The addiction
by sprymax

Have you ever had an itch you just can't scratch? Or a habit so addictive that it literally becomes a reflex? A compulsion so great that you feel you will die if you can't have it? Well, that's me. Hi my name is Megan and this is my story. Let me tell you little bit about myself I am 20 years old I stand about 5'5" tall and I weigh about 125 pounds. I'm in pretty good shape and my arms are pretty muscular but not too much. My breasts are average size but I think they look great. There's one more thing you should know about me. I have an obsession and by obsession I mean I can't nor want to kick it and her name is Amber. She's about my height and about 10 pounds heavier and as much as I hate to admit it she has a great body. Now as far as me and Amber go we absolutely positively hate each other's guts. We always have ever since we were kids. There's just something about her that just rubs me the wrong way. I gave up trying to figure out what it was so I just accepted it. Now before you get the wrong idea about me let me make this perfectly clear. I am not a bully! In fact I hate bullies. No, as much as I hate Amber she hates me just as much. In school everyone knew how much we hated each other. While the other kids were playing on jungle Jim's and basketball courts we would find a secluded corner of the playground and fight. Recess was only half hour but our fights would be so intense that we were marked tardy almost every day. After some time our parents gave up the idea of breaking up our fights and just accepted it as part of growing up. Hoping against hope that one day we would just grow out of it (we never did.)

By the time we reached high school the obsession only grew stronger. But by now we have learned that there was a time to fight and time for peace. Our parents and we came to an agreement that we could fight anytime we wanted to for as long as we wanted as long as no one was seriously hurt or we got suspended from school. That meant that I had to go at least six hours a day without my fix it drove me crazy. One day we almost got caught. I was walking down the hallway to my next class when I passed Amber going in the opposite direction. She had on gym shorts and T-shirt which showed her muscles. I literally ached to fight her. I wanted to grab her right then and there and wrestle her to the ground but instead, as I passed her I bumped into her with my shoulder. Amber staggered back and glared at me and I returned stare. We began to circle each other right there in the hallway. As we drew closer to each other a small crowd began to gather but we didn't care. All we knew was we were aching to fight. Just as we were about to tear into each other the principal heard the commotion and stepped outside his office." Is there a problem here? He shouted" he was aware of our reputation but the school had a zero policy on fighting so we quickly backed off and the crowd dispersed. As I passed Amber I whispered in her ear" meet me after school cow". I whispered." My pleasure pig!" She hissed.

For the rest of that day I was totally distracted. All I could think about was being Amber and doing what we had always done fight! Needless to say because of our addiction neither one of us had boyfriends. In fact we really weren't all that interested in boys. The fight was on there was. To us it was kind of the statistics for play and we just couldn't get enough of it. Fortunately for us there are two things in our favor growing up. Things that enabled our addiction. Number one was that we lived right around the corner from school so the bus ride was very short. Number two was the fact that both our mothers were single parents and they both worked until late at night so late in fact that sometimes we would see them until the next morning. This gave us more than enough time to" get our fix". We both got off the bus and started to walk up the block toward home. I to Amber and hissed," are you as excited as I am?" I can't wait to feel my fist against your face. Amber grinned. We got to my house first which was good because I had a basement which covered the whole house. We had fought their often so often in fact that mom laid down thick shag carpet so that we would bruise ourselves on the concrete. We both put our school books down on the couch in the living room and hurried downstairs to the basement. As soon as we reached the basement we began a stare down. I could feel the excitement rising me. My palms got sweaty and my breathing got shorter. We drew closer and closer to each other until our foreheads were touching. Then Amber made a suggestion one that almost made me squeal with excitement." You know she said, real women fight with their clothes off. Are you game or are you as gutless as I think you are?" I answered her by shedding my T-shirt and jeans. She did likewise. Next came our bras followed by our panties. Now we were completely naked. Without warning we both reached for two fistfuls of hair and begin to pull. We struggled and forth across the room with our hands buried each other's hair. We drew closer together until I thighs rubbing up against each other. We were both bent over at the waist and legs were intertwined until we both toppled over onto the carpet. Now we were on the floor. We had let go of each other's hair and wrapped her arms around each other's waist and began rolling across the basement. First one way then another. We pulled up our fists and began punching each other in the side and breasts. I love this kind of fight the body to body contact really turned me on and I could tell by the look in Amber's eyes she felt the same way. We swung wildly with her fists connecting anywhere we could. Then I managed to drive my knee into her womanhood. Amber let out a groan then a grunt and she punched me in the jaw. It was more annoying than painful but it did cause me to grunt. Then Amber drove her knee into my womanhood.

This was more painful I expected so in retaliation I took my claws into her breasts and begin to scratch. Amber let out a yell and grabbed my breasts as well. The pain was so great it felt like my chest was on fire but I didn't care. In the more intense the pain the more I liked it. It actually made me feel alive inside. By now we were struggling so hard that Amber's leg began to rub inside my vagina. I could feel the orgasm rising inside me. But I thought to myself" if anybody is going to come first it's going to be her. I worked my knee between Amber's legs and began to rub up and down inside her. We still had a hold of each other's hair and pulled her face right on top of mine. I could see and feel the sweat pouring off of her and whispered in her ear" I bet I can make you come before me. Amber laughed" not on your best day slut! I legs began to work faster and faster. Our knees were rubbing our cunts raw. I felt like I would burst at any moment. Amber was struggling to contain herself as well. Then, we both hit on the same idea. We both opened our mouths and trust our tongues in. This was not a kiss of passion but rather one of dominance and power. Our tongues wrestled back and forth while I legs continued to do their work. You could cut the tension with a knife. I was beginning to weaken and I knew I would come at any moment. So as an of desperation I broke away from the kiss and buried my teeth into her bicep. It felt wonderful to have the muscle in my mouth but for her the pain was sharp and unexpected. This caused her to break her concentration while my legs continued to massage her womanhood. Finally she could stand it no longer. She let out a huge moan and I could feel her juices running down my leg. She was angry and frustrated and also exhausted so she collapsed on top of me. Seconds later I to release my orgasm. We lay there in a semi conscious state holding on to one another until I heard my mother's car pull up in the driveway. We quickly grabbed our clothes and straightened ourselves up. As we headed up the stairs to the living room Amber said" this isn't over not by a long shot"." You bet it's not I answered I'm not done screwing you yet. Mother opened the door just as Amber was heading out. To her credit Amber was very polite to my mother but mom knew what had going on. When Amber left mom turned to me and said" at it again I see. I smiled and said you know what they say mom birds got to fly and fish have to swim. She looked me over and said" any blood? Nope I said she asked what does my basement look like? Just like you left it mom I answered. Then she said" I could see you're tired so go upstairs and take a bath and get some sleep. I must admit that sounded wonderful. And after a long hard fight I deserved it. As I headed upstairs to the bathroom I turned around and told my mother that I loved her. As I lay in the bathtub only thought I had was" God I love fighting her and I can't wait until we do it again.

To be continued.