Eva and Dave

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...

Part 2


They circle each other warily like to predators in the forest. The Bedroom is large with a Queen sized bed under the window a dresser, desk and chair. One corner of the room has been cleared to allow Dave to work out.

He lunges at Eva and they lock up together Collar and Elbow in a classic wrestling move, testing each other's strength.

Dave feels an electric thrill run through his body as soon as contact is made. The whole outside world vanishes as he focuses on her. If anything the buldge in his pants begins to grow.

Eva's muscles bulge bare beneath the sleeveless top, eyes narrowing as she locks them with Dave's. Her ankles dig into the carpet, socked feet anchoring themselves. She knows he's tough; she's seen him working out. But his strength takes her back a little and she has to dig in her feet and tense her thighs to keep up with him. But what she lacks in strength, she makes up for in speed, and she knows it.

She shoves a bit, knocking him back and separating the arm-throat-lock. She smirks at him and wrings one hand before curling both of them into fists. "You'd better be ready f'this..." she says, before darting forward, one hand lashing out into his gut in an attempt to wind him.

He takes the punch on his abbs with a grunt, and lashes out with a punch of his own. But she dances back and he only grazes her, they circle again exchanging punches to their abbs. Evas speed lets her land 2 good punches for every one of Daves.

"My God she's fast" thinks dave to himself " and she hits like a truck."

He manages to walk her around the room finally manuvering her into a corner where he can come to grips with her. The two of them stand in the corner firing shots like cannons off at each other.

"This is one tough chick" thinks Dave.

Eva's thoughts are along the same lines as Dave's, except in regards to his strength. Every time she lifts an arm or shoulder to block one of his punches, she can FEEL her skin bruise under the force of his actions, and it jolts her back a little. Her bare thighs tense and tighten, anchoring her to the floor. ~Shit,~ she thinks, lifting her upper arm and catching one of his punches, allowing it to brush off and graze her cheek rather than knocking her out entirely. ~Get out of the CORNER, Frank, fuck...~

Adrenaline is pumping, and she barely feels the punch as it lands, until she realizes it's knocked her back hard against the wall. Her left eye is already starting to swell as she grapples with the paint, pushing herself back into an upright stance. Her head is spinning and she shakes it, hard. "Bitch," she hisses, but she's grinning, and she uses the wall to push herself forward, tangling her fingers in his hair and using the forward-force to shove him back toward the dresser.

Dave stumbles back surprised by the hellcat jumping on him. He hits the dresser hard and has the breath knocked out of him. The momentary distraction allows Eva to gain the upper hand, she pins him to the dresser one hand in his hair the other firing off vicious shots to the side of his head.

In a desperate move he grabs her lifting her completely off her feet, and slams them both into the carpetd floor, causing Eva to release her hold on his hair. He rolls away trying to collect his thoughts. Again her speed shocks him and she's ontop of him as he's getting back to his feet.

"Holy fuck" thinks Dave. "Do something man now."

He moves around and stumbles near the bed, when Eva moves in for the kill he half throws, half slides her over the bed into the far wall. He manages to take advantage of the lul to make it back to his feet leaning heavily against the wall chuckling at Eva as she frees herself from the tangle of sheets.

Eva rips the sheets away from herself, glaring at him. Her muscles are starting to ache - the sharp yet dull throb of pain, and she licks her lips as the adrenaline gives her the boost of energy she needs to half-bounce toward the end of the bed and propel herself off of it. She slams into him, butting her head hard into his jaw and knocking his head back, following through with the motion to drive him stumbling back with a yell of rage.

~Piece of shit... that's right... fucking take it.~

Her hand tightens, as if to go for the bulge at the front of his pants, but she remembers their rules. Fucking rules. Fuck. There's nothing she'd like more right now than to grab his cock and twist it HARD in a one-eighty. Instead, she grabs at him, nails ripping into the bare skin of his chest as she lifts a knee to slam into his hip.

Eva's head slams into him hard causing him to bite his tongue. The amusement is gone from Dave now as her nails rip a furrow across his chest, and blood begins to well up. He barely even feels the knee as he growls "Fucking Bitch!" he reaches over her and grabs her shirt pulling it over her head he takes several more hard knees. and a blind punch to his jaw that blurs his vision for a moment. But he ties up her arms.

He fires off several cannons into her side. as he tries to reclaim control of this fight.

Eva's arms are locked above her head, though she doesn't put it past him to pull a bitch pussy cheat move like that. Well, two can play at that game. She fights her way out of her shirt, not really caring that it leaves her in her bra, and as she charges at him with an ache in her side from the bruising punches she pushes her arms out to wrap the tee-shirt around his eyes, temporarily blinding him.

