Fighting Over Her

I packed a few more books as I stared out the window of my 2nd floor classroom. It was 2 weeks since school ended for the summer and I was in cleaning up my stuff. I teach English at a High School. As I looked out the window I could see her coming up from the track. The long blonde pony tail bobbing head in sinc with the bouncing of her breasts under the white t-shirt. Her long tanned toned legs pounding on the grass as she headed for the locker room.

Tiffany was the envy of every girl in the high school. She had just turned 19 and graduated. She was the Captain of the cheerleaders, captain of the field hockey and President of the senior class. Nearly everyone at the school, students and staff, considered her a snob. She turned down all offers of dates and no one can remember her dating any boy at the school. But I knew she wasn’t a snob. She wasn’t a snob because Tiffany didn’t like boys, she liked girls, older women to be precise and I was that older woman. I had only found this out about Tiffany over the last year and we had been together on several occasions.

Another reason for being at the empty school today (save for a few janitors) was to found out from her when she was leaving for college and when she planned on coming home. I put the box down and headed down to the girls locker room. Since it was summer I had on tight jeans, sneakers and a red ¾ sleeve button front blouse.

I pushed open the door to the locker room and went in looking around for her. She should have made it in here by now. Suddenly I heard voices speaking low around the lockers. I tip toed to the end and peeked around. Another female teacher from the school, Carmela, who teaches math had Tiffany against the lockers and was gripping her wrists. She let go of Tiffany’s wrists and Tiffany put her arms around Carmela’s neck as they kissed.

“You little bitch” I yelled coming around the lockers.

They jumped apart. I strode in between them and faced Tiffany my hands planted firmly on my hips.

“What the hell are you doing with this slut” I screamed at her.

Behind me Carmela grabbed my shoulder and turned me around to face her.

“Who are you calling a slut, bitch” she said her own hands planting on her hips.

Carmela had blonde hair which reached down over her shoulders longer then mine. It was now pinned hap hazard on her head. She was 40 yrs old compared to my 46. We were both the same height and weight give or take a few pounds I may have had on her. Her chest was bigger then mine a 38B to my 36C. She too had on tight jeans and sneakers and a white over sized sweatshirt which bared one shoulder, revealing a bra strap.

“You keep your hands off her bitch” I offered and gave Carmela a shove with one hand.

“Keep your hands off me bitch” Carmela yelled back pushing me.

I shoved her back with both hands. Her hand came up and smacked me hard across the face.

SLAP

I turned back holding my cheek and let her have it right back.

SLAP

Tiffany took a couple of steps back.

She tried to hit me again but I caught her wrist. I went for her face and she caught my wrist. My momentum forced her back against the lockers and the crash echoed around the empty locker room. Our arms went wildly about as we started to struggle.

Carmela pushed off the locker and forced me backwards into them my head banging off them. Again the room echoed with the banging locker doors.

“Stay away from her bitch” Carmela growled as we swayed back and forth.

“Try and make me bitch.” I replied.

Tiffany eyes widened. She couldn’t believe two older women were fighting over her. She backed out of the way as Carmela and I pushed and pulled one another into the lockers.

BANG, BANG, BANG went the locker doors as we struggled. Maneuvering one another down the aisle.

I finally let go of her wrist and grabbed her blonde hair.

“Ohhhh you bitch you” she cried.

She grabbed my dark brown hair and pulled first with hand full then two. I got another good grip on her blonde tresses and yanked her head back and forth getting the ties out and letting that blonde mane fall down over her shoulders.

We both groaned as we pulled each others hair.

Tiffany smiled with delight as she watched us, her one hand massaging her breast.

“Oh God you bitch.” I groaned as Carmela pulled my head back and forth and side to side. I tugged and yanked on her blonde hair as we hit against the lockers. I have never been in a fight like this before but I was not going to give into her.

We came away from the lockers and into the open. I caught a glimpse of Tiffany pulling on her breast. I could make out her hardened nipple poking into the white fabric of her t-shirt.

Carmela had let go of my hair with one hand and smacked my face.

SLAP

“Owww……you slut” I cried

I grabbed her arm and then let go and got my arm around her neck in a headlock. We bent at the waist and went down on the floor wrestling. Over and over we rolled one another as Tiffany moved around us.

During our struggling Carmela’s exposed bra strap broke free. I grabbed her top and yanked ripping it. We got to our knees and slapped each other faces.

SLAP SLAP SLAP

Again I grabbed her top and pulled ripping it apart along with her bra. Her top fell down around her waist. Her bra I discarded to the side.

Again we smacked one anothers faces.

