Charlie vs. Dylan

first story idea and wanted to post it :)

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Charlie vs. Dylan

Despite her good grades Charlie was not a fan of school. Sadly she was well into a few weeks of her final high school year, one that had come to pass as they usually have for most of her life. Mostly ignored with little fan fare except for the girls from the Anime club that pass by her in the hallway, new students that haven?t learned how much of a social dead end is it to associate with her. Charlie was use to it by now though and this morning was no different, sitting in her jeans, worn out chuck taylors, a black t-shirt with a Tardis on it and her nose stuck between the pages of Ender?s Game. Sitting in the back of the room she was use to hearing the snickers of the jocks and punks who usually sat back there though she had no problems whenever a teacher decided to pick her to answer a question. In her mind she just wanted to blend in, go by and hopefully be ignored so she can get on with the day.

Charlie always felt being unremarkable would help her with this. When in grade school, in a bid to try and attain some popularity, she tried to come to school dressed up the same as a glamour shot her mother made her take at the department store photo studio. The ridiculous dress coupled with her failed attempt at recreating the make up from that day brought on a day?s worth of ridicule Charlie hasn?t forgotten. Since then she has never touched a smidgen of make-up. Her naturally olive skin was only blemished by a few large beauty marks on her cheek and chin as well as a fair bit of acne and scars from her trying to scratch them off. Her eyes were a sparkling green which Charlie quite loved, framed by thick black rimmed glasses. Her hair was straight and brown, coming down pass her shoulders as she didn?t much enjoy getting her haircut. She was about 5?6 and her body shape could be described as pear like. Her best asset that she often tried to hide with baggy jackets and hoodies was her pair of 38 DD breasts, suffering from a bit of sag from her refusal to wear a bra early on. She had a love hate relationship with her breasts, licking their large size even compared to the cheerleaders that poked fun of her in class but also hating how guys always seemed to draw their eyes towards them.

When she finally heard the bell ring Charlie raised her head as the kids settled into the class. Her home room teacher Ms. Winslow was standing there with her usual beaming smile with another girl standing beside her. Charlie put her book down fully as she saw the nervous looking girl sort of shuffle awkwardly in the front of the class. Charlie knew if she was in the same position she would be behaving similarly and figured the girl was suffering the same sort anxieties Charlie was thinking of if she was to be put on the spot up there. The new girl was dressed in jeans and a really thick white hoodie with a skull on the front. Underneath the hoodie was white t-shirt that was tight against the blonde?s busty chest. She looked about Charlie?s height. Her hair was blonde and was in wavy uneven curls that cascaded down her cheeks. Her eyes were a dull grey that were accented by her red horn rimmed glasses. Her skin was especially pale which showed off her freckles and acne problem. She had a pair of thick black army boots that would click when she walked.

?Well class I?d like everyone to give a warm welcome to Dylan Andrews. She was a little late with registration but we hope we can get her up to speed with the rest of us. I know space is a little tight here Dylan but there?s a seat in the back for you.?
Charlie looked over at the usual desk beside her that was always empty. It bothered her at first but now she was very much accustomed to it. She watched as Dylan slowly made her way to her seat, the blonde clumsily knocking off a front row student?s pencil eliciting an apology until she finally sat down. Once Dylan was settled Ms. Winslow started to write the day?s math lesson on the board.

After a few problems Charlie was already looking ahead in the text book. She was always a bit of a math whiz as she tried to concentrate on the problem when suddenly she heard someone talk to her in a whisper.

?Hey cool t-shirt!? Charlie looked over and saw Dylan leaning over trying to get her attention.

?Oh, well, thanks. I like your hoodie.? Charlie was a little surprised as no one usually talked to her especially during class. It was something the gossipy girls to the left or the other misfits in the back engaged in.

?I?m Dylan Andrews.?

?Yeah I heard up front there.?

Dylan blushed which was highlighted by her fair skin. ?Oh and your name if you don?t mind me asking??

Charlie shook her head as if she was shocked and said ?oh sorry Charlotte Benjamin but everyone calls me Charlie.?

?Nice name? Dylan said with a smile.

?You can have it if you want? retorted Charlie with a bit of dryness in her tone.

?Excuse me Charlie and Dylan but if you have something to say would you care to share it with the whole class??

Charlie was mortified. She had never been called out in class because of something like that. Everyone was doing what hadn?t been done to her since that fateful glamour shot day in grade school, they were looking and paying attention to her. Charlie just kept staring out dumbfounded before one kid yelled out.

