Helen woke up and discovered that Harry had gone from her side. Things slowly came to mind about the party and she began to recall the last events slowly which explained the smell of stale sex around her and on her naked body. She sat up and held her head in her hands, not just for the hangover but also what had happened, as things got wild and out of control. She brushed back her hair to one side and looked around before getting out of the bed.
Harry came back into the bedroom with a tray bearing gifts of bacon sandwiches for both of them. It was not only a gift as such. It was also a peace offering. She found her robe and covered her body as Harry laid the tray carefully on the bed. "Help yourself babe," he told her. All that Helen could do was fold her arms in disgust, not just for herself for letting things get out of control, but also for Harry for letting it happen. "There are still a few people here." He explained, tucking into the greasy sandwich.
"That Australian girl made the breakfast for us."
That Australian student was the problem. She had manipulated both her and Harry to take part in a threesome, of which Helen began to regret. At the time it seemed fun, something she had not done before and it was different. Harry enjoyed himself too. Having two women making love to him and then watching her and the unknown girl partake in lesbian sex.
Helen felt sick. The stench alone began to turn her stomach along with the smell of greasy fried bacon on the sandwiches, which Harry seemed to be enjoying. "Have fun?" she asked, staring directly at him.
"I know you did babe. You were lapping it all up... literally and physically. I see you liked the taste of another woman. You surprised me. Didn't think you liked that sort of stuff. I enjoyed it. It was fun,
well the bits I could remember that is..."
Helen picked up a pillow and threw it hard at Harry before storming out of the room to the bathroom.
She found it difficult to do her ablutions with the two unconscious bodies in there, but atleast she tried as long as they remained unaware. Then the Australian student stormed in as Helen sat contemplating on the toilet. "Oh sorry," the girl apologised politely. "I was hoping to take a quick shower before going." She gave Helen an appreciative smile. "You were brilliant by the way." Helen remained unmoved by the unwelcome comment. "No really. You were amazing. I never even had a threesome before."
Helen was surprised. That made two of them in the same situation, only the girl seemed very pleased about the first time experience. "You mean you never had another girl before?" Helen asked.
"Yeah. It was different. Exactly like my mates said it was like, but in the flesh it was even better, you know what I mean?" She was still wearing the kitchen apron that barely hid her breasts. Helen nodded her reply, both thinking and looking at the student. It was both their first time for a threesome tryst. She wondered who taught who what to do. Or was it Harry? The sexually manipulative lover.
Harry walked into the bathroom for a brief moment. He gave the student a quick squeeze around her naked hips. She squealed her delighted reply, much to Helen's disagreement. Helen remained calm. She had no other alternative after what had happened. "We have to get rid of these bodies." He said. Referring to the drunken people scattered around the apartment. "Last time I'm holding a party in here. It's a mess."
"Isn't he a cutie?" the student remarked. Helen never really liked the Australian accent and the sound of the girl's voice made her shiver. "I'm really pleased you invited me Helen." She said. It was bound to happen. An open invitation posted on the snack bar wall. A bad idea now, Helen thought. She did not even know most of the people who attended the party. Infact, she never expected to see so many turn up.
Helen raised herself onto her feet from the toilet basin. "It was a pleasure I'm sure." She answered the girl and began to wash her hands as the student desperately took her place on the toilet. The student looked at Helen, sighing with relief as she let her bladder contents release noisily. "So, what are you studying at uni?" Helen asked.
"Art. I'm in my first year. Originally from Brisbane."
"I've never noticed you before. I'm studying psychology."
"Oh my God! Did you have the guy who topped himself?" The girl asked. She was obviously making reference to David's suicide, not knowing that the term "have" meant something more than just lectures.
"Yes. It was a big shock to everyone I suppose." Helen checked her face in the mirror. A shower was definitely needed, as she felt the dried remains of Harry's cum on her forehead. More of the memories flashed back to her about what actually happened. She and the girl sharing Harry's spunk as he came on both their faces, after taking turns in blowing his manhood. That was after they had given each other oral sex until they both released their juices for tasting in turn, and before Harry himself fucked them both generously.
Helen looked at the girl again. "Brisbane?" she asked. The girl replied with an excited nod and smile. "It's a long way to come to study isn't it?"
