Helping Her Saving Me

Helping Her, Saving Me Ch 2

Many thanks for the feedback and comments on the first chapter, which have encouraged me to continue -- which is great, as I felt this story had the potential to go on for a while longer. All characters are over the age of 18 and, regrettably, are not based on anybody I know.

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I made my way more than a little nervously down the stairs.

I was acutely aware of the ridiculousness of the naked male body. I was in reasonable shape, but now I wished I'd spent more time exercising and less time in the library. And how could any woman look at male genitals in their unaroused state and want to do anything but laugh?

I could hear Belinda talking to the girls in the kitchen. As I came into the room there was a moment of silence.

They were all naked too, of course. Ellie was leaning on the breakfast bar with her bottom angled towards me and her breasts almost touching the counter. In any other circumstances it would have looked provocative and saucy, but at that moment it looked perfectly natural and innocent. Jessica, her younger sister, was perched on a stool eating a piece of toast. Her mouth formed a perfect 'o' as she stared at me.

They were, of course, quite gorgeous. Both were blonde, though Ellie's hair was much more at the yellow-ish end of that spectrum and Jessica was darker. Jessica was also slightly bustier than her sister, though both seemed perfectly proportioned in that department to me. Their tanned, glowing, taut skin exuded youthfulness and health.

But I was careful not to ogle them too obviously, of course. The only woman who mattered to me, at that moment, was their mother.

Belinda was pouring some water into the coffee machine. She looked at me, a brief mischievous glance, and then asked me casually if I'd like a cappuccino.

"Er, thank you," I said. "That'd be nice."

I may have been discreet in my inspection of them, but Ellie and Jess quite blatantly looked me up and down. I stood up straight and tried not to look too obvious about sucking my stomach in.

"So," Ellie said, "you've come over to the dark side. I wondered if you would."

"Holy fucking shit!" said Jess, finding her voice.

Her mother tutted.

"Sorry... but... like... wow!"

"I hope you don't mind," I said. Which was a fairly gormless thing to say, but I challenge you to find the right words when you're naked for the first time in front of your lover's equally naked daughters.

Ellie looked at me once more, then at her mother, then back to me.

"So does this mean, you and mum, are like... together?"

I decided to let Belinda answer that one.

"Yes," she said. "Rob and I are... together, as you say. He's decided to stay here, for the time being at least. In town, I mean."

I looked at the girls for their reaction.

"That's great!" Jessica's delight was clearly genuine. "Penny's going to be so pleased!"

"I hope so," I said.

"Oh come on! You know she will be."

I looked at Ellie. She didn't seem to be taking the news quite as enthusiastically. She didn't look downcast, not exactly, but she certainly didn't seem as pleased as her sister.

"I hope it all works out for you," she said, slightly coolly, and went back to looking at her phone. Belinda and I exchanged glances. Belinda just seemed amused, but I was a little more worried. Jessica and Penny would be off to their college soon, a ninety-minute drive away, but Ellie was going to be living here. More than that, I was going to be a student at the same place as her, so we'd be seeing a lot of each other. If she didn't approve of her mother's new boyfriend, that was going to be difficult.

But, for now, I found myself on a stool, with Belinda on one side and Jess on the other, all of us completely naked and sipping our drinks. I wouldn't say I felt comfortable, it would be some time before I stopped even thinking about the novelty of not wearing any clothes -- but I did feel strangely liberated. It was like when you realise you have an ability to do something that you'd previously been unaware of, or doubtful about. And then, when you do it, you wish you'd done it earlier.

**

A week later I drove Penny to college while Belinda followed in her car with Ellie and Jessica.

We found her hall of residence where she'd be sharing a room with Jess on the campus for the first year. I carried an unfeasibly large number of bags from the car up to her room, then found myself doing the same for Jess.

"You're so... useful," said Jess, appreciatively. "I mean, men can be quite stupid and boorish sometimes, but you are great at carrying stuff."

"Thanks," I said. "That's the words on my tombstone sorted."

"I think he's very useful in all sorts of ways," said Belinda, taking my arm and squeezing it gently.