?Don?t worry miss, Charlie just finally found someone that speaks her language.?
A few kids laughed as Charlie immediately buried her face in her notebook as Ms. Winslow continued ?I?m happy you two are socializing but please save it for after the lesson. Now??

Charlie couldn?t believe what just happened. Years of trying to not bring attention to her were ruined in a few moment of polite conversation. She didn?t dare lift her head up from her note book as she frantically completed what she thought would be the homework assignment for that evening would be. Without hearing the sweet salvation of the period bell she kept writing, more and more, the next chapter of questions, random doodles, fan fiction ideas she had in her head. She kept scribbling her pencil over the paper in an effort to try and drown out the world around her until she finally felt a hand on her shoulder.

?Hey um class is done Charlie.?

It was Dylan, the last girl left in the room besides her as Charlie finally pulled her head up fully and started to make her way out of the classroom without saying anything to Dylan at all.

The day seemed to grind to a slow halt as her earlier call out in Math class seemed to floating around her. Every moment Charlie looked up and around all she could see were people whispering, laughing and pointing at her. What made it worse was it seemed Dylan had the exact same schedule with her, the usual empty seat at her side now occupied by the new girl whose very sight just made Charlie blush more and more. When lunch finally came it was a welcome relief for Charlie as she ran out of the school and to the bleachers where she usually spent her lunch period.
Charlie was happy to finally be alone when quickly opened her bag, pulling out her sandwich, a bag of carrots, some chips and two juice boxes when she suddenly heard a voice from behind you.

?Hey mind if I join you??

Charlie looked back and saw Dylan making her way across the field as Charlie simply stated ?yeah I don?t mind.?

For a moment the girls ate together but in silence, the only sounds that could be heard were their soft munching and slurps from their drinks. Charlie wasn?t sure what to do, she certainly didn?t want to be rude and Dylan was more than free to sit at the bleachers but Charlie had enjoyed her solitude and was slowly getting annoyed at Dylan.

?Hey Charlie I?m sorry I got you in trouble in Math, it won?t happen again.?

Charlie was taken off guard from the apology as she swallowed a handful of carrots quickly to prevent speaking with her mouth full. ?No worries, I mean, I guess I shouldn?t have cold shouldered you after that.?

Dylan smiled as she said ?it seems we have the same schedule. Are you in art class??
?Yeah, next period, I guess you do too.?

Dylan blushed again as she said ?yeah, I figured you were. I?ve seen you doodle in class. You have a really good style.?

Charlie laughed as she said ?it?s more just ripping off better anime artist.?

?No it?s really good. Want to see some of my stuff??

Charlie nodded as Dylan reached into her bag and pulled out a massive binder filled
with line paper covered in numerous sketches. Pictures of popular super heroes, space alien girls in bikinis, alien monsters with tentacles, the subject material was varied but
Charlie liked what she saw.

?Hey maybe we can work on an art project this year??

Dylan smiled as she said ?yeah that sounds like a good idea.?

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Charlie was slowly getting use to having someone to talk to as the weeks passed by. The two girls were by no means inseparable and while Charlie would often spend time in her usually quiet spots like the bleachers or the copy room to work on the school?s magazine Dylan would find solace in the library where she usually read or studied. Still between classes the two girls could often be seen chatting with one another and they usually worked together on group projects. Slowly Charlie was looking forward to being in school more and more especially Math class where Charlie and Dylan had a chance to chat some when they were given time to work on problems.

After the lesson Charlie tried to initiate a conversation with Dylan but she said it?d have to wait as she was working on some difficult algebra problems. Charlie had already completed the night before so she spent the time to get back to her novel. A few moments passed when a shadow appeared over her book. Charlie looked up, originally perturbed but then smiled when she saw Ox standing beside her.

Oxnard Williams was a line backer for the school?s football team that everyone simply called Ox. While he mostly hung out with the jocks Charlie often caught up with him at the local comic book store as the two enjoyed super hero comics since they were kids. Ox often asked Charlie for help with homework due to concentration issues he had during lectures and lessons. Charlie prided herself on being able to guide Ox through difficult problems as she adjusted her glasses she looked at the algebra problem that Ox had pointed out.

?Well I?m doing this in my head and the answer is right but this isn?t the answer I got when I did it.? Charlie kept scribbling and erasing notes on a piece of paper as Ox looked on.

?Geez I thought I had a handle on this stuff but I guess I just don?t.?

