THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS, part 8 (Patreon)

“I’ll have that body competition with you here and now if you really dare, Val,” Kristine muttered gravely, her gaze moving between the blonde’s face and her boobs. “No one is coming here at night, so we have as much time as you can keep on your feet to figure this thing out.”

Valentine found it difficult to focus her eyes on her foe’s beautiful wet face, as Kristine’s hard-nippled boobs magnetically demanded her full attention, but at least she managed to divide her glances between both parts of the brunette’s body. Undeniably aware of the blonde’s close surveillance, the other young woman mimicked her pose with arms on hips and chest thrust out while the reciprocated comparison went on.

“You’d better worry about whether you can stay on your feet until we figure this out,” the cheerleader spat out as her blue eyes took a disdainful glance at Kristine’s big bust. “Shall we bring our tits together then?”

“What do you think, bitch?” the dancer hissed, her gaze falling brazenly on Valentine’s fat breasts for the umpteenth time. “Or do you see anything that makes you have second thoughts about this?”

“Quite the contrary, Kris,” the blonde hissed. “What I see makes me confident of how this is gonna end.”

“Oh, really?” Kristine murmured as she began to walk towards her. “And how do you think this is gonna to end?”

“With your tits pushed back and your ass in the water,” Valentine boasted, her slow steps leading her closer to her dark-haired nemesis. “That’s how it’s gonna be, you whore.”

Neither girl removed her hands from her hips as they approached each other. It was clear that both Valentine and Kristine were not going to back down, so determined were they to prove their dirty and non-negotiable points. The cheerleader saw the dancer arching her back at the impending breast contact, and she mirrored her rival’s defiant pose as Kristine cast a disdainful glance at her bosoms. The close, face-to-face catfight was forcing both beauties to bring their D-cup boobs together again and again, but what had been embarrassing to the blonde at the beginning of the female clash was now an integral part of the duel. Kristine had dared to proclaim that she had the bigger and firmer breasts of them, so she was willing to keep putting the rival busts against each other until the brunette admitted how wrong she was about it.

“I’m so much bigger than you that this is gonna be unfair to you, Val.” As if the other girl could hear her thoughts about their bosoms, Kristine’s hissing whisper reached Valentine’s ears at that moment. A second later, the brunette’s dense chest touched hers—a gentle, slow contact, but the hostility in her foe’s voice and the kind of threat chosen charged the touch with aggressive electricity. With the dancer’s overconfident words rumbling hotly in her head, Valentine pushed her plump breasts softly against the dancer’s pair, the four glands molding against each other under the bikini bras.

“I clearly outsize you, Kris, so you might as well accept that you don’t stand a chance,” Valentine replied with her own dose of arrogance but, even so, she did not raise the level of violence between the two female bodies. Instead, she instinctively began rubbing her fat globes on Kristine’s, and her dark-haired opponent responded in kind.

Slowly and thoroughly, both women kept subtly moving their shoulders to maneuver with their breasts, bringing only a small part of the dense mass of their remarkable virtues together in delicate but determined friction while, beyond the lake, the mundane life of Lakeport went on. Valentine bit her lower lip as she felt that, with each slight adjustment of their positions, the wet sand beneath her feet gave way a little more, and soon found herself bothered almost as much by those shifting sands as she did by Kristine’s dangerous bust. She had no doubt that, when they both started to push for real, the unstable ground would be a real problem.

Some clouds then overshadowed the full moon, and the lake was momentarily in darkness. A few quiet gasps sounded in the night as the girls kept feeling each other hard-nippled chest to hard-nippled chest, friction after friction, as their bare feet sank a little into the sand. Valentine had already experienced in her own flesh how firm Kristine’s globes were, but now in the dark the brunette’s glands felt tauter than before—maybe even fatter. Fortunately for her ego, the blonde noticed that her own throbbing pair of boobs was also showing tighter and swollen, as if the catfight with the other woman her age had triggered some form of natural defense system in her body.

“I remember the first time I saw these tits of yours,” Valentine found herself confessing in the obscurity as she slowly moved her big breasts left and right against Kristine’s. “On the first day of senior year school, after a whole summer without seeing each other.”

“I certainly recall that day,” the dancer admitted as her heavy bust pressed insistently against the blonde’s pair. “You showed up in class with your own tits, much to everyone’s surprise.”

“Yes, but I’m sure you were the most surprised. You didn’t take your eye off my tits all day,” the blonde said, her blue-eyed face just inches from Kristine’s beautiful but darkened features. “You were already jealous then, huh?”

