Good Neighbor Policy 
by GW
Marcy gives her best friend Valerie an impromptu wrestling lesson.


This is another fake Cavalier Type letter, this time told from the 
feminine perspective. 

I looked out my kitchen window, and snorted in disgust. Valerie, my best 
chum since High School days, was working out in the backyard next door, 
as usual. She saw me and gave a big wave and smile. She's just so sweet 
and friendly, it sets your teeth on edge, sometimes. Of course, she 
ought to be sweet and friendly. Some people have all the luck, and 
Valerie's one of them. 

Val's 5'10" with long blond hair, big, high-set boobs, a flat, hard, 
little belly, a butt as solid as two medicine balls, and long, long, 
lean legs, so firmly rounded they drive every guy in the neighborhood 
crazy. She's so good looking, she worked her way through College and 
Graduate School as a model. Now she's a Chemistry Professor at our local 
College. I'm still a Nurse's Aid in a Mental Hospital. 

Val teaches an evening aerobics class, coaches the girl's field hockey 
team and plays around in the School Gym whenever she wants. No wonder 
her body is even better than it was when she was elected High School 
Prom Queen. Of course, she's active in cultural affairs, concerts, the 
community theater and a trustee of our local museum. 

Val's husband died and left her a lot of insurance. Mine lived, 
unfortunately. Harry, the slob, is a traveling salesman. He's never here 
when I need him; not that he's much use when he is here. 

Of course, in spite of all her advantages, Valerie's never a bit stuck-
up. People are always saying: "Isn't Valerie sweet?" "Isn't she a 
wonderful person!" Val's supposed to be my best friend, but to tell you 
the truth, she really gets on my nerves, sometimes. That's funny because 
I kind of like girls, if you know what I mean. Valerie sympathizes over 
that. Once she said she'd like to help me out, but she only digs guys. 
That's true enough I guess. In spite of that fabulous, athletic body 
she's very passive, still Daddy's little girl, at thirty-five. 

I thought, as I watched her, though.  "She may annoy the hell out of me, 
but I'd sure love to get my hands on those boobs of hers. " Anyway, it 
was time to water the lawn. Harry had forgotten it before he left, 
naturally. I went out and said "Hi" to Val and turned on the hose. While 
I was squirting it, she kept on prancing around at her exercises, in her 
skimpy little bikini. It got to me finally. I couldn't resist squirting 
her with the hose. 

Val laughed, her ususal, good natured, polite, little laugh. Of course, 
anyone else would have been mad as a wet hen. "Oh, you stop that!" She 
laughed. I was feeling raggy though, and kept it up, just to see if I 
could annoy her. 

Finally, I got to her a little. "Oh Marcy, stop that, now." She said. 
"If you don't stop, I'll take that hose away, and squirt you." 

"Try it, Honey!" I laughed, this time. 

"O.K. You asked for it." Val answered, still in her sweet, "Suzie, Good 
Shit" voice. She made a grab for the hose, but I switched hands. I 
turned it to high pressure and squirted her in the face, right up close. 

"Oh darn you!" Val yipped, and covered her face. I couldn't resist the 
temptation. I stuck the nozzle down the front of her little, bikini 
briefs. That finally upset her. 

"Damn it Marcy, that wasn't funny!" Val grabbed the hose out of my hand, 
and threw it on the grass. Then she grabbed my arms, and shook me. She's 
just as strong as she looks. I thought I'd been caught in a hurricane. 

I don't have Val's muscles and she outweighs me by twenty pounds, but 
I've taken some self-defense courses at work. Wrestling nut cases around 
in the "san" takes a lot of skill too. When she stopped shaking me, I 
broke loose and grabbed Val's arm. I spun around and flipped her over my 
shoulder. I loved her squeal of surprise . 

Val landed pretty hard on her back. "That wasn't very funny Marcy. It 
hurt!" She said as she sat up. Before she got up, I grabbed her arm and 
twisted it behind her. I shoved her down on her stomach, and straddled 
her waist. "I don't want to hurt you Val, so you better say,' you 
give'!" I told her sort of laughingly. 

