The girls stood across from each other, about five feet apart, their legs slightly spread in a confrontational stance. 'What’s your next move?' she demanded.
It was deathly quiet inside the bathroom. Jessica’s heel sounded like a hammer blow, as she took a step toward her rival. She twisted the stick of lipstick in her hand, making it grow longer, a dark red phallic symbol extended threateningly toward her rival. Slightly hesitant now, Alicia did the same, taking a step toward her rival, as well. The two women’s eyes locked in what was starting to look more and more like hatred, the kind of sick, sexual hatred that both women had experienced a few times in their lives before with other girls. Both knew suddenly that what was between them was not going to end with anything but the dirtiest conclusion.
Alicia suddenly became very aware that she was wearing white panties that day, as Jessica’s hand slipped underneath her skirt with the lipstick, and pressed home its point against her crotch. The redhead gasped, her cunt twitching in surprise, but the brunette was not seeking to penetrate her with the lipstick. Neither was she gentle, however, as she traced the lips of her rival’s vulva with the crimson lipstick, nearly buckling the redhead’s legs. Alicia drew in a shuddering breath, feeling the outline of her vaginal lips outlined obscenely by the brunette’s hand. Enraged by the look of satisfaction on Jessica’s face, Alicia slid her own stick of lipstick underneath her rival’s skirt, and soon both women were breathing raggedly, one hand each underneath the other’s skirt, tracing the contours of a rival cunt.