Chapter 7
Journey
To The Center Of The Psyche
The city passed beyond the taxi windows like a ghost without a definite form, an entity alien to the alternative reality that dominated Erika?s thoughts. Sitting behind the cab driver, the Swede was licking her full lips, slowly dragging her tongue to feel every bite that Melike?s white teeth had taken on her mouth. Although fortunately there were no visible wounds, the blonde noticed the burning of the bites under her tongue.
Turning her face, the Swede saw Melike next to her, sitting by the opposite window of the car. Like her, the brunette was using her tongue to check the damage that her lips had suffered under the biting assault of her enemy. Excited by what she saw, Erika wished that the mouth of the Turk felt as sore and sensitive as her own.
Inevitably, the college students? eyes ended up meeting, and the last few lickings were different: slower, hotter, infinitely more challenging. The crotches throbbed again under that tension that was no longer unknown, as the dilated pupils of the girls fell on the other breasts; the tempting glands peeked out of their necklines as a scorching reminder of what had happened at the end of the fight in Emma?s living room. Immediately, their excited nipples hardened, emphasizing themselves through the white low-cut tops with stiffness and length.
?We?ve arrived at your house, Melike.?
Maddy?s voice brought the couple out of the burning, tense moment. Licking her sore fleshy lips one last time, the brunette opened the taxi door and looked at her blonde foe. Melike?s half-closed amber eyes challenged Erika to get out of the taxi right there, challenged the Swede not to wait for the night and resolve her differences at the brunette?s home at that very moment, if she dared. Looking back defiantly, the Swede grabbed the handle of her door, ready to fulfill the wishes of both beauties.
But, just at that decisive moment, something inside women made them back down. Perhaps they didn?t feel ready to cross any more lines after such a frenzied and reckless night, or perhaps the memory of what had happened between them at Emma?s house, now that things had cooled down, misplaced them to the point where they both needed to rearrange their thoughts before taking the next step.
Melike stepped out of the taxi, forcing herself to smile victoriously over her shoulder in a desperate attempt to stay above her antagonist. Erika also smiled arrogantly and falsely, wanting to show Melike that the brunette was the one running away. A powerful but unwanted sense of relief ran through their female bodies as they saw that the rival was not changing her mind by the last smiling challenge but, at the same time, part of them longed for a gesture or a word from the other female to convince them to resolve their many differences without further delay.
?I hope we can finish our last conversation, Melike.? Pushed by her ego, the Swede couldn?t help but spit out a challenge to the other girl. ?The topic was quite interesting??
?You can count on it, Erika.? From outside the taxi, the brunette leaned towards the blonde to launch the last attack in that secret battle of insinuations. ?I don?t like to leave things unfinished??
Erika looked at Melike?s suggestive cleavage, her bosoms hanging from her torso. Instinctively, the blonde leaned her body forward, flaunting her cleavage and boobs as much as her nemesis. Jealousy flooded both girls? trembling pupils.
?See you girls at Alisha?s tonight,? Melike finally said, before closing the door, leaving Erika with her dark thoughts in a taxi that kept her away from her greatest longing.
***
Just half an hour later, with the sun trying to peek beyond the curtains of their bedrooms, Melike and Erika were in front of their full-body mirrors, watching the reflection of their figures. Their bodies were still covered by the top and skirt that had had the honor of being their first battle attire at the start of the long-awaited physical hostilities between the two alpha females; physical hostilities that had been insufficient, frustrating, and had ended in the most unexpected way possible. They could still feel it in their accelerated hearts, see it in their swollen curves, taste it on the tips of their tongues, which still retained the rival?s sweetness: both were still connected to the other woman, even now that they were hundreds and hundreds of meters away.
That connection manifested in an almost supernatural way during the following minutes, with the thoughts and actions of the girls paired up. First, Erika and Melike tried to undress in front of the mirror, their bodies crying out for freedom from the close-fitting cloths. But it wasn?t easy: their shaky, clumsy fingers struggled against tops and skirts, the clothes intensely clung to skins soaked in sweat and agitation. It wasn?t until a minute later that they both got rid of the tops; their boobs, squeezed under their push-up bras, appeared before their eyes as reminders of the first psychological battle of the last night, when they had both gone home to rearm themselves against the rival. ?Fucking bitch,? they whispered in unison, evoking how the other tits had looked, true spheres of power over the torso of the other beauty.
