Sam and Lisa are sworn rivals. Even if they knew each other for a short time.
It all started with kendo. The Winterfield Community Center had just opened and flyers were everywhere in the neighborhood. Sam, a recent graduate, had just moved for a new office job and ended up with a few in her mailbox. She'd been looking for a way to stay active and kendo seemed like the perfect sport. Crossing swords and shouting sounded like a lot of fun.
It was in one of her first classes that she met Lisa. Another new student. Almost the exact opposite of Sam. While Sam was the typical tomboy, Lisa was a princess in every sense. Sam was shorter and had a body more defined by her athletic life, a great contrast to Lisa's taller and more delicate build. Sam liked to keep her black hair cut short, Lisa always kept her blonde hair impeccably in a ponytail. Sam was the type who wore nothing but her practice attire and let her modest curves be seen, being very open if someone wanted a quickie. And Lisa was more reserved and liked to wear dresses and flowy clothes that still showed off her mature build. One was an expressive brat, loud and brash, the other was calm and... okay, not impassive. But quite restrained compared to Sam.
Sam was talking to the instructor when their eyes met for the first time. And at that exact moment, like in a manga, without ever exchanging more than two words, a war was declared.
It was a clumsy start for both. Two newbies trying to duel before they even knew how to hold the swords right. They both knew this was ridiculous. They barely saw each other for the rest of the week. Two grown women with professional jobs shit-talking and beating the shit of each other with wooden sticks. Brought together by an inexplicable competitive instinct to prove themselves better.
And they trained. Day after day, week after week. Never missing a class. Sometimes they got so tired they didn't even fuck after.
But most times they did.
The rivalry may have been an odd start, but it grew on respect. For each other and for the dedication to the bit. It helped that one bounced well of the other. Bickering was half of their parring sessions. Sam was a gremlin woman that loved to push buttons. The kind of person Lisa secretly loved to put on their place.
It was a slow rain day. Only half the class had come so the instructor had left them sparring after some rounds of exercises. Two other duos were practicing techniques nearby. One had already finished and the loser was blowing the winner against the wall.
"I can't help bit think this is a little unfair." Lisa said, her shinai sword resting on her shoulder.
Sam firmed her grip on her training sword. Wearing nothing but a loin cloth to keep her cock contained and mostly out of harms way. She'd referee to go completely nude but that was a lesson learned the hard way. And also the day she learned Lisa is a registered nurse, look at that. Still, that was good enough. The important thing was that feeling of cold wind on her hot skin. It gave a cinematic flare to the training.
Lisa also had left most of her bōgu armor aside. Opting to keep the gloves and the hakama trousers. Her D-cups bounced a little when she moved. It was almost hypnotic. Sam was convinced that was a devious trick of some kind and she was not about to complain.
"Unfair because you're about to lose? Blondie, I shed off all the weights holding me back!" Sam declared dramatically. Pointing the shinai at her opponent. "Come on. I dare you to land a-"
Lisa darted forward fast. Sam moved on instinct to barely block a downwards swing. Then one left, then right before finding an opening to push back. They danced a short waltz around the ring to the sound of swords clashing and their own groans. Lisa swing her sword with grace and precision. Sam, on contrast, had mastered short powerful strikes to throw her opponents off balance. Mirrors once again.
The swords clashed one more time. Both took a step back to catch their breath.
"Hey! Let me finish talking, will ya?" Sam barked.
Lisa let out a little 'humph' of indignation. "You never met me finish either." She shot back.
"I mean, yeah. You keep pausing to check on me and yadda yadda. I don't have the patience for that." Sam shrugged.
"You have no patience. Period." Lisa said flatly.
"Hey. I have enough to get you two to three, so..." Sam opened the shittiest grin possible. Lisa rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips gave her away.
They circled each other again, swords clacking with each exchange, their footsteps light on the polished wood. Sam side-stepped a thrust to her flank and used the momentum to spin a wide arc. Lisa parried the strike, following with a twist up to open Sam's defenses. Sam tried to recover, but it was in vain. Lisa tapped the top of her head a moment later.
"That makes one up for me." Lisa declared. A subtle mock behind a pleased smile.
"Lucky hit." The shorter girl adjusted the thin cloth. All the heated action had got her at half mast. She only hoped her dick wouldn't poke out mid-sparring. Not that she thought Lisa would aim for it. But she wasn't aiming for it the first time either.
Round two went for a little longer. Lisa playing more defensively this time to hold on the advantage. She had go give it to Sam, the gremlin was agile like one. Sometimes it was hard to keep her in check. Unrelenting attacks from the most unexpected angles, all while running circles around Lisa. Literally.
