As kids Louisa Osborne and Julie Millar were almost inseparable. It was inevitable really, they were the only people on the farm that Louisa's father owned of a similar age. Everyone else was so much older and despite the fact that Julie was a year older than Louisa both girls got on famously and got up to all sorts of mischief and antics. Yet their backgrounds were so far apart. Louisa's father, as well as owning the estate and farm they lived on was a Major in the army and his family were renowned in the county for being rich and well connected. Julie's dad was a farm labourer who lived in a cottage rented from the Major and was barely educated.
So the young girls played tennis together, ran together, swam together did everything that best friends of that age would do, they thought they could never be parted and never be anything other than best of friends.
Things started to change when it came time for Louisa to leave home and go to boarding school. Julie was by then at a local comprehensive school but still liked to spend most nights with Louisa. It was natural perhaps, what happened, both girls started making new friends, Louisa was back at the house less and less often and when she was had her 'rich' friends back staying with her. Julie came to dislike what Louisa was becoming, a snob she thought who had too quickly forgotten her roots. For her part Louisa grew to look down on common girls like Julie and wondered how they could ever have been friends. It was sad really but inevitable and both sets of parents had known it would happen but no-one realised how explosive the situation was to become.
Julie had developed into a very sexy nineteen year old. She was a naturally curvy girl with long, black hair and just the biggest breasts of any female in the area. She had developed breasts earliest in her class at school, had hated them to begin with then realised they were a real asset. She was short at just 5'5" and had a wonderful wide smile that complemented her friendly, open nature perfectly. Her face was neat and cherubic, her brown eyes appealing and her long lashes perfect for fluttering. Her looks and her attitude meant that she had been with a good number of boyfriends and always attracted young men's attentions.
Louisa was younger and an almost polar opposite. She was tall and thin, maybe too slim. She had shoulder length bright, blonde hair that was definitely her best feature, that undeniably went with her ice cold blue eyes. She was very flat chested and was becoming really self conscious about the fact, especially around more well endowed girls. She had, in general, a rotten attitude and looked down her nose at most people and adopted a very sharp manner and tone that she had perfected at her girls only finishing school. Visually she was quite angular and awkward but not without a 'posh girl' aura that turns many men on.
This all happened during Louisa's return home for her Summer vacation. With all her school friends busy she quickly tired of her mother and fathers company and at their urging contacted the cottage to speak to Julie. Things were a little frosty to begin with, but Julie was aware that Louisa's father was her dad's boss so didn't want to piss her off. Things went quite well though and soon they were reminiscing innocently about the past and Louisa asked Julie to take the next day off and have some fun catching up with her. Julie was initially reluctant because taking the day off would mean she wasn't paid and she could hardly afford that but Louisa was persistent (almost to the point of petulance) and she eventually caved in and they agreed to meet at the tennis courts the next morning at ten for a game.
It was a bright, sunny Summer morning and Julie strolled down to the tennis courts on the farm that the Major had had built especially for his daughter all those years ago. She had enjoyed dressing up in her white cotton shirt and her white short, tennis skirt and panties, her white socks and trainers completing her angelic appearance that her dark hair clashed brilliantly with. She arrived a few minutes early but was happy to stand and soak up the warm rays of the sun. Twenty minutes later when there was still no sign of Louisa she was starting to get annoyed, five more minutes passed and Julie was just about ready to head back home and make something of the day when Louisa sauntered down to the court, swinging her bag and smiling, wearing matching whites just like Julie. She made no apology and no comment to her lateness before pulling out a brand new professional racket and pinging a few tennis balls over the net.
"Come on Julie, ready for a beating?" she announced cockily.
Julie wanted to shake her head but gritted her teeth and told herself to not let it get to her. She bounced her hand on the strings of her old, weather beaten racket and imagined wiping the smug grim off Louisa's face by beating her in the game. But it was not to be, Louisa was too fast and too good for her and she thrashed her easily and what was worse, made plenty of comments as she hit each winner. Then when Julie actually hit a winner herself, that clearly landed on the line, Louisa called it out. It was too much for a hot and bothered Julie.
"No way, that was in. Easily!"
"I'm afraid not Julie. I saw it, I'm closer. It was out. I hope you're not calling me a liar?"
"No, but, it was in."
"No it was out I'm afraid. Now that makes it five nil me in games, just this one for the set."
