1 comments/ 17560 views/ 2 favorites Summers Eve By: Nocturnal_Nymph It was one of those heats where the shirt is suctioned to your back, where your underwear becomes a chastity belt. The heat that sticks to you like glue, suffocates your senses. The day was drawing to a close, home time by the clocks.” trouble was tourists don’t seem to watch the time when they are on holidays”. She thought to her self, noticing a Black Audi Sports slowly moving down the driveway. Peeking out the window she observed a hansom man emerge from the car estimating him to be about 5’10’’ with wavy dark locks to his shoulders. Scanning her eyes along his body noticing leather sandals, cool linen pants the hue of fresh cream and a tight t-shirt accentuation his toned torso. She smiled a dreamy smile, tracing her lips with her long fingernails, “just like the man I see in my dreams’ she softly sighed. Walking in with purposeful strides he reached the little shop in just moments. She held her breath the whole time. Maybe she was dreaming. The heat surrounded her as soon as he stepped in. More intense than even the hottest of hottest summers day. She felt it all round her, in, through, over, above and inside her. Trying to down play the excitement that was rising inside of her, almost forgetting where she was. Softly she asks if he would like to look around. His smile: made her insides melt. “Thank you Ma’am I’d love to look around.” His voice, her knees buckled. Leading the way she takes him to the vast lavender fields. Lush blooms of purple flowers swayed in the gentle breeze, She ran her long fingers across the top of the bushes releasing their heady scent attaching its self to future memories of this moment She could feel him watching her…she was certain she could feel what he was thinking…a tingle ran along her spine Stopping mid row of lavender…. slowly she turns. He smiles down to her. His finger slowly traces her face. Her lips. She ternately kisses his finger, as it’s brushed past. They didn’t need words they already knew what each of the other wanted. Leaning into his body she kisses him deeply. Fire and passion sparks between them. Soft sighs escape their bodies to mix in the atmosphere. His hands roam her body already knowing every curve and line. She moves with him Her body moulded to his. As one. Tongues intertwined moans of pleasure ripple along teasing the mouth further. She feels him pressed up against her, throbbing begging to enter her. Together they drop down on the lush bed of grass. Mouths bound together never leaving the warmth of the kiss. Tongues intertwined, gently stroking the other. Hands exploring each other’s body. Leaning back into the cool lawn, she opens her legs allowing him access to her soaked pussy. His fingers teasingly play with the pink lips. His mouth travels along her neck offering her body moments of pain with sharp nips then soothing gentle kisses. He presses the throbbing tip of his shaft along the lips of her awaiting pussy. Using it to tantalize her clit out from its hood. Her hips wiggle and squirm under him. Anticipating his next move. Her body moves with his. He enters her slowly…deliberately. She feels every inch. Nails rake his back. They both moan deeply as his kisses become more intense his nips sharper and hungrier. Her legs wrap around him drawing him in close. Their bodies move as one. Her pussy is tight on his cock, rippling soft contractions along him. He thrusts in hard her nails bite into his skin. Whispering to him to ‘fuck her hard’ feeling the reaction of her words on him as he groans and hits her wall over and over. Sinking his fangs into her neck she cries out in pure pleasure. He drinks hungrily as he continues to fuck her hard. Blood and sweat cover their bodies. Removing his fangs he looks into her eyes His gaze bores into her soul. Licking the blood from his chin a deep growl comes from with in her, hasty kisses cover his face moving to his neck. Her slender fangs slide into his skin. His body squirms in ecstasy. The thrusts harder and faster her legs locked behind his back. Grinding to each other knowing their climax will be heaven on earth. Moans coming louder and louder they shudder against each other as he fills her with cum her orgasm milks his cock drawing from him every last drop. Kissing deeply they lay in the soft green grass on a mid summers eve. Notes…more padding. Summer's Eve It was the summer before I started freshman year of college. My 19th birthday was tomorrow and I was spending a week it in upstate New York at my grandparents beach house for the celebration. It was the third week of August, the nights were becoming a little cooler and the sunsets a little earlier. I had decided to take a walk after dinner down to the beach to watch the sunset. I wanted to be alone and enjoy the time I had left of my summer. I was 18, almost 19 and liked the time I had to myself. When I reached the beach, there weren't too many people around, it was quiet and peaceful. When I reached the sand, I took off my flip flops, let my feet sink into the warm sand and began walking down the beach away from the small crowd of people. The sun was setting slowly, the reflection dipping low over the waters surface, the orange and pink of the sun painting the sky. The smell of the salt in the water lingering under my nose and the chill of the summer nights air sending goosebumps over my exposed skin. The sun was gone and the stars were appearing in the sky. Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't realize what was happening until my senses snapped my back to reality. He had me pinned against the tree, his lips on mine and his hands binding mine together, I wasn't able to push him away, though every time we were together, pushing him away was the last thing that ever came to mind. I pulled away from his lips, catching my breath, my flip flops now at my feet, my hands still bounded. "How do you do that?" Knowing he knew exactly what I meant. "I know when to catch you off guard and I choose my moment perfectly." I just smiled, knowing what he had in mind and loving it. Trying to free my hands, I kissed him, our lips locked and tongues tangled, I released him and slowly moved along his jawline, down the side of his neck, hearing his stifled moan, I felt his hands loosen around my wrist as I sucked in his warm skin into my wet, hot mouth and sprawled my hands under his shirt and over his flat, smooth stomach. At this moment, it was completely dark, the stars were shining and the beach was deserted. I took his hand and lead down toward the water, sat down in the sand and sank in, waiting for him to join. He sat down next to me after a few moments, facing the water, listening to it crash to shore. I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder, the cool breeze brushing over my bare skin. After sitting there for minutes without looking at each other or touching one another, he finally turned toward me, took my face into his hands and kissed me, soft and sweet, gentle, feeling and tasting every curve of my plump mouth, nibbling so softly on my bottom lip. I instantly felt heat creep up my neck and spread across my body like wild fire. I laid back on the sand, my body soft, hot and relaxed, beyond ready for what I knew was going to happen. He laid next to me, kissing down my neck and along my bare shoulder. I sat up and threw my tank top over my head, exposing my big breast and hard nipples. His eyes lingered over them then moved his mouth over one, taking my little pink nipple into his hot, wet mouth. As he did that, I reached down, unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down, kicking them off, completely naked now. He sat up, hovering over my body, his eyes big with excitement, thoughts of what he planned on doing to me plaguing his mind. He again took my nipple into his mouth then moved to the other one, then slowly and teasingly started kissing down my stomach to my navel, lapping his tongue around the inside of it. He continued down again until his mouth was just above my pussy. He kissed it so gently, ran his finger down my slit and felt my wetness. He looked me in the eye as he licked his fingers, tasting me. Wanting more, he spread my pussy lips and dipped his tongue inside, probing my clit, sucking it and licking it, I felt like my body was on fire. He than became fingering me as he licked and played with my clit. Within minutes, I felt my body start to shake and that hot wave hit me, my mind lost in the pleasure that was just gifted to my body. He removed his finger and tongue from my pussy as I came back down to earth. Then, surprising him, I rolled over and soon was on top of him, feeling how hard he already was through his pants, his hard dick touching my soft, warm, wet crouch. I sat up looking down at him as he ran his hands up my stomach, cupping my bare breast, my back arching to his touch, seeking more. Closing my eyes, lost in the moment of pleasure, I slowly began rocking my hips back and forth, stroking the length of his hard dick as his thumbs played softly over my hard nipples. I was completely lost, his touch, the smells, the stars in the nights sky all playing its part. I was no longer on planet earth, no longer thinking, just doing. I ripped his shirt over his head and threw it behind me. I reached down and unbuttoned his pants, ripping them down. He then sat up, pressing his warm chest into my stomach and shoved his face into my deep cleavage, tasting and smelling them. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back, naked, Brandon naked on top of me, kissing and licking every inch of me. I was so beyond ready, I arched myself up to him as he positioned himself, leaned in and pushed just the head of his dick in and stopped, causing me to go crazy and lose it. I arched more, pushing myself up as much as I could possible, feeling every inch of him slide in as he pushed the rest of the way in, digging my hands into the sand, losing myself completely. His thrust came harder and faster as I matched them, his lips and mouth all over my body, the feel of the mist from the ocean spraying over our bodies moving together as one. Within minutes, I was coming, screaming as another wave hit me, shattering my entire world, my inner muscles tightening around his dick as he pushed in harder. Just as I was floating down from my high, another one hit me, the same time as his hit him, our bodies shaking and shattering, our orgasms taking over our minds and bodies. Brandon came to a complete stop, collapsing on top of me, both out of breath and sweaty, sand sticking to our bodies. After laying there for what seemed like forever, he looked at me and said "Happy Birthday Baby." We got up and took a dip into the cool water, skinny dipping together under the stars, washing away the sand, floating in the water embraced in each others love, the stars shining down upon us. Summer's Eve Pt. 01 This story grew longer than I expected, but I hope you will bear with it. There will be a few more parts. Hopefully. When I come around to write them. Leave your comments and opinions, I appreciate feedback. ***** "Honey?" Helena had placed her elbow on the table and now rested her head in her hand. A tuft of blonde hair had fallen down over her face and covered the left eye. She peered through this soft curtain at her husband.. "I was thinking about going down to the lake to take a swim. What do you think?" The garden surrounding the cottage was green and lush, and for once the rain had made a pause. The early evening sky was still cloudy, but the incessant drizzle had finally stopped. It was the middle of summer - the day after Midsummer Eve, in fact - but the weather had, as it so often did in Sweden, refused to acknowledge the popular celebration. But now you could almost see rays of sunlight peeking through the clouds and warming the earth below. Helena and Lars were sitting on veranda of his parents cottage and looking out at the garden. The couple's two sons - Erik and Alexander - were playing somewhere on the other side of the house, out of view but easy to hear as they chased each other around with their new water pistols. Lars' parents were inside the cottage itself and watching some movie on the TV. The evening meal was over and the table had just been cleaned.. However, even despite their best efforts to eat everything there was still plenty of canned herring, meatballs, potatoes with dill and everything else that was a part of a traditional