Sophia and Henry by Sidekick


This is the story of Sophia and Henry.  They were wonderfully, madly in
love.  So alike in mind,
temperament and interest; they had laughed, loved, worked and played
together for the past 3
years.  They were rarely seen apart and truly joined in mind and
spirit.  Both were in their 40s,
mature in the ways of the world but still young at heart.

One of the passions they shared was a strong catfight fetish.  This was
the subject of many a
fantasy for them.  They wrote stories to excite each other and began to
post them on the Internet
and correspond with others who shared the fetish.  Sophia had even had a
fight or two over the
years. None was very serious.  They mostly shared their fantasies with
each other and like
minded people on the Net.

One weekend morning in the early Spring, they awoke about mid morning
after a night of
wonderful sex and passion.  Henry awoke to the wonderful sensation of
Sophia's lips around his
hard cock.  He tilted his head to look down and see Sophia's head
bobbing up and down while
sucking and licking his stiff shaft.  "Hmmmmmm", Henry was panting and
squirming as his
orgasm was building.  It was his fourth in the last 12 hours.  Finally
filling Sophia's mouth with
his hot, sticky cum, grunted with extreme pleasure and lay in extreme
satisfaction for several
minutes.  After Sophia used the shower first, he moaned and resigned
himself to getting cleaned
up himself.

Feeling refreshed after the shower, he went downstairs to find Sophia
angrily reading something
at the computer.  "I see now, you dick!", Sophia spat.  She had found
Henry left his email
program open on the computer and she was reading through some of his
messages.  "Who the
fuck is this gretchen@dunkirk.ucd.ie ?, Huh?", she smiled at Henry. 
Although she was smiling,
her voice and demeanor made it clear to Henry that she was anything but
pleased.  "You and she
have been talking behind my back, I see.  And she is telling you about
some sexfight she is going
to be in. You fuck!", Sophia pushed away from the computer in a huff. 
As she shrugged off
Henry's attempts to hug her, he pleaded, "Darling, darling, darling. 
She is just a fan of my
stories that I've exchanged a couple of harmless messages with.  What's
the problem?".

"Uh huh", Sophia replied unconvinced.  Well what's that message from
this morning saying she
is visiting the U.S. from Ireland and wants to see you?".  "What?! I
didn't see anything about
that", Henry tore over to the PC and read Gretchen's latest message. 
"Good grief, baby!  I didn't
know about this.  I've exchanged a grand total of three messages with
this person".  "Right",
Sophia was stewing.  They argued about Gretchen Hamilton the rest of the
morning. Henry
pleaded his innocence to no avail.

After much arguing and pleading, Sophia seemed to be softening a
little.  Finally she appeared
resigned and then even agreeable to a visit from Gretchen.  "Darling are
you sure about this?",
Henry questioned.  "I don't care if she visits here or not.  I don't
even know the woman.  I
wouldn't know what to even say to her".  "Let her come.  I am just being
silly", Sophia replied.
"Nothing wrong with making a new friend, love", Sophia assured him.  But
Henry was not
convinced.

Messages were exchanged and it was decided that Gretchen would visit
Henry and Sophia after
the professional conference she was attending in Philadelphia at the end
of June.  She would
have a couple of days until her flight back to the U.K. Henry was
feeling increasingly uneasy as
the day of the visit approached, despite Sophia's insistence that she
was not upset.  They decided
to take Gretchen to a fancy restaurant in the city the night she
arrived.  Everyone would get to
know each other, relax in the fine atmosphere, have a fine meal and
retire for the evening as new
friends.

Still feeling uneasy about the whole thing, Henry and Sophia drove to
the airport to the Ramada
Inn to pick up Gretchen for dinner about 6:30pm on a Saturday night. 
Gretchen had arrived
earlier that day and insisted on checking herself in - not allowing them
to meet her at the airport.
She said she preferred to relax by herself after the trip and meet them
for the first time for dinner.


