Cathy and Heather
High School Rivalry!
by Mr. Chain

Cathy was excited to start her senior in high school for a number of reasons. First there was the simple fact that she was going to be a senior. Secondly there was tennis. As a junior she had just missed making the varsity tennis team and instead became captain of the junior varsity squad. But a senior she had now earned to right to play at the varsity level, and was excited about that opportunity. But perhaps the most important of all was the “Seniors Start of Year Beach Party”, an annual event which took place during the weekend after the first full week of school.

Cathy was a very good student and very good tennis player, but both of those pursuits had eaten into her social life. Though a reasonably pretty girl, she had only been on a handful of dates with boys up until now. But she had decided that, as a senior, she was going to become much more active socially and the beach party was just the chance to do that. Before the start of the school year she had dieted and practiced tennis religiously in order to get in better shape and had gotten her body to the point where she was comfortable wearing a bikini, which had not always been the case.

Knowing how important the party was, her mom decided to take Cathy to a salon and give Cathy her first body wax. They went to the salon on a Wednesday, 3 days before the beach party, and Cathy had her legs, bikini line and armpits waxed. That night, she sat with her mom at home, whining about the tremendous she had endured during her waxing. She then went up to bed early since the first varsity tennis practice of the year was the very next day, immediately after school. But as she kissed her mom and began to walk up to her bedroom, her mom gave her one last warning.

“Remember Cathy, since you got your armpits waxed today, you can’t wear any deodorant or anti-perspirant for the next 24 hours.”

Cathy stopped in her tracks, a look of horror stretched across her face.

“What do you mean? I’ve got my first tennis practice tomorrow and I’m going to be sweating like a pig! I’ve got to wear deodorant!” she exclaimed.

“Well if you do, your armpits are going to burn like hell. So you can’t, I’m sorry honey. That’s the price we women have to pay to look beautiful.”

Bowing her head dejectedly, Cathy walked up to her bedroom, nervous about this latest revelation. The next day went quickly as Cathy forgot about the trepidation as she changed into a grey tee shirt and a pair of white shorts before walking out onto the tennis courts. As she got there with the rest of the team, she noticed Heather standing across from her. Their eyes met, Heather flashing an arrogant smile back at her, Cathy nodding modestly back at her.

The two girls had known each other for years, though they had never been friendly. Both had been playing tennis from a young age and often competed against each other. And although Cathy was one of the best tennis players in her age group, she had never beaten the gorgeous, arrogant blonde. The rivalry between them had grown over the years, and Cathy had almost defeated Heather the last time they met, so she was determined to finally overtake her blonde rival.

Heather was everything Cathy wanted to be; captain of the varsity tennis team in her junior year, the most popular girl in school and drop dead gorgeous. All of the guys wanted to be with her, and all of the girls wanted to be her. Cathy on the other hand was more of a loner, and though she was friendly with most everyone, she was not considered one of the popular girls. She was a nice looking girl, but lacked the flash and charisma of the blonde. And worst of all, Heather was the one who defeated Cathy in the previous year’s tryout for the varsity team, relegating Cathy back to the JV squad.

But this was a new year, and Cathy was determined to change all of that. So when the coach asked if there was anyone who wanted to challenge Heather for the title of Team Captain, Cathy waited to see if anyone else would volunteer. And when no one did, she raised her hand and accepted the challenge.

“You are just a glutton for punishment, aren’t you Cathy!” Heather hissed in her ear as Cathy stepped forward.

“This year things are going to be different Heather!” Cathy whispered back at her.

The coach walked the two girls over to a court after pairing the rest of the team off. Although the other girls on the team all had their won matches to play, they couldn’t help but keep a watchful eye on the match between their blonde captain and brunette challenger to see who would prevail.

