Posted by Peter on 11/22/2002, 7:27 am
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Emma returned during the afternoon and strolled into the bedroom where Elizabeth and I were still comfortably ensconced in her bed. The moment she walked into the room Elizabeth, totally naked, sprang out of bed and approached her, saying "Hello sweetie, oh don't you just look divine in that outfit." Elizabeth then gripped Emma's shoulders strongly, pulled her close and kissed her passionately, before saying "Re-match, Sweetie?" Emma was quite startled, and clearly she was a girl it took an awful lot to startle, but quickly replied "When?" Elizabeth replied "Mmmm, now-ish." before kissing her again and starting to undress her. Whilst they continued kissing, Elizabeth unbuttoned Emma's jacket and slipped it off and then her blouse, reached behind and expertly unhooked her lacey black bra and pulled it off then unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Whilst still kissing her Elizabeth then walked Emma over to the bed, threw her onto it, knelt and removed her shoes, then removed her stockings and matching black panties with her teeth. Murmering "Mmmm wish I had your legs, sweetie." To which Emma gallantly replied "Wish I had yours, darling girl." Elizabeth then stood and extended her hands, which Emma took, and pulled her to her feet and into the middle of the fighting area. After a final lengthly kiss they separated. This time they circled each other for a couple of minutes, guards up, before anything happened. It was during this time, while I was still digesting the extraordinary sight of Elizabeth undressing Emma, as I looked at Elizabeth moving carefully, her face a mask of concentration, that something inside me said that things would be OK. By that I don't mean that I had any strong premonition about who would win, although Elizabeth was my sentimental favourite I didn't really know whether I was confusing wanting her to win with thinking that she would. Rather I simply felt that, after her stunning and total defeat by Emma the previous evening, Elizabeth had clearly recovered her confidence and was now doing something she really wanted to do in fighting Emma again. I felt that whether Elizabeth won or lost this second fight, she would be OK about it. I was thus able to relax and enjoy the spectacle of the catfight between these two beautiful and evenly matched women. At some point, I didn't really see it but Elizabeth did, Emma made some mistake with her footwork and Elizabeth pounced with a beautiful left jab, straight right combination and caught Emma with both punches. It rocked her on her feet. Perhaps because there was so much riding on this fight, Elizabeth did not follow up immediately but continued to move warily looking for another opening. After about another minute, Elizabeth danced forward as if to deliver another left-right combination but then merely feinted. Emma's left shot out like an express train and Elizabeth caught it at full extension with her left, then gripped it with her right as well and twisted it violently inwards until she was standing behind Emma holding her in an armbar. The pain must have been considerable judging by the cry Emma gave out. Without pause as she moved behind Emma, Elizabeth kicked the back of Emma's right knee hard with her right foot and then as Emma fell, still holding the armbar with her left hand, crooked her right arm around Emma's throat. Elizabeth then relinquished the armbar and used both arms to trap Emma in a headlock from behind, dragging her back on her heels at the same time. Emma's face flushed and her arms flailed wildly. She then dug her nails into Elizabeth's arms for all she was worth but Elizabeth, knowing she was in a winning position, held on grimly. Emma's face turned bright red and I moved forward to catch her eye. She signalled her surrender to me and I laid my hands on Elizabeth's arms and said "Let her go darling, you've won!" I caught Emma as Elizabeth let her go and then held her upright in my arms for about 5 minutes or so as she gasped for air. Her sweating, heaving body felt fantastic I might add. When Emma had recovered her breath, if not totally her composure, I heard a soft, familiar voice behind me saying "Oh look, the boot is on the other footsie!" and turned to see a radiant Elizabeth, in all her glory, sitting on the edge of the bed with one of Emma's recently discarded court shoes on her right foot, which was crossed over her left leg and swinging cutely from side to side! Emma, who had taken her defeat almost in her stride and who I don't think cried at all, aside from the tears induced by the physical effects of the headlock, grinned broadly. She went over to Elizabeth, and still grinning broadly, removed the shoe and began to administer the required body worship. Elizabeth then straddled her face and enjoyed a pleasant ride with many an "Oh sweetie" "Oh clever sweetie" "Oh naughty sweetie" etc When Emma brought the bonds to be tied up with and presented them to Elizabeth the latter said " Oh sweetie I think that was more your fantasy than mine, just come to bed and play." Several hours later I lay with both girls heads resting on my shoulders and they were each half draped over me with my arms around them, their held hands resting on my chest. Emma said "Smashing fight today darling girl, decider tommorrow?" Elizabeth said "Love to, sweetie." I said "Actually, lets not do that." They both said in unison "Why not?" "Think about it" I said "I've never seen two girls more gone on each other than you two are. I've never seen girls fight as well as you two either and I've never seen a more even match than you two are together. The result tomorrow wouldn't really prove anything, as far as I'm concerned you could toss a coin. The trouble is, the loser is going to want a re-match. Then there'll be another re-match. If you were to fight ten times my money would be on a five all draw. But if it were six to four one way or the other, it would go on, because you're both like that. You haven't really hurt each other yet, thank goodness, but if this goes on you will, the fights will inevitably become more vicious and this cosy threesome, which I'm quite fond of by the way, will disintegrate. You have both experienced the thrill of conquering the other and of being conquered by them. You've gone places together that most people will literally never even dream of. We'll always have those memories. Your all square at the moment and that's the way it should stay because things will always be right between you. Neither of you should beat the other in my mere masculine opinion - not because neither of you deserves to win but because neither of you deserves to lose. I love the physical contest between you two but can't we just wrestle together from now on and be lovers?" For two chatty girls in close proximity the silence that followed was deafening.