Helen wasn't like anyone I'd ever met.
I met her when I was in college. I was your typical college student slogging through my senior year. I partied a bit, I was a decent student, I dated here and there. Nothing remarkable.
Then I met Helen.
She was the most self-possessed, confident, and outgoing girl I had ever met. She was athletic, she was attractive, she was professional and driven, and she had a smile that no one could resist.
We met at a school function, a kind of a mixer with students, faculty, and some employers that had been set up for soon-to-be-graduating seniors. I was completely enamored by her from the beginning. She was at the event as part of her job, she worked for the university helping to organize such events. She seemed to know almost everyone there and was always engaged with someone.
I had been watching her all night. She was so on top of things! I found myself seeking her out as things were winding down, we shared some small talk about this and that. I suppose I was being a little obvious but to my surprise, she asked if I wanted to go have a drink when things she was finished wrapping up. I never even considered saying no. There was quite a bit for her to take care of as the attendees left. I stuck around and helped, slogging a few boxes for her.
We walked a couple of blocks to a pizza place just off campus. We shared a pie and she had a couple of glasses of wine, while I had beer. The conversation was easy. Thinking back, it was mostly her asking the questions. She seemed genuinely interested, I had no problems talking with her. After exchanging numbers, we walked out and I walked her to her car. She stood up on her toes and kissed my cheek, thanking me for the help and the pizza. Her smile, and that kiss stuck with me the whole walk back to my apartment.
I talked to her the next day, wanting to get together. She had a busy week but agreed to a date on Saturday night. Come Saturday, I was nervous, the day dragged on. I had been thinking about it all week, in a way I didn't really understand. Going out with college girls was more like just hanging out. This felt like a real date. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself.
She picked me up in her car, a little red Miata convertible with the top down. She drove to the next town as the sun was going down. We stopped at this little Italian place. Casual but very good. The night was simply perfect, she was so easy to talk to, she was fun, she laughed easily. She seemed so mature and composed compared to anyone else I'd been out with.
We drove me back to her place, from the moment we got inside it was apparent she wanted me as much as I did her. I remember her kisses and how I was internally high fiving myself. It wasn't long before her little sundress was off. I found Helen to be way more comfortable with her sexuality than anyone I had ever been with. The touching, the talking, the pure pleasure of it. She wasn't self-conscious at all, I found myself following her lead.
We were at the couch, she pushed me down to the floor between her legs. Going down on a girl had always been a favorite of mine, so who was I to argue. I dove in, planning to give her the best head she ever had! I have to say that she tasted divine!
I took my time and was thoroughly enjoying every minute and every moan I was able to pull from her. When she finally came she had me doubting whether every single girl I'd ever been with before had been faking it. It was a loud, wet, whole body, thrashing sort of affair and I couldn't get enough.
She finally pushed me off her, pulling me up beside her on the couch, laying her head on my chest catching her breath. She alternated between gripping my balls in the palm of her hand and tracing her fingertips over my cock. I felt her breathing slow as mine was beginning to grow short. She was in no hurry, touching in a way that left me needing more, clearly in control. Finally, she moved up over me, straddling me, grinding herself against me with her pussy parted around and wrapping the shaft of my cock. Wet and slippery.
This was exquisite, this anticipation, not quite letting me inside. I was moaning I know, thrusting when I thought I might be able to slip inside. Then I was, inside her, fully, totally. Her hips barely moved, but I could feel her pussy gripping me, I could feel the rhythmic contractions as she watched my face. It was other worldly. I reached for her breasts, but she took my wrists in her hands and held them against the the back of the couch, occasionally leaning forward to allow me to suck her nipple into my mouth. First one, then the other. Teasing. Allowing. Denying. She let it build. She looked into my eyes as I was buried in her impossible warmth, thrusting as best I could.
She kissed me and I moaned. She began to suck on my tongue, something no one had ever done. It was so erotic, so damn sensual. I'm not sure if that was what triggered it, but I immediately began to cum. A consuming, crying out, hips bucking, orgasm, deep inside of her. This girl. No. This woman! Ohhhh my. My peripheral vision blacked as the spasms ran through me. Then we were both spontaneously laughing. Both touching. I was a mess. She was a mess. No self-consciousness from her at all. It was contagious, and refreshing, and I remember thinking at that moment that this was life changing.
After we regained our composure, she did ask me to leave, she didn't want me to stay overnight. I felt so connected to this woman I wanted to spend every moment with her, but this is what she wanted. I left with a huge smile on my face.
I wanted more, I needed to see her again. I met her for lunch one day the following week, and spoke with her on the phone a couple of times. I suggested we get together again the following weekend, but she had other plans. Out of town for a getaway she said, not giving any details. She countered with an invite to come over for a movie night at her place after she got back.
It was a long weekend of thinking about her, Monday finally came. I knocked on her door with a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers. She answered in shorts and a T-shirt, and that smile. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and dropped the flowers in a vase.
I was smitten. I suppose it was all too obvious. We had some homemade spaghetti and finished off a bottle of red wine, all very casual. We finished eating. She looked at me, with something to say I could tell.
"Jack, you are sweet, thank you for the flowers... and last weekend was lots of fun. You just need to know this isn't going to be anything too serious."
I really wasn't sure how to respond. I had indeed been thinking serious thoughts I supposed. I was probably getting ahead of myself.
"We can have some fun, I like you. But I'm going to keep seeing other guys."
I played this off. "Of course, Helen! I'm just here for the fun."
I think she saw it in my eyes though. The disappointment. The hurt maybe?
"I just want to be up front with you." She says, "I am who I am." Then adding after a pause, "I just spent the weekend at the beach with another guy friend." Then, as if thinking about it, "Fucking his brains out actually."
Thinking back, she likely said this for shock value. Maybe as a test to see if I could handle it. If I could handle her. I was indeed shocked. I stammered. All sorts of things went through my head at once.
I didn't say anything at all for a bit, digesting, looking at her. God she was sexy. She held my gaze, as if challenging me. I really wasn't sure what to say. Wondering where I had screwed this all up. I really didn't know what to think.
She broke the silence with that smile, "I did get some nice tan lines though, wanna see?"
Then somehow, the moment was broken, and we were over at the couch and her t-shirt had disappeared. She did indeed have some killer tan lines!
I began pulling off my shirt as she was unbuckling my pants while sitting on the edge of the couch.
