PERFECT PAIR by
Catharsis - Part 3 - Identical Match
The two practically flew back to Michelle's dorm. In the
common room, three girls were loudly gossiping. One of them
called out, "Hey, Michelle. What's up?"
"I gotta go grab something in my room," she replied. A
thrilling shiver ran up Holly's spine.
"And I'm going to help you get it," murmured Holly, just
loud enough for Michelle to hear it. Michelle's hands tensed
and she shot a look back at Holly.
When they got to the room, they found that Gina had left a
note on the door about being gone for a while. Michelle
paused, and a small smirk crept across her lips as she read
it. She calculated that the pair had the next hour or so to
Holly noticed the same thing, and it thrilled her. Defeating
this copycat shouldn't take that much longer, she thought,
and it was going to be sinfully rewarding indeed. Michelle
had pushed her into unfamiliar territory, but Holly had done
just as much to ramp up the intensity of their contest. The
urge she felt to dominate the other blond was stronger than
ever, and she was ready to outdo Michelle in anything the
other girl could come up with.
"Well," Holly chirped politely, "aren't you going to show me
Michelle glared at her, with a cheery smile still on her
face. She unlocked the door and motioned Holly inside. "I'd
be perfectly happy to." The door closed behind them. Out in
the hallway, the sound of the lock clicking firmly shut rang
with a hint of finality.
Once inside, the two girls were immediately in each other's
faces. All pretense of civility was gone from their
expressions. They huffed at each other, driven by anger,
adrenaline, and the excitement of the coming conflict.
Holly pulled her pink fuzzy sweater over her head and shook
her hair back into place. Her bosom heaved beneath her
creamy slip that was embroidered with delicate lace. The
sleek satin shone in the afternoon light coming through the
window. "Is this what you needed to grab?"
"No," muttered Michelle, a slight growl creeping into her
voice. "Something more impressive, like this." She, too,
removed her sweater, unashamedly revealing the expensive,
silky camisole she wore. It had thin shoulder straps, and
was decorated with an intricate pattern of lace at the top.
Each girl glanced furtively at the sizable cleavage adorning
the other's curvy figure. Envy filled them both, and fueled
the hatred each was nurturing toward the other. They knew
that their duel was about to reach a new level, and they
braced themselves for an all-out war.
"I hate to break it to you, Michelle, but your eyesight must
"Oh, I don't think so, Holly."
"You don't? Somehow that doesn't surprise me."
Michelle said through clenched teeth, "I guess there's only
one way to find out for sure."
At that, the two collided together. Their tits ballooned
beneath the thin undergarments they wore, threatening to
send them erupting out of their bras. Both moaned from the
abrupt contact their bodies had made. Instead of backing
off, they wrapped their arms around each other and gazed
into each other's eyes.
"I promise to stop when you get tired," Holly said.
"Wouldn't want to overstay my welcome."
"Don't worry. I've got more than enough energy left. But, I
promise to be a good hostess and let you recuperate when you
"I seriously doubt I'll need to impose on you like that."
"Then please allow me to show you the full extent of my
hospitality." Michelle tightened her grip on Holly's
midsection. She raised herself up onto her toes, causing the
two girls' bosoms to slide against each other. A flush ran
to both of their cheeks. They held their breaths for a
moment, savoring the sensations emanating from their chests.
Michelle dropped back down onto her heels, her quiet exhale
harmonizing with the delicate sound of satin rubbing against
Not to be outdone, Holly retaliated by gyrating her torso,
forcing her supple breasts in a circular motion around her
rival's pair. The girls felt their nipples grow and harden
underneath the fabric of their lingerie, yearning for ever
greater stimulation. Michelle reciprocated Holly's maneuver,
squeezing the other blond closer whenever their boobs
stopped touching. Their stomachs met, and ripples of
pleasure shot through them both. Panting and letting out
high-pitched whimpers, the two dueled this way for some
time. Though neither wanted to admit it, each was becoming
more and more aroused as the test of wills went on. They
scattered those thoughts from their minds, vowing to use the
pleasant feelings they knew they were generating in each
other as a means of making the other give up.
After one too many overzealous hugs from Michelle, Holly
grew frustrated and drew her arms tight. Michelle groaned,
crushed by the sudden, strong embrace.
