Chasing Olivia
By A.J. Brown
A guy learns not to pursue girls that are playing him


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William got happy as he looked around the party and saw Olivia there. He had
been trying to get with her for quite some time but she had been playing hard
to get. One moment she'd act like she was really into him. And then whenever
he thought he had his opportunity she'd back off. 'Nah, I don't feel like
doing that,' she'd bluntly say when he asked her to hang out, or 'I just think
I'm gonna go back to my room and watch TV,' she'd say at parties sometimes
when he thought he'd get a chance for at least a kiss.

But this party Olivia invited him to. And it was off campus. It wasn't even a
party of the college. Olivia had grown up nearby and the party was a bunch of
her high-school friends at one of her friend's house. William was a
19-year-old college sophomore and Olivia was a college freshman who was going
to be turning 19 in a few weeks. He had been trying for months to get with
her.

What really excited William was that Olivia said she arranged for William to
sleep in her friend's finished basement that had a fold-out sofa down there.
His one concern when invited to the party was that it was a 45 minute drive
from campus. Olivia said 'no problem' and she told him how she had talked to
her friend in advance and arranged for William to sleep in the finished
basement. There were a lot of bedrooms in the house and the girls would be
doubling up in those. William felt confident that Olivia would be joining him
downstairs. Finally.

"Hey," William said excitedly as he walked up to Olivia at the party.

She looked so cute, so hot. She was a petite girl standing at 5'2 and not
weighing more than 100 pounds. She ran a lot, so she had a hot little body.
She had long brown hair and a black long-sleeved shirt on. The shirt had four
buttons on the top half of it, three of them unbuttoned to show her cleavage.

She was definitely trying to look hot that night. She had on tight dark blue
jeans that showed her nice little ass and they were so tight that they showed
how fit her legs were as well. There was a no-shoes rule in the house that
William had been informed of once he walked in. So he was just wearing socks
but Olivia was barefoot. Even her feet were cute, he thought. They looked soft
and girly, couldn't have been bigger than a size 6, and she had shiny red
toenail polish on.

"Hey," she said and she already seemed like she wasn't interesting in paying
him that much attention, kind of looking around all over the place. He hoped
he didn't drive all of the way out here for one of those nights. He went in to
hug her and she barely hugged him back, still looking around.

"I hate that bitch over there," she said. "I can't believe she is actually
here."

"Which one?" he said. It looked like she was pointing to a woman who looked
like she was in her early forties. But that couldn't be. Whoever she was
talking about had to be some other cute girl from her high-school that she had
some kind of rivalry with or something.

"Her," Olivia said and now William had no doubt that she was pointing to the
lady he thought she was, as she pointed more clearly and the only girl her age
who had been close to her had walked away. "The older lady."

William was confused. He looked closer at the lady Olivia was referencing. She
had blond hair that was somewhat long. It looked kind of messy, uncombed. The
woman wore a blue hooded sweatshirt. She wore black pants that were made of a
soft material and looked floppy. They looked like they were workout pants or
pajama pants, certainly not the kind of pants you would wear out to a party.
He knew it wasn't the mother who lived at the house they were at since he had
already been told that the parents weren't going to be home. She was barefoot
as well. Her feet looked clean and soft too but they were still the feet of a
fortysomething woman and William wished he didn't have to look at them. She
was definitely one that he wished at least had socks on.

"Why?" he asked her and Olivia was still looking at the woman like she
thoroughly disliked her. The woman was now talking to someone else and looking
like she was happy and having a good time. Olivia did not and William wished
that Olivia wouldn't let this woman put a damper on the night for whatever
reason she didn't like her.

"She's one of my friends' mom," Olivia said. "Here name is Theresa. Just talks
shit about me all of the time. Just saying I - just screw her. She is
41-years-old but she always has to hang out and party with us for whatever
reason. Can't keep her mouth shut. I seriously may kick her ass tonight."

