Helen And Troy 1

CHAPTER 1

It was truly love at first sight. I didn't know her name. I hadn't heard her voice. I hadn't even seen her face.

But there walking into the supermarket was the arse of my dreams! No, better than my dreams. Just absolute feminine perfection in reality on an hourglass figure.

She was wearing a white knitted dress in a sort of lace effect, below knee length, with a small side slit. Very modest, really, but clinging close. As she walked her arse swayed from side to side, and I could see each cheek moving up and down in a heavenly dance.

I glanced down and was astonished. The reason women wear high heels is to make their bums move in a way men find enticing. This glorious creature was managing it with flat sandals!

Trying to appear casual, but not to lose a second of the show I followed her in. Not too close, keeping her whole body in my view, but as if I knew exactly where I was going, and it just happened to be the same way.

Disaster! It was into the women's clothes section, with nothing I could reasonably be looking for. I hesitated, and she went round an aisle into the lingerie, so I went back to get a trolley, and started slowly shopping, but keeping close to, and watching, the checkouts.

Too late, I spotted her by the customer service desk, where you can pay for single items. A moment later, she was out. All I knew about her was blonde wavy hair, an hourglass body and a heavenly arse.

I abandoned my trolley and went outside, but she was nowhere to be seen. It's a big car park. Perhaps her husband had been waiting while she went in, so they were away immediately.

It was months later at the supermarket. I'd got a trolley with a wobbly wheel, so took it back, and it was reluctant to release the pound coin. I'd just got a fresh one, when I saw her again. A different dress, some sort of print that didn't show her quite so well, but still the same beautiful backside. She was just picking up a hand basket by the door. I hurried after her, catching up by the fruit aisle.

I don't know how I had the courage. I had never done anything like this before. Just going up to a strange woman.

"Excuse me, you don't know me, but..."

She turned.

Her face wasn't symmetrical. One eye was lower than the other, and her mouth was over to one side. I tried not to show my surprise, but failed.

"My name's Troy," I continued, with what I hoped was a smile.

She laughed bitterly.

"That's funny, my name's Helen. The face that sunk a thousand ships. Ho ho ho."

"Who put you up to this?" she added sharply, with a scowl.

"Was it Dermot and Sammy? Or that bitch Fiona?"

I was surprised again.

"I don't know what you mean. My cousin Sammy's only seven. I don't know a Dermot, except for a teacher we had. And my mum's the only Fiona I know, and she's not a bitch."

"Sorry," she said, looking less angry.

"Was that Dermot the one with the silly ginger moustache?"

"Yes, and he used to stand with his hands behind him when he was telling you off."

She smiled, and her face looked a lot better.

"Yeah, that's him. Were we in class together?"

"I don't think so,"

I realised what I'd said as she scowled again.

"Yeah, you'd remember all right. Okay, what did you want?"

It took me a second to recall what I had rehearsed in my daydreams of seeing her again. I dropped it.

"I've seen you about, and just wondered if you'd like a coffee, sometime. That is, if...er..."

I smiled weakly. She frowned.

"If there's no-one else. Surprise, surprise! I haven't got a boyfriend."

"Coffee?" I said, plaintively.

She actually laughed. Just a tiny bit, but a laugh. She put a packet of apples back on the shelf.

"OK, let's go upstairs."

She turned towards the stairs, and deposited her basket by a till. I put my empty trolley to one side.

"Don't you want your pound back?" she asked.

I wasn't going to risk losing sight of her.

"No, some poor person can have it."

She shrugged, and started up the stairs to the café.

I followed, with an enormous effort of will not putting my hand on a tempting cheek.

"Get anything you want," I said, and she grunted "Moneybags" but just got a coffee.

As we sat down, I asked "What was that about sinking ships?"

"Helen of Troy," she added, seeing my puzzled expression. I still didn't understand.

"That's why I thought some joker thought it would be funny to get a man named Troy to ask me out."

"The Greek myth. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. A man named Paris took her away to the city of Troy, and the Greeks started a war to get her back. They had to sail there, so she was said to be the face that launched a thousand ships."

"Mine is the face that sank a thousand ships."

"Oh, I get it," I said, and immediately wished I hadn't, and wiped the grin from my face. She smiled a bit at my discomfort, then looked grim.

"An ugly face and a fat arse."

