Helen lay on the single bed settee, covered only by a black duvet with her breasts exposed. She was reading a copy of Synchronicity by Carl Jung and deeply engrossed in its knowledge. From time to time she would unconsciously stroke her breast as if for comfort or unconscious amusement in concentration. The book purloined from the university library so that she could own it for as long as she liked.
Suddenly her phone rang out the comic laughter of a downloaded jingle. She answered it and politely said "Hello..." yawning nonchalantly with tiredness. The voice of Jack replied in it's seductive tone that made her feel alerted to his intentions.
"Hi my sexy one. How's things with you tonight?" he asked.
"I'm ok. Where have you been? I've missed you."
"Ah, now that would be telling."
"Tell!"
He started to laugh and that slightly annoyed her. She had missed him, which was true. Over the six weeks she had known him he supplied her with companionship and eventually romance as she began to admire his humour, kindness and passion.
"I've been in Paris. It was urgent business I had to attend to." he replied, with a serious tone to his voice as if the visit was something he wished he could have avoided.
"Why didn't you call me and tell me where you were?"
"No. I didn't want you to get involved. My father had a heart attack and while I was there, he passed away."
"Oh no! You are joking. Tell me you are joking"
"No, it's true. But not for you to worry about. I'm home now and thought I should give you a call. Everything was dealt with. I'm now free to visit you again whenever you say it's fine."
I missed you lots. Really. I was worried..."
Helen pushed away the duvet. She sat naked on the edge of the bed to continue her much wanted conversation with Jack. "So, where are you now?"
"I am at my apartment drowning my sorrows. I'll be fine."
"I would come and see you, only I have a lecture in the morning."
"Today you mean. It's almost one in the morning. I knew you would be awake or I would have left it. I have just got home myself."
"Well, thank you for calling." she smiled to herself, feeling much better and anxiously aroused by his voice. More than anything she wanted him near, although the voice contact would suffice for now. "I have been busy with this silly study program. I know it's part of the whole thing, but I already know most of it."
"When does your lecture end? I was thinking I could take you to lunch or dinner in that nice restaurant we found. I know you like it. And afterall, it was the first time we kissed and for me that was like being in heaven and kissed by an angel."
His charm ran like a torrential stream. She was not that impressed by it. Infact, she accepted it as part of his nature, like most men. Eventually it would set with the sun one day and be replaced by his true nature within. Did not all men do this? she thought.
Still, he made her feel wanted and loved. So much so she found him irresistibly provocative. His dark Gallic complexion and inflexions turned her on. Asking herself, is this the man she was looking for in life. Although deep inside she knew that there were more ideal men to discover and explore. At nineteen, life was still full of new horizons.
His intentions were obvious. He was eager to see her and quench his desires. She could tell with the charm he used and that tone of voice. It was his "come on" voice despite the dilemma of losing his father.
He continued talking and making suggestions of what they should do when and if they were alone. Helen listened intently running her fingertips along her thigh until they rested upon her sex, not intrusively, but more tactile and gentle.
"Are you touching yourself?" he asked. "I know you must be."
The whole conversation was turning into a typical erotically motivated phone chat. His voice making suggestions of how he would make love to her, as she stared out, imagining the fantasy which they both yearned to be real and would be soon enough.
"Ok, lets leave it until we meet." she suggested. He accepted and they both exchanged their words of love for each other until either one of them gave up the call. And that was Jack.
Helen closed the book she was reading and snuggled inside the warmth of the duvet before reaching to switch off the bedside lamp. Soon without any help, she fell into a deep and calming sleep.
Her lodgings were meagre. Two rooms in all. A kitchen and living room with a bed settee. The bathroom was shared with four others on the third floor of the converted victorian house. Sharing the bathroom was inconvenient and to over come this, she used a bucket for convenience, only for urinating purposes. Such emergencies were rare however.
Helen had no problem with waking up without an alarm clock. The method she often used was still not proven as being reliable, yet it worked for her for some uncanny reason. Before sleep she would gently hit her head on the pillow for each hour of required slumber.
