of the pressure on the
headlock and Stella¹s cries are a little more audible, but just a bit. She¹s
crying too much to scream loudly and she starts begging.

³Oooooow!!! No more, PLEASE!!

Leigh cranks down on the headlock again, smiling a vicious smile that speaks
volumes. It¹s Christmas, her birthday, and a winning lottery ticket, all
rolled into one. She¹s overpowered her rival from the outset and has been in
complete control every second. The fact that I¹m watching this complete
destruction can only add to her enjoyment of the fight. This victory might
not erase the beating she suffered in the wrestling match with her mother
but it definitely lessens the sting. More pressure on the smothering
headlock.

³Mmmgnphff!!! Ngh Mrrre Plnnns!!

Stella continues to bet for the end but Leigh is showing no signs of letting
her off. She¹s going to torture her foe a little more. Smiling at me, Leigh
says, ³Watch this!²

She releases the grapevine and headlock at the same time and sits astride
Stella¹s midsection. Grabbing two handfuls of the blonde¹s hair Leigh yanks
her into a sitting position on the sand, keeping herself in a straddle
position face to face with her victim. Just like her mom did to her, Leigh
wraps those Amazon legs around Stella¹s waist and locks her ankles together
in a body scissors. The two wrestlers fall to one side and Leigh leans back
to crank the body scissors as hard as she can. Stella screams loudly and
immediately Leigh leans forward to cover Stella¹s mouth with both hands.
Frantically Stella pushes at those monster thighs crushing her ribs but
they¹re locked solidly around her waist. Realizing that any more screaming
will bring parents and kids to see what¹s happening back here, Leigh goes
for the headlock again. With her huge bosoms back in smothering position
it¹s safe to crush Stella some more with her thighs. A full 10 seconds of
squeezing with all her strength has her opponent thrashing around again with
her legs and slapping at her back with her hands. More muffled cries of
pain, again too quiet to carry beyond the little fighting area in which
these two are locked in combat.
Leigh begins alternating between relaxing her legs and ramming them straight
around Stella¹s stomach and ribs. They both agreed to no punching, but this
looks even worse than fists would be. Stella¹s eyes are red-rimmed from
bawling, her face is beet red from the headlocks, and she¹s exhausted form
struggling against her overpowering rival. She¹s done and can¹t mount any
kind of fight herself. The blond is reduced to moaning and just taking
whatever beating the busty brunette wants to dish out.
Suddenly Leigh is off Stella and on her feet. Grabbing the blonde¹s scraggly
hair Leigh jerks Stella to her feet. Stella weakly reaches for Leigh¹s hair,
but it¹s tied up in a ponytail and wrapped into a bun on top of her head,
nothing loose to grab for. Leigh puts a leg behind Stella and shoves her
hard backwards, tripping her and sending her back onto the sand again.
Stella rolls feebly onto her stomach and tries to get to her hands and knees
but her tormentor is just waiting for her. Leigh comes down hard onto
Stella¹s upper back with her muscular butt, forcing the beaten blonde¹s face
into the sand and the air from her lungs in a giant whoosh. Stella¹s cries
are almost too faint to hear. Her legs kick weakly as Leigh continues to
grind her face into the sand. Slipping down into the small of Stella¹s back,
Leigh grabs another two handfuls of her hair and yanks upward, lifting her
foe¹s chest completely off the sand. Using one hand to hold herself up off
the sand and the other to try and pull one of Leigh¹s hands out of her hair,
Stella wails softly.

³Aaaaayeeh, fuckfuckfuckyoufuckingbitch!!!²

Leigh then stands and drags the beaten fighter by the hair to the water.
Still face down, Leigh sits back down on Stella¹s upper back and forces her
face into the water. This seems to give the blond a burst of energy but it¹s
barely enough to let her buck and thrash. Using those disheveled blond locks
Leigh yanks Stella¹s head out of the water so she can take a breath and then
shoves her face back into the water. This goes on for 20 or 30 seconds and
then Leigh drags her back to her feet and onto the sand again. Stella can¹t
even stand up, collapsing onto her stomach the second the bigger girl lets
her go. With Stella sprawled on her face on the sand, Leigh puts one knee in
her victim¹s lower back and the other knee across the back of Stella¹s neck,
places her hands on her hips and flexes her biceps in triumph.