Foreword: We're back. Welcome, degenerates. In this, Becca's torment leans back towards feet, but with much greater intensity. For those of you who preferred the first to the second installment, I think you'll very much enjoy this.
Chapter 4: The Forfeits
As afternoon rolled by on the second day, Becca was loitering in the kitchen - boredom was gnawing away at her, but she didn't feel comfortable just going to ask if she could hang out with them. She didn't want to look lame to Tara, or desperate for Eliza.
So she hoped eventually one of them might come into the kitchen and ask her to hang out. It wasn't much of a plan, but there really wasn't that much to do elsewise.
It wasn't going great.
Eventually, she heard the voices of the girls, raised in excitement and faux indignation.
"You bet your big ass I'm gonna win." Came Eliza's voice.
There was a girlish gasp of offense, followed by Tara's reply. "Oh you've asked for it."
The possibility of something to occupy her mind broke her resolve, Becca quickly made her way to the living room and stood by the door to see the two girls standing in the open space they had made in the living room the night prior, facing off with a pink pillow in their hands - brandished like weapons.
Eliza was wearing dark short-shorts, a white tee shirt and flip flops on her bare, red-nailed feet. She had her chestnut brown hair in a messy bun. Tara was no longer in her volleyball uniform. She also wore shorts, but a more boyish jogging-style, and a vest top that held her modestly sized, beautifully perky boobs - without a bra, Becca noticed.
The two seemed to be too focused on their duel to comment on her arrival, so she folded her arms across her chest and watched in fascination.
Eliza lunged forward, swinging her pillow wide as if to break Tara in half. The bigger, more athletic girl body checked her with the pillow and knocked her back a pace. Then Tara bonked her on the head - a lovetap, to show she could, but that she didn't feel the need to make it quick.
Eliza seemed to get flustered, because she went for another all out swing. Tara ducked the swing and sent back three of her own, one to the legs - a back swing to the hip and another across the shoulder. Becca couldn't help but grin and giggle, enjoying seeing her sister lose at something - especially because she'd taken Tara and herself away last night because Becca hadn't bowed to her wishes.
Tara looked like a warrior queen; beautiful, muscular legs, all composure and confidence, blonde hair in a wild tumble down her shoulders. Eliza tried a third time, much more tentatively, it seemed she had learned to respect Tara's clear upper hand. That seemed to be all Tara was looking for. With a swipe of her own she knocked Eliza's pillow to the ground and buffeted her across the head - knocking her sprawling onto the couch.
The blonde preened, chin up in the air. "Looks like I'll be getting all the massages I want for the rest of the weekend!"
Eliza seemed to be gathering her wits when Tara finally gave Becca a welcoming smile. "Hi Bec'. You want to try?
Despite the show of force Tara had put on, Becca decided getting hit by a pillow wasn't that scary - even losing to Tara seemed like it would be fun. Eliza looked to be okay at least, now fixing her hair that had been knocked around. Becca nodded excitedly.
Tara swept her hand towards Eliza's discarded pillow, like a master duelist inviting another opponent to the ring. Becca picked it up.
"What's the forfeit?" Eliza asked from the couch. Becca looked at her, unsure of the meaning, and looked to Tara for an explanation. Tara cocked one hand on her hip and held her pillow out as she gestured, as if confiding a trade secret to Becca.
"We don't just play for the sake of it, it's no fun that way - there has to be a reason to want to win. Or at least, not lose." She motioned to Eliza.
"Your sister just won the honour of giving me a massage whenever I want for the rest of the weekend." Becca grinned, revelling in her sister's loss. Tara seemed to be in thought for a moment before she declared, "The loser can't use their hands for anything for the whole day. If you have to do something, you gotta use your mouth! And, if you forget and start with your hands, you gotta stop and do it again."
Becca laughed, it was an absurd consequence, but even that seemed like it would be amusing. She didn't challenge the forfeit, it was Tara's game and she wanted to seem cool to her, especially after last night.
"En guarde!" She declared, raising her pillow.
Tara did the same, and they moved to battle. Tara was a good natured opponent sparring with a novice. She toyed around with Becca, letting her get a hit in or two, not punishing her too harshly - Becca's adrenaline was pumping and her excitement overran what had been her reservation with enjoying something kind of childish.
Finally, Tara finished her off by pummelling her into the couch with a flurry of light blows, the two of them giggling the whole while. "Surrender!" She demanded, focusing the hits on Becca's head. She resisted half-heartedly before giving in with an exhausted sigh of contentment.
Tara pumped her arms in the air and gloated for a minute before saying, "You're pretty good for a first-timer." Becca actually felt herself blush at the comment, and found herself really actually coming to like Tara. She was so much nicer than other popular girls she had met in her time at school - even being older than her didn't make Becca feel awkward for wanting to be her friend.
"You might even be better than 'liza."
Becca couldn't help herself, wanting to get in on the teasing. She looked at Eliza, and had to consider that she had done way better against Tara than Eliza had. "You got your butt whooped so bad."
Eliza scrunched her face up and quickly retorted, "I could still beat you." She sounded heated, and Becca rose to the challenge. "Naaaaah, Tara's right - I'm way stronger."