We looked at each other in silence.

"You've got a lovely bum," I said.

"Fuck off," she replied, but not loudly, and stood up, hesitated, and sat down again.

"Did you mean it? About my bum? I thought it was ugly as well," she whispered.

"It's too fat."

"You've got a beautiful bum," I whispered back.

"The best I've ever seen," I added.

She looked confused.

"And a sexy walk, and you look much better when you smile."

There was a momentary smile, then she scowled again.

"Do you do this often?" she said, accusingly.

"What?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Hit on unattractive girls so you'll get laid?"

"No, I've never done it before," as I said I realised the brick I dropped.

"I mean, I don't hit on girls..." I desperately protested, then gave up.

"I'm sorry. I actually thought you were very attractive, and wanted to get to know you. I still do. I thought a woman like you must have a husband or boyfriend, but it was worth a shot. I've screwed it up, so I won't bother you again."

I got up from the table.

"Hang on a tick," she said, putting her hand on mine.

"I think you should try a bit more. And if you really don't mind my huge wobbly arse, you can get me one of those cheesecakes I've been resisting since we got here."

"And something for yourself - since you're buying," she added as I went to the counter. I got a slice of apple pie and cream.

Then we talked. Having gone to the same school was a start, so we could laugh about the same teachers. She must have been a few years younger than me, though she didn't tell me her age.

I told her I was twenty-seven. I didn't tell her I had never got laid. I'd been shy at school, and afterwards had managed to get a couple of dates, but nothing more.

We told each other about our not very interesting jobs, and the fact that we were still living with our parents. It drifted off to TV programmes that one or both of us had seen. She laughed a few times, and it was a nice laugh. And she did look better when she was smiling.

And somehow she agreed to see me again. I gave her my phone number (home - I didn't have a mobile then) and said she might ring sometime.

CHAPTER 2

Three weeks went by. I couldn't phone her, and I didn't see her at the supermarket, though I dropped by quite often to get things for Mum, as it was on my way home from work. I guessed that was it.

Then one evening I heard the phone ring and Mum called up the stairs that it was Helen for me.

I nearly injured myself rushing down.

"Sorry it's been a while," she said.

"Would you like to take me to the pictures? It's a new film with Brad Pitt."

Of course, all the girls liked Brad Pitt.

"OK, what's it called?" I asked.

"Troy," she answered, and I could tell she was smiling.

We met at the cinema, which was packed, of course, and there was no chance of a back row snog and grope, but we held hands, and I kissed her on the cheek a couple of times.

We walked to a coffee bar, and talked about the film. She had obviously read up about the Trojan war and was most annoyed about the fact that they had saddles and stirrups on the horses like cowboys instead of just a blanket and girth. At least a thousand years wrong, apparently. She explained that in a myth Achilles was actually invulnerable because of being dipped in a magic river, except for his heel where his mother held him. This is why he was shot by an arrow in the heel. There was an expression Achilles heel, but I hadn't heard it.

I asked if she'd liked seeing Brad Pitt.

"As an actor, he's OK. For looks, I preferred Orlando Bloom."

"Which was he?" I asked.

"Paris, the man who caused all the trouble. He played Legolas in Lord of the Rings. You look a bit like him, actually."

"Well," I began, and caught myself with another foot heading to my mouth. I was going to say she reminded me of the actress playing Helen, which she did. In fact from the side she was fine - even good. It was just that two halves didn't match from the front.

Although I didn't say, my silence said something, so she continued.

"What did you think about the actress playing Helen? I don't know who she is, do you?"

"No, I don't know her. She's all right."

Suddenly I recovered my wits.

"When can I see you again?"

She looked surprised, but pleased.

"Are you sure you want to?"

"Oh yes, I'd like to see a lot more of you."

Foot in mouth again, as I realised what it could mean, and my cock began to express its interest.

"I'll give you a ring," she said, looking down and (I think) blushing a bit.

"Will you take me home now?"

In the car I said "Can I kiss you?" and she said "You may," so I realised she was better educated than me, even though we'd been to the same school.

It was awkward with the gear lever between us, but the kissing was nice. I was too scared to put my hands anywhere but on her shoulders. But outside her house I held her close as we kissed again. As my hand strayed down her back she whispered "You can if you like."