Heather jumped out to a quick lead, winning the first three games as Cathy began to breath heavily, unable to handle the blonde’s powerful serve and lightning fast reflexes. Cathy ending up losing the first set, 6 games to 1 as Heather smiled wickedly at her as the two crossed paths to change sides. The next set started out well for Cathy as she held her serve, winning the first game and going on to capture the first 3 points of Heather’s serve. But the blonde, visibly annoyed, stepped it up a notch. She ran Cathy all over the court, sending deep baseline volleys to both sides of the court, many of which Cathy could not get to in time. The result was that Cathy did not win another game, going down 6 games to 1 and losing the match. To make matters worse, since Heather had run her all over the court, Cathy was left out of breath while working up quite a sweat.

As the two women walked toward the net to shake hands; a meeting Cathy was not at all looking forward to; Heather noticed the two huge circles of sweat beneath each of Cathy’s armpits. Her tee shirt was saturated beneath each arm, sopping up the puddles of sweat Cathy had secreted. As they drew closer, Heather stared at them before flashing a sadistic smile, knowing that the rest of the team was watching. As Cathy lifted her hand to shake, Heather made sure everyone was looking as she took a deep, animated breath before holding her nose as she made an announcement.

“My God Cathy, you stink! Don’t you use deodorant? You’re sweating like an animal!”

The rest of the team broke out in laughter as Cathy looked down at her tee shirt, noticing the large wet spots for the first time. Having been so focused on the match, she had forgotten that she wasn’t wearing anti-perspirant, and was just realizing the ramifications. She then looked up and saw everyone laughing at her, and was mortified! Not only had Heather destroyed her in tennis, but she was now humiliating her in front of the whole team! Cathy tried to explain, but no one was listening as her teammates began to shout out nicknames, each trying to win Heather’s favor in the process.

“Stinky Cathy!”

“Cathy Pits!”

“Sweaty Cathy!”

The name calling stung Cathy like the pain of a thousand bee stings. Finally she ran into the locker room, crying her eyes out as the rest of the team gathered around Heather on the tennis courts to continue the ridicule. The coach went in to comfort Cathy, scolding the team before doing so. Meanwhile, sitting on the bleachers was Mike, the quarterback of the football team who had come to watch the girl’s play tennis, witnessing the whole thing. Mike and Heather had dated on and off, and besides being the best looking guy in the school and starting quarterback, he was also a closet armpit fetishist. So Mike sat quietly and smiled as he watched the events unfold, finally getting up and leaving, but making mental notes of what had happened.

When Cathy arrived home, she immediately ran up to her room and closed the door, laying on her bed and crying. Her mother came up to see what had happened, and Cathy told her the whole story. But in typical motherly fashion, Cathy’s mom tried to convince her that it would soon be forgotten.

“I warned you honey, that’s the price we girls have to pay for beauty. But don’t worry, by tomorrow everyone will have forgotten about it and by the beach party this weekend, you’ll be right back to having a great time.”

But Cathy was not convinced, announcing that she wasn’t going to the beach party.

“I can’t go to the party! I’m the laughingstock of the whole school! They were calling me Sweaty Cathy and Cathy Pits! My life is ruined!”

Once again however, her mom tried to calm her down by changing the subject.

“Of course you can go to the beach party. In fact, why don’t we go to the mall together after school tomorrow and pick out a nice new bikini for you to wear.”

But Cathy would hear none of it, rolling over and crying again as her mom stroked her black hair, trying to offer her some comfort. The next morning Cathy tried to get out of going to school, but her mom forced her to go. As she walked through the hallways and to her locker, Cathy couldn’t help but notice several of the other kids pointing at her and giggling. But just as she was about to run into the bathroom for another good cry, Mike walked over and stood next to her locker.

“Hi. I’m Mike. I don’t think we’ve met.”

Cathy turned and looked back at him, tears welled in her eyes as she tried to compose herself. She knew who he was, and had a secret crush on him, though she always considered him to be out of her league.

“Hi …. Um …. I’m Cathy.” She replied.

“Yeah, I know. I saw what happened yesterday, and don’t let Heather get you down. She can be a real bitch. So … you going to the beach party tomorrow?” he asked.

“Um …. Well …. I ….” She stammered, not sure how to answer.

“Well if you do, maybe you and I can share a soda or something, get to know each other. Okay?” he asked.

Cathy stared back at him, wiping her eyes, in shock at what was happening.