She feels like she's still breathless from the attacks to her side, but she uses the opportunity to take another swing at his jaw before ducking around behind him so she can kick the backs of his knees, aiming to floor him again. "Fucking pervert..."

Evas kick catches him off gaurd as he's momentarily distracted, he stumbles going down. He reaches out to try and Drag Eva with him he snags her bra pulling her down with him. Eva goes rolling to the side, while Dave is left holding her bra. As Eva gets to her knees Daves eyes are focused on her now bare breasts. He barely manages to react as Eva dives on him.

The two foes proceed to roll about the floor punching and kicking at each other at every oppurtunity, their legs tangle together and their groins are pressed together. Dave is now sporting a massive hardon and his brain is on fire, on one side the feel of Evas nipples sliding across his chest, and her groin rubbing against his is driving him wild, and yet he still wants put this wild bitch in her place.

And he's not the only one who notices. Dave is so painfully hard when he rolls on top of her that his groin, coupled with the feeling of his weight pinning her to the ground, drives her wild and she gives an animal snarl, bucking her hips up into his. Her bare thighs wrap tightly around his waist, squeezing him, as she fights to slip on top of him, slamming both hands into his pecs to crack his head down against the carpet.

Her breasts hang between them, dappled with a few beads of sweat, nipples rock hard from the arousal of the tussle. She's never, ever really gotten off sexually on fighting before - at least, not to her knowledge. Nothing but adrenaline. Her hips flex against him reflexively as she grabs a handful of hair and snaps a quick, sharp fist across his face, splitting his lip and drawing both - from the wound, but possibly from his gums too.

Dave is losing his mind he wants to destroy this woman, and fuck her into insensibility at the same time. He's never been so turned on in his life, every time her nipples drag across his chest, it's like lines of fire.

He fires a shot back landing on the side of her jaw. He grabs hold of her hair and pulls her to the side. locked together groin to groin and chest to chest. The feel of her long legs sliding wrestling with his own drives him insane. He begins to thrust against her, holding onto her hair he fires shots with his free hand into her side.

His eyes catch hers and are fired by a mixture of hate and lust.

One shot catches her nose and she isn't sure if she feels something break or not, but she tastes blood at the back of her throat and feels it on her upper lip. "Fuck!" she spits out, blocking as many as she can. Pain and pleasure mix together, and she sort of... melts into the pain, allowing it to tighten her muscles. The thrusting is distracting and she's aching inside, wanting - needing - something to fuck her. She fights back a groan and it comes out instead as a growl, knocking his fist away and jerking her head back to avoid a punch.

"I wouldn't normally do this... not a believer of hitting ANIMALS..." she snarls with a half-grin, licking blood from her upper lip and raking her nails against his chest again, tearing the skin. Wakes of red are left in streaks across the tan skin. Her breasts crush into his chest as she leans in for another punch, smearing the blood.

Every muscle in Dave's body is aching he doesn't know how long he's been fighting this incredible woman, he's prety sure that at least one tooth has been lost and his body is probably going to be nothing but a single bruise tommorrow. But he's never felt more alive. When she grins at him he realizes that she is enjoying this every bit as much as he is.

He needs a bit of a rest he grabs at her hands holding them imobile as he manages to roll on top of her. He growls a response to his taunt.

"Fuck you Eva" he snarls "Your the fucking animal, I can keep this up all night"

Eva's muscles strain and bulge against his weight as she fights to free her hands from his grip, but it's like a vise. She snarls like a trapped feline and thrashes her head and legs, trying to buck her hips up, even tossing her head to try and butt him. Her eyes burn into his, cold and icy and enough to freeze a person in their tracks, and her bloodied lips crack open.

Part 3


"Let. Go."

He glares down at her. It's amazing that the room doesn't ignite into flame with the heat these two are putting off. Dave is breathing heavily there's blood dripping onto her from a cut above one eye.

"How about we take a little break, clean up, and then we can go at it again? he offers.

Hip blood splatters her cheek, just a few droplets. Her eyes are so cold and they narrow at his suggestion, the fire in her telling her to finish it now, now, NOW. Her muscles are shaking, trembling, with adrenaline, and her mind is a riot. She wrestles back a shudder.

"Why?" she manages, and she slides her tongue out to taste the blood he's dripping on her cheek, not breaking eye contact for one millisecond. "Can't handle the pressure?" She bucks her hips up to make her point clear, motioning toward the problem in his pants.