?Now Ox don?t worry we?ll figure this out.?

As Charlie bit on her pencil Dylan walked over popping her head between the two of them.

?I can see the problem!? Dylan proclaimed.

?And what would that be?? asked Charlie with a snide tone in her voice.

?Ox you just copied the question wrong. See, misplaced bracket.?

Ox slapped his face as he said ?oh my god you?re right. I?m such an idiot.?

Dylan smiled as she said ?geez Ox don?t be so hard on yourself. I?m not doing so hot
on these questions. Let?s work together on them, I think Charlie has already finished them.?

Ox nodded as he said ?ye? yeah, you want to get back to your reading right Charlie.

?Oh? yeah I guess, that?s cool.? Charlie returned to her book, the corner of her eye peaking out her peripheral as she watched Ox and Dylan work on math problems.
Lunch quickly came as Charlie and Dylan met up at the bleachers as they had been doing. As they ate there was less chatter than usual. It wasn?t until Charlie finished up most of her lunch when she started to talk to Dylan.

?So what are you doing this weekend?? asked Charlie.

?Oh well, I?m kind of busy.?

?Oh, that sucks. I was going to ask if you wanted to hang at the mall or something.?

?Well Ox wanted to see that new horror movie. I said I?d be game.?

Charlie took a long slurp of her drink as she said ?well he asked me but I?m not really into horror movies.?

?Yeah he mentioned that. Maybe you should still come??

?No thanks, I just may stay home this weekend.?

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Charlie had a hard time sleeping that weekend. Whenever she closed her eyes the same dream kept reoccurring. She watched in horror from the back of the theater as Dylan and Ox got closer and closer while watching the horror movie. Before long they would start making out in front of her. At the moment she would storm out of the theater and wake up, quickly sitting up every time forcing her to go to the bathroom for a glass of water as she tried to forget about what Dylan had told her on Friday.

No matter how hard she tried she kept dreaming the same dream, by Sunday she was exhausted, having a hard time even studying of playing video games. By ten o?clock that evening she was already heading to bed, a move that concerned her parents as she usually spent her time in front of the computer till at least one in the morning.
Charlie crashed onto her bed, clutching her pillow hard as her eyes closed again.
Soon she felt the sticky floor beneath her feet. The snippets of the horror movie she saw in the trailer and on TV flashed in front of her as Ox and Dylan were busy kissing each other in front of her. This time Charlie didn?t wake up though. She stormed over to their row looking down at the two of them. Wordless she slapped Dylan on the cheek grabbing the attention of the blonde. All of the sudden Charlie grabbed two handfuls of curly blonde hair and started to drag Dylan out of the theater. It wasn?t until Dylan?s scream pierced through her ears that Charlie woke up. Her alarm clock indicated that she had slept in by accident.

By the time Charlie made it to school she had already missed her first two periods. Signing in wasn’t a common thing for her to do. In fact she can’t even remember the last time she signed in. What she dreaded most was the fact that she was going to be late getting to Gym class which was next. She raced down to the locker room hoping to see that she had made it in time. While most of the girls were changed and ready by the time she made it Charlie in her haste grabbed a locker and started to strip, her large breasts flopping out, she quickly slide on her baggy t-shirt and loose shorts hoping to not meet the scorn of Mrs. Feist.

Charlie ran outside when she saw the girls already making their way along the cross country trail when Mrs. Feist tapped her pen on her clipboard. “Well this is a first. You’re usually last, not late.”

“So…so…sorry Mrs. Feist” Charlie said, already out of breath from all her running.

“And it looks like you’re not alone. Dylan do you have any explanation why you’re late?”

“Sorry was working with a friend on a Chemistry…”

“Can it girls, extra laps for the two of you now let’s get going.” Mrs. Feist blew her whistle as the two girls started to run.

Dylan and Charlie ran without saying much to each other as they were breathing too heavily and they were constantly under the watchful eye of Mrs. Feist. As the girls started their extra laps they watched their classmates file back into the school and desperately wanted to join them.

Charlie and Dylan jogged at the same pace, literally right beside each other as Charlie looked over at her blonde classmate. She didn’t know why she did it but she started to jog towards her bumping her right shoulder harshly into Dylan’s left.

“Hey!” Dylan exclaimed.

“Accident…” Charlie said breathlessly as she looked ahead. As she did Dylan slammed her shoulder back hard into the brunette.

“Same here….”

Mrs. Feist shook her head as she yelled “come on you two bring it in.”