Olivia took a big swig of her drink like she was pissed off. William looked
back over at Theresa. She wasn't a big lady or anything but she definitely
looked bigger than Olivia did. She stood at about 5'5 and it was hard to tell
how much she weighed with a hooded sweatshirt on and baggy, floppy pants. But
it did look like she had broad shoulders and she had a fair amount of weight
to her. She had to have at LEAST thirty pounds on Olivia but realistically
William would have guessed Theresa outweighed her by a good 40 - 45 pounds.
Maybe Olivia could beat her up though. She had the youth on her side and she
at least looked in better shape than Theresa did. William really hoped that he
wouldn't witness that fight at the party as it certainly wouldn't help any
progress he may have with Olivia.

The night progressed. Olivia was being her normal Olivia self. One moment she
was hanging all over William like she wanted to be with him. But then she'd
get talking to one of her friends and not pay any attention to him at all even
though she was the only one there that he knew. Then she would say she was
going to the bathroom or going to get another drink or something and disappear
for quite some time. She'd leave William just standing there alone and feeling
awkward, that was when he would really start drinking fast.

At one point when he was standing alone he caught Theresa looking over at him.
He couldn't be sure but he thought that she just might be laughing at him for
standing alone. There was something about that that bothered him and,
something about the mocking look on her face, and if he was right about that,
he could understand why Olivia didn't like this woman.

William and Olivia were talking and then William needed to go get another
beer. He had put down quite a few. When he came back in the living room, he
was not pleased at what he was seeing. Olivia and Theresa must have had some
kind of words while he was gone. The two of them were standing across from
each other in the middle of the living room and they were obviously about to
fight.

Everyone else had cleared off to the sides to watch, and Theresa and Olivia
were the center of attention. Theresa definitely looked bigger than Olivia
did. She used her hands to push her hair out of her face and back behind her
ears. Olivia's hair was in a ponytail behind her head.

Theresa definitely looked bigger than Olivia did, William could see if even
more now that they were standing closer to each other. She also was smiling
and looked like she was amused about the fact that they were going to fight
while Olivia looked like she was angry and a bit nervous. If William had known
more than one person there he probably would have stepped in and tried to stop
Olivia from fighting this woman. But everyone at the party seemed to want to
see it and he didn't want to piss off Olivia either since she had said earlier
she wanted to kick her ass. He just really hoped that the fact that she was
younger and fitter would be enough and that she wouldn't lose to this older
lady who was partying with a bunch of college kids.

Theresa started to move closer to Olivia. This fight was actually going to
happen. Theresa gave Olivia a good shove which sent her back a step and upset
her. Olivia reached up like she was trying to put Theresa in a headlock but
Theresa easily and playfully batted her arm away. Olivia tried again and
Theresa did the same thing, laughing a bit as she did it. Olivia looked like
she really didn't know what she was doing.

Theresa then grabbed Olivia at the shoulders and Olivia grabbed her right
back. They pushed at each other trying to push the other one backwards,
Theresa still smiling, and Olivia looking like she was getting frustrated.
Olivia was able to keep it even for a few seconds before Theresa started to
push her back.

As Theresa pushed harder, Olivia started to lose her footing and Theresa
pushed her back faster. Olivia probably would have fell if Theresa didn't push
her right up against the wall, causing a few people to have to move out of the
way, and Olivia to let out a girly sounding gasp.

From where William was standing, he could just see the back of Theresa right
then and the look of being upset on Olivia's face as she was trying her best
to push the bigger woman away from her but couldn't. He knew how much she
disliked Theresa and felt for her, how frustrated she must have felt right
then.

With a tight grab on Olivia's shoulders, Theresa then threw Olivia back
towards the center of the room, Olivia's smaller and weaker body flopping
around once it happened. Theresa moved towards her as Olivia tried to keep her
balance and although Olivia was able to stay on her feet, Theresa grabbed her
again.

The two of them wrestled on their feet with Olivia looking like she was doing
all she could to defend herself while Theresa looked like she was playing
around and not even trying that hard. Ultimately, Theresa wrestled Olivia to
the floor and forced her on her back.

Olivia let out a couple of girly sounding gasps as she tried to push Theresa
off of her but the older woman was too strong for her. William kept hoping
that Olivia would find the strength to do it but it looked like it wasn't
happening. Olivia looked helpless as Theresa used her bigger body to smother
her with her big butt pointing up in the air.

