My Nemesis

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My Nemesis

by

SheWhoWrites

As usual I was running late. It was work's fault - no matter how clear I made it that I needed to get away by a certain time, something always detained me and today was no different. This time there was a minor crisis with the delivery firm just as I was heading out of the door, so by the time I got home myself I was three quarters of an hour behind schedule.

Not that it mattered all that much. I was due to meet my best friend Hayley and a few others for drinks in the pub. Nothing particularly special there, except that tonight I was expecting to meet Hayley's new girlfriend for the first time. I didn't linger long at home - I flung my stuff into the hallway and set out immediately. Fortunately the pub in question was only a couple of streets away from my house, so it didn't take me long to get there.

It was a quarter past eight by the time I got to the pub, and the place was fairly busy. I saw my friends straight away, sitting around a large table in the corner. Hearty laughter was coming from their direction, so I bought my pint quickly and went over to join them.

My friend John was the first to spot me. "Ah, Becky, there you are! We were beginning to think you weren't coming!"

I smiled. "You know how it is, work again. Sorry I'm late everyone."

I pulled up a chair and squeezed in between John's wife Theresa and Hayley, who greeted me warmly. Then she introduced me to the woman sitting beside her.

"Becky, this is my girlfriend Deb," said Hayley, "Deb, this is Becky."

I shook Deb's hand. "How do you do?"

"Very well thank you," she replied, "good to meet you at last."

"Likewise," I answered, and the table's conversation resumed in its usual jokey fashion. My first impression was that Deb seemed nice enough. She had short blonde hair and seemed fairly tall and slim, though it was difficult to tell when she was sitting down. Her features were quite striking. Hayley certainly seemed to be pretty into her at any rate.

Hayley and I had been friends for several years. We'd met at university and discovered that we both came from Birmingham, so we'd stayed close ever since. We'd actually been a couple for a while early on, but it hadn't worked out. Nevertheless, she was without question my closest friend, so I was happy for her that she'd found someone new.

As for myself, I was single, though I'd broken up from my last relationship not long before. It had been a messy break up, so I made a decision that I wasn't going to get involved with anyone again for a long time. It wasn't worth the heartache, I'd concluded. I was thirty-one now and although I wanted to be settled fairly soon, at the moment I was still reeling from the break-up.

I hadn't had any supper when I'd set out, and was starting to feel fairly peckish. The pub was still serving food though, so I went back to the bar and ordered myself a plate of chips and bought a round for everyone while I was there. I took the drinks back to the table and sat back down. Hayley had disappeared to the ladies' so I took the opportunity to get talking to Deb.

"So what do you do, Becky?" she asked me.

"Oh, I'm a Sales Manager for an electronics firm," I told her.

"Sales?" she replied, "I used to do that, it was fun, but in the end I decided I wanted something with a bit more life to it."

I was slightly taken aback by this comment - I enjoyed my job, and given the calamities that seemed to take place on an almost daily basis I had certainly never considered it to be dull. "I see," I said, trying not to let my mild irritation show, "so what is it you do? Hayley never told me."

"Well, these days I work in treasury."

Hayley came back at that point, and in doing so probably prevented me from making a disparaging comment in return. She thanked me for my drink, and I started chatting to Theresa.

About ten minutes later my chips arrived and, true to form, my friends all dived in. Except, I noted, Deb.

"Would you like any?" I asked her, determined to be nice.

"No, thank you," she replied, "I couldn't eat them."

"Oh?" I replied.

"Well, you know, I like to try and keep in good condition."

"Don't we all," I said, trying to ham it up slightly.

"Indeed, well, to each their own," she answered.

I was more annoyed by this. I was in pretty good shape, I went to the gym at least twice a week and I was certainly not overweight by any stretch of the imagination. To have it implied to me that I was letting myself go by having an occasional plate of chips, especially by someone I'd only just met, struck me as downright insolent. But I really didn't know how to react. I decided to ignore it and give her the benefit of the doubt - I'd probably just caught her on a bad night.

John suggested a game of pool, and I was always up for that. A few of us wandered over to the table in the corner and we teamed up - myself and Hayley against John and Deb. He broke, and then Hayley took her go, potting a red ball and then missing.

Hayley came over to me while Deb was lining up her shot. "So what do you think then?"

I didn't want to lie but I couldn't think of a tactful way to say I didn't like Deb. "An improvement on the last one!" This was true; Hayley's last girlfriend had seemed to be a bad egg from the start and had proved herself so when she decided to get back together with her ex behind Hayley's back.

