The History of my Love For Catfights, Part One: Scrapping Cheerleaders

I'm going to start this ongoing series with a quick confession:  I was kind of a late bloomer when it came to an interest in sex.  (Or girls at all, for that matter.)  I was far more interested in my growing collection of comic books, Hot Wheels, and Star Wars figures than getting involved with the opposite sex.  But when I entered Junior High things started to change, ever so slightly.  I became aware of the outlines of girls panties that you could see through their pants from time to time, and found this a little bit stimulating.  Then I began to become aware of cheerleaders, and how quite frequently, if you paid attention, you could catch a glimpse here and there of their panties under their skirts.  Some girls almost seemed anxious to show them off at every opportunity, and many was the day I found myself with an awkward bulge in my pants that I had to find new and unique ways to hide.  Thank god for backpacks and stacks of text books. 

So anyway, back to the main subject of my blog. 

I've been intensely turned on by the idea of two attractive females fighting each other sine I was very young.   Though the seeds for this love may have actually been in me long before this, my realization of it came about on the way to school one morning when two cheerleaders got into a knock down drag out fist fight in the aisle of the bus.   (Unfortunately I have no pictures or video of that incident.  This was LONG before the days of cell phones, though the events I am about to describe left such a clear impression in my mind I have been able to replay it in my head as if it were a video tape, ever since.)

I was about 12 years old, a junior high student, and the girls who were fighting were at least a couple years older, as they were in high school.  I know they were cheerleaders because they were in their uniforms, which meant that it was Friday, and there must have been a home football game that evening.  (On Home Game Fridays all the players wore their jerseys to class, and the cheerleaders wore their uniforms.  I never gave a shit about high school sports, but oh how I loved "Spirit Day!") 

I had been staring out the window as was my usual custom, paying little or no attention to the goings on of the bus, until I suddenly heard a loud slap and a girl's voice yelling "BITCH!!!"  That was when all hell broke loose and suddenly there were two high school cheerleaders on the floor next to where I was sitting.  One was blonde, with her hair tied back in a pony tail, and the other was a red head with  curly hair.  The blonde was straddling the red head and punching her in the face with her fist and in spite of the fact that every kid on the bus was suddenly yelling, I could clearly hear the dull thuds of her fist smashing into the other girl's face.

I heard shouts of "Get her Becky!"  "Yeah!  Punch her in the face!"  "Fuck her UP!"  And somewhere there was a chorus of several voices just chanting "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"  All the kids were crowded into the area around the two girls, but were keeping back far enough so they had enough room to fight.  I was aware that the bus had stopped and pulled over and soon I could hear the voice of the bus driver trying to calm people down and let her through, but the throng of kids was so excited she wasn't getting anywhere very quickly.

The blonde was still on top, but the red head was still fighting and occasionally getting a punch in, and I saw she had the other girl's shirt griped tightly in her hand.  Then I noticed their skirts had hiked up, giving me a full view of their red cheerleader panties.  I was mesmerized.   I heard a dull thud as the red head took another blow to the face and her attacker was cocking her fist back for another, and that was when the bus driver burst through the wall of kids and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her forward and off the red head. As she was drug through, she managed to stomp down onto the red head's face with the heel of her foot and the curly haired girl's whole body lurched and she curled up into a fetal position and started sobbing.  I saw small puddles of blood on the floor next to her.  The kids on the bus were all still screaming.

"That bitch got fucked UP!"  I heard a girl say somewhere behind me.

"EVERYBODY SIT DOWN AND BE QUIET RIGHT NOW!!!"  There was something in the bus driver's voice that made everyone stop dead in their tracks and the bus got really quiet.  There were a handful of subdued mumbles but that was about it.  The sound of the loser on the floor next to me quietly sobbing was now the loudest sound I could hear.   The winner of the fight was sitting by herself in the seat right behind the bus driver.  Another cheerleader was helping the red head girl get off the floor and she sat down in the empty spot next to me!  I occasionally stole a peek at her and I saw she was covering her face and still sniffing back tears.  Small droplets of blood occasionally dripped down from her face.  The same girl who had helped her before suddenly produced a tissue.  Nobody was aware of me at all. The bus driver pulled back onto the road and within minutes we were driving into the high school parking lot, which was unusual because normally Junior High kids such as myself  got dropped off first.  We sat in the bus for a few minutes.  Suddenly there was a stir and a collective mumble from the kids on the bus.  The Principal, another random man (presumably a high school teacher) and a female police officer were approaching the bus!  In the small town I grew up in, this was not something you saw every day, or ever, in fact.  They all talked to the bus driver for a few minutes in hushed voices and then the police woman and the man who was not the Principal escorted the blonde cheerleader into the school.

A few seconds passed.  The red head had stopped crying and was staring out the window towards the high school.  The police woman returned.

"Missy! Come to the front of the bus please."  The driver said sternly.  The red head got up and walked nonchalantly up to the front, and now she was escorted into the school by the police woman and the Principal.  Another 60 seconds went by.  Nobody knew what they were supposed to do.  Finally the bus driver instructed the high school kids to get off the bus and report to their first hour classes.  Then the rest of us were taken to the Junior High.

I never found out who the girls were or why they were fighting.   Neither of them ever rode the bus again and I never saw the blonde girl again, so she had either graduated or moved by the time I arrived at the High School 2 years later. 

Missy, the red head, was still around when I was a Freshman, though she was a senior by then so I only saw her in school for another year.  I saw her once at McDonald's a year or two later, but she didn't notice me, and why would she? She had no idea who I was, and yet she had unwittingly had more to do with shaping me into the person I am today than perhaps any other single person with the possible exception of George Lucas.

NEXT CHAPTER:  ALL THE MARBLES , GLOW, AND FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE ALL CONTRIBUTE TO MY GROWING FETISH