Theresa then started to get up and William was glad, thinking that this was
over. Watching the girl he liked getting her ass kicked by a 41-year-old woman
was possibly more uncomfortable for him than it was for her. Theresa sat up,
her butt now sitting on Olivia's tummy, but she didn't get off of her. Olivia
wiggled around a little bit underneath her but clearly didn't really have much
fight left in her.

But Theresa continued to sit on Olivia and she didn't get up. She then leaned
forward, her blond, frizzy hair flopping over her face as she did. She held
down Olivia's shoulders with her hands, lifted up her leg, and put her bare
right foot right on the side of Olivia's face.

"AHHHH!" Olivia screamed with an extremely loud girly sounding scream. "I'm
gonna pass out!"

William couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Seeing Theresa force her foot
onto Olivia's face like that was the most degrading thing that he had ever
seen. He felt a combination of anger, embarrassment, and just overall
discomfort watching Theresa do that. He thought he'd rather watch Theresa
punch Olivia in the face than stick her foot in it, as the pain of a punch
would go away a lot faster than the humiliation Olivia was receiving right
then. Theresa was looking down at Olivia's face, concentrating on it, like she
really wanted to see her suffering. Olivia turned her head a bit and now
Theresa forced her bare foot right down the center of Olivia's face, covering
her eyes, nose, and mouth with it.

"AHHH!" Olivia screamed again.

Olivia thrashed her head in the other direction, just desperate to get that
foot out of her face. Now the right side of Theresa's bare foot was leaning
against the right side of Olivia's face. She couldn't get away from it.
Theresa comfortably sat on Olivia and then put her heel on Olivia's forehead.

Olivia turned her head up so the back of it was flat on the carpet and she was
looking straight up. She quickly got her left arm up and put it over her face
to block Theresa from getting her foot in her face again. Theresa put her foot
on Olivia's arm and bent it forward, pointing her toes towards Olivia's face,
trying her best to get as much foot as possible in Olivia's face.

Olivia looked so humiliated, lying their trapped underneath Theresa, as
Theresa pointed her foot more, her toes now touching Olivia's forehead with
the rest of her foot still touching Olivia's arm. Olivia let out a grunt and
lifted her right leg trying to kick Theresa in the back but her foot wasn't
able to reach up enough to connect. Olivia kicking her leg up like that did,
however, force Theresa's foot off of her, and Theresa's foot fell on the
carpet next to Olivia's head, Olivia's arm now off of her face.

Olivia grunted again, kicking her leg straight up, still not able to reach
Theresa with the kick, and Theresa still sitting on her comfortably like
Olivia's attempts to kick her weren't even bothering her. Olivia's grunted
again as she kicked at Theresa again. This time her right bare foot connected
with Theresa's back, only her kick wasn't even close to hard enough to hurt
her and Theresa still continued to sit on her, unfazed by it. Olivia screamed
again.

"You give?" Theresa said to her, a commanding look on her face as she looked
Olivia right in the eyes, William knowing she'd stick her foot right back in
her face if she didn't.

"Get off of me!" Olivia screamed.

"I'm not getting off of me unless you tell me that you give," Theresa said,
talking right through Olivia's pathetic scream that she was still doing. "You
give?"

"Get off of me!" Olivia yelled.

"What?" Theresa said impatiently.

Theresa put her bare foot right on the left side of Olivia's face and Olivia
screamed again. William could feel the annoyance inside of himself at both of
them. He wished Olivia would just say she gave up, knowing that she had lost,
so she at least she wouldn't have to go through any more of this when it was
obvious she was going to be giving up eventually anyway. But even more, he
wished Theresa would just get off of her as it was obvious to every single
person in that room that Theresa had won and Olivia just had too much pride to
say she gave up. Theresa had humiliated her enough.

Theresa moved the bottom of her foot right down the center of Olivia's face
again and Olivia thrashed her head to the left so Theresa's foot was now on
the right side of her face. William couldn't watch anymore and it was taking
all of his power to stop himself from jumping in there and pulling Theresa
right off of her.