Walking into the lobby, they asked the clerk that Gretchen be called. 
After talking on the phone,
he said she would be right down. So, taking a seat in the lobby, Henry's
eyes ran over his woman
hungrily.  The restaurant they were going to was very upscale and
expensive.  And Sophia had
dressed "to the nines" for the evening.  She looked like a million
bucks.  She wore a full length
and form fitting gown.  And what a form it fit!  Sophia was full figured
and curvy; lovely face,
auburn hair hanging down on her shoulders, full and larger than average
breasts, a shapely, firm
ass and strong and shapely legs that ran all the way to the ground. 
Tonight, her dress was slit up
the front almost to her crotch.  When she walked her beautiful legs were
alternately on display.
And when she sat and crossed her legs, ---- whhhhheeeeewwwww, it was a
heavenly sight!
Henry practically salivated over his fine woman as they waited.  He
smiled at her, catching her
eye.  "I love you, baby", Henry said softly.  She licked her lips and
winked at him.  This always
drove him crazy with desire.  Henry felt his cock hardening as his
desire for Sophia raised to a
slow boil.

In just a few minutes, they heard a women address them from behind the
lobby chairs in which
they were sitting.  "You must be Henry and Sophia, I presume". Rising
they turned around to
meet Gretchen for the first time.

"Oh my God", thought Henry.  He was very proud of his Sophia as an
absolutely stunning
woman.  But standing in front of him was a very attractive woman.  She
was nearly as tall as
Sophia with long blond hair.  She certainly had curves in all the right
places, but not quite as full
figured as Sophia.  Gretchen was dressed in a gown almost exactly like
Sophia's; slit all the way
up the front.  One silver and the other gold.  Truly these two women
were a stunning sight that
took the breath from every man in the room.

There was an awkward pause as they all stared at each other pleasantly. 
Breaking the ice, Henry
said, "Gretchen!  Lovely to meet you", holding her hand an giving her a
peck on the cheek.  Next
came Sophia, with her hello and a pretend kiss.  Henry noticed they eyed
one another as their
faces touched and their kisses landed on nothing but air. "Well, shall
we be off then?", Henry
volunteered.  "Our car is this way".

Loading into their Acura, they made small talk and arrived at the
restaurant in about 15 minutes.
The car was comfortable enough but small enough that both women's legs
were on ample display
on entry, during the drive and on exit.  It was driving Henry to
distraction.  On arrival he escorted
the two beautiful women with one on each arm into the plush restaurant
where they had reserved
a table in the back.  They sat with Sophia and Gretchen on opposite
sides and Henry to one side.
The appetizers went well.  The wine came and they launched into the main
course easily as they
all discovered they were quite hungry.

As Sophia attempted to make small talk, she was only too aware that it
just wasn't coming easily.
Henry chimed in as appropriate, but let the women lead the
conversation.  As time passed the
women's comments became more catty.  "Well, I'm sure Wentworth is a fine
school; if you like
that sort of environment", Sophia said.  "Oh it's a wonderful
environment Sweetie.  Not like the
undisciplined American schools, I'm sure", answered Gretchen.  "Well
discipline is the last
refuge of an unimaginative mind, I've always heard".  "I went to school
for more than
daydreaming, darling".

The women seemed to gather speed and energy with each retort.  It didn't
take long for the
conversation was becoming quite uncivil. They began to insult each
other.  "There's some nerve
you have lecturing me".  "Well it's a dirty job but it's obvious
someone's got to do it".  "Talk
about dirty, your hair is falling in your soup, oh simple minded one". 
"Yes, let's talk of minds,
you body is certainly nothing for polite conversation".  "Look at yours,
that's a lovely dress
you're almost wearing".  "Planning on flashing the entire dining
room?".  "Well if it were you,
everyone in here would loose their appetite, wouldn't they?".  On and on
the women went.
Faster and faster they fired back.  Soon they were talking over top of
one another; now only half
listening to each other. As they became more shrill, the insults became
more personal. They
argued in increasing volume for several long minutes. Railing
simultaneously at each other; they
actually began to sound like two cats growling and screeching and ready
to pounce.  Henry could
have sworn he could see Sophia's hair standing up in the back of her neck.

It was becoming obvious that they would not get through dessert.  Four
letter words were now
being used.  "Fucking bitch", "Fat cow".  "Stinking cunt".  "Dyke",
"Whore".   Patrons at
neighboring tables were starting to stare.  Finally Henry got up, and
motioned for the maitre de to
come over.  Sophia and Gretchen were focused only on each other and kept
on arguing and
cursing  each other.  Henry whispered to the Maitre de for a few
seconds, motioning to the
women.  After receiving a few bills inconspicuously into his pocket, the
maitre de nodded his
approval.  "Yes sir.  If you will all come with me".