“Yeah …. Sure … that would be …. Um …. Nice.” She replied.

“Okay then, I’ll see you at the beach.

Cathy smiled shyly and nodded as Mike walked away, her cheeks flushed from the experience. She then turned and noticed several of the other girls, some of them from the tennis team turning to look away quickly. They had obviously seen what had happened, though none of them wanted to admit it. The best looking guy in the school had just asked her out, well at least sort of asked her out, and Cathy’s misery was quickly replaced with joy, her confidence restored!

Upon arriving home, she asked her mother if they could make that trip to the mall after all. Though she didn’t tell her why she had a change of her heart, her mother didn’t care, and the two went shopping for bikinis. Cathy took about two hours, trying on dozens of swimsuits before she found the perfect one, much skimpier than her mom would have liked though she reluctantly agreed to buy it.

“I guess if you’ve already gone through the pain of getting a bikini wax, the least I can do is buy you a bikini to show it off!” her mom announced.

The next day Cathy woke early, barely sleeping she was so excited. She spent two hours getting ready for the beach party until finally her mother dropped off. Cathy insisted that she leave her about a half mile away so that no one would see that her mother was the one who had taken her. She made her way down to the water and began to walk slowly along the shore to where the party was scheduled to take place. When she finally arrived, only a dozen or so people had arrived, none of whom she knew. She looked around for Mike, but he hadn’t arrived yet, so she stood nervously by herself as music from the DJ played in the background.

Although wearing her new bikini, Cathy kept herself covered with a long, button down shirt, still not completely comfortable with exposing her body to a crowd of people. But then she finally spotted Mike as he walked down toward the beach with a group of friends from the football team. Feeling her heart pounding, Cathy stared at him as he made his way through the growing crowd. He then finally spotted her and came over.

“Hi Cathy, glad you came. But how come your so covered up? It’s a beautiful day!” he exclaimed.

Cathy smiled nervously, but then began to unbutton her shirt, finally pulling it past her shoulders and tossing it down onto her beach towel.

“There, that’s better!” Mike told her, checking her out in the process. “So, are you okay after that incident on the tennis court?” he asked.

Cathy’s face dropped as she remembered the incident, looking visibly upset. But Mike immediately tried to comfort her.

“It’s a pretty well known fact that I’ve got a thing for armpits. So …. Cathy Pits …. Let’s see what you’ve got?” he announced lightheartedly.

Though the statement was an unusual one, the way in which he said it was such that Cathy didn’t think anything of it. In fact, she was flattered at the attention and so she raised her arms behind her head to reveal her freshly waxed pits.

“Very nice!” he said, reaching forward and gently rubbing them.

Cathy was shocked at first. But as he stroked her underarms, she began to feel weird. His touch was so soft and caressing that she subconsciously closed her eyes, her face curling into an aroused smile. She had never felt this way before, and was barely able to contain herself. Her entire body tingled as he massaged her pits, staring at them in the process. No one had ever touched her armpits before, and Cathy was stunned at how good it felt.

Finally, after stroking the fleshy region beneath of Cathy’s arms for a short while longer, Mike removed his hands. But Cathy kept her arms overhead and her eyes closed, apparently intoxicated by the experience. Mike watched her as she eventually revived, embarrassed that she had wandered off into a dreamlike state. Her face turned red as she quickly lowered her arms to her sides, waiting for his reaction.

With the crowd starting to increase, several had noticed the unusual interaction between Mike and Cathy, though none of Mike’s friends were surprised. He had a reputation for being an “armpit man”, so it wasn’t too unusual to spot him fondling a fresh pit! Cathy was too enthralled to notice, but Mike saw his friends staring at them, so after secretly given them a thumbs up behind Cathy’s back, he suggested that they take a walk along the beach to get some privacy.

The couple began to walk along the water, Cathy thoroughly captivated by Mike as they conversed while strolling along the ocean, the waves rippling up against their feet. The longer they spoke, the more spellbound she became, and after walking for about 20 minutes, he suggested they stop for awhile. They had reached a deserted part of the beach, but Mike suggested that they walk up to the dunes, finding an isolated spot hidden behind a tall patch of dune grass. Still carrying his beach towel which was rolled up, Mike unrolled it onto the sand, a small flask unrolling from the center of it.

