Jan and Liz By Sidekick [email protected]

I pulled my, very used, Toyota into the driveway and turned off the
ignition.  The library   didn't have what I was looking for and I was
pissed about that.  My name's Liz.  The paper I had to write for school
was going to be harder than I figured.  As I walked inside I noticed Jan
in the backyard of the house next door.  She and I had been neighbors
and grown up beside each other all of my 17 years.  She was watering her
mother's flower garden and I scowled at her as I went inside.  You see,
we don't get along.  I guess that's an understatement.

I worked on my paper as best I could with the little research material I
had gathered.  After a couple of  hours, I groaned and gave up for a
while.  I needed a break.  Mom was preparing some dinner as I came
downstairs and after eating, I ventured out into the warm summer
evening.  Seeing no one around, I wandered over toward the corner of our
neighborhood and started up to the park.  After a few minutes, I saw Jan
walking the family dog at the corner up ahead.  She noticed me after a
few seconds and we came up on the same corner as she stopped and let the
dog sniff some bushes.

"Well, what's a hag like you doing out this evening?", Sneered Jan. 
"Hello, slut", I answered.  She and stared at each other as the dog
sniffed the ground.  "You know, we haven't gotten together in several
days", she followed.  "Oh, did you miss me, honey?", I said, pretending
to be genuinely interested.  "Yeah, I want to fight you, bitch", Jan  
smiled.  "No problem honey", I offered cheerfully.  "Come on, let's
fight".  "Let's go over behind those trees", she motioned.  I followed
her across the grass to the tree line.  You   see, Jan and I started
fighting when we were little girls.  We never liked each other and have
been fighting, more or less constantly all the while we have grown up
together.  We  used to fight when we argued or were mad about
something.  Now we fight just because it's what we do.  We don't need a
reason.

We passed the trees and she tied her dog, maxie, to one of the
branches.  She and I walked slowly up to each other and  stood in each
other's face.  We were breathing harder in anticipation.  Even though we
fought frequently, it always excited me.  I loved to get into it with
her.  I enjoyed our contests to physically punish each other.  Without
another word, we grabbed two fists full of each other's hair and began
to pull and twist each other's head really hard.  We staggered around
like this for a few minutes while getting warmed up.  We leaned against
each other and pulled our heads back as far as we could.  It was plenty
uncomfortable, but no one was really getting hurt.  The only sound was
our   panting as we struggled against each other.  Maxie looked on with
interest to see what his owner was doing.

After a couple more minutes, we bent each other over at the waist and
began to tangle our legs.  We were trying to trip each other, but
neither was successful.  We struggled and staggered around the little
clearing.  I let go of her hair with on hand and punched her in the
side.   She quickly followed my lead and we began to slug at each other
while hair pulling.  We were bent over at the waste and throwing punches
at our bellies and tits, while holding on to our hair.  Our punching
escalated until we were going as fast as we could.  But after only a
minute or so, we started getting tired.  We still jerked our hair and
punched each other only occasionally while panting to catch our breath.

Like she said, we hadn't fought for several days.  I missed it.  I
really enjoyed fighting with her.  We were evenly matched; the same
approximate weight and height.  We both had long-ish hair, nice legs and
pretty big tits.  The boys found us attractive.  That evening, we both
were wearing shorts and T-shirts.  Our arms were too tired to punch
now.  We grabbed hair with both hands again and leaned into each other. 
We cursed at each other as we staggered around the clearing.  It was
starting to get dark, but we were so into each other that we didn't
really notice.  Maxie, just watched and gave us an occasional bark. 
More hair pulling and punching followed for several minutes.  We finally
tripped each other and rolled over and over as we tried to control each
other with our legs while still pulling hair.  We rolled to a stop with
Jan and I embraced on our sides, our legs grapevined together  We were
getting really tired now.  We panted and cursed each other some more. 
We kicked and kneed each other between the legs.

After several more minutes of fighting, we were very tired.  We were
still lying on the ground slowly wrestling when we both noticed that it
was pitch dark.  We stopped struggling and rested for a moment while
still tangled together.  We cursed each other and decided that no one
was winning this encounter. After a few more minutes, we rolled apart
and slowly got to our feet.  We didn't have to promise to finish it
later.  We knew we would get it on again soon and that it would never be
finished.

When I got home my mother noticed my disheveled appearance from her
perch on the couch.  As she went back to reading her magazine she asked,
"you and Jan been fighting again?".  I shrugged and went up to my room. 
My mother and Jan's had lived with our constant fighting for years. 
They resigned long ago that they could not stop us and so they no longer
tried.

The next day at school, Jan and I were extremely bitchy to each other. 
We cursed at each other before class.  We bumped into each other in the
hallway.  We got in each other's face in the bathroom.  I told her,
"let's go".  She said, "no.  let's do it after school.  I don't want to
spend the afternoon in the Principal's office".  "Deal", I sneered.  But
we continued to stand there and stare at each other until the bell
rang.  The other two girls in the bathroom encouraged us.  "Come on,
don't take this private", one said.  "Yeah, do it girls", said the
other.  When I turned to go, she pushed me in the back.  I wheeled
around and we collided together.  We grabbed each other's hair and
pushed our tits and legs into each other.  The other girls squealed in
delight.  They chanted, "Fight, fight, fight, ...".   We held this
position while we reconsidered what we obviously wanted to do.  We knew
we'd get suspended.  In a few seconds, we sighed and reluctantly let
each other go.  "I'll fight you later, slut", she said.  "Fuck you.", I
replied as we hurried from the bathroom, smoothing our hair as we went. 
The girls who were watching us groaned in disappointment.  "Shit, I
really wanted to see that", I heard one say.  Most of our friends knew
Jan and I fought.  But we rarely did it in school.  At least not since
grade school.  All it led to was suspension.  Teachers just didn't give
us any leeway.