Midsummer feast filling the fridge. That was without even mentioning all the beer and liquor remaining in the house cellar. Lars turned his head and looked at his wife. He looked thoughtful but tired, his eyelids heavy and threatening to close any second. After a few moments he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." he said. "Do you want to take a bath?" "Yeah." Helena nodded. "It's not raining, and I tried the water earlier today. It should be warm enough to take a dip." "Hm." Helena almost immediately guessed what his answer was be, even before he opened his mouth. "Look hon, I'm really damn tired today. I don't think I can manage." Helena sighed to herself. "It's okay." "Maybe tomorrow? Maybe the weather will keep up. Just... not today. Sorry." "It's okay." she repeated and smiled at him. "You should probably go to bed. You look like you are going to drop down any moment now." Lars chuckled. "Maybe you are right. When should we put the kids to sleep?" "It is not that late yet." Helena's eyes wandered over to the clock on the wall. "It's barely ten. I guess they can stay up for about half an hour more." "Man, I could really go for a nap right now." "Then do it." she urged him. "You don't have to keep me company." "Look, if you really want to go and..." "It's fine, don't worry." she straightened out in her chair and winked at him. Her long blonde hair fell down and framed her pretty heart-shaped face. "It's not like today is the last day of summer." She reached out with her hand and put it on the table in front of him. Lars put his on her's and squeezed her fingers with his. "Will you be able to handle the kids by yourself?" "Not by myself." she said. "Your parents are here too. I'm sure you can get them to take care of the kids. You go and sleep." Husband and wife were silent for a while, sitting by the table and exchanging lazy looks. Helena was thirty-four, but a combination of good genetics, exercise and proper diet had helped keep the looks of her twenties. She was tall and slender, with long and graceful limbs. Her naturally straw-blonde hair she usually she wore it in a ponytail, but right now it fell freely over her shoulders. She was attractive, you had to give her that; large blue eyes, cute nose and full lips on an comely face in general. This evening Helena was dressed in a flowery white skirt and white blouse. Nothing special, but still in keeping with the summer theme. "You know..." she mused and her eyes wandered to the garden outside again. "I think I will go take myself a dip after all. It's just too nice of a weather to let go to waste." "Alone?" Lars asked, slightly opening his eyes. He was older than her - thirty-nine in fact - but still handsome. A tall brunette, reasonably fit and with expressive grey eyes. The only thing she did not quite like with him was the dark stubble covering his cheeks and chin and which he had let grow during the stay at the cottage. Thankfully facial hair was something easily adjustable, and did not bother Helena too much. "Why not?" she countered his question with one of her own. "It's quiet and nice. Or are you afraid of letting me wander off on my own for some reason?" "Of course not." he shrugged. "But it might get lonely." "Nah.." Helena shook her head. "Besides, a little bit of peace and quiet might be nice right now. Walking alone through the forest and listening to the birds, then skinny-dipping in the lake as the sun goes down." She chuckled as she saw his eyes flutter open. "Skinny dipping?" Helena smiled lewdly at him. "Maybe. What is it to you?" "Is nudism even allowed in these parts?" "It's not nudism." he was joking, of course, and Helena jokingly protested. "That and skinny-dipping are two completely different things. But okay - no skinny-dipping. You prude, you." "I'm not a prude." he said. "I'll gladly join you tomorrow night for some skinny-dipping" Helena gave a throaty chuckle and rose from the table, but let her hand linger in his for an extra moment or two. "I'll look forward to it. Anyway, I'll go and get my things. I don't think I'll be gone for long." *** Soon she was walking down the forested path which led to the lake. There were only a few cottages in the area, and most of their inhabitants seemed to be at home watching TV or - as in Lars' case - already sleeping. The air was cool and pleasant and there was a certain freshness to it. The sky above the green canopies was not clear, but neither did the clouds covering it look all that threatening. Once or twice Helena even thought she could see a ray of pure sunlight seep down at the forest floor. Helena had changed to her bikini in the cottage bathroom before heading off, but kept the skirt and blouse over it. Even if there was no around to see her she did not feel like walking around half-naked. She was not that lewd. Besides her clothes and swimsuit Helena was only bringing a towel and a pair of flip flops, the latter to protect her feet from stones and roots. The walk would just take a couple of minutes, but her soles had not yet grown accustomed to going barefoot. She took deep breaths of the clean air, trying to really fill her lungs and bloodstream. When you live in the city you sometimes forget how pleasant it can be to just breathe. Helena had fixed her ponytail with a scrunchie and checked it briefly, just to make sure that it was still in place. Soon she caught the first whiff of lake in the air, and not far after that she spotted the water between the trees. It was beautiful scene. As if through a miracle the clouds had parted somewhat above the lake. The sun was slowly heading down towards the dark forested horizon, but its dying rays made the calm water shimmer and burn. The lake had a peculiar shape, and would you see it from the air it would look almost like a comma. The path led out directly to the thin curved line of the comma and the beach where people usually set up their picnic blankets. The 'dot' itself was further out, partially hidden behind the forests of reeds growing along the banks. As far as Helena could see she was the only one that had decided to go for a late swim. It suited her perfectly. After a moment of consideration she decided against the beach. The path continued around the entire lake; partially on the steeper banks around the 'dot' and sometimes delving deeper into the forest before coming out to the water again. She chose the left route. While she walked Helena admired the serene scenery and kept filling her lungs with the smell of forest and lake. Birds were chirping in the treetops and helped provide a pleasant ambiance. Helena was not wandering aimlessly. On the contrary, she had a specific goal in mind - a large, flat rock which was resting on the left hand bank of the 'dot' of the comma. Dense forests of reeds were growing around it, but it effectively bridged them and and connected land with the deeper water. It took an additional minute or two to reach it, but it was not like she was in that big of a hurry. Helena stepped out of her flip-flops and was pleasantly surprised by how warm the rock surface felt against her soles. She dropped the towel and then her clothes, arranging them into a neat heap. Helena had been busy working at the office for most of the summer, and her skin was everything but tanned. She was pale to say the least, but with no one around to see she did not care much for it. At least she could be proud over the rest of her appearance. Because honestly - can all women boast of having a youthful and toned body after ten years of marriage and two pregnancies? Helena would never in her life brag about it, but inside she was pretty damn proud over herself. Sure, time had not left her completely unmarked, but those were petty, hardly noticeable details. Her belly and waist were slender and toned, and the few stretch marks reminding her of her pregnancies were barely visible on her skin. The hips were moderately wide and had a fine curve to them, and the ample breasts were threatening to spill over the bikini top. Helena could have definitely have looked worse at this age, and as she now inspected herself she was thankful for all the jogging and exercise she had forced herself through over the years. She sat down on the edge of the rock and dipped her toe into the water. It was cool but not cold. Helena had her two feet slowly slip into the water and splashed back and forth with them. Despite her love for swimming she had always been a bit of a coward when it came to getting into the water. She sat and watched the splashes glisten as they flew, and Helena enjoyed the warm caress of the sun against her body. God knew for how long the weather would last, or for how long the sun would even be around before it went into the clouds again. Helena looked around again. From where she was she could not really see the beach, but she was almost one hundred percent sure that there was no one else around. The water look really inviting. Maybe she would just ditch the bikini and go for a dip without it. Helena played with the thought for a couple of seconds, but now that it had actually stuck in her head she could not get it out. But seriously, who the hell would it hurt to 'go nudist' as Lars had put it? She made the decision. She stood up, threw one final glance around and then undid the top of her bikini. Her breasts, now free from the constraints of the fabric, fell down onto her chest. Round and mostly firm, with only the slightest hint of sag due to their weight. Helena put the top under her pile of clothes and then went for the bikini bottom. She slid it off along her legs and suddenly shivered. The air somehow felt much cooler now as it enveloped her naked body. Faced with freezing there time to hesitate. With a little defiant cry she threw herself from the rock into the lake. The water engulfed her and the cold shocked her. Goosebumps immediately covered her body. Helena kicked her way up and broke the surface in a great splash of water. A loud "Shit!" involuntarily escaped her lips. Some of her hair had escaped the scrunchie and clung wet and heavy to her face. She pushed it out of the way while her feet kept kicking to keep her afloat. For a few moments the water felt icy cold, and the shock made her heart thunder in her chest and the blood rush in her veins. But soon, especially when she got into doing breaststrokes, the shock faded. The water was suddenly not as cold anymore, and within the course of a minute or two Helena had completely adjusted to it. It was still cool, but pleasantly so. She oriented herself in the lake and took a few long breaststrokes to try out how she felt. The sensation of water enveloping and running along her naked body was strange. Sure, she had been swimming naked before, but the last time had been a long time ago. It felt unusual now, but also liberating; nothing was weighing her down and no wet fabric clinging on to her skin. Yes, liberating was the right word. And maybe naughty too. She had been a decent swimmer when she was younger, even participated in some tournaments. Quite a few years had passed since then, but Helena dared say that she still had it. She cut smoothly through the water, setting course for the middle of the dot. The water surface a few metres in front of her exploded. Surprised she stopped dead in her tracks and watched the splashes fly through the air, some of them even hitting her. A pair of arms pierced the water almost like a missile launched from a submerged submarine. But instead of continuing up into the sky with a trail of smoke and fire behind them, they splashed down into the water again and a head appeared in their stead. Helena stared, more confused than startled. Streams of water ran down from the cleanly shaven head and made it glisten in the sunlight. The man - because it was clearly a man, Helena saw it now - that had so suddenly interrupted her leisurely swim rubbed his face and then turned around. When he spotted Helena he halted himself, and now they both were staring at each other. "Hi there." the stranger said. "Hi." Helena said back. They went silent again, staring at each other with a mix of surprise and uncertainty as they stayed afloat. The stranger had dark - almost ebony black - skin. His face was handsome. You could even get away with calling it rather strong. The nose and cheekbones were prominent, the jaw square and manly. The lips were thick, the eyes peering at Helena small but intensely dark. "Ehm." he who was the first