"Oh, excuse me," Holly said. "I forgot how fragile cheap
imitations can sometimes be."
Michelle squeezed back, eliciting a rough grunt from Holly.
"You just realized that about yourself?"
Holly grimaced. "Hmm, how should I break this to you
"Give it your best shot," Michelle said, in between gasps.
Holly answered by locking her fingers around her wrists and
wrenching her arms tighter than ever. A tortured moan came
from Michelle's mouth. The blond felt her breasts being
crushed, but she knew that Holly's were taking just as much
punishment. Her muscles tensed, increasing the pressure on
Holly's rib cage.
A long, loud groan emanated from the entwined pair. Neither
was particularly strong, but the bear hug they found
themselves in was more intense than they could have
imagined. The feel of their sensitive boobs being driven
together with nothing more than a few layers of thin
material between them sent thrills up and down their spines.
Those emotions were now tempered, though, with the pain
their fierce embrace was generating. The powerful mixture
was unlike anything either had experienced before. They
welcomed it, casting aside all of their apprehensions.
Again and again the two young women gripped each other with
all of their might, let out agonizing moans, and then
relaxed. Their breathing became more and more labored. Their
bodies were warm, and the heat from their close contact was
getting uncomfortable. Even so, they carried on in their
fearsome struggle, squeezing and crushing each other, for
quite some time. Their palms began to get sweaty, and
perspiration formed on their skin beneath the silky tops
they wore. As their restraint melted away, their groans
turned into frustrated growls. Their fingers clawed at each
other's backs, sending sharp nails poking at soft flesh.
On and on, the battle raged higher and ever more wildly.
Each girl could scarcely believe how out of control things
had gotten, but was determined to come out the winner.
Grunting like animals, they smashed their bodies into each
other without pause. Their hands slid about their upper
bodies, searching for purchase. Breasts pounded breasts in a
rough tit fight.
Each slithered a knee between her rival's legs, slowly
lifting her hem up onto her thighs. Michelle noticed this,
and grabbed a big handful of Holly's behind through her
skirt. Her knee worked its way further upwards than before,
sending a shock through Holly's system. The muscles in the
two coeds' nylon-covered legs flexed, holding them in
position for a brief second. Holly exhaled, and clasped both
of her hands on Michelle's round ass. With a growl, she
drove her knee up at Michelle's crotch, parting the other
blonde’s thighs and causing their hose to make a distinct
noise as it rubbed swiftly. Michelle made a noise that was
half angry grunt and half erotic shriek. Not to be outdone,
she responded by massaging her fingers up and down the rear
of Holly's skirt, causing her to gasp in arousal.
Heads on each other's shoulders, the girls continued
grinding their tits as they pulled and tugged at the back of
each other's skirt. For several minutes, the torrid duel
went on. Each strove to pour on more sensation than her
opponent could handle. Breathing heavily, they grasped each
other firmly and rubbed their bodies lewdly together.
Eventually, Michelle's hands hiked Holly's skirt all the way
up to where she could feel the bottom of her foe's slip. She
stroked it with one finger, forcing Holly to inhale sharply.
"Looking for something?" Holly asked.
"I think I found it, thanks." Michelle teased at Holly's
thigh through the satin, and Holly's panting increased in
pitch. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is that too much for you?"
Holly swallowed, determined not to be intimidated. "Of
course not. Here, let me make it easier for you." She moved
one hand towards her own skirt, but Michelle stopped her.
"That's all right. I'll do it myself. You sound like you're
getting winded." Michelle found the zipper on Holly's skirt,
and began undoing it.
"Not at all," snapped Holly. The tone in her voice told
Michelle that the blonde’s temper was near its limit.
Michelle took some solace in it. She wasn't sure how much
more of Holly's assault she could take before she begged her
to stop. She knew that she only had to last longer than
Holly did, and prayed that the blond would blow her top
Holly, for her part, was fighting two urges at once. One
wanted to push Michelle away and call an end to their
conflict. The other wanted to let Michelle touch her, please
her, and satisfy her in a most intimate way. The former, she
knew, wouldn't solve the problem between the two of them,
and the latter was something she'd rather not think about.