I hurried to the bus after the last class.  Jan saw me when she got on
and plopped down   beside me in the seat.  She and I turned toward each
other and went nose to nose.  After a minute we pulled our faces back to
a normal distance, but continued to stare and scowl at each other,
wordlessly.  We sat with our hips together and pushed one of our tits
together.  We had an old-fashioned stare-down all the way home.  As we
approached our street, we began to smile slightly at each other.  We
knew we'd be fighting in a few minutes and we'd both been thinking about
it since meeting in the bathroom this morning.  A couple of our friends
who lived fairly close by, had noticed how we were behaving and knew we
were going to fight.  When we got off the bus, we had an audience of two
girls and a guy from the next housing development.

"Come on, slut", I said to Jan.  "We have some 'home work' to do
together".  "I know, bitch", answered Jan as we turned from the road. 
"Your house or mine?", she asked.  "Let's go to your basement", I said. 
We all walked to Jan's house and said hello to her mother who saw us
coming in while cleaning in the kitchen.  We all immediately went to the
basement which was nicely done as a family room.  It was easy to push
the furniture to the walls and make an adequate space to fight.  At
least we had found it so for many years.  Jan was wearing a skirt and
very light blouse.  I was dressed similarly and we both kicked off our
shoes and began circling slowly but ever closer.  The audience sat on
the furniture against the walls and began to encourage us.  "yeah, yeah,
yeah, girls.  I heard.  "Let's see some good action", was another comment.

Jan and I came together and grabbed each other by the hair.  We stumbled
around the room, pushing our bodies together and trying to pull each
other's hair out.  In a minute we finally tripped each other and thumped
to the carpeted floor.  We rolled over and over, our legs and arms
tangled together.  "Yeah, fight, fight, ..." was heard from the other
kids by Jan's Mom upstairs.  She'd already heard the thud as we fell to
the floor.  And she knew we were fighting in the basement.  She
continued to clean.  It stopped being unusual for her daughter to fight
with me years ago.  It wasn't even unusual for other kids from school to
come and watch.  Our mothers simply couldn't stop this behavior so they
didn't try anymore.  As a result, we certainly didn't try to hide  our
fights from them.

Jan and I were rolling and wrestling around the floor.  Our legs and
panties were exposed.  George, the guy who was watching us, was getting
an eye full.  The girls were really encouraging us to beat each other
up.  We began to rip at each other's chest with one hand while wrestling
and pulling hair.  Soon our blouses were torn off and we began to punch
and scratch at our tits.  We continued to fight to chants of "rip her
tits off; fuck her up; yeah, fight girls, fight".  Jan and I got our
bras off in another few minutes.  We both were nicely developed and
proud of our breasts.  Our nipples were hard as we rolled around the
floor, sliding them against each other.  I slugged Jan in the side.  She
returned this favor and we continued to wrestle and punch at each
other.  The kids yelled excitedly at this escalation of violence.  They
wanted to see us beat the fucking shit out of each other.  And that's
pretty much what we were doing.

We rolled topless across the floor and stopped up against the couch.  As
we lay there, we   slugged each other in the side and occasionally
scratched some tit.  We hadn't let go of each other's hair since we
started.  I kneed her cunt.  She tried to get mine as well.  We cursed
each other as we battled.  The audience was cheering and catcalling.  It
was a typical afternoon.  One which we had repeated countless times
growing up.  My pussy became sore from her kneeing me and my head felt
as if it were on fire.  I'm sure she was just as uncomfortable.  We
rolled back toward the middle of the room and came to rest with me
straddling her on top.  As we ripped hair, I began to flop down on her
stomach.  She was losing steam.  She scratched my tits and I punched
hers.  I raised up and kneed her pussy hard several times.  She cried
out and after several times, she was done.  There was no further resistance.

I rolled off of her and we laid there and rested a few minutes.  The
audience was not happy it was over but they knew it was.  We were helped
onto the sofa and I prepared to leave.  "Good fight, Liz", one of the
girls said to me.  Jan was recovering, putting her bra back on.  Old
George had seen quite a show.  Everyone but Jan started up the stairs.  
We exchanged "fuck you's", and I left for home.  

My mother could tell from the bruises, scratches and rumpled clothes
what I'd been doing.  She just shook her head and said, "You two had 
better cut your nails again before you have scars".  I went up to my
room, got undressed and ready for a bath.  As I looked into the mirror,
I surveyed the damage.  Just a few scratches and bruises.  It would all
heal fast.  I had enjoyed the thrill of the fight, as well as putting on
a show.  I realized I was already looking forward to fighting Jan again.