There was only one thing that was stopping him at that point from doing so and
he was embarrassed about what that one thing was - fear. He was taller than
Theresa at 5'11 and weighed more than her at 160 pounds. But he was skinny and
had never been in a fight before. Even though Olivia was much smaller than
William was, watching Theresa dominate her like that made him fear that she
could do the same thing to him. And the idea of being held down by a
41-year-old woman in front of a roomful of people with her forcing her foot in
his face terrified him. Even though no one knew he was thinking that, it was
humiliating for him that that fear was stopping him from sticking up for the
girl he liked.

"You give?" Theresa said, he foot firmly on Olivia's face and Olivia still
screaming.

"Get off of me!" Olivia yelled and it was driving William absolutely nuts that
she wouldn't just give, mainly because it was adding to his own ego bruise
that he wasn't doing anything about it. Theresa pushed her foot down on
Olivia's face even firmer.

"You give?" Theresa said, clearly not going to settle for anything less than
Olivia admitting her dominance to her.

"Get off of me!!" Olivia now screeched.

William had had enough. What motivated him to finally step in was the fact
that he knew that however this ended, if it didn't end with William helping
Olivia that there was no way he was getting with her that night if he didn't
help. So he made his way towards them to step in.

He got behind Theresa who was too busy looking down being proud of the fact
that her foot was in the face of her enemy to even pay attention to the fact
that William was there. He stuck his hands under her armpits and tried to lift
her up. She felt much stronger than he expected at first and he really feared
if he was going to be able to do this.

But he gave her a good tug and she started to get up. She was making her body
kind of floppy and it wasn't easy. He couldn't pull her away the way he wanted
to and although he got her up she was still above Olivia. Olivia just flopped
her arms down to her side and seeing such a humiliated looking girl really
bothered him.

"I'm gonna throw up," Olivia said.

William tried pulling Theresa away from Olivia who was too defeated to get up
but Theresa wouldn't move away. She pushed her bare foot right into Olivia's
crotch to pick on her some more. Olivia looked like she wanted to say or do
something and William hoped so badly that she wouldn't. Theresa pushed her
foot into Olivia's stomach.

"Why don't you smell my foot?" Olivia said which William wished she hadn't.

"Smell my foot," Theresa said.

Theresa tried to bring her right foot in Olivia's face but Olivia batted her
leg away. Theresa swung her left foot around and put that right in Olivia's
face. Beyond frustrated, Olivia rolled away from her. Theresa felt strong as
William held onto her and he feared that she would be able to pull away from
him. But Olivia was able to get up and start to walk away.

"Your feet stink!" Olivia said.

"My feet are fine," Theresa said back and William was glad that she didn't try
to attack any further.

William saw Olivia's back as she walked away and although he couldn't see the
look on her face he knew the humiliation she was feeling right then. He could
feel it in the air as he watched her walk with all of her peers still standing
around after just witnessing her being degraded worse than he ever could have
imagined. But this was his chance. No one else was comforting her so he could.
He let go of Theresa and got another look at the look of amusement that was on
her face over all of it. He walked up to Olivia and put his hands on her
shoulders.

"Hey you all ... "

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" she screamed at him just as loud as she had been
screaming when Theresa had her foot in her face.

He thought maybe she was just reacting that way because she thought it was
Theresa but then she turned to look at him with a look of anger on her face
that did not go away in the least when she saw who he was. She continued to
stare at him with that look, looking like she was going to hate anyone that
was near her at that moment. It killed him to know that he had to walk away.

And that was when he turned back to face everyone at the party and the
humiliation for him really set in. He had come to this party for the sole
purpose of trying to get with Olivia and now he not only got completely
rejected in his attempt to comfort her but he got screamed at. He looked
around at every eye at that party looking at him and he could feel the
humiliation start in his head and then spread throughout his body making him
feel like he just wanted to jump out a window at that moment. The real dagger
was the smirk that he saw on Theresa's face that she had humiliated both of
them.

He got out of the room quickly almost in a panic, in disbelief that this had
just happened to him. He never could have dreamed things could have gone this
badly when he agreed to go to this party. He wanted to just get in his car and
drive out of there but although he wasn't quite drunk, he had drank enough
where he knew that wouldn't be a good idea, especially in his flustered state.

So instead, he grabbed another beer and drank about three quarters of it in
one gulp. He briefly brought the can away from his mouth then finished the
beer in the next gulp. He quickly grabbed another one out of the refrigerator.
He liked being alone in the kitchen but sure enough, a couple of people walked
in.

