The fight
By Julie, julierich2@hotmail.com
A young girl gets into a big fight with her boyfriend


At first I didn't recognize the lone dark haired girl sitting on her 
suitcase in the shadows.  It had been a long day at work with meetings 
deadlines and hassles.  Now it was late and all I really wanted to do 
was crawl in bed and crash.

"Karen?"  When she turned to the light I saw her puffy eyes and tear-
stained face.  "Karen!"

"Ca, Can I stay with you, Julie?" The young girl stammered.

I unlocked my apartment door, picked up her suitcase and helped her 
inside.  She wrapped her trembling arms around me and started sobbing on 
the front of my dress.  

"Easy, Karen, what's the matter?"

"It's Harold.  We had a big fight and I told him I never wanted to see 
him again."

"Oh God, I'm in no mood to deal with this twit tonight!" I thought to 
myself.

"Look Karen," I said putting my hands on her shoulders, "I'm really 
tired and want to go straight to bed.  There's food in the fridge if 
you're hungry.  Just pull out the sofa bed, it's all made up.  I'll see 
you in the morning."  

I handed her a box of tissues and as I walked away she blew her nose 
with a loud honk.  Too tired to take a shower, I stripped naked and 
enjoyed the tingle on my bare skin as I crawled between coarse muslin 
sheets.

The smell of coffee brought me around and I realized I hadn't set my 
alarm.  When I opened my door a warm breeze off the Pacific Ocean 
greeted me and Karen was busy setting up breakfast out on the patio.  

"Coffee's up, Julie," she said when she saw me, "Your eggs will be ready 
in a minute."

She really knows how to push my buttons and I felt guilty already for 
being sharp with her.

"Flowers on the table, eggs and toast the way I like them, she should 
really be doing this for Harold," I thought as I watched skaters on the 
strand outside.

"I think I'll work from home today," I said wrapping my hands around a 
steaming mug and enjoying the flavor of the dark roast.  

After breakfast I logged into the company network, checked my e-mail and 
re-arranged my schedule.  I have an ISDN line at home that lets me do 
anything I can do at work except sit in long dull meetings.

As I sat at my computer, I couldn't help admiring the beautiful young 
woman working around the kitchen.  Karen is a natural athlete with broad 
muscular shoulders and a fully expanded chest.  This morning she was 
barefoot, wearing a tube top and short shorts.   She is several inches 
shorter than I am but has a fully developed figure with large firm 
breasts and wide sexy hips. 

Growing up on the beach, she started surfing when she was a little girl.  
She got an ocean kayak at age fourteen and paddled for miles up and down 
the coast. In high school she joined the rowing team and was one of the 
few girls to succeed in open competition.  I met her sailing Holby Cats 
where she is a keen competitor.

As the day wore on I became more and more frustrated with a nasty 
software problem that had me stumped.  I needed a break.

"Hey, lets go hit the gym," I called to Karen who was sitting in the 
corner reading a book.

It was a couple of miles up the strand and I usually use my inline 
skates.  This time we took a slow walk and talked about the men, or lack 
of them, in our lives.

We started out on the bench press and Karen was really impressive.  With 
her deep wide chest she could easily handle far more weight than I 
could.  We went on to biceps and there I had the advantage.  I 
alternated with crunches and was really working to get a washboard 
effect on my flat stomach.  

After about an hour, I got tired of the clanging iron and the smell of 
sweat and wanted to do something else.
 
"Hey Karen, lets spar a few rounds in the boxing ring."  She was just 
starting to take lessons.
 
"I need to finish up my lats, you go ahead, there are half a dozen guys 
out there who would love to spar a few rounds with you." 

"I'll bet they would," I mumbled to myself as I laced on my gloves. 

Walking out to the ring I noticed a short muscular man shadow boxing 
next to the heavy bag. 

"Would you like to try a little light sparring?" I asked. 

"If you promise not to hurt me too much," He said leering at my breasts. 

"My name's Jaime," He said as we faced each other in the center of the 
ring and touched gloves.
 
"Julie," I replied and we started some slow shadow boxing. 

