Schoolgirl SockFight

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I know this story isn't for everyone. I have decided to slowly add some 3d artwork. I've edited the story a bit to better match the artwork. If you come across parts that don't make sense I will eventually work it out. Thanks for reading!  

 

Schoolgirl SockFight

 

Lexi Smith has become popularly known for her unique fashion ensemble. It’s a personality trait that she’s carried down from her private school years. The sexy Florida girl is currently attending a university at a north eastern state college. The redhead has taken the traditional schoolgirl uniform and sexed it up a bit. Nearly every day she can be seen wearing a short little pleated skirt with a tight blouse, and she has quite the wardrobe. Although there is one accessory that has become her trademark, a pair of frilly ankle socks that she wears nearly every day. She couples them along with a fashionable pair of high heels. This has earned her the nickname "sock girl" around campus.

 

She loves that the attention is immediately drawn down to her feet as she dangles her sexy high-heel shoes and twirls her foot while sitting cross-legged in the classroom or at the library. Lexi has this unique teasing look about her while batting her eyes in a "come fuck me" like challenge. She owns the look. The redhead has also been told she has the cutest most perfect feet ever. Someone even referred to her as having princess feet. Lexi certainly takes pride in her ability to tease and flirt. No other girl can compare.

Lexi gets quite a bit of attention from the guys and even some of the girls for that matter, although a lot of that girl attention is not too friendly. The 20 year old 5’ 6” redhead is quite the looker, extremely cute, deep emerald green eyes with thick lustrous red hair. She has a sexy hard body with all the right curves. A lot of girls see Lexi's twirling foot as a challenge and have sat across from her attempting to steal the spotlight with their own little footsie show. A few of these little contests have turned physical, feet kicking and twisting together in a tight cluster. The redhead always proving to overwhelm these challengers with her skill. Nobody beats Lexi in a game of footsie. She's even been known to twist the socks right off other girls feet before. 

  

One day while walking across campus Lexi passes by a group of girls that suddenly start to giggle and snicker. She gets a strange feeling this is not the usual “Oh my god look at her” reaction she gets when a lot of the girls see her for the first time. She catches part of their conversation as she passes by and hears the mention of another “sock girl” on campus.

 

Shortly after hearing this Lexi gets confirmation as one of her friends named Emily pulls her over to the side to inform her. “Hey there is another girl on campus… I'm not sure if she’s trying to steal your look or maybe it’s just coincidence, but she's wearing your look right down to the frilly ankle socks.” the friend tells her. Lexi’s a bit perturbed by hearing this as she goes on about her day.

 

After her second class, the redhead is making her way across campus when she spots a long dark haired girl approaching from the opposite direction. The closer this girl gets the cuter and sexier she appears. Lexi's mind goes into melt down mode seeing this other hot chick deck out in a short black pleated skirt with a tight button-up blouse. The outfit easily rivals her own sexy design right down to the 3 inch fashionable heels and white frilly ankle socks. 

Oh you fucking copycat little slut! Lexi mumbles to herself as the two of them come within several feet of each other. Time seems to slow down as the two girls approach each other on the campus pathway. Lexi finds herself pea-cocking as her pounding steps slow. She stands tall, shoulders back, her ample c-cup breast thrusting out. 

 

Both their faces are reflecting an angry bitch expression as they take in each other hot figures and sexy attire, especially their near identical frilly lace ankle socks. Just as they come shoulder to shoulder their eyes shoot up and lock, green to blue.

‘What the fuck!’ Lexi's mind nearly explodes as she passes by one of the cutest girls she has ever seen. An instant hate hits her like a 20 ton semi-truck. The despising look on the dark-haired girl's face tells Lexi the feeling is mutual. They hold the look as they pass, each one holding it until they’re looking back over their shoulders. Finally the redhead turns to look forward in order to keep from stumbling off the pathway. She continues to occasionally look back in disbelief as the distance between them increases. 

 

“How dare that bitch!” Lexi mumbles under her breath. The redhead is in a panic with the realization that the dark-haired girl might be wearing the schoolgirl look better than she is. It’s a style that Lexi believes she owns, especially the frilly ankle socks. It has become her trademark. For the longest time she has collected and worn hundreds of pairs of these socks. All different colors and styles: white socks with red lace, red socks with white lace, blue socks, green socks, orange socks, black socks. All different color combinations and pairings. However for the most typical day she chooses to wear the traditional plain white frilly socks. 

 

This is not sitting well with the redhead. She starts texting her friends and asking around trying to figure out who this slut is and where she comes from. She eventually learns the girls name is Tristan Cooper, a 19 year old freshmen from California. Lexi also learns this new girl has a not so friendly attitude. Chloe, another friend of Lexi’s, tried to befriend the raven-haired girl and was rudely attacked. Now Lexi can't get this girl out of her mind. An obvious confrontation is in the making. 

 

By the time Lexi’s last class of the day comes about, the redhead still hasn’t stop thinking about what she was going to do about the copycat freshman, but as Lexi enters the classroom and sees the raven-haired girl sitting in the back of the room, she suddenly starts to choke and cough. 

 

“Oh my God… will somebody please get that girl a mask.” the dark-haired girl snidely remarks.

 

The freshman's comment angers Lexi, let alone the fact that the girl is sitting all prim and proper right here in her English class, her left leg crossed over right, posture as straight as an arrow. Lexi's not about to be intimidated so she walks over and plops down in the seat next to the girl. With a huff and a puff she immediately crosses her right leg over left, and whether on accident or not, Lexi's foot strikes the raven-haired girls. They give each other a smirky look and then in retaliation Tristan suddenly kicks her foot out, striking the redhead's high heel shoe. Just then the college professor walks in and his voice rings out, leaving the two girls dangling feet hanging in close proximity. 

As the class room lecture gets underway Lexi can't help but notice Tristan's twisting and twirling foot out of the corner of her eye, an obvious attempt to showcase and demonstrate her foot tease. The redhead is not about to let the challenge go unanswered, so she starts her own intimidating little taunt, twisting and whirling her foot in a gyrating fashion. 

 

The two college schoolgirls now find themselves in a little game of stare and compare as each one attempts to outperform the other with their foot tease. 

 

Lexi starts to feel annoyed with Tristan's efforts. Nobody can tease better than I can. She says to herself. Lexi suddenly looks up to see the freshman staring back at her. The redhead seems mesmerized as she stares into the deep crystal-blue eyes of one of the sexiest girls she has ever seen. The raven-haired girl bats her eyes in a provocative taunt, causing Lexi to suddenly feel inferior. 

 

What's the possibility of this raven-haired sexpot being better at this little teasing game? Is she hotter? Is she more capable of attracting attention? These were all thoughts running through Lexi's mind. 

 

The red-haired girl suddenly finds herself in unfamiliar territory. This was her style, her trademark, and it was staring right back at her in a daring challenge. 

 

For the next hour the two girls remain cross-legged while dangling and twirling their feet side by side. Eventually Tristan starts flicking her shoe off and on, creating a soft leather and cotton sound that resonates in the area around them. Lexi finds herself automatically coping the raven-haired girl with the snap and retrieval of her own high heel shoe. This irritates the redhead as she's is usually the one taking the lead in these games.  

 

Dangling their shoes from their toes becomes more and more part of the game, rocking and swinging their high heels in close proximity. Lexi realizes this is her chance to show up the raven-haired girl. She waits for the right opportunity and then strikes out with the swinging heel of her shoe. Tristan sees it coming and rocks her shoe back, avoiding the strike. The raven girl then counter acts with a swing of her own and hits the side of the redheads shoe, nearly knocking it from her foot. Lexi finds herself in retreat, becoming even more frustrated that she hasn't been able to dominated the California girl. She looks up to see the same smirky little expression on her face, once again the raven girl bats her eyes in a teasing manner. Lexi bats back. Tease is met with tease as the redhead attempts to disguise her frustration. 

 

Tristan's high heel shoe is now swinging and whirling around more profoundly, battle ready.  

Lexi is now faced with having to fight or flight. Her pride was never going to allow her to back down, even though for the first time in the back of her mind she has concern. The redhead anchors herself in her chair, swinging her high heel shoe around with all the expertise she can muster. The two of them trade intimating looks as their eyes occasionally glance up of from their twirling feet. 

 

It's do or die as Lexi dives in with a series of swings and misses. Tristan parries and thrusts, the redhead manages to avoid or block the raven girl's counter attacks. Lexi swings in deeper and manages to strike her rival's shoe with a couple of reverberating blows. Tristan responds with a few strikes that has the redhead's shoe teetering on the edge of her toes. Back and forth the battle continues as the two girls trade knocking hits and thrusts under the slight cover of the classroom seating.  

Clickity-clackity, clickity-clackity" the sound of their fighting patent leather pumps smacking together. The noise would periodically raise the attention of some of the other students. They would briefly look around with curiosity. 

 

Occasionally Lexi's and Tristan's heels would become locked, leather and hard plastic prying and scraping against each other. At one point the two of them start swinging and knocking the tips of their high heels together. It takes an extraordinary aim considering how small the pointy heels are, but they manage to pound them into each other like hammering the heads of two nails together. It's a contest as to which one could deliver the harder blow.

 

Tristan keeps proving to be skilled opponent as Lexi starts to feel her heel being bashed in by the bludgeoning hits of the raven girl's swinging strikes. During one particular swing Tristan manages to use trickery and delays her forward motion by a faction of a second, just enough time for her to swing her heel up under Lexi's shoe and knock it from her foot.  The black enamel pump goes tumbling to the floor.  

Luckily the it didn't travel far. Lexi quickly retrieves the shoe with her foot, trying to pretend that just didn't happen. She looks over to see Tristan's foot proudly swinging and whirling her shoe around in triumph. The redhead then looks up to see the same smug, flirty little smirk on the girl's face, more batting of the eyes.

 

What in the world is happening? Lexi thinks to herself. Frustration and anger drive her back into the fight. With more determination then ever the redhead attacks with every move and technique she has, but it just wasn't enough to overtake the raven girl's skill. 

 

Lexi resorts to pressing in sole to sole with Tristan, pushing and prying with her toes, feeling hard resistance. With a scraping motion she tries to lift the other girl's shoe from her foot, but Tristan grinds back until Lexi's shoe is teetering off the edge of her toes.  Once again the redhead ends up losing her shoe. This time bouncing off in a distance that has her struggling to reach it. 

