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RIVALRY girls who brought complaints previously She
"Rivalry"
Story codes: MF rough
By Orestes
orestes007@hotmail.com
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Just between you and me, before you form a judgement
about my behaviour, you should know that I didn't
start this particular game. If you are going to blame
me, it should be because I was such a willing
participant, even after I knew that the game was on,
and what the stakes would be.
Kendra wanted me gone. No, not just gone. She wanted
me destroyed. She wanted me to leave with my tail
between my legs, defeated.
I don't know how she could possibly have expected me
to go for the act. Did she really ? Or did she simply
trust that I would play along with her game ?
So we had both been drinking. It was a campus party.
She chose this particular venue because she wanted
people to see us together, of that I was sure. Then she
started the act. She was coming on to me. She gave me a
good view down the front of her sweater when she bent
in front of me to get her purse. Then she practically
sat in my lap.
" I am so drunk, Calvin. "
Her smile was so close to my face.
" Hey, why didn't I ever notice that you're so
cute?"
Because you're a femi-nazi bitch, who eats for
breakfast. Because you were too busy trying to conquer
the whole campus with your bullshit propaganda, I
wanted to say. But instead, I took the bait.
" I don't know, Kendra, but thanks. You're not so
bad yourself. "
I didn't have to lie about that. Kendra was really
cute, in a bookish sort of way. If we weren't on
opposite sides of the political fence, I might have
considered dating her.
Then she tried to kiss me. I pulled away, so that my
lips were just out of her reach. Not in front of the
other students. That would be a mistake.
" Hey, I'm going out for some fresh air. Do you want
to come along ?"
She nodded. If anyone was paying attention to us,
they would have received mixed signals from us. I tried
to pretend that I wasn't with Kendra, while she was
trying just as hard to make it obvious that we were
together.
Once we were outside, and out of the view of the
other students, I was ready to play along with her
game. I kissed her hard, and long, until I could feel
her gasping for breath.
She didn't want to be doing this, I was certain. She
hated my guts. Just the pervious week, I had torn her
to shreds in a debate of our political science class.
The week before that, she had bested me in a discussion
of our psychology study group. It went that way. Back
and forth. Back and forth.
" Mmmm, " she pretended to enjoy my tongue in her
mouth. I felt her ass through her tight jeans.
" Let's go back to my place, " she suggested.
And the trap was set. I could have backed away. I
knew that the stakes were high. But, of course, the
game becomes a lot more interesting when the stakes are
high. I went with her.
I'm sure she would have liked for someone to have
seen us go in together. That would have made things
easier. Nonetheless, she wasn't going to back down now.
As soon as we got in the door, she was on me. It was
kind of nice, actually. Kendra had really sweet lips. I
groped her firm little through her loose
sweater, and then from underneath it..
God, when she wanted something, she didn't waste any
time. She led me along to the bedroom.
We were looking each other in the eyes as we began
to take off our clothes. I dropped my T-shirt. She
lifted her sweater. I unbuckled my belt. She unsnapped
her bra. I stepped out of my jeans. She peeled off
hers. Piece for piece. Back and forth.
This was my reward for playing. This is where I
would have my fun. It was also the most dangerous part.
Here's where she would try to get me.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her perfect little
body perched there, tempting me She started to take off
her glasses.
" No, keep them on, " I told her. " I like the way
they look on you. "
In fact, it was the only way I had ever imagined
fucking her. With her glasses on, preferably while bent
over a desk in political science class. Well, I
wouldn't get my full fantasy, but I still wanted the
glasses on.
I dropped my briefs, and watched her face. No
reaction. It was just a part of the plan for her. I
pulled out a condom. That wasn't a part of the plan.
" Oh, you don't have to wear that, " she said.
" I'd prefer to, " I replied. " You know, safe sex
and all. "
One point for me. She hesitated. Was she backing out
? No. She wanted to play some more.
" Okay. "
I went to her now, and pushed her back on the bed.
She was beautiful and dangerous. A sexy combination. I
could hardly believe that I was about to fuck this
girl, who had made my life so difficult over the last
year.
My legs were between hers. Her flesh was smooth, and
the skin of her thighs was so warm against me. I tasted
her tiny pink nipples. They were hard. She was enjoying
this part of the game too. My arms met hers. I clasped
them around the wrists and held them above her head.
She wasn't expecting that.
Another point for me. She would not be able to
scratch me, leaving tell-tale marks on my body. I
looked her in the eyes again. If she didn't know that I
was onto her game before, she knew now. There was no
need for pretence now.
" Let's do it, " she said.
My cock was at her opening. She wrapped her legs
around me. It was like that moment when two boxers
touch gloves before a match. We paused there, waiting
for the bell to ring.