We turned out to be a pretty good match. I stood at least two inches 
taller than he did but with his wide shoulders and bulging biceps he 
probably outweighed me.  Our boxing skills seemed to be roughly the 
same.
 
As we began to feel more comfortable working out together, we picked up 
the tempo and started exchanging some jabs.  People were wandering up to 
watch and I realized we were attracting a lot of attention.  Jaime must 
have enjoyed performing in front of an audience and was becoming more 
and more aggressive.

I have to admit that a tall blonde woman in a pink leotard and Reeboks 
slugging it out with a short dark Latino boxer must have been quite a 
sight.  The crowd was cheering and we both started landing some real 
punches.  I could feel the adrenaline rising as I ducked and dodged 
looking for openings in his defenses.  Suddenly a left hook caught me 
squarely on the cheek and I could feel my anger flair.  Jaime realized 
what he had done and dropped his defenses for a split second.  I took 
advantage of the opening and threw a savage uppercut to his jaw.

He dropped like a stone and went face down on the canvas.  The crowd 
went wild and I could feel my face flush, partly from the punch and 
partly from the embarrassment of letting my anger get the best of me.  
Jaime was lying on his back out cold with one man slapping his face and 
another fanning air in his direction.  It didn't look like I could help 
so I beat a quick retreat to the ladies locker room.

Cool water cascading over my naked body felt good so I stood in the 
shower for a long time.  I inspected my bruised cheek in the mirror and 
it didn't look too bad after all.  My long hair was nearly dry by the 
time I brushed it out so I just let it hang down around my shoulders.

I found some frayed hip hugger shorts in my locker and put them on 
without panties.  They were a bit brief with the belt just below my 
navel and the seams split up the sides but cool and comfortable.  The 
weather was far too hot for a bra so I pulled on a loose cotton blouse 
and tied it below my breasts.  I inspected the long expanse of my naked 
midsection and was pleased at the rippling abdominal muscles my workouts 
were starting to produce.

A pair of clunky strap-on sandals with heels looked like they would be 
cool and comfortable for walking and I liked the fact that I stood over 
six feet tall in them.

Jaime was waiting for me with a big smile when I walked out and was 
dressed in a sharp looking tennis outfit.  He started to say something 
but before he could, I put my arm around him and gave him a big kiss on 
the mouth.

"No offense?" I asked, then noticed a huge bulge in his pants.  We 
started making small talk and I didn't object when he followed me 
around.  It wasn't hard to figure out what he wanted and I felt I owed 
him something for knocking him out cold.

"You look really tense, would you like a massage?  I'm pretty good," I 
offered.

He looked a little shy but followed me into one of the booths in the 
back of the gym and undressed behind a screen.  He came out with a towel 
wrapped around his waist and lay face down on the table.
 
I straddled him and started kneading the muscles in his shoulders.  
Years of rock climbing have built up the strength of my hands and he 
groaned as I manipulated his joints.  I put my knee in the middle of his 
back and heard his vertebrae crack as I lifted each shoulder to relax 
his spine.   

When I finished, he seemed a little reluctant to roll over.  I 
encouraged him and he blushed as his love pole stood straight up into 
the air under me.

Hesitating for a second I thought, "What the heck."  My shorts came off 
easily and I lowered myself onto the little man.  He responded with a 
gasp and opened his eyes wide.  As I pumped up and down his eyes just 
got wider and wider.  He was pretty well endowed for his size and I was 
starting to feel the waves of an orgasm roll over me.  By the time I was 
satisfied, he was gasping for breath while his whole body shook.  He 
finally exploded inside me then seemed to go completely limp all over. 

I gave him a little tweak on the cheek and said. "Thanks for the 
sparring session."  He was still panting when I left him lying on the 
massage table and walked out.

On the way home I passed Karen and Harold embracing beside the path.  
The way they were fondling each other I could tell their fight was over.  
I was going to stop and wish them well but they were far too busy to 
notice me.

Back home on the computer, my attention drifted.  I logged into one of 
my favorite chat groups and said "hi" to old friends.  Spider asked for 
a private chat so I joined him.  

"Hey Julie, I'd like to shoot some climbing pictures of you for my 
column.  Would you be available Saturday?"

"Sure Spider, I'd love to.  See you then."

Julie