to break this increasingly awkward stand-off. He briefly looked around and glanced over his shoulder before facing her again. "This was a bit awkward." "I guess you could say that." Helena could not help but chuckle, and when the man saw her do it he smiled as well. "Hello. I thought I was alone taking a bath." "You know, up to just a moment ago I was thinking the same thing." he said and his grin grew wider. When he smiled he went from handsome to almost cute in a boyish kind of way. "You been here for long?" "No, I just got in." Helena's eyes widened in horror as she realized that she was still naked. With heart stopping in her chest she looked down into the water around her. Her body appeared as a pale, smudged thing beneath the waves of the darkish lake water, and thankfully it made it more or less impossible to see anything but the general shape of her. She still instinctively pressed an arm over her breasts. "Anyway." she quickly continued, hoping that she would be able to divert attention from her sudden silence. Hopefully the cool water would stop her cheeks from flushing red as well. "I didn't see anyone when I was getting in. Where have you been hiding?" "Ehm." he shrugged his shoulders beneath the surface. His dark body was almost invisible in the water. "I was diving." "Diving?" Helena's voice grew a bit sceptical. "For how long?" "I was diving over there -" he pointed at an area of the lake further away and an especially thick forest of yellow reeds. "I hold my breath and try to swim back and forth over the lake." "Over the lake?" "Yeah." "You mean across it?" she tried to clarify. "From side to side or along it at the longest spot?" "Along the width of... I guess you could call it the dot." he said. Helena tried to measure the distance between the two banks. "That's almost a hundred metres." she said a moment later, her forehead wrinkled. "Maybe it is a hundred metres. You can hold your breath for that long?" "Well..." he almost seemed uneasy under this onslaught of questions. "Yeah. I've not done the entire length yet. I was warming up just now." "Wow. That is pretty cool." "Thanks." Silence again. Helena hated it. Not willing to make this even weirder she forced herself to open her mouth again. "Look, sorry if I sound a bit paranoid." she said with a smile she hoped was reassuring. "It's just I didn't expect anyone just... bursting out of the water right before me like you did." "I had no idea that you were here." he shrugged again. "Seriously. I thought I was alone here. Sorry for scaring you." "You didn't scare me." Helena chuckled. "You just startled me." He chuckled to, but his eyes remain watchful. Was he really that nervous? The thought was amusing and almost made Helena laugh. That would be something - if the stranger that had caught her skinny-dipping was even more anxious about the situation than she was. But she was still hoping that he had not actually noticed her nakedness. The water had made her nipples hard, and one was now poking against the palm of her hand and the other against the arm. Staying still like this was starting to make her cold. But at the same time she was now stuck having conversation with a complete stranger in the middle of the lake. Getting out of the water was, at least for now, out of the question. "What is your name?" she asked him. "I haven't seen you here before." "Jack." he answered after a moment. "I'm not from around here. I came here for a party." "Party?" Helena's face lit up as she remembered. "Ah, I think I know. You were at that party at house No 6, am I right?" "That one." "Hard to miss you guys." she tried to joke. "You were being really loud last night." "Couldn't really avoid being that. Sorry." "You don't have to apologise. Just trying to make a joke." "Oh. I've never been here before, but we were bathing here yesterday. So I thought it would be nice to get one more dip tonight." "Okay." Helena was already feeling the cold getting to her now that she was only treading water. Awkward or not, she had to get out of this situation. "Look -" Helena said, trying to sound casual. "It's not your fault, but you really caught me at a bit of an inappropriate moment. I..." she chuckled nervously. "I'm not wearing anything, so I would really love if I could get back to my rock and get my bikini." Jack took it surprisingly well. His eyes immediately darted downwards, but Helena hoped that the water hid anything interesting from his gaze. The man nodded. "Sorry, I didn't know." he grunted. "I'll turn away, of course." "Thanks." she pointed out her rock with her hand. "I'm going to get my things there, okay?" "Sure." With one final look at him she turned and started swimming, making sure to have her body stay as deep below the surface as possible. She was still feeling chilly, but now that she finally got moving again the chill started slowly leaving her limbs. Helena quickly made her way over to the rock, then turned and looked back. Jack was still out in the middle of the lake, face turned towards her. "Turn around!" she called to him. Her voice was unexpectedly strong as it rolled over the water. "I'm getting up!" He immediately turned around, but Helena remained more than a little nervous. Even her heart was beating stronger than usual. She bit her lip and quickly climbed out of the water, shuddering as the cool air engulfed her body. As quickly as possible she pulled on the bikini bottom and reached then for the towel. Her nipples brushed against it and she hesitated. Now she had a choice - either pull on her clothes and just go after maybe saying goodbye, or bother putting on the swimsuit top and getting into the water again. Summer's Eve Pt. 01 "Don't look!" she shouted again, hoping to buy herself some more time and hopefully stop any glances from going her way. Jack seemed to be a honest fellow, however, and she could still see his dark neck when she looked at him." Being wet she shivered, but she still had trouble deciding. Go home or swim, that was the question. The water still looked very inviting, but she could not help but shake the nervousness of being around a complete stranger than almost saw her naked. Her heart was still strongly pumping in her chest when she made her decision. Helena hung the towel over her shoulders and turned her back on the man in the lake. When pulling on the bikini top her fingers fumbled and they fell from her chest. She had to quickly bend down to catch them before they hit the rock. Before long her ample breasts were safely hidden behind the thin layer of yellow polyester. Helena dropped the towel and then threw herself into the lake, eager to get away from the cold. This time the embrace of the water felt like a relief, and she set a quick course for her unexpected swimming companion. He had turned around when he heard the splash and watched her approach. "You're a good swimmer." he noted when she came closer. "Good technique." "You think?" she continued past him, turned and then started treading water again a few metres away from him. She was feeling much more confident now with a bikini on, and the whole awkwardness from earlier was like a distant memory already. "You didn't peak when I dressed, I hope?" "Of course not." he sounded quite serious as he answered. "But you really do got a good technique." "Thanks. I used to swim a lot a few years back." "Professional?" "No no." Helena gathered up her wet hair into a ponytail again and used the scrunchie to keep it in place. "Recreational, mostly. But I was in a couple of regional tournaments. Even won a bronze medal once." "Nice. Good work." "And you?" she nodded at him. "But, I guess if you can swim the whole lake without popping up for air you are pretty good." "I do my fair share." Jack said. "I like to swim. Recreational, I guess you could call it. But I've been in a few tournaments, both here and in Europe." "So you're a sportsman?" He grinned and showed of almost impossibly white teeth. "When I can afford it." Jack sunk down into the water but appeared almost immediately after a metre away. Helena watched a strong, incredibly muscular arm break the surface and then gracefully descend again as he broke into a slow, lazy crawl. He passed by her and continued towards the distant opposite bank of the lake, leaving her to ponder what to do. She was still not in any hurry, and maybe taking a swim with someone else would not be a such a bad idea after all. Helena only hesitated for a moment before she followed him. Her crawl technique was a little rusty but Jack was taking it slow. She caught up with him without problem and felt comfortable keeping the same speed as him. "Can I ask where you are from?" she wondered. They kept a low pace enough that it was easy to keep their mouths over the water. "I'm just curious-" she was quick to clarify when he looked at her. "I don't recognize your dialect. Are you from the south of the country?" "Not really." he answered moments later. "I've lived there for many years, but I was born in Kongo." "Oh." Helena grew unsure of what to say. She was not really sure how to act in these kinds of situations, and some people were really touchy around the subject of where they were frome. "You speak very good Swedish." Thankfully Jack did not seem to be a touchy. He just smiled lightly. "I've been living here since I was a kid, so I've had lots of practice." "Okay then." Helena focused on her swimming again. But even as she swam she found that it was hard not to look at Jack's arms and shoulders when they appeared out of the water. Like his head and face they were an amazingly dark shade of ebony black. The skin glistened with water and the muscles rippled with strength as they cut through the water. Even now when their movement was slow you could sense the power within them. "And you?" he asked jokingly. "Born and raised, I suppose." "As Swedish as you can get." she replied, copying the light-heartedness in his voice. "Figured." "What?" He grinned. "Nothing. Just figured that you probably were." "My God." she pretended to be surprised. "Is it really that obvious?" Jack did not answer and only grinned. For some strange reason Helena's heart fluttered briefly in her chest, but she did not pay much attention to it. They were already approaching the shore. On this side of the lake it was muddy and steep, and more or less impossible - or at least very hard - to climb. Helena pushed ahead and was the first to reach it. Jack did not fall far behind. "You really are a good swimmer." Helena said to him and gave an impressed nod. "Don't like to brag." he answered with feigned humility. "But I do my best." The smile on his face amused her. Helena wondered how old he was. He had that type of appearance that hid age very well, one that was both youthful and timeless at the same time. But given that he had been talking about the party earlier she guessed he was in his twenties. Although perhaps the people at the party cottage were a bit older, she did not really known them. It was a curious mystery for her to think about. "Do you think you can show me that long underwater dive?" she asked. "Across the lake and back to me?" "Across - not a problem. But back..." he shrugged. "I'm not THAT good." "But I need to know for sure if you can or can't." she told him. "If you can't show me, how else am I going to know that you weren't peeping at me while I was getting into the water?" Jack's stare made her laugh. "I'm just messing with you. But what about this." she pointed to the other side. "We start swimming together, then I continue to the other side while you go underwater, first to there and then back to me. I promise I won't be going too slow." Jack squinted at the other bank and sucked in his lips. He looked thoughtful. Helena watched him with a curious, even excited smile. For some reason she was really hoping that he would say yes. "Sure." he said and nodded. "I think I can do that." "Then let's get going." Helena realized that maybe she sounded a little bit too excited, but it did not seem like Jack noticed it. And if he did notice he did not care to show it in any way. "If you want to." he said, swam closer to the steep bank and then pushed himself away to get some extra speed. Helena sat course after him. Now he was keeping a higher pace, and she had to put a bit of energy into keeping up with him. She could see the soles of his feet kicking just beneath the surface and create small waves, but what really drew her eyes was his arms and back. Helena