"Yeah, my parents are originally from Coventry. They told me all about England and so I had to come here. I might even stay when I graduate. Australia is so boring."
Helen was still wondering who had inspired their sexual activity. Maybe it was a combination of a wild party atmosphere, booze and of course Harry. It did not matter any way. What was done was done, and the girl was not getting another chance.
Later, after all the drunken bodies had been kicked out gently back to wherever they had come from, Helen could finally have the shower she desperately needed as Harry cleared the mess around the apartment. She was unaware that the student was still there until she burst into the bathroom, fully clothed, her brown hair tied back into a pony tail. Helen stepped out of the shower and the girl threw her arms around her, hugging her and then kissing her on the lips. "Thanks for a great night Helen. See you around uni." No sooner had she entered, she had dashed off again, dampened from Helen's freshly showered body, which made Helen step back again for another shower, to get rid of the stench of stale and cheap perfume. It was quite obvious the student from Brisbane was happy about what happened.
That evening a wall of silence fell between Helen and Harry. Neither of them really knew how to make comments about the situation. It was total avoidance on each other's behalf. Then Harry noticed an article in the newspaper; "Businessman and his sons go missing." He read it carefully and slowly and it mentioned the O'Grady's. Their departure from life was finally noticed. Police were trying to contact friends and relations and atleast Harry felt comfortable with being neither. He decided to keep the article from discussion with Helen. The less said the better things would be.
He looked over her shoulder has she prepared the evening meal, taking in the aroma of the spaghetti Bolognese sauce. He could not resist a quick squeeze of her breasts and the quick feel of her posterior. Helen found it intimate, and pleasant as always, but there was still something bothering her. That sharing with the student, his encounter with the law in more ways than one. And poor Saskia.
The question was; could Harry be a reliable trusted partner, full stop? Or was he going to be trouble and another lothario like Jack, who was hopefully now well rid of. That however, raised its ugly head a few days later.
Somehow Jack had managed to obtain Helen's new phone number. Again and again he would call her pleading for her to rearrange a new relationship and all that she could do was cut off the calls without a reply. As if that was not enough, the Australian student turned up at the university refectory. There were thousands of students and out of the blue one lunch time she appeared at Helen's table. "Hi, may I join you for lunch?" she asked, holding a tray of food and drink. Helen was not the type of person to reject the request of a "passing" acquaintance. Helen was part way through her lunch and it did not take long for the student to catch up. She had a voracious appetite, and then the chatting began. Helen did not even know her name.
"You know I've been trying to catch you for weeks..."
"Hold on." Helen stopped her. "What do I call you? What is your name? If you have mentioned it before, forgive me for letting it slip my memory."
"Oh sorry, my name is Dahlia. Dahlia Andrews." Knowing that made Helen feel a touch closer to her passive "friend". Although she still was not sure if she wanted to be any closer than they had been. "Yeah, I wanted to contact you for weeks. I think you're a cool person and very generous for what happened..." Helen raised her hand politely, not wishing to discuss that generosity "that happened". Harry and she were now over it and there were definitely no wild parties planned again for the future.
"I was just wondering. Could I ask a personal question?" Dahlia asked. Helen nodded chewing part of her meal. "Oh good." Dahlia was delighted, although it depended on the question whether or not her delight was going to be sustained by the nature of the question. The passing weeks gave Helen the time to recover and consider some kind of friendship, offering Dahlia help wherever possible.
"Can I move in with you and Harry? Only I'm getting kind of kicked out of my lodgings. Some of my mates think I took some of their things. You know, robbed them. And I'm not that kind of person, trust me. So it was a case of lets all vote and the reply was... she has to go."
Helen did not expect that request, although again, it had to be an obvious one. "That is kind of cruel without evidence." Helen replied. "Can't you come to some amicable agreement?"
"Well that's not all," Dahlia continued. "I gave my best mate's boyfriend a few favours."
"Gave? As in did?"
"Yes, as in blow jobs." Dahlia replied. Helen began to think. There may have been no real evidence of Dahlia taking peoples personal items. There seemed evidence however that she had stolen somebody's lover's spunkies. "The disaster was..." Dahlia continued. "These guys were both gay."
