"Rivalry"
Story codes: MF rough

By Orestes

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   Just between you and me, before you form a judgement 
about my behaviour,  you should know that I didn't 
start this particular game. If you are going to blame 
me, it should be because I was such a willing 
participant, even after I knew that the game was on, 
and what the stakes would be.
   Kendra wanted me gone. No, not just gone. She wanted 
me destroyed. She wanted me to leave with my tail 
between my legs, defeated.
   I don't know how she could possibly have expected me 
to go for the act. Did she really ? Or did she simply 
trust that I would play along with her game ?
   So we had both been drinking. It was a campus party. 
She chose this particular venue because she wanted 
people to see us together, of that I was sure. Then she 
started the act. She was coming on to me. She gave me a 
good view down the front of her sweater when she bent 
in front of me to get her purse. Then she practically 
sat in my lap.
   " I am so drunk, Calvin. "
   Her smile was so close to my face.
   " Hey, why didn't I ever notice that you're so 
cute?"
   Because you're a femi-nazi bitch, who eats guys for 
breakfast. Because you were too busy trying to conquer 
the whole campus with your bullshit propaganda, I 
wanted to say. But instead, I took the bait.
   " I don't know, Kendra, but thanks. You're not so 
bad yourself. "
   I didn't have to lie about that. Kendra was really 
cute, in a bookish sort of way. If we weren't on 
opposite sides of the political fence, I might have 
considered dating her. 
   Then she tried to kiss me. I pulled away, so that my 
lips were just out of her reach. Not in front of the 
other students. That would be a mistake.
   " Hey, I'm going out for some fresh air. Do you want 
to come along ?"
   She nodded. If anyone was paying attention to us, 
they would have received mixed signals from us. I tried 
to pretend that I wasn't with Kendra, while she was 
trying just as hard to make it obvious that we were 
together.
   Once we were outside, and out of the view of the 
other students, I was ready to play along with her 
game. I kissed her hard, and long, until I could feel 
her gasping for breath.
   She didn't want to be doing this, I was certain. She 
hated my guts. Just the pervious week, I had torn her 
to shreds in a debate of our political science class. 
The week before that, she had bested me in a discussion 
of our psychology study group. It went that way. Back 
and forth. Back and forth.
   " Mmmm, " she pretended to enjoy my tongue in her 
mouth. I felt her ass through her tight jeans.
   " Let's go back to my place, " she suggested. 
   And the trap was set. I could have backed away. I 
knew that the stakes were high. But, of course, the 
game becomes a lot more interesting when the stakes are 
high. I went with her.
   I'm sure she would have liked for someone to have 
seen us go in together. That would have made things 
easier. Nonetheless, she wasn't going to back down now. 
As soon as we got in the door, she was on me. It was 
kind of nice, actually. Kendra had really sweet lips. I 
groped her firm little breasts through her loose 
sweater, and then from underneath it..
   God, when she wanted something, she didn't waste any 
time. She led me along to the bedroom.
   We were looking each other in the eyes as we began 
to take off our clothes. I dropped my T-shirt. She 
lifted her sweater. I unbuckled my belt. She unsnapped 
her bra. I stepped out of my jeans. She peeled off 
hers. Piece for piece. Back and forth.
   This was my reward for playing. This is where I 
would have my fun. It was also the most dangerous part. 
Here's where she would try to get me.
   She sat on the edge of the bed, her perfect little 
body perched there, tempting me She started to take off 
her glasses.
   " No, keep them on, " I told her. " I like the way 
they look on you. "
   In fact, it was the only way I had ever imagined 
fucking her. With her glasses on, preferably while bent 
over a desk in political science class. Well, I 
wouldn't get my full fantasy, but I still wanted the 
glasses on.
   I dropped my briefs, and watched her face. No 
reaction. It was just a part of the plan for her. I 
pulled out a condom. That wasn't a part of the plan.
   " Oh, you don't have to wear that, " she said.
   " I'd prefer to, " I replied. " You know, safe sex 
and all. "
   One point for me. She hesitated. Was she backing out 
? No. She wanted to play some more.
   " Okay. "
   I went to her now, and pushed her back on the bed. 
She was beautiful and dangerous. A sexy combination. I 
could hardly believe that I was about to fuck this 
girl, who had made my life so difficult over the last 
year.
   My legs were between hers. Her flesh was smooth, and 
the skin of her thighs was so warm against me. I tasted 
her tiny pink nipples. They were hard. She was enjoying 
this part of the game too. My arms met hers. I clasped 
them around the wrists and held them above her head. 
She wasn't expecting that.
   Another point for me. She would not be able to 
scratch me, leaving tell-tale marks on my body. I 
looked her in the eyes again. If she didn't know that I 
was onto her game before, she knew now. There was no 
need for pretence now.
   " Let's do it, " she said.
   My cock was at her opening. She wrapped her legs 
around me. It was like that moment when two boxers 
touch gloves before a match. We paused there, waiting 
for the bell to ring.
   Ding ding.
   I pushed in. The feeling was heavenly. Many times I 
had dreamed about having this bitch pinned beneath me, 
taking my cock. Now it was happening, and the 
sensations were wonderful.
   We were both breathing hard now, and our bodies 
began to struggle against each other. She was trying so 
hard to free her hands, so give me just a few little 
scratches. Not a chance. I held her wrists tightly. 
Maybe a bit too tightly. One point for her. There would 
be bruises on her wrists.
   Her lips were on my neck. Then her teeth. I pulled 
away in time to prevent her from getting too much of a 
bite. We'll call that one a draw. There might be a 
minor mark, but it wouldn't be easy to spot.
   I smiled at her. She smiled back. She was enjoying 
this game as much as I was.
   My body pumped into her. I could feel her muscles 
straining beneath me. She was trying to close her legs.
   " Nuh uh, " I told her. I was going to have my fun. 
I pushed myself harder between her legs, using my 
leverage above her to force her thighs apart.
   Damn. There would be bruising. This was getting too 
rough. Another point for her.
   " Come on, fuck me hard, " she told me. She would 
like that. The rougher it got, the more evidence there 
would be of a struggle.
   Nonetheless, I was forced to comply. She was really 
struggling against me now. My muscles ached from the 
effort of holding her down, but I was getting close to 
orgasm now. I couldn't stop. 
   Her legs were alternately squeezing me and kicking 
at me. One of her arms broke free for a moment, and I 
had to stop to wrestle it back down. No scratches. I 
was lucky.
   Kendra was watching me, through those tiny little 
wire framed glasses of hers. They were fogged up from 
the heat of our bodies. Her perky little nipples were 
pointing up at me. She was giving me the same look she 
always gave me when we were at each other's throats. Of 
course, in our previous struggles, the term 'at each 
other's throats' would have been much more figurative 
than literal. 
   Back and forth I went. Her body tensed against me. 
Her legs wrapped around mine now. I could feel her 
little pussy contracting. Was she having a little 
orgasm ? I knew that she'd never admit it.
   The sensation was too much. Her legs squeezed our 
sweaty bodies together, and I came and came. I lost eye 
contact with my adversary as I bucked my cock wildly 
into her. 
   " Oh, goddamn, you have such a sweet little body, " 
told her. I meant it. It was the closest thing to 
sincerity I had felt that night. I was slowing down 
now, and catching my breath as my cock twitched a 
couple of final times within her.
   I caught her eye again. Was she blushing ?
   Cautiously, I let go of her wrists, and backed off 
of the bed. I took a final look at her naked body, 
trying to memorize every curve. Was it worth it ? Only 
time would tell.