Returning to the table, Henry watched the women arguing with no regard
to where they were or
what kind of spectacle they were becoming.  They did not even notice him
as he walked around
the table.  Now with his back to most of the patrons in the restaurant,
and standing over the two
women, he bent down between them.  Feeling very much in the line of
fire, he reached out and
took each woman's breast in his hand and caressed them as he talked
softly to both of them.
"Girls, girls, girls.  Let's go somewhere and settle this, shall we? 
Come on.".  The two women
were distracted by having their breasts rubbed, but didn't really hear
anything he said.  Sophia
and Gretchen both looked away from each other and at Henry for the first
time in about 20
minutes.  "You want to fight?" He said softly.  "Come on, it's all
arranged. It's a short walk right
here in the building.  You can settle it".  The women looked at Henry,
startled and questioning
for a moment as if they didn't remember where they were.  Then returning
their glare at each
other, they rose and followed Henry to the back of the dining room.

The maitre de motioned for them to go through a door and then led them
down a short hallway.
Henry noticed several of waitresses and other women and men on the
kitchen staff were watching
them.  No doubt the word was passing about what had transpired and what
was going to take
place.

The maitre de stopped at a freight elevator and pushed the "up" button. 
In a few seconds the
doors opened and they all piled quickly inside.  Henry stood between
Sophia and Gretchen as
they rode up two flights.  The women glared at each other with hatred. 
They accepted their
separation for a moment, knowing they were going to be allowed to get
together very soon.  With
a "ding" and the opening of the doors, the maitre de led them down
another short hallway and
through large double doors.  Then they all entered a large, empty
ballroom.

Hurrying to close the doors behind them, the maitre de turned up the
lights and motioned for the
two waitresses and a cook to join him to the side.  Henry pulled up a
chair from a stack against
the wall and took off his coat to be comfortable before sitting down. 
Sophia and Gretchen
looked around for a second and then slowly circled around each other
again and again, moving
toward the center of the large ballroom.  Never taking their eyes from
each other, they slowly
kicked off their heels.  The restaurant staff whispered in excitement as
the women shook their
hair, running their hands through it once and then stepped toward each
other.

They walked slowly but deliberately forward, smacking their bodies
together and grabbing two
fistfuls of each other's hair.  Pulling their heads back as hard as they
could, they each groaned at
the opening of combat. They leaned into each other pulling and jerking
hair while stumbling
around in the center of the floor.  They started cursing.  "Fuck you",
"Eat shit", "dirty whore",
"sticking cunt".  They encouraged each other to fight.  "Come on". 
"Here I am".  "Let's see what
you've got".  "Bring it on".  "Let's go".

They pushed and jerked each other, bending at the waist.  Their long
bare legs flashed out
through the slits in their skirts and wrestled with each other.  They
commenced kicking and
kneeing at each other.  Henry was mesmerized by the sight of these two
stunning women fighting
before him.  Stumbling around and around, they became increasingly
unbalanced.  Finally they
fell with a thump to the floor.  Immediately they wrapped their legs
together and rolled over and
over, clutching and jerking hair. As they rolled there was a
rrrrrriiiipppppp, heard as the seam of
a dress gave way.  The women began to punch each other in the sides and
anywhere they could
hit.  They rolled to a stop and then began rolling the other way;
punching and wrestling and
pulling hair.

The restaurant staff became more animated in rooting the fighters on. 
They encouraged the
women, openly.  "Yeah, fuck her up", "Go for her tits", "Tear her dress
off", the Staff was
thoroughly enjoying this deliciously sexy catfight.  Henry was squirming
in his chair, trying to
alternately hide or rub his ferocious hard-on; he couldn't decide which.
In another minute, he
decided on rubbing.

Rrrrrrrrriiiiippppppp! Another dress seam gave way.  The dresses were
just hanging off the two
women as they rolled around on the floor.  They punched each other
anywhere they could with
one hand and kept the other locked in hair.  They jerked their hair,
slugged each other savagely
and slowly rolled over each other.

The women were now rolling completely out of their dresses and still
rolling toward the wall.
The large floor provided a completely unrestricted space.  Henry heard
the door opening and a
couple more of the kitchen staff came in to watch. They were greeted by
the sight of two nearly
naked women rolling on the floor, their ripped dresses laying in heaps. 
They were now in little
shear panties and bras as they stopped rolling and clutched each other,
panting to catch their
breath.