had fallen slightly behind, but from where she was she had an excellent view of him. His thick, muscular arms rose and fell as he crawled. The shoulders were just as refined, with the muscles looking as if cut from stone beneath the black skin. The same could be said for the upper parts of the back and the shoulderblades. It took her a moment to realize she was staring. As soon as the thought entered her mind she forced herself to look away. Everything in moderation - appreciating handsome muscular guys is one thing, but staring and practically drooling over them was a step too far. When they were about a third of the way to the other side he glanced over his shoulder at her. Without slowing down for even a second he took a deep breath, raised his arms in the air in front of him and then descended into the dark water. Helena saw his head, shoulders and back arch and disappear down, and... Oh god. For a split second she thought she had got something in her eyes, or just imagined it. Jack's feet splashed one final time above the surface and then the pale soles disappeared into the darkness as well. Helena involuntarily slowed down, staring at the rings of water left by him. Her heart was once more beating in her chest. Was that... a naked butt she had seen? Helena gathered herself and started swimming again with quick but still easy strokes. Her mind was still in a state of confusion, but the more she thought about it the more sure she became. When Jack's arched back disappeared into the water she had seen - only for a split second, but still - his ass peek up above the surface. The image of it was plastered in her head. As she swam there was two conflicting feelings filling her mind. One was that of appreciation - the black man-ass she had seen had looked (even though she only caught a brief glimpse of it) very toned, muscular and tight. All and all - a nice butt. But the second feeling was much more disturbing to her. Why was he naked, and why had he not even tried to tell her about it? She had been completely naked just a few metres away from an equally naked stranger, who might or might not have glimpsed her naked body. These conflicting emotions bothered her, made her heart beat harder than usual and even had her stomach flutter. It was strange, really. Helena was still swimming, and the other shore - almost completely hidden by tall reeds - was coming closer. But where was Jack? She looked over her shoulder, but he was nowhere to be seen. No bubbles, no waves, no rings of disturbed water. She was sure she had not heard him surface anywhere. Helena looked to the forest of reeds, figuring that he might have surfaced there to watch her from cover, but as far as she could see there was nothing out of the ordinary there either. Now she was starting to actually get worried. She stopped and started treading water, looking around with an increasingly concerned wrinkle written over her forehead. Had something gone wrong? He had been away for a while now, and surely no regular person could hold his breath for that long and keep swimming? The thought made her entire body go cold and goosebumps cover her skin. Vivid images of how she would start diving and looking for Jack in the dark water filled her head. A second later they were closely followed by how she would have to call the police, tell them the entire story and then, in the light of floodlights in the dark of night they would have to use divers to search the murky bottom for Jack's cold, dead body. Suddenly the darkening waters of the lake and the settling sun terrified her. Something brushed against her feet and she cried out in surprise and fear. "Aah!" she turned and started kicking for dear life, but in the next moment the surface was broken by something large and dark. Splashes flew everywhere, and this time she was close enough to get drenched by them. Jack was drawing big gulps of air and Helena could see his broad chest heave like a pair of bellows. Her heart was still hammering against her ribs when she herself drew a deep sigh of relief. "My God." she blurted. "You scared the ever living crap out of me. "Damn my heart." "Sorry." Jack answered, but she was not sure that he was being honest this time around. His big white grin certainly suggested otherwise. "Didn't mean to scare you." "But you certainly did." Helena shook her head and took another deep breath to calm her nerves. "Wow, you can kill someone by doing that. I was starting to think you had drowned." "Too early to call the cops though. Still alive, as you can see." he said, and she rolled her eyes at the smart-ass comment. "And I thought you had a pretty strong heart." "Well, what if you were wrong? Maybe I have some sort of fatal heart condition and you just manage to kill me." she snapped her fingers in the air. "Just like that." "Then I would be in a world of trouble." he nonchalantly responded. "But I got lucky." "You certainly did. So did you swim all the way, or were you just spying at me going crazy from the reeds?" "All the way. From you to the shore and then back here. That's even more than a hundred metres, I think." Helena could not help but be impressed. Such a distance, underwater and with limited visibility was something she could never see herself doing. She measured the distance swum in her head, but then that thought from before came back to her. The image of his naked ass entered Helena's mind and she felt her cheeks grow hot. She could only pray that Jack did not notice, or that the cold water kept them pale. Helena opened her mouth to say something but hesitated, and quickly closed it again. "Look, if I really scared you that much - I'm sorry." Now he actually sounded apologetic. Helena flashed him an annoyed grimace, but she could not keep up her sullen demeanour for long. "It's okay." she said. "I'll survive, somehow." They swam lazily towards the shore. By now Helena had got completely used to the water and was enjoying herself. Humans are more adapted to water than they might think. She had even seen documents about the human body's swimming capabilities. Interesting stuff, actually. Helena liked the feeling of herself effortlessly gliding through the water. She imagined that being weightless in space was something similar to this. The sun had gone into the clouds again and the water had stopped glittering. Helena saw the shadows among the trees in the forest growing darker, but there was still some daylight left. This was the middle of summer, after all, and the nights were supposed to be as short and light as they could get. She had some time to enjoy herself before having to go home. But there still was one thing that kept bothering her: the fact that Jack was probably (no, she was now sure of it) naked. She wanted to somehow comment on it, to let him know that she had found out. Helena filled her head with ways she could tip him off, or even tell him outright, but actually deciding on one was hard. Harder than expected. Several times she was about to speak up just to close her mouth a second later.. She just couldn't do it. "And what are you doing around these parts?" Jack asked after a long period of silence. They had done a semicircle along the shore and were now just floating in the water. "Me?" he took Helena off-guard. She even scratched her head while she tried to find the answer. "Yeah, you." he said with a smile. "I can't really see anyone else here." Helena responded with a curved smirk at his smart-ass comment, but she felt neither annoyed or angry. "Enjoying summer." she said. "Enjoying some time away from the office." "Nice. Are you studying too or are you working full-time?" Helena's heart jumped. She stared at him, but Jack had looked and sounded completely honest. Even now he was looking at her with a politely curious expression on his face. Once again Helena's cheeks felt like they were on fire. "Heh. No." she blurted as soon as the initial surprise had left her. "I'm working full time." "Me too." he said. "I work at a can factory back home. You can't imagine how nice it is to not have to smell frozen meat juice all day long." He deeply inhaled the evening air through his nose to show his enjoyment. Helena's cheeks were still hot, her heart was jumping in her chest and her stomach had refilled with butterflies. "So you're staying at one of the cottages?" Jack continued. "You must be, I haven't seen any other place where people could live." "Yeah, I'm staying at one of the cottages. My's cottage." Now it was his time to look at her in surprise. "In-laws?" She nodded. He wrinkled his forehead, looked to the shore and then back at her. "Really? How old are you?" "Now, that isn't a question you ask a lady now do you?" she reprimanded him with a feigned stern voice. "But yes, I'm staying here with my parents." Jack's eyes widened somewhat, but he quickly regained his composure. "So you're married?" "Yep." Helena started laughing. "Actually I am. For ten years, ten years, actually." "Damn." he simply uttered. "Wow. I thought you were like... I don't know, twentyfive." "Really?" Now this flattery was just making her feel all warm and fuzzy. She gave him an inquiring look and he shrugged. "Yeah." "Thank you." she said and laughed again. "That's very nice of you to say that." "I really thought you were twentyfive. Twentysix maybe, something like that." he muttered. "How old are you?" "Again that question you never ask a lady." Helena teased him. "Tell me how old you are first, then we can see if I tell you my age." "Alright." Jack readily agreed. "I'm twenty-four." My God. Helena shook her head in dismay. "I was in 9th grade when you were born." she finally told him after a deliberately long pause. "I'm thirty-four. JUST turned thirty-four, I'm not that old yet." she added with a chuckle. "Get the fuck out of here." Being a mother of two boys she hoped would grow up well-behaved, Helena instinctively raised an eyebrow at Jack's swearing. Still, his so seemingly sincere surprise was amusing to her. It was really flattering actually. Helena's diet, training and genetics had paid off after all. "You serious?" he sounded sceptical. "Dead serious." "Damn." he repeated once more. "You look really great." "Thank you." Something rang, loudly and insistently. Helena turned her head around and wrinkled her forehead. The sound rolled across the open expanses of the lake. "What was that?" she wondered looking at Jack. "My phone." It rang again. "Your friends?" "Probably wondering where I am." He started swimming towards the shore. Helena remained where she was - the distance to the bank was not that large to begin with. But she did wonder where from the phone was ringing - there were long reeds everywhere. Jack took mighty yet somehow still graceful strokes with his arms and kicked lazily with his feet. Like a motorboat he flew through the water and reached the reed forest. She slowly followed after him, and as she came closer she realized that the reeds parted around a small piece of dry, grassy land jutting out from the main shoreline. From a distance it was well hidden, and it was only now that Jack made his way to it that she actually spotted it. When there was just a metre or two left to the patch of land Helena saw that Jack's feet reached the lake bottom. His shoulders rose from the lake and water cascaded down them, his shoulder blades and back. Helena froze in the water, and her heart made a big jolt in her chest. She was unable to look away. A perfect, wide back emerged from the water. The black skin was barely containing the muscles beneath it, and neither did it on the long, oh so so strong-looking arms. Helena almost stopped breathing. How dared she stare like this? No, there was nothing wrong with looking at handsome guys - but now she was blatantly staring at him. Helena was an adult, married woman, and while she was certainly not a prude there were limits for what she could allow herself to do. Helena stared at Jack coming out of the water. Her eyes trailed down his glorious back to his bare ass. She had not been imagining it being bare after all. Muscular thighs, toned from what she could only imagine a lot of active swimming, appeared. The legs were amazing, the calves defined. All were as dark as the rest of him. Jesus Christ. Helena's teeth clenched down on the inside of her lower lip. There was something thick and dark swaying beneath Jack's legs. It was massive, big and heavy. Helena's skin grew goosebumps for probably the tenth time