GIRL FIGHTS
FINAL FIGHT
By Diane



I have my robe on again and just going up stairs when the doorbell rings, again. It has to be Ginni coming back for another fight.
“Good” I think “Now I can even the score.”
I open the front door to Molly.
“Jesus Christ Molly what the hell happen to you?” Then I remember that Kris went out to get her as she came here.
“Did Kris do this?”
“Fuck you bitch” Molly says pushing her way inside.
“That’s right. You and your fucking friends.” She snarls facing me.
I step closer to her. We are inches apart.
“If I remember right bitch, You’re the one who wanted to wrestle Ginni.”
Our chests bump, her bare breasts and mine under my robe.
“All I want is to use your shower then I’m out of here.”
“Fine” I yell at her.
“Fine” she spats back.
She heads up the steps trailing herr torn apart top.
I start pacing the floor as I hear the water come on.
“That fucking bitch blaming this all on me. Who the hell does she think she is in my house.”
I work myself up until I am climbing the steps. My teeth clenched. I go into the bathroom. The air is foggy with steam.
“Listen bitch” I yell above the water.
Before I go on the door opens.
“Don’t call me the bitch…….bitch”
She closes the door on me.
“Fuck you.” I say and drop my robe. I open the door and step into the hot shower.
“Get the fuck out.” Molly yells.
“Make me bitch.” I reply and shove her.
She pushs me back. I step closer and grab her arms pushing her back against the far wall of the shower.
She grabs my arms back and twist. We struggle back and forth trying to keep our footing.
Molly struggles moving me towards the shower head. The hot water goes over me.
“Ohhhhhhh……” I gasp.
“Oh you bitch” she yells.
“Let go of me you lesbian cunt”
“Oh you bitch you”
SLAP SLAP
“Ohhhhhh….”
SLAP
I force her back into the corner of the shower. We have a grip on each others upper arms and I have her other wrist. I let go of the wrist and in the suction cup holder on the wall I grab a plastic bottle of Carass Body Lotion.
Molly grabs my wrist as I turn the bottle over and squeeze. The pink lotion comes out in a stream and hits us on the tops of our breasts and in our cleavage.
Molly pushs me around and gets me against the wall. Our breasts crush together and the lotion runs down towards the massive hollow crated by our combined cleavage.

She moves her hand from my wrist to the bottle and grabs onto it. Our grip on the bottle stretches our arms up over our heads. The lotion runs out the bottle, down over our wrists and runs down our arms. Our other hands keep tight grips on upper arms as we concetrate on the battle over the lotion bottle.

We both squeeze the plastic bottle and more and more lotion runs down our arms, shoulders, breasts and sides.

“Ohh Oh.. your going to get it.”
“Yeah bitch by who? You?”
“Yeah bitch.”
“Ahhhh………mmmmmmmmmmmm………..ahhhhhhh.”
“Yeah bitch……………ahhhh……..mmmm.. come on.”

I get her back in the corner. We still struggle over the bottle. She forces me backwards and I hit against the sliding glass shower door hard. My wrist hits against the top of the door and I lose my grip on the bottle. It slips out of her hand and goes out of the shower to the bathroom floor.

Even with the bathroom door open the room is filled with steam from the scalding shower water running.
I shove her back against the wall and turn around sliding the shower doors to the other end. Molly grabs me from behind and we fall out of the shower to the tiled bathroom floor.

I manage to get an arm around her neck and pull her to the side of me. We struggle to our knees and throw our arms around each other.
She forces me down on my back and gest on top of me. We each keep a tight arm around the others neck. I see the Carass bottle and grab it. Molly gets my wrist I squeeze the bottle sending a large stream onto the bathroom floor.
“Give that bitch.” She says.
“Try and take it cunt.”
We roll each other over and then back rolling thru the lotion on the floor.
“Let go bitch.”
Make me”
She rolls on top of me.
I yank the bottle free from her wrist grip and squirt a good stream on the back of her hair, down her back and over her bare ass.
She catch smy wrist and slams my hand on the tile floor.
The bottle goes flying out the bathroom door to the hardwood floor in the hallway.

I pull my hand free from her grip and grab the back of her hair pulling the lotion thru it. Then run my hand down her back spreading the lotion over her back and into the crack of her ass.

Molly forces my hand away and lets go of her head lock on me and crawls up over me towards the doorway. I grab her legs and pull her back. She slides easily on the slippery floor. I climb on her back and grab her outstretched forearm.
We squirm and slither halfway out the bathroom door into the hallway. My lotion covered chest spreading the stream on her back around. My pubic hair acting like a bristle brush on her ass.

“Agggggg………mmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk……”

Mollygets to the bottle as I have a hand on her wrist. She rolls onto her back and squeezes the bottle intending on shooting a stream at me. Unfortunetly it does’t come out in a stream and just falls down on her huge breasts. I throw myself ontop of her in the hallway.
We roll over and she gets on top of me.
“Your going to be sorry you started this Diane”
“Oh yeah Molly, we’l see who’s going to be sorry.”
I roll her over and climb on top.
WE struggle on the hall way hardwood floor. She still has a grip on the bottle and the lotion is leaking out making the floor a slippery wrestling arena.

WE finally get all four hands on the bottle and get to our knees. We sway back and forth straining and fall sitting side by side. The bottle gets twisted back and forth and round and round. The cap finally explodes from all the squeezing pressure. Whats left of the lotion comes out and hits Molly right in the bush.
“Jesus Molly. I know are fights are erotic but I didn’t know it would make you cream like that.” I half laugh.
She lets go of the bottle and grab sa handful of the lotion on her crotch and smears it in my face.
“Oh yeah Diane. Well eat me”
She grabs my hair and forces me onto my back. I grab her hair and we roll back and forth in the hallway getting covered with the lotion.
Struggling to our feet we twist thur the doorway of my spare bedroom. Our heads bend back and forth and side to side as we tug and pull on hair.
“Fuck……..”
“Shit bitch”
We throw each other onto the bed and knock over the laundry basket with all my clean clothes that I hadn’t put away yet. We roll in the clothes on the bed.
Molly gets to her knees pulling me up by my hair.
“Owwwww……………………………..fucking bitch.”
I try to slap her face but she catchs my wrist and shoves me away from her. I fall backwards and land with my head hanging off the edge of the bed. She comes down on me with one of my clean bras in her hand and wraps it around my neck and pulls.
I gag as I pull her hair pulling her head backwards. She fights against my hair pulling and keeps tightening the bra around my neck.
Using one hand on the bra she grabs my huge tit and twist it.
We are both breathing really hard. My hand lets go of her hair and grabs a huge orb twisting it back. I see her wince but my air supply is getting low.. I rake my nails on her chest, dragging them across her hard erect nipple. Again I notice her wince but she keeps the pressure up. I start to feel myself getting faint. Now I am desperate clawing at her arms and chest and trying for her eyes. She hold her head back out of reach. Then I pass out.

I come to slowly laying half on and half off my spare bed. Its very quiet and Molly is not on top of me any more. As I go to sit up I notice there is a note taped to my chest. I pull it off and read.

Dear Diane.

Thanks for a great weekend, (I think). E-Mail me and we’ll see what new fight scenario we can come up with on line.


Molly