The Rock and Rolling Van
By Soxs


Among the thousands of rock fans at the concert that day,the two arguing 
women were hardly noticed. They were each in their twenties with 
long,brown hair,slim builds,tall,and pretty. The quarrel was over a 
spilled drink. An outside event in the fall,a stained blanket,the 
seventies,you get the idea. They reached the point of shoving each 
other,while still seated,and realizied that any further action would 
attract attention that was unwanted. They agreed to go to the van of one 
of the gals and continue their encounter. The two made their way through 
the large crowd and out to the van that was parked in the makeshift 
parking area...a meadow...for the outdoor concert. Neither spoke as they 
walked to their small,concealed arena. On reaching the van,the gal who 
owned it unlocked the door and slid into the driver's seat. She reached 
over and unlocked the passenger door,allowing her opponent to slide 
inside next to her. Both gals locked the doors and the owner instructed 
her foe to remove her boots. Each had worn calf high boots over their 
jeans and the van's interior of plush carpet would be better suited for 
shoeless combat. Each gal pulled off their boots and moved to the rear 
of the van. Blue jeans,white tops,and white socks met in the closed area 
to fight. Each gal waited in kneeling readiness as they eyed each other 
over for the final seconds before beginning. White teeth clenched as 
they glared and kneeled face to face,breast to breast,nose to nose. 
Hands were balled into fists and they moved them in front of their faces 
in a defensive fashion. With delicate sighs they began. A jab shot into 
Karen's face. She squeeled out and shot a jab back at Jean's. They 
paused for a moment,fists still up in front of their faces. A hard jab 
flew at Karen and plowed into her lip. It fattened quickly. She threw a 
jab back into Jean's cheek,reddening it. Now both gals launched into 
each other with jabs from all fists in rapid succession. They chirped 
out as their knuckles rammed into their soft faces. Both still kneeled 
closely together as they didn't have room to move too far from each 
other. Fists jabbed away with thwacks and thuds as they fought in this 
tight fist fight. Karen launched a roundhouse that slammed into Jean's 
side,bending her slightly to one side. She propped herself up with her 
left hand on the floor and swung her right into Karen's stomach. Karen 
lurched forward onto Jean and they keeled over onto the floor,wrapping 
each other up tightly in grapevined entanglements of arms and legs. 
Hands reached into hair and pulled with angry lust. Socks locked against 
socks and wrestled each other in grueling vibrations. The gals rolled 
slightly but stayed on their sides,front to front. Each cried out as 
hair pulled to painful limits. Legs battled in a knot of entanglement 
and locked them in this struggle of close combat. They swayed gently but 
inflicted violent acts on each other as they fought in this war of 
women. Karen released one hand and pummeled her opponent's side as her 
foe returned the move and battered away. They layed there and flailed 
away in sobbing conflict. Jean cried out and tried to get on top but 
Karen held her off and they struggled side by side. Breasts were aimed 
at and struck now as the battle turned fierce. Alternating between faces 
and breasts, close punches pummeled into their delicate bodies. They 
held each other in a desperate grip,neither willing to stop or give up. 
They fought on into a sweaty battle of wills. Each wanted to stop now 
but neither would until victorious. The action slowed to a snail's 
pace,punches barely landing with any force. Hair only held now,not 
pulled, and legs locked together but not straining any more. Karen and 
Jean sobbed as they pleaded to each other to give up. They layed 
motionless now,still wrapped together in combat but not attacking. With 
some effort,Karen managed to roll Jean over and layed prone on top of 
her. The battle was soon over. She pleaded one last time to Jean to give 
up and she did. Jean crawled out of the van,boots in hand,as Karen 
struggled into the driver's seat and pulled away. The End.