“Would you like to have a drink?” Mike asked slyly.

Cathy had never drank before, but she was so charmed by the handsome young man that she readily agreed. But Mike did not simply pass the flask over to her, instead laying down while propping himself up on one elbow.

“Have you ever had a body shot?” he asked.

Cathy did not want to sound like a prude, but she truly had no idea what he was talking about, so she shook her head innocently. He smiled before opening the container and then laying down on his back. Cathy tried not to, but couldn’t help staring at him, his chest glistening under the sunlight, his stomach taut with a visible six pack of muscles. He then poured a generous amount onto his stomach, sucking it in so that the liquid formed a puddle in his navel.

“Now put your hands behind your back, lean forward and suck it off of my stomach.” He instructed.

Embarrassed, Cathy paused for a moment, her face turning red. Mike noticed her discomfort and tried to reassure her.

“Don’t worry, no one an see us here.” He said calmly.

Cathy then giggled nervously before kneeling upright and placing her hands behind her back. She then bowed forward and sucked the alcohol off of his stomach, making a loud slurping sound at the end. As she lifted her head, liquid ran down the side of her mouth as she began to cough, overcome by the strength of the booze. It took her a minute to composer herself, but once she did, he checked to make sure she was okay. She again felt embarrassed, but he skillfully reassured her before instructing her that it was his turn.

“Okay, now lay down on your back.” He told her, Cathy following his instructions.

But instead of pouring the alcohol into her belly button, he then instructed her to lift her arms up and over her head, laying them flat.

“I’ve got a different part of your body in mind!” he joked before stretching her right arm upward so that it formed a deep valley in her armpit.

He then filled it with liquid as Cathy giggled nervously. Her giggles caused her body to flinch as a small wave of booze ran down her shoulder as a result. But he then dipped downward, cupping his mouth over the basin formed in the pale skin of her armpit before sucking it all in. But instead of lifting himself upward after finishing it, he instead began to kiss and roll his tongue around her smooth, silky underarm.

Cathy’s back arched as he slurped his mouth around her pit, sucking on it before rolling his tongue over the entire area. He worked his way about a third of the way up the underside of her arm before venturing back, using his hands to fondle her left armpit, as if not to let it feel unwanted. Thoroughly aroused, Cathy’s body recoiled and she began to moan softly, her legs trembling below her as they spread apart. It was the most erotic experience of her young life, and she closed her eyes, her head rolling from side to side.

The sounds of Mike’s slurping commingled with Cathy’s moans as he continued to devour her underarm, burying his nose in it as he kissed and licked it. He also continued to stroke her other armpit with one hand, gradually moving his free hand over to cup her breast. But Cathy quickly sat up, uncomfortable with where this was going. Though the molestation of her armpits was heavenly, she wasn’t willing to give Mike anymore, at least not yet.

“I’m sorry Mike, I’m just not ready for that yet.” She said sheepishly, hoping that it wouldn’t mark the end of the encounter.

It didn’t, and Mike calmly sat up next to her, looking into her eyes.

“That’s okay. I’m sorry if I got carried away. You’ve got a great set of pits though! Some of the best!” he replied.

Cathy was struck by his words. Though terribly flattered about the compliment, she was hung up on the last part of it. “Some of the best?” she thought to herself. Has he done this before? And if so, with whom? Why were her pits only SOME of the best? He seemed to notice her concern and tried to clam her down.

“How about another shot? This time you get to choose where you drink it from!” Mike proclaimed in a joking manner.

Brought back to the mood by his skillful handling of the situation, Cathy smiled, debating her choices.

“Okay … how about your chest?” she blurted out before giggling.

“Okay then, chest it is!” he replied, laying down once again before pouring a large shot into the center of his chest.

Cathy leaned forward, the liquid beginning to disperse to all sides of his chest as she gulped it up before letting her mouth wander all over it in search of more. She ran her hands over it while kissing every inch of his upper torso, the alcohol starting to take it’s affect on her. She continued for another couple of minutes before finally coming up for air.

