Jan & Liz 3 by Sidekick

The further adventures of Jan & Liz.  They don't need a reason to
fight.  It's just what they do.

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This story is a guy's fantasy. I've written it in the "first person"
style from one of the female character's point of view. It's not real
and it would never happen. But I think it makes a really exciting story.
Maybe you will too. If so, let me hear from you: [email protected] .
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The summer after we graduated high school, I got a job as a clerk in the
local Marshall's
department store.  I was planning on enrolling in the local community
college in the fall.
Studying what, I wasn't sure yet.  I knew that Liz was working at the
steak house over near the
bypass.  She was busy mostly at night.  And I was busy mostly during the
day.

We had taken to fighting on Saturday's since we didn't see each other at
school anymore. It was
sometimes at my house, and sometimes at hers.  More than a few times, we
enjoyed each other in
the my big back yard.  My mother would just walk around us and shake her
head.  She had given
up long ago on the idea that she could stop us from fighting.

Last Tuesday, Liz came into my store around 11 am.  She pretended to
shop around the dresses
but all they while we were eying each other.  I waited on customers and
then when I wasn't busy
anymore, I headed for Liz.  "What the fuck are you doing in here,
slut?", I challenged as she
continued to browse through summer dresses.  "Do you have this in a size
4?", she said sweetly
holding up a dress in my face.  Slapping her arm and the dress out of
the way, I stepped up in her
face. She hissed at me quietly, "you dirty cow".  "Fucking bitch", I
retaliated.  We continued to
curse each other with our noses literally touching.  We wanted each
other badly.  There was no
way we could be together without fighting.  I didn't want to loose my
job, so I gave her an
invitation.

"Come with me to the dressing rooms, slut."  I turned and she followed
me behind the curtain. A
lady was just leaving and we had the good fortune of no one else being
there at the moment.  We
entered one of the stalls and closed the curtain.  You could still see
our feet.  But this was as
private as we could get at the moment.  I was dressed in a good dress,
heels and stockings, in
accordance with the store's dress code.  She was in shorts, a tee shirt
and tennis shoes.  It had
been a day and a half since we had last fought. And I was itching to get
at her.

I kicked off my heels, grinned and said, "come on".  She was also
grinning like a Cheshire cat as
she reached out and grabbed my hair. I grabbed hers and we leaned our
bodies together and
pulled our heads back.  We began to wiggle and rub our breasts together
also, trying to be quiet
as best we could.  My juices began to moisten my crotch.  I loved to
fight her.  It was a narcotic
for us. We jerked our heads back obscenely for a few minutes and groaned
as quietly as we
could.  Then we let go with one hand and began slugging each other in
the sides and back.
Damn, I loved to fight her.  I felt the rush of the fighting lust.

The sounds of our grunts and the thud of our fists hitting each other
reverberated in the dressing
room for the next few minutes.  It was silly that we were trying to
fight but be quiet at the same
time.  But that's exactly what were trying to do.  And I thought we were
doing a pretty job; until I
heard voices and the sound of hard shoes on the tiled floor getting
louder.  We stopped punching
and held each other by the hair with one hand.  Then we groaned,
reluctantly separated and
stepped as far back from the curtain as we could, The lady  walked in
and occupied the stall right
before ours, I breathed easier.  I glared at Liz as I slipped my shoes
back on and straightened my
dress as best I could. As we made ourselves presentable again, we
listened to the sounds of the
lady trying on clothes behind the thin wall separating us.  But we
couldn't let go of our narcotic
so easily once we started, so we got in each other's face once again. I
whispered, "I have lunch in
about 20 minutes.  Wait for me upstairs in the shoe department.".  "The
shoe department?", she
questioned with a puzzled look.  "Trust me", I replied and pulled the
curtain back tentatively.

Peering around for a moment, I left and went back to my station. I
notice Liz slipping out a few
seconds behind me.  She smiled and gave me the finger as she got on the
escalator and headed to
the second floor.  We stared at each other as she slowly ascended.  And
we both silently mouthed
"fuck you" to each other before she disappeared from sight.

