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(He's Mine!, continued...)
“Let’s go old school,” you say, “A duel with swords — as a matter of honor.”
“We’re not talking ‘to the death’, right?” asks your girlfriend, and you sense the limits of her hostility to Natalie. Or perhaps her fear of her.
“What? No,” you say, “In the past, it was usually to the first cut — or ‘first blood’ as they would call it. You’ve been watching too much Game of Thrones.”
Natalie nods resolutely. “Alright then,” she says, touching the cheek where Kate slapped her, “You struck me, bitch, and I demand satisfaction. A duel to first blood. A week from now. I’ll text him the address.”
And just like that, it’s all arranged. Natalie manages to lay her hands on a couple of rapiers and arranges one to be sent to Kate, so that she can practice. She texts you the location of a small quiet field near a brook. Local legend has it that duels were fought there in years gone by.
As the week passes, you feel a sense of nervous anticipation building. It is accompanied by a sense of doubt. How was this a good idea? What if something goes wrong and either Natalie or Kate are badly hurt? At the same time, the thought of your two nubile lovers crossing blades for your sake is really hot and during the week you relieve yourself more than once to that fantasy.
Then the day comes, and thankfully it is a warm, clear, morning. Each of you arrives separately by car. You see both of them have dressed for exercise with tight leggings that show off the curves of their legs and backsides clearly. They are also wearing light trainers and t-shirts. Each of them is carrying a rapier.
“I see you showed up,” says Natalie to Kate.
“You asked for this,” says Kate, “And now you are going to get it.”
The three of you walk down to the grass and face each other. First Natalie, and then Kate, lift the t-shirts over their heads to reveal tight, matching, black sports bras. Then, at the same time, they each draw their rapier from its scabbard, and let the scabbard fall to the ground.
“Say the word, babe,” says Natalie, “and I am going to cut this bitch good.”
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