Lisa ' My nemesis
By Chameleon

My email address: ThinkTruth@Hotmail.com

It was one of those very good days when everything worked as it was supposed to. I love it when things go smooth and always have the illusion that it will last forever. Yes, not just that, I think they will continue to improve until I finally reach nirvana. It's funny how hopes have the capability of defying logic.

Well, as said, this was one of those days, and I was invited over to Karl, a good friend of mine who was of a friendly and generous nature. This had brought him a lot of friends, and several of them were coming to one of his famous crawfish dinners. He was an excellent cook.

He was in his thirties, and women, especially those around his age, found themselves attracted to him. He was a steadfastly, intelligent, and overall trustworthy person that you won't find many of in this world, and women learn to appreciate those qualities in a man as they get older.

I looked forward to the party, but there was one drawback. Lisa was coming. Have you ever met someone who decided not to like you almost immediately, and tend to pursue you with nasty comments every time he/she gets the chance? Of course you have. 10-20% of the population won't like you no matter what you do, and I think the number is a little higher for my part. I'm not sure why, but I guess it's related to the fact that I'm as full of myself as I'm insecure. Besides, I love to point out logical flaws in other peoples reasoning. You see, I have one thing going for me; I'm a logician. The only topic I've found easy to study is mathematical analysis. If I had the slightest interest for it, I probably could have got somewhere in this world.

Why Lisa disliked me remained unclear, but it was easily discovered when she asked me the following question the first time I met her at a similar party, and I'd just spoken to some of its attendants about the similarity between Cusanus and Kant:

-"Do you actually have an education in philosophy, or are you inventing these theories yourself?"

Her facial expression and tone of voice left no doubt, she had no confidence in my philosophical insight whatsoever. It became a stressful element since I never could speak freely with her around, and not risk derogatory comments and questions.

Under normal circumstances I would have been able to defend myself, but she was an exceptionally good arguer, so I could risk a humiliating defeat if I put her on. So, I didn't. I pretended to be the better man, and gave the impression that I ignored her badly hidden insults. That probably didn't make her like me more.

There was another reason why I felt intimidated by her. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, but had practised judo as well as karate for over ten years. -And although she never made an effort to display her skills, the mere knowledge of her capabilities put a strain on my mind's willingness to suggest offensive measures when she became unfriendly. Not that I thought she would knock me out just for verbally defending myself, but there was still a fear that aggression from me could be interpreted as a provocation and start a process with a quite uncertain outcome. So, I always hoped she wouldn't be around, but that was usually a hope in vain.

The reason for this was the mere fact that she had crush on Karl. He seemed to represent everything she dreamed of, and she never wasted a chance to give him her attention and most sensual look. She always seemed to have spent hours to make herself as delicious as possible before she came, and was probably equally frustrated each time when Karl only offered her his normal, polite and forthcoming self. You see, Karl was gay, and had been in a secret long-term relationship for many years. I knew that, and it gave me a sadistic pleasure to think about it every time Lisa was mean.

Karl lived just a fifteen minutes walk from me if I took a path through a small forest. I had never met anyone there ever, and I often sat down by the trees to sort my thought if the walls of my one-room apartment started to close in on me. This was a summer's day, and I truly enjoyed the walk as I thought of my opportunities in the love-department. Most women are better than no women for the lonesome and lovesick man.

It all started well. Lisa seemed a little down, and sat by herself in a chair drinking tea while waiting for the dinner to be ready. That gave me the opportunity to make an impression on some of the other women there, and it worked quite well. Soon, I had three women listening to me talking enthusiastic about Cervantes: Don Quijote, and one of them, Sara, gave me looks that could indicate actual interest. It could also just be curiosity though, so I tried not to bring my hopes up.

Five minutes after, dinner was served, and in a very good mood I sat down at the table in front of Sara. She had a thin, red dress on that covered a neat figure. Her whole being was feminine of nature, and her small hand reached sensually for a piece of bread. Unfortunately Lisa placed herself at the edge of the table, right next to us. She wore a white dress that reached halfway down her thighs with a discrete cleavage. Her breasts were average-sized and looked silk-smooth, while her arms were muscular under a feminine surface of soft, delicate skin. I had to struggle with myself to avoid finding her attractive.

She was less careful than usual, and grabbed a crawfish in a determined, masculine way, before she broke it apart with raw strength. I was instantly fascinated and watched her using her fingers to crack the shell open. She looked up, and in an embarrassing moment her eyes met mine.

-"I'm just impressed."

-"By what?"

-"That you manage to crack it with your fingers."

-"Are you so weak that you can't do that?", she answered coldly without even looking at me.

I felt humiliated and my positive energy vanished into thin air. Anger boiled inside of me, and in a short moment of courage I worked myself up and said:

-"What the fuck's the matter with you?! I was just trying to be friendly!"

She raised her head with a calm, unfriendly look in her face. I could notice that the other members of the party had their eyes at us, but Lisa seem unaffected, and simply commented with a dry voice:

-"Take your friendliness somewhere else."