Dave thrusts back which proceeds a contest where the two dry hump for a few minutes. One more battlefront to open up between them, but it doesn't last long which is good since Dave is almost ready to blow his load.

"Hey we can keep going, but I don't want blood on the carpet, we can move this someplace where there are going to be less stains to clean up."

The dry humping causes Eva to chew her lip hard. God, it aches. She openes her eyes all the way when he speaks again and snorts, tugging at her wrists once more as if hoping he's let up. She may be faster, but he has the strength.

"Worried mommy and daddy will be pissed off?"

Dave snorts "Yeah I notice that it's my floor getting covered in blood, and I'm betting your not going to pay to get it cleaned."

The truth be told Dave isn't sure what to do next, he has her imobolized but he knows soon as he lets her go, she'll go on the offence again. And as much as he wants to finish her he recognizes the stalemate that they've fought themselves into.

The silence hangs in the air. Awkward, and bursting at the seams. Eva's chest rises and falls with each breath, breasts smudged with blood. Nipples hard. She breathes slowly, watching him, her biceps tight in anticipation with him letting her go.

Finally, she licks her lips and talks.

"Or you could deal with the fucking problem you've caused."

Dave gently rubs his groin against her, he takes the chance and lets go with one of his hands he's now trying to hold her wrists with only one hand. He slowly traces his hand down her arm, to cup her breast rubbing the hardened nipple between his fingers.

His voice is husky with desire "Ohh I don't think I'm the only one to blame for this." he replies playing with her nipple.

Eva wrestles back another moan. Fuck. Her muscles strain again, yanking hard at his grip. The touch sends electricity rattling through her nerve endings and she manages to squirm one thin hand out from beneath his larger ones. It shoots down between his thighs, which still straddle her hips, and squeezes firmly. He's... big, and she thought those rumours were just fucking rumours. She swallows.

"You're the one who ripped my fucking bra off," she snorts, sitting up as much as she can.

Evas hand on his member is like electricity he slowly gets off of her not breaking contact hte hand on her breast, slides down to between her legs and grasps her inner thigh, running his had up to rub between her legs, unbottoning her shorts.

He barks out a short laugh "I was trying to take off your head, " he says "I take it we have a truce untill other things are taken care of?" he asks.

"Maybe," she says with an evil grin. The button on her shorts pops open and she keeps smirking at him. "I might hit you when you're all distracted."

Her legs part a little and she sits up, wiping blood from her lip. She watches him. Between her legs, ha, like a good boy. She gives a moan, deliberately, to coerce him. "How long have you wanted to fuck me for? S'this what you were planning on?"

Not entirely trusting her Dave slides off her shorts and panties sliding them down her long barelegs running his hands over her. "Are you kidding this is the last thing I ever thought I would do."

He losens his own jeans pulling them off but keeping his eyes on her partially because he's still doesn't completely trust her not to attack, and partially because she's the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life. Blood drying on her chin a bruise under one eye, her hair plastered with sweat and bruises starting to show all over her.

He knows that he must look much the same but he's drawn to those eyes still burning just as hot.

"I would of thought it more likely to be burying you, then fucking you." he says as he slides his pants off his member is fully extended and swollen.

Eva raises an eyebrow. "No fucking skids? That's just gross, dude." But she's grinning, which shows it's most likely a joke, her own underwear choice being a black thong that sort of matches but doesn't quite the hot pink bra. She doesn't protest him stripping her shorts down and looks him over shamelessly.

"Very nice, though. I can see Jennifer Conner wasn't exaggerating like we all thought she was."

Dave grins back "Your pretty fucking hot yourself." he looks her over hungrily. " I mean I always new you were hot, but fuck!!" he says with feeling "I've got to say your not the first woman I've ever fought, and I usually get a bit of a boner, but your fucking ridiculous."

He gets to his feet and extends his hand down to her. "This is just a temporary truce though, I still want to fight you more later." he says. "There is still way to much between us"

Eva snorts, and accepts his hand. It's coarse and calloused, and she lets her softer fingers slide away from his as she stands in the middle of his room in nothing but her thong.

"Temporary truce I can deal with," she says. "Don't mean I'm not gonna laugh when you start begging my name."

She pushes both hands out and shoves him hard, backward onto the bed. She crawls on top of him, sliding her thighs over his waist. His cock is hard and presses insistantly against her as she leans down over him, kissing him with bruising force.