I finished my duties in the next several minutes while squirming around
in my wet panties. I was
soaking them, just thinking about the coming fight with Liz.  At noon I
bolted out from behind
the counter after finishing with my last customer of the morning and
headed straight for the
escalator.  Weaving and dodging people on my way to the shoe department,
I felt my juices
began to leak down my leg.  But I didn't care.  I wasn't stopping for
anything now.  Then I saw
Liz in the corner holding a pair of shoes but looking around for me.  As
I approached, she put the
shoes back on the rack and I motioned for her to follow me.

As a store employee I as authorized to go into the back room area by the
loading dock and
warehouse.  I was walking briskly with Liz in tow, heading for the
little storage closet where I
knew they secured some of the small electronic items. I motioned for Liz
to stop where she was.
Then I went into the back office and smiled sweetly at Joe, the business
manager's trainee.  "Hi
Joe.  I need the key for 215", I said and then leaned over to put my
hands on the desk in front of
him.  Joe liked me.  He was always staring and I figured my breasts
being this close to him with
my hair hanging down would distract him nicely and put him in the mood
to be cooperative.
"Sure, Ja-Jan, I'll ge-get it fffor you" he stammered, trying not to
look at my bosom.  When he
gave me the key I smiled again sweetly and gave him a wink as I turned,
"Thank you so much,
Joe".                  

Returning to the hallway, I motioned for Liz to follow.  Unlocking the
door to the storage room I
quickly pulled her inside and looked around the hallway to make sure no
one had seen us.  I
quickly closed the door and locked it.  Liz and I stood barely a foot
apart on the carpeted floor.
The room was only enough room for two people to stand in there if they
were practically in each
other's face.  It was very small with shelves on every wall, filled with
merchandise.  We stared at
each other and exchanged pleasantries.  "Well, isn't this fucking
plush!", Liz laughed while
looking around the little room.  "Listen slut, this is about the only
place in this store we can have
privacy", I said.  "Do you want to fight or not?". She laughed and
snorted, "ha, are you kidding?
Let's go, bitch".  I hurried to remove my good dress and lay it over one
of the shelves.  Karen
removed her tee shirt and shorts and we quickly stood facing each other
in our underwear.

I smiled and raised my fists.  She did to and our hands literally
touched because the room was so
small.  I slugged her tit and she hit me in the side.  Then we let go
with a flurry of punches as we
both hit each other anywhere and everywhere. We were brawling real
good.  The punches were
slapping and thudding against our bodies in rapid fire succession.  I
loved every punch that I felt
connect into her.  God I loved to fight her!  We wailed away at each
other for several minutes.
Panting from the exertion, we stopped momentarily to catch our breath. 
And then we went at
each other again with our fists slugging tits, sides, stomachs and even
pussies.  We stayed away
from each other's face for the present.  Twice more we tired and stopped
a moment to catch our
breath before resuming the fistfight.  Panting to a momentary stop once
again, we still held our
fists up.  But then I grabbed her bra and ripped it over her tits.  She
grabbed mine also and in
seconds we were topless with the bras in the floor.  I reached for two
fist fulls of her hair and she
did also.  We pulled and jerked each other's hair violently as we
stumbled against each other.
There was no room to maneuver, so we just leaned against each other
jerking our hair.

I turned her head almost all the way around.  She pulled mine back so
hard I thought my head
would snap off.  Now the only sounds in the room were the two of us
panting, grunting and
moaning.  I swear I thought we would pull our hair completely out. Each
jerk of her hair gave me
a warm rush and my pussy was leaking down the inside of my legs. 
Presently I took one hand
out of her hair to punch her side.  As I punched her, she took one hand
and retaliated in kind.  For
several minutes we were sort of like fighting hockey players, holding
each other by the hair with
one hand and punching in the sides, tits and stomach.  We threw well
aimed punches, designed to
hurt each other.  But we didn't have that much arm strength and the
reality was that we weren't
doing much damage.  Becoming frustrated and then we started punching
faster and hitting
anything we could.  We punched high and low and very indiscriminately
for several minutes.

All this time we held our hair securely with the other fist.  I snarled
and jerked her hair with each
punch.  "Grrrrrr-ummmph!, agggghhhhhh-ooooffff!".  We smacked our fists
into each other over
and over for many long minutes.  Every time my fist thudded into it's
intended target I swear my
pussy ran a little faster. As we got into a rhythm I even got a rush
from her hitting me. I don't
know how long we stood in that little room and punched each other.  But
it was getting very hot
from all the exertion in the confined space.