Dylan and Charlie looked at each other before coming in to see their teacher. “You two are so slow school will be done when you finish these laps.”

“So we get to go?” asked Charlie.

“Hardly, you two need to clean the utility room. Get on it, NOW!”

Charlie and Dylan were obviously upset when they went in, grabbed their bags from their lockers and made their way to the utility room. Still in their gym clothes they started to tidy up the place, stacking mats and putting balls back into their containers before they both agreed they had sufficiently cleaned the place. Since they were well into their lunch period the two girls decided to grab their lunches and eat in the utility room. Munching away quickly they kept their eyes away from each other, remaining silent for the whole time before Charlie finally spoke out.

“So how was your date with Ox?”

Dylan shot a look back at the brunette as she replied with a cool demeanor “it wasn’t a date. You were invited and probably still could’ve come.”

“Well I didn’t want to see that movie.”

“And he did! If you were a better friend you would’ve just went to see it with him. He told me he goes to see a lot of movies with you he doesn’t like.”
Charlie’s eyes started to go wide as she stood up. She remembered her last dream this morning as she looked right at Dylan. “I don’t care what you think what’s going on between us. You… you better just stay away from him is all I’m saying. “

Dylan was physically taken a back from Charlie’s comments. However something in her caused her to do something she wouldn’t normally do and stood up right in front of Charlie. “And what if I said that I wouldn’t but that I kind of like Ox?”

Charlie was surprised by the retort. She didn’t expect Dylan to react this way, but she felt she had already gone too far. “If you don’t stop… I’ll make you stop.”
Dylan’s cheeks were flush with blood and heat as she narrowed her eyes. “Make me then.”

Charlie turned around, looking like she was leaving the room. Her heart was pounding as Dylan yelled out “yeah thought as much.” To her shock though she heard the click that indicated the door had been locked. Charlie turned around and knew she had to go all out. Screaming she rushed towards the blonde grabbing a handful of curly locks.

Dylan refused to be outdone as she copied her brunette foe’s actions. Before long both girls were wrist deep in the other’s hair as they twisted each other’s heads around. Their bodes would crash into the walls and the caged ball containers as they both elicited heaving grunts revealing how much exertion they were both putting into the early fight.

Before long Dylan tired of the hair pulling. Her scalp was on fire but as hard as she pulled Charlie refused to let go. Her right hand let go of the hair grip as Charlie let out an audible sigh of relief. However it was soon replaced with a nasty shriek and the sound of a palm smacking a cheek as Dylan slapped Charlie hard across her face.

Charlie was stunned. She had never been in a fight ever in her life and all of the sudden she was slapped harshly across her face. She figured the threat alone was going to scare Dylan away and now her hands were clutching two handfuls of long blonde hair. Not hoping to be outdone Charlie let go with her own right but instead of going for one big slap she smacked Dylan’s cheek hard over and over. It had been a while since Charlie
last cut her nails and being aware of that she made sure to have her nails catch the blonde’s pale skin.

Dylan tried to right herself as her glasses fell to the ground. She squealed out loud with every slap as she began to retaliate, slapping Charlie back with all she had. Although this morning she would had never thought this would happen Dylan prepared herself for the fight after the initial shoulder bump. She too was inexperienced but she was giving all she had as Charlie’s glasses joined Dylan’s on the floor.

“You fight like a little girl!” screamed Charlie.

“So do you bitch!” Dylan spat back.

Charlie moaned with each slap that hit her and each she delivered as she grabbed the front of Dylan’s t-shirt and pulled it down to keep herself up. She saw the tops of Dylan’s large pale 38 dd and immediately sank her nails into them. Dylan stopped slapping right away as she threw her head back in pain. She grabbed at Charlie’s wrists at first, but quickly realizing she wasn’t getting anywhere with that she started to slap the sides of Charlie’s breasts left and right.

“Fuck let go of me!” Screamed Dylan as she kept her slapping up.

“Bitch screw you!” Charlie responded through grunts before pushing Dylan away.

The two girls paced in a circle for a moment, their eyes fixated on the other before they both came running towards each other. The yelped as their bodies crashed, their lefts going for the other girls hair while their right grabbed the front collars of the other girl’s t-shirt and pulled down to expose the tops of each other’s large breasts. Charlie this time went to claw the pale tops again only for Dylan to respond in kind this time. Charlie looked down and saw the scratches Dylan was leaving with her yellowed dirt speckled nails. As Dylan kept scratching and clawing she groaned out and wanted to crush more of this brunette’s tits. She broke the attack first grabbing the back of Charlie’s collar now and started to try and pull up and off her t-shirt.