"Ha ha," chuckled Hayley, "I don't think that's difficult!"

"True," I said, noticing that Deb was looking up from the table at me in a not altogether friendly way. It occurred to me that Hayley and I were standing very close together and Deb couldn't hear what we were saying - I wondered to myself if Deb felt in any way threatened by this. "I'm sure you and her will have a great time together," I added.

"I hope so," said Hayley, though not looking at Deb, "I really like her, I think this one could go somewhere."

I wondered what exactly it was that Hayley saw in Deb, though I wasn't going to say as much. Sure, she was certainly an attractive girl, even more so standing up as this allowed her trim figure to be seen properly and she knew how to dress to accentuate this. "I wish you the best of luck, at any rate," I said.

Deb potted a couple of balls and then it was my turn. The only shot that was really on for me was a long red into the furthest corner, so I took aim for that one. I made the shot, to my surprise, but the angle and power of the cue ball caused it to ricochet off into another pocket itself. I shrugged at Hayley who was looking at me with mock despair, but as I walked over to my drink on the table I heard Deb make a comment, presumably aimed at me, about the importance of applying a little backspin. I wanted to point out that this was just a friendly game, but I decided that probably wouldn't get me anywhere. It was clear from her demeanour that she was absolutely playing this to win, which struck me as a little silly. I wondered if she was always this competitive and tried once again to decipher why Hayley was quite so into her. Maybe Deb was really good in bed - with this apparent competitive streak it wouldn't surprise me.

The game continued and in the end John and Deb beat us fairly well, not that I was too bothered. Hayley joked that she wouldn't hear the end of it from Deb, and Deb gave a wry smile to this comment. I just quietly bought another pint for myself.

A little while later I was in the ladies' when Deb came in. She was checking her hair in the mirror next to me. I smiled as pleasantly as I could but opted not to say anything for fear of my reservations being made obvious.

She spoke first. "So how long have you and Hayley known each other?"

"Oh, years," I replied, "we met at university. We were even together for a while." The moment I said this I wondered if it had been wise, but by then it was too late.

"Really?" said Deb with a raised eyebrow, "Hayley never mentioned that."

"It was a long time ago now, and to be honest we make much better friends than we ever did as a couple."

"Yes, I can imagine," said Deb without a hint of irony.

"What makes you say that?" I asked, as neutrally as I could.

"Well, you know, I just don't really see you two... together."

"Like I said, it was a long time ago," I answered, feeling rather defensive, "we were both quite different then. Oh, I could tell you stories about Hayley!" I had decided that things would improve if I lightened the tone.

"I don't doubt it," she said, still not smiling, "well, I'd better get back out there, can't stand around chatting all night." With that Deb left and I stood there, wondering what on Earth was causing her to have such a problem with me. One thing I had noticed about her as the evening had worn on was that she didn't seem to be quite this abrupt with anyone else. I couldn't begin to work out what was making her single me out.

After another drink I made my excuses and headed home. I'd enjoyed everyone else's company, but I was tired and didn't want to have to bite my tongue around Deb any longer. As I walked home I tried to work out what the problem might be. Maybe it was the fact that I was technically an ex of Hayley's, although that had long since ceased to be an issue for either of us. Deb was a bit younger than we were though, probably around twenty-five as far as I'd been able to tell, and perhaps her relative youth was a factor though I couldn't really see how. I'd noticed that whenever I was talking with Hayley out of Deb's earshot, Deb had been looking at me with a faint air of suspicion. Still, I decided, in time she'd realise that I was really not a threat to her where Hayley was concerned, so things were bound to ease.

A few days later, on Saturday morning, Hayley came over to my house for our regular coffee and catch-up. It was the first time I'd seen her since that night in the pub, and I was dreading the inevitable question.

"Go on then, Becky," said Hayley, "tell me what you really thought of Deb."

I was desperate to avoid giving the honest reply, even though I knew Hayley wouldn't hold it against me. "She seemed fine."

"Is that really what you think?" she asked, regarding me with an air of scepticism.

"Well..."

"Because to be honest," Hayley went on, "it didn't look like the two of you got on all that well."

"I don't know," I said, "I just get the impression that she doesn't like me. I don't know what I did or said to make her feel that way, but there you go."

Hayley looked disappointed. "You know," she said, "she was asking me about you after we left. About how long I'd known you and about our history."

"What did you tell her?"

"I just told her how it was," she explained, "I said that you were one of my dearest friends and although we'd been a couple in the past that was all over now and we were only ever going to be friends."

I nodded. "And what did she say?"