 

Lexi's now exasperated. There was no way in hell she was going to submit. The idea of a full on kicking fight enters the redhead's mind, but suddenly the hour strikes and the professor announces the end of the class. Before allowing anyone to leave he calls out a list of students he would like to see. Lexi’s name is on that list. 

 

“Lucky for you.” Tristan snickers as she gathers her books and leaves the class room. 

 

'What are the chances the freshman will wait for her outside the classroom?’ Lexi thinks to herself.

 

After meeting up with her professor about a late assignment, the redhead makes her way to her dorm room, scanning the campus for the raven-haired girl, but she is never spotted.

 

Lexi can’t get the idea of what just happened out of her mind. How dare that bitch copy me. she thinks to herself. Not only copy, but quite possibly a better copy. The sophomore quickly stifles that thought. Lexi truly believes she owns the schoolgirl look, especially the frilly lace socks. It’s become her trademark. No other girl can pull off the look like she can, and to have this teasing bitch strutting around campus like this cannot and will not go unanswered.

 

As Lexi thinks of ways to deal with the freshman she stretches out on her bed. She wonders who would win a sexy, teasing schoolgirl contest if the two of them were put up against each other in comparison.  The level of jealousy and frustration has Lexi recalling the years she spent competing against other girls under similar circumstances. As she thinks about the situation both past and present, she starts to rub herself through her panties while trying to figure out the best way to deal with the California bitch.

 

The next day Lexi chooses doll herself up to the max. Taking extra time to shower, trim, and primp. She rubs lotion into her smooth soft skin, applies her makeup with precision, and brushes out her long, thick shiny red hair.

 

After slipping into a red, black, and green plaid pleated skirt and putting on an ultra-tight short sleeve button up blouse she choose one of her favorite footwear pairings, white socks that have red frilly lace trim around the ankles. She combines the socks with a cherry red pair of patent leather high heel pumps.The Florida girl even chooses to put on her favorite little ankle bracelets. The little trinket charms add to her teasing sex appeal. It's time for war. 

 

 Like clockwork Lexi finds herself on the same path as yesterday when she spots the raven-haired girl walking towards her. 

She quickly takes in the shiny black patent leather heels the other girl is wearing along with a pair of white ankle socks with black frilly lace trim. Upon closer examination the redhead notices the sexy little anklets strapped around Tristan's feet. What the fuck is going on? This enrages Lexi as she takes in the rest of the raven-haired girls outfit, a black, purple, and red plaid pleated skirt with tight button up blouse. There’s no doubt the girl has also slutted herself up a bit more than yesterday with the makeup and thick fluffed up hair. The freshman is pounding her high heel shoes across the pathway as she approaches. 

 

This time there will be no letting her pass without a confrontation. Lexi tells herself and she amplifies the pounding of her own cherry red shoes across the pathway. 

 

 The two girls seem to be on a collision course of mutual hate as they make a bee-line straight for each other.

 

“I need to have a word with you!” Lexi announces with a stern voice. She’s expecting the freshman to yield, but the girl doesn’t.

 

“Oh yeah well I have a word for you…” At the last second the California girl shouts out “Bitch” just before pile driving her tits into the redhead’s.

 

Lexi barely has enough time to react as she leans into the collision. 

 

The two schoolgirls slammed together tit to tit and face to face. Instead of bouncing off each other the two of them seem to stick together like glue, their snarling angry faces pressing together. Lexi finds herself having to catch her footing to keep from being driven back by the force of the raven-haired girl. 

 

‘You fucking bitch… who do you think you are?" The raven-haired girl screams into Lexi's face.

 

"Who do you think you are… you fucking slut!" The redhead shouts back.

 

Lexi has successfully used this “get in her face” tactic quite a few times. The silly girls at her private school thought they were going to prance around copying the redhead's little trademark look. With a bit of pressing she was able to put those bitches in their place.  

 

“I’m only going to tell you once, you fucking slut,” Tristan’s lips smear across Lexi’s as she takes the lead. “Lose the look, bitch… especially the socks!” 

 

Lexi pushes in, fighting to keep her footing. “I don’t think so bitch. These socks are my trademark. There's no way in hell I'm going to take them off.” the redhead drops her book bag and aligns herself firmly against the freshman. “You take yours off, slut!” 

 

“Trademark?” Tristan smirks. “Well I consider these socks to be my signature look, and there's no fucking way I'm taking them off!” she then drops her own book bag and plants herself firmly against the redhead. “So what the fuck are you going to do about it?"

 

 Lexi finds herself at an impasse. For several long seconds the two schoolgirls pressed together. It’s an awkward situation, fight or flight 

 

 As the girls hands hang down by their sides the raven-haired girl reaches forward and laces her fingers into the sophomore’s, locking the Florida girl into the confrontation. The freshman juts her chin out against the other girl's. “What bitch…do you wanna fight me?” She then tightens her grip.

“If I have too.” Lexi fingers tighten in response. She strikes her own chin out until the two of them are looking down their noses and into each other’s eyes.  “Do you wanna fight me?” Lexi returns the question. Their glossy lips now smearing together as they speak,

 

“If I have too.”  Tristan response and the two girls find themselves in a game of mercy, staring deeply into each other’s eyes with anger and hate. Lips are curled back, snarling mouths pressing together, pearly white teeth practically scraping together as the idea of fighting hangs in the air.

 

Fuck this bitch is strong! the redhead thinks to herself while locked in the struggle. Lexi can't help but notice how evenly matched they appear to be in height and weight. It becomes a struggle to push and bend the other girl to their will. Even their neck muscles are straining as they press face to face. The two of them take each other on chin to chin, then switch forehead to forehead. They glare into each other's eyes with determination.

 

Lexi isn't sure how the hell she ended up in this little face battle against this other cute girl. Probably stemming from the fact that the two of them are hell bent on having dominating control over the teasing characteristics of the other. The redhead can smell Tristan's sweet strawberry perfume mixing in with her own cherry scent, maybe even unconsciously smelling a hint of the other girl's pheromones battling it out with her own as their scents swirled and mixed together around them.

 

Their bodies continued to adjust in small increments, in search of something that would give one the advantage over the other. Lexi can now feel the hard nubs on the freshman's girl’s tits flicking back and forth over her own hardening nipples through their tight blouses and bras. 

 

 Their legs stumble and spread as the two girls press in tighter and tighter. Then suddenly the two girls find themselves pubic bone to pubic bone. The two girls feel the surprising connection and stand motionless.

 

Cute schoolgirl is now pressing perfectly into cute schoolgirl: body to body, nipple to nipple, inner thighs pressing, pubic bones now crushing together through their short skirts and panties. They remained finger-locked, nose to nose, their snarling mouths spraying spittle across each other’s pearly white teeth from their exertion. Neither girl knowing exactly how the two of them ended up like this, but they hold this position, fighting to out-press and break the other one's will. 

 

Needless to say the two girls are starting to attract attention as a few of the other students walk by and stare. Suddenly the campus clock tower starts ringing out announcing the turn of the hour - an indication they are now late to their next class. Lexi was just about to pull back when the raven-haired girl swipes herself across the sophomore’s body, like she was purposely wiping herself off on the redhead before stepping away. Lexi's now left with the sweet perfumed scent of the other schoolgirl smeared across the front of her body, something that she would more than likely smell throughout the rest of the day.

 

 The redhead grabs her book bag and heads off to class looking back over her shoulder to see Tristan looking back with a snotty smirk on her face.

 

 

As Lexi sits in her next class she can’t help but be annoyed by the smell of the raven-haired girls strawberry perfume mixing in with her own cherry scent. The redhead swears she can smell a hit of peppermint mixed into the blend. The boys and even some of the girls have told Lexi that she carries a natural cinnamon like fragrance of her own. It has her thinking that this hint of peppermint might be the natural scent the raven-haired girl carries with her. Either way the fragrances are all mixing together making it hard for Lexi to concentrate on anything but her confrontation with the raven-haired girl.

 

Lexi knows she will soon be encountering Tristan in her English class. This time she plans on arriving early so they can continue their discussion. With an hour or so of spare time between classes, Lexi shows up more than a half hour early. She is shocked to see the freshman already sitting at the back of the classroom.

 

 “What the fuck?” The redhead mumble to herself. Looks like this girl might be a bit more eager to continue this confrontation than she is.

 

The raven-haired girl is displaying a proper and dominating posture as she sits straight up, shoulders back, chest out, her legs crossed, left foot dangling into the space next to her. Another chair has been perfectly arranged side by side, looking like an invitation for Lexi to sit down and have a conversation. 

 

This intimidating display frustrates the redhead as she clinches her fists. She stomps across the floor and plops down in the seat next to the other girl. As she crosses her legs right over left, her foot bumps into Lexi’s. Tristan responds by bumping back. The two sock girls now have a little push and nudge game going on between their feet. The two of them look down to watch the footsie battle. After a while Lexi looks up to see the dark-haired girl looking back at her. The raven-haired girls piercing blue eyes outlined in black eyeliner, purple eye shadow, and heavy mascara.

Lexi bats her own heavily made-up eyes and the two girls hold the looks for several seconds. Tristan’s eyes finally breaks away and she looks down at their lightly rubbing shoes only to look back up a few seconds later. Lexi quickly copies the move, looking down and then back up. This starts a playful back and forth, eyes flashing as to what the other girl is thinking and what their strategy could be. 

 

Not a word is spoken and after what seems like several minutes, Tristan finally breaks away from the spectacle by lifting her left foot and placing it on her right knee, an obvious offer for Lexi to compare. 

 

Lexi notices the sexy red bottoms of her rival’s shoes, a color that nearly matches her own cherry shoes. The sexy appearance of the freshman's foot is making her jealous. She pulls her foot up and with delicate precision the two socks girls align the bottoms of their sexy high heel shoes. It's a perfect match. 

Once again the two girl’s trade looks in between glancing down at their perfectly pressed together high heel shoes. 

 

"What size shoes to you wear?" Tristan finally breaks the silence with batting eye lashes.

 

"I'm a perfect size 7." Lexi responds while looking down at the perfect match up

 

"What size do you wear?" The question returned as the redhead looks up and locks eyes with Tristan. The perfect alignment between their shoes would have answered the question, but the two girls needed to hear it.

 

"I'm an even more perfect size seven." Tristan responds like she has to one up the redhead. 

 

"Really?" The sophomore suddenly removes her shoe, leaving her frilly sock covered foot sitting on her knee. "Maybe you'd like to put your more than perfect size seven up against mine and we'll find out who's more perfect?"

