Natalie by Sidekick

Natalie watched breathlessly as the two girls wrestled and punched each
other while rolling across the grass. They were locked up tightly,
straining and grunting. Then slugging each other repeatedly with one
fist, they jerked on their hair with the other. There was nothing for
them but the fight. Neither knew that she had turned the corner of the
New Hartman Middle School and found them fighting on the grass.

It was Friday evening and she had stayed to catch up on grading some
papers. It was her first year teaching at New Hartman Middle School and
she didn't want to bring the papers home. She was afraid she would just
put them in the corner and forget about them. Staying in the classroom
was a way of ensuring she would work instead of procrastinates. When
5:00pm came, she put them aside and headed out the door. But this time,
everyone had left the school grounds; or so she thought. She was seldom
here this late. Thinking she would encounter no one until she reached
her car in the parking lot, she was shocked to round the corner and find
the two girls. It was the corner of the school the furthest away from
the street. It was fairly secluded with the long side of the extremely
long building blocking the view from the street. And there they were;
two very young teens in a catfight.

Natalie was mesmerized by the sight. All she could do was stare; she
didn't expect to see such a thing and was unsure what to do. She found
she couldn't help herself from simply watching the fight. She knew she
shouldn't, but she did. It was a very good catfight. The girls were
evenly matched. They grunted, groaned, wrestled, punched and pulled hair
and scratched each other for quite a while. Natalie didn't know how long
she had been standing there. They were dressed in very short shorts and
snugly fitting tee shirts. It appeared that they had planned to meet
there to settle things between them.

As she watched them continue their combat, her mind drifted away to her
own youth. She remembered her own days as a teen and all the fights she
had. There were so many fights. She had almost not been allowed to
finish school because of it. Then she finally got smart enough to avoid
conflicts in school, preferring to have them in private. Oh maybe not in
private, but at least somewhere away from authority.

Natalie Thomas had really liked fighting. As she watched the girls
grapple in front of her, she remembered what it felt like to roll in the
grass with another girl. She remembered how it was to pound her fists
into someone else's soft body and feel them punch back. She remembered
the feeling of her legs tangled with someone else's; of pulling hair and
having hers pulled. She remembered the excitement, the exhilaration and
the strange satisfaction. Consequently she did it as often as the
opportunity presented itself. There were a couple of girls she disliked
and was always fighting with. But she would fight almost anyone in those
days; at least anyone her physical match. They didn't have to argue.
There were several times a girl asked her to fight and she quickly
agreed. She would follow them anywhere and then fight like she hated
them for years. A smile crossed her face as she thought back to those days.

She continued with her hobby all through high school as well. Somehow,
during her college years she grew away from it. There were fewer and
fewer opportunities. Fewer girls were willing. And there was an
education to be finished and a living to be earned.

As one of the girls on the grass began to get the upper hand, it was
obvious it would be over in short order. Natalie decided to slip on down
the sidewalk now, rather than be seen by these two. She didn't want to
deal with punishing them or reporting them or anything like that. If
they wanted to fight, that was their business. She drove quickly home.

All that evening, she couldn't take her mind off the fight. She kept
reflecting over her own experiences in her younger years. And she was
surprised how she felt. She was understandably proud of her education
and having gained a teaching position. She had made a life for herself
when that was not a sure thing by far. She could easily have turned into
a social misfit at several turns. But she had stuck with it and
persevered. But now, her mind was flooded with a torrent of memories
from her past. And surprisingly she felt quite nostalgic over it. It had
been years since her last fight. But seeing the two teens in private
combat this evening had raised something in her. She missed it. She felt
a strange but definite longing.

The next few days were strange for Natalie. She could not concentrate
well. Her mind kept flashing back to past times and places. Images of
cat fighting bombarded her brain whether she invited them or not. She
found herself flushing with these thoughts. She found herself titillated
with these thoughts. She found it impossible to push them away. She
began to look at other women with a new perverse kind of appraising eye.
She noticed their height as compared to hers. She noticed their weight
and muscle tone. She noticed their bust size and their hair. She stood
next to them and secretly measured their legs against hers. There was no
denying it; Natalie Thomas wanted to fight again.

It was crazy of course. Or was it? As long as she did it in private,
what would be wrong? She certainly had to do something. Her mind would
focus on almost nothing else. But how would she find an opponent? Grown
respectable women were not receptive to fighting; or were they? Perhaps
she wasn't as strange as she thought. There were many girls to fight as
a teen. Where did they all go? Surely there were others like her. She
certainly hoped so.

She badly wanted to do it, but didn't know how to make it happen. When
she was younger, girls would talk at parties and ball games and social
events. They were often catty with each other when no guys were around.
It didn't' take much to find someone that would not back down when
taunted or identify those that thought they were better than everyone
else. Maybe she just needed to find adult versions of those situations.
She would try. She had to. She must find someone to fight.