"She said she'd more or less got that gist from talking to you earlier."

"Do you think she sees me as a threat?"

Hayley paused for a second, then continued, "I don't think so, I can't see any reason why she should."

"Maybe she thinks I've taken against her and I'm going to try and warn you off her."

"Have you?"

"Only insofar as I didn't like the way she was acting towards me," I replied, "other than that I have no reason to dislike her. And anyway, you're big enough and ugly enough to make your own decisions."

She grinned at me. "I guess she'll get over it, and I hope she does. Becky, I've got to tell you, she's something else. I hope I can make this one stick."

"Then I'm happy for you, I really am," I said, "it's about time you were happy. You certainly deserve it."

"I'm not the only one. What about you, you deserve a break after everything that you've gone through recently!"

I afforded her a smile. "Yeah, well, to be honest I'm really not looking. In fact I'm wondering about joining a nunnery - I think it would make life a lot less complicated."

"Ooh, you'd look stunning in a habit."

"Do you think so? I wonder if I could have one in red..."

I felt a lot better after talking things over with Hayley. At least I knew now that whatever happened she wouldn't hold things against me. I also felt reassured - when I'd been thinking about the situation since that evening in the pub I'd been starting to wonder if I'd been imagining the way things were. Now that it was clear to me that Hayley had noticed things too I felt vindicated.

I hoped things would improve, but over the next few weeks relations between Deb and myself remained cool at best. It wasn't that I didn't try; I did, but nothing I could do seemed to make her warm towards me, so in the end I gave up putting any real effort into it. Things seemed to go from strength to strength between her and Hayley, though, so I saw quite a lot of her. Weeks turned into months, and still Deb and I were unable to have much by the way of a civil conversation. As time wore on, this started to grind me down, as it meant I wasn't able to enjoy spending time with Hayley as much as I had done before. My resentment towards Deb was growing every time I saw her, as the tension between us was such that you could have cut it with a knife. I still couldn't understand it - after all, there had never been any particular incident between us to make things the way they were. She just very obviously didn't like me, and by now the feeling was very mutual. I found being in her company was something I wanted to avoid, such was the atmosphere, but I wasn't going to stop seeing Hayley because of her, so I gritted my teeth and got on with it.

One night, though, things came to a head. I was in that same pub with the same group of friends, sitting around chatting. Deb, who was by now well assimilated into the crowd, was there though Hayley had not yet arrived. I was talking to John when Deb's mobile phone rang. She got up to take the call and when she sat back down she announced that Hayley had been detained at work and wouldn't be able to make it. I hadn't seen Hayley for a few days and I was a little disappointed, but no matter, I was sure I'd see her soon.

The evening carried on without event, and at about eleven thirty I decided it was time to be heading home. To my surprise, Deb got up to leave at the same time as me, and as we lived fairly close to one another we found ourselves walking home together.

I tried to make idle chitchat with her as we walked, but I wasn't really getting anywhere. The conversation dried up, but I was finding the awkward silence between us maddening. Eventually, and probably fuelled by the alcohol as much as anything else, I turned to face her.

"Deb, this is ridiculous," I exclaimed, "why don't you just tell me what your problem is with me and then it'll be out in the open."

"What are you talking about?" she asked with a look of surprise in her eyes. I was terrified that I'd just committed an awful error.

"You're saying you don't have any problem with me whatsoever?" I asked, my voice rising.

"What makes you ask that?"

"Oh I don't know," I said with a heavily sarcastic lilt to my voice, "maybe the fact that you've hardly said to pleasant words to me since we met?"

"You're imagining things," she mumbled, trying to walk on past me.

I blocked her path. "No, I'm not," I went on, "I want to sort this out once and for all. It's not fair on Hayley for one, and I'm not going to stop being her friend just because you don't like me."

Deb snapped at the point. "Just leave it, will you?"

"No, I will not! I'm sick of feeling uncomfortable around her just because you're there."

"What do you want me to say?" she asked, getting really quite irate now.

"I want you to tell me what the matter is!"

"It's FINE."

I used my height to impose myself a little over Deb. I was tired of being fobbed off and I wanted to know the truth. "What is it? Is it the fact that she and I used to be a couple, is that it?"

"No! What's the matter with you?"

"You tell me!" The conversation had by now descended into a full-blown argument, and I was slightly concerned about waking the people in the surrounding houses.

"You really want to know what the matter is, Becky?" she shouted.

"Yes!"