 

"Fine, lets compare." Tristan is quick to remove her own shoe and the two girls proceed to press their sock covered soles together. They immediately start to feel the exchange of hot moisture between their damp socks. They remain pressing together for some time, their eyes going back and forth between each other's faces and their connected feet. Each one trying to determine any size difference, but they appear to be a perfect match. 

 

“Listen bitch," Tristan swings her right arm around Lexi's head and aggressively pulls the other girl in tight against her side. "I can understand the whole college schoolgirl getup and all… but the frilly ankle socks thing is mine. You’re embarrassing yourself by coping me and it needs to stop." Tristan explains with a threatening tone.

 

Lexi copies the move and swings her left arm around the raven girl's head and tugs her in tight, lessening the space even more between their two angry faces. “You listen here bitch! Frilly socks have been my trademark for as long as I can remember. So there is no way in hell I am going to stop wearing them. You’re the one who should stop embarrassing yourself by coping me.”

 

“Well I consider these to be my signature socks. People know when they see these socks they see me. I can only imagine the horror they feel when they look up to see your ugly face. YOU need to stop wearing them." Tristan's teeth clinch.

 "When hell freezes over bitch, I am cuter than you are… my socks are cuter than yours… everything about me is cuter than you. You’re the one that need to stop wearing them!" Lexi responds with the same intensity.

 

 "Cuter? You think you and your socks are cuter than me and my socks?" Tristan sneers. The two college schoolgirls stare each other down now at another impasse.

 

Lexi finally responds. "Cuter...and I'm a better tease." She starts rubbing her sock covered sole against the freshman's.

 

"What? You think your tease is better than mine, bitch?" The raven-haired girl responds with her own soft grind.

 

“Cuter and better." The redhead replies, her foot grind against Tristan's intensifying.

 

"And you really think your tease can beat mine?" Tristan rubs back. 

"Crush it!" Lexi responds with a sneer.

 

For a moment the two of them trade looks in between watching their little foot battle. They would bat their eyes at one another and give each other their best alluring, seductive look. The two girls were really trying to play up their teasing arousal as a quick puff of air would occasionally escape their mouths, each girl taking in the other's sweet candy smelling breath.

 

"How far are you willing to take this?" Tristan suddenly kicks off her other shoe, her right foot now searching out Lexi's left.

 

The redhead immediately follows suit. Their sock covered feet start tangling together on the floor.

 

"All the way, bitch."  The two girls stretch out their legs. The feet they have pressing sole to sole in their lap start to stretch out as well, until they become entwined with the other pair. They start slipping and sliding their legs together, twisting and churning their feet into a tight cluster of frilly lace ankle socks.  

 

Clutching each other tight, Lexi has her right arm wrapped around the dark-haired girl’s head while Tristan has her left arm wrapped around the sophomore’s head. Their other arm is wrapped around in front of each other as they pull one another in tight. Cheek to cheek they watch the battle of their fully entwined frilly sock-covered feet unfold.

 

You can hear the soft cotton rubbing together as the tension becomes so tight that eventually there’s hardly any movement. Leg muscles surging and rippling from their exertion. Their sock-covered feet coiling into each other like interlocking pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Their upper bodies turning into one another as much as sitting in their chairs would allow. They squeeze, each girl determined to break each other’s strain.

“I’m going to crush the fucking shit out of you bitch!”  Tristan snarls through clinched teeth.   

 

“I’ll break you first, you fucking slut!” The redhead replies with struggling effort.

 

They trade hateful looks between glancing down at their frilly sock-covered feet fight. Their cheek to cheek faces pressing so hard that Lexi’s left and Tristan’s right eye lashes tangle together. Their snarling faces smashing together, eyeballs boring into each other.

 

It becomes a stalemate, hardly any movement. Every muscle in their bodies straining. A tightly twisted knot of legs and frilly sock covered schoolgirl feet.

 

Just then a loud group of students walk in and start to fill the classroom. The girls quickly pull away from each other, sitting up straight in their chairs yet their sock-covered feet stay clustered together, somewhat hidden under the classroom seating.

 

As the class gets underway the tension eases allowing their feet to slip and slide more freely together. A soft yet still aggressive game of footsie continues, swirling and rubbing their frilly ankle sock covered feet together. It builds into a little contest as to which one can use her feet more sensually against the other. Using every inch of their sock-covered feet to circle and rub against the opposition. Occasionally they get locked together in a test of strength, pushing and prying against each other until slipping back into a grind of soft sheer cotton. 

 

As class continues the two college schoolgirls occasionally look up and lock eyes in a heated glare. “Who’s better at this?” Lexi thinks to herself as she gazes into the hate-filled eyes of her enemy. “Is she more into this than I am? Is her frilly sock collection better than mine?” The redhead’s mind continues to fight with the situation she’s lock in. It’s like the dark-haired girl is more determined to destroy Lexi’s frilly sock tease with her own.

 

 The redhead’s using every little footsie technique she’s learned over the years only to find the California girl matching her and possibly even outperforming her.

 

For the entire hour long class the two college schoolgirls keep their frilly sock-covered feet twisting and grinding together. Neither one relinquishing this battle.

 

 As class comes to an end, Lexi gets held back again by the teacher. After an hour long game of footsie it’s miraculous that they hadn’t rubbed holes into each other socks. 

 

Tristan slips her shoe back on and gathers her books. Just as she stands to leave, she slips the redhead a note. It has the words “Coffee shop” written on it. A chill shoots through Lexi's body knowing this is far from over and that the two of them will soon be able to continue their confrontation. She gives a quick acknowledging glance at the freshman as the dark-haired girl turns to leave.

 

 

 

Lexi arrives at the coffee shop to find Tristan sitting in the back corner at a small table, legs crossed, twirling her foot in anticipation. A chair was place opposite her in perfect position for the up coming confrontation.   The redhead orders herself a chai tea then makes her way to the back of the charming little store. The redhead places her drink on the table and plops down in the chair opposite Tristan. Her right leg swings over her left causing the black and red high heel shoes to smack together. The two girls eye each other with suspicion while their feet twist and twirl about, just inches apart. 

 

"You think you can play footsie better than I can?" Tristan asks as she playfully bumps and nudges the redhead's dancing foot. 

 

"I can play footsie better and I'm a better flirt." Lexi makes the claim as she bats her eyes, returning the tap and push against the freshman's foot.

 

"You're pretty confident. Maybe you'd like to test your theory?" The raven girl returns the look while fluttering her eyelashes. 

 

"Maybe I would, if your up to the challenge." The redhead shifts back and forth in a provocative manner, flashing her "fuck me " eyes while lightly kicking away at Tristan's foot. 

 

"You'll have to do better than that if you want to flirt with me." The raven-haired girl puts on her own provoking show - a slow hip rocking, body churning display.  

The two girls continue to flirt with each other, their high heel shoes playfully nudging and tapping together. 

The flirt slowly becomes aggressive as their focusing eyes turn more daring and brazen - the game of footsie becoming combative - their sexy shoes bumping and bashing together until the insteps of their high heel pumps slip into each other. The two girls now locked together.

 

Tristan places her hands on the table and starts to tap her black painted fingernails across the hard surface in a drumming rhythm. “What are we going to do about this situation?” She asks sternly

 

Not to be intimidated Lexi brings her hands onto the table and starts her own drum roll with her freshly painted red nails. “That’s easy… lose the socks.” The sophomore demands as she continues to mock the other girls pounding fingernails. 

 

“It would be easier for you.” The freshman stops the tapping only to slip her fingers in between Lexi’s. “Because I’m sure the hell not going to lose mine.” The dark-haired girl grips the sophomore’s fingers tight while twisting her foot into the redhead’s.

 

The two of them stare intently into each other’s eyes over the table. “Well it’s not going to be me, bitch!” Lexi tightens her own fingers, their arms now stretched out between them, locking each other into the foot fight.

 

“Then I guess it will have to be forced.” Tristan then puts her full strength into the finger-lock and the foot twist.

 

The sophomore fights to suppress the pain as the other girl’s fingers and foot pry and crush in tight against her own. She struggles, twisting and gripping tight while trying to maintain a straight poker face.

The two of them stare intently into each other’s eyes as this game of mercy between their hands and feet continue - their fingers growing thumb while the two interlocked shoes threaten to break the heel off each others pumps. They could hear the squeaking and cracking noises of their patent leather high heel shoes prying and twist against each other. The contest between the two schoolgirls continues while they trade snide quips and threats.

  

“Give it up bitch… you can’t compete on my level.” The California girl sneers across the small table.

 

“You’re right slut… I’m ten levels above you.” Lexi responds with her own catty glare.

 

“You’re delusional… and weak. I've already beaten you.” The freshman shoots back with an icy gaze.”

 

Lexi struggles with the possibility of some truth behind that statement as she fights the painful crush and twist of her fingers and foot. “You’re the one that’s delusional bitch… I’ll never give in to a cunt like you!” The sophomore’s lips curl back and she snarls through clinching teeth.

 

 “You won’t have to… I’ll just break you so you can’t fight back.”  In a quick startling maneuver, Tristan manages to dislodge the redhead’s high heel shoe from her foot, sending it tumbling to the floor.  

 

 “See… you're an amateur. I’m so much better at this.” The freshman snickers and giggles.

 

“Fuck you bitch this doesn’t prove a thing.” The redhead snap back.

 

“Face it… you don’t have what it takes. I’ll just continue making a fool of you.” Tristan then kicks off her own high heel pump and engages the sophomore’s frilly sock covered foot with her own. She immediately starts to twist and twirl her foot around the redhead's with skill and certainty.

  

Lexi twists back, rotating her own foot around the opposing force. “That’s not going to happen bitch… nobody is better at this than me.” She matches the intensity of the freshman’s foot, twisting her ankle in a whirling motion.

 

For several minutes the two schoolgirls literally screw their frilly sock covered feet together in a tight rotating coil. It seems to be a battle as to which girl is taking the lead as they would at times reverse the twirl or pause to rub the soft insteps of their feet together. Occasionally they would pry against each other in a foot wrestling match, only to reengage time and time again in a tight twisting knot of frilly sock-covered feet. 

"I'm going to screw your sock right off your foot!"  Lexi snarls while continuing to twist her foot. 

 

"We shall see." Tristan responds. 

 

The two of them glare into each other’s eyes with determination and hate as they lean over the table. Their laced fingers no longer clasping at full strength, but instead being used as leverage and control in the footsie battle below.

 

Lexi fights to keep this other sock girl from getting the upper hand, or the upper foot in this case. Yet she can’t help but feel Tristan taking control. It feels like the California bitch is literally twisting the sock right off her foot and she finds herself struggling to following the raven-haired girl's lead in this battle, when it should be the other way around.