“Okay, my turn again!” he replied.

Dutifully, Cathy lay down on her back and lifted her arms overhead, this time Mike pouring a small amount of booze into the pocket of her left armpit.

“I wouldn’t want this one to feel left out!” he proclaimed before diving downward and beginning to slurp away.

Once again Cathy’s body cringed from the sensation, Mike inhaling her underarm in the process. The two began to roll back and forth, Mike’s face never leaving the deep recess of Cathy’s armpit. She hooked her leg around his as she rolled back and forth, her moans growing louder and more pronounced. She felt a tingle between her legs, a sensation she had never experienced before as he swallowed her pit with his mouth while more aggressively massaging the other with his hand.

Mike remained careful not to let it escalate for feat that Cathy would once again pull away, especially since her back was now arched deeply, her eyes closed as she began to rhythmically sigh in ecstasy. With her arms still flattened overhead, she used her hips to thrust herself up against him, completely overcome by the sensation of Mike consuming her pits. Her body began to twitch until finally, she felt as if her loins were about to explode. The phenomenon, though more stimulating than anything she had ever felt, also scared her and Cathy once again sat up, nervously, gasping for air. She was overcome with emotion and lightheaded, looking at him nervously, unsure what to do.

“I’m sorry ….. I’m …. Just …..” she muttered, obviously confused.

“It’s okay Cathy …. Don’t worry ….. It’s okay. Why don’t we go back to the party.” He said calmly.

Cathy looked at him, trying to gauge whether his remark was a “I’ve got to get the hell out of here!” reaction, or a “It’s okay, I understand” reaction. He got to his feet and then reached his arms forward, gently helping her to her feet as well. He then reached and embraced her, giving her a nice, soft hug to reassure her. He then grabbed his towel and rolled the flask back inside of it before grabbing her hand as the two headed back down to the water. As they began to stroll along, Mike wrapped his arm around her waist, gradually sliding his hand upward until it became wedged in her armpit. She did not resist, instead smiling as they walked along. She felt better as they continued on, the two quiet as nothing but the sound of the waves crashing against the shore was heard.

As they reached the party, Mike slid his arm off of her, the two now walking side by side. Cathy was little surprised that he removed his arm from her before anyone could see them, but tried not to dwell on it as they walked back toward the party. But then, Cathy noticed Heather standing near the water, stretching her arms wide to her sides as she ran through some calisthenics. She noticed them walking toward her, and decided to confront them.

“So …. did you take Sweaty Cathy to the dunes?” Heather asked cruelly. She then turned to Cathy and confronted her. “He always takes some new girl to the dunes, so don’t get too full of yourself Cathy. At the end of the day, he knows my pits are the best and so he always comes home with ME!”

Stunned, Cathy’s mouth dropped at the confrontation. How did Heather know where they went? And why did she talk about her armpits without knowing what had happened between them? But before Cathy could dwell on it any further, Mike turned to her, blocking Heather from her view.

“Don’t listen to her Cathy. You know what a bitch she is!” he announced.

With that he began to walk back up to the party, Cathy hesitating as she turned back to Heather. The blonde then lifted her arm as if to flex her muscles, but then took a whiff of each armpit before holding her nose and pointing to Cathy with a sarcastic smile on her face. Cathy was stunned and had no idea what was going on. Was mike using her, the way Heather was describing? Or was Mike right and Heather just being a bitch? She wasn’t sure, but decided to follow Mike anyway, getting away from Heather as fast as she could.

By the time she walked back up to the party, Mike had disappeared into the crowd, which now totaled a couple of hundred high school seniors. The large crowd had formed a circle around a throng of students who were dancing to the music played by the DJ. Cathy searched around, but could not find him. Her pits felt sticky from the body shots Mike had drank off of them, so she decided to walk over to a large cooler which was stocked with soda. Reaching down into it, she cupped her hand and took a small puddle of water, lifting her other arm and smearing the cold water against her sticky underarm to clean it. But as she repeated the process with her other pit, Heather walked over and stood next to her.

