Sarah vs Paula

A gentle breeze blew through the open window. As the college clock struck eleven, Sarah looked up from the textbook she had been reading for the past two hours. Sighing, she got up from the desk in the corner of her room and flopped down on the bed. Sundays were always quiet on campus. A lot of the other students in the halls of residence went home at weekends, not that she had much to do with them anyway, it was just with it being so quiet it seemed to amplify the boredom. Still wearing her pyjamas, she couldn't even be bothered to get dressed. Almost from the moment she had woke up, she had been revising for an upcoming exam at the end of the month, but it was no good, none of it was sinking in.

"Jesus Christ I'm bored", she muttered to herself. She got up off the bed strolled over to the window. It was a beautiful summer day, not a cloud in the sky. The smell of freshly cut grass carried on the breeze. Somewhere in the distance she could hear a football match being played.

'Another bloody Pleasant Valley Sunday' , she thought. Just then, she was brought out of her sulk by a message alert on her mobile.

HI BABE, THINKING OF U XXX.

It was from Wendy. Since that day in her bedroom a couple of months earlier, their relationship had blossomed somewhat. The two of them spent as much time as they could together. Wendy had spent a few nights in Sarah's room and had challenged her to a rematch each time, and lost every one, ending up as an exhausted wreck sprawled across her friend's bed. Sarah was getting quite a collection of Wendy's underwear, which she claimed as a trophy every time she beat her. She was beginning to suspect she just liked losing on purpose so she could be dominated. Afterwards they would usually lie on the bed together watching videos of other girls sexfighting on their laptops, or fall asleep in each others arms. What had begun as a friendship just a few months ago, had quickly become something much deeper.

Unfortunately every few weeks, Wendy had to go down to London to spend the weekend with her dad, and this weekend was one of them. Sarah texted back.

BORED OUT OF MY SKULL, MISSING YOU XXX.

A few seconds later the phone beeped again.

ME 2, FUCKIN HATE LONDON WISH I WAS

WITH U. RING U L8R LUV WENDY XXX.

She let out another sigh and looked across at the pile of books on the desk.

'Oh bollocks to it' she thought and went over to the cupboard, got out the bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. Lying back on the bed, she opened up her laptop, scrolled through the videos until she came across one entitled JANA vs MONICA and clicked play.

A redhead and a brunette faced each other on a large double bed.The redhead was wearing a skimpy pair of tiger print knickers and the brunette wore a black thong. Both looked to be in their early 20's and had slim, toned bodies. The brunette had slightly bigger boobs than her opponent and a more tanned complexion. Sarah took another sip from her glass as the brunette goaded her opponent in some Eastern European dialect or other. There were subtitles, but she only glanced at them briefly. After a little more trash talk, the redhead lunged at her tormentor, pushing her onto her back. The two girls rolled back and forth on the bed, slapping and pulling each other's hair. Eventually the brunette seemed to be gaining the advantage, trapping her opponent on her back and pulling off her knickers, throwing them across the room. The redhead moaned and whimpered as the brunette ran her fingers over her bush and into the soft moist folds of her pussy. As she watched, Sarah slipped her hand under the waistband of her pyjamas and gently stroked her rapidly swelling clitoris, her breathing getting heavier.

"Thats it...ohh yeah."

The redhead was trapped, desperatley wriggling and thrashing her legs in a vain attempt to break free. Her opponent laughed, taunted her some more and plunged her fingers deeper into her pussy, making her wail in ecstacy.

"Oh my God yeh...yeh thats it", Sarah groaned, stroking her clit faster, "Make her scream!"

The camera panned round to show the trapped girls face, groaning, begging, pleading with her assailant to stop. The brunette ignored her pleas and rubbed harder, sending her poor little victim to the point of no return.

"Yes, yes take it bitch, take it!", Sarah hissed at the screen, her fingers rubbing franticly at her drenched pussy.

The redhead could no longer hold on, her body bucking and writhing as she succumbed to her opponent's relentless onslaught. She screamed as the climax rippled through her body. Sarah gasped and her eyes widened as she pushed two fingers deep into her pussy, her thumb rubbing hard against her clitoris. The vision of the redhead being totally crushed and the screams and groans of her orgasm was enough to send her over the edge.

"Oh my God yeah...yeah.....wreck the bitch!...yeeeaaaah!"