today. She instinctively pressed her thighs together and started sinking. Her head almost disappeared under the surface, but only when water hit her face did she remember that she still had to stay afloat. Summer's Eve Pt. 01 Meanwhile Jack seemed completely oblivious of his own nakedness, or that he was being ogled by a married female stranger. Helena saw him get up onto land and kneel down, and an involuntary 'oh' escaped her. She saw a massive sack hanging between his legs as he bent forward to dig around in a heap of clothes. Helena could just not look away. Now she was certain that her cheeks were burning with shame. Jack found his phone and was about to put it to his face when it rang one final time and then went quiet. "Hello?" he heard him say loudly into it. "You still there?" A couple moments later he shrugged and lowered the phone. Helena felt like sinking to the bottom of the lake when he glanced at her over his shoulder. "Huh. Seems I missed it." he mused out loud. "Ah well." That same moment the phone rang again. It's ringing was even louder and more obnoxious than before. He immediately put it to his ear again and Helena dared to exhale. God, she felt so stupid and embarrassed. "Hey, Daniel." Jack said loudly. "Ah no, I was just out in the middle of the lake when you called." He rose to his feet. His legs pressed together and hid his package from her, but Helena was not looking anymore anyway. She had forced herself to turn around and was now studying the opposite bank of the lake dot. From where they were now the thinner area and the beach where the local cottage-owners usually camped out was impossible to see from the reeds and steeper banks. Helena suddenly realized how stupid, not to say incriminating this whole situation was. She - a married woman - was swimming together with a naked man that was ten years younger than her. Even better - said man was now up on the shore, not even trying to hide his nakedness from her. And she, like some sort of curious schoolgirl, was spending all too much time staring at him, at his rippling muscles and his thick... Helena angrily shook her head and even slapped herself in the face. Enough was enough. She was not only ridiculous now, she was goddamn stupid. "No, I'll be back soon." Jack said, head facing the sky. "The water isn't great, but it's warmer than it was yesterday. I'll be back in time for supper. What?" He briefly turned his head and looked behind him, not at Helena, but probably trying to spot the beach. "I don't think we can trust the weather enough for that. Maybe try tomorrow. Alright. See you later man." Jack lowered the telephone and looked at it. "My people are saying that we're gonna eat soon." Helena smacked herself on the leg beneath the water. That unexpected feeling of disappointment that cut through here was just too much to tolerate. Enough was enough. While scolding herself in her mind she nodded, but eyes quickly moved away from the naked black man. This was probably for the better. "I guess I should be going to." she said, trying to sound casual. "I don't want to wake up the kids by barging in in the middle of the night." "Probably." He put the phone down onto the heap of clothes. Then he turned around. "Watch what you're doing." Helena said and her voice turned out to be louder than intended. She glimpsed him from the corner of her eye, but she kept her gaze steadfast and locked on the lake itself. Her heart was nevertheless pounding. "Why didn't you tell me you were going commando?" "I wanted to." he said from the shore. "But I didn't really know how to do it. Felt weird." "Oh really?" Helena wonder. "You had the perfect chance when I told you that I was naked. And you just... climbing out of the water like this, that isn't weird at all?" "I had to answer the phone." Now she was sure that he was messing with her. Enough was enough. "I'll be heading back." she said, flexed her arms in the water and prepared to start swimming back to her distant rock. "I'll guess you will be too." "Why?" "Why?" she repeated his words, almost turned around to face him. She stopped herself at the last moment. "I'm not in a hurry." he said. "Are you?" "I..." she coughed and swallowed. "Not really, but..." "I think I will stay some more." Only when Helena heard him get into the water did she turn around. But as she did she caught a glimpse of him, just before he descended into the lake. Adonis. He was an Adonis. But instead of his body being chiseled from white marble, his was cut from black granite. Rock-hard and muscular. Bulging biceps and huge chest muscles. A six-pack like cut from stone by a master's masons hand. A incredibly defined pelvic 'V' muscle. And below it... Jack was already gliding through the water, but Helena had still seen it. The image of it was burned into her retinas. His cock had been huge. "Why are you naked?" she asked him when he came closer. Helena felt that this question was more than appropriate now. "Why?" "Why were you?" "This is not a game." she gruffly rebuked. "I had no idea you were busy hiding underwater. I thought I had some privacy." Jack was now treading water a metre or two away from her. He was not smiling, but in Helena's eyes he looked amused. It made her feel both angry and weird. "I thought I was being alone too." "But you couldn't have told me?" she asked. "We're grown people, you could just have excused yourself and nothing more would have been said about it. Instead I have to get a shock when you climb butt-naked out of the water to get your phone." "So you wouldn't call me a dirty pervert if I just told you that?" he tilted his head to the side. "Because I was thinking that was exactly would would happen." "If anything you're more of a pervert now. You're naked damn it. Put on some swimwear, or something." "I didn't bring any with me." Jack said. "I just have my boxer shorts, and I'm going to need them dry when I'm going back to the cottage." Helena gave him an annoyed, almost angry look. This light-hearted banter had been fun earlier, but now the border of decency had been crossed. Her own behaviour and thoughts were making her angry as well. Now it was decided - it was time to go. "I will be going home." she said shortly. "I've been here for too long already." Helena broke into a quick yet dignified breaststrokes and headed for her distant rock. She had made the right decision, it was time to get back to Lars and their two sons and just forget about all of this. Helena picked up pace and cut through the water, and it did not take too long for her to reach the middle of the lake. For only a moment she halted, turned over onto her back and looked behind her. Jack was crawling. He was not following her, he just let his strong, magnificent arms rise and fall with slow but yet so powerful movements as he swam in his part of the lake. Helena watched him make a turn and continue back towards the reeds and the tuft of land where he had his things. This short pause in the middle of the lake was enough to break her resolve. Helena was cursing herself. How stupid could you get, like really? She just had a couple of dozen metres left until she reached the flat rock where she had left her clothes. Get out of the water, dry off, put on the skirt and blouse and Just. Go. Home. Forget all about this weird encounter and go on with your life. Helena, you stupid, stupid woman. She knew that she was just that. But she wanted more. What exactly? No idea. She did not want to leave, not yet. The sun had yet to settle, and although the water and shadows were slowly growing darker it was not like she had to hurry anywhere. At the very least (she tried to convince herself that) she would get plenty of good exercise from swimming and back forth the lake this many times. Helena muttered a curse - one which she would never ever utter within hearing range of her sons - and turned around. Her heart jolted as she sat course for the forest of reeds once more. "Weren't you going?" Jack slowed down when he saw her approach. Helena had expected him to sound triumphant, maybe even sarcastic as she, defeated, returned. To her surprise his voice voice was sincere, and the look he gave her was frank and straight-forward. He was a really handsome man, come to think about it. "Not yet." she muttered. "I could use some extra exercise after all the Midsummer's Eve food." "Okay." That was his only answer. Again Helena had expected something else, but Jack just nodded and started swimming again. Hesitantly she followed his lead. Jack was fast and strong. He was basically flying through the water, see. Helena broke out into a crawl as well. At first she fell behind, and seeing his white soles kicking in the water in front of her made her redouble her efforts. Her lungs took deep breaths and sent a rush of oxygen-enriched blood into her system. Helena's heart pumped it vigorously around, sending the erythrocytes to every little fiber of her body. Her muscles worked harder and she remembered the proper crawling technique, which probably had not been forgotten to begin with and only dormant. Helena caught up with him when they reached the middle of the lake. As they sat course for the steep shore they had visited before she overtook the lead. She was on a roll now and quickly passed by him. Helena glanced back at him and saw - to her own satisfaction, actually - how he fell behind. She still got it. But she had barely even felt the triumph before he caught up with her. This time his dark body appeared to the right of her. He was like a torpedo of muscles and speed. They were almost at the steep bank now. Helena accelerated, pushed her efforts even further than before. Now she had but one goal in mind - reaching the shore before him. From out of nowhere this had become a competition. The last ten metres they were evenly matched, but Helena - fueled by adrenaline and determination - pushed ahead at the last moment. Like in a competition she reached out with her arm and touched the damp earth above the water. "Yes!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing with almost childish excitement. "Uh-huh." Jack was right behind her. He agily twisted around in the water just as he touched the bank and then started swimming back through the very waves they had created. "Whoever gets back to the other shore wins." "What?" But it was too late. Jack was already gaining precious distance on her. Helena's blood was rushing and her heart was pounding from the rather intensive course. She wanted to shout that he was being unfair, and that she had won fair and square. With a groan she pushed herself away from the bank with her feet and started furiously working her way forward. She needed to catch up with him. Breathing was becoming strained and her chest and ribs were feeling the massive amounts of air passing and out of them with each breath. Her muscles were getting tired, she realized, and Jack was still far ahead. No. She had to defeat him, or at least catch up with him. Helena pushed herself to the brink and her strokes and kicks grew into a splashing flurry of movements. She caught up to him. Barely, but she managed to do it. His strokes were as easy and strong as before. Helena realized that she was losing to him. A shame, she thought. She had really wanted to win. Jack did not leave her behind, however. Even though Helena suspected that he was taking it slow, she still managed to keep up besides him. The exertion took its toll; just as they reached the forest of gently rocking reeds her vision darkened. Her feet hit the muddy slope of the lake bottom and Helena stumbled out of the water, loudly gasping for air. Finally her feet felt the muddy slope of the lake bottom. Helena stumbled out of the water, loudly gasping for air. The pulse was loudly swooshing in her ears. Amidst near total exhaustion and with muscles aching she was barely aware of how she lost footing and stumbled forward. Helena braced herself for impact, but before she felt the impact a pair of strong hands grabbed hold of her. They halted her fall and pulled her upright again. When on dry land they let go of her and Helena landed with a loud (and not very elegant) 'Umpf' at the ground. She felt warm, and her glistening wet skin did not feel the cool embrace of the evening air. "God." she was still struggling to fill her lungs with air. Helena fell onto her back and felt soft fabric beneath it when she came to rest. "Oh damn." "You okay there?" "Sure." Helena wiped off her face