I've only finished two stories as an adult and this is the second one. It's also the longest story I've written out of the two. I've got lots of writing to do if I even want to get good at this. I've tried to make sure that it is error free, but honestly, I'm tired of looking at it. I'm open to feedback on grammar, punctuation, story structure. etc. I hope you enjoy this story. Please leave feedback. Thanks!
***Part 1***
I met Helen a few months before the events of this story while working together at a big box store.
Helen and I clicked almost immediately. I was twenty at the time and Helen was twenty-six or twenty-seven. We quickly became friends and I guess Helen was kind like an older sister and mentor to me. Regardless of type of relationship that existed between us, we knew that we could trust each other and that we had each other's backs.
Working at Large Mart was a part-time, second job for Helen. Her primary job was in a small school district several miles away where she was a middle school PE coach. She drove thirty minutes from her school to Large Mart several days a week and then worked until closing, then going home and repeating the cycle. Just thinking about it wore me out. I assumed she was working both jobs because she needed the money, but I never did ask her.
Unfortunately, Helen was quitting the store and moving in a couple of days to be closer to her primary job. I was also moving in about two months time to go to college three hours away in the opposite direction. Our time together was limited even she didn't move.
After Helen's last night at the store, she invited me over to her apartment to hang out and have some pizza and maybe watch a movie or whatever else we could come up with. Another friend, a fellow teacher who lived in the same apartment complex, would be there as well.
As a twenty-year-old male, I'll freely admit that just about every other thought I had was about sex, but amazingly enough, I'd never entertained any sexual thoughts about Helen. In fact, based upon nothing other than her haircut and her assertiveness, I'd almost decided she was a lesbian.
Horrible, I know, but I was only twenty and had so little life experience. Little did I know it at the time, but this was going to be one of the hottest nights of my life up to this point.
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I arrived at Helen's apartment a few minutes after she did. Her friend, Karen, let me in, introducing herself and explaining that Helen had gotten in the shower just before I had arrived. By the time Helen came out of the shower, I'd already finished the beer Karen had offered me. Helen came into the living room toweling her short, brown hair. She'd changed out of her work clothes and into a sweatshirt and pajama pants.
Helen probably wasn't anyone's idea of "hot." Her short brown hair framed a fairly unremarkable face that you probably wouldn't say was pretty. However, I always liked it when she smiled. She was stocky, but not fat. The loose clothes she typically wore provided no further details about her figure, and at some point in our friendship, I had quit wondering because it just didn't matter. She was just an average looking woman, just as most of us are average looking people. Let's face it, I wasn't a Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt either. But as the proverb says, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
"Ugh. My bra was killing me. It feels so good to be out of it'," said Helen, briefly scratching under her breasts.
Karen cleared her throat and tilted her head toward me as if to say, 'There's a man here, and you're just floating fancy and free?'
Helen looked over at me, "It's just Sam."
As I said before, I'd never had a sexual thought about Helen, but hearing her say she wasn't wearing a bra certainly had gotten my attention. My interest was piqued, to say the least. However, I acted as if I hadn't heard her.
I quickly glanced at her chest, I just couldn't help it. I realized I could just make out her nipples poking at her sweatshirt. From what I could tell, Helen had some fairly good sized boobs, maybe C or a D-cups. As she walked into the kitchen, I thought I could see them jiggle.
She came back from the kitchen with two beers and handed one to me. The cold temperature of the refrigerator must've gotten to her because her nipples were trying to bore holes through her sweatshirt. I tried to ignore them, but my cock didn't as I could feel it starting to swell. I concentrated on the bottle of beer I was holding and my cock deflated to its normal state.
It was my second beer of the evening and, being a lightweight
and
drinking on an empty stomach, I was quickly starting to feel a buzz.
"Sam, you can take a shower and change if you want to," said Helen, inclining her head back in the direction of her bedroom.
I kept a spare set of clothes in my car for just such occasions. I felt disgusting after a long day at the store and Helen had already offered me the use of her shower before we left the store.
"Yeah, I feel pretty grimy." I gulped the rest of my beer.
Helen smiled and said, "You better slow down Sam."
"Hey, I know how to hold my alcohol." I was just being flippant. It's not like I was an experienced drinker.
I grabbed my duffel bag off of the sofa and walked into her bedroom where the only bathroom was located. After closing the bathroom door behind me, I stripped quickly, revealing my rapidly swelling cock.
As I stood beneath the hot shower, I couldn't stop thinking about Helen's breasts. I closed my eyes as I grabbed my cock and started to stroke it while visualizing her hard nipples and the jiggling of her breasts.
"Oh, god; Helen's nipples and breasts!" I said this over and over, stroking myself to the rhythm of the words.
I was getting close to ejaculating when, suddenly, I stopped. It was a difficult decision. I was so very close to the point of no return. I reached out and turned the water all the way to cold and my cock wilted almost immediately, as if it were trying to crawl back into my body. Now was not the most opportune moment to get off. Hopefully, that would come later.
When I could no longer endure it, I got out of the shower and dried off. After hanging up the towel, I pulled my clothes out of my duffel bag and started getting dressed. I'd pulled my underwear about halfway up my legs when I thought better of it.
Did I mention I was pretty buzzed after two beers and possibly not making good decisions?
I let go of my red boxer briefs and let them slide down to my feet. I picked them up with one foot and dropped them back into the bag.
I pulled out some slick, shiny-black athletic shorts, pulled them up, and then put on a T-shirt. I looked down and could see a faint bulge—that would never do—not yet, anyway. Even though I was as horny as fuck, I was able to make my incorrigible cock return to flaccidity after a couple of minutes. Looking down, I arranged it as well as I could. I looked into the mirror, and thought,
You'd have to be looking pretty hard to notice it.
"At least for now," I said out loud, leering at the bathroom mirror.
As I exited the bathroom, feeling much better than when I'd gone in, I heard Karen and Helen quietly talking to each other as Karen joked, "We should take him to the hot tub and take advantage of him."
They laughed but got themselves under control when I walked into the living room. My stomach began growling the moment my nose detected the smell of pizza.
"I hope you like pepperoni and sausage," Helen said.
"Anything but those little fish," I responded.
"Yuck," said the three of us at the same time.
We all laughed. I went and grabbed my third beer of the evening from the kitchen and tried to concentrate on it, rather than Helen's breasts. I came back into the living room and sat on the couch.
Karen was sitting to my left in a blue recliner, and Helen was on my right, at the end of the couch nearest the television. We were watching a new show starring Jerry Seinfeld. It'd been on television for only a season, but I was hooked.
Every time Helen reached over to the coffee table for a slice of pizza or a drink, I could see her boobs swinging under her sweatshirt.
Dear god
...it was difficult not to get hard.
***
That was the first time I'd met Karen. She was blonde with mid-length hair styled with "wings" that were popular in the 1980s. She was dressed in stereotypical teacher fashion—a respectable, button-down blouse with a red apple embroidered on the left pocket and blue slacks that were neither too tight nor too loose.
Believe me, I know because I stared at her ass every time she got up. I think Helen caught me a couple of times but just rolled her eyes.
She wore sensible flats, for being on her feet all day, and a pair of large frame glasses. She was about thirty-two years old, and I thought she was kind of cute, but it was hard to tell what kind of body she had under her professional attire, although that didn't stop me trying to imagine her naked.