So he went back out to the living room where everyone was and found a spot
against the wall to drink at by himself. That was better than being alone in
the kitchen where it was more noticeable drinking alone at a party where he
didn't know anyone. Olivia was nowhere to be seen and it seemed she left. He
was too humiliated to send her a text message. He drank that beer quickly then
went and got another and stood back against the wall. At this rate he was
never going to be able to drive home but he kept feeling the need to drink.

"Hey," Grace, the host of the party, said when she walked up to William. The
18-year-old girl had a friendly smile on her face and it made him feel a bit
better. "Sorry you're not having a good time."

"It's a good party," he said and she chuckled.

"Sorry Olivia just left you here. She can be a weirdo sometimes. I've already
pulled out the sofa downstairs for you. Do you just want to go down there and
go to bed?"

That plan sounded great to William and he accepted the offer. He could get
down there away from everyone, pass out for a bit, then get out of that house
nice and early once he sobered up and woke up. Once he was alone down there he
realized he couldn't sleep even though he was kind of drunk so he started to
watch TV.

The party upstairs sounded like it was starting to die down when he heard
someone coming down the stairs. He figured it would be Grace coming to check
on him. He suddenly hoped that it would be Olivia. Yes, that would be perfect
if she did happen to still be there and she was coming to find him. They'd be
all alone with the whole downstairs to themselves, with Olivia needing someone
to make her feel better. The door to the downstairs opened and it wasn't Grace
or Olivia that walked in and closed the door behind them. It was Theresa.

"How do you like it down here?" Theresa said to him with a smile, William
feeling a bit intimidated that she was standing in front of the only door to
get out.

"It's fine. You need something?"

"Olivia is playing you, you know. She's always been like that. Girl is a
spoiled brat and just a pain in the ass. I saw her do that to the last guy she
was trying to get with. He'd follow her around like a puppy or something -
same thing I watched you doing tonight. And she led him on just enough to keep
him interested, making sure it didn't go any further and making him look
foolish. You don't want to waste your time with her."

"I'm going to get to bed." She still looked like she had no plans on leaving.
That agitated him. Then she took a couple of steps towards him.

"You know, you owe me," she said.

"What?"

"When you pulled me off of her up there - trying to be the hero. I could feel
how weak you are. I let you do that. I'm stronger than you are. I could have
pinned you down in front of everyone the same way I did to her and made you
smell my foot in front of all of those people. What would that have done to
your male ego?"

The discomfort he felt right then made him hate her. He didn't want to even
think of that scenario she laid out but he couldn't stop thinking about it
because she was standing there, smiling, and looking so proud about the fact
that she thought she could do it. And the fact that he didn't have the
confidence to tell her that she was wrong made it that much worse.

"Rub my feet for me," she said, moving closer to him. "That can be payback."

"I don't owe you anything," he said but wouldn't deny that she was stronger
than he was. "I'm going to bed."

"Oh no you're not. Not yet. Rub my feet or I'll pin you down right here and
rub my feet all over your face."

That sounded like a nightmare and he hated that she could threaten him with
it. He knew he wasn't very strong and he didn't really know how to wrestle or
anything. Still this was just some older woman. He was ashamed of himself for
being afraid of her. Was he a man or what? He certainly wasn't going to give
in and rub her feet for her so that made the decision easy for him, as much as
he didn't want to make it. There was plenty of room on the carpeted floor
between the fold-out sofa and the door for them to wrestle. He got to his feet
with a serious look on his face and she laughed.

"Ha-ha. I'm going to kick your ass."

She bent down in a wrestling position and he did as well. He wasn't sure how
aggressively he wanted to attack. He reached in to grab her and she laughed as
she slapped his arm away. He tried again and she did the same. Fed up already,
he attacked her aggressively.

He grabbed her at the shoulders and she did the same to him. She planted her
feet at first and her legs felt so strong that he couldn't push her back at
all and he quickly got worried. He couldn't let her beat him, no matter what
he had to do. His adrenaline got going and he started to force her backwards.