With hatred flooding their sweaty bodies, the females twisted their plump lips as they decided to free their bosoms from the pressure of the suffocating push-up bras. But the fingers still didn?t respond to their desires, so they both fought with the bra clasps until, filled with rage, they ended up tearing it. Lost in a sea of frustration, Melike and Erika threw the shattered bras on the floor as their mouths opened to scream in despair?but something stopped them.
?Fuck?? they murmured, amber and blue eyes wide open at what their mirrors were reflecting: unrecognizably long and thick nipples, so excited that they practically hurt. Brunette and blonde had always been proud of their nips, their thick erections always being the most envied in communal showers and beach topless days, but what they were watching now went far, far beyond what they knew.
Swallowing hard, the two beautiful coeds slowly brought their nervous hands on their extended nipples. To the surprise of them, the mere touch of their fingertips was almost enough to cause an orgasm to explode between their legs. Taking their hands off their breasts for fear of the outbreak, Erika and Melike remembered the climactic moment of their confrontation at Emma?s house, when all four nipples had stabbed each other. It had been intense, hot?electrically unbearable. They both regretted not having been able to resist the nipple-to-nipple clash and, for a few seconds, they wanted to do it again, with the ambition of watching the other girl melt against their tough pair.
However, the evocation of the nipple collision didn?t come alone: lips locked in a hateful kiss, breasts crowded in a struggle for space, hot sweat and passionate gasps. With their hearts running wild under tits more swollen than usual, the women recalled the feverish duel in Emma?s living room, boasting of every moment of weakness in the other beauty, lamenting every moment that the nemesis had overtaken them.
?Who the fuck you think you are?? they exclaimed in unison. Without realizing what they were doing, their right hands fell on their pussies; with a soft feminine whine, both kneaded their cunts delicately, feeling the warm moisture that their panties accumulated under them. The sexual excitement went far beyond what they had never felt before, as no man had ever been able to awaken their bodies in such a way. Not even when they masturbated in the solitude of their bedrooms had reached a similar level of ecstasy. Both women found themselves sinking their fingers under their panties, cursing the other young woman?s skills.
?Fuck you, bitch,? they moaned, penetrating themselves slowly. For a moment, both visualized their nemesis, right there in their room, coming out of the mirror with arrogant, determined steps. In their minds, the girls? fingers were inside the other beauty, surrounded by a humid heat. The rival groaned, a humiliating climax approaching?
A real orgasm erupted between Melike?s and Erika?s legs. Both breathed out a short, high-pitched scream that arose from the depths of their fantasies. Weakened by too many sensations, they fell to the floor on their knees, where they kept trembling from the orgasmic earthquake that should have suffered their enemy.
?If we had entered one of the bedrooms together?? they whispered to their antagonist through the reflection, unsatisfied with the destructive orgasm they had just survived. With a voracity that no one could control, the exalted girls pinched their nipples, squeezed their tits and kept jerking off their cunts under their juice-soaked panties. Looking at themselves in their mirrors, they got horny at the sight of their sensual reflections, their feminine curves moving with pleasure at the onanist act. But everything went much, much further, because the similarities between the bodies of the rivals made it easy for them to imagine that the reflection they saw in the mirror could be the body of the woman who had turned their world upside down.
For five, ten minutes, Erika and Melike kept giving themselves pleasure, always thinking about the other alpha female. Their fingers pinched nipples so hard that it seemed they would never soften up again, touched a pussy so wet that it seemed it could never be dried. With their sexual defenses completely broken, one, two, three orgasms exploded in their cunts, turning sexually powerful women like them into pathetic horny girls.
?No!? they shouted as another climax was about to dominate their beautiful topless figures. Pulling their fingers away from their bodies as if they were electrified, the coeds stood up. With their eyes flashing with rage, they grabbed the white sheet from their beds to cover the mirrors. The spell that had been affecting them seemed to dissipate.
I?m not gonna give you any more of my orgasms, you lesbian bitch, they complained in silence, as if the mirror could hear them talking about their fears. Tonight I?ll break you, and you won?t be able to affect me like this anymore. Then, taking a long breath, they decided it was time for a nice, cold shower.
