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.
Weekend soon came and Jack packed the boot of his car with everything they would need for a long weekend in the country. The weather was the best that they could hope for in a typical British summer, blue cloudless skies and warm sunshine cooled by a light breeze. Helen took the opportunity to open the car window and take on the sunshine and breeze as they headed north on the motorway to their destination. The car had satnav, which would prove valuable in finding the hideaway location of the manor house and falconry, hidden on the Yorkshire Dales.
The journey took them all morning and into the early afternoon. Finally they arrived. They drove along a winding narrow drive that eventually led them to the quaint little seventeenth century manor. It had been renovated and modernised, freshly painted white exterior walls and the customary black painted doors and window frames. The whole area was surrounded by trees, which provided a deep forest setting. Helen could smell the scent of wild lavender as she stepped out of the car. It was one of her favourite fragrances.
Professor Lord greeted them with handshakes and hugs. He was happy to see them, especially Helen, face to face again. During the past few lectures he had distanced himself and treated her as one of the students, not wanting to invade each others space. "Thank you both for coming. I was hoping you would. This place is amazing, and you must meet Jayne."
Lord took them indoors and into the vestibule with its low ceiling. There were paintings hung on the walls of all the different types and species of hawks, which impressed Helen. She had no idea that there were so many. Then Lord took them into the kitchen to meet Jayne. She was in her middle age, blonde hair in the same style as Helen's, short and shoulder length. She was preparing dinner and was pleased to meet Lord's guests for the weekend. "This is my friend Jayne. You might say we are very good friends. We have known each other for, what? Four years now?" Jayne confirmed with a nod and a smile. Jack found her quite attractive and Helen could see his reaction, all too obvious.
"Dinner will be ready in a few hours," Jayne announced. "You must be parched. David will show you to the lounge and I'll make coffee." At that Lord, took them into the lounge that was modern in its decorative style. The low ceiling made everything look cosy, yet also cramped. The wooden beams slung below the ceiling became a problem for Jack, almost hitting his head. Helen found it funny. "I hope you two will settle in. I know the place is cramped, but then Jayne has lots of furniture around. She collects antiques too as well as these old manor houses."
"Is it a well known place?" Jack asked.
"No, it does have history though. It belonged to a farmer's family for quite a while, then abandoned. Jayne's ex restored it and it is one of many she now owns scattered all over the country."
Helen made herself comfortable beside Jack on the settee. Lord would give her sly looks, admiring the way she was dressed, as usual, leaving very little to the imagination. She knew exactly what Lord was thinking. She was also slightly surprised to know that he had a female friend, and she wondered how much he enjoyed his fetish with her, if at all they indulged.
Jack and Lord seemed to get on well in their conversation. Helen admired the numerous antiques and paintings on the walls as the men bonded. Jayne entered carrying a tray of fresh coffee. She laid it on the low table and busied herself back in the kitchen. Jack could not keep his eyes off her while she was there. She wore a short skirt, which gave plenty for him to look at and fill his imagination with lurid fantasy. His liking for mature woman became obvious, as most of his other 'lovers' were supposed to be. "What a very charming friend you have." Jack said.
"Yes, like a companion. I'm very fortunate to have met her." Lord replied.
"Is she divorced?" Jack asked.
