GIRL FIGHTS
Part 1
By Diane


My name is Diane. I am 46 yrs old, 5’3” 130lbs. Italian. I have dark brown hair over my shoulders. I have a 36C chest. This story is fiction but the people are real people.
Molly (her correct Thai name I can’t pronounce so I call her Molly) and I have been fighting on line? 2-3 years. We have had some good fight stories.. I thought maybe it was time that she and I met. I sent her an e-mail and she agreed, so I set up for her to come to my house on a Saturday.
I invited a few other friends over for a party just so it would not be an awkward experience for either of us.
With every ring of the doorbell, I got nervous, until finally the one ring, I opened the door to an Oriental woman that had to be her. (I have only seen one picture of her but I have no other Oriental friends. Molly is 40. She is 5’3” 125 lbs long silky jet black straight hair to the middle of her back, and very big chested, (36C) which I thought Asian women were small breasted
“Molly?” I scream.
“Diane?” she reply.
We jumped up and down hugging each other like school chums.
I brought her into the house and gave her a tour plus introduced her to the 20 or so people here. Down in the rec room I introduced her to more people and we each got a glass of beer from the kegorator.

None of my friends knew about my “on line habit” so to them we were just friends. We both avoided questions of “How we know one another”. Thru the evening I got more and more nervous as I saw her about the house talking with people.
Watching her my mind flashed with images of a computer screen and typed words……..
“My hands grab your hair and pull it.”
“Down on the floor we go wrestling.”
“SLAP a good hard whack to your face, SLAP you hit me back”
She was dressed in a white short sleeve 3 button pull over top and light blue shorts with sneakers and socks.
I had the same type top only red and black shorts.

At one point, getting another beer I caught her looking at me and wonderd if she was having the same thoughts that I was. “Are we going to fight and wrestle for real?”
Some time after that I saw her head downstairs once more. I followed behind and locked the rec room door behind me. If there was any one else down here I’ll just pretend,, whoops. Locked it by mistake.
Molly was at the kegerator getting a beer and was no one else down there..
I set my glass on the kegerator and grabbed her wrist.
“What…?” she said?
“I locked the door.”
“I was wondering if we were going to get around to this.” She said putting her glass down.
“Just briefly” I whisper. “ I don’t want anyone to catch us.”

We caught each other’s other arms and moved to the middle of the room. We began slow testing each other’s strength.
I can’t believe was here and we are doing this for real. My mind keeps going to a computer screen and typing words.
We began twisting and turning.
I let go of her wrist and grabbed her forearm just like I do in our fights. She gripped mine back. I got her backed up to the black glass cabinet and leaned into yher. Our eyes wanderd down to our breasts. Our struggling starts to intensify.
Suddenly her arm goes around my neck and she bends me over. I got my arm round her neck and pulled tight
We both let out a small moan. Our hips together we pulled harder and harder until we fell to the rug. I moved my grip to her upper arm and she did the same. She tried to get on top of me but I fought her off. We rolled over a few times winding up stretched fully out on each other.
We were both breathing a little hard but I diidn’t think it was from exertion, we hadn’t been struggling that hard.
My heart rate was pounding and I was surprised that my bra and top are not pumping with the movement of it. I couldn’t believe that we were actually wrestling for real. I got my legs hooked around hers and in a bold move I grabbed her hair with one hand. She winced a little but grabbed mine back. We pulled a little testing each other out while rolling each other over.
“You’re going to stay the night.” I asked trying to pin her down.
“Of course.” she reply.
Suddenly a pounding on the door. We stopped mid roll. Letting go of each other we scrambled to our feet.
I felt a little embarrassed, like being caught by the teacher and also wondered if she really wanted to do this. We filled our beer glasses and went up the steps opening the door.
“What are you guys doing down there.?”
“Just catching up on things.” I offered.
“Well catch up on them somewhere else we’re thirsty”

We went off to chat with different people. My heart now pounding harder then ever.
“She’s going to stay the night.. We’re going to fight. We’re going to pull hair. We’re going to wrestle. Oh my God. OH MY GOD.”