   The charges came the next day. Date rape. We both 
knew that these were the stakes.
   Criminal charges were only a formality, to bolster 
Kendra's case with the university. Sure, they took 
blood samples, and questioned me, but that wasn't where 
the battle would be fought. The university was the real 
forum for our dispute. 
   She probably thought that I was a real fool for even 
challenging her. In the world of the sexual harassment 
committee, Kendra ruled supreme. She knew all of the 
committee members, and had helped to represent other 
girls who brought complaints previously. She knew the 
rules inside and out.
   Not that I would be a pushover. I was a quick study.
   We lined up our witnesses and our evidence, and got 
ready to do battle. Back and forth. That's the way it 
would be.
   " I'd like to ask that the proceedings be delayed, 
pending the outcome of the criminal proceedings, " I 
told the committee.
   " It is our belief that the presence of Mr. Davison 
on the campus, and in some cases, within the same 
classrooms as the complainant, would cause an 
oppressive atmosphere. We are asking that the dispute 
be resolved as quickly as possible, " Kendra had 
brought along a friend, Terri, who was quite skilled at 
speaking the language of the committee.
   That argument was resolved in her favour. Another 
point for Kendra.
   I'll have to say, it was a fairly even match. My 
line of defence was simple. I argued that I had never 
gone over to Kendra's place that evening. It was my 
only chance.
   If I admitted to being there, I knew I was lost. She 
would turn on the waterworks, play the victim, and 
these overpaid administrators would eat it up. My only 
hope was to convince them that Kendra was simply trying 
to frame me.
   We went through the evidence.
   Okay, so the cards were stacked against me. She 
showed graphic pictures of the bruising on both her 
wrists and thighs. Wow. At first I thought that it was 
make-up. I hadn't realized that it got quite that 
rough. I had no evidence to refute the photos. Kendra 
won that round.
   Next she paraded out some witnesses who saw us at 
the party together. Luckily for me, the witnesses 
weren't entirely sure if we left the party together. 
Some even said that I seemed to be brushing her off. 
Not too damaging to my case.
   I was able to produce a friend who testified that I 
was with him that evening after the party. I'm not sure 
that the committee bought his story, but I guess it was 
better than no alibi at all.
   One last witness. Kendra's roommate, Crystal. This 
was an important witness. I paid close attention to her 
testimony.
   " Do you recall the morning in question ?"
   Terri was doing an admirable job of legalese. 
   " Yes. " Crystal answered.
   " How would you describe the manner of your 
roommate, Kendra Wilkes, on that morning ?"
   " She was shaken up. "
   " Did she tell you why ?"
   " Yes. She told me that she had been raped. I told 
her to go to the police. "
   " No further questions. "
   I stood. I think Kendra was surprised that I had 
questions for her roommate.
   " Hello Crystal, " I said. " Um, has your roommate 
ever mentioned me to you before this incident ?"
   She looked at her friend.
   " Yes, " she replied hesitantly.
   " In what context ?"
   She was still slow to answer. " Well, she didn't 
like you much. She often would come home angry about 
some argument that you two had in class. "
   " Do you think she would have wanted to see me 
expelled ?"
   Terri rose. " I don't think this is relevant. "
   They had something to hide.
   Damn it. The committee ruled in her favour. Oh well. 
At least I got the question out there.
   Crystal seemed relieved to be off the stand. When I 
was sure no one else was looking, I winked at her. She 
had done a marvellous job.

