Jennifer “The Better Woman” vs. Chloe
Chloe: Presses into you and claims a hug and good morning kiss.
Jennifer: Hugs and kisses back!
Chloe: Mmmmm, such a heady, enticing feeling so early in the morning
Jennifer: Especially when we let the embrace linger, each of us testing the other’s body and resolve.
Chloe: Fingers curling into the back of your top as we cling to each other, pressing, rubbing, adjusting. Nipples hardening rapidly, and I gently press my right knee between yours, just rubbing at the knee lightly
Jennifer: Longer than it should our hug lingers. Neither of us pulling back or away. Soft, feigned sighs of friendships escaping our lips, as our nipples harden and pulses race. All of it unsaid. All of it deniable. That is until you extend your leg between mine, and I follow suit. Each of us presenting a challenge. A dare. Of a kind we may be destined to issue and accept forever more.
Chloe: The soft warm inside of your thigh slides over mine and my pulse jumps. The hug, inappropriately long before now seems perfectly natural and wildly wrong. Neither of us even bother to fake a want to separate. My body heat soars with desire and disdain. Dragging my lips along your neck towards your ear… “Jenn… you are insanely arousing… I am almost sorry for what has to come next.”
Jennifer: We do not hide it, the jealousy that brought to this embrace. The woman that brought us to this “friendship” and our sacran sweet good morning texts. And though it is not hidden, only when you speak in a soft, sensual tone into my flesh do we bare them: our fangs. Each of us tightening our grasp on the other, first as you whisper and then as I respond. “Mmm, I thought about you … about us all night last night. And what I am going to do to you….” Between every word, I plant a small peck of a kiss on your shoulder. Each traveling up your neck. “About what how I am going to make you realize Anna’s mine….”
Chloe: The slow dance. Breasts pressing and rubbing as our thighs rub lightly against one another. Our words digging deeper than a casual observer would fathom. Each peck on my neck electric and I bunch the back of your shirt in my hands. My head turning into yours slowly. Cheeks pressing and rubbing slowly as our mouths slowly drag toward each other. “She is your’s because I allow it Jenn. And I will make you mine before this is over baby…”
Jennifer: It is new to us. Not competing with other women. Not the jealousy or want we feel. But each other. We have only just met. And so as we stand, leaning into each other, our hands explore. Your hands tugging at my top, as mine move beneath yours and press flat against your goosebump-covered flesh. A texture I too share, as our traveling lips finally bring an end to our cheek-to-cheek press and our lips come to a nearly-pressed linger only an eyelash’s width apart. “Mmm, I’ll remember to etch that on your collar, when I’ve made you mine.” As my threat passes, I pucker my lips, gently dragging them against yours. “When I’ve made you ours….”
Chloe: Our lips touch and a gasp escapes my lips. The bravado of my voice masking the uncertainty in my mind. This absolute vision of femininity and power is locked to my body. Our breasts caressing through our tops as we both tug on the others shirt. My eyes half closed as I press my nose to yours and then I switch to the other side and with a barely audible moan I press my lips firmly to yours. My tongue flicks lightly along your lips as I push the back of your shirt higher.
Jennifer: I want you to think I am strong. That I am a goddess made flesh and form. And yet, in truth, you terrify me. Not because I am weak and you are strong. Not because I am defenseless. But because you are everything I am. Every bit the woman. Every stitch the sexual dynamo. And though I will fight you, pushing my body into yours, as we melt together. I am afraid. Afraid that I will never be able to pull away. That I will never be free of this kiss, in which you lock us. Either because we will forever be at war, or because you have seduced me. Each fate hinted at as into our kiss I moan. My knees going weak, and forearm peach fuzz standing on end as our tongues meet, clash, and in the heat of it — we begin to spin. Slowly and without intention. Our soft, conditioned hair laying against our backs, as we begin to tug and play with each others tops. Wanting them off. Wanting them gone. So that we can continue to compete. Continue to let our love for Anna explode in this supernova of jealousy and desire.
Chloe: Our shirts raise just enough, and my belly presses into yours, navels on a perfect level. I can’t think straight as the nature of our enrapturing kiss deepens and our tongues play a slow, entrancing game of slither and slide. I moan back into your mouth, and press my leg further between yours, slowly hooking it behind your right leg, our calves rubbing and pressing as we grasp and hold one another, nipples touching as they stand proud between our compressing tits. A soft, wanting word breaks through the kiss… almost a whisper of desire, of despair… “Jenn…”
Jennifer: You are an enemy. A rival if there ever was one. A woman who stalked me, approached me, and challenged me for the woman I love. I should feel hate for you. Malice towards you. Nothing else. Nothing more. And yet with every word we have spoken, every moment we have shared I find you…. You…. I can’t even think the words, as they come too fast and too hot. My entire world seeming to spin as we, two competitors for Anna’s heart kiss. As if that kiss would be our last. As if we had only that lashing of tongues and locking of lips to prove our worth to each other. And then in unison, we make a wounded plea to each other. Each using the other’s name. “Chloe…” I whimper out, as if I had been shot by an arrow. “Jenn…” you say without a millisecond’s delay.
At the mirrored cries and break, I reach between us just as you and together we remove our tops. Our bare tits then being free to meet again, as once more we dive together in a kiss that threatens to break us. Not after some long session of sexfighting but after a single, unforgettable kiss….
