[Nathaniel Keam]

It all started for me on Friday afternoon, or should I say ended. Me, Hannah, and this other girl about the same size as me called Nikki had a crush on the same boy. We were in grade 11, but that didn’t make us talk it out by adults.

Our groups of friends were the ones who pushed us into the fight. We both agreed that we would face each other after school on Friday. We were going to meet at the local park and it would only be our friends who would watch.

Now I should say that each of us couldn’t be more different. I have medium-length pink and blue bubble gum hair and a piercing on the side of my nose. Nikki, on the other hand, has straight black hair sc****d away from her forehead. I was confident about the fight. None of us had any real experience, but that didn’t bother me.

After gym class I decided to just throw on a pair of black track pants over my red running shorts and a white t-shirt over my black vest top. It wouldn’t last long and I was sure I was going to win. Nikki was already there when the last of us arrived.

She was dressed in a black sports jacket and was wearing the school uniform of black pants and a collared t-shirt. I knew that I was going to beat her and I showed it off as well. I called her a b*tch and she sent the same insult right back at me. My heart was racing with anticipation, and a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach made me jumpy. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to stay calm, but I couldn’t.

My friends always told me to make the first move in a fight, but Nikki came running forward at me. She caught me by a surprise with a wicked slap to the face. I was in shock as I clutched my cheek. She then hit me with a hammer blow that got me on the top of my head. I put my hands up to try to cover up, but she only pushed me down.

I was on my behind and I could hear everyone shouting around me. I’d lost control of everything. Nikki took me by the collar of my white t-shirt and started wrenching at it. The shirt started to rise up my body showing my black vest top. I couldn’t fight it and soon it was around my neck. She was choking me with it and I was gasping for air. What had I gotten myself into?

I fought to keep my shirt on, but Nikki only started dragging me along the freshly cut grass. It only took seconds before my shirt was off and my vest top was on display. I couldn’t believe what had happened. Nikki had turned this into a strip fight. She’d lured me here to humiliate me. I was so glad that I’d worn layers that day or I don’t know what would have happened.

Nikki started to laugh at me and began calling me a b*tch again. If she thought I was going to sit there and cry she could think again. I admit I did want to cry, but I was so shocked and so angry that I charged Nikki. She didn’t get back into the fight in time and I got her around the middle. We both tumbled to the ground and began to roll over and over, screaming and trying to dig our nails into each other.

I was so angry that I forced her onto her back and began to pound her in the head. I don’t know how much damage I was doing, but I got her. How dare she turn this into a strip fight? How dare she try to humiliate me in front of everyone?

It didn’t take me long to wrestle her jacket away from her and leave her in her black shirt. The shirt was tight on her and meant that it kept rising up, exposing her slightly tanned belly. Compared to her I’m as pale as snow, but I wasn’t thinking about that at the time as I threw her jacket away. With this momentary victory I wanted to go even further. Something took over me and I wanted to humiliate her more than ever. I didn’t care how far I took it.

Unlike Nikki, I didn’t waste any time bragging about taking her jacket off. I wanted to go further, and I did. Still sitting on top of her, I threw a few more shots at her and scooted her shirt up her body. It went over her average rack and the pink bra encasing them. She tried to beg me off, but I didn’t listen and I took it up to her neck. Looking back I wish I’d have stopped then. It might have all turned out differently.

But I didn’t care. I wanted to humiliate her. The shirt went over her face and I took it off her arms. I couldn’t believe that I had Nikki right where I wanted her. I made sure I didn’t get off her. Instead, I swivelled around on her body and planted my ass right on her chest. I was going to enjoy this. I was going to enjoy this a lot, I thought to myself at the time.

And I did. I was breathing heavily from the effort of keeping her down. I could feel her trying to beat at my back. It was doing no good and my eyes practically bulged out of my head as I unclipped her pants and ripped them open. Instantly her white and black polka dot panties were on display. I began to move them from side to side as I slipped them down her thighs and towards her knees.

This was the tricky part, and this was where it all went wrong.

I leaned over to get them further down her legs, caught up in my own arrogance. I thought she would quit. I thought she’d be too embarrassed to fight on. As I lifted my ass up, she gave me an almighty shove and I went flying face forward into the grass.

Lying on her legs, I held onto her pants. As Nikki tried to get away, they came down and she practically wriggled out of them. I was left with her pants in my hand and her just in her bra and panties. I looked up as she had got to her feet to see that her panties were skimpy and at the back there was almost nothing.

I still wasn’t that worried. I had her right where I wanted her. I’d strip her buck naked if I had to, and I think that’s what I wanted. I wanted her to push me that far. She’d never say anything to me again. Well, I said I wasn’t worried. I should have been.

I got to my hands and knees and, still holding her pants in one hand, I was preparing to get up to face her again. Nikki turned around and came charging at me. She kicked me full force in the side of the head. I saw it coming and I couldn’t get out of the way in time. I collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I rolled around as the world seemed to spin everywhere. The underwear-clad Nikki came in and dug her nails into my face. I screamed as I futilely tried to bat her grabbing fingers away.

After scratching at my face, she grabbed my track pants and hauled them down to my ankles. I screamed as they came crumbling down, leaving my pale legs on display and flailing. I had on just a little pair of red running shorts. They barely covered even the top of my thighs, but I always wore them for gym.

Nikki didn’t go to take my track pants off, though. She left them at my ankles. As I tried to get up and roll away, I tripped over them and went flying forward, my chin hitting the grass again. That was another big mistake. Nikki growled and said that I was going to pay for what I’d done. I couldn’t comprehend what that meant as she started to tear at my vest top from the back. And I mean tear at it. She practically ripped the flimsy material down the back. I only screamed when she took the clasp of my black bra with it.

It snapped open at the back and I didn’t dare try to fight back as she tore the last of the material away. Down to my bra, my shorts, and with my track pants at my ankles I knew I was in trouble. I came close to begging her to leave me alone then, but I think deep down I knew I deserved this. I’d taken it one step further. She wouldn’t stop now.

I desperately tried to fix my bra, only to receive a massive blow to the side of my head. I still kept my hands on the clasp, scared to death that she would rip my whole bra off. No, instead she used my weakness against me. She grabbed my shorts by the leg holes and ripped them down my legs without any real resistance at all. I gasped as my tiny black string panties were on display. Everyone could see nearly my whole ass. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.

Nikki hadn’t stopped working and she took both my shorts and my pants away from my ankles, taking my socks and shoes with them. That was it. I was in just a little thong and my bra barely clinging to my breasts.

It was then that I heard someone shout that someone had called the police. Some people started to scatter, but some stayed. Nikki didn’t care and took the back of my bra and ripped it away with such force that it slithered out from beneath my hands. My little breasts bobbled out and Nikki was on me to make sure that I couldn’t cover up. My nipples were rock hard. I couldn’t have been turned on by this, could I?

I never got to answer that as I Nikki went for the side of my panties. She managed to get them down to my thighs, leaving my trimmed bush in the open air. I thought I heard shouts from the cops, but I wasn’t going to let Nikki have the last laugh. I reached out and grabbed the front of her panties, wrenching them down to her knees, to display her own bush. She dropped to her knees and then we got into a tug of war, trying to take each other’s panties off, like that would determine the winner.

In hindsight, when we were both in the back of cop cars, I knew that she’d won. I’d gotten some of her clothes off, but I’d fallen into her trap. Just the look on her face made me wonder whether she’d loved every second, even when I removed her clothes. And when I think about that funny feeling in the pit of my stomach I start to think that maybe I enjoyed it as well?

Weeks later I’d find out the truth.