Natalie 2 by Sidekick ( sidekick99@comcast.net )

(continued from part 1)

Natalie watched the naked woman plop on the bed in front of her. Her
body was red, bruised and scratched. Quickly she lay back and slipped
under the sheets. Natalie cautiously moved to the bed and sat with her
back to the other woman. She felt the extreme tiredness washing over
her. As she rubbed her sore muscles, moved back and pulled the covers
over her while watching her bed companion cautiously. The women eyed
each other for several minutes. Becoming satisfied that neither wanted
do to anything but sleep, they slipped silently off into dreamland.

It seemed only a few seconds until Natalie felt pain and her head being
pulled back strongly by the hair. What kind of perverse reality dream
was she having? She felt trapped. She felt a pressure around her hips
and legs. Her head and neck were hurting. By reflex she reached out with
both hands, searching to discover, to release herself. It was very dark.
Her hands felt soft fabric and then soft, warm flesh. She felt a face
and then soft hair. She clutched at it and began to pull and jerk it.
She was still groggy and had no idea what time it was. The other woman's
leg was hooked around hers. She moved toward her and they tangled their
legs like two snakes. The women lay facing each other in a fighting
embrace. They felt the pain of their hairpulling and heard the sounds of
their heavy breathing. Each grunted and jerked her opponent's hair.

The bed was very warm and before long the two were sweating from laying
and struggling against each other. For many long minutes they pulled
hair and tried to slam a knee into soft flesh. The hot and sweaty
contact was making Natalie's pussy wet. She clamped her legs harder and
rubbed herself against the other woman's thigh. The harder she humped
her leg, the harder she pulled her hair. She could tell the other woman
was becoming excited too. On into the night they fought right in the
middle of the bed. In a while the sheets were soaked with sweat and
their legs were covered in each others pussy juices. As each woman came,
she cried out and pulled her opponent's head wantonly. The two relaxed
as the warm and tingly sensation washed over them. Still they held onto
each other and drifted off to sleep once again.

The next time Natalie woke she squinted as the sun washed in through the
crack in the window shade by the bed. She groaned as she rolled over,
slid her legs over the edge of the mattress and gingerly sat on the
edge. She brushed back her hopelessly tangled hair and rose to walk to
the bathroom. When she returned she saw that the other woman was getting
up. They passed on the way to/from the bathroom and Natalie surveyed the
tangled sheets on the bed. She had no idea where her clothes were.
Fortunately it was warm in the apartment. But the hard wood floor was
cold on her feet.

When she came out of the bathroom the two eyed each other, stretching
and yawning and trying hopelessly to preen their hair. Natalie looked at
the scratches, bruises and marks on both of them. She remembered
scratching and punching and wrestling with this woman after confronting
her at the club. Her nipples were hardening at the memory of their
fighting all evening. She remembered how the woman had invited her to
stay and finish it after they had rested. She began to breath harder
remembering how hard they came last night while fighting in bed. Her
nipples were rock hard and her face flushed as she stared at the other
woman.

She saw the faint smile and the inviting motion of her hands. “Come on,
let's go”, she softly said. Natalie needed no other invitation. She
thrilled with nervous excitement as they slowly advanced on each other.
She savored the familiar feeling that always came right before a fight.
The two got into each other's faces and felt their breasts rub one
another. They pushed their weight into each other. They smelled each
other's morning breath in their faces. Uhhhhg! She slammed her fists
into the other woman's rib cage. The women stood and exchanged punches,
slowly building with intensity. They danced around while punching harder
and harder. Then Natalie grabbed hair and started scratching the woman's
scalp. They lunged and clutched at each other, scratching and biting
savagely. Like two animals they mauled each other. Caution and decorum
were long gone. They emitted guttural sounds as they tangled and fell to
the floor in a tightly balled heap.

Natalie's pussy was heating up again as they went at each other with
abandon. Slowly they rolled over and over. They put their hands around
each other's necks and strangled as they went. When she rolled to the
top, Natalie slammed her knees into the woman's thighs and pussy.
Screaming, she was toppled and found herself struggling under a barrage
of punches and a hand scratching savagely at her breast. They were two
bitches in heat; the heat and lust of a catfight. They growled at each
other and slugged away. Thrashing wildly, Natalie punched and kicked and
the two women separated on the floor.