“What are you doing?” screamed Charlie as she reached and grabbed Dylan’s t-shirt back. Pulling and tugging at it like two hockey players trying to pull each other’s jerseys over and off until they were both standing there topless. Charlie noticed that Dylan’s pair was just as big as hers. The blonde pale pink nipples were already hard as Charlie didn’t waste time, reaching out and sinking her nails into the saggy pale orbs as Dylan screamed.

“Ahhhhhh you dirty whore!” Dylan hated seeing those jagged talons of Charlie dig into her fair flesh but she was all but ready to return in kind. She swiped at the large dark red nipples of Charlie with her nails before reaching out and squeezing them with all her might. She smiled as she saw tanned breast flesh ooze between her fingers. The expression on Charlie’s face was priceless to her.
“You think I’m scared Dylan? I’ll go further than you cunt!” Charlie though wasn’t sure how far this could go. She’d seen a handful of fights end up like this in the locker room but without people around she was afraid that it might go too far. Still she refused to look weak now after all the threats. Charlie barred her claws and raked right down Dylan’s breasts causing the blonde to cry out. After Charlie reached around her rival, pulling her into her grasp as her hands found Dylan’s back and started to scratch up and down.

Dylan couldn’t believe the pain she was in as Charlie scratched up her back. She felt Charlie’s arms around her as she returned the embrace in kind and the two girls stood in the middle of the utility room scratching each other’s back. They screamed and gasped as each girl slashed, copying each other’s move of targeting the other girl’s back acne as they felt their bodies press hard into the other girl’s body. Charlie moaned when their nipples brushed together as Dylan pushed her breasts hard into her. Charlie fought back smacking her tits hard back into Dylan’s and the two girls started to smack their massive breasts.

“You want my tits just as badly as Ox does” Dylan spat out.

“No way, your saggy udders are disgusting cow” Charlie spat back.

Sweat rolled off every inch of each girl’s body. Charlie watched as a droplet formed on Dylan’s forehead, roll down her face and land on her own breasts. The two girls were in such a tight embrace they rested their heads on each other’s shoulders. Charlie looked down and saw the deep scratches and popped pimples all over Dylan’s alabaster back. She didn’t doubt for a moment that her back was in the same condition. Where Dylan held Charlie she could feel the bristly under arm hair of her blonde opponent dig into her sweaty skin. Charlie fought back, grinding her arms and pits into her opponent as it elicited a soft groan of discomfort from Dylan.
Dylan was disgusted with every moment of this fight. She hated how Charlie’s breasts felt against hers, the two sets of soft pillowy flesh now mashing into weird shapes. She looked down only to see what resembled a pale and tan lava lamp. She tried to look up but felt Charlie’s forehead against hers as the two girls relentlessly continued to scratch each other. Their dirty yellow claws now working on each other’s sides as Dylan and Charlie leaned into each other. Face to face they were forced to look into each other’s eyes as they shrieked from the feeling of jagged nails being raked down the others sides. Their bellies were pressed so tight the slight folds of their fat seemed to interlock with one another.

Both girls could feel the air get heavy all around them as it seemed their own perspiration was evaporating and turning the world around them into a thick heavy haze they had to fight in. Their heavy breaths from their fatigue mixed between their mouths as they felt the moisture reform and cling to their greasy faces. Dylan’s nose twitched from the scent of pickles and mustard on Charlie’s breath. Charlie’s eyes own blinked and her
nostrils flared from the smell of tuna fish coming off of Dylan’s breath.

“Oh god you stink like vinegar” shouted Charlie.

“Better than smelling like old cheese Charlie” Dylan screamed back.

The two girls seemed reinvigorated by the verbal sparring. Soon Charlie stopped her tired slow scratches and began to slap at Dylan’s body with wild abandon. She screamed as she sent slap after slap against the flabby skin of her blonde opponent. Dylan soon began to counter, aiming for the sides of Charlie’s breasts as she heaved in front of Charlie.

“Fuck you’re gross Dylan” Charlie said with absolute disdain.

“You want to see gross Bitch?” Charlie heaved and horked as she spat phlegm all over Charlie’s face.