Ding ding.
I pushed in. The feeling was heavenly. Many times I
had dreamed about having this bitch pinned beneath me,
taking my cock. Now it was happening, and the
sensations were wonderful.
We were both breathing hard now, and our bodies
began to struggle against each other. She was trying so
hard to free her hands, so give me just a few little
scratches. Not a chance. I held her wrists tightly.
Maybe a bit too tightly. One point for her. There would
be bruises on her wrists.
Her lips were on my neck. Then her teeth. I pulled
away in time to prevent her from getting too much of a
bite. We'll call that one a draw. There might be a
minor mark, but it wouldn't be easy to spot.
I smiled at her. She smiled back. She was enjoying
this game as much as I was.
My body pumped into her. I could feel her muscles
straining beneath me. She was trying to close her legs.
" Nuh uh, " I told her. I was going to have my fun.
I pushed myself harder between her legs, using my
leverage above her to force her thighs apart.
Damn. There would be bruising. This was getting too
rough. Another point for her.
" Come on, fuck me hard, " she told me. She would
like that. The rougher it got, the more evidence there
would be of a struggle.
Nonetheless, I was forced to comply. She was really
struggling against me now. My muscles ached from the
effort of holding her down, but I was getting close to
orgasm now. I couldn't stop.
Her legs were alternately squeezing me and kicking
at me. One of her arms broke free for a moment, and I
had to stop to wrestle it back down. No scratches. I
was lucky.
Kendra was watching me, through those tiny little
wire framed glasses of hers. They were fogged up from
the heat of our bodies. Her perky little nipples were
pointing up at me. She was giving me the same look she
always gave me when we were at each other's throats. Of
course, in our previous struggles, the term 'at each
other's throats' would have been much more figurative
than literal.
Back and forth I went. Her body tensed against me.
Her legs wrapped around mine now. I could feel her
little contracting. Was she having a little
orgasm ? I knew that she'd never admit it.
The sensation was too much. Her legs squeezed our
sweaty bodies together, and I came and came. I lost eye
contact with my adversary as I bucked my cock wildly
into her.
" Oh, goddamn, you have such a sweet little body, "
told her. I meant it. It was the closest thing to
sincerity I had felt that night. I was slowing down
now, and catching my breath as my cock twitched a
couple of final times within her.
I caught her eye again. Was she blushing ?
Cautiously, I let go of her wrists, and backed off
of the bed. I took a final look at her naked body,
trying to memorize every curve. Was it worth it ? Only
time would tell.
The charges came the next day. Date rape. We both
knew that these were the stakes.
Criminal charges were only a formality, to bolster
Kendra's case with the university. Sure, they took
blood samples, and questioned me, but that wasn't where
the battle would be fought. The university was the real
forum for our dispute.
She probably thought that I was a real fool for even
challenging her. In the world of the sexual harassment
committee, Kendra ruled supreme. She knew all of the
committee members, and had helped to represent other
girls who brought complaints previously. She knew the
rules inside and out.
Not that I would be a pushover. I was a quick study.
We lined up our witnesses and our evidence, and got
ready to do battle. Back and forth. That's the way it
would be.
" I'd like to ask that the proceedings be delayed,
pending the outcome of the criminal proceedings, " I
told the committee.
" It is our belief that the presence of Mr. Davison
on the campus, and in some cases, within the same
classrooms as the complainant, would cause an
oppressive atmosphere. We are asking that the dispute
be resolved as quickly as possible, " Kendra had
brought along a friend, Terri, who was quite skilled at
speaking the language of the committee.
That argument was resolved in her favour. Another
point for Kendra.
I'll have to say, it was a fairly even match. My
line of defence was simple. I argued that I had never
gone over to Kendra's place that evening. It was my
only chance.
If I admitted to being there, I knew I was lost. She
would turn on the waterworks, play the victim, and
these overpaid administrators would eat it up. My only
hope was to convince them that Kendra was simply trying
to frame me.
We went through the evidence.
Okay, so the cards were stacked against me. She
showed graphic pictures of the bruising on both her
wrists and thighs. Wow. At first I thought that it was
make-up. I hadn't realized that it got quite that
rough. I had no evidence to refute the photos. Kendra
won that round.
Next she paraded out some witnesses who saw us at
the party together. Luckily for me, the witnesses
weren't entirely sure if we left the party together.
Some even said that I seemed to be brushing her off.
Not too damaging to my case.
I was able to produce a friend who testified that I
was with him that evening after the party. I'm not sure
that the committee bought his story, but I guess it was
better than no alibi at all.
One last witness. Kendra's roommate, Crystal. This
was an important witness. I paid close attention to her
testimony.
" Do you recall the morning in question ?"