She lay back on the bed, her head swimming as the sensation tingled in her stomach. Closing her eyes, a relaxed smile spread across her face. All too briefly the blissful feeling passed. She got up off the bed, clicked the video on pause and finished off the glass of wine. As she walked across the room to get a refill, she realized her pyjama bottoms were soaked.

'Oops, oh well never mind', she thought and eased them off, leaving her naked from the waist down, she never wore underwear in bed. Pouring herself another glass, she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror, standing there in just her candy striped pyjama jacket. Smiling at her reflection, she wiggled her bum and then stuck her tongue out.

"Yep, cute as ever", she smiled and made her way back to the bed, taking the bottle with her. She settled back down and clicked play.

The brunette released her semi concious opponent, allowing her a few moments to get her strength back. The two girls then faced each other on the bed once more, the brunette still taunting her weakened foe. The redhead pushed her onto her back and slipped her hand down the front of her thong, making her gasp and close her legs. She then tried to pull the thong down as the brunette tried to wriggle away. Sarah slipped her hand between her legs, her fingers gently stroking her clit.

"Come on, get it off", she whispered, feeling her pussy getting wetter again.

Finally the little redhead pulled off the thong and pushed the brunette's legs apart, slipped between them and began to grind her pussy against her wriggling opponent's. She thrust harder and harder, but it seemed to have no effect on her. Suddenly the brunette pushed her off and she fell to the floor. Before she could get back up, she was pounced upon and her legs pushed wide open. The brunette then dished out the same punishment her weaker opponent had tried to, only with much more devastating results. Once again the redhead was trapped, begging to be released.

"Oh yeah yeh come on finish her!", Sarah moaned, rubbing harder against her throbbing clitoris.

The poor little redhead shreiked as a second, even stronger orgasm tore through her.

"OH...OHHHH.....FFFUCK!", yelled Sarah, her whole body tensing "OH MY GOD YES....YES!"

She fell back onto the bed, a warm glow flowing through her body. Lazily she reached out and closed the laptop and began to drift away. A lullaby of birdsong and distant church bells wafted through the window. She was almost asleep when her mobile started ringing.

"Oh for Christ sake!"

"Hello", she answered sharply.

"Oh sorry love, did I wake you up?, its Paula, Wendy gave me your number, hope you don't mind".

"Erm no, not at all", replied Sarah, somewhat surprised, "What's up?"

"Well Wendy said you like 60's music and I've found a pile of 7 inch singles when I was clearing out under the stairs, I just wondered if you'd like them."

"Brilliant, yeah I'd love them, Who's on them?"

"Erm I think there's a couple of Beatles ones , Dave Clark Five, Hermans Hermits,"

"Great, when can I pick them up?"

"Come round this afternoon if you want."

"Okay I'll see you in about an hour"

"Okay luvvie, bye."

Paula put the phone down and smiled, 'Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly'. she thought, and went upstairs to shower...

Half an hour later, Sarah was nearly ready to go. She'd had a quick shower to freshen up, after the wine had left her feeling a little woozy, hardly surprising as she'd almost managed to polish off the whole bottle. She put on her 50's style dress with the rose print and scrabbled round in the drawer for a pair of socks.

"Where the bloody hell are they?"

As she dug about, she came across one of Wendy's thongs. She picked the little blue garment, held it to her face and breathed in, smiling she dropped it back in the drawer and picked up a pair white ankle socks with lace frills round the top.

"These will have to do I suppose ".

She put them on, slipped on her shoes and headed for the door, as she grabbed her handbag, she noticed there was still some left in the bottle.

"Sod it", she said grabbing bottle and finishing it.

She unlocked her bike and pushed it down the hallway and out into the car park. Unfortunately she couldn't have picked a worse time as some of the lads from the college rugby team were just wandering past, pissed, as they were every Sunday.

'Oh Great, just what I need' she thought.

"Ay...Ay lads, look who it is, It's little miss bobby socks, waheey!, Alright darlin' "

Sniggering, the gang of lads staggered around her. The leader of this group of arseholes was Danny, a rather unpleasant dickhead who enjoyed harrasing Sarah every opportunity he got.

"Let me past, Danny."

"Aww, don't go, leave your bike here and come with me, I've got something you can ride instead."

The gang giggled childishly.

"Why don't you take your little friends with you and go and play with your funny shaped balls?", she replied, giving Danny a sarcastic smile.

"Oh don't be like that, I just wanted to know if you thought my bedroom ceiling needed repainting."