 

Then it actually starts happening. Lexi's sock is being twisted right off her foot. The redhead can't believe her sock is actually being pulled right out from under her anklets. She starts using her toes in an attempt to grip and pull away at Tristan's sock. The tables quickly turn as she manages to grab some loose cotton material between her toes. It's such a perfect catch and now it's the freshman struggling to keep in control as Lexi starts to twist the raven girl's sock off. 

 

But then something happens, the two loose socks start to twist together. As their feet continue to twirl, they realize both their socks are being pulled off. 

This causes the two of them to suddenly stop, an entwined cluster of their knotted socks hanging between their feet. They realize either one of them is at risk of losing this game. They eye each other wearily.

"Looks like we might be sock locked." Lexi suggests in a wisecracking manner.

Tristan attempts to pull back with a tug only to find her sock being pulled off.

 

The redhead attempts the same thing, finding her own sock being pulled further down her foot. 

 

The raven-haired girl gives Lexi a viscous sneer. "Let's finish it!" She shouts out and then launches her foot back into the twisting fight. 

 

The sophomore fights back, twisting and twirling, their loose socks being pulled off their feet, entwining tighter and tighter together. 

 

Suddenly the knotted socks drop to the floor.   

 

"Your end dropped first!" Tristan shouts out. 

 

"Bullshit bitch, your end dropped first!" Lexi shouts back.   

 

"Ok princess feet, you got lucky. Lets call this one a draw." Tristan makes the claim. "And speaking of princess feet, let's see what you've got." The raven girl was already moving her chair around to the side. She quickly removes her other shoe and sock. The freshman stretches her legs out, holding her feet up. "Let's just see how your princess feet compare to mine side by side."

 

Lexi looks over to see Tristan twisting her feet about and wiggling her toes. Oh my god her feet are really cute. The redhead thinks to herself, and for the first time she feels a bit of hesitation.  She suddenly notices the raven girl wearing a cute little toe ring, on right ring toe. 

 

Back in her old school the girls use to have a thing where they would wear their toe rings on their right foot to show other girls they were up for a game of footsie. They would trade toe rings with each other and put them on their left foot, an indication that they were currently locked in an on-going game of footsie with another girl. It just so happens Lexi is wearing her favorite toe ring on her right foot.  

 

"Come on princess, let's compare. Unless your afraid to compare your feet to mine." The raven girls says mockingly. 

What in the world is happening? This is suppose to be Lexi's thing. She is suppose to be the one in charge and yet Tristan keeps taking the lead.

 

"You're about to embarrass yourself. You should be the one that's afraid." Lexi's replies while attempting to appear unflinching. 

 

The redhead moves her chair over side by side with the freshman's.

 

"Yay! Comparison fight! Comparison fight! Tristan suddenly shouts out, acting all giddy and confident. 

 

Lexi takes off her other shoe and sock. She then stretches her legs out and starts to show off her feet, coping the raven girls twisting, twirling, wiggling display. 

 

"Ok come here princess." Tristan then wraps her arms around the redhead, the same way she did back in the classroom. "I don't want you trying to pull out of the comparison once I put you to shame."

 

"No chance of that." Lexi responds by wrapping her own arms around the raven girl. "Ok lets do it, side by side." The redhead commands as she attempts to take control. 

 

Ankle to ankle the two girls bring their feet together. They look down their legs at the side by side comparison. Each one studying the shape, size and overall appearance of every toe - their smooth flawless skin - their perfectly polished and trimmed nails.  

"I like your toe ring." Tristan makes the compliment. 

 

"I like yours too." The sophomore responds.

 

"We should trade." Tristan suggests. 

"OK, let's do it." Lexi agrees while feeling a bit weary about the exchange.

 

The two girls pull their feet up and remove their rings. They hand them over to each other and Lexi watches as Tristan puts her toe ring on her left foot. 

 

What the fuck? The redhead is taken back by the move. She follows suit, placing Tristan's toe ring on her left foot. This was it, she was now locked in. 

 

The two of them stretch their legs back out and compare once again. After a long hard study with the occasional wiggling of their toes the raven-haired girl finally speaks out."I think I have you beat." 

Lexi had to admit to herself she has never compared feet with a girl that has feet as cute as Tristan's. Maybe she's right. The redhead was thinking it, but she was never going to admit that. "You're delusional." She replies instead with some attempted confidence. 

"Just look at them and tell me I'm wrong."

Lexi then lifts her right leg and places her foot in her lap, flexing and wiggling her toes in a challenging like fashion. "What is with you?" The redhead replies while trying to understand how this girl could quite possibly be better at this game then she is.

 

"I'm better at this then you are." Tristan states as she brings her left foot up into her lap and presses the bare sole of her foot up against Lexi's.

 

And there it is. Exactly what the redhead was thinking. 

 

Lexi shudders as she feels the silky smooth sole of Tristan's foot pressing into her own. The two of them look down at the comparison. Both taking in the ultra soft, ultra hot, melting heat as they press the bottoms of their feet together. What a perfect match. Is Tristan my foot twin? The redhead thinks to herself. 

The two girls eyes come up and lock, batting at each other with their best teasing flirt.

 

"My feet are cuter." Lexi finally breaks the icy silence and starts rubbing the bottom of her soft sole against Tristan's. 

 

"My feet are cuter." The raven girl replies and returns the delicate rub. 

 

For a moment the two girls remained locked in a stare and compare. Taking in the soft sensitive feel of rubbing their bare, silky smooth soles together.

 

The sensation was causing Lexi to become wet, an uncontrollable arousal sweeping over her. She could only hope that she was having the same affect on Tristan.

 

“I think it's time we take this someplace more private?” Tristan make the suggestion as she suddenly reaches up and latches onto Lexi’s hair.  “I know you don’t want anyone to see me make a fool out of you.” She pulls the redhead’s face in close. She's no longer being soft and delicate.“So let's take this game some place private." The raven girl demands.

 

The redhead replies back by latching onto the freshman’s hair. “Fine bitch, you wanna escalate this, let's do it!” The two of them stare each other down nose to nose for a moment.

 

A million thoughts are running through Lexi's mind.  What’s it going to mean for her to be alone with this spitfire. More than likely things are going to get even more twisted between the two of them.

  

“Let’s do it!” The freshman sneers and then releases her hold. Two girls pull out of their tight tussle then proceed to gather their socks and shoes back on.

 

Tristan unravels the two socks that had gotten twisted together.

 

"Trade?" The raven-haired girl asks the question as she holds up one of her own socks. 

 

The redhead looks over and immediately understands  what Tristan was suggesting. Lexi has seen this several times back at her old school. Another little ritual where two girls would often trade one sock and one shoe after being locked together in a foot comparison. Something that she has even participated in a few times. 

 

The redhead holds up one of her own socks. "Trade." She simply replies and with that the two girls hand each other one sock. 

 

They slip on the mismatched socks. "We should do shoes too." Lexi then tosses one of her cherry red heels over to the raven girl. 

 

"Why not a couple of our ankle bracelets while were at it?" Tristan adds to the exchange

 

Now with each one wearing a red lace sock in a black high heel and one black lace sock in a cherry high heel, they stand and face each other.     

 

Tristan moves over and gets nose to nose with the redhead. "I know the perfect place. We can go to the student center and reserve a study room," The freshman makes sure to press in nice and tight. 

“Great, let’s do it!” Lexi sneers while pressing back. After a brief stare down two girls pull back.

 

Tristan slips an arm around the redhead and pulls her in tight. The sophomore reciprocates the move and the two girl yank each other out of the coffee shop and start heading in the direction of the student center. The two of them look like they're performing some kind of fight march across the campus, hip to hip, their mismatched lacy sock covered ankles welded together as their mismatched high heel shoes pound across the path. Anyone spotting the two schoolgirls marching arm in arm quickly came to the conclusion that these two girls were on their way to settle their differences. 

The college campus has a dozen or so sound proof rooms for students to study, meditate, do yoga, or even just some alone time. The little 8 foot by 10 foot rooms are designed to be safe spaces, or whatever this day and age would call them. 

 

 They arrive at the front desk of the student center, and as luck would have it there's a room available. The two girls quickly sign in.

 

Now they enter the small sound proof room. Tristan reaches over and cranks up the heat. This is the perfect place for the two college schoolgirls to settle their differences. There's a small desk and chair, relaxing lighting, and an oversized yoga mat filling most of the floor area where the two girls now stand smashing nose to nose. They find themselves finger-locked once again, staring into each other’s wide-open eyes with contentious intent. For what seems like the longest time the two girl stand together in a press-off. Each one trying to read the others thoughts.

 

 "So are you ready to pick up where we left off, bitch!" Tristan finally snaps out of her trance.

 

"I'm ready you fucking cunt!" Lexi replies back, breaking out of her own mesmerizing state. She is still unsure of the freshman's intent.

"I can't have you walking around campus coping my look. I am the true sock girl." The raven girl states.

 

"The feeling is mutual, bitch. I actually want to destroy your socks." Lexi replies with a hiss. 

 

"Then lets make them fight each other, my socks against your socks. We'll rub them together until one pair shreds the other pair." Tristan makes the challenge. 

 

"Fine bitch, let's do it! The redhead agrees, ready and eager. 

 

The raven-haired pulls back and quickly removes her mismatched shoes. She then drops down to the yoga mat with her feet flat on the floor, arms wrapped around her bent knees. She presents her sock-covered toes to the sophomore. 

 

Lexi follows her lead, removing her shoes and dropping down to the yoga mat. She lines up her feet bringing herself toe to toe with the raven-haired girl. Looking down the two girls examine the close proximity of their feet. They can barely see their nail polish through the slightly sheer mismatched socks they are wearing. The red polish on the redhead's nicely trimmed nails against the black polish on the dark-haired girls pedicured nails.  Each toe slightly shorter than the next to form a perfectly shaped feet fight face-off between the two college schoolgirls. 

 

They noticed that they have to trade socks back, otherwise their own two socks will be rubbing together. However instead of trading back normally, Tristan switches the socks between her own left and right feet, keeping the mismatch and  now being able to rub red lace against black lace. 

 

After another brief comparison Tristan scoots back and offers the soles of her sock covered feet to the redhead. Lexi then scoots back herself, slowly becoming annoyed with the freshman constantly taking the lead. She then stretches her legs out facing the dark-haired girl.

