Coed Grudge Fight Update: 14/04/1998 to misc4 The time would never be better, Mary realized, as she looked out the window of her second floor dorm room. Some fifty yards away, on the parking lot, was her roommate of the past semester - saying goodbye to the only other girl who had stayed over after the end of classes. Mary had watched as her roommate, Beth, walked gracefully from the school gym where she swam every day. Beth was wearing her tight, one-piece blue bathing suit cut in a sharp "v" almost to her waist. The bathing suit was cut high on the hips, making Beth look slim at a distance. In reality, she had muscular legs, kept that way by the swimming now that she had given up gymnastics. Beth liked to joke that she would have creamed the communists in the Olympics if she hadn't grown " those damned boobs". At 5' 2" and 103 lbs, she had the perfect body for gymnastics from the waist down. Mary knew that Beth's breasts measured 34 inches; the had laughingly measured each other one night, some weeks ago. Mary watched enviously as Beth threw her arms around the departing coed and hugged her; the beach towel slung over one shoulder almost covering Beth's firm ass as she raised up on her toes. Beth's bright red hair hung in damp clumps around her face - at this distance it seemed almost maroon. It wasn't until her roommate waved goodbye to the car and began to walk to the dorm that Mary realized the significance of the moment. Mary turned from the window and crossed the shared bedroom toward her closet. She stopped in front of the full-length mirror and checked herself out. Her 5' 4" was built like the soccer player she was. She had a flat stomach and her thighs were bigger than Beth's and even more muscular. The shiny and barely see-through panties she wore accentuated her muscular structure. Her eyes drifted up slowly, pausing slightly on her breasts (which were also 34's). Mary's breasts were not as full as Beth's, but then her nipples were somehwat larger than the freshman's. Finally, Mary gazed into her own brown eyes, set off by the tan of her face and her sandy brown hair - cut short so it wouldn't get in the way. "Today," thought Mary, "short hair is good", as the mirror reflected her excitement and determination. She went over to the closet and carefully chose a bright yellow sundress (with very thin straps) that fit her loosely. She bent over and pulled the dress on over her head, straightening it just as Beth entered the room. Avoiding Mary's gaze, Beth walked carefully around her and straight to the sink to deposit her wet towel. Almost instinctively, she started to pull off the shoulder straps of her bathing suit, but caught herself just as one small pink nipple peeked into view. She pulled the suit back on, unaware that Mary was silently cursing her. She picked up a comb and began to comb the tangles out of her long red hair and Mary began to remember... She remembered the day Beth showed up at the dorm bundled up in her winter clothes. The young redhead couldn't have know then that the athletic upperclassman she was to room with would someday desire her. Even Mary didn't know that would come to pass. She remembered the times the roommates stayed up listening to the radio, dancing together in their nightgowns. Beth's hair was longer now that she had left gymnastics behind and Mary had come to suspect that Beth enjoyed the attention that her flaming hair and full breasts were getting her. Mary recalled most how Beth used to run around the room half-dressed in a tee-shirt and pair of panties - and later in only the panties, her breasts swinging freely as she walked ( It seemed to Mary that "paraded" was the correct word for it!) around the small room. One time, Beth had sat on her bed brushing her hair for what seemed an hour until Mary had pulled out her camera and started to take her picture. At first, Beth seemed shy and embarassed, but soon became very playfull. She had even taken her shirt off and covered her chest with her cascading hair as a devilish smile played on her face. Several times Beth had pulled the hair away from her breasts momentarily, daring Mary to snap the picture, but Mary had been too slow to get the shot. Later, looking at the pictures, Mary had suddenly realized that she had really wanted the topless shots to come out. As time passed, she found herself thinking more and more of Beth's firmness and softness. She didn't know exactly what it meant, but she began to imagine herself in bed with the freshman, and she started to take secret pleasure in the touching between the two - even the accidental bumps. Still, Mary never mentioned these feeling to Beth, at least not until about three weeks ago. Beth had come in from a long day in the lab, complaining of backache. Stripping off her sweatshirt, she had sat down in front of Mary, piled her hair on top of her head and asked for a backrub. As the older girl fingered the knotted muscles, Beth had started swaying, enjoying the loosening of the tightness in her shoulders and neck. Perhaps she didn't notice when the hands started to work their way around to her ribs. Perhaps she hadn't even felt the soft, tentative touch on her breasts. Beth had jumped, however, when she felt the brush of Mary's lips on her neck. She had grabbed her shirt and run from the room, stopping only to send a look of shock that spoke of betrayal toward the speechless Mary. Since that day, the roommates had hardly spoken. Mary had never been given a chance to explain or apologize, and Beth was always careful to remain fully dressed around Mary. Mary was sorry that she had shocked her friend, but as time passed she felt less and less willing to ask Beth's forgiveness. By the time the last days of school had come around, the tension in the room was easy to feel and Mary was feeling resentment at the treatment she was getting. Somehow the idea had entered her mind that she was going to settle this thing as soon as they were alone. Now was the time - they were the only girls left in the dorm. As she watched her roommate combing out her hair, Mary