I went out the back door onto the deck where some people were hanging out. A few have left. I sat at a table with some others and sipped on my beer while across the deck I saw her talking with Ginni and a few others.
Ginni is 30. She is about 5’5” 125lbs She has dirty blonde hair just over her shoulders. It is semi wavy. Ginni has a big chest and a great body. Her chest I would guess 38B. Ginni has a bubbly personality and is an extravert. She is a people person.
The two of them were laughing loudly. Ginni reached over and put her hand on Molly’s forearm. Molly gripped her forearm back as they both continued to laugh.
“Diane…?”
“What………!” I turned my attention back to the people at the table that asked me how I knew Molly.
“We met a few years ago.” Is all I give them and turn my attention back to you both? Molly saw me looking at her and she moved her hand up to Ginni’s upper arm. You both still laugh at whatever joke had been told. Then Ginni grabbed Molly’s hand and led her into the house.
I can’t believe I might be jealous.
“Where are they going?”
“Are they going down stairs to wrestle?”
“Excuse Me,” I said getting up and going in the house. I went to the rec room door and try the knob. Its not locked. I am sure they would have locked it if they went down there. Maybe they went upstairs or outside. I can’t believe I’m thinking these things or feeling this way.”
Then I heard Ginni laughing. I peeked around the corner and saw them both with another group of people laughing.
Ginni had her arm around Molly’s waist and she had her arm around Ginni’s.

Finally we usherd the last of the people out the door. Molly helped me clean things up but my mind was not on cleaning up.
“Are we going to fight now.”?
“You want another beer?” I asked.
“Sure.” She said.
We went down stairs. Pouring the beers I sheepishly asked. “You want to fight”
“Yes, I do.” She said.

I took the glasses and set them aside and stepped back.
“How about topless.” She asked.
I was a little shocked but more then happy to after looking at her big chest all night.
We took off our shirts and bras and tossed them onto a recliner chair.
In the center of the room we grabbed hands. Our struggling was a little more intense then earlier. We twisted and turned one another and finally got head locks on each other and pulled one another to the rug.

“Oh God.” I groan, truly unprepared for a real live fight with her.
We rolled over, broke apart and got up. We went at each other but this time went right for headlocks. Twisting around we pulled each other onto the sofa. I got on top of her and pushed her other arm up against the back of the sofa.
“Oh yeah.” she growled.
She pulled her hand free and grabbed my upper arm pushing me over on my back and climbed on top of me. Her long hair hung down over her face. I latched onto it and pulled and we fell off the sofa to the floor.
I got on her in between the sofa and the coffee table. She used her leg to try and pry us apart. Her hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

“Shit this is just like on our stories.” I thought.

My nipples got as hard as a rock as our chests pressed together. I look at them as 36C & 36C mushroomed together.
She worked her leg in between us and begin pushing me off .
“Ahhhh…you bitch Diane.” Just to hear her say those words totally turned me on, as I fell backwards from her leg shove.
I got up just in time to meet her. We grabbed hair with both hands pulling. Our heads bent backwards. Groaning, our breasts pressed together again. I got her up against the black wall cabinet.

“Ah. Bitch you think your tough huh” I groaned. My hair on fire.
“Your going to find out bitch.” She spat back.

Gaining confidence that she really wanted to fight like in our stories, I rammed my breasts into hers. She let out a moan and forced her orbs back into mine.
She hooked a leg behind mine and tripped us.
“I like fighting you on the floor.” She said.
We started rolling across the floor pulling each other’s hair hard and making sure our chests were mashed together.
We rolled back the other way over and over and over.

In front of the TV Molly let out a groan,…”Let go of my hair.”
Too much into the fight I said back…”Make me bitch.”
“No let go of it.”
I gave an extra hard tug. “Make me”
She pulled on my wrist and finally got it from her hair with the expense of a few strands.
“Wait…” she said breathing heavily.
I let go of her and we sat up.
“You OK?” I asked.
“Yes I just need a break.”
We got up and sat slumped on the sofa.
The off white carpet was littered with strands of dark hair. We both laughed at it not realizing how hard we were pulling each other’s hair.

While catching our breaths she asked me, “Does your friend Ginni fight?”
“Why?” I asked giving her a look.
“No reason. I was just wondering if she ever fought or wrestled. Do you think she would come over and try it?”
“I don’t know” I said. A little annoyance was in my voice. “I’ll call her tomorrow and see if she wants to come over.”




End of Part 1
To be continued……..