Tales of Helen & Lisa
by Sam James
Chapter 7 - Parents day


Neither Helen nor Lisa had been looking forward to Parents Day at the school.
Being head of Biology, a subject taken only by the older girls, it was easier
for Helen, but for Lisa, taking Physical Education, it was hell. Every doting
mother whose little darling had been studying for a Degree in Total Sloth
would start an argument on why her daughter should not be forced to do PE.

So to try and reduce direct contact with parents, the girls had devised a
cunning ploy .... a display of acrobatics, as part of the afternoon's
entertainment. It was, in truth, a fantastic demonstration of power, skill and
grace and always received loud applause, even though most of the audience
didn't fully appreciate the true strength involved.

It started with Helen, in a bikini, standing like a statue with her arms
stretched above her head and Lisa, in a leotard, curled around her feet,
apparently asleep.

Slowly Helen would tense her powerful body until every muscle was defined and
as she did so Lisa would uncoil and begin to slide up Helen like a boa
constrictor, in one slow, sinuous fluid movement, winding her way up Helen's
six foot frame with no apparent help from Helen. In fact, Lisa was secretly
using the finger and toeholds created by Helen's flexed muscles to climb
upwards, much like a free rock climber scales a vertical cliff face. It was an
amazing display of strength and the next day Helen would be suffering many
bruises caused by the sheer pressure of her friend's fingers.

As Lisa reached Helen's upstretched arms they would lock hands and for several
minutes Lisa would perform a lithely sensuous program of acrobatics between
Helen's arms, exploiting to the full her double-jointed physique and
astonishing strength. Then, their forearms locked together, Helen would lower
Lisa steadily to the ground until they were both kneeling facing each other,
each girl's hands gripping the other's arms just below the elbow.

What happened next was truly amazing and most spectators thought it was a
trick, with the obviously muscular Helen as the main performer. Very, very
slowly Helen, still in a kneeling position, would appear to rise into the air
on the end of Lisa's arms. Up and up, until she was almost above Lisa's head,
when the smaller girl would slowly stand up, to finish holding Helen at full
arm stretch above her head. Only the most attentive observer would notice the
sinews coiling silkily across the svelte litheness of Lisa's arms and
shoulders as she exerted all her fantastic strength. Helen would then perform
some acrobatics between Lisa's arms, which was when the audience for the first
time realised that the sleekly voluptuous Lisa was in fact the stronger of the
two girls.

Helen would descend by sliding down Lisa's body in a reverse of the first act
(but much easier with gravity doing the hard work), swing between Lisa's
splayed legs and they would end up with Lisa sitting on Helen's shoulders as
they took a bow.

With the show over Helen came across and sat with me, while Lisa took herself
off a few yards away to lay back on the grass and recover from the exhausting
routine. I was engrossed in watching a couple of the senior girls playing
handball, when Helen suddenly said, "Oh dear, I think we've got trouble!"

A large, coarse-faced man had plonked himself on the grass next to Lisa and
was trying to engage her in conversation. With some anxiety I recognised him
as the step-father of Lynn, a girl who was leaving this term and with whom I
had enjoyed an exciting arm wrestle some weeks before. I knew him to be a
bully of a man, whom Lynn had referred to as "a pig".

Lisa had reluctantly sat up to engage in polite conversation, but Helen had
noticed that the man had placed his hand on Lisa's bare thigh and was slowly
moving it up towards the edge of her leotard. As we watched Lisa leant towards
the man and said something softly that we could not hear, but it was obviously
a request to desist, for he just gave a lecherous grin and said "Oh. come on,
you know you like it".

Lisa stared at the man with an expression of contempt and we saw her fingers
suddenly reach out close round his wrist. The man just leered at her, but
suddenly his hand came to a halt, his face went red with effort and a look of
astonishment crossed his features as he found he couldn't move. Lisa spoke
again and this time we heard every word, "If you don't take your hand off my
leg I shall break your fucking wrist". Which was quite polite for Lisa in the
circumstances.

A look of fury crossed his face and he uttered an expletive that no well
brought up young lady should expect to hear. Lisa smiled, but it was the smile
of the tiger, and we got the distinct impression that she had wanted him to
react that way. The next moment her assailant gave a cry of pain and
desperately tried to withdraw his hand as Lisa's fingers tightened like a
steel manacle until she felt a bone give way. Then she let go and he scrambled
to his feet and fled, nursing his wrist and heading for the medical tent.

Lisa smiled sweetly at us and went back to her snooze, and Helen and I went
back to each other, wondering idly how he would explain the injury to his
family.

(To be continued)