Had they been
somewhere else Amanda sensed that Rebecca would have flung
herself upon her at this point and they would now be in the
middle of a fight. But how could that happen here? Gradually
Amanda became aware of a rustling underneath the blanket,
and an insidious tickling that began on her left thigh.
Rebecca's bare right hand was caressing her underneath the
Amanda again did not flinch; she was expecting more-- a pinch, perhaps. But Rebecca's small, feminine hand gently stroked the top of her thigh through her jeans. Then boldly the hand dove down between Amanda's thighs, creeping, exploring the inner, sensitive surface. All the while Rebecca did not turn or acknowledge any of her actions, but continued to pretend to watch the game. Her silent, unseen hand was the aggressor, firm and caressing.
Quickly and smoothly underneath the blanket Amanda reached down and seized Rebecca's wrist to bring an end to it. How dare she touch her like that! When caught, Rebecca's wrist wriggled like a spider in Amanda's gloved hand.
Neither girl moved in her seat. Both Rebecca and Amanda continued to stare straight ahead as around them the crowd surged and roared with the game. What was happening beneath the blanket was their private affair. And Rebecca was smirking, Amanda could sense it!
Suddenly Amanda sat up straight. There was new daring in her posture. She felt the girl in the blue parka turn her head in her direction. Slowly Amanda turned hers.
They locked eyes. There was no surprise on Amanda's face, only the posing of a question behind her hazel eyes. Rebecca's baby blues smoldered with open challenge. The two women were face to face but hiding the fact that underneath the blanket Rebecca's hand was buried between Amanda's jeans-clad thighs ready to molest her. Only, Amanda's gloved hand was holding it there.
Slowly, slowly, there was a rustling from beneath Amanda's side of the blanket. A glove dropped to the concrete beneath her seat, and then Amanda's left hand slid into position across Rebecca's lap and then between Rebecca's jeans-clad thighs.
A wicked smile came into Rebecca's eyes as she felt the hand between her legs. Amanda returned the smirk; her right hand opened and released Rebecca's hand to do its will between her legs. There was a moment of mutual understanding; then both Rebecca and Amanda turned their eyes back to the game. No further eye con- tact passed between the two secret combatants.
And so it came to pass. Lost amidst the fervor and energy of a college football game, two college women, sexual rivals over the love of one man, shook their heads dramatically as if to clear the air, sat back in their seats, the all-covering stadium blanket on their laps, and then plunged their hands into each other's crotches, determined to masturbate the other woman to orgasm-- and ultimately, surrender.
Away from the dueling omen, away from the desperately pulsing fingers atop thick denim underneath the blanket, swirling above and around them was the frenzied crowd. It was expectant now that Yale had taken a surprising first half lead over highly favored Harvard. With a sudden surge by the crowd either Amanda or Rebecca would let loose with a sudden squirm or moan. All was lost amidst the action on the field. It was truly a private battle.
Rebecca was right-handed, Amanda left-handed, both were clad in tight, tight button-down jeans. By definition it was an even match. Both the harpist and the computer programmer had strong fingers. At first their attention centered upon the super-sensitive skin between their thighs, pressing it, stroking rhythmically until both Amanda and Rebecca were hot, flushed in the face beyond the cold and Grand Marnier, moist and hungering for more. Then Amanda could take it no more so her fingers reached for Rebecca's pussy, found her mound and squeezed it between her palm and fingers. The darkly curled beauty demonstrated no emotion, just slipped her hand atop the auburn-haired beauty's mound and squeezed it ever so delicately. Amanda gasped deeply and nearly doubled over with pleasure. Suddenly Michael was staring at her, standing over her and now she was deeply ashamed, her face a deep red.
Michael and Chris had risen with the throbbing crowd at the end of the half and asked the girls if they wanted anything.
"Nothing!" was Amanda's terse reply; Rebecca shook her head only, side to side. Amanda tried to smile wanly and shake him off as though she were just fine, just as Rebecca was stroking the moistening denim over her slit with devastating effect. The two women remained in their seats as their dates passed in front of them down the aisle, silently perched far back on their bench, fingers cupped tight and pressing into their jeans-covered mounds, faces flushed and stony expressions increasingly-- if fleetingly-- distraught as each kneaded her rival's cunt.
In Rebecca's mind Amanda was the stuck-up society bitch; in Amanda's mind Rebecca was the sore loser, the jealous cunt that would never again see just how hot she was getting through the magic of her fingers. But then Rebecca would've wanted to die before letting Amanda know she was touching her just right! Each had been stimulated, but maintained a straight face. Fingers pressing into soft ridges, thumbs pressing into mounds, pussies growing hot! But the thick blue denim made for slow going.
"Fuck this shit!" Rebecca spat out the words. The denim just was too thick, too resistant for either woman to bring matters to a climax. Rebecca brought her hand up to Amanda's beltline and began unbuttoning Amanda's jeans. The button gave way with a tiny, unseen jerk. She unzipped Amanda roughly, deliberately. Amanda returned the favor; after just a few minutes nothing but their panties protected their pussies!
Slender fingers knifed beneath unzipped jeans; both women took in their breath sharply. Amanda's got there first, pressing her fingers down in Rebecca's crotch against cotton panties, probing deeply into Rebecca's cotton-covered cunt. She seized Rebecca's cunt through her panties, grabbed it, squeezed it, and felt Rebecca shudder. She kneaded her mound through the thin fabric, felt her coarse pubic hair pressed beneath it, and felt the crease between her labia moisten.
Rebecca didn't waste any time; she brought her right fingertips above the edge of Amanda's silk panties then tried to thrust them down against Amanda's bare mound. But Amanda pulled back and Rebecca's fingers came down atop the silk panties.