I sat with my mouth open and my chest going up and down. All the frustration I had felt regarding her was summoned up into this singularity in space and time. 'But I was out of words. I had nothing to say. Finally three words escaped my lips with a slow pause in between:

-"Go ' to ' hell."

I stood up and went to the hall with all but Lisa's eyes fixed on me. She had returned to her crawfish, and had a facial expression that could have turned lava into stone.

God I hated her! She had ruined everything. I started to get mad at Karl for inviting her, and in a mood of childish fury, I went back and let the following sentence fall while looking directly at him:

-"Next time, if you want me to come, don't invite her."

-"Come and sit back at the table.", he said with his usual, calm voice.

That just made me more humiliated, and I realised that I had shamed myself in front of everyone there. Without saying a word, I went back to the hall and put on my shoes. I could detect that something was said in the living room, but was to far away to hear what. I grabbed my coat and left the house.

I decided never to visit Karl again. More because I was ashamed than angry. Well, I was furious with him also since this had to be his fault one way or another. I just needed a little time to rationalise that.

I had just taken a few steps from the house when the door opened and I, to my very big surprise, heard Lisa's voice.

-"Hey!"

I turned around.

-"Come back inside.", she said and called me in with her hand.

-"Not a chance.", I said and was about to turn.

-"Wait!", she said and started to walk in my direction.

I stood still as she placed herself in front of me.

-"Come back inside. Karl wants you there."

-"You can go to hell.", I said and looked directly into her eyes.

She looked down and seemed to struggle with herself.

-"I think you're a piece of shit, but Karl is obviously fond of you, and I don't want him to be upset." She shook her head. "Why he treasures you is beyond my comprehension, but I have never been able to figure out that man.", she added as if she spoke more to herself than to me.

-"You don't want to understand him. You just want to fuck him.", I replied and immediately felt better about myself. I wanted to laugh also, but didn't dare to.

I wouldn't have had the time for it either. The moment after, I was on my knees with her arm around my neck, locked by the other in a chokehold. Her underarm pressed towards my throat and before I got the chance to say anything, I was unable to speak. I panicked but was paralysed at the same time. My instincts told me to stop fighting, while the little amount of oxygen I managed to send down to my lungs was totally insufficient and incapable of reducing the arising pain in my chest.

-"What did you say you little weasel?!"

There was an uncut fury in her voice. I started to see spots, and with a desperate effort I managed to press out the following word from my lips:

-"Sorry"

-"Yeah, I bet you are.", she said and released the pressure but kept the hold.

I gasped for air and felt totally helpless. Right there and then I would have done anything she had asked me, no matter what it was.

-"I'm sorry.", I said in a pathetic voice while still breathing hard.

-"You're gonna come back inside with me and you're going to pretend as if nothing happened. You can do that, can't you lover-boy?", she said and underlined that last word with two claps on my cheek.

-"Yes"

She walked in front of me, and to my distorted perception she seemed huge. A part of me started to worship her and I wanted to apologise a thousand times for being so outrageously rude.

-"I'm sorry."

-"Shut up.", she answered while opening the front door, not even granting me a single look.

My system shut down and I couldn't walk any further. I just gazed at her as her cold eyes met mine.

-"Why do you hate me?..." My emotions overtook me completely. "Why do you hate me?!", I repeated, crying.

-"Shut up!", she burst out and hurried to shut the door.

She went over to me, grabbed my ponytail, and looked directly at me.

-"Are you a fucking cry-baby? Ha?! Don't you have an inch of self-respect?"

She shook me.

-"You straighten up or I'll knock you cold. Do you understand that?!"

My mind reported system failure, and her voice sounded like it came from a distance. It looked like she was glowing, like there was an aura around her making her the very woman of my dreams. But she was angry with me. I had to stop her being angry. Without a single thought in my head, my instincts took over, and I reached my arms around her waist and squeezed myself towards her.

-"Get those filthy hands off me! Do you hear me?!"

But I just squeezed harder. It felt so good to be close to her. I was never going to let go. Never.

She reached behind her back and pulled my hands off her before she gave me a shove and took a step back. I wanted to go after her, but for the time being I stood still. She looked confused at me.

-"What the fuck's the matter with you?!"

She was angry with me again. I went towards her, but this time she hurried backwards.

-"Don't touch me with those disgusting hands!"

She stood with the back at the door, and as I reached her, she grabbed hold of me and threw me to the ground.

-"Go home! I'll allow you. Go home you miserable little weakling! If I ever see you again I'm gonna throw up!"

She opened the door and grabbed my coat and shoes, before she threw them at me. She was about to step inside when I heard Karl's voice:

-"What are you doing?"

Lisa froze. I saw him in the door opening. Without saying a word he picked up my coat and shoes.

-"Come."

I went with him inside. Lisa still stood in the hall, right next to the front door, and had a look of apathy in her eyes. Karl ignored her and we went into the living room where I mechanically sat down on my chair. Suddenly I noticed the music. Roger Waters was singing: "Every strangers eyes", and the music spoke directly to me. I felt warm inside.

