Denise by Tom Adams

Denise fights an old "friend" and unleashes a hidden passion.

Denise is twenty eight years old, a beautiful Hispanic woman with deep brown eyes to match her hair. She's short, five feet, two inches. She works out in a gym with her friends Nancy, Carmella and Sally three nights a week. Her muscles are attractive and powerful.

But the thing you notice first about Denise is her breasts. God, her breasts. It's not just the size. Very large. It's the shape. Very firm. Almost an extension of the muscles on her chest. They jut straight out without a trace of sag, especially the tops which are very round and high. When no one is looking, Denise likes to balance glasses of water on them. She never spills a drop. Her nipples are large, firm, extending out even more.

Most women wear a bra because their breasts, no matter how large have a little sag. Not Denise. Not ever a bra. Not to work where she wears a large blouse. Not to the gym with her large sweat shirt. Not to the bar for a beer in a Tshirt after the gym workout with Nancy, Carmella and Sally. And, of course, not to the beach in her bikini.

At the beach, men look at her and have erections. At the office and gym, even beneath large blouses and sweat shirts, her breasts are so large and high, her nipples so firm, you can't help but notice.

Nancy hates her guts.

Nancy has been "friends" with Denise since the first grade. She's also Hispanic, a few inches taller, her breasts a little larger, her legs slightly more muscular. But it's still like in the first grade. Denise seems to attract more men, seems to be on "cruise control", no effort. She has a certain "charisma" few people have. Nancy doesn't. And beneath the smiles, beneath the "friendship", Nancy hates her guts.

Denise, Nancy, Carmella and Sally are at a bar for a beer after their workout. They're all wearing Tshirts that stop just below their breasts to show off their hard, flat stomachs, and shorts that expose their sexy, muscular legs.

Denise goes to the restroom just as a "hunk" named Steve enters the room and spots Nancy. He comes over, starts a conversation, and Carmella and Sally go to the bar to get out of the way.

A few minutes later, Denise comes back and sits down between Steve and Nancy before she realizes what's going on. One look at those large, hard nipples, straining at the Tshirt and Nancy is history. He turns to Denise and starts a conversation. She sees what's happening and starts to get up and join Carmella and Sally, but it's too late. Nancy snaps.

"You fucking, little bitch. Who the hell do you think you are?"

Steve is surprised. Denise is stunned, stops, can't seem to move.

Nancy rips Denise's Tshirt off and slaps her in the breasts with her right hand and then again with her left.

Denise's pain is matched by her fiery temper as she rips Nancy's Tshirt and bra off and slams a fist into her large breasts.

Carmella and Sally start to rush over to break up the fight but are shoved back by a group of men as Denise and Nancy wrestle each other to the floor. Their sharp fingernails claw and cuts appear on both women's faces and breasts. Some of the cuts are deep and blood drips to the floor.

Nancy has an advantage now. She's sitting on Denise's back and pulling her long, brown hair with both hands. Denise pushes up from the floor with her hands, arching her back, trying to turn around and break Nancy's grip on her hair. She's breathing deeply, her firm breasts and nipples rising and falling. The men love it.

Denise quickly turns over and sends a fist to Nancy's mouth. Her lower lip burst and blood flows down her neck and onto her breasts. Both women get to their feet.

It's a bare knuckles brawl, with Denise and Nancy sending their fists into each other's stomachs, breasts and faces. Soon both have blood flowing from their noses and mouths and their breasts are turning blue with bruises.

Again they wrestle each other to the floor.

Suddenly Denise looks Nancy in the eye.

"We're ripping each other to pieces to amuse these men. I'm willing to stop if you are."

Nancy thinks. Maybe you think that's all we're doing , but I'm getting back for a life time of being "second best".

"Are you giving up?"

Denise's eyes flash.

"I never give up. Never! I'm just saying we stop. No one wins. No one loses. We just stop!"

I'm in another competition with Denise. She has not won. And it's her idea to stop. No matter what she thinks, that's a form of surrender.

"OK. We stop."

Both women get to their feet and shake hands. The men applaud as Carmella and Sally rush up with towels to wipe off the blood and cover their breasts.

Denise sees Nancy talking to Steve again and smiles as she slips out a side door.

Back in her apartment, Denise takes a long, warm shower. It feels good on the bruises to her breasts. She climbs into bed, but lays awake for awile, thinking.

I believe if we had continued the fight, I could have whipped her ass. But why humiliate someone you've known all your life. And what affect would it have on my relationship with Carmella and Sally.

For Denise it was the first real fight in her life. That wrestling match back in the first grade, broken up by the teacher, doesn't count. She feels certain passions and urges building in her that she doesn't understand. I wonder what it would be like to fight someone to the finish. She flexes her muscles, runs her fingers over her breasts and nipples and falls asleep.

Denise..................to be continued.womenwhofight@aol.com