"Why don't you ask one of your boyfriends?", she said, pushing past him and riding off.

"OY, WHEN ARE YOU GONNA GIVE YER GRANNY HER BIKE BACK?"

"PISS OFF, WANKERS!"

"Oooooooohh", laughing they staggered off towards the college bar.

A short while later, she was riding down Mill Lane. She pulled up outside the cottage, wheeled her bike down the path and rang the doorbell. Paula came to the door dressed in just a white bathrobe and slippers, her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Hiya love, come in."

"Thanks."

"Go straight through to the garden, I was just having a drink, d'ya fancy one?"

"Erm... yeah okay then, I will, G&T please."

"Ice?"

"Please."

Sarah sat down at the table. Spotting the pile of records, she picked them up and quickly thumbed through them.

"There you go love," said Paula, handing her a rather large glass.

"Thanks," she replied and took a large sip, coughed, blinked and put the glass down.

"You okay?"

"Erm yeh, yeh, it was just a bit stronger than I was expecting", Sarah replied, still blinking and shaking her head.

"Oh sorry love, I never was any good at mixing drinks."

The two of them spent the next hour or so chatting about college, music and just life in general with Paula occaisionally topping up Sarah's glass. Eventually the conversation got round to Wendy.

"She really has changed so much since she met you ", said Paula, taking another sip from her glass, "She seems a lot happier, and she's certainly a lot more mature."

"Well, we just seemed to click pretty much within a few days of meeting."

"And I'm damn glad you did, said Paula, you got her away from that bunch of twats she used to hang around with, she was forever getting in trouble."

"Hmm, she still takes the mickey out of the clothes I wear, Sarah said, smiling.

"I don't know why, I think you look nice, that's a lovely dress by the way."

"Thank you."

"That's what I like about you Sarah, you've got your own style, you're strong willed and you're determined."

"Really, in what way?", asked Sarah, as she sipped from her glass.

"Well any girl who can pussy fuck my daughter and leave her a moaning heap on the floor must be made of pretty stern stuff."

Sarah choked and spat her drink across the table. Paula smiled as she looked at the little blonde, a look of horror etched on her face.

"Oh....oh God you know!, ho...how did yo.."

"It's alright, don't get upset, I'm not bothered by it."

"How did you find out?" Sarah asked looking down sheepishly at the table.

"I watched you both through a gap in the door, Wendy never shuts it properly."

"How long?"

"Long enough", smiled Paula filling up her glass, "You're going very red."

"I'm ....sorry."

"What for?, I was quite impressed, a little thing like you doing that to my Wendy, she's not exactly the smallest of girls is she?"

Sarah shook her head still looking down at table.

"I quite liked the 'cry for your mummy' comment, nice touch, where did that come from?"

"It was what Wendy said she was going to make me do", Sarah replied looking up Paula and smiling.

"Thats better, you've got a lovely smile", said Paula taking another sip.

"How many times have you done it since then?"

"A few", replied Sarah, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Has Wendy ever won?"

"No."

"I can't say I'm surprised, considering what I saw", Paula smiled, " I imagine you must have quite a few trophies by now, I noticed you took her thong."

"Erm..one or two, yes", replied Sarah, starting to relax again, although that could have been something to do with the half a bottle of gin she'd consumed.

"Hmmm, I noticed certain ones had disappeared from the wash, have you got the blue one with the little orange stars?"

"Yes", Sarah said, closing her eyes and smiling.

Paula topped up their glasses.

"Have you ever had a sexfight with any other woman?", asked Paula, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs.

"No, I have not!", replied Sarah, quite shocked at the question, "Why, have you?", she asked, eyebrows raised over her glasses.

"Once, a few years ago."

Sarah took a large swig from her glass.

"Did you win?"

"Yes I did", replied Paula.

The two of them sat in an uneasy silence, sipping their drinks and shooting occassional glances at each other. The tension building between them, Paula finally broke the silence.

"Who do you think would win out of us two?", she asked.

"Is that a challenge, Paula?", the blonde asked raising her eyebrows once more.

Paula stood up and walked over to Sarah. Kneeling down next to her, she planted a kiss on her lips.

"What do you think?", the older woman asked.

Sarah grabbed her glass and finished her drink.

"I think we should continue this discussion upstairs", she replied.

"Okay."