Later that week she bought some new party clothes at the local mall.
They were risqué and made her look younger and "on the prowl." Then she
identified a local watering hole that she thought would have a lot of
people, a lot of booze and offer a rich hunting ground. When Saturday
evening came, she dressed in her new clothes and noticed again how
risqué the dress was. It was short and sleeveless. Natalie was not
exactly one for dressing sexy. She had always been more of a tomboy
while growing up. But she knew that women were competitive when it came
to sex. And she was going to look the part required for the competition.
One more look in the mirror and she sighed and marched out the door to
get the "fix" she now needed.

The local bar/dance hall was noisy and crowded that evening. There were
many couples but also many singles on the prowl. The women were mostly
very young; too young actually. Natalie was not sure some of them were
even old enough to be in such an establishment. But after a time, she
noticed two women sitting together at a corner table. They were drinking
and talking and obviously watching the room. One of the women was older;
closer to her age it seemed. And she was dressed in a short skirt and
light blouse which left little to the imagination. Her bust was larger,
like Natalie's and her legs were strong. She appeared to be short and
Natalie thought they would be close in height. So, taking the last sip
of her drink, she moved toward the table in the corner.

When she got there she introduced herself and said that she was new in
town. Asking if the place was always this crowded and noisy, she stood
by waiting to be invited to sit down. There was an awkward pause, but
then the invitation came and she took the chair opposite the other two.
About that time a guy they obviously knew came over and asked one of the
two to dance. And as she got up and left, Natalie and the other women
were left alone simply looking at each other with little to say. They
smiled politely at each other, but then slipped into a stare in which
each evaluated the other. Natalie didn't think the other women liked
her. And she was delighted and encouraged at the thought. She played the
arrogant part that she remembered so easily from her youthful days and
hoped it was going to work.

She stared straight back at the other woman. She didn't even remember
her name even though there were introduced only seconds ago. They
watched each other strangely, not saying a word. This was better than
Natalie could have hoped for. She felt the butterflies rise in her
stomach, just like they used to do so many years before when she and
another girl began to challenge each other. Natalie leaned in, resting
her head in her hands with her elbows on the table. She was now staring
right at the woman and she was staring back. Natalie decided to go for it.

She leaned in very close, smiled insincerely and said, "I really don't
think I like you much. Why don't you leave?" The other woman was taken
aback but recovered very quickly and answered, "Well now, that's just
too bad, isn't it?" Natalie was committed and so she returned, "Or we
could both leave and go somewhere." There was complete silence between
them for a minute or so as they continued to stare unsmilingly at each
other. Natalie was becoming more confident by the minute. She was
falling into her former persona and it felt very comfortable. Again she
spoke, "Do you know someplace private we could go? You know, to TALK."
Then in a few seconds Natalie added to the tension by silently mouthing
the words "fuck you." And that did it. "All right honey." retorted the
other woman. "If you want to play, let's go somewhere and play. IF you
think you have what it takes." "Try me bitch." answered Natalie,
relieved that this was working. "Oh I'll do more than try." was the
reply. "Come on." And Natalie followed her out of the bar with the
excitement building with every step.

They turned to each other when they reached the parking lot and stepped
up nose to nose. "You want to do it here, bitch?" asked Natalie. Smiling
now, the woman replied, "No. My apartment is just three blocks away and
my car is over there. Let's make this private. I don't want anyone
getting in the way.." "Fine." said Natalie and the two made their way to
their cars and convoyed the three blocks. Following the woman into the
door and up to the second floor, Natalie was soon inside her apartment.
She wheeled around as soon as she entered, not wanting to let herself be
vulnerable. The other woman closed and locked the door and walked over
to the dining room which was unusually large. It had a single table on a
hardwood floor. In just a minute the woman had pushed the table easily
to the corner and slid the chairs out of the way also. This left a quite
large open area, completely bare except for the wood floor. It was
almost like a dance floor – maybe not the perfect place. But honestly
Natalie would have fought the woman in the parking lot if she wanted to.
She was now so excited, it didn't matter where they did it.

Stepping into the room the women looked at each other and began to slip
off their shoes. She began to remove her blouse and Natalie eagerly
removed her dress. In less than a minute they were in sheer bras and
panties and began circling each other.

Natalie was thrilled that she was able to make this happen so easily.
Her pulse was pounding, she was breathing harder and she could feel her
pussy leaking through her panties. She had not realized how much she
wanted and needed this. She smiled as she motioned with her hands for
the woman to come on and fight.

Unnnhhhhh! They locked up, smacking together and grabbing each other's
hair. They stumbled around the room, pulling each other off balance and
bending their heads back and then forward wildly. One arm was quickly
used to begin pummeling each other's bodies with fists. Damn! It felt so
good to Natalie. She chirped as she slugged the other woman in the side
and then into her breast. She was getting hit in the side and shoulder
and neck in return. They jerked hair and punched each other for several
minutes before clinching. Natalie could feel the sweat coming out on
each of their bodies.

They began to wrap their legs around each other and pulled each other
into the floor. With a loud thud, their entwined bodies hit the hard
floor as they rolled, thrashed, scratched, punched and kicked each
other. They were like two wild women. You could hear their bodies
smacking against the hard floor as they fought. Presently one of
Natalie's punches took its toll and she heard a loud "umph!" Natalie
scrambled away and turned toward her opponent. But she was already
recovering and pushing herself off the floor.

