0 comments/ 31427 views/ 0 favorites Lessons In Love Ch. 05 By: velvetpie Helena was floating. She was sure of it. Her outstretched hand was touching the soft cloud of Seth's palm, her questing fingers caressing his tender flesh and her other hand lazily drew circles around her hard nipples. She sighed as she pinched one, the sensation traveling through her body and pooling in her moist pussy. She had never felt like this before, like she was approaching the edge of a cliff or being swept toward the edge of a dark precipice without knowing what awaited but excited at that lack of knowledge. Seth was in heaven as well. His fingers were also wrapped around hers, softly rubbing her skin while his other hand remained wrapped around his tool. Slowly, firmly, his fist moved up and down, every nerve ending blazing where his flesh met. The feelings were sweet and his body responded to his touch more readily that it ever had before. He was a gay man. How was it that a straight woman was making him feel intimacy more deeply than he ever had before? "Are you close?" "Close?" Helena opened her eyes and looked over at him. "What's that mean?" "Are you close to cumming?" "What's cumming?" "Cumming is what happens when you achieve an orgasm and if I remember correctly, you haven't had one yet." Helena looked away. "No, I haven't." She went to move her hand away from his but he held tightly, drawing her attention back to him. "Helena, even though I'm not attracted to you, you are a beautiful woman." She stared at him in surprise. "What?" "You are." He paused, turning away from her in embarrassment. "I had an aunt that I loved very much when I was a kid. Somehow, I think she knew that I was different but she never treated me any differently than her other nieces and nephews." "Was she the first person you came out to?" Seth stared at her in surprise. "How'd you know?" "Because you knew that she'd accept you and acceptance is very important to you." Helena paused, yelping when her fingers found her clit. "Holy Mother of God! What was that?" "I suspect it was your clit." "I really have one?" "Of course you do. Why would you think you didn't?" Helena's face lost its color and Seth gave her fingers a squeeze. "Tell me." "My father. He was always telling my mother that sex was unnatural and that it was wrong. So when he got her pregnant, he was convinced that I was a direct result. I grew up learning that anything that had to do with sex was wrong." "But you know differently now." "Do I?" Seth turned toward her, releasing her hand so that he could lift her chin up, their eyes meeting. "Rub your clit again." Helena stared back into his eyes, slowly letting her fingers part her wet flesh and find the tiny hidden button. She pressed against it and the breath left her throat, a shiver snaking through her body in response. She noticed that his hand was moving also, stroking his hard cock as she stroked her own pussy, his juices glistening as brightly as hers. His fingers found hers and they tightened softly, sharing a connection that went past the touch of skin. Seth watched her with a sense of amazement. He had never witnessed someone having a first orgasm and it suddenly felt him feeling like a jackass. His sexual problems were miniscule compared to someone who had never tripped. His strokes matched with her movements, his eyes locked to hers. "You know differently now, Helena." He whispered, lengthening his strokes as he felt his release approaching. He cupped the fat head of his cock, squeezing and stroking at the same time, his eyes closing and his toes curling. Helena heard his words and closed her eyes as well, giving herself over to the sensations that were rocketing through her body. Her pussy was dripping with juices and her fingers slid loosely between her lips, delving deeply into her honeypot and pushing herself closer to the edge. When a pair of warm hands cupped her breasts, she didn't struggle; she turned onto her back, allowing better access and moaned when her nipples were pinched, then sucked into two hot mouths. "Oh, yes." She opened her eyes and was surprised to find Gwennie on one breast and Archer on the other, licking and sucking her small breasts into hard nubs. Grant appeared at her feet, rubbing his hands over the goose-pimpled flesh of her legs and Sunny's warm hands caressed her shoulders, her murmured words of encouragement filling Helena's ears as fire coursed through her body. Her fingers moved faster and deeper, the feelings building until a delicious sensation exploded in her pussy. She gasped, her pussy walls clutching her fingers as she shoved them in deeper, a fine sheen of sweat breaking over her thrashing body. An air of quiet settled over the group, punctuated by the staccato pants of