Message-ID: <398.repost$980811050751@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Paris Waterman" Subject: REPOST: HELEN & I Chapters 1-3 (10, 9, 9) MF Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980810200849.15863.qmail@hotmail.com> HELEN AND I By Paris Waterman © Paris Waterman 1997   CHAPTER 1. Helen is my lover. The question that continues to puzzle me is are we in love, or are we in love with lust? We met at a neighbor's party on the Fourth of July, but another five months would pass before we became extremely interested in each other. How shall I describe Helen? My first impression was of her long graceful legs and marvelous ass barely hidden behind denim shorts. I was moving across the room to be closer to her when she turned to face me. Well...deja vu! There was the face I had dreamed of since puberty. Glasses that seemed to be slipping dangerously down her nose covered Helen's exceedingly green eyes. In terms measured as drop-dead gorgeous, she possessed a generous, but perky nose. Her face was surrounded by luxurious auburn hair. This combination made for striking features. As I recall, she wore a Tee shirt that read "Hi Sailor!" across abundant breasts. Our eyes met, and I introduced myself and learned her name was Helen, but I moved past her to the bar and lost the opportunity to engage her in further conversation. Later, months later, I found Helen to be smooth and lustrous, both in style and form. But on that July day nothing happened beyond that casual introduction. I do have a wife - Maggie, whom I love very much. Several years ago there was an accident, a terrible accident. Now Maggie remains in a coma with little hope of recovery. I managed to function, but the stress of Maggie's condition, job pressures and bills combined to wear me down. My poor performance at work was the first signal. I was in a funk of despondency and couldn't lift myself out of it. The household chores didn't get done. Dishes piled up; beds went unmade and unchanged. Worst of all, I sat by Maggie's bed in the skilled nursing home and stared off into space. I had become useless to everyone. It was my Mother-in Law, Tess who pried me loose from my mired mind. "I'd send you to the doctor if I thought it'd help," Tess said. "But what you really need right now is to get laid." I was jolted into reality. "What did you say? I love Maggie, and she..." "Oh shut up," Tess growled. "I know what I'm talking about. If I thought Maggie would be offended I'd never suggest it, but it's exactly what she'd want for you." Tess went on. " Life goes on. Find someone. Start a relationship. Get on with your life." With that said and tears rolling down her face, Tess went home and left me alone to think about it.     CHAPTER 2. It was a frigid, bleak, December day when Helen and I met the second time. We were several minutes into a general conversation outside the local Harris Teeter with our shopping carts head to head. I was pleased that Helen actually recalled our meeting last July. There were dark storm clouds rolling in and the turbulent winds sweeping across the parking lot forced Helen's skirt to mold itself to her body. She might as well have been nude from the waist down. I felt my cock become rigid for the first time since Maggie's accident. I remembered what Tess had told me. I looked at Helen and found her staring at the bulge in my pants. Why I said it I'll never know. But I do things like this on occasion, just on impulse. "Well, I guess you can tell that Bubba and I are glad to see you." Helen snorted twice then burst out laughing. I allowed a smug grin to cross my face. Inside I had begun to glow. I was being reborn. God, she was beautiful when she laughed. And what a laugh it was. A genuine laugh, nothing held back. (Later that night Helen told me that was the first time she had really laughed in over a year. Her divorce had caught her by surprise and left her devastated.) She smiled at me. Her smile contained hidden promise and intrigue. My cock was at full mast now. The blustering wind whipped my slacks around my legs making my hard-on very conspicuous to onlookers. Fortunately for me they were some distance away, too busy fighting the wind to notice my best friend Bubba's emergence. Helen, still smiling said, "Tell Bubba I'm glad to see him too." She kissed me on the lips and turned to go. No! I thought, don't let her go! I managed to stammer out an invitation to dinner that night. She declined, but was still smiling, when