Tara vs. Kim, by Fan of Fit




Canadian vs. American. Ivy league vs. Big Ten. Ice Hockey vs. Soccer. It had
come down to this. The two girls both pulled down the same salary from a
prestigious NYC consulting firm. They both had the hots for me! There was not
anything too special looking about me either, at least not for two girls like
these to come to blows over. It was a weekend away and what was done outside
of Manhattan stayed outside of Manhattan. Kim was a sweet girl, about 5'6,
probably 150 lbs, with some spare weight but overall still athletic from her
soccer day. She had large tits that were sometimes supported by a sports bra
she wore. She was dark haired and olive skinned. She was from West Virginia.
Tara on the other hand was Canadian and looked a lot like her fellow Canadian,
Evaneline Lilly, though taller. She was 5'7 and about 135 lbs, though she
looked like she weighed less than she actually did. She was lean, and she
would wear form fitting pants at the office that showed off her incredibly
pert ass! 'Umm ... especially when she was walking quickly.' They had both
been flirting and I had been reciprocating, and they were really natural
competitors both of them. How lucky for me that the fight broke out during
memorial day weekend in Southampton while we all were vacationing together. No
cops. No bystanaders. Just a bunch of overpaid, oversexed, 20 something
professionals.

It started when Kim came back from her beach run. She had clearly not been
running long nor broken much of a sweat. One of her friends, Stephen, whom Kim
adored, remarked that they should run together next time, cause she needed a
little motivation to break a sweat. This caused Tara who was near- bye to
chuckle. Now Kim was not bothered so much by Stephen because he really did
like her, and also he was funnily awkward sometimes. However it incited Kim
that Tara had noticed. Later when Tara was swimming in the water Kim used her
towel to dry up and left it wet and damp on the sand. Tara did not like this.

"Why don't you use your own towel?"

"This is mine. You never brought one down here." Kim replied (and loud enough
so that others were sure to hear.)

"You are full of it. You have been at me all weekend, and I never did anything
to you."

"So what. Maybe I just don't like you." And then Kim made a face and stuck her
tongue out.

It was pretty hysterical. I clearly had my eyes on Tara at this point. Kim was
an aggressive girl! And kinda scary! They started getting up in each other's
faces and it could have been ugly just then, but fortunately cooler heads
prevailed. My friend Kevin appeared. "Whoa ladies! No fighting here. I propose
we settle your differences with a contest."

"What do you mean?" Said the suddenly intrigued Tara.

"You know. Instead of a fight we have a few physical competitions. You can
even choose which ones. I think its just a good way to get rid of this pent-up
aggressive energy, and whoever wins has to leave the other alone except to
fill her drink requests!"

"Yeah right she'll probably poison me!" said Tara.

"I'm in girl! Are you?" said the now confident Kim. "Of course." Tara
responded.

"Ok I'll pick the first contest." Kevin said. "And I pick swimming. Whoever
wins gets to pick the next contest, and whoever wins that gets to pick the
contest that follows. And its best of five. So you see that flag that marks
the sandbar? Whoever touches that flag and gets it back here first wins round
1."

They lined up. Tara in her two piece and Kim in her one piece.

"Go!" Kevin shouted. And they went.

Tara made it to the water first, but it was Kim that was able to make it
through the surf easier. Maybe it was her larger body weight giving her more
momentum to break through some of the waves. Anyway, she also was proving to
be a better swimmer. This was possible I think because she had a little more
buoyancy. I don't think Tara was as experienced a swimmer either and Kim made
it back with plenty of time and beat Tara by 30 seconds. When Tara made it
back though she was not breathing hard at all though Kim was still catching
her breathe.

"Ok Kimmie, you pick the next one" said a smiling Stephen.

"Arm Wrestling" she said loudly, but clearly directed to Tara.

Big mistake. Tara was lean but very pert and sexy. Guys would notice her arms
and that they were bifurcated sometimes after a workout. Even through sweaters
and tight fitting shirts guys could watch the long feminine muscles dance to
the motion of her arms in movement. Kim was obviously unaware how beautiful
and hot Tara's arms were. Kim's in contrast were larger but with no
definition, even when flexed. Kim, I think, thought that underneath her flab
there was plenty enough muscle to beat Tara; she was wrong.

"You know I've been practicing yoga ever since I've been done with ice hockey"
Tara stated.

Kim scoffed back at her in arrogance.