It was a wonderful moment as I held that wonderful butt cheek. My cock was rigid and pressed against her, but she didn't complain. It was a long snog, before she pulled away.

"That's enough for tonight," she said removing my hand with her left one and pushing me gently back with her right one.

She gave me a quick peck and walked to the door, wiggling her bum so nicely!

CHAPTER 3

We managed a couple more shy and cautious dates, and she gave me her home phone number. We held hands, kissed a lot, and I got to feel her bum sometimes. One evening on the way back to her house, I stopped in a layby away from any houses. There was no-one around, so I tentatively put my hand on her breast.

She sighed.

"Of course, I knew sooner or later..."

I snatched my hand away.

She gently picked it up and put it back, and smiled weakly.

"No, it's all right. I like it but I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed later. This one's all right, but the other one's crap. I don't have a matching pair of anything. Even my left leg's half an inch shorter."

I didn't know what to say, so we sat in silence, before my brain kicked in and I kissed her.

"Good boy!" she said, and smiled.

"But let's not do it here. Come home for a coffee. No bonking, mind. Just a better snog. And my parents'll be pleased."

She shushed me as we went in the front door, then opened the door to the living room where her parents were watching TV.

"Hi," she said brightly, "this is Troy."

Her dad was lying well back in an armchair, and hurriedly did up his belt as he stood up. Her mum looked startled and grabbed at her hair, then smiled apologetically.

"You should have warned us," she said to Helen. "Nice to meet you, young man."

"Yes, glad to meet you," said her dad, offering his hand which I shook.

"I'll make some..." her mother began before she said "No, it's all right. We're going to my room."

With that we went up the staircase.

"The toilet's on the left," she said.

"Take your shoes off, give me your jacket and wash your hands. And anything else you need to do."

She took my jacket and put the shoes by the door of her room as she went in.

I did as she said. Luckily the fart I let out when I pissed was harmless.

When I came out she waved me to the bedroom and went into the toilet herself. I sat on the bed and looked around. I wasn't sure what I expected to see. There was a small TV. There were books, there was makeup in front of a mirror, a neatly made bed with a radio alarm clock and a couple of books beside it. And my jacket on a hanger hung over a wardrobe handle. There weren't any posters or girly things like Hello Kitty.

She came back and sat down beside me, taking my hand.

"Tell me, Troy. Honestly. Now you've got to know me, would you still want to go out with me if I had a tiny little bum?"

What was the truth?

"The truth is, now I've got to know you, yes. If we'd been in the same class at school, I might have asked you out because I like talking to you."

I had to add "I'm sorry if I came on weird, because I've never really had a proper girlfriend, and you were just so beautiful. And if we don't do anything else, I'd just like to be your friend,"

She kissed me. Not a snog, just a friendly peck on the lips.

"Well, OK then. You can have a feel of my tits, if you like, but I did warn you."

She stood up with her back to me, took her top off and put it on the chair. Then she turned round and I saw her in her bra. She looked fine to me.

She reached round the back, then leant forward with her hands on the cups.

As she lifted her breasts out, she grabbed something that had been inside her right cup, and put it on the table. The left breast was much bigger.

"No-one's let me do this, before," I croaked as I put my hands out.

Really, I was twenty-seven and had never felt a girl's tits.

They were wonderful, but different. Hesitantly I squeezed them gently, and she closed her eyes. Without taking my hands away, I felt each of them separately. They were like... what? Nothing was exactly like this. Breastiness.

"Can I kiss them?" I asked, breathlessly.

"Oh please," she said leaning forward a little.

I kissed each of them on the nipple, and she gave a tiny shiver. That encouraged me, so I gave each nipple a little suck then moved my tongue around. Then I kissed them and stroked - I suppose the word is caressed them.

"That's enough for the moment," she said, standing up. "Now why don't you take your shirt off as well so we can hug?"

I did it so quickly I dropped it on the floor and had to pick it up.

Then we kissed and I felt her naked body against me and felt her woman shape from the back.

"Just a minute," she said, and we disentangled. She took off her skirt and stood there in her panties. If my cock could have got harder it would have.

"Don't push your luck," she said with a half-serious, but meaning serious, smile.

Then we snogged. My hand strayed into her panties to feel those wonderful cheeks. Something like breastiness, but not quite. Definitely female. Definitely delightful. Just to check, I felt her breasts one at a time, with my other hand on a bumcheek. Similar, but different. Both good, and very good to have on the same person.

