Helen had to be quick at finding excuses. It was something she had always been good at and her explanation for the theft of her bag and why she had taken to her bed early that evening matched the questions that Jack wanted to know. The theft was a quick snatch on her way to university that left her feeling depressed, and going home to bed was her way of forgetting all about it. Atleast it got his sympathy. Making love was not on his immediate agenda and he encouraged her to dress and accept his invitation to an `all night` bar in town.
As the soft jazz music played in the background, Jack plied her with a shared bottle of her favourite wine, merlot. Like always, he would lecture her about how she should move into his apartment and offer her everything she needed. She listened, but always made up her own mind at the end of the day. She was becoming fond of Harry, and she needed to see more of him.
"I tried to pick you up from university this afternoon," Jack said. "Obviously you were not there. So I went inside and found your lecturer..."
"Professor Lord?" She interrupted him, concerned.
"Yes. I had a long chat with him. Not about his weird ideas about you, so please don't get concerned about that. Instead, I found a very interesting man. He intrigued me. We began to chat about something I loved when I was a boy. Falconry. Did you know he was a hawker?"
Helen knew nothing about falconry. It was something she had heard about and associated it with a cruel sport like fox hunting, and something that boys would get involved in. He continued:
"The professor has a friend in Yorkshire who owns lots of birds. Trained raptors of the highest quality in the whole of the country." He described it as if he was talking about fine wines. "I have never seen anything like that since I was young and in my youth. The idea of visiting and taking up his generous invitation was something I needed to embrace. So, I have arranged that you and I will go this weekend and enjoy ourselves. Will you come?"
"With Lord? You actually made arrangements?" she asked. Jack smiled in confirmation. "You must be out of your mind." The thought was interesting and unbelievable at the same time. She thought about it and the fun element it had with it. She accepted eventually without any reservations of what would and could happen.
Her phone rang and she answered it. Jack watched and listened. "Hello? I'm sorry I'm busy at the moment." She disconnected the call.
"You have a new phone? Who was it?"
"Oh yes. I had this one spare. It was just a friend from uni."
"Why didn't you use it to call me? I would have been at your side if you had told me all about the theft."
"Jack. It's ok let me deal with it. Weekend sounds good."
Helen made her excuses to go to the bathroom. She called Harry, who seemed desperate to contact her. He was checking up on her to see if Jack was still around. "Of course he is. What is the matter? Why so urgent?"
"I'm in hospital," he said. "They beat me up. I had just set foot into the back alley and two of the bastards jumped me. They know where you live. You have to move out."
"Why should I move out? I have no business with them?"
"It's not that simple. They think you are with me in everything and they have made you a target. We both have to hide for a while until Kenny can sort things out. They busted my nose and loosened a few teeth. I'll be fine. Just don't go back to your place. I'll call you later." He disconnected. Helen could not believe what she had gotten into by being involved with Harry. She sat and thought for a while on the toilet basin after using it. Maybe the weekend would be a good idea afterall. It would get her away from the escalating problems for a short while atleast, and allow her to plan some way forward and out of trouble.
For the next two days leading up to the weekend, Helen moved in with Jack. It was safer that way she thought. He would drop her off at university and pick her up in the evenings before dealing with his own daily routines. She began to realise how good Jack was, not only in sex, but in his generosity too. He treated her to almost a brand new wardrobe of clothes, the ones he liked to see her wearing mainly. She did not mind that as it made her feel appreciated and loved. Jack was a natural lover and he knew how to romance a girl off her feet. The only problem in Helen's mind was; he had other lovers, which she had never met or desired to meet. She had to share him and now with the fondness for Harry, she too was playing the game, only it was more deceitful in her case.
Keeping Harry at a distance was not easy. He began to call her every opportunity and inconvenient moment. She had text him in a nice way many times explaining her need to get away from him, if only for a short while, yet Harry seemed to ignore her messages. She began to realise how much one can fall in love with someone so unstable in his or her lifestyle. She was missing him; of that there was no doubt.
After making love with Jack, she thought about Harry and compared them both. If she had to make a choice regarding the sex, then Harry would win. Jack's gentleness was fine, until Harry came along and shown her something else. The longevity of his style allowed her to enjoy more prolonged orgasms and when it came to spilling his precious seed, Harry knew how to deliver. Still, both men occupied a place in her heart. Love and sex was surely different.
Jack held her head gently as she sucked him. Her hands gripped his thighs as she tasted his sweet salty precum, hearing his moans and gasps getting louder the more she worked her lips and tongue on his hardness. She loved giving head. It was her way of being dominant in sex, controlling every aspect. She withdrew him from her mouth and clenched his cock just under the head with her fingertips. This made Jack slow down, preventing his climax from happening a while longer. She wanted him to come when she was ready, no matter how much he pleaded with her.
They both saw the funny side to the act. She loved to tease and he in turn submitted to her control. "You make me so hard." He told her. The more he said such things, the more she enjoyed it. It was even better than feeling and tasting his release. So, she made him wait until she herself was satisfied, using her finger to pleasure herself first before bringing him finally to his orgasmic release.
It seemed that size did not really matter to Helen, as long as it hit the right spot at the right time. What did matter to her was the end result. During intercourse it did not matter either, but when it came to externally induced male orgasms she wanted to see and taste the results of her efforts. The more a man would come in both quantity and quality, the more she felt rewarded.