He felt himself starting to gain momentum and could feel some excitement as he
saw the wall behind her getting closer. Thinking about the way she humiliated
Olivia made him want nothing more than to just slam her up against the wall.
No one was around to see him do that to an older woman so he wasn't going to
have any hesitation.

But as he got closer she managed to plant her feet again and when he pushed at
her as hard as he could, she wouldn't budge. This was a strong woman. He
pushed harder, letting out a gasp as he did, but she still wouldn't move. She
was working hard to push him backwards and both of them were determined to
overpower the other.

Theresa finally won that battle as she pushed him back a few steps. He managed
to plant his feet before she could do it any further but he still felt off
balance. She gave him another push but this time she threw him off by twisting
his body and she took him down. He landed on his back and before he could
react, she straddled him.

He could feel her big butt pushing into his chest as he tried to get her off
of him. He pushed, wiggled, and did whatever else he could to try and free
himself but she was in the control position and she was actually able to sit
on him tighter despite his struggles. He feared being in that position a great
deal after seeing what she had done to Olivia but now he was trapped just like
Olivia had been.

And then when he looked up and saw the big grin on his face, that was when he
knew it was coming. She lifted her right leg up and he could see her bare foot
coming right at his face. He tried to move but there was nowhere to go. At
first he just got a big look of disgust on his face and he was about to turn
his head but before he could do that she pushed her bare foot right down the
center of his face.

The first thing that he realized about it was that it felt very cold. He
didn't know why she wouldn't want to have socks on if her foot was cold like
that. The next thing that he realized that it felt quite soft, especially for
an older woman's foot. Then the next thing that he realized was that although
he could feel some floor particles on a few various parts of her foot and that
it felt and smelled a bit sweaty at a couple of parts, that overall it was
exceptionally clean for a bare foot, especially since she had been barefoot
the whole night.

Regardless of any of that, he wanted that foot out of his face immediately. He
tried to turn his head to the side but she pushed her foot down on his face
firmly which made it hard for him to turn his head that much and when he did,
he foot was just able to follow it.

He put both of his hands tightly around her ankle and lower leg. He could feel
how strong her lower leg was when he did that and could quickly tell that
wasn't going to work. He tried anyway as he tried to pull her foot off of him
but didn't have a chance. He then tried to move it to the left and to the
right but it wouldn't move in either direction. Her foot was firmly on his
face and there was nothing he could do about it.

"At least you're not screaming about it like that princess, Olivia, was,"
Theresa said to him, still keeping her foot on his face. "See, it doesn't
smell that bad, does it? I keep my feet clean. She's such a whiner."

He didn't respond. Her foot didn't smell that bad, but it still had a foot
smell to it and having that right in his face was humiliating enough. He could
see why that alone would have been enough to make Olivia scream. Her foot
pressed right on his face was making it so he couldn't really talk anyway so
he hoped she realized that there was no need for him to answer her.

"You want me to take my foot off of your face?" she said to him and he made an
affirmative sounding noise. "Will you rub my feet if I let you up?"

This time she took her foot off of his face so he could answer. He looked up
at the smile on her face as she looked proud about the fact that he was either
going to rubbing her feet or she'd be putting her foot back on his face.
Rubbing the feet of this older woman was something he'd never be able to live
down and he'd be forever humiliated if someone were to go downstairs and see
him doing it. But he couldn't deal with her foot on his face any longer and he
wouldn't want anyone to see that either.

"Alright," he said.

"Yay!" she said.

She got off of him excitedly and sat on the couch with her legs out so he
could kneel at the end of it and rub her feet. She was acting way too excited
about it and he thought she was acting more like someone his age than her age.
He crawled over to her feet and saw her bare soles looking right at him. She
wiggled her toes and he really wished she hadn't done that.

He didn't realize just how humiliating it was going to be until he started
doing it. At least when he was fighting with her it showed that he wasn't
going to let her just bully him. He felt that much more submissive rubbing her
feet voluntarily. She just looked at him and had a huge grin on her face as he
did it.

"You're good at this," she said and the woman kept wiggling her toes which was
driving him crazy. "I hope to see you at more parties. I hope you find
yourself a girl too. Don't bother with Olivia anymore, though - she's a waste
of time."

He continued to rub her feet, just wanting it to end.

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