-"What happened?"

I looked confused up and met Sara's eyes, but was in no condition to answer the question.

-"What...?", she started before she stood up from her chair and came over to me.

I felt her fingers slightly touching my neck.

-"You're red."

She lowered the neck of my pullover.

-"Look, his neck is all red.", she said as she showed the others.

They all gazed at me.

-"Have she used one of those karate-tricks on you?", one woman asked.

Karl stood up from his chair and walked with determined steps towards the hall. He said something in sharp voice to Lisa, who didn't answer, and right after we heard the slamming of the front door as she left.

I got a lot of attention that evening, especially from Sara who demonstrated a vicious curiosity by asking me detailed questions about what happened. It seemed to be a turn on for her to imagine my utter humiliation, and I didn't exactly love her for that. Of course, I didn't tell her about the most degrading part, but what she heard was more than enough to make her look directly at me with her head tilting, asking: "Were you scared?" in a voice overloaded with pity. I wanted to shake her and shout: "What do you think, condescending bitch?!" But I didn't. In my current condition, she could probably have beaten me up too.

I manage to eat a little, but I really just wanted to go home. Karl understood, and told me to come by him the next day, if I felt down.

I was still in a state of confusion but managed to keep the emotional turmoil at a distance while walking slowly with the trees as silent spectators. I felt good about the trees. They cared for me. I knew they did.

In that moment, as my inner security started to re-establish itself, a voice was heard.

-"Hi, lover-boy."

I turned around with my eyes wide open and looked with horror at Lisa who appeared from behind a tree. A little voice inside of me screamed that I should run, but my muscles wouldn't obey me. She stopped as she stood a yard away from me.

-"You have ruined everything. I'm in love with that man, and now he wont even talk to me. Do you know what I'm gonna do to you?"

-"He's gay."

-"Ha?!"

-"He's gay."

She looked surprised and confused. Slowly she started to grasp what I'd said, and there was an expression of relief in her face.

-"He's gay?!"

-"Yes"

-"Well, that explains it. Have I wasted half a year on that...?"

She looked drained of energy and sat down. She covered her face with her hands, rubbing her forehead with her fingers before she released a big sigh and just sat still.

Slowly I started to move away. She looked up.

-"Don't go. Don't you dare to go!"

She stood up and took a few steps towards me until we again stood close to on another.

-"How long have you known? Ha?"

-"A year"

-"A year. And you knew I had a crush on him. That must have been quite amusing for you. Ha?! (Shoves me with one hand) Tell me how amusing that was."

My mind felt completely empty, the only thing I could sense was fear.

-"You know, I'm gonna give you a chance (Looks at her wristwatch). I'll give you two minutes. If I catch up with you before we're out of the woods, I'm gonna mess you up so good that you're not going to recognise yourself in the mirror."

My mind was registering what was about to happen, but my feet still refused to move.

-"Let's say... from now.", she said and looked up as she said the last word. Her eyes sent chills down my spine, and suddenly I was wide-awake.

I started to run desperately down the path, but my body hadn't much to give. I gasped for breath after a short minute and my whole physical condition was compromised by the state of anxiety I was in. A part of me wanted to lye down and die. But as minutes passed and I realised that she was after me, panic took over and kept me moving forward.

As my body was drained of energy, black spots started to appear in my vision again. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest and as my running became more and more chaotic, it ended as it was bound to; I stumbled and fell to the ground. In a frantic state of mind, I tried to get up, only to be paralysed by Lisa's voice.

-"Pathetic looser."

I was still on my back.

-"Please... I'll do anything."

-"You'll do anything, ha?!"

She said with immense aggression as she approached me. In a fast move she sat down astride my hips and grabbed my pullover with her hands. "Ha?!", she burst out while shaking me briefly. "You disgusting..." Her chest went up and down. She took hold of my ponytail while her face made a hideous grin in pure aggression. Suddenly she bowed down and gave me a kiss on my lips. She lifted her head, obviously surprised at herself, but then she kissed me again and I felt her tongue invading my mouth. I surrendered completely and the moment after, our tongues were entangled in the most passionate kiss of my life.

She got up and took hold of my pant before she forcefully pulled them off together with my shorts. She took a brief look at my fully erected member, and tore of the panties from under her dress before she mounted me the second after. I felt her hands around my wrist, and she pinned me down as she kissed my neck and fucked me with animal desire. She started to bite me, and as her teeth almost broke through the skin on my neck, her hands hurt my wrists in the most powerful grip I had ever experienced. Then she came, and was lost into another world while the pain she caused me drove me towards orgasm. As she was still on, I came, and she fucked out every drop of cum before she finally lied down to rest on top of me.

After lying like this for five minutes, I finally heard her say as she got up:

-"Come on, lover-boy. You're coming home with me. You have a lot to make up for, you know."

-"Do you love me?", I asked with a weak voice, still lying on the ground.

She laughed.

-"Yeah... I guess so."