SLAP SLAP

I ducked into her and grabbed her shoulders. Her hands went over my shoulders and down my back grabbing my blouse from bottom. She pulled backwards pulling my blouse up over my head. Her fingers caught my bra pulling that too. I didn’;t want to get caught with my blouse over my head so I backed out of the blouse and bra.

Carmela tossed it aside and we faced one another bare chested. As if on cue we came together hands going into one anothers hair, our full breasts crushing together.

I could feel Carmela’s hard nipples pressing into my fleshy orbs. I twisted to the side and swiped my orbs against hers. Our breasts mashed into each other. I yanked hard on her hair bending her over. She pulled my head down and we fell to the floor again.

Tiffany let out a heavy breath as now both her hands were on her breasts. Carmela and I locked our legs around each other and rolled over and over into the shower room. Tiffany had turned one of the showers on in anticipation of taking a shower after her run. It now spewed hot water making the shower room a hot steamy bath. Carmela and I wrestled each other across the wet tiled floor soaking our jeans and hair.

“Ohhhh… you bitch you. I’ll pull your hair out.”

“Get off of me you fat cow”

“Slut”

“Whore”

The air was hot and humid in the shower covering our naked tops with a sheen making arm holds slippery. We struggled to our knees yanking heads back and forth.

“Fucking blonde bimbo” I cried.

I let go of her hair and scratched her face. She grabbed my wrist pushing my hand away from her face and went for my eyes. I got her wrist just in time and her nails hit just under my eye. Gripping one anothers wrists we twisted back down on the floor and rolled kicking shins and kneeing each other in the thighs and crotches.

We struggled hard trying to stay on top of one another. I stole a glance towards Tiffany and saw that she was gone. I grabbed Carmelas hair again and she got mine. We got to our feet and went against the shower wall away from the hot water. We slid along the wall into the corner pulling hair.

She had me against the wall and I put a hand under her chin pushing her head back. She kept pulling my hair as her head bent back further and further. Then I swung her around against t he wall banging her head on the tiles. A second bang and her grip on my hair loosened. I drove my knee into her crotch and she started sagging. Her hands came out of my hair and I let her slide down to the floor.

I backed away and turned to go find Tiffany. As I got to the door leading to the gymnasium I was tackled from behind by Carmela. We crashed thru the door and down on the gymnasium floor.

‘Oh you bitch” I panted.

“I’m going to tear you apart” she spat back at me.

On our knees we got an arm around each others neck trapping our wet hair. Our other hands gripped one anothers hand entwining our fingers together. We pulled each other down and started wrestling rolling on the gym floor. After much rolling we gave up the head locks and entwined our other hands together. We were fighting on the basketball court near mid court. Several times we tried to get to our feet only to get each other back down.

Our wet hair stuck to our faces in strands as we struggled. We squeezed each others hands tight not wanting to give the other a free hand.

Our ankles locked around one aothers calves holding legs tight as we wrestled.

Our huge chests crushed together mashing back and forth. The hard erect nipples digging and gouging into the meaty orbs.

We were both panting heavily out of breath. It was an effort to get her over on her back only to hold her there shortly before she got some strength to get me over on my back. It felt like we had been fighting for hours. Carmela finally yanked her hand free from my grip when she was on top of me. She grabbed my breast and squeezed digging in her nails. I winced and grabbed her wrist trying to pull it off my tit. Her other hand broke free and got a hold of my other tit. I gave up on her wrist and grabbed both her huge breasts digging my own nails in. I wrestled her onto her back and we pushed and pulled on each others breasts trying to rip them from one anothers chests.

My breasts were burning. Blood tricked down from under one of her hands where her nails broke the skin on my tit. I scratched her breasts as hard as I could raking my nails over her hardened nipples.

Being on top of her she let go of my breasts and grabbed my forearms then my wrists trying to pull them off her mounds. I let go of her breasts and pulled free from her grip. Straddleing her waist I began slapping her face back and forth. She swung back feebly but not hitting me.

“Fucking bitch” I yelled

SLAP

“Stay away. Hear me”

SLAP SLAP

Her hands now tried to block my slaps.

“Hear me bitch”

SLAP SLAP

Her face was bright red.

SLAP SLAP SLAP

I got up off her and staggered back a few steps pulling my wet hair out of my face. I stood there panting waiting for her to get up and fight, but she covered her face with her arms. That’s when I noticed we had an audience. Several of the janitors were on the upper bleachers watching. When they knew I saw them they stood up and started clapping.

My already red face turned redder from embarrassment. I ran for the locker room door leaving Carmela on the middle of the floor. I found my wet blouse and bra and ran from the building.

I’m not sure I will be teaching there in the fall