with her hands and opened her eyes. She was staring at a cloudy heaven and the obscured disc of the settling sun. "It's just..." more deep breaths, but now she felt that she was finally recovering from the exertion. "I didn't think I was that out of shape." Jack chuckled. "I think you were pretty good. We kept a good pace, both there and back." "I feel like I just did an entire triathlon." "Then maybe you'll have to work on your cardio." "Hey!" Helena pretended to be insulted. Jack chuckled and turned his head to the lake again. Helena's muscles protested when she sat up and made her groan with displeasure. Now the whole situation was coming back to her and she realized where she was. Both she and Jack were sitting side by side on a patch of coarse grass, both of them soaking wet. Helena's hair clung to cheeks and forehead with in heavy wet tufts. Lazily she brushed them away, once more arranging them into her ponytail. Thankfully the scruffie was still with her. Now that her breathing had finally returned to normal she felt much better. Tired, but better. But when Helena lowered her eyes she came to stare at her own breaths, almost mesmerized by their heaving motion. Was she really breathing that heavily?. Fine drops of water were still clinging on to the ample mounds, and as her breasts rhythmically rose and fell the droplets took turns of running down along their shape. It felt strange to suddenly become so aware of her own body like this, or how her breasts moved in the tight embrace of the yellow polyester. Did her bikini top really show that much skin? Ah yes, she had almost forgotten. The man that sat on her right was still completely naked, and the fabric she had rested her back against was probably his clothes. The realization of this predicament made her tense up again. She made sure to keep her eyes on the lake and thoughts away from anything... indecent. "No, you're good." Jack concluded. "Good technique, good speed. You're good. But..." "I'm slow and and easily fatigued?" she asked. "There is always room for improvement." "There always is." Helena nodded. "But I haven't done serious swimming for years now, and I doubt I'll ever do it again." "Why not?" "Why not?" she slowly shook her head. "Not enough time. Work and family takes a lot of time." "That's a good point." "You?" she had almost looked over at him, but a stern and motherly voice in her head had made her stay the muscles in her neck. "Do you spend all your free time working on your swimming techniques?" "Not all the time." he replied thoughtfully. "But a lot." "So you are the kind of person that only works to afford his own hobby?" Jack shrugged. "I guess you could say that. Can factory is a living, but I don't live for the factory." Helena slowly nodded to herself and looked down at her long naked legs. She placed her arms behind her for support and sighed. She was still feeling a bit tired, but far from as exhausted as she had been just a minute ago. "No, no more swimming for me today." Helena concluded, both to herself and Jack. "I think I've had enough of it for a while now. And sorry. I think I got water on your things." "It's alright." Jack reached out and Helena lightly trembled when his arm brush against her back. What was going on with her? He had grabbed his phone and was now looking at the screen. The bluish light lit up his face among the slowly settling shadows and his thick fingers danced across the touch-screen. Helena was not sure what to think, or what even to feel. Emotions, thoughts and feelings were locked in a confused and conflicting mix inside of her. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Nothing. Well, something had happened. She had been been swimming back and forth over the lake with this handsome (Helena almost slapped herself) young man. They had been competing, and he had won - there was no use in trying to deny it. He had even dragged her out of the water after she had so stupidly exhausted herself during the race. And now they were sitting side by side, chatting. Nothing out of the ordinary. Save for the fact that he was naked and she was feeling strange to say the least. She tried to look at her own thoughts and mind from the side, like she imagined a psychologist would do. Had anything bad happened? No. Had he or she done anything wrong? No. Then why was she feeling so... disappointed? Yes, that had to be the right word. Why was she feeling disappointment, like there was something missing? Helena sighed and checked her ponytail again. It was getting late after all. No idea in staying until it got dark. "Thank you." she mumbled and leaned forward, trying to reach her feet with her hands to stretch out her muscles. "This was fun. Some exercise and someone to talk to. A bit awkward-" she made a slight grimace. "But fun." "You're leaving?" he asked, eyes still on the phone screen. "Yeah." Helena could hear her own disappointment in her voice. "Time to get back, or my husband might start thinking that I drowned or something." "Hm." he made a thoughtful sound. "It's not that late, but if you need to go..." "I do." God she sounded silly. Helena would have laughed if not for the stupid feeling of disappointment filling her up. And she did not even have any reason to feel that way - quite the contrary. "I was actually thinking of inviting you to the party earlier." "What?" Helena immediately snapped into attention. "What did you say?" "Not now, earlier." Jack corrected himself. "When I thought you were twenty-five." "Really?" Helena felt that she had been saying 'Really' or variations thereof an awful lot this evening. "Why?" "I did." he readily admitted, and although Helena was still not looking at him she saw him flashing a smile from the corner of her eye. "I thought that you could hang out with us. Drink some beers, eat some barbeque. We're a big group, but we got both the cottage and tents. Could have been fun to hang out." Maybe it was just Helena who was behaving like an easily swayed schoolgirl. Perhaps it was Jack really trying to flatter her, or maybe he was not doing it all and was complimenting her by accident. Either way - Helena felt warm. "Did you now? Or are you just trying to smoothe over the fact that you still haven't put on any clothes?" Why the hell did she even mention that he was naked? Helena could not answer that question even to herself. "I'm not trying to compliment you." "But you're certainly succeeding at flattering me." Helena made a short pause. "So you wanted to invite me to that party of yours, huh?" "Yeah. Could've been fun. Offer still stands, if you feel like it." "Oh no." she said decisively and shook her head. "Me, on some party with drunk twenty-something year olds? No, I'm too old for that." "Ah, don't say that. You looked young enough earlier." Helena rolled her eyes, but her heart jumped in excitement. No really, what was happening to her?" "I need to get going." she said, once more remembering the time and place. "It is getting late." She knew that he was looking at her. She could feel his eyes on her body. Probably moving across it. She had stopped stretching and was just sitting, slightly slouching, hair wetly clinging on to head and shoulders and her eyes fixed on the peaceful waters of the lake. She could practically feel how his dark eyes wandered from her neck and over her back, along her waist and hips and... Helena shivered, but it was not cold that made her shiver. Summer's Eve Pt. 01 "You think you can make the distance?" Jack asked her. "I'm not that bad." she retorted. "I won't win a triathlon, but I'm pretty damn sure that I can make my way over to my little rock." "Then go ahead. The water is waiting for you." Helena thought he sounded strange, or rather that the words he said were strange. It was a weird expression to use. Once more she stopped himself from looking at his naked ebony body. That much self-control she still retained. Helena inched closer to the water on her butt and dipped her toes into it. Cool. It would require some adjusting again, but she was sure that it would not be too cold for her. But Helena did not slip down into the lake. Her feet sunk down into the water up to the ankles, but that was all. She remained sitting at this damn tuft of earth, grass prickling her butt and legs and surrounded by a forest of reeds. It was time to go, she knew that. Yet she had trouble actually going. "Huh." Jack's voice almost made her jump as it suddenly made itself heard behind her. "You haven't told me your name." "No?" she looked down into the dark water engulfing her feet as she tried to remember. "I thought I did." "You didn't." Jack went silent. Helena counted three heartbeats in her chest before he continued; "So what is it? I've told you mine." "Curious?" "Of course. I want to know who've been swimming with all evening." He was right. She had not even thought about mentioning her name before now. For a second she wished that she had not told him anything about herself at all, and now - when he finally dared to ask her who she was - she would gift him a final mysterious look and then disappear down into the water, leaving him puzzled and confused. That had would have been an excellent scene, like something from a movie. She still played with thought of just slipping away without another word (she even edged forward to the water) but stopped herself before she could bring the plan into fruition. It would have just been silly. "Helena." "Helena." he sounded as if he was tasting her name. "It suits you." "You think?" "You look like a Helena. A name for a pretty Swedish blonde." There was no doubt about it - he was flirting with her. Helena sighed loudly. "Charming." she said and dipped her knees into the water. "I guess we'll see each other around." "Helena." A warm hand brushed against her shoulder. No, it was not warm - it was burning hot. It made Helena shiver and brought about yet more goosebumps. She instinctively turned her head and looked at him. Somehow she managed to focus only on his head and shoulders, but the gods knew that it was hard not to look down. "I'm sorry?" she mumbled. His hand was still on her shoulder, it's touch featherlight against her skin. "Are you going to leave?" He smiled at her. She wrinkled her forehead and gave an uncertain chuckle. "I was planning to. It's getting late." "You've been telling me that for at least fifteen minutes." "No I haven't." "More than that if you count when you swam away earlier." "But now I really have to go." Her voice was but a whisper. He tilted his head slightly to the side and his eyes narrowed. "Why did you return earlier?" "I..." She swallowed a big lump in her throat. That was a good question; Why in all hell had she returned? "I... " she tried again. "I thought that I could really use some extra exercise. It was fun swimming with you. Tiring, but fun." The massive hand on her right shoulder moved somewhat. Now it brushed against her back. Helena stopped breathing. The hand wandered over her back, past the strings holding her bikini and then landed on her other shoulder. Jack was suddenly closer to her. And just as suddenly she was closer to him, slightly leaning to the side. "Do you even believe that yourself?" His voice was low. Soft. The thick, oh so alluring dark lips curved into a smile. "What do you mean?" Her whisper was practically a whimper. A low, throaty chuckle escaped Jack's throat. She could see it and his chest move as he laughed. His warm breath hit her face like a gentle breeze. Helena could only stare at him in fear and tremble. Jack's eyes were glittering as they looked into hers. "Was that really why?" Helena took a deep breath to give him a stern but polite "Let go of me", then quickly follow it up with a "Good bye, I'm leaving" and prepared her body to slip out of his grasp and into the water. He leaned in closer and kissed her. His lips were large, warm and soft. Helena's gasp was stifled by his mouth. Her body protested but for a moment, and then it went soft. A pair of hands - white as snow against his dark body - landed on his chest to help push her away, but they went limp and powerless. Helena fell apart. The kiss lasted for only a couple of seconds, but the electrical chain-reaction it sent through her body was enough to make her burn and create chaos in her already uncertain brain. His lips moved away and she found herself leaning forward to follow them, but her mouth found only empty air. She stared at him in shock. "Why did you do it?" she