This is the account of a Cyber fight I had with a friend.


Dave had been enjoying the party at Dana's that was untill Eva had arrived. Good tunes and Dana had found the key to her parents Liquor cabinet, so the booze had been flowing freely all night. Dave had drank enough that he finally had the guts to go over to Stephanie and talk to her.
"One last drink" he mutters to himself and reaches for the bottle of rum, and at the same time Eva went to grab it. Eva his next door neighbor was a smokin hot chick, and the biggest bitch in school. She had a rep in school as a fighter as a matter of fact there were alot of people thought she was the toughest kid in school. The other side of that coin was Dave himself.
Though they'd known each other since grade school and had fought alot of the same people, they had never actually fought each other. But if Eva did'nt get her hand off of that rum bottle that might change.

Eva had been distracted, chatting with her own circle of friends amidst a thick blanket of cigarette smoke, but the feeling of the bottle she'd been reaching for not coming as easy as it should've done drags her away from her conversation to turn and furrow her eyebrows at the boy. Her eyes narrow, just a fraction. Right. She should've known.

Dave. Back in grade school, she'd thought he was really cute, back before she was old enough to know what those feelings actually were. And he was a hot guy - all abs and tanned skin and dark chocolate hair pushed back away from his forehead in thick spikes. Too fucking pretty, she'd always thought. Her fingers tighten on the neck of the Bacardi bottle and she smirks somewhat nastily.

"Pussy coolers are in the fridge."

Dave glares at her, and thoughts of Stephanie are shoved to the side and he feels a shift in the universe itself and he knows that it's time. As if the universe had been waiting for this moment.
"Fuck you Eva" he says "Let go of the bottle Bitch"
He stares challengingly into her eyes looking for confirmation that this was finally going to happen.

She glares right back, blue eyes crisp and hard, like polished diamonds. Her upper lip is lifted in disgust, nose slightly wrinkled, but one corner of her mouth is tipped up... as if she's fighting back a grin. She tugs on the bottle - hard enough to pull his arm.

"Respect your fucking superiors, arsewipe," she spits back, and this time she does grin again, fully. The kids she was talking with are now staring, quiet. "I'll take what I want and you can have whatever the fuck is left."

He smiles his dark eyes boring into hers, his whole body tingling with anticipation. He smiles at her grin.
"Your nobody's superior cunt, if you want this bottle. Your going to have to go through me." he pulls back continuing the tug of war.

Eva yanks hard. She doesn't even want the rum anymore - she just wants to fuck with him. Her pride won't let it go. "Oh yeh? Can be arranged..." As he yanks the next time, she goes with it, slamming his hand and the bottle into the wall behind the couch, letting go s it shatters in his grip.

Dave snarls as the whole room goes silent he drop the broken bottle.
"Ohh that so does it why don't we take a walk so we can talk about this privately." he says walking towards her. He's a bit taller and heavier, but the girl before him is as tough looking as she is sexy.

She isn't one to turn down a challenge, whether it's in public or private, and Eva narrows her eyes at him. "I think a walk's a good idea," she says, understanding the aligning of the planets that seems to have happened here. This is it. Final countdown.

She offers her friend a smile - one that says she'll be fine - and squirms behind the couch, not bothering to hide her thighs and ass in the extremely short denim cut-offs she's wearing as she reaches for her baseball jacket. She throws it on, taking the cigarette from a girlfriend's mouth and heading off toward the front door as she puts on the jacket, cigarette in her mouth. Her sneakers slap against the front steps and she turns to see if the asshole is following her.

Dave is ready having not brought a jacket he joins her at the door following close behind dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt. As they head out into the night he turns to the brunette beside him.
"My parents are away we can use my place." he says. His blood is pumping with excitment at the thought of fighting the girl beside him. "We can fight there all night, not that it will take that long to kick your fucking ass."

God. It's happening. Eva's blood is pumping too, hot in her veins, and the adrenaline is already jittering through her as she turns her head toward him and smiles, almost sweetly. It's probably The Most Dignified fight she's ever been involved in. She'll never admit it aloud, EVER, but she does have a certain level of respect for Dave.

"You've spent way too long daydreaming about this one, man," she replies, offering him the cigarette.

He accepts the cigarette and lights it off of hers.
"And you haven't?" he asks
"We've been dancing around this for years." he takes a draw on his cigg
"Honestly Eva if you tell me that you don't want this as badly as I do, we can call it off. Because I want you to bring it all, I want to fight that same savage sexy bitch that kicked steve's ass 3 months ago."

Eva snorts, dragging from her own. She inhales the smoke deeply and releases it, eyes closing as she walks, the summer breeze cool on her bare legs. "Steve was a fucking faggot," is all she says. "He was asking for it. And if I didn't fucking want it, jackass, I wouldn't give you my time. I'd be back at the party, making out with every girl you wanna fuck." She turns her head and her eyes sparkle daringly.

She recognizes the house, the same one she's grown up next to, and walks up the front porch as if it's her own, waiting for him to unlock the door. The front hall is dark, echoing, light from a streetlamp filtering in through the frosted window of the front door as she takes another drag from the spent cigarette before dropping it on the wooden floor, treading it with her sneaker. "Good enough. Wanna do this in your room so you can masturbate to it for the next six months?"

"Sure" he replies taking a final drag and then buting out before he goes in.
"you know you could of just said that you wanted in my bedroom, you did'nt have to trick your way in."
He opens the door to the room and kicks of his shoes and takes off his shirth rrevealing a well muscled chest. He begins to limber up making sure to pose for maximum effect.
"So any rules?"

"Fuck up my face and I'll rip both of your balls off and wear 'em as a necklace?" she offers, shrugging out of her jacket to reveal a simple white tank over a hot pink bra. She pretends not to watch as he strips off his shirt, but well, he's got nice... skin. Yeah, skin. Eva grins to herself evilly. That's exactly it. Just the skin.

She takes the opportunity to stretch out too, especially given the alcohol... which will numb the pain, for sure. She turns her back on him, spreads her legs a little, and proceeds to touch the floor, stretching out her bare hamstrings and calves in tiny shorts.

"Nice bra Eva, why not just fight in the nude?" he remarks
He is equally pretending not to notice her skin thought it is very nice...skin.

"So how about no face shots and no groin shots" he offers.
There is a noticible buldge in his pants from watching Eva's...skin.

"Sounds good to me," she says, continuing to limber up and ignoring his comment about her bra. She's grinning; if he's focused on her bra, he's distracted. Dirty fighting or, as she likes to call it, strategy.

The bulge, though, she does notice... and it sparks a few nerve endings along her spine. She licks her lips, as discretely as she can. "Yeah, good idea, Dave... I wouldn't wanna break it in half."

Dave nods in agreement.
The time is finally there and he can't wait he locks eyes with Eva. All joking is now cast aside as he becomes deadly serious. His blood is boiling with lust for this half naked woman in front of him, not sexually though he reckognizes that element as well, he wants to prove his dominance.
He takes a step forward prepared to clash with his foe...