They both sat up and faced each other. Then getting up to their knees,
they raised their fists and began pummeling each other. Then, slowing as
they tired, the punches came slower and were well aimed. The women
punched each other's breasts, faces and bodies for several minutes. They
were tiring rapidly. But as tired as Natalie was, she was elated over
the fistfight. The exchange of punches literally sent a warm and
pleasant current through her. Adrenaline was flowing. There was pain but
it wasn't that noticeable. Her pussy juices flowed and flowed as the two
slugged it out. Their tits were becoming very red and sore. Their faces
were becoming marked a little as well. The contest was dead even when
Natalie grabbed her opponent's tit and squeezed it hard.
"Aaaiiiiihhhhhh!" screamed the woman and grabbed Natalie's tits roughly.
They squeezed and scratched their breasts and pulled each other close.
There was a wild look of hate in each woman's eyes as the tit fight went
on for several minutes.

Then, pulling each other over into the floor, they locked up tightly and
squeezed each other in a bear hug with legs entwined. Over and over,
slowly they rolled across the hard floor. Their legs and arms were red,
scratched and bruised. But Natalie had no thoughts of stopping. She was
totally into the fight. She needed this and would happily fight this
woman as long as possible. They were a good match. Natalie could feel
the other woman's breath on her face. She reached up and jerked her head
back by her hair. The only sounds in the room were their hard breathing
and grunting at the struggle.

Natalie could feel that both their panties were soaked. As they lay in
the violent embrace each began to throw slow punches at the other's
head. They were not able to generate much force but they continued this
for, what seemed like, a long time. Pussy juices were literally dripping
on the floor now. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" As the lay there and
slugged each other, Natalie actually had an orgasm. She jerked the other
woman's hair as hard and she could and squeezed her body between her
legs and rubbed her pussy against her as the wonderful feeling flushed
over her. Then feeling suddenly exhausted, she slumped slightly against
her opponent.

The other woman continued to pound her with punches and started to rub
her pussy harder against her. Natalie just held on, only occasionally
throwing a fist toward her head or into her side. Then the other woman
bucked and moaned and slammed her pussy into Natalie as she came hard.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhmmmmm!" Now both women slumped against each other, still
holding on, but very tired and satisfied for the moment. They listened
to the sound of their heavy breathing, felt their sweaty bodies and the
juices on the floor and their soaked panties.

In a few minutes Natalie moaned, "uuhhhhh" as the other woman slugged
her hard in the side. Speaking the first words since entering the
apartment, Natalie said softly, "That's it. Come on, slut. Let's fight."
She threw a punch at her head and rolled over into her moving them to
their other side. For the next several minutes, they jerked on each
other's hair and punched as hard as they could. Finally the woman said,
"You fucking whore, this isn't getting us anywhere." But Natalie was
thrilled and right where she wanted to be. She answered, "You want to
give up, bitch?" "No." came the quick reply as she moaned. "Get up and
let's fistfight." "Any way you want it, you cunt." replied Natalie. The
women separated and rolled away from each other.

Rubbing their sore muscles they walked around for a few seconds while
keeping an eye on each other. The both looked beaten up. Their hair was
a mess. There were red marks, scratches and bruises all over their
bodies. Their tits were no exception to this damage. Four rock hard
nipples faced each other as they raised their fists and smiled. "Fuck
you." said the woman. "I think you've already done that." replied
Natalie. "You wanted to duke it out. Let's do it." Moving toward each
other and each taking a deep breath, they began slugging away fast and
furiously. It was as good as any barroom brawl you've ever seen. The
women punched each other's faces, tits and bodies anywhere they could
hit. It was non-stop slugging as neither bothered with any defense. They
just wanted to hit each other. On and on they poured their energy out,
until there was barely any left. Finally just holding in a fighter's
stance, they were too tired to throw another punch. Still they waved
their fists at each other for several minutes, pretending to have the
strength to continue. But then they each sensed they were done. Their
hands dropped down as they leaned on them against their knees.

"You're lucky I'm too tired to finish you bitch." sneered the woman. "Uh
huh." clucked Natalie. "I think you're the lucky one." They panted and
rested for several more minutes. Neither could take their eyes off the
other. Natalie was thrilled by this first fight in years. She had loved
every minute. She was indeed lucky to find someone so closely her match
and so willing to mix it up for no real reason. Neither made any move to
get dressed or leave the room. But eventually they did back away against
opposite walls, leaning and resting while still watching each other. "So
what, it's a draw?" questioned Natalie. Another few silent moments went
by. "Well, you could stay the night and we could finish it in a few
hours or in the morning." said the woman. "We can't leave it like this."
Natalie smiled and felt a rush of excitement run through her once again
at the thought. "No, we can't," she said. "Show me the spare bed or the
couch and I'll be here when you're rested and ready." "No spare and not
much furniture. I just moved in a few days ago." she replied. "There's
only one bed." A long stare between the women sealed the deal. "Come
on," motioned the woman turning toward the bedroom. "I think we know
each other well enough now." And they followed each other toward, what
promised to be a very unusual night.