Jess rolled her eyes. "Oh please! Don't be gross! I don't want to think about that!" But she was smiling as she did so. I thought the men on campus probably wouldn't know what hit them once Jess and Penny hit their stride.

Belinda and Jess went back down to the car where Ellie was waiting, and I was left alone with Penny to say goodbye. We hugged each other, a little tentatively at first, and then I felt her body relaxing and she held me tight. I kissed her cheek.

"Keep safe," I said.

"You too," she said. Then she seemed to hesitate. "I just wanted to thank you again for... you know, staying on. In the house."

"I told you, Pen. I like it there. A lot. It's a new start for me too."

"Yes, I know... but..." She didn't seem able to find the right words. "Well, I just wondered if it was... at least... a bit for me?"

I stared at her. "God, Pen, of course it's a bit for you too. More than a bit. Yes, I'm staying because I like it, but... the fact it makes you happy, the fact you wanted me to stay... that's the most important thing for me. I love you, and..."

I stopped, suddenly aware of what I'd said. And then suddenly our gentle hug was a much, stronger, genuine one. It felt good. She cried a little, and it's possible I may have cried a little too.

After a few minutes we got ourselves composed. "Drive carefully on the way home," she sniffed.

I shook my head. "Belinda's driving. Though I have to say I'm a bit scared about that."

"But what about your car?"

I'd actually been waiting for her to ask that. I fished in my pocket for the keys and held them out to her with a slightly dramatic flourish.

"Not mine. It's your car now."

She was speechless for a moment. She'd started saving for a car, I knew, but was still a long way short of her goal.

"You're kidding!"

"All yours, Pen."

"Fuck! No way! No fucking way!"

"So you don't need to worry about me coming to get you if you fancy coming home for a weekend. You can just... jump in the car. Your car."

She took the keys from me and stared at them, disbelieving.

"It's too much... you can't...."

Then, suddenly, we were hugging again. I whispered in her ear. "Not from me. A present from your mum, Pen. She'd have been so proud."

**

In the car on the way back Ellie was quiet. All three girls were very close and I guessed that not having the other two around all the time was going to be quite a change for her. And, speaking of change, her mother had a new boyfriend who was going to be staying over fairly often. Not to mention that, when he did stay over, they were all going to be naked together. Plenty for her to think about.

Belinda was subdued too, but that was more straightforward. Her daughter had left home, and that always leaves a hole that can never quite be filled, no matter how often you speak to them or how often they come back to visit. I admit, with Penny not there, I didn't relish being at home quite so much now either.

When we arrived back we agreed we'd be lazy and order out for dinner. As was her way, Belinda started shedding her clothes rather absent-mindedly as she moved around the house, until within a few minutes she was completely naked. I watched her, marvelling at how lovely she was and, indeed, how fortunate I was.

Then I noticed Ellie was watching me, a strange half-smile on her face.

"Aren't you going to get undressed?" she said.

"Sure," I said. I began to undress too, very aware of Ellie's eyes on me. I got down to my boxers and then hesitated.

"Don't be shy," said Ellie. "We're all family now." There was definitely something mocking in her tone. Not unkind, exactly, but certainly challenging.

I peeled off my last remaining item of clothing and placed it carefully on the top of my pile. Ellie stared at my crotch quite blatantly for a few moments. Then she stood up, and began to undress as well. She lifted her t-shirt off first, exposing a dark blue lacy bra that emphasised her modest but lovely breasts. Then she unsnapped the belt of her jeans and tugged them down before stepping out of them, showing v shaped panties in the same blue. She was a vision.

She knew it too. Her eyes teased me some more as she reached behind her back to undo her bra. It was a conscious effort not to stare at her, but I filed away a memory of the soft, creamy flesh, slightly whiter than the rest of her body, tipped with brown nipples that seemed almost too dark for her fair complexion and blonde hair.

When she'd taken off her panties she stood opposite me for a second, her shoulders back slightly, as if presenting herself to me for inspection. I didn't say anything.

"Tell me when the food gets here," she said. Then she went up to her room, her rolling buttocks taunting me as she ascended the stairs.

Behind me, Belinda cleared her throat. I turned and faced her guiltily. But she was looking amused.