"You can't make me give up!" Val said stubbornly. 

I gave her arm a hard twist and pushed it up her back as far as it would 
go. She gasped out loud. "Say `Uncle!'" I told her. 

"No!" Val answered kicking and bucking. It was hard to hold her, but fun 
too; I could feel her half-naked body squirming between my thighs. I 
pushed her arm so hard she squealed at the pain, but she wouldn't give 
in. 


"Oh, you Snot! You're hurting me!" Val yelped. "Do you give?" I asked 
again. "No! I don't give, and you can't make me!" She yelped again. She 
was putting everything she had into trying to get loose. Her big, strong 
body was thrashing around under me like a madwoman; but I know how to 
take care of them. I bounced up and down on the small of her back. 

Val rolled over on her side. Her arm was still wet and slippery and she 
pulled loose. She worked her leg up and tipped me off her. I rolled away 
and jumped up, the same time she did. "That's enough!" She said. "I 
don't think you're a bit funny, Marcy." 

"Does that mean you give up?" I asked. "Say `Uncle' if you do!" 

"I'm not going to say `Uncle'!"  Val answered. "You didn't beat me!" 

"Oh no? Well maybe I better then." I said and started toward her. 

"You stay away from me! I'm warning you, Marcy! You're going to get 
hurt." 

"Fat chance!" I said. Val grabbed my wrists and held on tight. Her hands 
felt like hand-cuffs on my wrists. I couldn't get loose. Damn, but she 
was strong! 

"Now stop it! Right now!" Val ordered in her best "school-marm" voice. 
Instead of stopping, I hooked my foot behind her leg, and pushed against 
her hard. We both fell down, but I was on top. I got my wrists loose, 
when she hit the grass.  I couldn't stay on top of her though. She was 
just too strong and active. 

We rolled around some. Valerie definitely got the better of me there. 
She almost pinned me a couple of times. I barely got away from her.  I 
jumped up, and grabbed her wrist with both hands, and when she stood up, 
I judo flipped her again. 

I was surprised how well my judo lessons worked for real. It was so 
easy. Val started to get up. I grabbed her head and hip tossed her this 
time. Next time, she scrambled away before she jumped up. I guess she's 
not a total Dodo. I dived at her though, and got my arm between her 
legs. I pulled both her feet out from under her. 

I was on my knees, but I got up a lot quicker than Val did. I didn't let 
her get away this time; I grabbed her arm real quick, and pulled her up. 
I judo flipped her again as soon as she was up on her feet. That worked 
so well I did it twice more. It was getting easier. She was pretty dizzy 
from all those flips and hard landings. She didn't know whether she was 
coming or going. 

Finally, after I tossed her for about the sixth time, Valerie rolled up 
in a ball so I couldn't grab her anymore. I was out of breath by then 
too. I let her alone, while I got my breath. Val lay there quite a while 
before she got up. She watched me nervously. When I moved toward her, 
she said. "Don't you dare touch me again, Marcy!  This has gone far 
enough!  Now stop it! I mean it!" 

"Say 'uncle' then!" I told her for the umpteenth time. 

"I wont' say anything of the kind!" Valerie snapped indignantly. "I'm 
going in the house." She started to flounce towards her back door. I 
tackled her from behind. She went down like a ton of bricks. I swarmed 
up her body and twisted her arm behind her back again. 

This time, I made sure Val wouldn't slip out of it. I held her wrist 
tight with both hands. She didn't kick and buck as hard this time 
either. Those judo tosses took a lot of the starch out of her. "Say 
`uncle"!" I kept saying over and over. Each time I'd ram her arm a 
little further up her back. 

"Ow, ow. Stop it! Marcy stop it!" Val wailed. I just repeated:  "Say, 
`Uncle'!" Finally, she was almost crying, when she said it. "Uncle, 
uncle, damn you! Uncle. Let go. I give! I give!"  

"Are you sure?" I asked increasing the pressure, a little more. 

"I'm sure! I'm sure!" Valerie wailed. "I give up. Now let me go. Darn 
you anyway!" 