There was the usual dash to the bathroom and as always she made it before the other girls. She did her usual ablutions within a space of fifteen minutes, occasionally being reminded by the others that they were waiting patiently for their turn. She acknowledged them with a simple reply... "Ok, I'm nearly finished!" which was sufficient.
She hardly knew her flatmates. They were not her type of young women to befriend so easily. Often they would be drunk and or high on some obnoxious narcotic which made them argumentative. However, life had to continue that way for a further two years and she had become used to it after one year.
She desired a better place to live. The rent would sap up most of her annual grant and leave her with almost nothing to live on. Her parents were both unemployed and far away. And in her case, she was atleast carving a future in psychology, which would hopefully give her a better chance in life of avoiding the social poverty she had escaped from.
Professor Lord was her favourite lecturer. This made studying Carl Jung easier for her, if only to look at her tutor and listen to his smooth voice. He was three times her age and it was not sex or the desired want of it with him, it was more admiration than anything else. He was someone to look up to and it seemed he had desires on making her his favourite student.
After the morning lecture, Lord took her to one side for a quiet chat. Helen enjoyed those private one to one extensions to the lectures. This time he looked less ambitious and concerned as if holding onto something he wanted to reveal.
"I've been watching you," he announced. Helen listened with curiosity hugging her notes. "It's difficult for me to explain to such a beautiful young woman as yourself." He began to gesture with his hands nervously. "I have to ask you this, and please be gentle with your answer should it be negative."
"What is it? I'm fine."
"I want to ask you to join me for dinner or whatever it is you like best," his face gave a slight blush as he anticipated her answer.
"You mean you want to become more friendly?"
"Well, yes. I think I need your company, as a friend. It is something I have been meaning to ask you for a very long time. I know I'm an old man and perhaps an old fool after my request. But I need to see you more often. I think you would be an ideal professional in the field. Last years paper said it all. You have that unique talent that I am looking for. A student in my project would be really good. So, I have decided that student is you."
Helen was flattered yet she thought deeply about his proposal. How would she study if she joined his project and would it help in achieving her degree? It seemed that Lord was waiting for an immediate reply. "Can I get back to you Professor?"
"Of course, please take your time. Yet I still would like to have dinner with you perhaps?"
She thought about dinner and was suddenly reminded about Jack that she had forgotten about. "Can you excuse me Professor, I need to make a phone call?"
"Yes, of course my dear. I'll be here waiting."
The term "my dear" had never been used before by Lord and she saw it as endearment that was now beyond Lord's usual rapore. She left him in the corridor and found somewhere isolated to call Jack. The reception was poor, but sufficient.
"Jack, it's me Helen. Are you free this afternoon for early dinner?"
"Sure. My place?" he asked.
"No. Not yet. I want to visit that restaurant again in town. I think I need time to think about a few things. Not us, just studies that have become a little complicated."
"I can help you to relax and that would help you."
"I don't think so," she replied with an amused tone. "I know what you really want and I think you will have to wait a little longer for that."
"Ah, I see. Is it that time of month? I can wait my sexy princess."
"No. As I said, it's studies. And I love you." She hung up before Jack could answer with a smile. Then she found Lord waiting patiently. His anxiety for her reply was making him appear nervous. He was sweating as most over-weight men in their middle ages do.
"So? Dinner this evening?" Lord asked.
"Yes, at eight if that isn't too late?"
"Not at all. Eight will be fine. And thank you."
Helen returned to her bed-sit and prepared herself for Jack. She liked to tease him and keep him keen. Denial of sex was a means of keeping him "warm" and wanting. It was a kind of sacrifice for her own needs, then again, the longer he waited, the better the sex was in her opinion. She dressed to kill. Just a simple blouse, skirt and thong that left nothing to the imagination. She had perfect breasts, firm and still youthfully pert. The show of aroused nipples beneath the light green blouse was a way of drawing attention, not only from Jack but also others who noticed.
She found her way to the restaurant in town. It had been a while since they had last visited. The meals were French, like Jack. She enjoyed everything that was gallic as it reminded her of those school trips to the continent twice every year, if only they lasted a weekend each trip.
