Running on the sand, trying to burn off her anger and frustration, Chenoa Cockett pushed her taut 18-year-old body to its limits. Her rage stemmed from the fact that the blonde college freshman had just received her first "B," marring her perfect 4.0 GPA that had begun at the start of middle school. The petite 5'-3" blonde finished her run with a 50-yard sprint that brought her to a halt on a sand dune overlooking the beach. Chenoa's 115-lb. body glistened with perspiration as the thin fabric of her tiny red bikini bra strained to contain her heaving melon-sized breasts. Gazing from her vantage point, Chenoa spotted just one other person sunbathing on the nearly deserted beach. The embittered blonde slitted her eyes as she suddenly recognized the girl sunning herself. It was none other than Miss Natale Meux, the very reason for her seething fury. Chenoa eyed the half-Chinese/half-French 22-year-old with a mixture of rage and lust. The flaxen-haired teenager clenched her fists as she flashed back to her first encounter with the slender, 5'-2", 110-lb. assistant professor of art. It was during a mid-year student/teacher conference that Chenoa, who was into girls, had come on to the novice college instructor, certain the Eurasian would succumb to her charms. All of the signals had been there, reassuring Chenoa of a successful encounter. Instead, Natale had bluntly rebuffed her advance with arrogant disdain. "I'm no lezbo perv," stated Natale haughtily, surprising the blonde. Egotistically proud of her lean, hard muscled body, Natale delighted in coyly teasing those girls who showed any interest in her. She took even greater pleasure in crushing their attempts to seduce her, Chenoa being her most recent victim. Chenoa might have eventually forgotten about the humiliating event until the "B" had appeared on her report card, stoking anew the flames of anger. She believed that it was a final act of retribution by the auburn-haired instructor. Now the object of Chenoa's fury and desire lay sunning herself in a skimpy blue thong bikini just a few feet away from her. A cunning plan began to germinate in the teen's vengeful mind as she stared at the unwitting Natale. Ready to initiate her scheme, Chenoa strutted toward Natale fantasizing about the Eurasian girl's tanned, supple body and what she would do to it. The blonde could feel her nipples hardening as she stood over the reclining girl, purposefully blocking out the sun. Disturbed by Chenoa's shadow, Natale opened her eyes and was startled to find someone standing over her. "What the…hey! You're in the way," said Natale with a scowl. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss Meux, our favorite assistant professor," sneered Chenoa. Sitting up and shading her eyes, Natale replied, "Hmph! Chenoa Cockett. Out trolling are we?" "You gave me a "B", you stupid slut. I should kick your ass all over this beach for that," growled Chenoa. "We aren't on campus where there are witnesses and the campus security for you to go running to, skank." Offended by her student's profanity, Natale jumped to her feet to confront Chenoa. "I gave you that grade because that's all you deserved, you little dyke. Besides, it's your ass cheeks that need a good, sound beating." Yes, thought Chenoa as she said, "Want to put you money where your mouth is, Miss Meux? How about a full-contact match, one-on-one, just you and me…or are you all talk?" Enraged by the insult, Natale spat, "Where and when, you little tramp?" She was stunned when Chenoa pointed to her left and said, "Two dunes over…right now!" The teen turned on her heel and strutted away, her taut, round butt cheeks flexing suggestively. Natale stared for a moment and then began to follow Chenoa until they reached an open workout platform built between the dunes, topped with a wrestling mat.