"I think you might have a bit of a challenge on your hands there," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she either doesn't like you at all, or she likes you a lot. Maybe she doesn't know herself yet. But either way, it'll be interesting to see how the two of you sort it out."

With that she turned and went back into the kitchen. I followed her. She was putting some glasses away in a cupboard when I went up behind her and put my arms around her. She pressed her body back into me, my cock nestling happily in the gap between her ass cheeks. I felt myself hardening.

"You're the only woman I want," I said to her.

She turned around in my arms and looked at me. Then she kissed me gently. As she did so she reached down and took my cock in one of her hands and squeezed it.

"Oh Rob," she said. "You still have a lot to learn, don't you?"

**

It was strange being a proper student again. Before, I'd set my own pace, and worked out my own reading plan, and decided for myself whether or not I wanted to write an essay. Now I found myself working to somebody else's timetable, and initially I found it less fun than I thought it would be. As I've said before, I don't respond well to people telling me what I can and can't do, even if it's a requirement to write two thousand words on the imagery used in Shakespeare's early romantic plays by a week on Friday.

But I gritted my teeth and got on with it, and within a few weeks it hardly bothered me at all. Belinda was encouraging and I also, rather sweetly, received regular encouraging texts and messages from Penny. She was loving her studies and loving the social side of it as well. This pleased me, of course, though I missed her being around the house.

My routine was, wherever possible, to study in the mornings and to work on my consultancy and copy-writing work in the afternoons. I found mornings were my best time for focused, original work that required actual proper thought. My paid work, while mostly enjoyable, wasn't really that challenging and it suited me better to do that later in the day when I found I wasn't as good at concentrating. I would do all this in the small house that Penny and I had shared.

Most evenings after finishing work, I would head over to Belinda's house and hang out there. I was a little nervous initially about outstaying my welcome, and early on I'd even made a point of staying away to give her and Ellie some more time on their own. But that night, after an hour of sitting rather gloomily in my armchair watching a film, the doorbell had rung and there was Belinda on the doorstep, holding a pizza box.

"Hey," she said. "Did you order this?"

I shook my head. I was ridiculously pleased to see her.

She stepped inside and I closed the door behind her.

"Smells great," I said.

"Me or the pizza?"

"Both. Though I think you just win."

"So gallant. Thank you." She started removing her clothes.

"Hey," I said, pretending to be outraged. "This is not a nudist house, you know."

She looked at me, all wide-eyed and innocent. Not a look she did very well, if I'm honest.

"Oh," she said. "I'm not taking my clothes off because I'm a nudist, Rob."

"You're not?"

She shook her head. "I'm taking my clothes off so you can fuck me. Unless..." There was that devilish glint in her eye again. "Unless you'd rather have the food first?"

I didn't. Twenty minutes later we were cuddled up together on the sofa, eating some rather lukewarm slices of pizza.

"So why didn't you want to come over tonight?"

"I just thought... I'm sure sometimes you just want it to be you and Ellie. Or just you, if she's out. Alone time, you know?"

She kissed me. "When I want 'alone time', I'll tell you, OK?"

"OK," I said.

"And if you want 'alone time', that's fine -- you just tell me. Charles would sometimes go off on his own for a trip. He'd say it was for business, but I think sometimes he just wanted to be on his own. And that was fine with me. So don't feel you always have to check in with me, Rob, OK?"

I nodded again.

"But having said that," she said, wriggling deliciously closer to me. "Just at the moment, if you don't mind, I need you to fuck me like that every single day."

"I can do that," I said. "No problem at all."

**

And so, most evenings I would head over to her house and let myself in. I would shout a hello up the stairs and usually receive a distant cry of welcome from wherever she was. Then I would remove my clothes and put them on a chair by the door. This felt rather strange at first, but as with most things, I got used to it. After a few weeks it felt perfectly natural to be nude, and I started doing it at home as well. Unless I had a video call, of course.

Ellie was coolly friendly when she was there, but no more than that. She seemed to be out quite a lot. Belinda said she had a new boyfriend, a graduate student who she thought was very good-looking but also almost unspeakably pretentious.

"He's an older student -- studying for his Masters degree. He's got a motorbike. And a goatee beard. God... the sort of person Charles absolutely couldn't stand!"