Seth and Helena. Seth looked over at her, a small smile breaking out on his face and his fingers tightened around hers, rubbing lightly. "Congratulations, Helena." Everyone in the group clapped as Helena dissolved into tears, realizing that she had just had her first orgasm and she was finally free. Lessons In Love Ch. 06 "That was beautiful!" Sunny gushed, watching Helena recover and accept congratulations from the others in the group. "Helena, you have accomplished your objective. You may leave, if you wish." Helena looked around at the smiling faces that surrounded her, her line of sight falling on Seth's face and wondering at the despair that she saw there. "No, Sunny. If it's all right with you, I think I'll stay to help the group." Sunny touched her shoulder. "Thank you for being so unselfish." She walked back to the front of the room, pulling a robe on and subsequently handing one to each of the participants. "Let's break for lunch now." She waited for everyone to dress before she opened the door and let three men in. They wheeled a couple of carts in along with beer and wine and everyone dug in to fried chicken, cold, crisp salad and assorted side dishes. Helena filled her paper plate with chicken, salad and macaroni and cheese and sought out Seth, who was sitting by himself near a window. "Do you mind if I join you?" "No. Not at all." He unfolded his legs and moved so that she could sit in the tiny space. She set her glass of Coors down and tucked into her food, stealing glances at him while she ate. "I'm very proud of you." His soft words made her stop mid-bite. "Thank you." "I'm really serious, Helena. You've overcome a big obstacle today." "And what about you?" "What about me?" He wiped his hands and reached for his fork, stabbing a pile of cole slaw. "I haven't conquered my problem yet." "No." Helena set her fork down and grabbed her beer. "Maybe because you haven't admitted to your problem yet." Seth stopped chewing and looked up at her. "What?" "You heard me, Seth." She drank more of her beer and set it down, forking some salad into her mouth. "You haven't admitted your real problem yet." "What the hell are you talking about?" "Your sexual preference. You're not gay." Seth just stared at her, his mouth hanging open, his guts twisted in fear. "What did you say?" "You're not gay. You want everyone to think that but you aren't." "I am too gay." "No, you're not. You have a proclivity toward anal sex, you like older women and you're embarrassed about both." Helena watched his face pinwheel through anger, despair and desolation before he turned away. "I think you're here to find out how to deal with that." "You don't know what you're talking about." "Then why are you being so defensive?" She hissed, glaring at him. "What I don't understand is why you can't just admit what you like and ... " "Fuck off, Helena. Just because you had an orgasm doesn't mean that you suddenly understand me." Helena watched him walk away and turned back to the window, wondering what she could do to get through to him. Gwennie and Archer silenced their conversation as Seth stalked past, dumping his half-eaten meal in the trash and slamming the door open as he went outside. "Wonder what the hell's going on with him?" "Nothing more than the usual, I'd guess." Gwennie giggled, wiping her mouth and laughing heartily. Archer shook his head, smirking as he tossed a shot of Johnnie Walker Black back and following with a swallow of Budweiser. "You sure sound different from the girl I met this morning." She smiled. "Maybe I am." "The girl I met this morning told everyone that her name was Bitch." A look of fear crossed her face and he immediately regretted his words. "You're a different person now." "Am I?" "Of course you are." He tossed back another shot. "Especially since you'll be living in my house." "I will?" "I have three bedrooms in my house, Gwennie. It seems to me that you could put one of them to good use." Archer smiled. "As long as you can close your ears to the noises of people fucking." "I do that now." She chewed her chicken, swallowing before she continued. "And one of the people fucking is me." "Then it's not fucking, Gwennie. It's rape." He lifted his beer and took a deep swallow. "No woman deserves to be taken brutally in the name of love." "He doesn't love me, Archer. He never did." She set her plate down, opting for her beer. "His name is Greg and I met him three years ago. I was an addict and he was the only one who seemed to care enough to help me kick the habit." "But?" "But he was always more interested in abusing me than helping me." "Why didn't you leave?" "I had no where to go." "Well, now you do." Archer grabbed a slice of plum tomato from her plate and munched heartily. "So what do you say?"