"Say `please!'" I tormented her. I was still really torturing her arm, 
and she was making little bleating noises. I loved it. 

"Please Marcy, please!" Val begged. The truth was, of course, I didn't 
want to let go. I was having too much fun. "Say, pretty please!" I 
teased still not letting go. 

"Pretty please. Please, Marce, it really and truly hurts. Let me go now? 
Please, let me up." I hated to, but I figured I had to. I let her go and 
got off her. Valerie sat up and rubbed her sore arm. The big baby was 
actually sniffling. She looked up at me and whined. "I never knew you 
were so mean, Marcy." 

"Oh grow up, Val! Don't be such a namby-pamby Baby." I told her 
sarcastically. 

Val stood up. That's when she noticed her big boobs had fallen out of 
her little bikini top. I don't know how she got them in there in the 
first place. I'd been ogling them all the time she was sitting on the 
ground whining, without telling her. She got all embarrassed and fumbled 
around trying to get her halter adjusted. 

I decided to have some more fun. I snatched the top right out of 
Valerie's hands. I played "keep away." I passed it from one hand to the 
other behind my back, every time she made a grab for it. Val got all 
excited trying to get her precious top back. Her big boobs bounced in my 
face, whenever she grabbed at it. I grabbed one, and hefted it in my 
hand. 

"You let go of me!" Val yelled as soon as I grabbed her tit. I laughed 
at her yelling, and kept hold of her big boob. It was a real hand full, 
maybe two. I teased her some more. "Honest to God, Val, I don't know how 
you carry all this weight around in these watermelons. Doesn't it tire 
you out? No wonder you have to exercise all the time." 

Val's face was all pink after our little wrestling bout, but now it got 
really red. I tweaked her nipple with my thumb. "Let go! I'm warning 
you, Marcy!" This time my "best" friend sounded really mad. That made me 
laugh all the harder. I tweaked her nipple again. That's when she hauled 
off and slapped me across the face. 

I saw stars and my knees wobbled. The big broad really packs some 
wallop. Instead of following through though, and pasting the hell out of 
me, Sweet Valerie got all upset that she'd hit me. She's really dumb, 
even if she does have a Doctorate in Chemistry.  

While Val stammered apologies, she gave me time to recover. Then I lost 
my temper. "Who did she think she was, slapping me?" I balled my fist 
and punched Valerie in the stomach. She wasn't expecting that. My fist 
sank right into that hard, flat belly all the men are so "gaga" over. It 
felt like her belly was sponge rubber or something firm and resistant 
like that. 

Val's mouth dropped open, and she gagged like a fish out of water. Her 
flushed face turned deathly pale and she bent over double, holding her 
tummy. I didn't even feel guilty watching Val's contortions. In fact, I 
felt great and wanted to hit her some more, but now I couldn't get a 
clear shot at her stomach. I slapped her face back and forth a couple of 
times, instead. 

Those great big, blue eyes looked like Val just couldn't believe her 
"best friend" was doing this to her. Well that's what the dumb blond got 
for believing I was her best friend. 

When Val straightened up a little, I pinched her right nipple as hard as 
I could. She let go of her stomach, and grabbed my wrist with both 
hands. This time her grip felt like a wet dish rag, so I could tell she 
was hurt for sure. I pummeled her stomach some more with my other hand. 
Wham! Bang! In, out, five or six times, short and hard, while my left 
hand pinching her titty kept her up straight. 

Val let go of my wrist and started swinging punches at me. She was just 
like a windmill, wild, hardly hitting anything. I had to let go of her 
boob though and get out of her way. She stood there in a crouch with her 
fists cocked awkwardly, imitating some boxer she must have seen once on 
T.V. Of course, she may have been crouching because her belly ached too 
much to stand up straight. 

I danced around flicking punches at Val. I can't box worth a damn, but 
it was sure better than poor Val could do. She couldn't block punches 
and didn't know enough to move around. Of course, my favorite target 
were those big, bare boobs. I loved seeing them bounce around, when I 
punched them, up and down and sideways. After each punch, she gave a 
little yelp of pain. 