was not sure what she wanted to settle. She knew that she wanted revenge for the cold shoulder she'd gotten these last few weeks and for her embarassment when Beth had rejected her touch, but she also knew that she still wanted to touch Beth. Mary had already decided not to come back to this school for her senior year, but nobody knew that yet, so whatever happened here would not affect Mary's future. She was free to act and the time had come! Mary walked over to a point about four feet behind Beth and announced, "You and I have some unfinished business, bitch"! Beth stopped her combing. Still not looking at Mary, she answered, "We have nothing to talk about". As she said this, Beth turned and started to walk by Mary, heading for the door, and putting her hand out in a sort of stiff-arm that caught Mary right on her left breast. Mary grabbed the younger gir's wrist by reflex and spun her onto the bed where she landed in a tangle of arms and legs. Excited and angry, the bigger girl started to slip the sundress off over her head, which was an unfortunate under-estimation of the redhead's speed. As the dress covered Mary's face, the young girl fairly flew off the bed at her. Just as Mary's breasts became exposed under the dress, Beth's right fist sank home into the barely tensed stomach. Mary, her eyes wide with surprise, dropped to her knees as the dress fell limply in front of her. The big girl's eyes closed from the pain as her arms folded at her waist and she bent over and tasted the carpet. Mary fought the pain desperately as she realized that her revenge would be lost forever if Beth managed to get out of the room. Mary instinctively reached out and took hold of the redhead's ankles. To her surprise, Beth made no move to leave as the panty-clad figure began to pull herself up the steely legs. The feel of the flexed thighs under her hands should have warned Mary, but she was disoriented and made her second mistake; she looked up to see the blur of Beth's right hand and feel the thunderbolt as the slap hit the left side of her face. The blow knocked her down on all fours again, but this time she was not in as much pain - it was the ringing in the ears that most bothered the topless girl as she again started to pull herself up the legs of her opponent. This time she would not make the same mistake. As her hands reached Beth's knees, Mary felt the hair on the right side of her head get yanked sharply, pulling her head back. Using her left hand for support on the tensed thigh of her roommate, the bigger girl threw a right uppercut between the spread legs of the swimsuited girl. Her fist hit right in the crotch of the nylon bathing suit and caused the redhead to jerk involuntarily. At the same instant, Beth's right fist landed a glancing blow to Mary's temple. The kneeling girl knew that she had just missed a haymaker that would have likely put her out and relished the thought that she was about to take control of the skirmish. Beth sat down on the edge of the bed with a moan as her hands dropped to her groin. Her face was directly in front of Mary's and their foreheads almost touched. Mary stared hard into her roommate's face and took pleasure in the clenched eyelids and gritted teeth of the smaller girl. She threw a right hook around Beth's arms that found the gymnast's waist. The once dominant young woman sagged forward until her head rested on Mary's right shoulder and began to whimper from the pain. "Shut up," hissed Mary, "there's no one to hear you"! Beth got quiet, but her ribcage kept shuddering from her choked-back sobs. For a long moment, the girls stayed in this clinch - Mary's hands resting high on the legs of Beth whose tears began to drip on Mary's collarbone and run onto the kneeling warrior's right breast. Mary's anger had subsided only a little, but the softness and vulnerability of the redhead kept Mary from hitting her anymore. Mary's hands started stroking Beth's thighs, still working around the hands that were gently rubbing at the aching area between the legs. The tightly muscled thighs felt very good - firm and smooth and earned by this fight. Mary's fingers began working themselves under the blue suit at the highest point on the hips. Noticing that the other girl's breathing was less erratic now, Mary took the liberty of pushing her hands completely into the suit and giving Beth's firm ass a two-handed squeeze. As she felt the ass tighten suddenly, Mary thought that the youngster was finally going to respond to the caresses. She was right, but soon learned that the response was not one she was hoping for. Beth's legs straightened out at that instant and wrapped themselves around Mary's waist. Her hands came up from her groin and latched brusquely onto Mary's bare breasts. Mary's look of disbelief and pain was mirrored by the sneering smile on the face of the young woman now leaning back to better enjoy the sight of her foe's face. This also enabled the swimmer's legs to squeeze her roommate with greater power. The raw power of the steely thighs hurt Mary badly, but the knowledge that Beth had waited until the big girl's hands were caught up in the bathing suit gave the pantied coed the resolve to not give up or start crying. The pain helped Mary jerk her hands from the nylon trap of Beth's suit. The left hand grabbed Beth's right breast under Beth's arm and the right dug into the other breast. Mary knew that this had now become a fight for survival between two angry females and she squeezed and kneaded the flesh while having her smaller tits clawed and pulled. Gasping furiously for breath, each girl avoided eye contact with the other; they were intently watching the destruction of each other's boobs. Mary knew that neither one would concede this standoff and that she couldn't last much longer with the disadvantage of Beth's python legs crushing her waist. Loosening the grip of her right hand, the soccer player drew it back and threw her strongest jab right into the face of the swimmer, catching her full on her gritted teeth and drawn lips. Beth's recoil caused her