Author's note: This is a catfight / humiliation / fetish story. If these are categories you are uninterested in, you may want to skip this story. However, if you are okay with those themes, or you're willing to just give this story a try, then I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for stopping by and reading my work!
Chapter 5
Though there had been a dramatic twist in the rivalry between Holly and Mary Beth, when football Saturdays came around, both women were still expected to be there. They hadn't talked to each other since their last clash. It was a battle unlike any before, and neither woman knew what was on each other's mind after what happened in the shower.
Holly, of course, felt awkward about the experience. Sure, she and Mary Beth, in the midst of their hated rivalry, would bring each other to the edge of orgasms, only to end the moment in denial. This was a way of punishing each other for being so desperate for sexual attention. However, in their last encounter, Mary Beth pushed things further than Holly could have ever expected, leaving the blonde moaning loudly in the shower as she breached the wall of the oncoming climax.
It was all fun and games until the first orgasm actually happened. The rivalry was now a bit more complicated in Holly's mind, and after being ignored by her husband for so long, it was difficult to wrap her mind around the humiliatingly satisfying situation.
Holly still hated Mary Beth... but this was more than just a battle for attention now. Of course, she wanted to kick her ass, but after receiving an orgasm from her, Holly didn't quite understand how to feel about the entire situation.
Mary Beth, on the other hand, was a bit of a mystery. She was the one that took things too far and forced Holly to cum in the shower. However, what made things worse was the way she simply walked out of there, leaving her rival panting on the shower floor. She exited the situation without a word, making their next encounter all the more dreadful.
Not knowing what else to do, Holly tried to convince herself that everything would be back to normal once she got to the party. She even made her famous casserole for the Saturday event, hoping that would be a sign of returning to her normal routine.
Holly put on a fake smile as she arrived with the pan of casserole in her hand. She showed up wearing a yellow sundress and heels. However, despite the obvious reason for having Mary Beth on her mind, there was something else about her rival that affected her appearance.
When they were at the pool together previously, Holly noticed the naughty brunette wasn't wearing a bra. She, of course, didn't want the other men to see the brunette's busty chest through her shirt and steal all her attention, which is why they ended up in the community shower anyway.
Despite everything going on between the two, Holly wanted to make sure she was ready to compete with Mary Beth on all fronts. She wore her little dress without a bra, making her chest look all the more desirable whenever her top would come down. She imagined the fellas would be staring at her breasts, hoping her dress would come down enough that they could steal a glance at her nipples.
Though everyone treated her as they normally did, the thirty-three-year-old blonde couldn't help but be anxious about seeing her thirty-year-old rival. She was heavy with anticipation, and even asked a few others, "Do you know if Mary Beth is coming?"
Ignorant to what had occurred outside of their normal Saturday gatherings, the others simply brushed it off like it was no big deal. They, of course, knew that Holly missed the times when she was the center of attention before Mary Beth moved into their neighborhood. What they didn't know was that there had been some kissing and rubbing involved... and they
never
could have imagined the explosive orgasm underneath in the showerhead of the community pool.
When kickoff happened, Holly suddenly felt relieved. She had almost convinced herself that Mary Beth wouldn't show up once the game had started... but to her disappointment... she would be wrong. There was a knock at the door, and the blonde knew exactly who it was. There wasn't a specific pattern Mary Beth used; Holly could just tell by the way her heart pounded that it was her rival at the door and nobody else.
Holly took a deep breath and gathered herself before Mary Beth entered the room. Though her rival had appeared, the blonde felt she had done everything in her power to be ready for the moment. She made a delicious casserole, shotgunned a couple of beers, and wore her prettiest sundress... without a bra. Yes, things were awkward, but she was as prepared as she could have ever felt around the woman who enjoyed stealing her attention.
I wonder what she's wearing? She always tries to top me,
Holly thought to herself, waiting by the couch with her arms folded. However, her eyebrows raised in confusion when she saw the brunette wearing something much more modest than she could have ever expected.
"Hey, y'all!" the pretty brunette called out, much to the enjoyment of all the men. Waltzing in, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, as well as less makeup than normal, Mary Beth expressed, "I hope y'all aren't mad at me because I didn't end up bringing nothing to the party."
The men, of course, greeted her with plenty of understanding. "We didn't expect you to bring nothing," they all responded. "Bringing your pretty little self is more than enough."
Holly was fuming, glaring at the brunette as she walked in without a care in the world. After putting in so much effort to make herself look good, it was almost an insult to see Mary Beth so underdressed.
For a moment, Holly started to wonder if this was a sign that the rivalry was over. Perhaps Mary Beth didn't care about outdoing her any longer. Why else would she wear something so casual?
Unfortunately, those assumptions would quickly be put to rest. As Holly stood by and watched Mary Beth greet everyone besides her, she waited with heavy anticipation, wondering if the woman that had provided her an orgasm would even make her way towards her.
It eventually happened, but Holly didn't get the courtesy the others did from the thirty-year-old brunette. The cute smile on Mary Beth's face changed into a little smirk. The brunette then looked the blonde up and down, scanning her outfit before greeting her.
"Nice sundress," Mary Beth announced so everyone could hear her. Then, in a much lower voice that only Holly could hear, she chuckled before continuing, "No bra? You must be desperate."
