It was Tara Mariani’s first time leading the class on her own. She was surprised to find herself a little nervous, but her intrinsic self-confidence encouraged her to press on. It helped that the professor she was T.A.’ing for had told her multiple times that she was one of the brightest graduate students he had ever taught. It also helped that Tara Mariani was one of the most talked about students on campus—being drop dead gorgeous and intelligent was always helpful. Her olive skin was flawless, high cheekbones set off her huge brown eyes. Auburn hair framed the perfect face, with full deep colored lips contrasting with a perfect smile. Her shoulders were exposed today—Tara had intentionally chosen an eye-catching spaghetti-strap tank, the white color of which contrasted beautifully with her sun-darkened skin. She also knew that if the lighting was just perfect, the students who were paying close attention would be able to faintly see her thick nipples and large brown areolae. Tara’s breasts weren’t massive, instead, they were “perfect”. She wore a 36D bra, but her breasts rode high and were very round, a gift inherited down her mother’s side of the family—in fact Tara and her younger twin sisters were all blessed with the family inheritance. Her abs were tight, a result of lots of running and working out but if Tara’s upper body was a triumph, her lower body was the coup de grace. Her legs were long and well-muscled, and her ass was a perfect heart shape. Today her legs were exposed nearly to the hip joint, thanks to a very short pair of shorts—after all it was summer session and there was no a.c. At 5’8” and 129 lbs, Tara looked like perfection on the outside. On the inside, was what made Tara truly special though. Tara was as wild as they came. She fucked whatever she wanted, she drank as hard as a sailor and she partied until the sun came up and went down again. Very few people on this campus knew that, but it was the way Tara wanted it: a secret identity of sorts. At 24 years of age, she was just beginning to wind down, but even slowing down still kept her ahead of many of the other collegiate partiers.

Today’s class was on Ancient Greek Culture. It was a 2 credit class offered only during the summer session. Professor Rutledge had come up with the idea for it himself only 2 years ago and it had become one of the most popular classes offered during the summer session. It’s focus was on “the origins of ultimate fighting”. The interesting thing was that it wasn’t only guys who took the class, but the girls loved it too. The discussion revolved around ancient Greece and how wrestling tournaments and fighting competition were the predominant form of entertainment and adrenaline release. How this type of fierce competition served as a “pop-valve” for society to prevent pent-up energy and stress from boiling into daily activities.

Tara sat at the front of the classroom, 11 of the twelve registered students were there, and it was still a few minutes before class was scheduled to start. As the clock struck 11 am exactly, Tara closed the door and called the class to order. She knew exactly who wasn’t there and she knew exactly why. Tara had the rapt attention of all 8 guys and 3 girls present as she introduced the topic for the discussion today. “Was the unrestricted nature of this type of combat excessively barbaric, or truly civilized, and was allowing women to compete in these matches similarly exploitive, as is thought in modern culture or, on the contrary very egalitarian, not discriminating between gender at all?”

As she finished introducing the topic, exactly 2 minutes after class was scheduled to begin, in walked Kelsey Simmons, a 22 year old senior student making her standard grand entrance. Kelsey was perhaps the only individual on campus who could distract the class from Tara, although it was a battle. Kelsey was 5’ 10” and 132 pounds. She had soft blonde hair and sharp, regal features. Her nose was perfect as were her bright blue eyes. Her make up, if a bit heavy, was also perfect, and her clothes were tight where they should be and revealing probably where they shouldn’t. Today she had on a T shirt that was deeply V’d revealing the cleavage to a pair of breasts—probably the only pair of breasts—that rivaled Tara’s. (Only a few people, including Tara and Kelsey, knew that Kelsey’s were slightly bigger) It was also a size too small, and had been washed so many times that it was basically see-thru. Her shorts were cut just above the fold of her ass and if they were looser would have easily revealed a view of her clean-shaven pussy, since she had absolutely no undergarments on. She wore high-heeled red sandals which allowed her to tower nearly 4 inches over Tara, who was rather tall herself.

“Sorry I’m late…” purred Kelsey to Tara, in a tone dripping with sarcasm, as the brunette stood to point out to Kelsey that in fact, she was just that.

“Take a seat, Kelsey.” Replied Tara, nonplussed.

The dialogue went on amongst the students without another interruption for the next hour. It was rather graphic and foul, but Tara was able to keep the discussion focused on the philosophy of the issues rather than the literality of the fights. That was, until Kelsey raised her hand.

“Yes, Kelsey?” Tara asked, wincing inside, knowing she was about to be goaded into a dialogue that she didn’t think she wanted to have.

“Tara, do you mean to say that if two women got into an all-out brawl—nude—with the only rules being that there was no eye gouging or biting—that this isn’t exploitive, but on the contrary, healthy?”

