PERFECT PAIR by
Catharsis - Part 4 - Close Equals
With a sudden crash, the two half-dressed girls burst out of
the closet. They pushed one another away, as if disgusted by
the other's presence. Holly picked up the clothes from the
closet floor, checking to make sure she matched the right
sweater to its skirt. She turned to throw Michelle's clothes
at her, only to stop when she noticed what the other blond
was doing. Michelle had grabbed a desk chair and was jamming
it underneath the door knob in an effort to prevent any more
interruptions. She turned around when she was done, and
confronted Holly, breathing hard and heavy.
Seeing the clothing in Holly's hands, she snorted, "Leaving,
are we? Well, don't let me keep from taking a nap. You look
In truth, the girls did look like they'd both been
manhandled by an overly horny but sexually inexperienced
frat pledge that’d passed out drunk before he'd gotten very
far. Their hair was mussed, their pantyhose had developed
runs on their thighs, and their slips were twisted at odd
angles and clung wetly to their skin.
Holly sneered at Michelle's taunt. Right now, her conflict
with the blond was the only thing she could think about.
There was no way she was going to stop until she made
Michelle break down in defeat. "Oh, just a little winded.
You look much worse. I hope I didn't overdo things."
"I'm perfectly fine, thank you."
"I'm so happy to hear that," said Holly.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I suggested something to finish
Holly felt a shiver run up her spine. "Of course not."
"I just realized that we never completed our initial
experiment. We got sidetracked by so many other things." At
this, Michelle began removing her satin camisole. Holly
watched, entranced as the other blond revealed more and more
of her bare skin. "You see," Michelle continued after she'd
lifted the silky lingerie over her head, "there were factors
that were blocking us from conducting the experiment
properly. If you're up to it, let's bring our research to
Holly was more than eager. She pulled her slip over her
head, showing off the matching satin underwear she wore
beneath it. She brushed a few stray strands of hair out of
her face, and glanced over at Michelle. The other blond had
begun to slip her arms out of the straps that held her lace
bra on her shoulders. She glanced at Holly, who was standing
"Anything wrong?" Michelle asked. Secretly, a part of
Michelle hoped that baring her boobs would be too far for
Holly to go. Michelle had already allowed herself to go far
beyond every limit she knew of, and was a little frightened
of the unknown territory she was now in. Few things would
have made her happier than to have Holly capitulate right
Holly pretended not to be disturbed in the slightest. She,
too, began the process of undoing her bra, unwilling to
appear scared. With their eyes staring right at each other,
the two young women slowly undid the hooks that kept their
bras on and discarded them nearby. Their soft, full-figured
breasts hung naked on their chests, glowing in the fading
afternoon light. Both gazed at the other's exposed boobs,
quietly appreciative of the well-formed nipples that tipped
each gorgeous orb. They knew exactly what the next stage of
the battle was, but hesitated never the less. Doubt crept
into their minds as to whether they could withstand such an
Their eyes locked once more. Nervousness and excitement
quickened their heartbeats, and sped their breathing. Their
heaving tits jiggled as they squared off in the middle of
the dorm room. Neither dared to speak or move, despite the
adrenaline urging them forward to clash with everything they
Gradually, snarls curled up their lips, and their faces
changed into masks of anger. Without a sound, they strode
toward one another and slammed their chests together. The
shock of the impact sent twin gasps echoing off the walls.
They remained face to face, flattening their boobs by
pushing with their legs for a few seconds before wobbling
out of balance. Seeking to steady themselves, they grabbed a
hold of each other's blond mane. Twisting and yanking, they
bent at the waist and engaged in a fierce hair pulling
Drawing upright again, Holly felt her tits collide with
Michelle's and each of her nipples rub against its opposing
one on the other blonde’s boobs. The pleasant stimulus
aroused her fleshy prods, and they stiffened. She saw
Michelle bite her lip to keep from crying out at the
enjoyable sensation, and that spurred Holly on. Moving from
side to side, Holly slowly swung her breasts against
Michelle's. Their feminine globes slapped and pounded again
and again, sending erotically charged jolts through their
naked skin. Hardened nipples poked and stabbed roughly as
the two girls attacked each other's tits with ever greater
Michelle increased the force of her grasp on Holly's long
tresses, and began working the other blonde’s head around in
a circle. Holly temporarily forgot about the titfight, and
let out a muffled cry. She, too, redoubled her attacks on
Michelle's hair. Both girls held their breaths, trying to
cause as much pain as they could. When neither could take it
anymore, they exhaled sharply. Immediately setting back at
their grim task, they sucked a quick breath and held it.