Deb grabbed me by the collar and pulled my head down to hers. She kissed me hard on the mouth, but what surprised me the most wasn't that but the fact that I found myself kissing her back with equal passion. Before I could work out what was happening her tongue was deep inside my mouth and I was receiving it with just as much enthusiasm. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me, and the only sounds I could hear were those of our breathing which had quickened dramatically. Suddenly I wanted her, I had to have her, and I was kissing her as if I would die if I didn't. Our lips clashed violently and our tongues were sparring and I wanted to take her, hard, right there.

Then I remembered myself; who I was and my obligations to my best friend. I pulled away. Deb was staring at me with a victorious look in her face.

"No," I said, gasping, "we cannot go there. There is no way..."

My sentence was cut off by Deb who pushed me against the wall of the house we were next to and kissed me again. She started kissing my neck and I found myself groaning as she did this and holding onto her tight. A passing car beeped its horn at us but I didn't care. I felt reckless, and I knew what was next. We were only a couple of doors down from my house and I couldn't stop myself from asking what I then asked.

"Are you going to come in with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," said Deb between kisses. She knew that I had succumbed but what was startling me the most was the fact that I knew I wanted this as much as she did. I wondered if it was this that had been the cause of all the problems - that she'd secretly wanted me but hadn't felt able to tell me. But in this moment I didn't care, I just wanted to have her, to fuck her, to make her know what I was capable of.

We stumbled up my pathway and I struggled to open the front door. I felt a little bit drunk but whether that was the beer or the situation or both I couldn't be sure. I was looking at her in a completely new light, and I realised that I was incredibly attracted to her. I probably had been all along but I must have blanked it out, given that she was my best friend's girlfriend. My loyalty to Hayley was always huge, but in this moment it had deserted me. I was reaching for Deb with my mouth, kissing any part of her I could come into contact with as we somehow managed to get inside the house and shut the door behind us.

As we continued our manic, hungry kissing in the hallway I pushed her jacket off her and she then did the same to me. Straight away her hands were roaming across my back underneath my top and the touch of her fingers against my skin felt wonderful. She pulled away a little and I looked her in the eyes with her face in my hands. As we gazed at one another I was very aware of the fact that I ought to be feeling guilty but somehow I just couldn't. I pulled Deb's face towards me again and took her top lip, then her bottom lip, between my own. Then our mouths opened at the same time and I was once again exploring the inside of her mouth with my tongue.

As the passion grew again my thigh moved to between her legs and I felt her push down on it, applying pressure directly over the heart of her excitement. I could tell that she was very turned on, but this was simply mirroring the surge that was taking place within me. I pushed her against the wall behind her and pressed my whole body into her, then we both seemed to decide at the same time that this was not the place. We were tripping over each other as we make our way up the stairs, but this just gave me more excuses to touch her.

Finally, somehow, we got into my bedroom. The blouse I was wearing was open as we fell onto my bed together and Deb was kissing the skin of my chest where it wasn't covered by my bra. I felt my nipples go hard as she did this and my hand was on the back of her head, not allowing her to escape, not that she was showing any signs of wanting to. My breathing was now more like a series of gasps, such was my level of desire. She was leaving a trail of saliva on my skin and where I was exposed to the air it was making me cold, though I didn't mind. Deb peeled back the material covering my right breast and placed her lips over the engorged nipple, sucking gently. Then I felt her run her tongue over and around it before sucking it more deeply into her mouth, eliciting a low groan from me.

She smiled a little as she replaced the satin, then began to kiss me in a line downward from the bottom of my breastbone to my naval and the top of my waistband. I felt her hand on the inside of my knee, caressing my skin ever so softly. I had gone to the pub straight from work and so still had on my business suit, which that day had consisted of a blue blouse and a black skirt, which came down to a couple of inches above the knee. Deb's fingers were now travelling a little higher, slowly but with obvious intent. Her mouth was still working passionately over my stomach, and I felt my muscles tense the lower she got.

Deb dropped to her knees beside the bed between my legs and started to run her tongue up my inner thigh, pushing my skirt out of the way. My moaning had become more of a deep growl by now, and as she edged her way towards my eager pussy I found myself pushing myself down to meet her. I felt her run her nose against my clit through the fabric of my knickers and I nearly jumped, such was my sensitivity. Then she pulled down and away my underwear and made direct contact with my tongue, and I inhaled sharply. She had her hands on my hips, drawing me closer to her as she began to tongue my swollen clit. Her chin was exerting a certain pressure against my opening and it was all I could do not to grind myself against her.

