No Longer a Dream - Part 1

[moanalo]

This is a sequel to "A Dream of the Evenly Matched"

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No Longer a Dream - Part 1
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Reminiscing on recent events...

...but perhaps that is not the right word to use,'Reminiscing'.
To 'Reminisce', by definition, usually implies enjoyable and/or pleasurable
recollections.

Anyway, the word feels right therefore I will go with it.

I had been expecting something like what happened for quite a while and was
prepared for it, wanting it, desired it like life itself. We tried to ‘Fake
it, until we made it’, Tiffany and I. But neither us are good at faking
anything, at least not for very long. So I guess some ‘Things’ are meant to
be.

We wanted to fight each other. Win - Lose - Draw.
And it had to be naked. Bare to one another. That is another explanation
that I will leave for another time.

I lost that fight.
That possibility never entered my mind, the 'Losing' part.
Maybe because there is no winning or losing in something like this.
Or is there? That probably makes no sense. None of it does. Tiffany and I
have this unconscious desire to dominate and humiliate each other, totally
unaffected by objective reasoning. That may be the best I can ever convey.

After the fight she did not openly boast or gloat about it. No, it was
worse. Much worse. The sideways glances while walking past me, with the
most subtle twist of her gorgeous lips that formed a knowing smirk. We
shared a secret, a bond that tethered us together. And she would make
subtle jerks on that bond to let me know she had prevailed.

It felt like that bond was a rope that tied us. Sometimes I would feel the
line go slack, giving me a momentarily sense of freedom, only for it to go
taught. It was Tiffany, reminding me that I am forever tied to her. Jerking
on that line, reminding me that she won, humiliating me in the end. And
that if I ever wanted freedom, I would have to fight for it.

Prior to our fight, the hate alone was enough to drive me crazy. But now
the memory of our fight, the intensity of what it finally felt like to have
her body against mine and to struggle so hard to prove something. That
never leaves you.

And she also enjoyed something else, something that I have not mentioned
before...

...and this pains me to share;

Early on in College I found someone, and that someone was another girl.
We fell in love, which in turn broke my boyfriend's heart.
Tiffany swooped-in and made my 'Ex' her own. She claimed she stole him away
from me, that I was not 'woman enough' to please him. Of course I dispute
that.

She then continued with her slandering, that I was so crushed by the
breakup that I turned 'Gay', since I could not compete with her. And that I
was not 'woman enough' to keep him. His name is Eric by the way.

Of course this escalated into a war of words. Battle lines were drawn.
We found every reason to hate each other. She made digs at me because I am
blonde. She is a brunette. She told Eric (my Ex) that I was always a
lesbian because I played a lot of 'Dyke Sports' like Softball. Tiffany was
an athlete too, a swimmer, but said that Swimming was a more refined and
dignified sport.

Sometimes, not often, but sometimes I wish she would just announce it to
the world that we fought, and that I lost, maybe then she would stop
needling me over the loss.

It was a close fight, at least I thought so. But the way she was so smug,
you would have thought she wiped the floor with me.

"You can't even use your pussy like a real woman." She said in that husky
voice. She came close up to me on a Campus bar one night. Very drunk. I was
drunk as well. After she slurred her derogatory comment she slipped back
into the crowd before I could respond. Another Hit-and-Run by Tiffany...she
excelled at that.

"Babe, don't let her bother you." My lover came up to me and said after
watching our exchange from afar. If she only knew.

"Mallory, that's a typical dyke-butch name." She told me on another
occasion. That is my name, Mallory, I may not have mentioned that before.

"Tiffany, a stupid, ditzy name all bitches are given, I wonder if your
parents even knew each other." I responded.

The days would sometimes pass with no sight nor sound from my nemesis. That
line again, it goes slack and I wonder if freedom is near.
'If she never says another word to me, I will leave it alone.'
It sounded like a promise I could keep to myself.

"You could never satisfy Eric, I bet you can't even satisfy your
girlfriend." Whiplash from another one of her sneak attacks. The line goes
tight.

"I could pull Eric right out from under you and you know it. And I don't
have to put my pussy out there for him to come back to me." I snapped.
Fuming with anger. Not so close to freedom after all.

"Never happen! Now that he knows what a real woman feels like. And your
girlfriend would be mine if I fucked her too."

Flustered, I hesitated, even stammered...enough time for her to get that
final dig in...

"But I already know what your body feels like. I fucked you and you
couldn't take it. Not your mouth, not your breasts, not that ass, and
definitely not that pussy. Nothing you have could match up against me. What
a disappointment you were."
She breathed out the words, seething them out like some poison. That was
the way it was between us; Angry hushed tones.

No one else is around, so why does she always whisper?
Why do I?

Something in that last exchange wounded me, terribly.
I had been triggered and knew what would happen next. I stepped up,
nose-to-nose with her, and a fever like sweat washed over my body; "If I am
such a disappointment, why do you keep coming back for more? Are you that
pathetic!? That desperate!?"

"I want to hear you admit it. I've already seen the look of fear and defeat in
your eyes, now I want to hear the words."

She hits a bullseye with that one. I was afraid that night of the first
fight, and admitted as much with only a look. Now she wanted more, of
course she does, and I wanted redemption.

"Lets find out, and settle this. Settle everything and it won't be like
last time."

Her dark blue eyes lit up like I had offered her the best birthday present
ever. She leaned into me and our bodies pressed, from forehead to toe, and
all in-between. "You got it bitch." I could not believe the heat our bodies
were putting off, we could have stayed like that for hours. It felt
amazing, but terrifying. Amazingly terrifying.

We both knew we had reached the point of no return and would have to go
through with this again. And we both had zero second thoughts about it. On
the contrary, we each relished the situation and an upcoming fight.

I don't know how long we stood eye-to-eye like that, but for a second I
thought we would 'throw down' right there.

Our first fight was just an appetizer compared to how the second one was
shaping up. At least from my personal perspective. My whole body felt
wired...alive...anxious.

The night concealed what we did the first time. Not that we were ashamed of
what we did, but we felt the cloak of darkness offered a kind of intimacy
as we struggled against one another. But not this time, the second time we
wanted the day, in the light, to see everything.
There would be no dark shadows.

And I must prevail now. I must.
My whole being felt this was a turning point.

[Austin315]

And away we go! I feel like we've got another amazing saga, of two beautifully muscled women going toe to toe to prove superiority. My absolute favorite. Can't wait for the 2nd battle to come! Gonna be interesting to see if they go at it right then or plan ahead to prepare their bodies/muscles the best they can. Either way it's so great to have you back Moanlao! Thank you.