I couldn't believe that I had finally gotten Mark to arrange it and agree. My car sped up the mountain road towards his parent's vacation home as fast as I could safely go. My heart was pounding with adrenaline and anticipation, fueled by the realization that I would finally have it out with my nemesis: Kara Reid. We hated each other for as long as we had known each other, had competed at everything, had almost come to blows on four separate occasions and now the time had come.
Kara and I had graduated high school two years earlier and had gone our separate ways, her to one of the top schools in the country, me to another. We had both graduated in the top 10 of our class and had split the vote for prom queen so that another girl ended up beating us both. I had dated Mark in 10th grade, she had dated him in 11th and we had fought over him during senior year. Everyone knew that he was enjoying both of us and playing each of us against the other. When we had come back for summers between college, we had both continued to have our relationship with Mark, each pretending to be better than the other. Now we would find out. Interestingly, Kara and I looked very similar. We were both fairly tall--I am 5'7 and she's 5' 8" we both weigh in the 130 lb range. I have slightly longer hair, but we both are wavy brunette's with olive skin and blue eyes. Most people think we could be sisters. I am a 36DD and Kara's a 38DD in the bust area.
The funny thing about our feud was that both Kara and I were fighters--we both came from big families--I was the youngest of 5 girls and she was the youngest of seven children--5 girls and two boys. This family dynamic had made us very tough and we had each had several fights throughout middle and high school--and both of us had never lost. So it was expected that at some point, we would have it out with one another, but somehow it never did. That is, until today. I smiled broadly as I turned into the driveway of the big A-frame house. Mark was already there and I was fairly certain that Kara was too, although her car wasn't anywhere that I could see. I rang the bell and Mark met me at the door.
"Can you pull your car into the garage? " he asked, kissing me hello. "I don't want any of my parent's neighbors to drive by and see more than 1 car here--they would call my parents. "
I did that and found Kara's car in the garage. I honestly contemplated keying it. I held back though and walked back up to the front door, where Mark welcomed me in. Kara and I had both agreed--this was a fight--no rules, no interruptions, until one of us asks for it or can't go on. Mark had played a long shot and oddly we had both agreed--he had put in a stipulation for arranging this--that we did it au naturel--i.e. completely naked. I was worried about this, since I had big boobs and wasn't sure what it would be like to fight without a bra on, but knew that Kara had the same issue.
When I walked into Mark's parent's house, I was impressed to see that it was set up already--the massive living room was completely empty except for the carpeting. Mark would have a seat in the kitchen, behind the counter, where he could easily watch the entire thing go down. Kara seemed to have had the same idea I had--we had agreed to no jewelry. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and she had made herself up to the hilt--she wanted to impress her ex boyfriend. I couldn't say much since I had done the same. Her lipstick was bright red as were her nails, which were very long.
My lips were painted a much darker brown/maroon and my nails were bright blue.
"Hello, Margo." she almost hissed.
"Hello, Kara." I sneered back.
"Okay," Mark interceded, knowing that any other conversation was just going to deteriorate. "Why don't we just start? Get undressed and start?"
That's what happened. We took our clothes off. I have a tattoo of a rose with a lightning bolt through it on my hip, and Kara has a weird design above her pubic bone--she also was completely shaved whereas I have a narrow "landing strip". Otherwise, we were both firm, with a vague outline of abs under our very thin stomachs and the only other stark difference was that she had enormous areolae and mine are about the size of quarters. The minute we were both undressed, we unleashed years of pent up anger on each other.
10 seconds in, and I was getting my ass kicked.
to be continued...
