Small Town Part 2
By Diane
It had been a week since Kara’s battle at the Antique Store with Matilda. The few black and blue marks she got had since gone away. Kara had been in fights before so this was no big deal. In fact Paul loved to see her rolling on the ground fighting another woman, pulling hair ripping clothes. It always got him so hot. That night after her fight with Matilda, her and Paul’s sex went on and on the whole night. The more she whispered in his ear about the fight the harder and longer he lasted.
They had gotten around to making the south side enclosed glassed in porch her painting room. It got plenty of sun light and air. She pent the next few days setting it up just the way she wanted and then buying supplies. Paints, brushes, cleaners, and canvases of all sizes. Some almost as huge as the wall. Kara got right into painting and had produced some pretty good ones. “What do you call this one” Paul would ask her tilting his head side to side. “I don’t know” she replied “the wind”.
On this wed. morning Kara was painting in the room when a knock came on the rooms outside door. Turning form the huge propped up canvass she saw a blonde haired girl probably in her early 20’s. her shoulder length blonde hair was straight, she had on shorts and a pink halter top. She was a tad bit taller then Kara and just as buxom. Kara in shorts and a white t-shirt smatterd with paint grabbed a cloth and walked to the door wiping her hands.
“yes” she asked opening the door.
“May I speak with you a moment” the girl asked.
“I suppose so” Kara replied stepping back and holding the door open. The blonde came in looking around the room.
“My you’ve done wonders with the place. I see you like to paint.”
“Yes, thank you” Kara said, “May I ask who you are”
A demonic shroud seem to fall over the blonde as she turned to face Kara, her hands going on her hips.
“My name is Tiffany. Matty is my mother”
It took Kara a second or two to register the name Matty but then her eyes flew open wide. Not because she recognized the name but because the blonde was lundging at her. Instinctively Kara held the cloth she was wiping her hands on up in front of her. Tiffany brushed it aside and back handed Kara across the face.
“How dare you humiliate my mother like that you bitch.” Another hard slap to Kara’s face sent her reeling into the windows. Both her cheeks bright red she turned back just in time to catch the blondes wrists going for her hair. She twisted Tiffany’s arms to the side and shoved her away.
“get out of my house” Kara yelled holding her cheeks.
“Not till I’m finished with you” the blonde screamed back coming at her again.
This time the two buried their hands into each others hair. Heads pulled straight back they both let out groans. Feet kicked at shins as they staggered about pulling hair.
“I’ll tear you apart bitch” Tiffany groaned.
“The hell you will bitch” Kara shot back.
Tiffany tangled her hands tighter in Kara’s dark hair.
“Ohhhhh…………………………………” The brunette moaned
Bending over hip to hip and forcing one anothers heads toward the floor, they stumbled backwards crashing into Kara’s painting table. The table turned over spilling her paints, some that were opened, brushes and cleaners to the floor. The two girls sprawled among the clutter. They rolled thru the mess collecting, paint and turpentine on their bodies. Over and over they churned on the floor in a whirlwind of hair yanking and wrestling. They rolled into the easel that held the painting Kara was working on. It toppled over to the floor and the two girls wrestled over it smearing the fresh paint. Paint was smeared on their arms and legs hair and faces.
“Fucking bitch” Kara growled as their rolling came to a stop and she pulled the blonde to her feet.
SMACK
She rocked Tiffany’s head sideways.
SMACK
She knocked her the other way.
As the blonde bent over Kara grabbed her top and pulled her upright. The pink halter now looking like a tye dyed top ripped apart exposing the blondes ample breasts. Reaching out Tiffany caught Kara’s t-shirt. Already paint stained and now soaked with wet paint and cleaner the shirt ripped easy. It came off the brunette in one easy yank leaving Kara topless.
Gathering in much needed air the fight was far from over. Bending down Kara grabbed a tube of paint. Seeing what she was doing and her probable intentions Tiffany tackled her. Down on the floor they went. A few strenuous rolls and Kara wound up on top of the blonde. Tiffany’s hair looked like a muti colored wig. Kara raised the paint tube and Tiffany caught her wrist. A large squiggle of black paint came out and plopped down on the blondes heaving breasts. Ignoring it she heaved her hips and rolled the bruinette off her exchanging positions. Pushing the hand holding the paint tube up over their heads Tiffany lowered her chest to meet Kara’s. She squirmed about smearing the black paint over both their bare breasts. Tiffany went after the held tube of paint with her other hand. Kara swung her leg around and got on the blondes back., while Tiffany gripped her hand with both of hers. Kara’s black paint smeared tits rubbed back and forth across the blondes back. Slowly working her way to her knees with the brunette on her back trying to hold her down, Tiffany bucked Kara over her head. Kara flipped over and landed hard on her back. She rolled over and up just in time to catch the blonde coming at her with the tube of paint. Catching her wrist she drove the girl backwards knocking supplies over and against a huge 10 X 10 ft canvas. Tiffany’s knee came up right between Kara legs. Kara let out a groan and bent over backing up. Tiffany caught her breath then went to the brunette and grabbed her by the hair pulling her up right. The tube of paint squeezed into Kara’s face emptying. Tiffany tossed it aside and using her hands smeared the paint over Kara’s face and down her chest. Still holding her hair Tiffany smacked the bruinette across the face sending her to the floor. Staggering over Tiffany bent to grab more hair. Kara lundged up grabbing the blonde around the thighs and drove her backwards onto the huge canvas on the floor. In her hand kara had a tube of red paint. She tried to get in squeezed into the blonde’s face but Tiffany caught her wrist. The red paint came out and onto the blonde’s chest. Kara pushed her breasts into Tiffany’s smearing red paint in with the black. Tiffany got her hand in Kara’s face pushing her head back. Kara continued to push red paint form the tube onto the blonde. Finally her head bent back more then she could take Kara relented and let go. Tiffany shoved her away and rolled away. Kara lept onto her back forcing the blonde face down on the canvas. They rolled off leaving a perfect imprint of two huge breasts.
Rolling long the floor with Kara on her back the two girls struggled over the red paint. Tiffany finally got it free form Kara’s grasp. They fight had taken its toll on both girls as each fought hard to breathe. Covered in all colors of paint they got to their feet swaying. Tiffany’s fist lashed out connecting with Kara’s jaw driving the girl back against the windows. Kara tried for the blonde’s hair as she approached but Tiffany easily pushed the outstretched hands aside. This time a hard slap to Kara’s face and a back hand to the other side had the brunette sliding down. Tiffany caught the paint smeared brunette’s hair and held her up. Her fist drove into Kara’s unprotected stomach doubling her over. Tiffany’s knee came up catching the brunette on the breast. Kara went down like a rock sobbing.
The blonde stepped back trying to keep her balance.
“Just because I have money doesn’t mean I can’t fight bitch” she panted out. “That’s for my mother”
Swaying on her feet the blonde staggered to the door and left.
By the time Paul got home Kara had everything cleaned up as well as her self.
“Ahhh…….I see you were painting today” he said looking over t he canvases. “Eyeing the huge 10 X 10 and trying to decide if that was in fact breast impressions he was seeing he asked, “and what do you call this one”
“Hmmmm………” Kara said. “I think I’ll call it, “ A struggle”
The End.