She served out easily and Julie barely tried. She was cursing having wasted her day on this brat and wondered how she could have ever been friends with her. They finished up about noon and headed up the track together. Julie wondered why Louisa was coming with her because her house was the other way. Julie barely spoke a word. She perked up though when she saw Pete, one of the young farm hands coming down the lane in the other direction, his eyes lighting up at two teenage girls in tennis gear coming towards him.
What a sight they presented for him as they trudged up the path, Two teenage girls dressed in skimpy tennis outfits and lit up golden by a beaming sun overhead. Just the thing to lift his spirits after a hard morning's graft on the farm. Still as they came closer there was no mistaking that Julie was infinitely more attractive than the Major's daughter and as they came right up to his vehicle it was to her that he spoke and, indeed, openly flirted with. Julie took great pleasure returning the charm in kind and as they chatted and laughed together Louisa stood beside Julie and fumed. Why should this fool obviously fancy this common girl and show her no attention? Just because she had bigger tits? Silently Louisa raged, she had watched on all year at school as all her friends had got 'proper' boyfriends and had all kinds of guys show interest in them, while she had been left on the shelf. And now this, right then she was filled with hatred for her old friend and could happily have scratched her eyes out. She just wanted to get away but didn't want to make it so obvious so just hung around at Julie's side feeling more and more like a lemon.
Julie finally managed to tear herself away from him and the two girls headed up the path in an uneasy silence. Julie had been aware of Louisa's uneasiness as she had spoken with Pete but to be fair she was not really bothered, certainly not after the way the spoilt brat had acted at the tennis. Julie looked to her right and saw a couple of the horses in their coral in the nearby barn and walked over to them to pat them and to (hopefully) annoy Louisa even more. As she stood with her back to Louisa and patted the horse's nose she heard the sharp voice behind her.
"My god, you really are trashy aren't you. I bet you love flashing those fat tits of yours!"
Julie turned, shocked to stare right at Louisa, unable to believe she had made such a hurtful comment and that her voice was so full of venom. It was obvious she really meant the words. They couldn't have been worded any better to hurt Julie either, as she was self conscious about her weight and had to work hard to keep her figure and not let it slip to bigger.
"Excuse me? What did you say?" Julie asked incredulously.
"You heard me Miss Big Tits, it must be sad having to thrust those (she pointed at Julie's chest) under every man's nose, it's the only way anyone would pay any attention to a common slapper like you! From what I hear you're just like your mum!"
That was the worst comment of them all. Julie's mother had ran away with a family friend when Julie was only five, leaving her father to bring her up and Julie had had no contact with her mother since that moment. Her father had refused to discuss her with Julie but she had heard some members of her family describing her as 'loose', a 'tart' and even a 'slut'. Louisa was aware of how Julie felt about her mother and for to throw that at her was too much to take.
Julie deliberately took a step back and delivered a slap right across Louisa's cheek. The loud crack as palm struck cheek echoed through the deserted barn and the blonde's face started to turn a bright pink almost immediately. Louisa was stunned and stood there as Julie let go with a verbal volley too.
"Don't you ever mention my mother again you stuck up little bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are? It's not my fault no-one looks at you 'cos you're so fucking flat chested!"
Louisa snapped into action and returned the slap with interest, when her hand connected with Julie's cheek. For a few seconds Julie didn't react then the pain kicked in and she lost her control and grabbed for the blonde's hair and Louisa did like wise and the two stumbled around the barn, grunting in effort trying to pull at the others hair. Both girls made it to their knees and stared daggers at each other.
"You stupid cow, I'll show you!" shouted Louisa, her posh accent slipping somewhat.
"Yeah, we'll see you skinny bitch. It's about time someone beat some respect into you!" snorted Julie in retort.
With a growl Louisa lunged for Julie and once again the two teenagers rolled in the dust, straw and dirt, their white tennis outfits getting dirty with every roll. Louisa's fingers clawed to reach Julie's face and the older girl had to use her own hands to fend her attacks away finally managing to trap both Louisa's wrists in her hands and using her weight advantage and leverage to force Louisa's squirming arms down onto the ground above her head. Julie leaned down and her dark hair fell down to Louisa's face and snarled down at her foe.
"Give it up, you'll never beat me. Give it up before I hurt you!"
The blonde struggled but eventually realised how futile her efforts were and submitted.
