Monday, November 25, 2013
Felicity Ch. 03: Helen
It's odd how people bond sometimes. I am a man rapidly approaching middle age and my best friend for the last few years has been a lesbian. I am nearly fifteen years older than she is, only seven years younger than her father, four younger than her mother.
That I was her best friend there was no doubt as it was me she called at three AM on a Saturday morning to come bail her out of jail.
Her former lover's new girlfriend had taunted Helen at a lesbian club causing her to do considerable damage to the new girlfriend, and minor damage to a bouncer.
Not that Helen was a formidable specimen; she was small of stature and weight. But she was a redhead.
I took care of bail for Miss Helen MacDuff and took her to my home; I did not want her to spend the night alone. The love she lost was the third such disaster in four years. Helen had again gone past the self-preservation mode and thrown herself wholeheartedly into the affair. She had apparently reached her limit of hurt that night.
She had hugged me tightly when I met her as she was released but did not say a word on the ride home. I sent her into the shower while I fixed sandwiches and hot chocolate for us. I heard her come out of the bathroom and called to her. She joined me in the kitchen after a minute wearing one of my t-shirts, not a rare occurrence.
We ate mostly in silence, her face alternating between helpless despair and anger. After putting things away I took us to bed. I had a one-bedroom condo and a queen size bed. I had a sofa bed but decided I still did not want her out of my sight. Her mood scared me.
We settled in bed and I quickly molded my body to her back and put an arm around her. I kissed her cheek. I told her I loved her.
Suddenly she was wracked by sobs. She tried to flee the bed but I held on to her and turned her to me so she would literally have a shoulder to cry on. Amid the sobs she vented her frustrations, regrets, anger. Her rants continued for nearly an hour, her tears for half an hour after that. Eventually she was drained and fell asleep in my arms. I dozed off soon after.
A creature of habit, I was having my coffee by 7 AM that morning. Helen was in deep slumber. She needed it.
I dressed and called a cab. When it arrived I picked up Helen's keys and went to get her car. When I returned she was still asleep.
Going without sleep was a skill I had lost years before so I undressed and crawled back into bed with her.
I awoke when she stirred, it was noon. I wore only boxer shorts to bed and my dick was out and hard, jammed between Helen's ass cheeks. It was looking for a pussy it sensed was near. Helen had worn only my t-shirt to bed and it had crawled up to her waist during the night. She was awake.
"That thing better not be thinking it can crawl into any hole of mine," she said.
"Don't mind it. Even though it has a head in does very little thinking."
Helen giggled but did not move away. My dick jumped.
"Tell it to stop that."
"Leave her alone you thoughtless monster," I told it.
"I see your hand does very little thinking too."
My hand had crawled under the shirt and was gently caressing a fine tit.
"Oh, no. I meant to do that. I've always wanted to."
She giggled and pulled herself away just enough to lie on her back.
"Damn I wish you were a woman sometimes."
"I wish you were a woman too," I said.
That won me an elbow in the ribs and a bite on the shoulders. A short wrestling match later her body lay partially over mine and we were in a soft embrace. I kissed her softly and said, "Lets do lunch."
"Afraid of me huh? You pussy."
"No. You pussy. Me dick."
That got me pushed off the bed. Eventually we dressed and I took her out to lunch. She was in a much better mood than I expected all day. I took her to a restaurant by the bay and we walked on the boardwalk as we ate ice cream.
It was late afternoon by the time we made it back to my condo. She dressed and went home only to return an hour later with a suitcase and some dresses on a hanger.
"My apartment was trashed", she said. "I had forgotten that the slut still has a key. The manager said she would have the lock changed but it will be next week. In the meantime you have a roommate."
I helped her carry her stuff in and helplessly watched her take over half my closet and over half of my dresser.
I took a shower while she made up the bed. After that was done I ordered pizza and a cable movie while she took a shower. We settled on the sofa to watch the movie and eat pizza and drink cold beer. Me in my boxer shorts, she in my t-shirt. A perfect Saturday night between buddies.
I had ordered a romantic comedy; thinking it would keep her mood light but not knowing the film had racy sex scenes throughout. Soon the pizza was forgotten and we were taking large gulps of our beers. Thanks to the pause button I was able to take trips to the fridge to replenish us.
On one such trip, as I was placing Helen's beer in her hand, my dick jumped out of my shorts. She took little notice of it although she did look. She had seen it and felt it that morning so she was apparently OK with my exposure.
When I sat I decided to let my cock stay out and get some air, it had been suffocating inside my shorts. Helen did take note of that and raised her butt off the sofa pulling the t-shirt to her thighs. My dick saw her shaved pussy and jumped.