***
The water fell on Melike?s naked body. After the desperate, wild masturbation of minutes earlier, the Turkish beauty felt that the cold kiss of the shower was rebalancing her emotional balance, bringing body, mind and soul back together in one place. That?s what I need, she told herself. If I want to beat that bitch tonight, and I plan on doing it, I need to be in control of my emotions and my entire body.
What was going to happen that night during and after the costume party was still a mystery to Melike, but everything that had happened on Friday night and that same Saturday morning had made it clear to the amber-eyed brunette that it was all going to go far beyond a simple catfight. Of course, Melike wasn?t afraid to pull her rival?s blond hair, slap her beautiful face and even beat her flat belly with her fists until submission, but the ease with which they brought their best feminine attributes together in competition could only mean one thing: that the deep rivalry between them would only be truly resolved body-to-body, in a colossal battle so close and tight that only the most toned and sexual woman could win it.
Of course, it will be sexual, Melike thought fiercely, her long nipples hardening under the water. It couldn?t be any other way. The girl felt a certain vertigo as she saw how naturally she accepted the carnal nature of their rivalry, but at the same time she couldn?t help but see the logic of it all. We?ve been competing for two weeks to decide which of us is the sexiest woman. What better way to prove to that Swedish cunt that I?m that woman than forcing her body to surrender to mine with raw pleasure?
There were still plenty of ways of beating someone, and Melike certainly planned to release adrenaline by violently punching her nemesis, but she knew perfectly well that the reality of their confrontation would follow the path opened by their asses rubbing on the dance floor and by their tongues and breasts battling in Emma?s living room. Much remained to be clarified about the rules of the final showdown?if any rules were needed. Where it would take place? What weapons would be used? What would decide who the winner was? There were a lot of questions in the air, but at least the central issue was incontestable.
As the water ran down Melike?s youthful brown skin, a slight sting burst into her thighs and ass, where Erika?s terrible fingernails had worked during the fiery dance in the nightclub. Whistling with rage, the Turk knew that, whatever happened that night, it would start with another dance with the blonde. A public dance?and then another in private, she thought. I owe her that.
***
Erika came out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her curvaceous body, her fair skin glowing seductively with a few shiny drops of water. Entering her bedroom, and ignoring the covered mirror in front of which she had jerked off aggressively minutes earlier, she threw the towel over her bed, revealing an excited, but now under control, body.
I really needed that shower, she thought, feeling stable and focused. I need all my senses to the fullest if I?m gonna beat that brunette whore tonight. During the shower, the blonde had realized what a dangerous but satisfying road she would have to follow that night to crown herself the undisputed alpha female of Princeton, a descent into hell through a path of lust and curves. She started it all with her ass, her tongue and her hard-nippled tits, she pondered hypocritically, as all that had happened between them had been mutual. But I?ll be the one to finish this?with my own weapons.
Then, she opened her closet. Before Erika got home, she had already decided what costume she would wear at Alisha?s party. ?It couldn?t be anything but this one,? she said quietly, her tongue licking her fat lips with pleasure. ?I can?t wait to see Melike?s jealous eyes on me??
Erika?s crotch throbbed intensely at the thought, but the mind of the pink-lipped blonde went further, visualizing her brunette rival moving from resentful glances to action. Closing her eyes, the Swede saw the other beauty jumping over her, her young, firm bodies clashing chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. Her pussy began to moisten as she thought of the close, tight, suffocating struggle between untamed curves, the sexual side of the rivalry that had erupted between them on the dance floor and, later, at Emma?s house forcing them into the ultimate female duel.
So be it, her sexuality against mine, Erika accepted, although she felt it was her cunt that was thinking for her. There?s no other way to settle what started two weeks ago when that bitch walked into class like she owned the place. Looking at the costume she would wear that night, the blonde licked her lips in anticipation. She will admit that I?m the best woman, that I?m hotter than she?ll ever be.
Taking a breath of air, she tried to calm her sex with the promise that, in several hours, it would be satisfied with the female domination that it was longing for. One way or another, my dear, we?ll finish her off. Feeling the reddish marks that Melike had left on her white skin, on her ass and her thighs hours earlier, Erika twisted the gesture with lust. And it will all start with a dance, just like last night. I owe her that.
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