“Look everyone, Stinky Cathy is cleaning her pits in the cooler!”

The disclosure brought a huge chuckle from the crowd as Cathy stood there mortified. But then, like a knight in shining armor, Mike walked in, grabbed Cathy by the hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. He started dancing with her, Cathy stunned for a moment, but then joining him in an awkward dance. Gradually she got more comfortable, lost in the see of students who were dancing around her. Mike then goaded her to lift her arms while she danced, and Cathy readily complied, the alcohol she had drank earlier still taking it’s affect on the now calm Cathy. But just a few minutes later, as Cathy was finally allowing herself to have fun again, gliding closer to Mike with her arms overhead, Heather danced over in her skimpy bikini, moving gracefully as she set herself next to them.

The blonde began to lift her arms as well, shimmying her hips sexily to draw Mike’s attention. Once he noticed and turned to look at her, Heather made her move, gliding closer so that she cut in front of Cathy, who by now had lowered her arms and backed away.

“Do you remember these pits Mike? You haven’t seen them all summer! I’ll bet you missed them!” she said mockingly, loud enough for Cathy to hear.

Standing and watching, Cathy felt a lump form in her throat as she watched Heather move in on the guy she had thought she claimed. She suddenly felt awkward and clumsy as she tried to keep dancing, but felt outclassed by her blonde rival. She began to study Heather’s armpits however, trying to compare them against her own. Heather had a golden tan all over her body, though the skin beneath her arms was visibly pale, creating a sharp contrast. Her skin looked smooth and soft, though her pits had a few deep creases.

“Those aren’t that great!” Cathy thought to herself, comparing Heathers underarms to her own.

Suddenly feeling brave, Cathy decided to make her move. She danced closer to Mike, lifting her arms and waving them overhead as she tried to edge Heather out of the way. But the blonde was a master at getting attention and did not budge, instead trying once again to humiliate her brunette rival.

“Look, Cathy Pits is at it again. Hold your nose everyone!”

But Cathy would not back down, instead finally defending herself.

“I think you’re jealous that Mike likes my armpits better than yours Heather! Maybe you’re the one who stinks!”

Mike looked on, amused as the two women went at each other. But Cathy’s latest defense seemed to strike a nerve, so once again, Heather upped the ante’. She stormed over to the DJ and ordered him to turn off the music. She then grabbed the microphone and began to speak.

“Hi everyone. I need your help tonight to settle an argument I’m having with Cathy Pits. It seems that Stinky Cathy thinks she’s got better armpits than I do, so I propose that we let all of you guys decide for us. What do you say?” she yelled out to the crowd.

By now many of the young students had already taken a few swigs of alcohol from the various flasks which were being passed around, so the crowd was up for it. Cathy meanwhile looked like she just saw a ghost as Heather walked over and grabbed her by the arm, forcefully pulling her in front of the DJ, still holding onto the microphone. With Cathy now standing next to her, looking frightened and intimidated, Heather once again addressed the crowd.

“Okay, whomever wants to help, please form a single line in front of us.” With that, dozens of guys began to line up, Cathy’s eyes opening wide with fear.

“Okay, Tiffany here will tie this bandana over each person’s eyes and then one at a time, both Cathy and I will step forward and let you check out our armpits. You can smell them, you can touch them, you can lick them …. whatever you want. And then after you’ve checked out each one, yell to the DJ to tell him which one you prefer; the first or the second; and he’ll keep track of the votes to see who is the winner. Oh, and we’ll keep switching places so you won’t know which one of us is first or second. Or at least you won’t know until you get a whiff of Stinky Cathy anyway!”

The last remark drew a howl of laughter form the crowd as Cathy turned and gave Heather an angry stare. But she then turned and saw Mike, standing on the side as if he was enjoying the show. He smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up, but Cathy was so petrified she did not react. She was then directed forward as Tiffany began to tie the bandana around the first guy in line. Cathy’s instincts told her to run away, but for some reason, she couldn’t move. It was as if she was in a comatose state as she simply stood there, an unwilling participant who was unable to stop herself.