Amanda and Rebecca reached a common rhythm, pumping each other's mound, feeling for each other's clits. Amanda closed her eyes and imagined Rebecca in front of her naked; both of them naked-- straddling this velour-covered bench with their legs spread and their fingers deep inside the other, squeezing and stroking and pulling and pumping until the loser would come in a sudden humiliating gush over the winner's fingers, and arch her back in a horrified, jerking cry. In her daydream Rebecca was riding her hand like it was a bucking bronco, her beautiful dark hair and tits bouncing around soaked in sweat and her face contorted with the effort.
After about ten minutes of this silent catfight Amanda reached up ever Rebecca's cunt and ripped down her panties, pulling them towards her, trapping and pulling out a few of Rebecca's pubic hairs, then quickly hooked her index and middle fingers over Rebecca's bare slit and stuck them upwards into her vagina! Rebecca too had wedged herself up as hard as she could at the back of the bench but could not escape her; as Amanda penetrated her she let out an audible gasp. Now there was nothing in Amanda's way! Suddenly Amanda felt it. Rebecca ripped out the bottom of her panties with her nails, taking some of her pubic hair with it as well. Then three of her fingers slid into Amanda and she moaned.
Was that it, Amanda wondered? Didn't everyone hear her? Frantic she opened her eyes, only to realize that no one was paying attention at all! They were screaming and yelling about what was happening on the field. They couldn't have possibly heard a thing! And then she and Rebecca went at each other with savage intensity.
Now they had each other, fingers thrust into each other's vaginas, and slowly, deliberately, began to fingerbang each other. All this went on unnoticed under the blanket as Rebecca and Amanda tormented each other with unwanted, impending orgasm. Each sensuous coed stroked the other's clitoris, her fingers covered in the other's cunt juices. No pain was elicited with the gentle strokes, just pleasure. And with each movement Amanda's pleasure, and Rebecca's pleasure, approached orgasm. It was incredible to realize that this was going on without anyone noticing. Everyone else was too wrapped up in the game to realize that an equally exciting erotic contest was unfolding right under their eyes. As from the first moment Amanda and Rebecca knew only of each other, trying to block out the pleasure just as each thrust, squeezed and gently pinched the other's tender genitals.
Amanda was caught by the grip in her cunt. She couldn't get away; she was held too tight. Amanda' pulled her ass as far back on the bench as she could trying to make it tough for her but it was not enough, Rebecca's fingers were too long and too strong and she wasn't sure she really wanted to get away, anyway. Just as Amanda could picture Rebecca's cunt Rebecca could feel Amanda's, Rebecca tracing and caressing every detail with her middle three fingers while squeezing her mound with her thumb. Amanda felt totally exposed to the world while this woman raped her with her fingers for stealing her man. It was an exquisite kind of torment as Amanda felt herself getting more and more excited with each of Rebecca's probing pulses in her groin. Amanda wanted to rip her eyes out. But she also wanted to stick her tongue deep in Rebecca's mouth and pull on the hair on the back of her head until her eyes wept with the pain and her cunt drowned in its own juices.
Yet Amanda just sat there stonily staring straight ahead as Rebecca violated her. For the death of her Amanda would not show the slightest of emotions even as deep down inside her gut she was smothering in them! Her only recompense, her only way out, was to fuck Rebecca's lights out 'with her fingers!
Their arms were taut, their bodies were taut, and they were drenched in sweat, their fingers working up and down in their holes. Yet because their bodies were so tense, their fingers so deep, the blanket didn't even ripple. Suddenly Amanda was back in her dream. They were fingerbanging each other, cursing, moaning and screaming faster and faster until...
Amanda felt Rebecca come in a wave of contractions and a torrent of juices across her pulsing fingers, so close to coming herself that she imagined the crowd going crazy, and cried out like some kind of wild animal, the sound lost in the crowd noise. Rebecca came, profoundly and totally, drowned in the waves of her cascading orgasm. Silently she arched her back and involuntarily thrust forward her pelvis, and Amanda finished her off, stroking and squeezing ever so gently knowing that she had finally humiliated her hated rival. Rebecca felt her will to resist draining out between her legs in a sea of come. She closed her eyes and the waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, riding it down to the end. Rebecca went limp, hair matted with sweat.
Amanda remained with eyes open, still staring straight ahead mindlessly at the game. The exquisite feel of Rebecca's rhythmic contractions lingered on her fingers. It seemed as though they went on and on. Finally, Amanda felt Rebecca's fingers withdraw from her pussy, leaving her just at the brink of orgasm.
Stubbornly Amanda swallowed the longing, the pent-up feelings in her groin. She intended to save them for later, for Michael.
After several minutes Rebecca opened her eyes. Though, outwardly with no change in expression, Amanda could sense the depth of Rebecca's loss. In regards to Michael and to Amanda, Rebecca's sexual will had been crushed, like the ice beneath Amanda's snow boots. Slowly, quietly, Amanda and Rebecca re-buttoned their jeans beneath the blanket as if nothing had happened, covered with sweat and stinking of sex.
Michael and Chris had returned during the heat of the battle, but neither woman had noticed. For Rebecca, the rest of the game went by as a blur. For Amanda, victorious in this the most erotic battle of her life, her attention snapped back to the proceedings, and she rejoiced as Yale defeated Harvard in a great upset.
Later, as Amanda walked with Michael and Rebecca with Chris, all four talked about the game as though nothing else had happened. But, as Amanda's hazel eyes crossed Rebecca's blues one last time, both women knew the truth. The day's final, secret victory belonged to Amanda.