   We were in the final days of the hearing. I thought 
that I had done pretty well. It was so close, in fact, 
that the committee asked Kendra and I if we would be 
willing to go into a conference room together, and see 
if we could work out a solution. No witnesses, no 
record, just the two of us.
   They would completely understand if either of us 
wasn't willing, they told us.
   Neither one of us was going to back down from a 
challenge like that.
   So, there we were, sitting across the table from 
each other. 
   " I've got you, " Kendra told me, a smug little grin 
on her face. " You may as well give up now. "
   " That's not the way I see it. "
   She shook her head.
   " You don't understand. You've already lost. 
Everyone on campus has heard about the charges. In most 
of their eyes, you've been found guilty already. "
   I had to give her credit there. Her little 
propaganda machine had gone into overdrive, and I was 
vilified. The only hope that I had was if the committee 
found clearly in my favour. On the evidence that was 
in, I wasn't sure that it would happen.
   " Kendra, Kendra, Kendra..." I said, trying not to 
betray my nerves. " When will you get tired of losing 
to me. As far as anyone in that room knows, I was never 
in your apartment at all. You can't overcome that. "
   " On the contrary, Calvin. Or do you prefer to be 
called 'Cal' ? Whatever. You've backed yourself into a 
corner. Now that you've committed to the defence that 
you were never there, all I have to do is show that we 
had sex, and the committee will infer that it was a 
rape. You can't argue consent at that point, can you ?"
   " I won't have to. If you had evidence, you would 
have used it by now."
   Kendra was so smug.
   " Do you remember, Calvin, what you did with that 
condom you used ? Yes, you took it to the washroom. 
Yes, you dropped it in the toilet ? But can you really 
remember... did you flush the toilet ?"
   I tried not to show any emotion.
   " I took that precious little package, and I emptied 
to contents into myself. When the cops did the rape kit 
the next day, they found the semen within me. I thought 
it would be better that way... to show that you were in 
too much of a rush to rape me to bother with a condom."
   Her eyes were smiling through those little wire-
frame glasses of hers.
   " The cops are doing DNA testing. They haven't 
charged you yet, but they will as soon as they get the 
results. As soon as those tests are in, we'll pass them 
on to the committee. You're as good as gone. "
   " When ?" I asked.
   " Tomorrow Calvin, tomorrow. "

   We waited with the committee. Terri and Kendra were 
absolutely glowing. The police department was sending 
over a man to deliver the DNA results. 
   As excited as they were, I was sure my heart was 
going to burst. I had been waiting for this moment. You 
see, I had a surprise of my own planned.
   The committee chair was the first to read the 
report. His face was grave as he passed it along to the 
other members of the committee.
   Terri rose.
   " Mr. Chairperson, I'd like to move that the test 
result be read into the record. "
   This was the moment that I was waiting for.
   " I'm not sure that it would be appropriate, " the 
chairman answered.
   Kendra rose now. She was impatient.
   " I demand that the results be read, " she said. " 
I'm anxious to have this resolved. "
   " Well, uh, " the man stuttered. " The results 
indicate that the semen sample collected does not match 
the respondent. In fact, the tests indicate that the 
DNA is more likely to originate from an animal than 
from a human source. The educated guess of the 
technician is that the semen is that of a dog. "
   An embarrassing silence filled the room. 
   Kendra glared at me. The implications started to 
sink in. She was beaten. It was her own fault, really. 
How could she possibly believe that I'd be stupid 
enough to leave my own condom behind ? 
   I had been tipped off ahead of time, of course. I 
knew what her game was from the start. Kendra's 
roommate, Crystal had dated a friend of mine the 
previous year, and we had grown quite close. She often 
talked to me about Kendra, and when the plan was 
hatched, she gave me the heads up. 
   That part was luck.
   The dog cum, though, that was all my idea. I had no 
idea that Kendra would go so far as to empty the condom 
into herself. That was just a wonderful little bonus. I 
could hardly contain my laughter.
   Ah well, it was a good rivalry while it lasted.

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