Through sheer force of will, she focused on doing everything
she could to make Michelle break down in defeat. She tugged
on the zipper on Michelle's skirt, and loosened it to the
point where she could remove it.
The two girls soon stood face to face only half dressed.
Holly's full-length slip contrasted with Michelle's camisole
and half-slip combo. Despite themselves, they scanned each
other's bodies, taking in every curve, and marveling at how
similar they were.
"Like what you see?" taunted Holly.
"It's no better than what I see in the mirror each morning."
Michelle returned the hate-filled stare that Holly was
Holly frowned. "Come over here and I'll show you what you
At that, the two females collided with a loud yell. Their
arms wrapped completely around each other. Their tits
mushroomed upward, deepening their cleavage. Their hands
slid about their partially-clothed bodies, bunching up the
silky fabric that covered their bodies. Fingers caressed
their backs and rear ends, firmly drawing lines with their
manicured nails. Tighter and tighter they squeezed, forcing
the air from each other's lungs. Grunting and groaning, the
pair danced about the room, locked in a writhing mass of
satin and skin, perfume and sweat.
All at once, they heard girls' voices on the other side of
the door. They broke apart, fearful of being discovered.
"What do you suppose is going on in there?" one voice
"I dunno. You think we should check it out?" said another.
Holly and Michelle quickly gathered up their sweaters and
skirts as a knock came at the door. Michelle's heart leaped
into her throat at the thought of Gina or the hall's
Resident Adviser unlocking the door and seeing her and
Holly. She quickly motioned Holly toward the small closet on
one wall where she kept her clothes. The knob rattled, and
the two darted into the tiny space and shut the narrow door
behind them. There, in the dark, they listened as the girls
outside knocked again. They were both breathing heavily from
exertion and excitement, and trying hard to quiet themselves
For a couple minutes, Holly and Michelle kept an ear out for
trouble. They couldn't tell if the girls had gone away or
not. Holly's eyes adjusted to the dim light leaking in
around the door frame, and she examined the various dresses
that hung around her. She took particular note of a
beautiful silk nightgown that was hanging on a hook by
itself on the wall just behind her.
"Enjoying this part of the tour?" Michelle said at last in a
Holly whispered back, "It's no better than what I see every
The two girls stood there clutching their clothes for a
moment, their blood beginning to boil again. They wanted
nothing more than to drop what they had and tear into each
other, but, as the recent interruption proved, they had to
be careful if they wanted to keep their fight a secret.
Holly felt a little claustrophobic in the cramped space, and
took a step toward the door. Michelle reached out her hand
and blocked the way. Her face was barely an inch from
"Going so soon?" she said softly.
Holly looked right into Michelle's eyes. "Is there anything
worth staying here for?" she asked snidely.
"Stick around and you might be surprised." Michelle's voice
contained an overtly challenging tone. "But, if you really
think you've had enough..."
A silent tension filled the air. Holly's breathing sped up.
Michelle chuckled lightly, thinking that Holly was
hesitating because she didn't want to continue. She was
wrong. Michelle's laughter was cut short as Holly let her
clothes fall to the floor.
"I could keep going all day," Holly snapped. She drew one
arm around Michelle's head, and planted a deep, probing kiss
upon her lips. Michelle let out a muffled moan, and brought
her hands up in a feeble defense. Her fingers ran up the
front of Holly's slip, stopping only when they reached the
underside of the girl's boobs. Now it was Holly's turn to
emit a high-pitched, but gentle whimper. Michelle's hands
kept rising, pushing the pliant flesh of Holly's breasts
upwards and curling around them. Holly retaliated, taking
her free hand and cupping one of Michelle's tits. Her lips
parted suddenly with an erotic gasp, and the two girls
panted into each other's mouths.
"Remember, we need to be quiet now," Holly whispered.
"Best take heed of your own advice." Michelle grinned
devilishly, and gave Holly's boobs a solid squeeze. A growl
grew in Holly's throat, and she stifled it by pressing her
body into the other blonde’s, flattening her against the
closet wall, and resuming her attack upon her rival's mouth.
