Double Victory

I made the decision in the moment. This was about more than winning a high school fight. This was about taking away Nikki’s dignity, like she’d tried to do to me. Oh, boy, she would regret turning this into something more, I thought.

I went for her sports jacket without hesitation. It didn’t take me long to wrestle her jacket away from her and leave her in her black shirt.

The shirt was tight on her and meant that it kept rising up, exposing her tanned belly. Nikki roared in anger as she continued to try to fight me off, to no avail.

Compared to her I’m as pale as snow, but I wasn’t thinking about that at the time as I threw her jacket away.

With this momentary victory I wanted to go even further. Unlike Nikki, I wasn’t stopping to brag and give my opponent another chance of getting back into the fight.

Something took over me and I wanted to humiliate her more than ever. I didn’t care how far I took it. I was going to put her so far down she would never lift her head up high again at this school.

I wanted to go further, and I did, as my friends cheered me on.

Still sitting on top of her, I threw a few more shots at her and scooted her shirt up her body. It went over her average rack, B cups, and the PINK bra encasing them.

“Stop it!” Nikki begged.

But I didn’t listen. I only had eyes for getting that shirt off and exposing her. I took it up to her neck.

The shirt went over her face and I took it off her arms. I couldn’t believe that I had Nikki right where I wanted her. After that momentary flurry, it had been so easy. I wondered whether Nikki regretted messing with me yet.

I made sure I didn’t get off her. Instead, I swivelled around on her body and planted my ass right on her chest. I was going to enjoy this. I was going to enjoy this a lot.