 

 Tristan moves forward and presses the bottoms of her sock covered feet into Lexi's. The two of them shift back and forth until they are perfectly aligned sole to sole. They lean back a bit with their hands resting on the yoga mat slightly behind themselves. The redhead feel Tristan pressing in tighter so she responds with her own hard press. For the longest time the two schoolgirls remain connected like this and simply stare intently at one another.  

Their socks are hot and damp from being in their leather shoes most of the day. They glare at each other with disdain looks on their faces. Even though hating each other the two schoolgirls can't help but feel a connection to each through this perfect sole to sole, sock swapping alignment. They seem to be absorbing themselves in feeling of the heat and sweat being mix together between their frilly socks.

  

Lexi starts to feel the Tristan's feet flexing a bit, the girl's toes curling and rubbing into her own. She slowly starts to mash her toes back into the raven girl's. 

 

They press in tight. For a while their feet remain fixed, toes smashing and gripping. Slowly they start to shift, rubbing the bottoms of their sock covered feet together. 

 

Being that they're each wearing one sock of the other only seems to make this contest even more complicated - trying to figure out how to play favorites.  

 

“That's it princess, let’s get into it. Sock Fight!” Tristan shouts out while increasing the rubbing action.

 

For a few minutes the two go at it, frilly girl socks against frilly girl socks. It’s a push and grind fight as Lexi finds herself struggling to match the strength of the freshman’s feet and at times feels herself being push across the yoga mat. 

"Wait! I have an idea that will make this better." Tristan then reaches over and starts rummaging through her back pack. "Ah yes here they are." she says as she pulls out a black pair of nylon tights. "We can use these to play a game of tug-of-war as we rub our sock-covered feet together."

 

Lexi suddenly remembers she has a pair of her own nylon tights in her back pack.  A pair she had cum in just a couple of days ago while sitting in class. She had forgotten all about them until now. The redhead searches through her back pack. 

 

"I have a pair too. We can use both." Lexi holds up a pair of white nylon tights.

 

"We just keep proving ourselves more and more alike, don't we Princess?" Tristan replies. 

 

 The two girls toss over one end of their tights to each other.  They each take hold and start pulling. 

 

"We should probably twist them together to make a rope." 

 

And with that they start to entwine the two pairs, twisting black and white nylon together.  

 

Once they have them nice and tight they start to pull, easy at first and then with increasing leverage. 

 

Lexi immediately notices the difference, the two of them grinding their sock-covered feet together harder now.  

 

"See much better. Come on princess pull! Lets see how strong you are." Tristan shouts out while pulling harder. 

 

Lexi is suddenly yanked forward, fighting to match Tristan's strength. 

 

"Wait, I wasn't ready!" The redhead shouts out. 

 

"Ok Princess lets start over." The freshman eases up a bit, allowing for a fair starting position. 

 

"Stop calling me Princess." Lexi shouts out in anger while pulling and grinding her feet hard against Tristan's. 

 

"Isn't that what you told me you were?" The raven girl grinds back just as hard. 

 

"Oh my god, you're such a bitch!" The sophomore pulls harder. 

 

 "That's it Princess, let's see how strong you really are." Tristan increases her pull. Lexi fights back just as hard. The tug-of-war begins.  

 

It starts off with the two of them slightly wavering back and forth, grunting and gasping for air. 

 

Lexi finds herself being pulled forward. Fuck this bitch is strong! She has to re-grip the nylon tights and in doing so it causes her to lose ground, but then she puts everything she has into the fight, hissing and grunting with spittle flying out from between her clenched teeth. She manages to pull Tristan back.    

 

"That's it bitch, PULL!" Tristan manages to shout out through the intense struggle.   

 

Another wavering stalemate plays out: snarling, growling, grunting, hissing. Their muscles rippling and shaking. The bottoms of their sock-covered feet couldn't be molded together any tighter. 

Slowly but surely this back and forth struggle has Lexi fighting to keep from being pulled forward. After a long, hard, excruciating battle it appears Tristan is the stronger one between the two of them. 

 

"Fuck No!" Lexi shouts out while being pulled forward. She re-grips the nylon tights and once again pulls with all her might. The redhead manages to regain some ground.

 

Tristan giggles through her own strain and struggle as she starts grinding the bottoms of her sock covered feet into Lexi's. "I'm stronger, bitch!" She yells out."

 

"No fucking way!" The redhead fights and fights to pull harder. Unwilling to accept it. 

 

"Yes fucking way!" The raven girl claims as she now starts to toy with the sophomore, rubbing her feet and pulling at the same time. 

 

"I won't allow it!" Lexi continues to fight. Pulling the raven girl forward at times only to have the girl yank her back again.

 

"It's happening! Come on bitch lets grind so I can finish you off and your socks." Tristan keeps the redhead in check, pulling and grinding. 

 

"You fucking bitch!" Lexi shouts out, still determined. Eventually she weakens to the point where she can only match the intense grinding of Tristan's feet. 

 

"Weak bitch, I'm going to finish you off, along with your little princess socks." The freshman yanks the redhead forward, letting her know she is in control. 

 

"Not fucking going to happen!" Lexi yells out - pulling, grinding, and struggling - determined with the idea of beating this girl. At times she feels she is taking control, only to have the raven girl yank her back. 

 

Their sock grinding continues. They trade snarky remarks about what their sock are doing to each other and why each one of them considers herself the rightful sock princess. 

 

“This is it bitch, my socks are erasing your socks bitch!” Tristan continues to yank and grind away.

 

“Oh yeah well my socks are actually eating your socks slut! You’re lucky I don't have my entire sock collection here.  It would prove to you why I’m the rightful sock girl. I have over a hundred pairs.” Lexi states as she fights to pull and rub.

 

 “I have well over a hundred pairs of lacy socks too. I would gladly match my collection against yours, bitch.” Tristan replies while grinding away.  “Your socks would be overwhelmed.”

 

For several minutes the two girl continue this mismatched, sock rubbing fight. The longer and harder the two girls rub, the hotter and sweatier their feet become. At the moment the moist lubrication seems to be hindering any fray their socks might inflict on each other.

 

 All this grinding agitates the smell of their feet as the two opposing scents mixed together. Lexi's natural cinnamon fragrance being forced to mix into the peppermint like smell coming from the freshman's feet. 

 

The two girls take notice of their battling scents. "I guess while I'm rubbing out your socks I might as well erase the nasty smell of your feet and replace it with my sweet peppermint scent"

 

 “Listen bitch my cinnamon scent is already wiping away any trance of your dirty smell and your socks are already showing signs of holes." Lexi claims. 

 

"Oh yeah bitch not as much as the holes I've already rub into your socks?" Tristan declares.

 

“Let's take a look." The redhead suddenly stops and pulls back. The two girls examine the damage to their sock covered soles. Sure enough two little holes have appeared across the bottoms of Lexi's socks. She looks to see Tristan’s socks starting to wear a bit but not as much in comparison.

 

“What the fuck?” Lexi screams out. 

 

Tristan straightens her legs back out, the soles of her sock covered feet facing Lexi. “Come on bitch… let's finish this!”

 

“Oh you fucking slut!" Lexi shouts out and then puts the damaged sock covered soles of her feet back against Tristan's and starts to grind away with even more effort, but Tristan comes right back with just as much intensity and rubs the bottoms of her feet into Lexi's.

 

"That's it bitch… fight me!” Tristan snarls. 

 

Each girl now determined more than ever to shred the other girl's socks. They push, pry, and grind together. At times the two merely press together tight. While perfectly aligned they push, pull, and yank each other back and forth. Their toes start mashing and gripping each other - each one attempting to interlock them through their socks. The two of them are now leaning more forward into the fight, grunting hissing and snarling at each other as they continue their push and grind.

 

Lexi’s feet feel so hot and sweaty and just knowing the two of them are mixing the smell of their feet together has something else growing wet.  The redhead believes she can smell something a bit more intimate swirling in the air around them, causing the redhead to feel even more light headed and frustrated. The arousal makes her feel like she’s getting controlled, pushed and pulled back across the floor by Tristan’s powerful strength. 

 

For several more minutes the two schoolgirls continue to literally iron the bottoms of the sock covered feet together, permanently tainting the smell of each other's feet as they grind in tight and hard.

 

 "I'm tearing your socks apart bitch!" Lexi hisses.

 

 "Not as much as I'm tearing yours slut!" Tristan replies wickedly, "Your sock are disintegrating."

 

The word disintegrate has Lexi in another panic and for the second time she pulls her feet back from the fight. The holes are now bigger than before. Lexi see fire as the two girls compare their damage. The freshman’s socks are starting to wear for sure, but nowhere near the damage Tristan’s socks have done to Lexi's socks. There’s no doubt, the redhead's socks are being eaten by the freshman's socks.

 

 “You see it’s all in the technique.” The California girl snickers

 

  A frustrated Lexi jumps to her feet. "This means nothing bitch!"

 

Tristan quickly stands and gets nose to nose with the redhead. "The fuck it doesn't slut!" The raven-haired girl presses in tight cause Lexi to step back. "You're losing!"

 

The red head digs in and pushes back. "You are not going to take this away from me you bitch!"

 

 "The fuck I am!" The raven-haired girl pushes her forehead tight against Lexi's. The two girls find themselves in another finger-lock. 

 

 Lexi can feel the raven-haired girl purposely pressing her tits into her own, attempting to show her authority. The redhead  pushes back taking in the weight and feel of the dark-haired girl's firm globes crushing against hers, comparing them to her own tight c-cup breasts. 

 

 "I'm the sock-girl, it's my trademark, you fucking bitch!" Lexi snarls and struggles against the raven-haired girl.

 

 "No, I'm the sock-girl, it's my signature, you fucking whore!"

 

 The two finger-locked college schoolgirls press in tighter, aligning themselves even more perfectly.

 

Their hot breath is clashing between the glossy lipsticked mouths. Their painted eyes locked in a struggling glare. The feel of Tristan's stiff nubs gyrating into her own hardening rods, their mixing scents swirling in the air around them has Lexi feeling light headed, weakening her. The redhead is feeling overwhelmed with the idea that Tristan might be too much for her to take on.

 

"You lost bitch!" Tristan senses the redheads doubt.

 

 "It's not over slut!" Lexi shoots back with determination.

 

"Oh yeah, well what else do you have to fight with?" Tristan breaks the finger-lock only to dig her fingernails into the redhead’s tight ass. "How about we fight panty to panty!"  Tristan then pulls redhead's pelvis tight into her own. 

 

 Lexi’s pussy gushes as she hears the raven-haired girl’s challenge. She fights to keep herself together and to keep her body tight against the freshman’s. 