she said, "I can't do dinner, but do come over to my place about nine tonight. Here's my address and phone number." Numbly I accepted. Bubba erupted in my pants. I managed to drive home without getting into an accident. I recall the clouds were black and threatening, and the wind buffeting the car, but my heart soared, I was above it all. And Helen was the wind beneath my wings. CHAPTER 3. I arrived home, took one look around and was amazed at the slovenly appearance of each room I entered. I began a non-stop cleanup campaign. Kitchen first. Strangely enough the necessary cleaning tools were readily available. (I had not used them very often following Maggie's accident.) The bedroom was torn apart and clean linen and bedding replaced scuzzy sheets and a stained blanket. Good news! The vacuum still worked. I used it until I thought the motor would burn out. I saved the bathroom for last. As I finished cleaning it I realized it was 8 PM. I managed to shave without cutting my face up, showered and dressed. Giving a mental thanks to Tess for picking up my stuff at the cleaners I stepped into a pair of dark blue corduroy slacks, pulled on a light yellow sports shirt, grabbed my Marlboro Man jacket and headed for the door. After one step outside I returned somewhat chagrined that I had to add socks and loafers to my attire. I was flying. Fortunately, Helen lived nearby. I walked, seemingly on air, regaining consciousness in time to ring the bell to her apartment. Helen greeted me at her door wearing a black negligee, with some sort of dark green shimmer to it as she moved. I liked it. No, that's putting it mildly, I would have liked it if she were bundled up in a Russian army overcoat. I was stunned by it! Helen acted quickly to bring me out of my stupor. She put her arms around me saying: "How are my new good friends Jim and Bubba?" And she kissed me. A long, sloppy kiss. I was rusty and actually, so was Helen. But, hey! Once you learn how to ride a bicycle . . .. We were grinding against each other before that kiss ended and the next one started. This one was deep, with her tongue pushing slowly into my mouth. Her breath tasted of cinnamon. There was a delightful fragrance emanating from her. I never remembered to ask what it was. What a wuss! I began to flick my tongue over and under hers. We abandoned ourselves to the kiss. I moved my hands over her firm ass and clenched her cheeks with my fingers as I crushed her pelvic area to my loins. Our mouths never separated. Saliva began to build up. I swallowed it, and powered by a desire I had never known before, started moving my tongue at a frantic pace - in, out, over, and around. Helen matched me with her intensity. I broke the kiss only to move to her neck, which I started to suck and lick with the same energy I'd used with the kiss. I had to touch her breasts, to suck her nipples, to lick her skin everywhere. So I did. Helen began to moan, and started licking my earlobe. I shuddered in pleasure. Pinching a nipple between my thumb and forefinger with one hand, while alternating between licking and biting the other nipple. Although already rigid, her nipples seemed to increase in size as I played on. I looked down and noted Helen's free hand caressing herself between her legs. She moved her lips back to my mouth and our tongues resumed wrestling. We lost our balance and fell, landing softly on a muslin colored couch. Helen, mouth still locked to mine, reached for my hand and placed it at the junction between her legs. Her panties were so wet at first I thought she'd pissed in her pants. (I really was rusty.) Two of my fingers found their way inside the panties. Eventually, I left her mouth and breasts to concentrate on her sopping wet cunt. She rotated her hips against my fingers, indicating the place, pace and pressure she needed. I increased the tempo and she began to come. With the lower portion of her body quivering uncontrollably, Helen came a second time. Hell, maybe that was still the first one, I was not keeping track, and I had too many other things going on. I withdrew my fingers and instantly Helen got quite vocal about what she wanted me to do next. She got what she wanted as I buried my face in the thick auburn hair covering her cunt and tasted her juices for the first time. Oh! God! The sweetness! My tongue entered her cunt as far as it could. (Just testing, someone once called me a dipstick, and I . . .well, you know . . ..) I started licking along the folds of her