to release her grip on Mary's boobs and also made her own breast slip out of Mary's clutch, although Mary's nails caught the cup of the bathing suit and pulled it aside, letting the breast bounce out. Beth fell back heavily on the bed, a trickle of red starting across her lips and toward the corner of her grimacing mouth. Owing to the discipline of her athletic training, her legs still kept their tight lock on Mary's waist. Mary retaliated by grasping the exposed breast, digging her nails into it and at the same time banging a heavy fist down on the taut stomach. That combination lessened the vise-like hold only slightly, so Mary concentrated her attack on the girlish pink nipple; pinching it roughly and pulling it out as if to tear it from the tit. Mary's right hand kept up a steady barrage - landing on the stomach, covered left breast and once even on Beth's forehead. The legs loosened but the ankles remained locked behind Mary's back. As Beth's arms lay useless at her side, Mary fell on top of the girl; her mouth falling onto the soft nipple and starting to suck and nibble on it. Her head thus buried, Mary still threw a blind punch up toward the general area of Beth's now red face. This one landed on an eyesocket and the idea of Beth with a blackeye caused Mary to bite the nipple hard. Mary felt the redhead try to move under her and thought herself, "That's right, baby, try to buck me off now"! Beth's legs dropped from around Mary and fell heavily to the floor. Mary did a pushup on the beaten girl's chest to survey the result and was pleased at what she saw - Beth's right eye was closed and beginning to swell, blood was trickling down her chin and neck, and her exposed breast was heaving in quick and shallow movements. Her other eye was still half open, but she was not focusing on anything. This annoyed Mary, who proceeded to enmesh her hands in the still damp hair on Beth's head and pull the girl into a sitting position. Then she put a headlock on the youngster with her left arm and carefully slammed her right fist into the open eye. Beth twitched and Mary let her drop back onto the bed, out cold for all purposes. Mary dropped back on her elbows to enjoy this. Beth was finally at her mercy. The fight that the girl had put up against the bigger, stonger girl only made her a better prize for the huntress. The only thing left to do was to make a trophy of the girl and Mary suddenly knew just how to do this. She rose from the bed and padded heavily over to the closet to get her camera. Twitching slightly from the exhaustion as well as the excitement, Mary loaded a roll of film into her camera. Crossing back to the bed, she prepared the unconscious girl by yanking her suit down her legs and off of her, giving Mary her first glimpse of Beth's bright bush. Mary proceeded to shoot a whole roll of pictures of the naked girl with the swollen eyes and one scatched tit. Mary stripped off her sweated panties and stuffed them into Beth's open mouth for several of the shots. Each change of pose was accomplished by hard tugs on the breasts and hair of the fallen girl. Every time Beth started to stir, the victress calmly sat her up and slapped or punched her back into unconsciousness. Later, the ache of the battle long since worn away, Mary would treasure the photos. Her favorite was one taken with the aid of the self-timer on the camera and a chair as tripod which showed Beth's head trapped between Mary's flexing thighs while Mary used the red hair to pull Beth's face up between her legs. Beth was out for eight hours from the beating. Her roommate had left, taking her possessions; the only evidence left that another girl had been there was a small note, on butterfly stationery, which had been left on the sink next to Beth's comb. Handwritten neatly on the note was a short message - "Thanks for the fun, Love"! It took Beth an hour of crying and some tentative movement before she could get herself to stir. She made her way painfully over to the mirror, turned on the light and gasped through swollen lips at what she saw. Her eyes were puffed up and purple, her lips were twice their normal thickness, and her right breast was streaked by fingernail scratches. It wasn't until she took her shower later that the young girl discovered the unkindest cut of all; combing her wet hair revealed that an entire handful of hair had been cut almost at the scalp. It was weeks before Beth would appear in public without a pair of sunglasses and she had made up an excuse to avoid going home for about a month. The day after the fight, she went to a hairstylist and had her flaming red hair cut short enough to hide the butchering. She hated the fact that the cut made her look a bit like Mary. Beth managed to hide the beating and humiliation from those who knew her. She took a job as an excuse to live in town for the summer and visited home for short periods only. For a long time, she tended to look around - half wanting and yet half afraid the Mary would return. Once, months later, she had taken part in some "chicken fights" at the school pool. In the excitement and the cheering, the girls (on the men's shoulders) had locked up trying to knock each other over. Perhaps accidentally, the other girl grabbed Beth by the hair. Beth, without a pause, had slapped the other girl and, when her opponent had straightened up in surprise, had elbowed her in the mouth. As the other girl fell into the pool, Beth had fairly leaped off of her mount and stood waist deep in water, waiting, but the other girl did not come after her. Mary, knowing that Beth's competitive spirit would never let her tell anyone of the beating, went back home and started her post-college life. She had no visible bruises to explain and told only her best friend, Susan, about the fight. Mary never again wanted to make love to another woman, but she would time and again seek women to fight with, to struggle against without rules, to seek to humiliate and destroy. Mary later heard from a friend that Beth started to take up weightlifting and had a strange note on the mirror.