Finally, sweating like pigs and tiring, we stumbled to our knees and
then thumped to the dirty
carpeted floor.  We immediately clutched each other tightly and lay
partially upright against the
shelf and partially on the floor.  We jerked our hair and panted to
catch our breath.  I felt the
sticky wetness on the inside of my thigh,  sliding against hers. I loved
this shared narcotic of
ours. We resumed punching each other with one hand.  My pussy was
drenching her leg.  The
presence of her thigh between mine was suddenly all that I could feel. 
Feverishly I slid up as
close as I could get and began to hump her leg.  I stopped punching and
grabbed her hair, pulling
furiously as my orgasm was building.

She was evidently about as hot as I was.  She stopped punching as well
and we practically pulled
all the hair from our heads as we screamed in glorious orgasm. 
"Aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeaaaa!,
uuuuuuuunnnnnnggggggggggaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!".   We leaned against each
other, panting and
exhausted and happy.  We had our little fix of narcotic for the day and
I lost myself in the warm,
tingly, dreamy feeling for a few minutes.  My mind drifted away.  I'm
not sure for how long.
Then suddenly startled back to the present,  I became aware of my
surroundings again.  I was
sitting on a dirty carpet in only my panties; my body entangled with
Liz's.  I pushed her leg off
me and rolled away, groaning at the movement of my sore muscles.

"Uhhhhhhhhh, I grunted as I tried to sit up.  "You fucking cow".  Liz
stirred to life slowly,
groaning as well.  "Ahhhhh, sheesh!", she said rubbing her shoulder. 
"Shut the fuck up, you little
whore."  She chuckled, "At least we found somewhere to have a good
fight.  That dressing room
was not happening". We both rubbed our sore and bruised limbs for a few
minutes.  Then,
attempting to rise, we bumped into each other and fell back to the
floor.  The room was too small
to provide the room we needed.  "Watch out, bitch!", she swore at me. 
"Fuck you.  Get out of
my way", I answered.  We both moved to get up again, pushing at each
other.  We needed the
same space.  The room was just too small.  We pushed and bumped and fell
back to the floor
once again.

"What the fuck is your problem?", I yelled at Liz.  Her eyes narrowed as
she growled back at me,
"Get the fuck out of my way, you sticking cunt".  I returned her glare. 
"Bite me slut". We had a
mini stare-down for several seconds.  I felt the rise of fighting lust
welling up inside me.  Then
we launched ourselves at each other; grabbing hair and jerking and
clawing each other.  Once
again we tangled up in a little fighting ball sitting on the floor.  We
clutched at each other tightly,
pulling and jerking hair.  I slugged her in the back and side. We both
jammed our knees into soft
flesh.  We banged into the shelving as we struggled wildly. Then, we
settled in a fighting clinch,
jerking our hair, kneeing and punching occasionally, as hard as we
could.  For many minutes, we
fought on the dirty floor, unable to do much moving or to get up.

It was hot and I was sweating profusely.  I held Liz by her hair, which
was sweat soaked and
matted.   We punched, pulled, kneed, clutched and scratched each other
for a while longer.
Finally, sweat soaked and extremely tired and bruised, we both let go of
each other and lay back,
trying to catch our breath.  In a few minutes I was able to get up,
pushing Liz out of the way.  She
followed me and we stood facing each other.  I was shocked to notice how
messed up we looked
and remember where I was.  My hair was a total disaster!  I looked
around the floor for my bra
and slipped back into my dress.  Trying to fix my hair, I finally
groaned and looked at my watch.

"Oh, fuck!  It's almost 2pm", I swore.  Liz laughed as she slipped her
sneakers back on. "You're
fucked now you little bitch". I shook my head as I contemplated my
situation.  I had no good
options. I could try to go back to work and make up an excuse where I'd
been for the last hour.
But my hair was a mess, I had dirt all over me and I smelled of sweat. 
If I didn't go back to
work, I'd surely loose my job. Liz smiled at my predicament and we
stared at each other, still
almost toe to toe in that little storage closet.

(To be continued ...)