They quickly turned and crawled toward each other, eager fists at the
ready. Both were loading up in anticipation of a brutal and decisive
blow. Uuuuujmmmmm, aaaahhhhgggg, they both launched a punch with all
their might. Through simple luck, it was Natalie's that landed flush,
while the other missed by only a small margin and glanced off her
cheekbone. The woman went down heavily on the floor and laid motionless.

Natalie slumped on her knees and panted to catch her breath. She
surveyed her knocked out and naked opponent with extreme satisfaction.
“Oh my god”, she thought. “That was so good. That was what I missed”.
What a perfect opponent she was. “I still don't know her name”, Natalie
mused. “But I know we will fight again”. Feeling tired and sore, but
also warm and satisfied, Natalie found her clothes on the floor and
tried to make herself as presentable as she could. Of course, she went
out to go clubbing. So she felt a little weird in the little black,
short, sleeveless dress. But she held her head high as she left to find
her car and drive home. Looking at the clock, she was surprised to find
it was 11:15am. She smiled. It had been a very good night and morning.

She was ravenous so she stopped on the way at a take out place for some
breakfast. Then it was home for a hot bath and some sleep. Good thing it
was Sunday and she had no commitments. She slept straight through until
evening. Then after dinner and and some prep for her classes, she slept
like a baby.
The following morning at school, she walked the halls with a pleased
look on her face. Her students were relatively well behaved that
morning. She was getting through the material. But she had to make a
conscious effort to concentrate. Her thoughts kept running back to her
weekend battle. When she took a break to let the students work on a
written exercise, she day dreamed about the weekend. She remembered the
sounds of fists hitting flesh, the rough feel of the hard wood floor as
they wrestled, the look of her naked opponent advancing to fight with
her with fists raised, tangled hair and bruised and scratched skin.
Natalie was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together and clinching
her fists at her desk. She flushed as she snapped back to the moment and
realized her panties were damp. Good thing she was wearing a dress.

The day went routinely until lunch. In the cafeteria she fell in behind
another first year teacher, Ellen Clarkson. As they shuffled through the
food line, Natalie stared at Ellen's firm, shapely ass. She imagined her
fingers wrapped in her long blond hair. She could picture they two of
them wrapped tightly together and rolling through their spilled lunch on
the floor. By the time they were at the checkout she was almost
overcome. Unable to control herself, Natalie bumped Ellen from behind
causing her to spill her drink on the tray she was carrying. “Oh my! Did
I do that?”, Natalie pretended genuine concern. After a harsh look Ellen
replied, “It's OK. Don't worry about it”. Their eyes lingered a bit too
long before parting to separate seats. “I've got to get control of
myself”, Natalie lectured herself. “Trouble is, I'm not sure I want to”,
she smiled faintly.

After the bell to start afternoon classes, she spotted one of the girls
she had seen in the fight outside last week. She was sure of it. She
made a mental note of which class she was in. Then after school, knowing
where the girl would be for the final period, she waited in a position
to watch her.

The girl walked along with her friends toward the back exit after
ditching some stuff at her wall locker. They approached another group of
girls at the end of the hallway. The two groups slowed as they
approached and they parted like the Red Sea with two girls together in
the middle. These two, whom Natalie recognized as the fighting girls
from last week, stood close, stared and said nothing. It was obvious
that there was still bad blood between them. Just when it looked things
would get really interesting, a group of teachers came up the hallway.
The two groups noticed them immediately and rushed to take their
respective member by the arm and lead her away in opposite directions.
“Fuck”, Natalie thought herself. She didn't know if the two would have
gone at it right there. But there would have been some entertainment for
sure.

There was more day dreaming in the afternoon. By the time school was
over Natalie was totally distracted and running for her car. After
slamming the door, she pulled up her dress and rubbed her wet pussy
through her sheer panties. “Ahhhhhhhhmmmmm”, she savored the pleasure
for a few minutes. “I've got to find someone else”, she told herself. “I
can't stop now that I've rediscovered myself”. She knew she had to be
extremely careful. But she also loved to fight and rubbed herself to a
screaming orgasm while thinking about rolling around on the floor and
exchanging punches with Ellen Clarkson.