 

“You wanna fight with our dirty underwear bitch… I’ll fight you panty to panty.” The redhead finds herself responding with the same lewdness as she reaches back and digs her fingernails into the raven-haired girl’s ass and pulls in tight.

 

 There's a long pause as the two schoolgirls eye each other with disdain anger.

 

 "Are you afraid to match what you've got under your skirt with what I've got under my skirt?” Tristan reaches down and pulls the hem of her own skirts up

 

 "I'll match" The sophomore simply responds by lifting her own skirt.

 

 Their legs slowly wrestle and become entwined, locking together at their frilly sock covered ankles. Nose to nose the two girls pant in each other’s faces: makeup covered eyes, mascara coated lashes, glossy red painted lips all hovering a mere centimeter away from each other.   

 

"You think you can take me on like this you dirty little schoolgirl bitch?" Tristan asks with batting eyelashes. “I’ve taken on wanna be sock sluts like you before.” The California girl claims.

 

"Well this isn’t my first rodeo either.” The redhead couldn’t help but recall the arch rival she had all through her private school years. Mara was her name. The one girl Lexi couldn’t intimidate. The two of them spent years getting into each other’s faces until finally during their senior year the two 18 year olds had it out. After a long hard battle the loser was forced out of her socks. After Lexi left Florida for college she heard Mara had challenged her to another fight.  Although the two of them have yet to reconnect.

 

And now faced with possibly an even bigger challenge, Lexi presses in tight. "I'll fight you with everything I have you fucking slut." Lexi sneers with a challenging look.

 

 "Everything?" Even that snotty little mouth of yours." Tristan juts her jaw out against the redhead's.

 

 A gasp of air escaped Lexi's mouth upon hearing the challenge. "Anything and everything I have bitch!” Lexi responds through her panting breath,

 

The two girls eye each other with intimidation. Pouty lips glistening with thick lipstick and saliva start to chase each other until finally a kiss is laid upon each other. It’s a soft mashing of lipstick covered lips that lasts several seconds. Their eyes remaining open as they stare intently at one another. Their lips stick together as they pull apart. While eyeing each other cautiously they start a rotating grind with their panty covered pussies.

 

"Is this what you want bitch? A slutty little schoolgirl catfight between us?" Lexi asks as she starts to slap and claw away at the freshman’s tight ass. 

 

 "I don't see you running away from our perverted little match-up." Tristan responds with the same slaps and claws. 

 

Their mouths come together again. Mashing a bit more firmly and aggressively against each other, smearing their cherry and strawberry lip-gloss together. This kiss lasting twice as long as their first before finally pulling apart again.

 

 They are panting and grinding into each other even more heavily now. 

 

"Anything and everything.” Its Lexi this time taking lead as the determined sophomore plunges her wet tongue into Tristan's mouth

 

 The California girl is quick to fight back, driving her own spit coated tongue deep into the redheads mouth. 

 

For several minutes the two schoolgirls tongue kiss each other deep and hard. With open eyes their heads bob back and forth as they seek out different angles of attack.

 

Tristan finally pulls back. She reaches up and pulls open the front of her blouse, exposing a tight, black lacy bra, her perfect c-cup breasts practically come spilling out over the top. 

 

"You're locked into this fight now bitch!" The raven-haired girl's legs tighten around Lexi's as she emphasizes the statement. 

 

The redhead opens the front of her own shirt, showing off a lacy red bra that's just as tight and revealing as the freshman’s.

 

 "So this is what you want, isn't bitch? To fight in our dirty underwear?" Lexi asks snidely

 

 “Like I said… I don't see you backing down." Tristan replies as she reaches around the sophomore and pulls her in tight, lacy bra to lacy bra. 

 

"I'll fight you with whatever it takes." The redhead reaches around and pulls the other girl in.

 

"Well you've already lost the sock fight" The dark-haired girl states.

 

"I didn't lose anything bitch… this fight is far from over!" The sophomore proclaims.

 

 "Either way bitch you're going down." Tristan threatens

 

"You'll go down with me slut, and you're going to be the one on the bottom." Lexi pulls in tighter.

 

 The two locked together schoolgirls continued to trade challenges and snide remarks while staring hatefully into each other’s eyes, clutching each other tight, their hot breath spreading across one another's glossy lips. 

 

They start to battle again, foreheads pressing tight, neck muscles straining. Their faces start to shift, going cheek to cheek then chin to chin. Their tongues start to fight, neither girls attempting to control the amount of saliva pouring out from their mouths as their eyes remain open in a deadly glare. 

 

 Their bodies now rubbing and grinding together, working themselves tighter and tighter into the clinch. The embrace becomes more and more aggressive, slapping and clawing away at each other’s backs and asses. They start to stumble around the room, viciously grunting and snarling as each schoolgirl fights to out crush and overwhelm the other.

 

It doesn’t take long for the small room to heat up from their exertion.  A light sheen of perspiration now appearing across the schoolgirl’s soft skin as they mold and mash together. Sweat is not the only thing the heat around them is energizing. The smell of their body lotions, deodorants, and perfumes have all blended in with the battling scents of their pheromones and arousal.    

 

 They continue to argue, trading insults between their smashed together lips and fighting tongues, Most of what their saying is unrecognizable as they babble and drool against each other's mouths. Their mixing spit literally dripping off their chins as they stumble around the small room from wall to wall while glaring into each other's eyes with disgusted hate.

 

Eventually they trip and fall to the floor, the yoga mat helping to take in some of the impact. Strangely they manage to remain wrapped in each other’s arms as they fight for the top position. They roll back and forth, first one then the other crushing down on her rival. Each time the one on top would set her hips in place and bear down crotch to crotch, tit to tit. Even using neck muscles to keep their opponents head pinned to the floor. 

 

The one on the bottom thrusting up and rocking their bodies until they eventually manage to flip the position. Even their mismatched, ankle-locked frilly sock covered feet are getting into the fight by twisting and prying against each other as the roll back and forth.

 

The rolling gains momentum until they are crashing wall to wall: smooth soft legs grape-vining, frilly sock covered ankles locked, arm crushing their bodies together, bra covered tits over spilling and flattening together, mouths continuing to attack each other full force, swapping spit while their eyes remain open.

 

They roll into the wall hitting hard enough to cause their bodies to separate. Tristan quickly sits up and pulls off her open blouse and then removes her bra. Next she slips her skirt off and faces the redhead, her legs are spread, knees bent.

 

“Ok bitch it’s down to our socks and panties.” Her bare tits are thrusting out with her wet panty covered crotch on full display.

 

Lexi has never seen a more fuck-able girl as she takes in Tristan’s glistening body, coated in a sheen of sweat. Her perfect pink nipples throbbing and stiff atop a perfectly shaped pair of c-cup breasts. A pulsating camel-toed pussy on full display through her tight soaking wet black panty. Strands of black pubic hair can be seen poking out around the edges.  A very kissable set of swollen lips now smeared with their mixed lipstick. Her glossy spit-covered mouth and chin dripping with saliva. The cutest most fuck-able face she has ever seen now sneering at her in the most challenging way.  An invitation to lock up and fight. 

 

A wavering Lexi removes her own clothing until she is sitting across from the raven-haired girl. She spreads her legs out and leans back on her hands. Building confidence, she thrusts out her own set of perfect tits and wet panty covered cunt in a "come and get me" pose. Her body is sheened in a moist coating of her natural lubricates. Her nipples are tight and stiff as bullets.  A sopping wet shuddering cunt is throbbing through her tight silky red underwear, a few strands of her own red pubic hair peeking out.  A swollen mouth covered in mixed lipstick and dripping with spit. Her own cute face matching the snarling intensity of the freshman's.

 

Lexi realizes that once she locks up in a tight clinch with the dark-haired schoolgirl there may be no escape, but she’s determined to crush the bitch. "Let’s finish this then slut… socks and panties.” With her legs still bent and spread the redhead starts mashing her sock covered toes into Tristan's.

 

“Like I said bitch, my socks have already won the fight.” Tristan states as she digs her toes back into Lexi's. “Now I’m going to make damn sure you abide by our little deal.” 

 

 "This fight isn't over." The redhead replies.

 

  “Well I have to say I'm surprised by your determination, but it's time to take you all the way down bitch.” Tristan snarls through grinding teeth

 

 "The only one going down is you slut!"  Lexi states angrily as their toes crush in harder, practically interlocking through their frilly ankle socks.

 

"Then come over here and lets fight like real schoolgirls, you fucking cunt!" the raven-haired thrusts out her tits and panty covered pussy. 

 

"You wanna slutty schoolgirl fight? I give you a fight you'll never forget, bitch!" The redhead snarls and slips herself into the scissor position.

 

Tristan launches herself forward and two soaking wet pairs of panties meet. They pushed into each other while leaning back they start to grind, pussy to pussy. 

 

They become fixated on each other, hate-filled eyes never parting. They can hear the sopping wet noise of their panties sloshing together, the sound adding to the intensity of the fight as they work their panty covered cunts into a lather. 

 

"You think you’re so fucking hot, teasing and  flaunting your shit around campus in your short skirts and lacy socks… don't you bitch?" Tristan sneers at the redhead. 

 

"I can’t help it if everyone would rather look at me than you, slut.” Lexi replies.

 

"In your dreams you whore.” Tristan shoots back, 

 

"No dreams bitch, I wear it perfectly every day.” Lexi states with confidence, 

 

"You don't have enough sex in that weak little body of yours to strut around wearing tight schoolgirl outfits, especially the frilly socks.” Tristan claims with a snarl. 

 

"Are you kidding me? You don't capture anywhere near the attention I do, and I have way more sex in this body than you can imagine.” Lexi declares with a huff. 

 

“Well I’m about to take it all away!" Tristan comes forward, pushing her tits out daring Lexi to confront.

 

"You won’t have to worry about it, because after I'm finished with you, you'll no longer be wearing the schoolgirl look." Lexi comes forward, aligning her rock hard nipples perfectly against the freshman's. 

 

"Let’s just find out who the hottest schoolgirl bitch is between us once and for all." Tristan's pink nipples start to flick and rub against the redhead’s.

 

“Fight me!” Lexi shouts and returns the nipple mash with even more aggression. The redhead has always been so proud of her perfect tits, and now she matching up with another girl that has just as nice of tits, possibly nicer. It’s going to be a fight to wear this bitch down.

 

Tristan reacts with the same determination, drilling and corkscrewing her hardened nipples into the Florida girl’s. 

