Helen & Lisa
By Sam James
A Lakeside Encounter


"Can I come down and watch you?"

The soft, husky voice coming from up on the bank behind me distracted me from
watching my fishing float and I looked round with bored resignation to reply
with my usual "No, I'm sorry, but you'll scare the fish".

Not that a quiet visitor would, of course, but I had wangled permission to
fish this lovely lake in the grounds of a girl's school and I did not want to
lose it. The problem was that, though the younger girls were forbidden to go
to the waterside, the senior sixth formers, mostly young ladies in the 16-18
age bracket, were allowed to walk round the lake. Except that many of them
were not really young ladies, they were promiscuous flirts to whom the sight
of a young male sitting fishing was a challenge. Not a challenge, I admit,
that I would normally have been adverse to, but, as I said, if I wanted to
keep my permit it was definitely "hands off".

But as I took in the sight of the woman who had spoken, my words dried in my
throat, and changed to "Yes, of course you can!"

She was obviously not a pupil, being in her mid-twenties, a tall, tanned girl,
dressed in a short-sleeved T-shirt, shorts and trainers and with a lithe and
superbly muscular physique.

She scrambled down the grass slope, sat down beside me and said, "Hi, my
name's Helen ... Helen Troy, I'm a teacher at the school".

I laughed. "You are joking?" She looked disconcerted and slightly upset. "No,
I'm not joking, why shouldn't I be a teacher?"

Oh hell, I thought, what a way to start. Red with embarrassment I stuttered an
apology. 'I'm sorry... no... I mean, Helen ... Troy?"

She gave a slow smile ... and I realised she was winding me up. "Oh, that...
my parents had a weird sense of humour - I think I've inherited it"

I was about to ask her what she taught - by her splendid muscles I was sure it
was physical education - but she started to ask me about the lake and the fish
in it. As our chat progressed I discovered she knew a lot about the flora and
fauna of the school grounds and within half-an-hour I felt I had known her all
my life - and she seemed to react the same.

When a suitable break came I said, "I bet you teach PE?". She looked slightly
surprised and said, 'I'm head of the biology department, why did you think
PE?"

I hesitated, this was crux time. "Er, you've got a terrific physique, you
obviously keep fit". To my relief she smiled, and said "Well, yes, PE is my
second subject, but these muscles are from gymnastics and throwing the
javelin".

She obviously was not embarrassed by my interest, so I took another chance.
"You must be very strong - for a woman, that is"

Her eyes flashed and for moment I thought I'd annoyed her. But then she gave
me a look which was definitely provocative, and said, "No, very strong....
period, Probably stronger than you, so you better watch out, I might beat you
up!"

I said "Oh, sure ...", which annoyed her even more, and suddenly she brought
her arm over and rested her hand on the ground between our legs. "If you don't
believe me, try and move my arm!"

I couldn't believe my luck as we locked hands and began to apply pressure. For
long seconds we sat motionless in silent combat. She was incredibly powerful,
but I hadn't exerted my full strength and as I did so I felt her arm begin to
move. She fought me every inch of the way, her breath coming in little gasps,
her bicep bulging rock hard as I brought her hand across. Just before it hit
my leg she made a supreme effort, her shoulders went back, her breasts swelled
against her T-shirt and her muscles stood out like steel cables. She brought
me to a halt and for long seconds we were again locked in stalemate.

But with a supreme effort I brought her hand up on to my thigh - just a few
inches from an all-too-visible erection that I hadn't really been aware of!
Embarrassed, I let go of her hand, giving her the option of leaving it there
or moving it, and looked across at her. Her face was still pink with the
effort she'd put into the struggle, and she stared at me with a mixture of
admiration and disbelief.

I said. "God, you're certainly strong, but I won .... do I get a reward?" I
felt her hand slide across and her fingers gently caressed my hardness, and
she said softly, "I know what I'd like to give you, but it's a bit public
here, don't you think?" I had to agree.

She took her hand away and grinned. "How about supper up at my place this
evening, I do a mean pasta ... but you might not survive the pudding!"

"Sounds like the second best offer I've had today" I replied. Then with a sly
smile she said, "My friend Lisa will be coming round as well." She saw the
flash of disappointment that crossed my face, closely followed by a lecherous
grin, because she said,"Naughty, naughty, it's not going to be like that at
all! But I think you'll like Lisa, she's the school's physical education
teacher and we meet and wrestle once a week - you can be the referee!"

Gobsmacked at the way things were going I could only gasp, "And who usually
wins?".

"Oh, its pretty even ... believe it or not she's stronger than me in the arms
and shoulders but she spends most of her time trying to avoid my legs". Helen
ran her hands down her powerfully muscled thighs and gave me a positively
sexual look. "She knows that if I get her between my legs she stands no chance
at all.... and nor will you after she's gone!"