Chloe: The kiss, more intense this time, the slapping of our naked breasts making us both gasp against each others mouths even as our tongue streak into and against one another. Skin on skin rubbing and touching driving me even more insane as I desperately try to keep Anna focused in my mind This is all for her… over her… not just the NEED to experience more than I have with you already. I lift my thigh, and press it between your legs as we cling to ach other, bearhugging and kissing deep and slow and hard
Jennifer: My flesh against yours. Our tongues coiled. Nipples fencing. And lips sealed together as if only within their confines might we find air, we battle. Not just for Anna but the passions that threaten to overwhelm us and the respect and fear we have for one another becoming something else. And though there are two fronts, we remain focused. On each other. On our slow waltz of wanton writhing. Each of us clinging to each others, with our arms wrapped tight.
You extending your leg once more, just as I extend mine. Not just with the hope the other might use it, but instead with a lift and a placement — a push and then a hard drag. The forced friction of each shifting our panties to the side, as in a call of carnal cravings I do begin to grind. My wetness coating your upper thigh, as in one slow shifting of hips after another, I accept your offered pleasure. Knowing that if I don’t, I might explode.
Chloe: The warm wetness on my thigh drives me higher, my mind in overdrive as I slowly grind on your thigh, my smooth lips easing over your soft skin and smearing my wetness all over your. My hands drifting to your ass slowly as we continue to kiss and french each other slowly and completely. Breathing so raggedly through our noses as we can’t pull away from each other for unimportant things like taking a full breath.
Jennifer: At first your offered thigh is heaven and respite — perfection in its proffering. But as onto your thigh I grind and mine you slide, we slowly and in our rhythm, work further and deeper. Until under our lifted and waist-bunched skirts, our panty-covered mounds meet. At first at a glance and then a rub. At first off-set and then with every subsequent thrust to the center. Until finally I drop my leg from between your legs and pull back from our kiss. My forehead sealing against yours, as for the first time, fabric-frustrated though the contact may be, I can feel the our hoods meeting and lips parting, if only in fraction. “You….” I speak, my breath ragged and sentence torn by small, delicate moans. “You’ll never have Anna, Chloe. Ne-ne-uuunnnggghhhh-never….”
Chloe: My hands slowly grasping your ass, my fingers digging gently into your cheeks as we stand and grind each other wantonly. Your words stinging… annoying… Foreheads lightly sweaty as they press and we lock eyes… panting breaths washing over each others faces. “I already… gawd… have her, Jenn. Now… mmm oh gawd… now I will have… you… too… ” Skirts mild annoyances, panties more so. Our bodies drifting toward autopilot as we find a driving rhythm that has us both craving more and racing toward release at the same damn time.
Jennifer: I hate that your words are true. Hate that you have her in your bed on some evenings, and in she and mine on others. That I come home and find your picture placed in front of mine and a web of your essence and hers laced across my pillow. A liquid leaving I know you left there. And yet when you say you want me — to claim me — to keep me, somehow the sting of our shared obsession softens. Even as we begin to lose all control. No more legs. No more thighs. Instead we just stand, our backs arched out at our lumber and then back in at our necks. So that we can look into each other eyes as further and further we push each other. Trib each other. My left hand cupping your perfectly fit left ass cheek as my right, in between our thrusting sneaks in, and in a single, dual-fingers grab, I pull our panties to the side, wedging them between our thighs and feminine triangle.
It is only then, as my hand withdraws, and our clits meet unobstructed for the first time that the pleasure hits us. Not hard, but devastatingly. Not fully, but overwhelming in a way that makes me shudder and wilt. My every effort spent trying to drive you to orgasm with me. Knowing that I am on the very verge of release. My eyes wet and thoughts dwelling in desperation.
Chloe: Gasping as I hold your ass with one hand, the other on the back of your neck, our eyes locked, my mouth open and dribbling spit on our breasts as we thrust and grind and moan together. My legs shaking as I try to support myself, try to grind you perfectly, try to stand strong against you, wanting to hold out. Needing to release against you, as you release against me. Cumming over each other over and over. Panting harder, uttering words rapidly “No… too soon… want more… NEED more… you are perfect against me… want to hate you… can’t…. perfect… cum with me… Jenn… oh Jen… “
Jennifer: So strong, so confident, so CERTAIN we were! Until we met. Until we strove and struggled. Writhed and warred. With our bodies and tongues — our clits affixed in cataclysm. A cataclysm that has shattered plan and broken expectation. Destroyed expectation and made mess of the easy way. The common way. Two enemies who hate. Two women whose depth of obsession passes not jealousy or hatred, but instead just remains. Stagnant and boring. Basic and barrel-bottom.
No, we are more. More than that. More than rivals. More than the sum of our parts in Anna’s life. A revelation that cums like the dawn — like we, as in a supernova of pleasure and release I release. My body shaking like a leaf at first and then an earthquake. My arms wrapped around your neck so that I can keep from falling. “Don’t…. Don’t….” I begin, desperate to speak before the apex of ecstasy hits. “Stay with me…. Stay… with…. me…. Never let this … EEEENNNNDDDD!!!! UUUNNNNGGGHHHH!!!”
Chloe: Gasping and crying out as I thrust and grind, my body totally betraying me, my mind losing its grip, the hate bleeding into a want I can’t deny… your words and cry echo in my mouth as I am pulsing, shaking, falling from the edge of the cliff, losing myself with you. I don’t know where we are, who is who. The release was fast and is oh so hard. I can’t sort it in my head… am I still standing? Are we on the floor? Oh god no… what have we done? Anna… Anna! I whored out to her girlfriend. I want more of Jenn. I need it.
Oh sweet lord no…