Envy, Part 1

Charlene stood in front of the mirror in her gym and admired her magnificent body. She had just finished an intense weights session and was glistening with sweat. Her tight red sports bra and shorts clung to her muscular yet feminine body, her every curve accentuated by the light and she couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror.

Who could blame her? She was an attractive sight; almost six feet tall and 75 kilograms of pure sensual muscle. Even though her short blonde hair was matted to her forehead, she exuded sexuality! Her face was a perfect balance of jagged robustness and feminine beauty, something that matched her dominant personality. Her shoulders were well sculpted and drew attention to her perky firm breasts which were neither too small or overly huge. Her rippling abs and obliques were like an arrow pointing towards her womanhood, which sat between two muscular tree trunk legs.

She was bare feet; she enjoyed exercising with no shoes on to maximise her gains in the gym. Charlene flexed her biceps in front of the mirror and admired her hard earned physique. Her nipples were poking through her bra, and she could feel a certain heat and wetness between her legs. weights always made her a little bit horny, but today she was extra aroused.

And with good reason!

Karen, an old "friend" of Charlene's, was in town for the next week. Charlene had bumped into her at the supermarket and they both agreed on a much needed "catch up" for old times' sake.

Charlene and Karen had a history of course! They had met at college through their mutual love of fitness and had hit it off. They became fast friends and would do a lot of things together, even moving in to a shared house together. They found each other easy to talk to and could depend on the other during tough times. But most of all they loved working out together at the gym.

However, what really brought them together was that they looked almost identical to each other, and they made every effort to dress and look as identical to each other as possible to the point many would mistake them for twin sisters. It was no secret that they enjoyed this and they viewed it as a sort of competition to see who could pull off a look the best, who could turn the most heads and of course, who could fuck the most guys.

One night after a few too many drinks at their regular nightclub, Karen and Charlene got a little bit too close on the dance floor. Both women looked stunning in their short tight black dresses which hugged their firm athletic bodies. They bumped and grinded against each other while dancing, innocently at first, but got progressively more suggestive as the night wore on.

When they got home, Karen and Charlene tore each other's clothes off in fervour! Years of sexual tension between the two women was finally too much to bear after the almost sexual dancing at the club. Even though that night was the first time either of them had been with a woman, Karen and Charlene fucked like wild animals!

The next morning, neither spoke a single word to the other, and were too ashamed to even look at each other. Over the next few weeks and months, they avoided each other like the plague; Charlene moved out to a different apartment, and Karen moved to a different city. They drifted further and further apart, both physically and metaphorically and even came to despise one another.

Charlene was broken from her reverie by the ringing of her phone.

She answered the phone, still admiring herself in the mirror.

From the other side of the line came a very familiar voice.

"So, when do you want to 'catch up' Charlene?" asked the voice, dominant, yet sultry and feminine, emphasising the phrase as if to imply a double meaning.

"Name the time and place Karen, somewhere we won't be disturbed." responded Charlene while fondling her breasts.

"I'm staying at the Hilton for the next few days. Room 609. Meet me there tonight at 6pm" the voice replied.

Then added with lusty tone, "Bitch!"

"I know I am, and we're gonna find out just how much of a bitch you are tonight!" Charlene replied without missing a beat.

"Bitch versus bitch then!" said the voice from the phone. Her tone was that of a challenge yet full of lust.

"Wouldn't have it any other way! It's about time we settled this like the bitches we are." Said Charlene in response with an equally lusty tone.

And with that Charlene hung up and hurried to her bathroom to prepare for the night.