 

The two college schoolgirls push each back and forth, fighting with their tits and panty covered cunts.

 

“I can feel you getting hard bitch.” Tristan lips curl back as she speaks. “You better be careful if you think you're going to test me down there like that."  

 

“You’re the one that needs to be careful.” Lexi hisses through clinching teeth. “If you don’t want your hardness to be broken then you better back the fuck down slut.” The sophomore fights to keep herself aligned with the dark-haired girl. 

 

“Ha Ha… don’t make me laugh!” The freshman chuckles. “I will snap you in half.” Tristan feels out the redhead’s stiffing nub through their wet rubbing panties and attacks it with her own hardening spear. 

 

“Fuck you bitch!” Lexi shouts out with determination as she matches the intense grinding of the dark-haired girls assault. 

 

The two schoolgirl’s asses lift off the floor as they leverage against each other clit to clit and nipples to nipples. They push and churn into one another with a corkscrewing grind.  

 

Their arousal is so high it’s causing their nipples to leak as they smear and twist their shafts into each other. For the time being the bending and flicking against each other remains equally. Occasionally the two could feel their nipples catch and snap apart as their milk holes mysteriously suck and stick together.

 

It becomes a battle to push each other back and mount their rival. They get in each other's faces, pressing nose to nose, their tits pushing in tight and hard. Nipples buried head on inside a mountain of flesh. Their soaking wet panties now tangling and knotting together. 

 

“Face it bitch. My panties are winning the fight.” Lexi huffs and pants as she rolls and grinds her soaking wet underwear into the freshman’s  

 

“Bitch my panties are going to rip yours to shreds… just like my socks did to yours.” Tristan replies with her own undulating grind. 

 

The gyrating motion is causing the edges of their panties to catch and roll. Within minutes the two girls seem to have expertly coiled the crotches of their silky panties together to form a twisted black and red rope between their fighting cunts.

 

“See bitch, my panties are fucking strangling your panties.” Lexi states as she looks down the valley between their fighting tits, 

 

“Your panties are the ones getting destroyed, you fucking whore.” Tristan pushes her forehead in tight so she can get a view, 

 

The two schoolgirls find themselves rolling the entwined panties back and forth from side to side. The coiled underwear acting as a tool between their fighting cunts as they find ways to use the twisted material, including sawing the entwined silk between each other’s fuck holes.  

 

More and more the panty rope gets pushed off to the side, letting their decent size red and black pubic bushes to merge and tangle. All while their swollen naked pussy lips mash and grind together. 

 

“I can’t wait for my black pubes to rip your redheaded cunt bald.” Tristan hisses as she works her pubic hair forest into Lexi’s. 

 

“Your weak pubes aren’t strong enough to stand up against my red hairs.” The sophomore comes back with a deep invading grind. 

 

“Oh yeah that’s it bitch! Tie your cunt hairs into mine and we’ll see who has the most hair left when this is over.” the dark-haired girl returns the intensity. 

 

Not only can the girls hear the sound of their pubic hair crunching and grinding together, they can also hear their wet cunts sucking into each other.  

 

"This is just the start of me ripping you bald and sucking you dry, bitch!” Tristan threatens with a rotating grind.

 

"You're the one that's going to be ripped to fucking shreds and sucked inside out, slut!" Lexi pants heavily and matches the threat. "You can never match up against me."

 

"If you’re so sure of yourself then let’s lock it in completely slut." Tristan challenges with a hard thrust and grind.

 

"What…you wanna get into a sleazy little schoolgirl catball catfight with me… do you cunt?" Lexi questions with a panting husk. “Because I'll crush the life out of you!"

 

"Then let's do it you fucking whore." The freshman demands. “Let’s schoolgirl catball catfight each other like nasty little bitches!” 

 

Their arms and legs slide up and around each other’s backs, forming a tight clinch that remains upright for the time being.

 

For several minutes the two college girls sneer and pant into each other's faces as they slowly adjust their position, nails digging into each other's backs. Each one looking for that perfect alignment that's going to allow them to crush their rival. Legs are snaking up higher and higher around each other's backs, arms fully encircling each other’s bodies until they finally reach the perfect arrangement. 

 

There seems to be a pause as the two schoolgirls simply glare into each other's eyes. They are now wide open to each other, fully exposing themselves to the limits as they measure themselves against each other. With a full on body to body crush their grip is getting tighter and tighter by the second.

 

"I can feel what you've got and it's nowhere near what I've got." Lexi finally breaks the silence with a blank stare. She slowly starts to rock her body in tight against the freshman's, probing, searching and testing.

 

"Well you must not be feeling the same thing I am because all I'm feeling is a weak little intimidated bitch." Tristan responds with the same monotone voice as she matches the redhead's grind.

 

The rocking gets a bit more intense. Their bodies undulating into each other. 

 

The two schoolgirls are now full on fucking each other.  Their cunt lips are now mashing and sealing together in a soaking wet fight to drain the other girl.

 

“We're going to find out which one of us is the true frilly sock-girl.” Tristan claims, grunting and hissing.

 

“Your right bitch, we're going to find out which one of us is the real frilly sock queen.” Lexi response through clinching teeth and curled back lips.

 

They squeeze each other tight, using their neck muscles they start to push nose to nose, chin to chin, their lips smashing together. Suddenly their tongues are deep in each other's mouth, swirling and corkscrewing together. Their eyes remain open and glaring. Their bodies are straining as they squeeze and rock. Each girl working themselves into the tightest embrace possible as they slap and scratch each other up. 

 

Perfect c-cup breast are completely compressed. Their rib cages practically interlocking from the vicious crush. From a side view it would be hard to choose a pair of winning tits.  One set of nipples are possibly inverting the other set of nipples, but at this point the two girls are too numb and aroused to tell which ones. 

 

The two schoolgirls are completely locked together in a frilly sock-ball catfight. Fighting each other for the right to be the sock queen on campus. Their tangled schoolgirl panties are still pushed off to the side as their fuck holes suck and lock together. They fight to work their pussies deep inside each other. Feeling the wet, velvety smooth flesh of their inner cunt meat mashing and churning together. 

 

Their mouths attack each other - tongues jamming down each other's throats while chins glisten and drip with their mixing schoolgirl spit. Their heads are bobbing back and forth as they traded positions - noses slipping off to the right and then to the left as they seal their mouths together and corkscrew their sloppy wet tongues together. Each one attempting to gag the other with their spit but most of it just ends up mixing together, girl spit into girl spit.  

 

Suddenly a shared orgasm rocks the two sock girls as they flood their panty-knotted cunt fight with even more juice. They shake and shudder in each other's arms as they trade and mix their cum together, pumping and sucking the mixture back and forth from deep within their bodies. Once the orgasm subsides they continue to go after each other: crushing, grinding, and cursing. 

 

Their knotted schoolgirl panties are barely hanging on as they repeatedly soak up and wring out each other’s mixing pussy juice. Sometimes the twisted panties get caught right between the sucking lips of their cunts as they sealed together and traded juices.

 

The two schoolgirl’s hands reach up and have found each other’s hair as they now rip and tear away strands of red and black hair that litter the floor around them.  Clits and nipples are twisting and knotting into each other in a fight to break the other, forcing a limp flaccid defeat. Back and forth their heads bob with thick strings of mixing girl-spit connecting their mouths. It's dripping off their chins as they switch from side to side. Occasionally they press straight on, nose to nose. Outside of of their mouths their tongues twist together in a sloppy bath of their mixing drool. They mash their faces together with wide open eyes glaring the most venomous hate into each other as they continue to pull hair and fight.

 

The two college girls start to wobble and suddenly find themselves rolling back and forth around the room fighting for the top position. They crush, claw and pull hair as they roll around.

 

The two catballing college girls continued to attack each other with ferocity, arms and legs wrapped around each other they kiss and suck together as tight as two schoolgirls can possibly get. Clits and nipples are now so tightly fused together that the orgasms come in waves. Back and forth they trade their juices, churning and mixing schoolgirl into schoolgirl. It seems to be a fight to see which girl can penetrate the other girl the deepest.

 

The rolling slows with longer and longer periods of time between shifting. For a period of time Lexi would be on top then they would switch up with Tristan on top. There's even times when they are locked together on their sides. 

 

The small room has literally become a catfight oven, baking the two schoolgirls into each other. The heat and sweat of their bodies adding to the rising temperature of the study room. The smell is so thick and dense from the mixing scents of their arousal and pheromones, it's a miracle the paint hasn't melted off the walls. The essence emitting from the girls cannot escape the sound proof room, their smells are literally being forced to mix together and fight. The girls agreed this was the perfect place for the two of them to come together and fight, but there's sure going to be complaints tomorrow.

 

It comes to a point when the rolling stops, and if Tristan's dominating position has any indication, the redhead is on the losing end of the fight. The freshman is using Lexi's own hair to pin her head to the floor and her hips are set in a downward crushing lock. Slowly but surely it’s the dark-haired girls clit that is wringing Lexi's out. The two sex horns are twisted together so tight it has the sophomore's clit collapsing like a flaccid little girl-cock. The redhead's nipples are suffering the same defeat, being inverted and fucked by the other girl's superior hardness. Even Lexi's tongue has softened into a mushy mass of flesh. The redheads eyes now barely open while Tristan's face is still expressing the same hatefully determination from the start. The Florida girl is choking and gurgling as the California girl gags the redhead with their mixing spit. 

 

After a long painfully euphoric battle Lexi's body goes limp in surrender. Tristan continues her assault until she explodes in her final orgasm, pumping the redhead’s cunt full of her dominating juice. For several more minutes the two schoolgirls remain in a tight cat-ball. The raven-haired girl continuing to mash and grind into Lexi, proclaiming her victory fuck until the redhead is literally drowning in their mixing spit and cunt juices. The muffled moaning of the redhead pleading for mercy continues until she finally passes out.

 

Tristan slowly pulls herself out of the catball girl-fuck, their coiled panties roll apart. Several strings of spit and cum connect her to the redhead until snapping apart, signaling the finally disconnect between the two schoolgirls. The California girl stands over Lexi and looks down at her defeated rival. The redhead’s body all scratched up with tufts of her hair ripped out, a red matted bush littered with black pubic hair, soaking wet from their mixing fuck juices. Her pussy lips are so swollen they look like they had been suck deep into Tristan’s cunt and crushed.

