To put this story in its correct context you should first read part one of this story.
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I opened my front door and we walked in. I felt tired my feet aching, my body crying out for a long hot soak in the bath followed by an early night. It had been an emotional roller coaster of a day, the highs the lows the experience of new feelings within me.
I prefer my life to contain ripples not waves I like to be in control of those ripples not to be swept away by the waves. But now my feelings were different I felt I wanted to be pulled out by the wave of today's highs and by Helen. I wasn't sure what this meant. The shopping? The picnic in the park? The walk along the riverbank? Yes certainly all those but something new had happened away from the riverbank, did I want to be taken away by that? Yes I do. No I don't. The two answers boomeranged around my mind, one thing was certain; I didn't know what I wanted. Could I let the boomerang fall to the floor? Allow it to take the decision away from me. How do I do that?
Helen's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Perhaps I should call myself a taxi and call it a day?"
"Sorry Helen no please don't, I promised to cook dinner. I was just wondering what we could have. What do you fancy?" I hoped my little bluff would work.
"Are you sure? Helen had seen straight through it. "You've been a million miles away since we, or should I say me."
I interrupted her, "What about pasta?"
"Jen, my darling, I'm not stupid. What happened this afternoon was down to me I shouldn't have done it. It wasn't fair on you I know you're still feeling very vulnerable especially today, and I took advantage of you. It's not what a friend does."
"You don't need to apologise Helen. I enjoyed what happened it's just all very new to me. I've never seen a woman masturbate, the only time I've touched another woman's breast was when Sally thought she had found a lump."
"I think most of the women in town touched her breast looking for that nonexistent lump." I laughed at Helen's comment. It wasn't funny at the time it scared Sally, it worried us all but the doctors could not find any evidence. I think we all checked ourselves after that incident.
"I never knew you were like that." Even as I said it I knew my choice of words was wrong.
"Jen, straight gay bisexual people are all the same. Lesbians don't just have two choices in the way they look or act. There is no rule that says you have to be eighteen stone with a shaved head or, as men think, nineteen with blonde hair and big boobs. Nor do I want to jump into bed with every woman that passes me in the street. Okay a few I might want to." Helen gave me a wink. "They're just normal people like you or me, well me anyway." This time I got a smile and a wink.
I smiled back, she was trying to put me at ease, and Helen had that ability with most people, especially me. "I want you to stay for dinner, please, it is my birthday."
"I want to stay too, but perhaps not standing in the hallway all evening." We hadn't moved more than six feet from the front door since we had come in.
I ushered Helen through to the lounge, we sat on either end of the sofa, as Helen put her bags down there was a clink of glass. Opening her bag she pulled out the wine glasses from earlier. Helen looked at me "Whoops we forgot to take the glasses back."
"Not a problem." I replied "I'll take them back tomorrow, I'm sure they've got enough for tonight." What do you want? Tea? Coffee? Wine? Something stronger?"
"I think I fancy a coffee." Helen replied. "Let's get a takeaway? Save you having to cook and me the washing and clearing up. Your birthday so your choice."
"Chinese." I instantly replied as I got up to make the coffee. "Is there a nasty smell in here or is it me?"
"You're right." She replied. Helen looked down to her trousers. "Damn I seem to have picked up something the cows left behind. Oh yuck, I seem to have some on my leg. Do you mind if I wash it off?"
"Of course not." I replied. "Use the en suite in my room, the towels are clean. I'll put your jeans through on a quick wash then the dryer, won't take long to do. Grab something out of my wardrobe to put on."
"Thanks for that, I will."
I put the coffee in the lounge then went through to the laundry room. Helen had put her jeans in the washing machine, I added the detergent and turned the machine on, then ordered the food.
Fifteen minutes later Helen came back down wearing one of my robes. "I hope you don't mind but felt a little chilly when I got out of the shower so grabbed one of your robes to put on."
"Of course I don't, food is ordered will be here soon and your coffee is getting cold." As Helen sat down, it was a little strange seeing her sitting there in my white fluffy robe but somehow it felt comfortable. "I've lit the fire, it is getting chilly in here now."
Helen picked up her coffee. "There's something about a real fire makes me feel romantic"
"Yes." I agreed "And sexy" where had that last bit come from? I'd never said that before. Many times I had made love with my ex in front of the fire on the now gone white rug, but never had I said a fire was sexy.
If Helen had picked up on that word she didn't carry it on. Finishing my coffee the doorbell rang. I answered the door paid for the food, walking into the kitchen Helen had already got the bowls out. "Chopsticks?" She asked.
"Of course." I replied. Let's eat in the lounge, more comfortable than the dining room."
"Warmer as well. Wine Jen?