The DJ then gently shoved Heather forward, lifting her arm as she then shoved her armpit directly in front of the now blindfolded guy. He took a big sniff and then reached forward, poking and stroking the blonde’s pit. She then stepped back and Cathy was shoved forward, the DJU lifting her arm up for her as the guy did the same to her. He shoved his nose beneath her arm, Cathy feeling the air move against her skin as he inhaled. She then felt him pushing into the soft skin beneath her arm, poking it and shoving his thumbs up against it. As before, she was aroused at the sensation of someone touching her sniffing her armpits, though she tried desperately to hide it. Finally, after a few more moments, Cathy was escorted backward as the guy was asked to give his vote.

“I gotta go with the first one!” the guy exclaimed, drawing a cheer from the crowd. His blindfold was then removed as the DJ announced the vote.

“That’s 1 vote for Heather and none for Cathy!”

Heather smiled wickedly as Cathy felt her knees grow weak. She was not subjecting herself to the worst humiliation possible in front of the entire senior class, but she as also getting highly arounsed every time someone touched or licked her pits. But she was too frightened to resist, and as Tiffany tied the blindfold around the next guy, Cathy nervously looked at the huge line which had formed. The DJ then again directed Heather forward as the next guy chose only to sniff her pit before doing the same to Cathy’s. He too voted for the first pit he sniffed, as the DJ made it official.

“That’s 2 votes for Heather and none for Cathy!”

The third guy in line was then blindfolded, this time Cathy being nudged forward first. He took a huge sniff of her pit before sticking his tongue out and taking a big, deep lick of Cathy’s pit. The crowd gave a collective “EWWWW!” as the guy pumped his fist blindly in the air while slurping the brunette’s underarm. Cathy felt an odd tingle between her legs as her face winced. On the one hand she was disgusted, but she couldn’t deny the feeling of arousal it gave her. It was not as profound as the shiver Mike had sent down her spine, but it was undeniable that she had just uncovered an erogenous zone on her body.

Heather was next as the guy took a long, wet lick of her pit before finally being asked to make his decision. He chose the second pit, and once again the DJ blurted out the results.

“That’s 3 votes for Heather and none for Cathy!”

Cathy began to feel nauseated. She had hoped that by changing the order of the two of them it might give her an advantage, but the vote nonetheless still went for Heather. She felt as if she were about to cry when the next stepped forward, Heather nudged forward first this time. He simply stroked her pit with his hand, choosing not to sniff or lick it after the guy before him had slobbered over each. After examining each, he then cast his vote for the second pit, Cathy finally breathing a sigh of relief.

“That’s 3 votes for Heather and 1 for Cathy!”

Heather sneered as the crowd booed, the blonde then asking the DJ to allow them to clean off. A couple of classmates then dragged the cooler over, and Heather splashed some cold water into each armpit, wiping it with her hand before drying it with a towel. The DJ then directed Cathy to do the same, though Heather used the opportunity to once again taunt her nemesis as she splashed some water into each pit.

“You can splash all you want Cathy, but a little water isn’t going to wash that stink away!”

Cathy scowled back at her as Mike looked on, surveying the line of guys. Dozens more passed by before the line began to gradually whittle down. Surprisingly, Cathy had kept pace with the blonde, and just a few votes separated them as the last dozen or so guys remained. The next guy in line took his time, licking, kissing, touching and squeezing each of them before casting his vote for Heather.

“That’s 34 votes for Heather and 28 for Cathy!”

They split the next few votes, and as the DJ announced the current tally as 36 votes for Heather and 30 for Cathy, only 6 guys remained in line.

“Cathy must win all of the next 6 votes to earn a tie!” he announced, Cathy’s almost numb to what was going on now and feling like her womanhood was about to explode. Each touch had brought her closer to her first climax, though she had no idea exactly ehat a climax was!

The next guy voted for Cathy, after stuffing his nose deeply into each of their pits. And then the next guy voted for Cathy as well, taking a big, wet tongue full of each pit. The guy after that also voted for Cathy, choosing to simply caress each with his hand.