I don't know how long it went on, but she eventually pulled back, kissed me on the nose, and said "I think we'd better call it a night."

"Can I give them a goodnight kiss?" I asked, sitting down.

She didn't say anything but offered her tits one by one to my willing lips. I gave them each a sincere kiss.

"Better get your shirt on," she said, practically. "I'm sorry about the little tit."

"Oh, I like it. It's cute. If they were both like that I'd be happy. Or both like the other. It's like I've got two girlfriends to kiss goodnight!"

She laughed and started to get dressed.

"You'd better use the bathroom while I repair my makeup. If you want to wash anything, use the green flannel and towel. They're mine."

I went and managed to wrestle my cock down enough to have piss. I used one of the green flannels with cold water to get it further into submission. I'd leaked a bit, but only into my underpants.

When she'd dressed and fixed her makeup, we went downstairs. Her mum had obviously done something with her hair and makeup. I wasn't sure, but I think her dad had a fresh shirt. We had some coffee together, and they asked some polite questions about my work and family, what TV programmes I liked, and pretty much anything except "what are you doing with our daughter?"

I don't have to tell you what happened when I got home to my bedroom.

CHAPTER 4

We had been going out for four weeks. (One of them not, because she had a period.)

I plucked up my courage.

"Can I tell you something, honestly."

"Doesn't sound very hopeful, but I'll go for it."

"I think you're pretty. From the side you look great, either way, and now I'm used to it, you do from the front. I've got the best of two girls."

She looked at me.

"You're silly. Thousands wouldn't, but I'll believe you."

Then she laughed.

"And I thought you were going to say you loved me, and could you prove it by having sex!"

As she saw my expression, she added "Well the answer's no."

"But I'll give you a wank, if you like, though I warn you, I've never done it before."

"You don't have to."

"I know I don't have to, I'm just offering, to save you the trouble when you get home."

Actually, it was very special, because it was the first time for both of us.

It was very special the next time. And the next one. And as often as possible.

It wasn't too long before she let me feel in her knickers. I nearly came myself from the excitement but managed to hold on so she could make me spurt.

She let me go further, but always stopped me before she came. I didn't quite understand it, but I think I do now. She was holding off for something else.

Her parents had positively begged her to invite me for the night.

I had my first fuck, and then she let me finger her till she came. Then with further practice I got to manage foreplay so she was nearly ready to pop and fucked her so we both came. I loved her and I loved her funny face, when she came. And I loved fucking her from behind, pressing into her beautiful buttocks.

CHAPTER 5

Both families weren't religious, though I suspect her mum would have liked a church. So we had the wedding in a register office. That was actually in our town hall, a beautiful old building, so pretty good. Neither of us had brothers or sisters and were short of uncles and aunts, so there weren't many relatives, and only few friends.

She wore the lace dress I had so fancied her in plus some sort of bride's hat and veil. Her dad hired a video camera and his friend did well with it. I especially wanted the long shot from the back as she walked down the aisle! Absolutely beautiful. And she was smiling so much! Her mum cried so much, my mum had to help her and provide an extra handkerchief.

The two dads offered to pay for a honeymoon in Greece, so we could see Troy. Helen said Troy was in Turkey and Greece was the last place she wanted to visit, but someone had been to Naples and recommended it to her. It was (by our standards, anyway) quite a posh hotel. I'd only been to Lloret in Spain with my parents - she had never been abroad, so we were pretty incompetent and had a laugh. She had some close-fitting shorts, and stretch jeans, so got some admiring glances from behind. And gestures of appreciation from the men at the pavement cafés. I was bursting with pride.

And love and lust. I fucked her so many times each day, we could hardly believe it. Morning, noon and night. Literally! And I kissed and loved her beautiful pussy till she came! I couldn't have been happier.

We had a card for the public transport and reduced fees for some attractions, but included free entry to three museums or art galleries. Not wishing to waste it (and anyway these places are good for a sit-down, toilets and café) we found ourselves wandering around one. My eye was caught by a statue of a woman in one of those long robes classical ones have. She had pulled it round and up so her arse was on full display, and was looking over her shoulder inviting you to admire it. We'd seen nudes and half dressed, but never anything like this.