Her tongue flicked and darted, dueling with Michelle's. Her
hand explored Michelle's feminine flesh, rubbing Michelle's
camisole against the lacy brassiere underneath of it. She
felt Michelle squirm as she did so, and that fueled her
Holly's confidence fled in the next instant, however, as
Michelle's grasping fingers found her nipples. Her thin slip
hid a simple, satin bra, and the combination wasn't enough
to protect her sensitive nubs. Holly grunted softly, her
mouth still locked with her foe's. Michelle purred, and her
fingertips circled Holly's aureoles. Holly redoubled her
efforts, and soon the pair was heatedly making out and
groping each other in the small, darkened closet, growing
more and more aroused as time went on.
Holly discovered that, although Michelle was reacting well
to her ministrations, her own body was rapidly losing
control over itself. Michelle's tender caresses of her boobs
were sending shock waves of pleasure straight to her most
private area. Eager to prevent Michelle from overwhelming
her, Holly pushed herself further into Michelle, pinning her
against one wall of the closet.
"Mind your manners," Michelle chided.
"You mind yours," Holly retorted. She removed her hand from
behind Michelle's head and let her nails trace down her
back. The blond arched her back and moaned in response.
Michelle freed her trapped hands and grabbed Holly's ass.
She wrapped one leg around Holly, mounting the blonde’s
thigh. Holly felt the other girl's satin slip slide up her
leg, and felt the heat from Michelle's burning crotch. She
understood what it meant, and wasn't blind to the erotic
twinges coming from her own intimate region. This fight was
getting filthier and nastier by the minute, but she knew she
couldn't show any sign of weakness, or she'd never be able
to face Michelle again without shame. Still, her suppression
of the urge to break off the battle in disgust was allowing
entirely opposite emotions to build inside her. Holly had
never experienced such powerful feelings, and found it more
and more difficult to stop.
With only the sound of their rapid breathing marring the
stillness, the coeds fought on towards exhaustion, sliding
their satin-covered tits against one another and grinding
their nylon-clad thighs together. After quite some time had
passed, Michelle closed her eyes in anguish. A fervent
desire had arisen in her, and cried out to be fulfilled.
Desperate to maintain control, she whispered a mild curse.
Holly slowed down, thinking that Michelle had finally
reached her limit. Not wanting the pleasure to stop,
Michelle yanked on Holly's slip and drove her knee upward
into Holly's groin. Holly inhaled suddenly, and then
whispered a curse of her own and resumed the undulating
battle their bodies were engaged in. As the minutes ticked
by, they continued writhing together and cussing at each
other in soft whispers. Neither had ever spoken these foul
words aloud before, and the thrill of being able to speak
such awful language brought their contest to a new level.
Each took turns mouthing ruder and more disgusting phrases
into each other's ears, tickling their lobes with the soft
force of their breath.
It was getting hot inside the enclosed closet, and the
closeness of their bodies had made sweat form beneath their
satin undergarments, causing them to stick uncomfortably.
Despite this, the two girls continued grappling and bashing
their boobs with complete disregard for everything except
outlasting her opponent.
Having lost all track of time, they were quite surprised
when the lock to the dorm room clicked and the door swung
open. The two froze in place, embracing each other and
feeling the other's heart pound heavily in her chest. They
heard the door shut.
Gina's voice rang through the closet door. "Well, they're
not here either."
"Odd. I wonder what they're up to," the entwined coeds heard
"I dunno. Let me refill my water bottle, and we'll head
Holly and Michelle remained as still as statues for the next
few minutes, listening to Gina and Rachel gather stuff in
preparation for going to the gym. The passion that had built
up inside of them dissipated as they waited. All that was
left behind was a strong animosity. Holly was ticked off
that Michelle had made her experience such sexual feelings.
Michelle was, too, and she resolved to crush Holly and
humiliate her as soon as the chance presented itself.
"OK," said Gina at last, "you ready?"
"Almost. I need one more thing."
In the closet, Holly and Michelle heard someone take a few
steps towards them. The footsteps stopped, and then they
could hear nothing. Both were imagining the door to the
closet opening suddenly, and prayed that that would not
happen. Instead, silence reigned for a few seconds. Then,
they heard Gina speak, her voice gently chuckling.
"That can wait until later, OK?"
"OK," said Rachel.
The two blonds heard their roommates pick up their gear, and
then leave the room, locking the door behind them. There was
a long pause in the small dorm room, during which everything
was silent and still.
To Be Continued