Dave didn't think he could get more turned on but somehow he pulls her thong down sliding it off untill Eva can kick it off out of the way. He gabs her hair and pulls her harder against him his tongue grapples with hers as rolls her over. His hand cupping her breast playing with her hard nipples. He lifts his head as he positions himself to enter her.

He grins down at her. "We'll see who is begging who, the fight is far from over." he says as he slides within her. "This is just an intermission."

Eva can't help herself; she's aching too much. Her eyes roll up into her head and she groans darkly, deeply, as he slides into her. Her faces screws up a little and she tightens; he's a bit too big, and she hisses and digs her nails HARD into his biceps.

"Better be one fucking HELL of a halftime show," she manages, slowly drawing herself back away from him before sinking back up onto him.

Dave wakes up the next morning confused and in pain, for a moment he's not sure what happened then he sees the naked woman curled up with him, and looks around at the wrekage of his room.

"'Holy Shit" he thinks to himself "It wasn't a dream I actually fought Eva Grifiths to a standstill and then fucked her brains out, or she did it to me" Dave isn't completely sure.

He is sure that he is in pain and yet strangely satisfied. He moans out an exhausted "Owwwww"

The noise stirs Eva and she groans, squeezing her eyes shut. Her hand feels around blindly for the blankets, cold and naked in the morning air of the room. It's then that her hand falls on something hard and smooth that feels a lot like skin; her eyes inch open in confusion and she finds herself groping a thigh...

Oh, fuck. She sits bolt upright - instantly regretting it when her neck snaps into place, her entire body hurting. Was she hit by a fucking TRAIN!? Then she looks sideways, looks at Dave, and there's no mistaking the soreness inside of her. Oh, fuck.

"... Shit."

"Yeah you can say that again."says Dave with a tired smile. He sits up beside her and leans against the backboard of the bed.

"I hope your in as much pain as I am" he says "So we really went at it did'nt we." He asks.

"Not half." Eva groans as she reaches behind herself to push her back into alignment, or at least that's what she feels like she's doing. Oh, fuck. He hadn't worn a condom, had he? She makes a mental note to swing by the clinic for a morning after pill.

"Apparently. And to think I was inches from kicking your ass when you couldn't resist me anymore and insisted on fucking me raw." She grins at him, a pointed signal that, yes, she knows she's 'exaggerating' and exactly who is to blame.

"Yeah as if you were winning" he snorts and leans back against the headboard exhausted. He closes his eyes as he tongues the lose tooth in his mouth. He realizes that he's going to have to make a dentist appointment now.

"How about for the sake of diplomacy" he suggests "We call last night a draw. He opens his eyes and looks at her. "That was the hardest fight I've ever been in Eva, and the most mind blowing sex ever."

A more serious look comes over him and he asks her "So what happens next? Where does this leave us?"

Right, because HE'S the diplomatic one. "I dunno. Everyone's gonna ask us what happened."

Shrugs "We could always tell them the truth."

"That we drew and fucked? Hell, no."

"Then we're going to have to finish it."

"Right now? Well before you fuck me up even more, I need to get down the clinic because someone was too fucking lazy to wrap his dick."

Dave looks a little embarressed "Yeah sorry about that I was kinda distracted. So what do you suggest."

Eva laughs. Wow, he DOES have a human side. Fuck. "Don't worry about it, I'm fucking with you. It's not the first time." Oh shit, why did she say that? Way to look like a whore. "Well, we can finish it once these bruises have healed. Call this one a mulligan?"

Dave nods "Sure... do you think it's weird that I really want to fight you again?"

Eva looks at him seriously. "No. If it's as good as last time, hell, I wanna fight YOU again."

Dave reckognizes the challenge and his heart beats a little faster "Good and soon Eva soon."

No shit. it won't take long to heal this up." There's something awkward there. What the fuck does she say next? "Well. I guess. It was good beating the shit out of you, then."

Laughs "Your still a bitch Eva." he leans forward and kisses you gently. He whispers in your ear "Next time we go to the end.

Eva smirks, grabbing his lower lip between her teeth before he can pull too far away and letting her eyes meet his before letting go. "Damn straight we do. And you're still an obnoxious dick." ~But,~ she thinks, with a disturbing feeling of fondness, ~with a kind of romantic centre that's really fucking confusing me.~

He grins and fondles her breast "You know if your going to the clinic anyways..."

She slaps his hand away, reaching over the bed for her thong. "Don't push your luck, Peters," she says grinning.

Excellent. Have you written before?

Nice. Good story. Hope to see more.

Thank you for the compliments, and no I've never posted here before except for the odd comment once and again. I decided to stop being a lurker, there will be a sequel coming.