Valerie tried to protect her tits, but then I'd hit her in the stomach, 
or else flick punches at her face. I didn't like to hit that too hard 
though, because I was afraid I'd hurt my knuckles. Val lunged at me 
desperately, and got me in a clinch. She held my arms down at my sides. 
Her big beautiful tits rubbed all over my chest. 

Val was panting for breath and I could feel her long muscular arms 
trembling. Instead of breaking loose, I reached behind her and grabbed 
her ass cheeks, a big beach ball in each hand. I pulled her closer, 
until she was glued against me. I could tell she didn't like that at 
all, but I guess she was afraid to let go of my arms. I rubbed myself up 
and down against her naked chest. 

"Stop that!" Val screamed, like she had something to say about it. Then 
I goosed her. She let out the loudest yelp, I'd heard yet, and jumped a 
mile. She let go of my arms then and tore loose from me. I didn't let 
her get very far. I grabbed her around the waist in a bear hug. I buried 
my face against her neck so she couldn't get loose. She beat at my back 
with her fists but it didn't hurt much. I sucked her neck to give her a 
hickey. 

Valerie wriggled and jiggled to get loose, but I kept squeezing tighter. 
I'd have cut the blond floozie in two, except she finally remembered to 
grab my hair with both hands and pull for all she was worth. That hurt 
like hell, I can tell you. I had to let her go. She didn't let go of my 
hair, though, until I balled my fist and punched her in the gut some 
more. She let go then, and backed off pretty quick. 

I came after her again, and Val put her hands up, open like a peace sign 
that she didn't want to fight anymore. Surprise! surprise! Of course she 
never had. She whined "Why are you doing this Marcy? You're my best 
friend." 

"You're sure in trouble, if I am, Honey!" I told her sarcastically and 
slapped her across the face. I really put my back into it too. "That's 
for pulling my hair, you little bitch! Don't do it again!" I warned her. 
The brainless bimbo was still shocked every time I hit her. You'd think 
she'd have gotten the message by then. I slapped her again even harder. 

"Oh you nasty, rotten bitch!" Val yelled. Then the worm finally turned. 
She flew at me, her hands in claws, scratching at my face and spitting 
like a wildcat. She scratched my cheek pretty bad. Luckily she'd lost a 
lot of her strength, or I'd have been in real trouble. 

"You want to scratch, huh?" I yelled. "O.k. we'll scratch!" I ripped my 
nails across Valerie's bare boobs. I left four deep furrows across her 
left tit, but even that didn't stop her. She kept yelling and scratching 
at me. Sweet, ladylike Val even tried to knee me in the crotch. I 
twisted to one side just in time. I fought her off with a few more 
punches in the belly and a few  straight into her big, wildly swinging 
tits. I must admit I liked burying my fists in those big, buoyant 
balloons. What a turn on! 

Valerie kept punching away at me though, even though I staggered her. 
She jumped me and caught my hair again. She swung me around by the hair 
and kicked me in the behind. I couldn't believe the big cow was finally 
showing a little fight. She scratched me again, and I grabbed her wrists 
and held them away. I used my knee at the same time, first in the 
crotch, and when she doubled forward right into her breadbasket. That 
slowed her down, but she kept on fighting to tear her wrists loose. 

It was still hard to hold on to anyone that big and muscular, even 
though I'd softened her up a lot. I had to be careful of her legs too, 
since she'd started kicking. As we swung around, she got close enough to 
bite my shoulder. She was turning into a real bitch! 

Valerie's teeth in my shoulder really hurt. I kicked her in the shin, 
but she hopped around on one foot without letting go. Those sharp, 
white, cavity-free teeth hurt like hell, and I started yelling at the 
pain. I let go of her wrists, and grabbed both her ears. I almost 
twisted them off before I finally tore her loose. 

My shoulder was bleeding and the blond bitch still had a hold of my 
hair."You want to bite me, huh, bitch?" I yelled and began pounding her 
belly with both fists some more. Meanwhile, I thought she was going to 
pull a handful of my hair out by the roots. 