She often talked about her late husband. It was always fondly, usually with a smile or a laugh about something he'd done. She'd clearly adored him, and indeed often said as much. In my younger days I might have felt threatened by his shadow hanging over us, but not now. It was as if Belinda's life was a jigsaw, and he was an important piece of it -- several pieces of it. And now I was another. And that was just how it was.

"Jesus... I'll tell you one thing Charles never did for me," said Belinda. She was lying in bed, her hair matted to her forehead. She'd had, I'm proud to report, just been crying out very loudly indeed.

I waited, though I'd guessed what it was.

"He never went down on me. Nobody had really done that to me for years and years, until you turned up."

"I hope you approve," I said.

"You know I do. God, I thought I was going to faint just then. But... I'm still getting used to it."

"I'm not sure I really understand."

"Well, with Charles it was always very traditional. Maybe that's not the right word. But it was very -- very much about the dominant male. And I had no problem with that, I've told you before. I loved the feeling of being used by him. That my body gave him pleasure. And that gave me pleasure. I mean, it's not like I didn't come when he fucked me. I really, really did -- a lot. But... you going down on me, that's kind of... I don't know. I just have to sort of lie there and let you pleasure me. And I'm just not used to that."

I stroked one of her hips and she stretched herself out like a cat. I almost expected her to purr.

"Well," I said. "I think you're doing an admirable job of trying to adapt."

"I am, aren't I? Though maybe, just to be on the safe side, I should practice a bit more."

"Sure. You just lie there and let me do all the work."

"Mmm," she said. "OK. I can do that. But, Rob, when you've done that, I really want your cock in me too, please."

One of the things I loved about Belinda was being able to have conversations like that with her. She was very open and honest and candid about what she liked and how she felt. I'm slightly ashamed to say that I had never had conversations even remotely like that with any of my previous girlfriends, though as they'd usually only lasted a few weeks perhaps I was being too hard on myself. But I think the old me would have shied away from that kind of honesty. Sex for me back then had been a strange, rather unhealthy combination of selfishness and showing off. I would congratulate myself for having seduced a woman, I would enjoy her body, but I would also be conscious of performing for her, as if to show her how lucky she was.

With Belinda it was both simpler and much, much deeper. She taught me a lot in those first few months. I don't mean in terms of technique, though she did have a few favourite things which surprised me -- she loved having her ass cheeks squeezed almost painfully hard, for example. I mean in terms of connecting, and communicating. She was vocal, and encouraging, and loving, and considerate. And, by no means a minor factor, she loved sex.

She was always interested to hear about my other experiences, and about my fantasies. I was a little tentative about sharing these, but she was gently persistent. And of course, she was happy to share her own.

"Rape," she said. "That's a tricky one. Most of me hates the idea, but part of me... yes, I could get turned on by it in the right circumstances. I think so, anyway. But I think I just prefer slightly rougher sex."

We were lying in bed, her cuddled up beside me.

"Doesn't do anything for me," I said. "Rape, I mean. I don't think I could ever do that."

"And rough sex?"

"Well, how rough are we talking?"

"Pinning me down, maybe. Not choking -- that would scare me."

"OK. Pinning you down is added to the list."

"Your turn," she said. "What have you always dreamed of doing?"

I felt a bit shy, even now, and I didn't answer immediately.

"I don't know... maybe doing it somewhere we shouldn't. Like a... changing room or something."

"Well, we can definitely do that. Next time we go into town. It's a bit tame though. Come on -- let's hear something really depraved. All men have some filthy fantasies lurking."

"Not really," I said.

"Come on. You can tell me. I won't be shocked."

"Well... I've always thought a threesome would be pretty hot."

"Oooh. Now we're getting somewhere. Charles and I had some threesomes."

"Did you enjoy them?"

"Yes... mostly. I loved how turned on he got. Me and the other girl taking turns to suck him... that felt very fun and dirty."

"Would you... get it on with the girl as well?"

"We kissed a bit. That was... ok. But it was mainly about him. One of us lying beside him talking dirty while the other rode him. That kind of thing."

I reflected, not for the first time, that Belinda's late husband had been a lucky man indeed.