Their busts bumped once more, launching undeniably sexual
shivers down to their inner thighs. Exhaling again, the
warring coeds looked directly into each other's faces and
saw the incredible mixture of agony, desire, and
determination that neither could hide any longer.
On and on the two half-nude young women continued their
heated battle. Powerful emotions of pain and arousal swirled
and mingled in their minds like a strong cocktail. Tits
smacked again and again, bobbling about the two girls'
chests. Their scalps ached from the constant torture their
hands meted out, and the excited groans they expelled
spiraled higher and higher in pitch. Intoxicated with both
lust and hatred, the nearly naked pair kept at it, weaving
chaotically around the room. Lost in the struggle, the rest
of the world vanished from their minds. Panting and gasping,
they fought for what seemed like forever, yanking hair,
bashing breasts, and locking arms and legs together.
Careening out of control, the battling beauties crashed at
full speed into Michelle's dresser. Thrown apart, Holly fell
down onto the floor, and Michelle landed in a heap on her
bed. Both were tired and sucking air like fish out of water.
Their sweaty bosoms heaved up and down, and their mouths
made noises that were a cross between whimpers of pain and
moans of arousal. They gazed at each other in near disbelief
at how far their duel had taken them. Neither felt she could
carry on, but neither wanted to call a halt to the
hostilities and thus admit that she was the lesser of the
two. And so they sat there, not taking their eyes off of
each other, for several minutes.
The phone rang, shocking them back to reality. In a daze,
Michelle leaned over to pick up the receiver. She stopped
when she realized that she hadn't the breath to talk
normally to whoever was on the other end of the line. For a
few more seconds, the phone continued to ring, and then the
answering machine picked up.
Through its speaker, the two worn out girls heard, "Hi,
Michelle. It's Gina. I hope you get this message in time.
Rachel and I are playing volleyball here at the gym for a
little bit, and wanted to get together with you and Holly
for dinner this evening, say, about five-thirty-ish at the
dining hall. Hope you two can make it. I'm curious what
you've been up to this afternoon. See you then. Bye."
No one said a word for some time. Finally, Holly got up off
of the floor and stood up, leaning against the wall for
support. Michelle just stared at her, watching Holly's
pendulous tits sway in the waning sunlight.
"Well," Holly said at last, "you up to it?"
Michelle swallowed. "Dinner, or beating you?" She wasn't
exactly sure what Holly was talking about, but she wasn't
about to say "no" to any challenge the other blond threw at
Holly grinned weakly. "Our roommates will be waiting for us.
We can't let them down, now, can we?" Michelle moved her
head in agreement. "Besides, you don't have the energy to
keep going, do you?"
Michelle paused, and then stood up. Shaking her tousled hair
defiantly, she said, "Step on over here and find out. If
Holly removed her hand from the wall and turned to face
Michelle. The coeds, topless and dressed in nothing but
pantyhose and underwear, stood still for several seconds,
glowering at each other as they felt a tension building back
up between them. Their bodies yearned to be reunited in
unbridled sensual combat.
"Gina and Rachel will be coming here to drop off their gym
clothes before going to dinner, right?" Holly suddenly
"You're right." Michelle spun her head this way and that,
taking in the mess that lay about the room. "We need to
As if a magic spell had been cast, both girls immediately
went to work picking up discarded clothing and anything else
out of place. The pair's shared habit of cleanliness kicked
in, driving out all thoughts of aggression. In a flash, the
dorm room was spotless, and the two had gotten dressed in
their skirts and sweaters again.
All that was left was for them to fix their makeup. Given
that there was only one decent-sized mirror in the room for
them to use, the hasty truce both had made became in
imminent danger of collapsing. Jostling each other with
their hips and shoulders, they strained to get a good view
of what they were applying to their faces. Pressing harder
and harder into each other's bodies, the two found their
concentration torn between hurriedly getting presentable for
their roommates and holding back a strong desire drop
everything and wrap their arms around each other in a
fierce, crushing embrace.