This act sent Charlie off as she grabbed Dylan’s shoulders and shoved her hard into the wall. The blonde squealed as Charlie began to slap with all her might. Dylan had her hands up no longer using them to attack but for the first time to try and block as Charlie alternated her assault, switching from slapping the blonde’s face to her breasts and belly. Scratches appeared all over the fair skin of Dylan as Charlie refused to let up.
“You want to spit bitch? I’ll show you how to spit!” Charlie started to hork back, holding onto Dylan’s chin as she let loose a wad of phlegm right into Dylan’s eye. She used her other hand to smear the disgusting bodily fluid over the girl’s face as she screamed.

Dylan however was already thinking a step ahead. No longer being slapped she grabbed the front of Charlie’s shorts, pulling them down and towards her as she slipped her hand inside the girl’s bottoms. She felt a large bush of bristly pubic hair which she began to squeeze, grab and dig her nails into.

Right away Charlie howled in pain as Dylan slammed her face into Charlie’s, smearing her earlier spit all over the brunette’s face.

“Let’s slap bitch if that’s how you want it!” screamed Dylan as she pushed herself off the wall and shoved Charlie against the door. Slapping her face and breasts with one hand as the other hand clawed at Charlie’s hairy pussy.

Charlie refused to be outdone by this blonde bitch as she grabbed the front of Dylan’s shorts and pulled them up, giving her a front wedgie which reminded the blonde of the rear ones she got in grade school. Dylan was forced onto her tip toes as Charlie continued to endure a flurry of slaps until she finally pushed into Dylan and sent both girls crashing onto the floor.

Right away the girls rolled to their sides facing each other, each trying to get up while keeping the other down. Hair was grabbed again as the girls struggled with one another on the floor. Not able to get up Charlie started to pull Dylan’s shorts down. Reaching between the blonde’s thighs she reached and grabbed into the forest of dirty blonde pubic hair and stick her nails into Dylan’s Pubic mound.

Dylan howled as she started to pull down the brunette’s shorts back. Soon both girls were on their sides, shorts down to their ankles as Dylan reached for that mass of black fur again and started to twist it disturbingly with her grip. Both girls cried and moaned as they scratched pussy lips and tore out handfuls of pubic hair. They made sure to take a moment to throw their clumps in the other girl’s face which stuck to them as they went back and were surprised to find another waiting handful.

Both girls were now sobbing uncontrollably as they tortured their most tender of spots. Charlie grit her teeth as she felt the finger nails of Dylan sink into her wet hot pussy lips. Dylan almost screamed bloody murder when Charlie’s free hand found her breast again and started to scratch it up terribly. Both girls now added a breast claw to their crotch grab as they tested the limit of pain each could endure. It wasn’t long until the girls started to bang and slap their bodies together to try and gain some sort of advantage. The sound of wet flesh slapping together echoed in the room as busty breasts and round bellies slapped and oozed out in a manner that seemed inhuman.

Charlie was panting heavily as she felt Dylan slap her body into hers harder. In a moment of fatigue beating will the blonde crashed into the brunette, rolling on top of her foe as she simply laid there. The two girls were beat, their breasts heaved into the other girls as all they did was grind against each other, the sweaty skin and body rubbing creating a nasty heat rash on both girls fronts as Dylan refused to get off of Charlie.

“Get off me you fat pig!” screamed Charlie

“Look who’s talking you beast!”

They stayed that way for a moment, a momentary scratch, an errant slap, even a few bites in their desperation were traded between the two girls until Charlie finally closed her eyes.

“Come on Dylan get off. I don’t want to fight anymore…”

“Really? You seem to be the one who started all of th…”

“JUST GET OFF I’M DONE YOU WIN!”

Dylan finally rolled off of Charlie as she slumped against the wall. She took a futile moment to massage the pain out of her sides and breasts as she looked down at the brunette on the floor. Dylan took a moment to pull her shorts up and grab her glasses and t-shirt as Charlie laid there sobbing.

“… don’t talk to me Charlie” Dylan said as she looked down at the brunettebefore exiting the utility room.

Thanks new writer - your own unique kink of story.

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Very attentive to details, you were a perfect eye-witness of an excellent little catfight, and shared it with us. Thanks!

I hope you keep watching those kids, because I think Charlie will get her wits back - may be after some petting in the last row of the theatre with Ox, the bull boy... - and try to scratch the eyes out of her rival behind the bushes in the theatre's parking lot. Just a hint...

Very nice detailed descriptions; love to read more please! :-)

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Jessie

Thank you for the truly wonderful story.

Nice story. I really liked it.