 

"I expect you to abide by our agreement bitch" Tristan snarls. "I don't want to see you wearing any frilly ankle socks from now on slut! I own you slut." She reaches down and pulls the tattered sock off her own left foot. "We're married to each other until I say different." The raven girl hold her foot over Lexi's face, showing her the toe ring. "Now lick it bitch!" 

 

"The nearly unconscious redhead's tongue comes out and wipes the bottom of Tristan's foot. 

 

The raven girl then spits on Lexi. She reaches down and pulls the frilly ankle socks off Lexi's feet. Taking it a step further she pulls the soaking wet panties from the redhead's motionless body.

 

Tristan searches for her clothes and gets dressed while Lexi remains partly conscious on the floor. The freshman collects the remaining redhead's clothing including her cherry red shoes, leaving the Florida girl to walk out naked.

 

“Like I said bitch, I own you. The next time I see you, you better be dressed down.” She again spits on the girl one finally time and then walks out the door. 

 

Lexi lays there for nearly an hour before she finds the strength to move. The only thing she can find is the soaking wet yoga mat to wrap around her body. It will be days if not weeks before either girl will be able to completely wash the smell of each other off themselves. The two of them had been going at it for hours, soaking themselves in each other’s mixing sweat, saliva, and cum.  

 

Luckily it's dark out as the redhead makes her way back to her dorm room ducking and dodging in an attempt to not be seen.

 

 

 

The next day Tristan walks into her English class and sees the redhead abiding by their agreement. She's dressed down in a plain brown skirt and white blouse, on her feet are a pair of brown loafers with no socks. 

 

Tristan on the other hand has been advertising her win all over campus. Not only is she wearing the redheads skirt and blouse,  she's wearing one of Lexi's red lace trimmed sock on her right foot that's slipped into her own black patent leather shoe. And on her left foot she is wearing her own black trimmed sock slipped into Lexi’s cherry red shoe. The mismatch is meant to tell everyone that's she's the one that came out on top in their catfight and that she is truly the “Sock Queen” on campus.

 

Tristan sits down next to the redhead. She leans back, pulls up her skirt and flashes the sophomore the red panties that she's wearing. The raven girl pulls the stretched out underwear up tight against her winning cunt. She then leans forward. "I haven't even washed them!" She whispers. "Unless you count soaking them in my winning fuck juice." The two of them lock eyes as Tristan leans back in her chair laughing. 

 

Throughout the rest of the class Tristan continues to taunt the redhead, shifting back and forth in provocative positions while kicking away at Lexi's feet. 

 

 

Later on after class that day Tristan shows up at the redheads dorm room with a couple of oversized gym bags in hand. She forces her way in and starts emptying out Lexi's wardrobe. Stealing all her schoolgirl apparel: skirts, tops, socks, heels, and her sexiest panties. 

 

"I'm going to make damn sure you're not going to be strutting around campus breaking our agreement." The raven-haired girls declares while loading up the apparel. 

 

Once Tristan was satisfied she had collected all the items, she holds up a tightly entwined ball of cotton and lace. It's the other one of Lexi's red lace socks and the other one of her own black lace socks. She had twisted and tied them together in an extremely tight, unbreakable knot. 

 

"Every time you open your sock drawer this is going to be a reminder of how my signature socks beat yours." The raven girl snickers and then tosses the war tattered socks into Lexi's drawer. 

 

Before Tristan leaves she pushes the redhead up against the wall, nose to nose. "Don't let me see you breaking our agreement. Remember we're married, I own you!" The freshman gives Lexi a sloppy kiss and then leaves the girl with nothing but her plain old, unadorned clothing.

Tristan takes the redhead's clothing back to her dorm room and integrates them into her own wardrobe - her sock drawer, pantie drawer, and closet now overflowing with their combined schoolgirl apparel.  

 

In the days to come the raven girl could be seen mixing a few of the sophomore's garments in with her own daily outfits. She seems to be playing upon the mismatched theme while wearing one of Lexi's socks and one of the redhead's high heels along with her own. Tristan knew this was driving the redhead insane.

 

To make matters worse the raven-haired girl would occasionally push Lexi up against a wall and force her into a sloppy tongue fighting kiss, then slap her around when she didn't think the redhead was fighting back hard enough. She even went as far as mounting Lexi across a restroom sink in the girls room, grinding panty to panty with the sophomore until they went off in an earth shaking mutual orgasm. Tristan certainly has control over the redhead. Rubbing her victory in Lexi's face on a daily basis.

 

Eventually Lexi has had enough. The Florida girl has it in her mind she is going to steal the schoolgirl look away from Tristan. She hits the gym, spending extra time on the rowing machine. The redhead figures this would be the best way to simulate the tug-of-war battle she had with Tristan.  She frequently imagines the raven girl exercising across from her. Their rowing machines somehow connected to each other as each one struggles to push and pull. 

 

Lexi even goes as for as practicing sexual enhancement exercises: kegels, glute bridges, planks, butterfly stretching. She leaves no stone unturned - taking extra time nourishing her hair and skin - researching ways to stimulate her pheromones through diet and exercise until her natural scent couldn't be any more intoxicating.

 

One day the redhead decides to go out shopping. She takes her time picking out each and every item - a pleated skirt, tight fitting top, bra, panties, socks, high heel shoes - including soaps, shampoo, perfumes, lotions, and makeup. She's more determined then ever to look and smell better than Tristan. 

 

It was a Friday when Lexi decided to skip class. She makes sure to book the same study room that Tristan and her had fought in, thinking that it probably still smells from their last fight.  In the morning she sends a text message to Tristan. Study Room #12, 3PM. Immediately she curses herself, realizing that might have been a big mistake messaging the girl to early.  Now the freshman probably knows whats coming and has time to prepare.  

Lexi tries to shrugs it off and spends the day dolling herself up - the outfit, the hair, the makeup.  After dousing herself in some of the most expensive perfumes she drops a couple of those little pink lady pills, something that she has been doing for a while now.

 

The redhead makes her way to the student center looking more eye catching than she ever has. She makes sure to arrive an hour early, giving her time to meditate and prepare for the confrontation.   

Sure enough Tristan shows up ahead of time. The door opens and in walks one of the biggest sex machines known to man. The raven-haired girl has never looked hotter - wearing a college schoolgirl outfit that easily rivals Lexi's, right down to the mismatched socks and high heel shoes. 

 

 Lexi's eyes get big as she takes in the raven girl's teasing appearance. She could hear herself gulp as she suddenly feels inferior, the way that Tristan has always made her feel. 

 

"Don't think I haven't figured out what you've been up to. I've known for a while now." Tristan announces as she closes and locks the door. She then moves over and stands a few feet away from the redhead. 

The two girls take on a challenging stance, hands on hips, tits thrusting out, their faces masked with the disgusted hate they have for one another. Their  eyes scan each other's bodies, filled with jealousy and judgement. 

 

"I'm here to take back my schoolgirl look and to steal yours away from you." Lexi says as she fights to hold onto her confidence. 

"You're in way over your head, sweetheart. This will only mean double the punishment for you." Tristan replies as she steps up and gets nose to nose with the redhead.

 

Lexi is suddenly overwhelmed by the intoxicating smell and the power of the raven girl's presence. It wraps around her, encasing her. The girl smells better than she remembers. 

 

The redhead fights to make her own presence prominent. "Not this time!" The redhead pushes in tight against Tristan. "I'm going to take back what's rightfully mine, strip you of your identity and make you my bitch!"

 

"That's exactly what I've already done to you." The freshman laughs. "What you're attempting to do is impossible, and I know you can feel it." The raven girl hisses as she presses in tighter. "Come on Lexi...take it in. Feel my presence overpowering yours." Tristan starts them into a slow rotating turn, softly mashing her hips and tits against the redhead. 

 

"Are you kidding me? Your presence is weak compared to mine." Lexi matches the tight pressing turn. "And I know you can feel it." 

 

The raven girl slowly wraps her arm around the sophomore, pulling her in tight. "Oh yeah? I can already feel and smell myself winning." 

 

The redhead reciprocates the move, embracing the freshman schoolgirl. "Don't lie to yourself bitch. My presence is overwhelming yours."

 

"Oh come on bitch, I know you can feel it!" Tristan suddenly starts to feel frustrated as she tightens her hold - gripping the back of the redhead's neck while crushing the other girl's body against her own - fighting to take control. 

"No... I know you can feel it!" Lexi suddenly believes she can feel some vulnerability in the raven girls presence. "Feel it!" The redhead shouts out with confidence as she grips the back of the other girl's neck.

 

"No...you feel it!" Tristan responds with tight jerk. 

 

"Feel it!" Lexi yanks back. 

 

"Feel it!" The raven girl again responds. 

 

The two schoolgirls hold each other nose to nose - locking each other into the tight confrontation while continuing to slowly rotate - their legs now starting to tangle. They huff and pant, staring deep and hard into each other's eyes as they breath in and measure each other's presence.

 

"Feel it!" 

"Feel it!" 

 

The two of them occasionally repeat the command as they entwine into a tighter and tighter embrace. 

 

Their presences are in conflict with one another - pheromones and heavily dense perfumes are swirling and mixing together all around them - fighting each other. 

 

They take in the clash that's surrounding them - encasing them - locked together in the center of a battle that has their womanliness entwined in a win or lose situation. They can "feel it" as they continue to glare into each other's eyes with hate and determination.

 

 Lexi suddenly decides to take the lead and she plunges her tongue into the raven girl's mouth. Tristan responds with a sloppy spit coated tongue of her own, smearing and spreading her oral nectar all around the inside of the redhead's mouth. 

 

With wide open eyes they attack each other viciously,  fighting to force their mixing spit down the backs of each other's throats.

 

They continue a slow, methodical turn, struggling to diminish each other's presence. The two college schoolgirls crush tit to tit, pubic bone to pubic bone, while fighting to overwhelm the other with their corkscrewing, spit coated tongues.

 

The tension builds, intensifying their arousal - the two or them huffing and puffing through a glob of their mixing spit - their eyes widen. It's like the two of them are in the center of a nuclear reaction. Suddenly they explode in a mutual orgasm, shaking and convulsing as they continue to crush and gag each other with every once of determination they have. 

 

They peak, holding one another in a near motionless struggle, their bodies only slightly shuddering yet still squeezing each other with every bit of strength - tongues still jammed deep inside each other's mouths - wide open eyes are locked together, filled with a deep questioning of each other's dominance.

 

Slowly their mouths come apart, a few strings of their mixing spit bridging across their lips. Their bodies continue to lightly shudder as soaking wet, panty-covered cunts rub together. 

 

They stare into each others eyes with focus and determination. The war has just begun.