Suddenly she sucked my clit into her mouth and I arched my back, such was the pleasure that swept through me. I could feel her tongue flicking against the tip of it inside her mouth and it felt heavenly. Then she released and ran her tongue down and thrust it inside me, which made me squirm even more. I was lying with my eyes closed and my neck fully extended, and it occurred to me what a sight this must me: me, still mostly clothed, lying on my bed with my legs over the side and my best friend's lover kneeling down with her face buried in my pussy. I tried to ignore the best friend part; there was no going back now, I would deal with the consequences later.

My pussy was extremely wet and I suspected Deb must have been having a certain amount of trouble maintaining a grip on me, but if she was it didn't show. She was circling my clit now, fast and hard, and it felt wonderful - I knew I wasn't very far away from coming. She was mixing up her movements expertly, and my gasps were getting deeper and louder as I neared the edge. My thighs tightened around her head and she reacted to this by upping the tempo. She was sucking me and licking me and pushing her tongue inside me as I started to climax. My body was jerking somewhat as I cried out incoherently and unleashed a torrent of cum into her mouth. She just worked me harder and harder, and I was thrashing about, biting down hard on the duvet cover. The first orgasm then subsided and I was about to pull myself away when I felt another rise from within me, more powerful even than the first. My cries got louder still and higher, and there was no let up as Deb sucked me hard.

Then suddenly I could take no more and I rolled away. I was panting hard and so was she, but I felt fantastic. Deb stood up, and I wondered what she was going to do. Not entirely to my surprise she undid her jeans and took them off, with her knickers too. I could see that her pussy was covered by a neat coat of closely trimmed blonde hair, and her legs were toned and tanned. I wondered if she'd been on holiday lately.

Without a word, Deb straddled my body on the bed and then moved herself forward so that she had one knee on either side of me head. Her intentions were clear and I was in no position to protest, not that I felt inclined to. Without fanfare she lowered her visibly wet pussy onto my waiting mouth. I accepted it happily, and placed a hand on either cheek of her arse to steady her as I went to work. I started by licking around her clit, slick with her juices, and this made her moan and throw her head back. She tasted so sweet, I was lapping up the waves of cum emanating from her hot slit as she got more turned on. I could feel wetness running down my neck and probably getting the collar of my blouse, but I didn't care. Deb was riding my face with the assurance of one who'd been here many times. Her whole body was gyrating in keeping with the rhythm of my tongue and lips.

I brought one of my hands around and dipped my index finger inside her. I felt her thrust down as I did this, and responded by pushing up with my mouth. She sighed with pleasure, and I pulled out with my finger before driving back in, this time with my middle finger added. The walls of her pussy were contracting and relaxing against my hand as I did this, and I started to lick her more forcefully, really exerting myself against her. I sucked her, not just her clit but her inner lips and her opening from where juices poured into my willing mouth.

Deb started to make more noise as our respective movements grew in force and frequency. She was rubbing herself against my face so hard now that I was practically fighting for air, though this was a secondary concern for me at the given moment. I was thrusting in and out of her with my fingers, by now three, and had formed a suction grip over her clit with my lips that I was trying to maintain despite the violence of her activity. She let out one long moan as I felt her entire body tense up and go still. I kept working her pussy, as I knew that to stop now would not meet with a good reaction. Deb's eyes were closed and she was completely lost in the orgasm that she was experiencing. The long moan grew in volume until suddenly it stopped. Her whole body relaxed and she allowed herself to fall sideways onto the bed, breathing hard.

I was exhausted, and lay there on my back, trying to get my own breath back. The guilt was pricking at me again, and I didn't want to deal with it. I couldn't bring myself to look over at Deb, and it seemed clear to me that she was thinking the same.

The next thing I knew, it was the next morning. The light was streaming through the curtains, and it took me a while to realise how things were. I was still in my clothes from the night before, and when I rolled over I saw Deb beside me, sleeping. Oh no, I thought. I knew that it had been a moment of madness and couldn't stop thinking of Hayley. She would actually kill me. I couldn't believe I'd betrayed my best friend.

I got Deb out of the house without much ado in the end, with both of us agreeing not to speak of it further. I knew that this would make the atmosphere between us even more difficult, and worried that Hayley would suspect, so I was rather relieved when I heard from Hayley a few days later. She told me Deb had broken up with her, and she didn't seem as surprised as I thought she would. Maybe things hadn't been as great between them as it had seemed.

I did the sympathetic bit, but hated myself. Fortunately I hardly saw Deb again after that, so the whole incident was never brought out into the open. She'd been my nemesis, and then briefly my lover, and the whole thing had nearly brought down the most important friendship in my life. Hayley never knew. But I did.