They both finished powdering up just as Gina and Rachel
arrived, laden down with gym bags. As if nothing had
happened, Holly and Michelle greeted them warmly and asked
how the volleyball game had gone. Chatting and smiling, the
four wandered out into the hallway, picked up a few
neighbors, and set out for supper.
Back in her normal social element, Holly reverted to her
usual kind and quiet demeanor. Michelle did, too, and kept
her eyes away from Holly's for fear that the powerful
emotions the other blond stirred in her would erupt from
their hiding place deep inside of her.
The gaggle of girls picked up their food and found a big,
empty table to eat at. Everyone insisted that Holly and
Michelle sit next to each other, and the two didn't dare
show their true colors and object. Rachel peppered them with
questions as soon as they got situated.
"So, who made the first move?" she asked excitedly. Holly's
heart jumped into her throat. She calmed it back down;
reminding herself that there was no way Rachel could know
what had transpired while the two blonds had been by
"I guess I did," admitted Michelle, "with some prompting
"Hey, I just made a suggestion," blurted Gina, in between
bites. "You're the one who picked up the phone."
Michelle smiled. Internally, she sighed in relief that her
roommate showed no sign of knowing what she'd been up to all
"And now you two are getting along great. That's so cool."
Rachel said. "I knew you two would hit it off once we got
Holly nodded. "I just needed a push to get me to come out of
my shell. I think Michelle did, too." Michelle shot a glance
over at Holly at this. "Once she did, though, she made quite
a good impression on me. I must have made a pretty good one
on her as well."
Michelle bristled as she caught the double meaning behind
Holly's words, but her body language gave no sign of her
annoyance. "The nerve of her!" she thought. "If she wants to
play like that, I'll give her more than she can handle."
Rachel interrupted her internal dialog. "What'd you two end
up talking about all afternoon?"
"Psychology, mainly." Michelle said. "Holly gave me a sneak
peek of one of the courses I'll be taking next semester."
"Which one is that?"
"Childhood development," Holly and Michelle said in unison.
"Interesting," Rachel said. "So, stuff like how kids learn
new activities and how they build relationships?"
"Well, she's only given me a little taste of what she knows
so far," said Michelle, knowing Holly would notice the
hidden slight in her choice of words.
She did, and added, "I'm not an expert, of course, but I
think I got a firm grasp on the material."
Rachel looked slightly puzzled, and Holly worried that she
was catching on to the hidden repartee inside her and
Michelle's manner of speaking. Thankfully, she seemed
oblivious to it. The conversation turned to other topics,
and the two shy blonds ate in silence, studiously ignoring
When it was time to go, Rachel accidentally left her purse
at the table. Gina chided Rachel about her always forgetting
things. She teasingly wondered aloud how Rachel could have
ever gotten into college with such a habit.
"Maybe we should ask someone who's got a firm grasp on
things," Michelle spoke, just loud enough for only Holly to
Holly remained calm and smiled at Michelle. With a pleasant
look on her face, she responded barely above a whisper, "I'm
glad that sneak peek I gave you was enough for you to figure
out where you stand."
Holly turned to leave, and Michelle retorted to the back of
her head, "I'm not intimately familiar with the subject yet,
but I'm confident I'll master it when the time comes."
Both girls fumed all the way back to their dorm rooms.
The evening wore on as dull as the overcast October sky.
Holly sat at her desk, leafing through her notes, but not
reading a single word. Rachel had gone across the hall to
talk with a group of their neighbors in the dorm, leaving
Holly to her pantomime of studying. In actuality, Holly
could focus on nothing but Michelle. Her mind played an
incessant film loop of the blond-haired girl: her bright,
shining eyes; her full, pouting lips; her smooth, perfect,
bare skin; her round, swelling breasts tipped by two
Holly shook her head, desperate to clear those thoughts and
images from her brain. A sudden yearning grew between her
legs, and she felt her pussy begin to moisten. Gritting her
teeth, she willed her body to be calm. "That girl is the
Devil," Holly thought to herself. She opened one of her
books for Literature class and forced her eyes to read it.