whispered. "Why?" Jack gave her no answer. Helena felt his arms close around her, landing on her shoulders and and back. The black skin pressed against her and she felt the rock hard muscles beneath it. Her heart was furiously hammering at her ribs. "Why?" Her hoarse whisper was ignored. Thick, meaty fingers brushed down her neck and passed between her shoulderblades. "No..." Helena felt the straps holding her bikini top go limp and she instinctively pressed her arms against her chest to save the precious polyester from falling off and revealing her. "Do you really need that?" She stared up at him. "Need what?" Jack's right hand was at her breasts, grabbing a hold of the yellow top. He was looking her straight in the eyes. A snake hypnotizing its prey. He was looking deep inside of Helena, penetrating into the very depths of her being without effort. A gentle tug on her bikini followed. Helena's arms remained crossed and her fingers tried to grab a hold of the top, but it was to no avail. Jack pulled it away from her with ease, and soon it was in his hand. Helena covered herself the best she could, but he had already turned his attention to the bottom. "No." she whispered to him. It was the only thing she could do now. Her body had betrayed her. "Don't." The thumbs on both his hands found their way in under the polyester fabric at her hips. There they grabbed a hold and pulled downwards, slowly but steadily. Helena was basically gasping for air now. She remained sitting, but somehow Jack worked her bottoms off her, pulled them beneath her butt and onto her thighs. The grass on the ground was prickling her exposed skin. As he pulled the bottoms down her thighs and legs his fingers brushed against her skin. His touch sent more electrical discharges straight into her body and nervous system, but instead of making her shake and twitch like a pair of frog legs attached to a battery, they only lit a fire inside of her. Jack raised her feet and knees out of the water and the bottoms were now in his hand. Helena was naked, thighs and legs pressed together, arms crossed to cover up her breasts. Still staring at the stranger who did this to her. Jack held up the bottoms and top in his hands for her to see and then put them to the side. Helena gasped into his mouth when he kissed her again. She was shuddering and trembling, unable to get a grip on herself. No, this could not be happening. Why was she naked, why was he naked, and why in all earth was he kissing her? Why was she kissing her back? And why was every fiber in her body on fire? Jack's hand gripped her arms and pulled her downwards. She meekly resisted, but his strength was too great to stand against. She did not even try that much to begin with. He bared her breasts. They were full and round in the evening light. The nipples were dark and pointy, probably hard as glass-cutters. The areolas were like round, slightly lighter patches around them and contrasting with the white skin. Helena half-heartedly tried to cover her breasts again, but his hands kept her wrists in a forceful yet gentle grip. Without uttering a single word Jack leaned forward and lowered his head onto her heaving bosom. Helena was unable to push him away- he was still holding her wrists. "Oh." Her mouth opened and formed a big 'O'. A pair of warm lips closed around her right nipple and sucked it into a hot mouth. "Oh, oh." He was sucking on it. Biting. His tongue was playing with it, whirling around it - it did everything at once and without the sucking stopping for a second. His mouth had not only engulfed the nipple but also her entire areola and a piece of the surrounding breast. Helena winced when his teeth bit down into her soft flesh and a whimper came from her open mouth, but she did not pull away. She would have been unable to even if she wanted. She must have gone mad. Jack let go the nipple and moved to the other. A whole new bouquet of nerve ending sparked in the left breast as he turned his attention to it. He bit, sucked and licked. One hand had let go of her wrist and was now at her right breast, kneading, squeezing and caressing. Fingers played with the hard nipple and made it tingle. Helena drew sharply for breath and pressed her now freed hand against her mouth to stifle a moan. This could not be happening. It just couldn't. It was too far-fetched, to strange to appear in her reality. But the grass prickling at her naked ass felt all too real. The warm hand seizing her breasts and the mouth moving from nipple to nipple were not imaginary. They were there. They were real. Right now Helena hated herself. Both her hands were now free. His were cupping her breasts, softly holding and massaging them. The contrast was incredible, Jack's and Helena's skin were on to radical ends on the spectrum - darkest black and whitest white. Or at least they looked to be that way. Baffled Helena stared at those large hands of his grabbing holding her breasts. "I'm fucking crazy." It was her own voice whispering. He smiled. Once again he said nothing. Helena felt his arms move and seize her body. The sky shifted above her and she felt the grass against her back, head and neck. She could practically feel the blood gushing through her body now. She pressed her legs together and pulled them up to her hips as a final attempt to resist, to protect the remnants of honour left in her. Yet she did not want to resist. Helena gazed upon Jack's body, her eyes practically trying to devour it by just looking at it. He was a black Adonis. Perfect, athletic, mighty, strong. Her eyes trailed the shape of his muscles down to his crotch. "My God." He was huge. Like, really huge. Like a stallion. Well, maybe not a stallion, but really big. Enormous. Entranced she stared at its erect shape as he got on his knees. Its rigid form wobbled as he moved due to its weight and size, but it looked as hard as rock. It appeared even blacker than the rest of his glorious body. The shaft was fat, thick and smooth, with almost no blood vessels visible beneath the skin. Only the bulging vein running underneath it broke the otherwise so ceaseless shape, but it did not detract from the mightiness from his cock. If anything it only made it even more impressive to see practically see the blood pumping through it. The foreskin had been forced back and bared a huge, bulbous cockhead. Only now did Helena noticed that there was no hair around the root or on the ballsack. It made him look even bigger. Jack descended upon her. His mouth found hers and this time she eagerly opened it for his tongue to enter. They kissed, mixing saliva and heat. Their tongues embraced in a slobbery wrestling match. Jack tasted amazing. All while he kissed her he kept himself above her stretched out body with the help from his left elbow and both knees. The right hand was busy exploring her figure. It moved roughly but still lovingly over her breasts and down onto her stomach. It traced the curvature of her waist and hips, then moved on to her thighs. And from there it wandered - its every touch like an electrical discharge making Helena burn - between her legs. She moaned loudly into his mouth, and for but a brief moment their kiss ended. His strong fingers had slid down her pubic mound, vulva and then straight down along her slit. Only now did Helena realize just how sopping wet she was. Or how hot she was down there. Like there really was a fire burning inside of her. Usually she liked keeping her body shaven and smooth, but the last couple of days she had not paid the proper attention to her sex. Small prickly hairs were growing on her mound and around her pussy, but now it did not bother her the slightest. It only made her hornier, only made her desire Jack's touch even more. She was lost now. For real. Images of Lars and the kids at the cottage flew through her mind and made her blush from shame. She was a married woman, she had sworn a sacred oath in the church to the man she loved. This oath she had kept for ten years. She had carried and given birth to Lars' two children, loved them and cared for them like only a mother can. And now she was laying on her back in the grass by a lake with a stranger on top of her - faithless, clueless, unprotected. Jack parted her legs. He did not even have to apply any force, they opened by own account. Helena could only watch in sweet anticipation, burning shame and chills of fear as her body did as it willed. Jack kissed her again and she answered him with burning passion. Her arms wrapped around his back, barely able to close around it. His body was just so big and strong. She buckled her hips towards him and raised her legs to put them around his lower back and ass. There was no need for any words, not anymore. Both Helena and Jack knew what was going to happen. What was bound to happen. Jack grabbed his cock in one hand and brought it between her legs. Helena shivered and let out a whimper when the head brushed against her pussy. It was like a floodgate inside of her had opened - she was amazingly wet. The faintest of touch to her labia made her burn even more. She broke the kiss with Jack and bent her neck to try and see their union. Past her quickly rising and falling breasts, down her smooth belly and her mound she saw his giant black cock. It pressed against the top of her slit and made her both gasp and moan at the same time. Her clit was responding to even the suggestion of touch, and now the fat cockhead had pressed just against it. The black cock slid downwards and probed between the lips that hungrily and wetly clung on to it. It was burning hot, that cock. Like living fire. Helena's hips bucked forward and she felt for a sweet moment how the cockhead touched her entrance and then the disappointment when it missed and instead pressed against her asscrack. No, that was not where she needed it. She needed inside of her sopping wet cunt, protected or unprotected. Helena didn't care anymore. She steeled herself for another few seconds of soul-tearing wait. Jack grabbed his cock again and pushed onwards with it. It found the hole... and missed. Helena groaned and clenched her teeth. Her shivering hands found their way between her legs. One seized the massive shaft with fumbling fingers, the other forcefully parted her labia. The lips really were wet like nothing else, and more moisture was seeping out from the depths of her cunt. Helena guided his cock right. It found the hole. It tried to resist, but the head was already slippery with Helena's juices. Jack pushed. "Aaaaaah." The cockhead entered her. The following moments shattered Helena's mind completely with pain and pleasure as it the cock dug into her body. Hormones were gushing in her bloodstream and almost immediately numbed the pain. Helena bucked her hips again and Jack drove his cock home, parting her tight cunt with his glorious member. He hit the bottom inside of her and filled her out completely. She was full and overflowing with burning hot flesh. The walls of her vagina rippled and sucked as they tried to accommodate this intruder. Said intruder let himself come at ease inside the married woman he had entered. Helena looked up at him, her blue eyes glossed over from pleasure. She reached out with her lips and opened her mouth. He met her halfway and his body seized hers as he started fucking her. He went slow at first. Methodically. He started pulling out and Helena moaned as her cunt was suddenly emptied of him. When only the cockhead remained inside of her every nerve ending in her body was screaming in both loud relief and loud protest. Jack thrusted again, and now Helena squirmed in pleasure under his heavy body. He filled her up again, from the very entrance to the very depths of her body that she had not even suspected she had. Rince and repeat. Each assault and withdrawal was accompanied by Helena's gasps and moans. The sound would probably echo over the entire lake, but she cared nought for that. In this moment she only cared about HER pleasure and HIS cock. Jack picked up the pace. From slow to slightly quicker, probing and testing her reaction. Helena wrapped herself around him and wordlessly begged him to continue. The black Adonis obliged. Soon he was fucking her. Really fucking her. His hips were slapping against hers, his ballsack against her ass. It was so large that it was probably dragging itself along the coarse grass, but if it bothered him he did not show it. This meaty sound mixed with Helena's moans, gasps, yelps and