Sophia and Gretchen were wrapped up tightly and panting hard.  They lay
with their faces almost
touching, glaring at each other.  Each could feel the breath of the
other. As they panted they
challenged each other.  "Come on bitch", "Fuck you", "Let's go, cunt",
"As long as you want it,
whore".  They spat their words at each other.  Sophia grabbed Gretchen's
tit with one hand and
squeezed.  "Aaaaagggggg!", she squealed.  Grabbing a tit also, Gretchen
scratched savagely.
Their thin bras were quickly torn away and they continued to scratch
each other's breasts and
began squeezing nipples. They were sweating heavily, in spite of the
cool temperature of the
room.  Presently they began rolling again, still in a fierce titfight.

The spectators were all flushed with excitement and continuing to
encourage the women.  Henry
was openly rubbing himself through his suit pants.  Later he would be
exceedingly glad they were black.

Presently each woman felt overwhelmed by the sensation of their sweating
bodies rubbing
together.  Their bodily contact and the raw emotion of slugging,
scratching and wrestling with
each other was erotic. Truthfully each was really enjoying the fight.
They started to hump each
other's leg as they lay tangled together.  "Ohhhh", "Uuuunnnnnn",
"hhhhhhmmmmmm".  They
sighed as they rubbed their pussies against each other.  Still holding
each other by the hair, they
brought their faces together.  They cursed each other.  "You fucking
bitch!", "You stinking
cunt!".  Then they smacked together in a furious sloppy french kiss. For
long seconds they fought
with their tongues and humped their pussies and moaned into each other's
mouth.  Breaking
away, they howled with simultaneous orgasms. 
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeaaaaa!",
"Uuuuhhhhhgggggggggggg!".  They pulled each other's hair as hard as they
could as their
orgasms washed over them.  Moaning and grunting, they pulled hair and
let their juices soak their
panties and each other's leg.

The spectators were silently mesmerized by the wanton sight.  Someone
could be heard saying,
"Oh,,  my,, god".   As they regained control, Sophia and Gretchen glared
at each other and then
kicked and pushed at each other and separated for the first time since
walking into the room.  .
Everyone wondered if it was finally over.  The women sat on the floor,
facing each other for
several moments, glaring.  Then they rose to their knees and began to
crawl towards each other.

A murmur of approval was heard from the spectators as the women through
themselves at each
other, smacking together.  They spent their last ounces of energy,
furiously punching, clutching,
kneeing and scratching each other.  There was no defense, no thought of
anything buy destroying
each other.  They wailed away, fighting violently to win.  Henry came in
his pants and moaned
with intense pleasure, "ahhhhhhggggg, uuuummmm!"

Sophia slugged Gretchen in the stomach and made her double over.  Then
coming with a round
house right, she connected with the side of her head and Gretchen went
down like a sack of
potatoes.  Slumping down, spent and elated at the same time, Sophia
threw her head back and
howled in victory, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"   

Moving over to her, Henry kneeled down and they hugged in celebration. 
Turning to each other,
they kissed passionately.  Henry caressed her hair and held her as they
swayed back and forth
slowly, clinging to each other.  "My baby, my baby", Henry said over and
over.

Presently they kitchen Staff began to slip out.  Henry realized the
maitre de was standing over
him.  "Here, sir", he said holding out a white smock worn by the cooks.
"I think madam will be
needing something else to wear".  He smiled as Henry took the smock and
he helped Sophia into
it.  Some other women assisted Gretchen into a similar one after she
began to stir back to
consciousness.  Others gathered up the women's gowns and they were all
helped out of the ball
room.  The maitre de skillfully escorted them to the service entrance,
like a secret agent avoiding
detection.

As the three walked briskly to their car, Sophia and Henry were arm in
arm.  Gretchen was
sulking a couple of steps behind.  They all piled into the car, Gretchen
in the back seat.  The two
women hadn't spoken a word to each other since the end of the fight. 
Sophia was elated and no
longer feeling the slightest threat from Gretchen.  Henry thought it was
the most mind-blowingly
exciting evening he had ever spent.  Little did he know what lay in
store for the next several
hours.

(To Be Continued ...)