Rachel returned to the room, and immediately sat down at her
computer to do some instant messaging and school work. Eight
o'clock arrived, followed frighteningly fast by nine o'clock
and then nine thirty. Holly had flipped through sixty pages
of the novel she held in her hands, but if anyone had asked
her what it was about, she wouldn't have been able to answer
A knock on the door broke the two roommates out of their
solitary reverie. Gina stood in the doorway holding a
plastic grocery bag.
"Hey," Rachel said.
"Hey," Gina replied, lifting the bag up to where the redhead
could see. Through the thin, white plastic, the outline of a
six-pack of beer was easily visible.
"Hey hey!" said Rachel, grinning.
"You up for a party?" the short-haired brunette asked.
"You know it. Where at?"
"Off campus. Heather's apartment."
"Cool." Rachel turned around in her chair to face Holly.
"It's gonna be just a small group. Probably an all-nighter,"
said Gina, looking at Rachel. Rachel thought better of the
question she was about to ask, and closed her mouth.
Holly smiled weakly. "I'm going to have to beg off on this
one, Rachel. I'm probably going to go to sleep pretty soon
anyway so I can get up early tomorrow to exercise." She
stretched her arms out, as if to emphasize that point.
"Okay, then," her roommate chirped. She made a few clicks
with her mouse, shut off her computer monitor, and stood to
grab her jacket. "Good night. I'll see you around
"Good night. Have fun." Gina and Rachel merely laughed as
they zipped up their coats and headed out the door.
Time ticked by. The book Holly had been pretending to read
sat unopened on her desk. She could have blamed her
difficulty studying on the loud music coming from her next
door neighbor's speakers, but that wouldn't have been the
whole truth. Visions of Gina's irksome roommate appeared and
tormented the young blond. The demonic bitch had wormed her
way into her brain, and wouldn't let go. She remembered the
call that had begun the day's descent into crazed conflict.
Michelle's voice had sounded sweet and sugary in her ear.
Several minutes passed, and Holly found that she was staring
at the phone.
Frustrated, she got up, intending to get dressed for bed.
Opening her dresser drawer, she rummaged through the stack
of warm, flannel nightshirts, trying to decide which one to
wear. Her fingers stopped abruptly. They felt something that
Holly had forgotten was there. Her breathing slowly started
to speed up, and her head swiveled around to look once more
at the phone. She stood motionless as a statue, attempting
to justify to her conscience why she should follow the
impulsive plan that had leaped into her mind.
Leaving the drawer open, Holly walked over to the phone. She
picked up the receiver, silently mouthing the words, "I must
defeat my demons. I must defeat my demons." over and over
Michelle answered on the second ring. "Hello?" she said,
wondering why Rachel would be calling for Gina, who had left
to go over to the redhead's dorm an hour ago.
"Hi, Michelle." said Holly softly, quieter than her usual
airy tone. Michelle's body shivered at the sound of her
Willing herself to remain calm, she said, "What can I do for
"I have a problem. I think you know what it is, because you
have a very similar one."
Michelle felt her heart begin to pound harder. She matched
the slow cadence of Holly's voice as she replied. "You're
thinking that we can find a solution together?"
"Yes. Come on over, so we can discuss it face to face."
"Is there anything I should bring? You know that you only
have to ask, and I'll let you have it."
The hidden meaning in Michelle's words didn't affect Holly
at all. "Just come..." she said, then paused for a moment,
thinking of the best way to phrase her idea.”...as
delicately as you can. This is a private matter."
Michelle was silent for a minute. Only the faint breeze of
her excited breathing could be heard. At last, she spoke.
"Of course. I'll be sensitive to your needs."
Holly took a long, deep breath, and exhaled. "And I promise
to return the favor with equal kindness."
"See you soon."
"I'll be waiting."
The two hung up simultaneously. Giddiness like they had
never felt before filled them with energy, and they set to
their preparations with total concentration. The nervousness
and trepidation both of them would normally feel was
completely absent. Their bottled-up pride and egotism had
been uncorked, and was now bubbling out as a nasty, catty
desire to prove their superiority over each other. Whatever
it took. Whatever the consequences.
To Be Continued