I grabbed Val's wrists again and jerked her claws loose from my hair. 
Tearing her hands loose hurt awful, she really had a grip on my hair. I 
kept on pounding her belly, until she moaned out loud. Then I really 
tore into her. I grabbed her big boobs one in each hand and jerked her 
toward me. 

I really squeezed Val's tits hard, and she squealed out loud. I cut her 
squeals short with a knee in the crotch. My knee caught her just right, 
and lifted her up on her toes. She doubled up, gasping. I hit her on the 
side of the jaw with my left fist and then hit her on the other side 
with my right. Then I just socked her wherever I could get a clear shot. 

I liked the feel of my fist splatting into one of Val's big boobs and 
half flattening it, or plowing my fist into her belly. It was all mushy, 
now the rubbery resistance gone. Val wheezed and gagged. Every time I 
hit her a good one, she yelped or groaned. 

The blond's knees were wobbly and she couldn't keep her arms up. They 
kept slipping down. It was easy to hit her now. I kept hitting that 
tight little tummy. I could bury my fist in it. Her mouth would gape 
open and she'd look at me with those big, dumb, cow eyes, except cow's 
eyes aren't baby-blue. I hit Val in the belly four or five times before 
she just collapsed in a heap at my feet. 

I stood over Valerie, wishing she'd get up, so I could hit her some 
more. I never realized, before, what a nasty bitch I really am. I felt 
great, though!  Big, strong Valerie huddled up on the ground at my feet. 

Val got her breath back a little, and started crying, real sobs with 
tears running down her face. She sure couldn't take it. The funny thing 
was the way she covered up her boobs with both hands. It was as if them 
being bare in front of me, was even worse then getting beat up. That 
gave me a new idea. If bare boobs bothered her that much, why not strip 
her bare-ass naked? 

I knelt down beside my sobbing "best fried," and got a hold of her 
bikini bottom. Val tried to kick me, but I hit her between the legs. She 
lay still then. She was moaning, and looking real scared. I pulled the 
suit down her long, fabulous legs. She shivered when I touched them. She 
was scared stiff of me. I guess I shouldn't blame her much for that 
though, but her being scared made me even meaner. 

When I pulled her pants off, I rolled Val on her back, and spread her 
thighs apart. I was pretty rough about it. "Please Marcy?" She whimpered 
in a little girl voice. I didn't pay any attention to her. I was too 
busy staring at her naked pussy. Her thatch was a beautiful natural 
light brown not shaved but neatly trimmed. Even on her back, her big, 
juicy boobs stood right up to attention. Her ridged belly kept clenching 
and unclenching like she had cramps from the beating I'd given her. 

I just couldn't resist. I ran my hand over Val's boobs and down her 
tummy to her crotch; and I rubbed that. You'd think I'd stuck a knife 
into her. Her hips jerked six inches off the ground. She screeched. "Ohh 
stop it Marcy! Please don't do that! Please, leave me alone, please!" 

Val's face was a mess now, but still a very sexy one. Her long blond 
hair was tangled like a mop too. Her eyes were red and they leaked tears 
like a faucet. The tears ran down her face in streams. I slid over and 
sat on her belly. Val gave a lurch and gagged; her face got all sick 
looking. I took hold of her big round boobs and played with them, 
squeezing and pinching the nipples. Val looked up at me with that sick 
hurt look and moaned. "Please Marcy let me alone? Why are you doing 
this? We've always been like sisters." 

"Please Marcy, let me alone!" I mimicked her. It was just then that the 
local Cable T.V. company truck drove in my driveway. Damn the luck! I 
had to let Val up. She ran in the house, naked as a Jay Bird. I guess 
that cable technician guy didn't know what to think. His eyes just about 
bugged out of his head at seeing this big, beautiful, naked blond 
running across the lawn. 



Well that was three weeks ago. Val hasn't been out in the backyard, 
since. She won't speak to me or even look at me. She turns the other 
way, if she sees me coming. I guess I've destroyed a twenty-year 
friendship. My one regret, though, is that I didn't get to play with her 
big boobs a while longer.  Darn that Cable Guy, anyway! 

 
                            The End