They set hands together on a plastic cooler and then started. Tara's arms
immediately bifurcated, and beautiful female muscle spanned all the way from
her elbow crease to her shoulder. Her whole arm was bronzed and lean and a
single vein was visible from her elbow to her wrist. Kim's arms were shorter
by contrast so she was already at a disadvantage, but also her arms were much
rounder and softer. The height difference between the peak of her bicep and
the bottom part of her arm was now roughly the same length as Tara's. It would
never have been evident if their arms were not flexed and side by side. Kim's
arm seemed to have no muscle definition close to the joints as Tara did
either. Tara noticed that Kim was not breathing regularly. She would take a
deep breathe and then hold it as she tried to outmuscle Tara. 30 seconds into
the match their arms were relatively equal, but Kim's was shaking more and
Tara was breathing steadily. Tara knew it was best to keep Kim struggling and
thinking she was "in the match" for as long as possible. So she started
chatting to her.

"You know I guess you're not as strong as you look. I've always thought you
were just a big girl, not all that tough." Uhgh ... Tara grunted.

"Bitch" Kim barely got it out before she took a huge gulp of air. Kim strained
and with her big gulp attempted to push Tara's arm over. Tara gave up a little
but was watching for Kim to take her next breathe. When Kim was strained out
and out of breathe she went to take a deep gulp and Tara made her big move.

She slowly started pushing kim's arm down to the cooler top while Kim resisted
to no avail. "Yoga. . . Bitch. . .Try it sometime instead of the treadmill."
About half way down she was held for about ten second before she slammed her
down. Tara jumped up and down. "Yaaaaaay!"

Kim was left holding her right arm and sitting on her big butt on the beach.

"So I ... " Tara deadpanned, "get to pick the next obstacle, and I choose a
sprint."

Kim glared back, knowing their was no way she could win.

The girls drank a little water and toweled off their sand and then lined up.

Stephen looked at the two, (I was watching Tara) and said "First one to touch
the rocks and get back is the winner. Ready, set, Go!"

They were off. They came running towards us and Tara was immediately in the
lead. Her high perky breasts bounced very fluidly with her strides, and her
abdomen was stretched and nothing hung loose. Her whole body was marvelously
interconnected, and she ran with the grace and corporal unity of a gazelle.
Kim on the other hand was off balance, her large tits swinging in extreme
directions at uneven intervals. Her legs were much larger and softer than
Tara's and her butt had a good size trunk. This was an easy win for Tara but
she did not let up. She ran by me very fast ( thank goodness for I had a
visible erection!) and I watched her back and bum. Her butt was so firm and
high and compact and her hamstring and calve muscles were long and taut all up
and down her back legs. It was amazing to think that the same legs and butt
that could propel a woman to victory over another woman, gave her the same
power to be a sex dynamo. The legs and abs and butt could power her body
endlessly through the night and never lose their rhythm. Just the constant
violent pounding of flesh and bone meeting flesh and bone, hastened unto the
disruptive explosion of orgasm.

The smooth muscled yogini abs, legs, and butt that moved Tara in the sprint
also hinted at a strong sexual core. The muscles that allow a man to hold his
urges have the same role in women, but in women they can also play another
role. A strong sexual core allows a woman to literally squeeze, and hold in
its grasp, an erect penis, creating an enormously strong sensation for the
man. Tara Rock's body was so well developed from her yoga that her sexual core
muscles I imagine could contract and squeeze out every last drop of lust from
a man. She won the race easily and crossed the line a winner while Kim walked
the last 1/3rd. Dejected, Kim wondered what test Tara would pick next.

"Plank test!" Tara yelled.

'Oh yes.' I was unconsciously rubbing myself at this point. Tara must have
known plenty of guys were watching and she was determined to show off her best
features. The plank is used by trainers to test the core muscles. It tests the
back, obliques, outer abs of course, and also the inner abs and various
muscles that support the organs and provide utility of motion between upper
and lower body. Kim was actually smiling at this point. Even though she
carried extra weight around her core she was confident in her abs. Four years
of varsity soccer and she had developed a good core. She had also taken
numerous jabs and elbows to the stomach during play, so she had done many
sit-ups to guard herself during those years. Today, 1 year removed, she was a
little heftier from beer parties and the manhattan 1st year lifestyle, but
generally in good shape. The girls went down onto all fours facing each other
and about 2 ft apart in the sand. They dug their forearms into the sand and
positioned their feet behind them.

"Ok first one to hit the sand loses. Ready set go!" Stephen fired off.