“That’s 34 votes for Heather and 31 for Cathy with 3 guys left to vote!”

Cathy turned to Mike, who remained on the side, watching intently. She gave him a look as if to plead with him to get in line, assured that he would vote for her. But Mike did not react, instead staying in his spot and watching the action. The next guy came up, and after his blindfold was tied on, took his time to explore each armpit with both his hands and mouth. He hesitated as Cathy stood by nervously, Heather finally showing a bit of concern as the voting drew to a close with the possibility that she might actually not win! Finally he cast his vote, and it was for Heather.

“That’s 35 votes for Heather and 31 for Cathy with only 2 guys left to vote! So unless anyone else decides to step forward, Heather will win. But let’s continue until the last vote is in!”

The next guy stepped up as Cathy stood there, barely able to hold up her arm she was so ashamed. After he devoured her underarm, Cathy quivered and gave a hushed sigh, unnoticable to all but Mike, who stared into ehr face. Unfortunately for Cathy however, he cast his vote for Heather, as did the last guy in line.

“That’s 37 votes for Heather and 31 for Cathy with no one left to vote! Anyone else?” he announced, waiting to see if any other guys were willing to step forward. Just as Cathy’s head hung down as she realized her fate, a few more guys stepped forward. The reeked of marijuana, obviously just returning from smoking a joint. Heather frowned at them, knowing her they were but not associating with them.

“Yeah man, we’re in!” one of them exclaimed as they got in line.

The first guy was blindfolded as Cathy was nudged forward first. He took a deep sniff of her underarm, and then took a lick, Cathy’s body twitching as a result as a tingle shot between her legs.

“Hmmmm … tastes like …… a ….. um ……. Asparagus!” he exclaimed, drawing a round of laughter form the large crowd.

He then was offered Heather’s underarm, and after doing the same, announced his assessment.

“That one tastes like ….. ummm …… a salty pretzel! But I don’t like salty pretzels so I’m gonna go with number 1!” he blurted out.

“That’s 37 votes for Heather and 32 for Cathy!

There were 4 more guys in line, and 3 voted for Cathy while one voted for Heather.

“That’s 38 votes for Heather and 35 for Cathy with no one left to vote! Last call!”

Before he declared the contest over however, 2 more guys stumbled forward, obviously drunk. They staggered forward and each slobbered over the two sets of pits, Cathy feeling a dampness between her elgs after the second guy kissed her pit. Both voted for her, drawing the contest to an agonizingly close conclusion.

“That’s 38 votes for Heather and 37 for Cathy! Only one vote separates them! Anyone else! Going once ….. going twice……!”

Heather looked out nervously into the crowd, hoping no one else would step forward. Cathy seemed desperate, hoping that she could get just one more vote and at least earn a tie, though if anyone else touched her pits, she was sure that the dampness between her legs would turn into a river!. She once again turned to Mike, raising her eyebrows as if to plead with him to come and cast a vote. He looked back at her, but did not react, choosing to stay out of the contest.

“Going three times ….. so by one vote …. HEATHER WINS!”

The crowd cheered loudly as Cathy’s heart sank into her stomach. She had come so close, but still fallen short. Heather pumped her fist in the air in celebration, but judging by the expression on her face, she was not satisfied with the narrow victory. Before the crowd surrounded the blonde however, she turned to Cathy with a satsfied smirk on her face. "Closer than it shoudl have been, but you still lost ... just liek always!"

Cathy then slinked away as the students surrounded Heather to celebrate her victory as the brunette walked up toward the dunes to go call her mother. Mike followed her however, gently grabbing her by the arm and turning her around.

“I’m sorry Cathy, but I’d prefer to make up my own mind in private. Besides, I don’t want to be the last on line in anything. So why don’t we get together this week, just the two of us. Okay?”

Though devastated, Cathy thought about it and nodded her head in agreement. He then gave her a hug before turning and walking away, Cathy taking her cell phone out of her bag to call her mom.

THE END

Want to see more of Cathy and Heather? Let Mr. Chain know.

GO BACK TO THE PITS!