“Well Kelsey, you tell me. If this was an accepted norm, where men and women competed in similar matches, wouldn’t it downplay the novelty and take away the exploitive nature of it—as an example we could look at the way topless beaches are viewed in Europe versus here in the US, right?”

Kelsey replied, “I see your point, but it must be different in some respects. You acknowledged that women were thought to be much more aggressive with each other than men were when it came to ‘damaging’ their opponents rather than killing them. Don’t you think that had to be culturally encouraged?”

“Perhaps, or perhaps it was a function of ability. Perhaps women maimed breasts and external genitalia because they weren’t strong enough to break an opponent’s ribs or neck to result in death, after all , men tore at external genitalia as well as women, this wasn’t novel…”

Kelsey nodded with a smirk as the entire class took in what the two women had said. Tara was pleased with the way she had handled Kelsey’s questioning and the remainder of the class had gone extremely well. When class was complete, Tara went down to her office to hold her compulsory office hours for the week. She rarely had students come as it was summer, but as the test time approached it got a little busier. The final exam was still two weeks away but students did start to increase their office visit time. It was for this reason that the knock at the door didn’t really surprise her. What did surprise her was who the knock was announcing.

“Come in!” called Tara.

In walked—no not walked, sauntered Kelsey Simmons. “Hi Tara…” she said.

“Hi Kelsey, how can I help you today?” replied Tara.

“Well Tara, I was interested in today’s discussion…” Kelsey leaned forward onto the desk.

“In what way?”

“Are you competitive?”

Tara had a suspicion that she knew where this was heading. Kelsey and she had a long-standing dislike of one another. Tara’s younger sisters and Kelsey had been in the same high school class and Kelsey and one of Tara’s younger twin sisters had really had a strong hatred for one another. It had come to a head one night and Kelsey and Anna had a terrible fistfight that had left Anna pretty badly beat up and Kelsey gloating about it. Once at college, Kelsey had ended up pledging Tara’s sorority during Tara’s senior year and Tara had tortured Kelsey during that time. They had nearly come to blows about it twice but Kelsey pledge sisters had held her back. Kelsey and Tara had both been gymnasts in high school but their tits were too big to compete at a collegiate level. Tara had set 6 school records—Kelsey had broken 3 of them. It was a constant give and take between the two of them.

“You know the answer to that…”

“I like the idea of competition too.”

“So?”

“I’ve always wanted to find out what the oldest Mariani could do when faced with her equal in a fight—after all you were well known for being one of the toughest girls in school. Heh—“ Kelsey chuckled, “But then again, so was Anna, and we know what that led to…”

Tara knew what Kelsey wanted, and she realized that so did she.

“So what do you propose?”

“Let’s have one of those Greek fights, after all, we’re both Greek, right?”

Kelsey was referencing their sorority.

Tara said, “After the summer session. This way, we’re not teacher-student, and we have time to ‘recover’ if we need it. We’ll do it in the graduate gym, on a Friday night—it’s always empty.”

“And we’ll do it the way we spoke about in Ancient Greece?”

Tara smirked, “How else? No eye gouging, no biting, no other rules.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Replied Kelsey and she got up and walked—no sauntered—out.

“So am I…” muttered Tara.

It was a painful 12 days to wait, but the summer session ended and the Friday of their scheduled meeting was upon them. The gym was dark except for the faint light from the aerobics room Kelsey could see through the front door. She was not a graduate student so she didn’t have a key. She saw Tara walking towards the door though, right on time at 1 am.

Kelsey was wearing a white jog bra and shorts, Tara was wearing black, and her shoes were already off.

Tara escorted Kelsey back through the dark gym to the aerobics room.

They said nothing.

Once in the room, Tara turned to Kelsey and said simply, “No clothes, right, just like the Greeks?”

“That’s right.” Said Kelsey, “Anything goes except eye gouges and biting. That’s why you have to be naked—anything goes…”

Tara nodded.

It took moments for the two women two strip naked. Each couldn’t help but analyze the other. Kelsey’s blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her abs were ripped and arms and legs were very well defined. Her tits were large and round with big thick nipples and dark areolae. Her pubic area was totally bare. Tara couldn’t help but notice that the younger girl’s tits were definitely bigger than hers and it made her a bit jealous. She was impressed with the shape that Kelsey was in.

Kelsey stared are her enemy. Tara’s hair was in a thick braid and her cheekbones and full lips are what gave her such a perfect face. Her tits were high on her chest and although clearly not as big as her own, were as close to perfect as any she had seen. Tara had dark areolae and very long nipples. Her pubic area had a thin line of dark black hair. Tara’s legs were still very thick and shapely, revealing their strength and her shoulders and back were very well-defined. Her stomach was cut just like her own. Neither said anything, they just nodded at each other.