They made their way back into to the house. As they reached the top of the stairs, Paula pushed the little blonde against the wall and kissed her again, pushing her tongue deep into her mouth. Sarah responded, grabbing her opponent's ponytail and pulling, whilst digging the fingers of her right hand into her bum cheek through her bathrobe. After a minute or so, Sarah broke off the kiss.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Okay, I'll be in my room."

A few moments later, Sarah entered the room to find Paula standing at the end of the double bed. The late afternoon sun was streaming through the net curtains. Paula shrugged off her bathrobe and let it slip to the floor to reveal a black thong with little red bows at the sides. Her body was quite toned and muscular, a result of spending a lot of her time down the gym or jogging. She was about a size 12 with firm breasts and shapley thighs. She had the same piercing green eyes as her daughter, but her facial features were much sharper, not as soft and angelic but still a very attractive woman who belied her age by a long way. As Sarah looked across at her, she was beginning to think that the alcohol had perhaps given her a very large dose of ill deserved confidence. This was not going to be easy.

"Well?", said Paula fixing her ponytail "In your own time."

Sarah kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her dress. Folding it, she placed it on the dressing table with her bra. Returning to the foot of the bed she stood facing Paula in her ankle socks and a pair of big pink knickers with black lace trim.

"Do you always wear undies like that?"

"Yes, why?"

"No reason, just wondered thats all", Paula shrugged.

"Another thong for my collection", smiled Sarah, trying to give off an air of confidence.

Paula thumbed the waistband and turned to her opponent.

"The only place this is going is back in my drawer, next to your Bridget Jones pants."

The older woman looked at the little blonde. If she hadn't have known better, she would have thought that this little, innocent looking, skinny waif surely couldn't last five minutes, let alone actually make her climax. However, after what she saw in Wendy's room, she knew that Sarah was a lot more formidable than her appearance suggested. The alcohol may slow her down a bit, but she would still be difficult to beat. ' Right ', Paula thought steeling herself, 'You might be younger, but I have the experience and I'm gonna make sure you get the full benefit of it, my sweet looking little friend.'

"Come on Sarah, make your move", Paula beckoned.

Sarah pounced on her, pushing her back onto the bed. Holding Paula's arms down by the wrists, she resumed the kiss before moving down to her breasts, gently gripping her right nipple between her teeth. The older woman gasped as Sarah rolled her tongue over it, occasionally nibbling or sucking. As she made a move for the other one, Paula managed to break free, pushing her opponent off and standing back up at the foot of the bed. Wiping her hand across her forehead, she turned to find Sarah kneeling up the top end of the bed, smiling at her.

"How was that for a start?" she asked

"Not bad, but you'll have to do better than that to get me screaming", Paula replied.

"Oh I'm sure I can manage that", she said patting the mattress in front of her.

Paula kneeled back on the bed facing the blonde. Before she could react, Sarah had her on her back again. She grabbed the thong and pulled it down to her ankles, revealing a waxed brazilian. Paula closed her eyes as she suddenly felt a hand between her legs, the fingers slipping inside her.

"Ohhh.....oh.....fuck!"

"How about that, is that better?", asked Sarah, moving her fingers faster and rubbing her thumb against the older woman's clit

"Oohhhhh......fuckin hell...you little fucking bitch!", groaned Paula.

"Come on Paula, tell me, is that better?"

"Oh...ffuck....no.....no no!"

"Tell me, Paula, tell me!", goaded Sarah, her fingers getting soaked.

"Oh...uuuhhhh....oh....God....yeh....yeah!"

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes....oh oh God .....yes....yes....fuckin....aaahh!"

Sarah pushed her fingers in deeper, feeling the muscles grip around them, she knew Paula was close.

"That's it, that's it, come on Paula, scream bitch!"

"Oh...ohhhhhhh....oh yeh....oh..yeeeaahh....OHHHHHH...GOD NO ....AAAAHHHH!"

Sarah took her fingers out of the older woman's pussy, leaned over her face and licked them.

"I think that's first blood to me", said the little blonde, pulling the thong off and throwing it in the corner. She then got up off the bed.

"Enjoy it bitch, it's the only one you're going to get", replied Paula, getting back to her knees and rubbing her eyes. She couldn't believe how strong this little girl was, if she was going to beat her, she was going to have to try and slow her down.

"Come on Sarah, see if you can do it again", said Paula.

Sarah jumped onto the bed. As she fell forward, Paula wrapped her thighs around the younger girl's midriff and squeezed....hard.