Posted by Russ on 3/5/2003, 10:50 am
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I've only seen one catfight too. Unfortunately, it was my sister. We were in High School, waiting for the bus. Yes, we were losers - no wheels. A new girl had moved into the neighborhood that summer and she was in my grade. She was hot! Her name was Tammy. You know how it is in High School - a good-looking new girl moves in, and the guys forget all the other girls for a while. That's what happened. Sis didn't have any personal distaste for Tammy, but she got jealous of all the attention the guys gave her. Sis was a looker too, and she was used to being king of the girl's hill. On top of that, she and Tommy had broke up over the summer, and he was really hot for Tammy. Both Sis and Tammy were cheerleaders, and I suspect that Sis did some trash talking among her friends about Tammy. Anyway, that Friday, the three of us were waiting for the bus. There was a pep rally at school that day, and both Sis and Tammy were in their cheerleading uniforms. I couldn't take my eyes off Tammy's tan legs and her cotton top. She stretched the cotton shirt to the max!. I don't know who bumped who, but one did. I guess the animosity had been building for a while. Both Sis and Tammy dropped their books and squared off. I couldn't believe it! Sis pushed Tammy hard - in the chest. Sis was smiling, enjoying it. Tammy pushed back with her right hand, but more directed to Sis's left breast. That wiped the smile off Sis's face! Then both went for the hair. Both of them had two handfuls of hair and they wrestled around yanking hair and screaming. I thought for sure the neighbors were going to come out. Sis let go of Tammy's hair with her right hand and slapped her. It was loud. For a second, I felt sorry for Tammy. Then Tammy let go of Sis's hair and grabbed the top of Sis's cheerleading skirt, yanking it towards her. Sis's hips curved in towards Tammy as the waistband pulled her from the back. In a second, Tammy's right knee flew up between Sis's legs, forcing her thighs apart and crashing home. The cheerleading skirt was designed to fly up when the girls did jumps and splits, so it offered no protection at all. The only thing between Sis's groin and Tammy's knee was her panties, and they didn't help either. I figured that since girls have their plumbing inside, it wouldn't hurt more than a hard kick in the butt. I was wrong. Sis screamed and dropped like a sack of potatoes. Tammy grabbed a handful of hair, yanked Sis's head back, and slapped the crap out of her. Sis couldn't do anything, as she was crying and cupping her crotch. Tammy reared back to slap Sis again, and I stepped between them and said that's enough. I felt kind of like a heel for Sis - as family, there is always some obligation to take up the fight. However, no way was I going to hit a girl under any circumstances. Fact is, I didn't want to hit her - I wanted to throw her down and kiss her. Just then, we heard the bus coming. Tammy straightened out her hair and grabbed her books. Sis managed to roll over on her knees and sit up. She didn't want the other kids on the bus to see her grabbing her groin. She sat there, white knuckles gripping her knees, rocking back and forth, while the bus picked up Tammy. The bus driver must have known something was up, since Sis and I didn't get on. She didn't let on if she did. A couple minutes later, a friend drove by and gave us a ride. Tammy didn't say anything about the fight at school. But during the school year, she would occasionally rub it in - lightly grabbing her crotch in front of Sis when nobody else was around. Sis didn't have any more fight in her. I got to tell you - you couldn't have given me a car that year - waiting for the bus was my dream come true. Tammy seemed to especially like to do that when I was around - it must of been more embarassing for Sis. I was somewhat disappointed afterwards: I have always wondered if the girls would have eventually gone for each other's breasts is I had just let it go and the bus not come. That must sound kind of sick, since Sis was involved. But I can't lie - the thought of her grabbing Tammy's tits gets me stirred up even now. Shoot - even the thought of Tammy with her hands up Sis' cheerleading top, squeezing tits, is exciting. That part worries me. The end result: Tammy got Tommy, which was a blessing in disguise: he got her pregnant later that year. Good thing it wasn't Sis. I got a life-long obsession with catfighting. Sis learned not to judge a book by the smile - that Tammy was a tiger!. Russ