Episode 42 - Lee and Helen
Lee introduced Helen to the sad bunch of occupants sitting on the steps. Sara smiled and held out her hand,
‘Hi. Welcome to the neighbourhood,’ she said ruefully.
Helen shook Sara’s hand delicately.
‘Good lord, are all Australian women so gorgeous?’ she giggled. Sara blushed and quickly retrieved her hand.
Lee grunted that they should probably get something to eat.
Helen agreed and they went into the apartment. Helen threw her handbag on the coffee table and lay down on the couch. She stretched out like a contented cat and Lee had to pull her eyes away and make herself busy in the kitchen. She yelled to Helen, asking if a chicken stir fry was ok. Helen said it sounded divine.
Lee threw together some bits and pieces from the fridge, glad to have something to keep her occupied other than Helen. Her hormones were raging and she was battling with her desires against her logic. Cooking was a therapy for her and she felt at home in the kitchen. She chopped and diced and in 20 minutes she had prepared dinner. She went back into the living room with two plates piled high with crisp vegetables and chicken.
Helen was sleeping soundly with her hands behind her head. Her halter top had hitched up, exposing more supple midriff and the bottom of a lacy bra. Lee shivered. She debated on whether to wake her and decided to let her sleep. She took Helen’s plate back into the kitchen and covered it with cling wrap and sat herself up on the bench cross legged.
She picked at her plate, not eating, but slowly moving vegetables around with a fork and watched whilst the english beauty, who had captured her heart and soul, slept.
Two hours later, Lee was still watching. The remnants of her meal sat beside her. Mere food could not sustain her as Helen could. Lee didn’t think she could ever tire of drinking her with her eyes. It was getting a bit chilly so she fetched a blanket from her room and began to cover Helen.
She stirred.
‘Oh, I seemed to have dozed off. I’m sorry.’ Helen appologised, ‘I guess it’s jet lag.’
Lee smiled,
‘That's ok, do you want to go to bed?’ she asked.
‘Is that a proposal?’ Helen purred and stretched her legs. She twirled a strand of her blond hair with her fingers. Lee went crimson. She was stuck for words. She thought of the meal she had prepared earlier,
‘Do you feel like eating anything?’ she stammered.
‘Mmmmmmm....that would be scrumptious,’ replied Helen. She crawled off the couch like a big cat and stalked her prey on all fours. She grabbed Lee by the hip pockets of her jeans and rubbed her cheek against the denim crotch. ‘I’ve been wanting to do this all day,’ she sighed.
Lee stood like a statue, her mouth agape. It had been a long time since she had fancied a woman and even longer since one had fancied her back.
‘What about Jules?’ she croaked.
‘She’s not here, Lee, but we are. Let’s make the most of it.’
‘I can’t!’ Lee cried and cursed herself for having morals. She wanted her so bad she could taste her.
Helen tugged at the denim pockets and pulled Lee down into a kneeling position so they were at eye level to each other. She began nibbling at her face and neck, then bit down hard on Lee’s shoulder. She licked the wound and kissed away the pain. It was a bitter-sweet sensation that caused Lee to succumb.
Trepidation and betrayal flew from her mind and was replaced by an ardent need to have this woman who obviously wanted her. Instinct took over and Lee yipped for joy and threw off the shackles that where her concience.
Helen tore off Lee’s shirt. Buttons flew and bounced on the carpet. Lee groaned and helped Helen out of her shirt and bra with nervous, yet determined, fingers.
Lee’s eyes bulged when she had freed Helen’s breasts from the confines of the lacy lingerie. She had always been a breast woman and these babies were amazing. Helen’s nipples stood erect, surrounded by a translucent pink aureole, spider webbed with light blue capillaries. Lee reached out to touch them...paused...then gave way to her desires...to want and be wanted by a woman who she truly felt she could worship.
They writhed on the floor, clothing ripped and thrown unwanted; discarded like useless rags. Helen positioned Lee’s knee between her thighs and began to grind herself against it.
‘Oh, god! Oh, god!’ she started to chant, pulling Lee closer to her and rocked on her leg. ‘That feels so gooood.’ she crooned. Lee’s hand wandered to the center of Helen and she gently caressed her soft silkiness, parting glistening fleshy folds of womanhood, kneading her clitoris with her thumb.
Helen urged her hips forward to greet the rhythmic massage of Lee’s hand and encouraged a finger to enter her. She shivered slightly and caught her breath, her vaginal muscles spasmed and engulfed the finger that she had invited. Lee grew bolder and offered her more. With gentle persuasion she manouvered three fingers, each touching and deftly pleasing the inner sanctum of her guest.
Helen rocked in Lee’s lap; slow at first, then building her rhythm, sighing with each forward motion in Lee’s ear. Her long nails started to claw at Lee’s back, who winced but did not mind the pain. She grew more ardent in her quest to please Helen and increased pressure on her clitoris, squeezing it between her thumb and knuckle, then tickling the hood teasingly.
Helen howled and threw her head back, long blond hair cascading. She locked her arms around Lee’s neck and pulled her towards her, wanting her more, needing her. Her body contorted, shuddered and she let out a scream and bit into Lee’s neck. Lee groaned and held her to her like a captive and slowed down her pace to a gentle stroke.
They collapsed beside each other on their backs, breathing hard. Lee stared at the ceiling, unable to move in her ‘just got layed’ coma.
‘I don’t suppose you have a cigarette handy?’ Helen asked. Lee reached into her jeans pocket and produced one from a battered packet. She lit it for Helen with an unsteady hand. Her fingers glistened with woman elixir.
‘Best cure for jet lag I’ve ever had’ Helen commented, exhaling her cigarette smoke. They laughed and hugged. Lee had never been so happy.
to be continued... |