labia, alternating from one side to the other, deliberately avoiding contact with her clit. Instead, I shifted position slightly and began licking her asshole, which had a rather pleasant pungent taste. (Another victory for mind over matter. Actually, Helen was dishwasher clean.) My tongue's contact caused her to heave away from me as though she'd been shocked. (Later I learned this was indeed the case.) But, her ass returned to my tongue quickly enough. When a sufficient amount of saliva was deposited, I stiffened my tongue and penetrated her asshole. Why would I do this you ask? For the same reason Hillary (Edmund, not Clinton, climbed Everest, that's why - because it was there). This produced a sharp gasp from Helen. Moments later, she started cuming again. She began a convulsive wriggling, and my tongue was momentarily trapped in her hole. I panicked, and slapped her ass hard, causing her muscles to relax momentarily and regained the use of my tongue. My God, this woman was hot. (Does this momentary reflection mean that my mind was not totally in the gutter, but engrossed in philosophic trends of thought regarding . . ..)? Oh, shit! We were falling! Closely entwined, we rolled slowly off the couch to the plush, dark green carpet below. Bumpily-bump-bump! That proved to me that there's a time to think and a time to act. I returned to the action. After removing her panties, I slowly inserted the wet index finger of my left hand up to the second knuckle in her ass without any difficulty. Two fingers on my right hand returned to their earlier journey, sliding in and out of her cunt, the entrance of which was now covered with white foam. (All this per the instructions on page 17 of the sex manual I bought at a garage sale last week.) Helen was moaning, "Give me your cock! Come on, fuck me!" I ignored her plea, never feeling more powerful. "Not yet," I growled, between licking and sucking her hardened nipple. Then I lowered my head to her frothy, succulent cunt and sought out her clit. I lifted my head and glanced up at Helen as she lay there on the carpet. The richness and intensity of her once pale complexion now splotched with crimson blushes; coupled with her tousled, auburn hair and lust filled, smoky green eyes was a stark contrast against the dark emerald green carpet. (I reprimanded myself, insisting that I get the hell out of English 101, and back to the good parts.) So I did. I returned to her blood engorged clit and lightly licked it. Helen clenched the carpet, grabbing a fistful in each hand as she cried out, "That's it baby! Oh, God! Do that . . .. Yeessss! Oh, God! Oooh, God! I had taken her clit between my teeth and very gently nipped it with my teeth. The musky odor from Helen's sopping wet cunt was overpowering. I came up for air, then quickly lowered my face back into the wet, ferruginous colored curls comprising the hairy bush surrounding her wondrously sweet tasting cunt. Helen screamed out in pleasure at the moment of contact when I resumed nibbling her clit. Her entire pelvic area was rotating in a circular fashion. "Oh, oh, oh, God, oh, God, I'm gonna explode" Helen shrieked. I thrust my tongue deep inside her, and wedged a second finger deep into her asshole, and began moving both in and out at rapid pace. (I think I could have fisted her ass at this point.) Helen started thrusting her ass toward the ceiling. I nipped at her clit one more time, and held on slowly increasing the pressure. Helen screamed, "I'm cumming! Oh, God I'm cumming. Ohhh, please stop! I can't take anymore!" She seemed serious about my stopping, so moments later I released her clit, gave her ass one last frig and kissed her softly on the mouth. She tried to return the kiss, but couldn't. "I'm dead," she said. "I can't believe how I feel. I'm in Heaven, Ohhhhh, I can't stop cumming!" I held her close, alternatingly kissing her neck, her shoulder and then her breast. I kept my hand pressed firmly against her wet mound, which was soaked with a combination of my saliva and Helen's juices. Helen shuddered when I licked her nipple, then gasped and said: "My God, we haven't fucked yet!" I smiled and replied, "that's all right honey. Me and Bubba can wait awhile. We have all night don't we?" "We sure do," she sighed. That being the case, we both fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. For other stories by Paris Waterman try: http://www.members.xoom.com/Pandas_Pen/index.html -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----