“Neither then nor now,” the brunette replied. “You on the other hand have been dying of jealousy inside since then, Val. No one has ever looked at my tits more than you did that day.”

“You haven’t stopped looking at mine all year,” the cheerleader spat out. “And today you started from the very moment you saw me in a bikini at the pool.”

“Oh, please,” the dancer growled. “I felt your eyes on my girls even before I knew you were there.”

“You’re such a stuck-up bitch to have such mediocre tits, Kristine Louise Anderson.” Valentine forced the two pairs of plump breasts to brush against each other with renewed resentment.

“And you’re such an arrogant whore to have such ridiculous boobs, Valentine Grace Silverman.” The dark-haired female responded to determination with determination and firmness with firmness, the blonde feeling the influence of the enemy’s pair against her own.

As the trash talking escalated, Valentine fought against the burning animosity that was growing inside her, against the urge for her hands to leave her hips to grab and pull the long hair of her nemesis. With the moon still hidden behind the clouds, Valentine knew that Kristine could also attack her with her hands at any moment and she would not see it coming until it was too late but, feeling the other woman’s hard nipples digging deeper and deeper into her firm breasts through both bikini bras, she guessed that for the moment that wasn’t going to be the path taken by Kristine, for she sensed that the brunette was as desperate to settle certain things about their gorgeous boobs as she was herself.

The moonlight at last managed to escape through the clouds, and the battlefield once again shone beneath the bluish mantle of the eye of the night. With Kristine’s resolute face reappearing in front of her, Valentine made a subtle shoulder movement to thrust her own nipples forward as far as the double layer of lycra and the density of Kristine’s titflesh allowed her. An irritated double hiss escaped from between the half-opened lips of the girls, but it immediately turned into a moan as the next repositioning of bosoms from the female contenders brought their stiff nipples touching side to side through the bikinis.

“You cunt,” Valentine gasped, her nose almost touching the dancer’s as she twisted a little further forward to try to pierce the base of Kristine’s nipples with her own milk ducts.

“You tramp,” the brunette replied as she pushed back, forcing the feline-eyed, big-lipped faces together while Valentine felt the pressure of her rival’s sexual spears against the foundation of her own nipples.

Just at that moment, the leggy cheerleader realized that, despite the constant clashing of breasts between the two for over half an hour, their nipples had never really met face to face through lycra—they had rubbed, grazed, collided against each other, but not impaled mutually. The revelation seemed absurd to her, but as she felt the stabbing of her antagonist’s stiff weapons, she suddenly found herself wondering if there were more questions to be answered about their competing bodies—the burning palpitations in her crotch intensified at the mere thought. However, Valentine didn’t sense that Kristine was forcing some sort of mutual approach to really put all four nipples to the test, and she didn’t take the bold step, either, so finally the erect shafts slid past each other to dig into the other sensitive areolas.

Still, Kristine’s generous bosoms had enough challenges to deal with on their own. Valentine felt a little more of firm flesh coming in contact with her, pink bikini to green bikini, and she provided some more of her size to counteract. A low growl escaped from both throats at the same time, the busty rivals locking eyes as their confrontation escalated physically one more step with Valentine now taking the initiative to exert a little more of a calculated pressure. The dancer’s immediate response in the form of a slight but direct push of raw volume brought the duel back to equilibrium.

Another minute of obstinate, measured and resentful bust rubbing quickened Valentine’s breathing in tandem with Kristine’s, but still none of them took control for even half a second, nor any breasts overcame the others. The blonde kept embracing the languid essence of the assault, so far from the violence in the pier, and promised herself that she would reveal all the vulnerabilities of Kristine’s chest through slow friction. There would be no other way, anyway, as Valentine found out just seconds later: panting mouth to mouth against the dancer, slowly struggling against her body, the blonde eventually rose up on her tiptoes in an attempt to overwhelm her rival, but immediately she felt the wet sand under her feet sliding away—for a moment, she feared she would lose her balance and fall into the water. Against her chest, she could feel Kristine’s body also struggling against the unstable ground, letting both beauties know that there were limits to the muscle they could bring to the battle on the sandbank.

Still, the temptation was there, within the blonde’s reach, and she herself could see it reflected in the dark brown eyes of the other woman: if one of them pushed hard now, she could knock the other woman onto her back to mount her. That was a benefit that Valentine found appealing.