The nature of plank is that the better form you have the easier the test is.
Tara had great form. Her extended legs glistened above the sand. Shadows cut
cleanly along her toned muscle. 'Sweet, gorgeous, lean legs with not a hint of
cellulite.' Her feet were touching and her gently sloped calf muscles touched
each other generously for at least six inches along the lower leg. The upper
legs were like straight rods too. The inner hamstrings touched each other from
the knee all the way to her perfectly tight ass. Many fat girls (and men)
complain about their leg room in the seat of their pants. What they are of
course saying is that their inner legs lack muscle tone and the fat that's
there is unwieldy. Tara's legs were smooth and lean. Her four years on the ice
hockey team as a forward had given her amazing legs. Ice skating requires
constant effort from the stabilizer muscles just to keep a person from
falling. Lean legs like these have another noticeable feature; the ratio of
thigh size to calf size is low. To play an attack position at a competitive
level in the sport of Ice Hockey requires immense strength and control in the
legs all over, especially the calves. I contrasted her legs with Kim, whose
cellulite was somewhat distracting. Still Kim had ok legs, good enough for
many men if they were to see her, but they were not Tara's and they could not
extend as straight, and the thigh to calf ratio was clearly larger.

Their abs and back were the key though and would determin the winner. Kim was
starting to breathe heavier. For one thing, her large tits were straining her,
but more importantly her 15lbs of back and belly fat were doing damage. Its
tough for a bigger person to breathe in plank position because the extra
weight increases the effect of gravity on the ribcage and makes it hard for a
person to exhale. Literally. The problem is not getting the air in but getting
it out after it is used. Every breathe she took was getting harder and harder
, and the fat would jiggle at times, undoubtedly as her inner core muscles
struggled to support her diaphram. Tara on the other hand ... I was near
creaming. Not only was she perfectly extended, straight as a dowel, but her
stomach barely moved as she breathed. Her breath was controlled. She did not
have the fat to weigh her down, but that was not the only reason. Her inner
core and all her core muscles were just super developed. Again the yoga and
ice hockey (and her diet) aided her here I think. A girl like Tara is
deceptively skinny along the waist. Her waist is only somewhat smaller than
her hips, leading one to think she is all around skinny. Really though it
appears that way because her core and oblique muscles are developed and filled
out. People are right when they warn women trying to lose inches that yoga can
sometimes widen the waste. Of course its muscle, and on Tara it was beautiful.

Kim was really struggling and Tara egged her on.

"Give up fatty. I'm stronger and better than you." She then extended her left
arm straight and raised her right leg until it was a straight line with the
rest of her body; she balanced on her other arm and leg. The move was
obviously for us watching, for Kim could not even look up she was so strained.
I nearly creamed my pants. Tara looked so hot!

"Give it up Kim. Your finished."

It had been three minutes and Kim's tired soft body gradually succumbed to
gravity and slumped to the ground. Dejected and out of breathe she had
difficulty enough supporting her head and keeping it from falling in the sand.
Tara jumped up in the air. "I win!"

That night the guys were drinking beer inside the house when Kim came down the
stairs with her bag packed ready to leave. She had a mild shiner on her left
eye and was holding her arm over her stomach. She was teary eyed as she left
and said no goodbyes, even to Stephen who tried to walk her out.

I slept with Tara than night. She told me that Kim had attacked her in the
girl's bathroom and that she had fought back. "Why did she attack you?" I
asked. "I don't know," she answered innocently, "I guess she wanted to win at
something. Also, I had asked her to make me a drink."

I laughed. "Did you say anything afterwards?"

She recounted the story. "After I kneed her in the belly and punched her there
again she was on the floor. I straddled her and held her chin up with my left
hand and made a fist with my right and held it in front of her. 'Don't ever
fuck with me again Kim. Do you see my fist? Do you see my wrist? Its thicker
and harder than yours. I have always eaten better than you and growing up in
west virginia your diet was poor and probably was Mcdonald's half the time.
That's why my bones are harder and that's also why your gut is soft.' I
punched her again in the stomach for good measure. Then I proudly lifted off
my shirt and rubbed my abs and obliques and smiled at her and laughed. 'Big
ole fatty!'"

Her story made me grow hard. I chuckled and then started groping her butt and
rubbing her taut belly and firm breasts. We did it again and it was even
better than before. Her body never let off. She was bucking hard toward the
end, and just as we thought we could not keep it up any longer, she threw her
body against mine and squeezed me while I was inside of her. I screamed with
pain and simultaneously exploded. She thrust her upper body off my back and
swung into a slight back bend with her long lean arms supporting her. She
squeezed harder and was then overcome in pleasure. "Oh Oh Ahhhh! Fuck ... Me."
Her squeeze on me ended as her body shivered all over. She screamed and
orgasmed for the next 10 minutes. It's the best proof I have to date that
performance on the field is the truest indicator of sexual power and the human
potential for pleasure.