Terri was doing an admirable job of legalese.
" Yes. " Crystal answered.
" How would you describe the manner of your
roommate, Kendra Wilkes, on that morning ?"
" She was shaken up. "
" Did she tell you why ?"
" Yes. She told me that she had been raped. I told
her to go to the police. "
" No further questions. "
I stood. I think Kendra was surprised that I had
questions for her roommate.
" Hello Crystal, " I said. " Um, has your roommate
ever mentioned me to you before this incident ?"
She looked at her friend.
" Yes, " she replied hesitantly.
" In what context ?"
She was still slow to answer. " Well, she didn't
like you much. She often would come home angry about
some argument that you two had in class. "
" Do you think she would have wanted to see me
expelled ?"
Terri rose. " I don't think this is relevant. "
They had something to hide.
Damn it. The committee ruled in her favour. Oh well.
At least I got the question out there.
Crystal seemed relieved to be off the stand. When I
was sure no one else was looking, I winked at her. She
had done a marvellous job.
We were in the final days of the hearing. I thought
that I had done pretty well. It was so close, in fact,
that the committee asked Kendra and I if we would be
willing to go into a conference room together, and see
if we could work out a solution. No witnesses, no
record, just the two of us.
They would completely understand if either of us
wasn't willing, they told us.
Neither one of us was going to back down from a
challenge like that.
So, there we were, sitting across the table from
each other.
" I've got you, " Kendra told me, a smug little grin
on her face. " You may as well give up now. "
" That's not the way I see it. "
She shook her head.
" You don't understand. You've already lost.
Everyone on campus has heard about the charges. In most
of their eyes, you've been found guilty already. "
I had to give her credit there. Her little
propaganda machine had gone into overdrive, and I was
vilified. The only hope that I had was if the committee
found clearly in my favour. On the evidence that was
in, I wasn't sure that it would happen.
" Kendra, Kendra, Kendra..." I said, trying not to
betray my nerves. " When will you get tired of losing
to me. As far as anyone in that room knows, I was never
in your apartment at all. You can't overcome that. "
" On the contrary, Calvin. Or do you prefer to be
called 'Cal' ? Whatever. You've backed yourself into a
corner. Now that you've committed to the defence that
you were never there, all I have to do is show that we
had sex, and the committee will infer that it was a
rape. You can't argue consent at that point, can you ?"
" I won't have to. If you had evidence, you would
have used it by now."
Kendra was so smug.
" Do you remember, Calvin, what you did with that
condom you used ? Yes, you took it to the washroom.
Yes, you dropped it in the ? But can you really
remember... did you flush the ?"
I tried not to show any emotion.
" I took that precious little package, and I emptied
to contents into myself. When the cops did the rape kit
the next day, they found the semen within me. I thought
it would be better that way... to show that you were in
too much of a rush to rape me to bother with a condom."
Her eyes were smiling through those little wire-
frame glasses of hers.
" The cops are doing DNA testing. They haven't
charged you yet, but they will as soon as they get the
results. As soon as those tests are in, we'll pass them
on to the committee. You're as good as gone. "
" When ?" I asked.
" Tomorrow Calvin, tomorrow. "
We waited with the committee. Terri and Kendra were
absolutely glowing. The police department was sending
over a to deliver the DNA results.
As excited as they were, I was sure my heart was
going to burst. I had been waiting for this moment. You
see, I had a surprise of my own planned.
The committee chair was the first to read the
report. His face was grave as he passed it along to the
other members of the committee.
Terri rose.
" Mr. Chairperson, I'd like to move that the test
result be read into the record. "
This was the moment that I was waiting for.
" I'm not sure that it would be appropriate, " the
chairman answered.
Kendra rose now. She was impatient.
" I demand that the results be read, " she said. "
I'm anxious to have this resolved. "
" Well, uh, " the stuttered. " The results
indicate that the semen sample collected does not match
the respondent. In fact, the tests indicate that the
DNA is more likely to originate from an than
from a human source. The educated guess of the
technician is that the semen is that of a dog. "
An embarrassing silence filled the room.
Kendra glared at me. The implications started to
sink in. She was beaten. It was her own fault, really.
How could she possibly believe that I'd be stupid
enough to leave my own condom behind ?
I had been tipped off ahead of time, of course. I
knew what her game was from the start. Kendra's
roommate, Crystal had dated a friend of mine the
previous year, and we had grown quite close. She often
talked to me about Kendra, and when the plan was
hatched, she gave me the heads up.
That part was luck.
The cum, though, that was all my idea. I had no
idea that Kendra would go so far as to empty the condom
into herself. That was just a wonderful little bonus. I
could hardly contain my laughter.
Ah well, it was a good rivalry while it lasted.
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