cries, and soon also with Jack's quick breaths and grunts. Her cunt was practically sloshing with juices and ensured pleasurable smoothness to the cock which pierced it time and time again. The silky pink walls embraced it and kissed it each time it came inside, and when it withdrew they kissed it goodbye, still hungry for more. Helena's hot juices were running down her ass, his shaft and onto his balls. The musky smell of sweat and sex mixed around them and its presence only made them even hungrier, even more ravenous for each other. Their mouths kissed without stop, their bodies never ceased to explore the other. Jack was fondling and squeezing her breasts with rough, firm hands. Helena was caressing his muscular chest and belly, ran her fingers down to their united sexes and grabbed hold of his shaft to tickle and tease him. Helena was out of her mind. Only pleasure remaind. Only his heat inside of her. He fucked her furiously, and now each thrust was bringing her closer to the inevitable climax. Jack drove her further and further up the mountain, pushed and dragged her to the very top with his touch and effort. Helena balanced on the edge. Her body was shivering, the muscles in her abdomen and inside her pussy spasmed. A great fire was burning inside of her, but it only needed one final ember to turn into the all-consuming inferno it was growing to be. Jack pushed her over the edge. Helena cried out. Her vision went dark and flashes illuminated the darkness. An overwhelming wave of warmth and ecstasy rose inside of her and then swept through her entire being. She was still crying, gasping, moaning and crying even more. Her mouth rambled incoherent strings of words and thoughts. Helena held on to Jack as if he was the only thing keeping her from falling out into the void. A Black Adonis. He really was. Her exhausted mind and body were running on fumes when his loud grunting erupted into a guttural snarl. The air was pushed from Helena's lungs when he pressed himself down upon her and buried his cock to the very root inside of her pussy. The beast filled her completely. Now it was violently throbbing and twitching inside. Helena's cunt eagerly milked it for what it was worth, aided by the small thrusts Jack's hips were still doing. Helena gasped for air. Summer's Eve Pt. 01 "You're killing me." She was barely audible, but somehow Jack heard her pleading. His arms were still around her when he rolled to the side, the cock still pulsating inside of her. Helena found herself able to breathe and hungrily filled her lungs with the evening air. The sky loomed dark above her. Was it really that late? No, it couldn't be. Cum was filling her pussy when she faced Jack, eyes glossy and cheeks flustered. "Shit!" she blurted and her eyes - which up to a split second ago had been filled with post-coital glow - widened. She used the last ounces of strength left in her muscles and got out of Jack's arms. He let go of her without a fight and raised himself with the help of an elbow from the ground. Helena tripped and fell into the water with a big splash. If the lake had started hissing and belching steam from colliding with her smouldering body she would not have been the least surprise. The water that swallowed her up was icy cold, but the heat still inside of her kept her safe from the worst of the chill. She pushed herself to the surface and landed with her feet on the muddy bottom. Good thing too - had she pushed herself too far out she might have drowned just here and then. She pushed her fingers into her cunt and started feverishly scooping out the cum. It was hot and sticky to touch as she dug it out from her wonderfully aching body. It was carried away by the water, but no matter how much she brought forth there seemed to be even more inside of her. How much had he shot into her, and how deeply? And why had she let him do it? How could she have let him do it? Helena was still trying to empty the gooey contents of her pussy - the proof of the sin she had just committed - into the dark lake when Jack got into the water behind her. The first thing she felt was the splashes created by his legs, then his hot breath against her flustered neck. Then his mighty arms wrapped around her and stayed her desperately struggling hands. "You came into me." Helena exclaimed, only to realize that what she had expected to be a loud bellowing of anger came out as a hoarse statement. "How could you cum in me?" Jack kissed her neck and Helena almost immediately melted in his arms. "Wash it out." he mumbled into her ear. "There is nothing to worry about. See, you're already done. Everything's alright." "But it's not." she whined. "I'm married. I have a husband and two kids for Christ's sake! And I'm not... I'm not..." the words stuck in her mouth. "It's alright." His hands caressing her belly and breasts slowly stilled her anger and fear, leaving behind only a slight worry against a background of near complete serenity. "Everything is alright." "I don't have protection." she mumbled. "You didn't use a condom." "No, I didn't. But you washed it out, didn't you?" he sounded so rational and calm about it. "Is this your fertile week?" "I... I don't know." she sincerely responded. "I can't think straight." "Don't worry about it." he kissed her again, this time at the jawline. His fingers were stroking her from her chin down her throat and to the collarbone. "You're alright." "I'm not." she whispered. "What have I done?" But when he turned her around she fell into his arms with protesting. He hugged her close and held her. They kissed again. It was a kiss born from the afterglow bliss, a kiss shared by satisfied lovers. "I have to go." Helena was the one to finally break the moment. The water was reaching up to her breasts and she was starting to freeze. The sky had gone very dark. There was still some sunlight beyond the forest in the west, but it was clear that the day was ending and that night was coming. Jack nodded, and together they made their way back up to his little camp. They dressed in silence. Helena quickly put on the discarded pieces of her bikini and cursed when she realized that the rest of her apparel was still at her rock where she had left it. "Should I swim and get it?" he asked her. "No. I'll go around the lake and pick it up." "Then take the towel." Jack handed her his. "You're shivering." Helena had just realized that as well. The lake had consumed the warmth built up in her and left her cold. She thankfully wrapped the towel around herself and then followed Jack as he led the way onto the shore. They finally reached the path running around the lake, but Helena had barely put a foot on it before she winced. A sharp stone had jammed itself into her bare, sensitive sole. Without saying a word Jack handed her his floppy sandals which were several sizes too big to be comfortable. Still, Helena was thankful. They said very little as they made their way around the lake. Cold and exhaustion held Helena in her grip. Her legs felt unsteady and ready to betray at her at any moment. Thankfully they never did, but having to focus on them and still keep the thoughts swirling in her head from overwhelming her was just too much. John too was silent as he walked besides her, clad in a pair of beige shorts and tank-top that clung tightly to his wet skin. The top bared his muscular arms, but Helena barely looked at them, or the man himself for that matter. The walk had felt twice as long as it really was when they finally reached the rock. The darkness was settling for real now. Helena put on her skirt and blouse, ditched the sandals in favour of her own. "Thank you." she handed him back his towel and put her own around her shoulders. "You're welcome." They walked again, passing by the narrow part of the lake and past the beach. Nothing was said then and nothing was said when they walked through the dark forest. Jack's phone provided enough light to illuminate the path, and soon enough they could see the cottages in the distance. Her they stopped. Helena bit her lip and looked up at him. There was many things she wanted to say, but there was no ways of saying them. Jack closed the distance between them as gracefully as a shadow, took her in his arms and kissed her. That kiss made her forget everything. She put her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. In the silence only their lips and closely entwined bodies counted. The bliss did not last for long though, and the dark shadows of reality once again filled Helena's world when Jack straightened out. "Goodbye." Helena mumbled and, uncertain of her own words, lowered her eyes. "That's it I suppose." He looked at her, his face impossible to read even without the shadows covering it. "I will go running tomorrow." he said. "Early morning. You can come if you want." And with those words he left. Helena stared with open mouth at him as he disappeared in the direction of the the cottage he was staying in. The realization of how late she was hit her and she started running towards her own cottage as quickly as her flip-flops could carry her. "What took you so long?" Lars grunted to her from the bed when she finally entered the bedroom lended to them by his parents. Helena did not turn on the light and oriented herself through the shadows over to the bed. She dropped her slightly moist clothes to the floor, ditched the bikini and hung it to dry at the end of the bed. "Seriously?" Lars sat up and squinted at her naked body through the darkness. "I've been out like a candle pretty much since you left, but where the hell have you been? I was really worried. I was about to get up and go looking for you." "Shh." she hushed at him. "The kids, don't wake them up." "Sure." he muttered back. "But what have you been doing?" "I was swimming." Helena was happy that the darkness hid her face. "Then I was talking a long walk along one of the trails and I completely forgot about the time. Honey, please." she slipped into the bed and nestled next to him to silence further questions. "Tomorrow, alright? I'm tired." Lars grunted something but obliged her. Helena gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and then burrowed down beneath the covers with her back against him. It did not take long for him to start snoring again. It was a comforting sound that she had grown used to over the years, and now it helped calm her. But not even it helped her when she fell into a strange and restless dream, one filled with water, heat and black skin. Summer's Eve Pt. 02 There will probably be two or three more chapters. This one came about quickly, but I can't guarantee that the others will. I appreciate comments and feedback. It helps me a lot in finding motivation. ***** Helena did not get much rest that night. Sleep came quickly - almost as soon as her cheek had touched the pillow -, but when it came it was anything but calm. Strange dreams danced through her brain, almost as if she had a fever. There were three things tying them together, though; water, heat and black skin. They made her twist and turn throughout the night. Then she woke up. Her eyes flew open and she stared at the opposite wall and the wardrobe. Early sunlight was seeping in through the window next to the bed together with a fresh gush of air. Some unseen bird was sitting in the birch tree growing just outside, welcoming the new day with its chirping. It was morning. Helena immediately shot up in bed. Lars grunted something besides her, turned to the wall and continued sleeping. Helena exhaled in relief. Winced. Her arms and legs were hurting even from the action of sitting up. She must have really strained herself swimming in that damn lake. In the silence only broken by birdsong and her husband's calm breathing Helena tried to remember what had happened last night. The images were vivid. Even clearer and definitively more colourful than the shadowy white room that she had found herself in. Had it happened for real? Naked Helena slid out of bed, ignoring the pain in her body. The pain was certainly real. But Jack, that patch of prickly grass and the reeds all around - was it? Her hair was a tangled mess and her muscles ached, but Helena felt completely awake. How early was it? She found her phone on the nightstand and stared at the display. 05.55. Early morning. Helena had no idea when she had come home last night. It had felt like in the middle of the night, but now she was herself surprised over how completely not-tired she was. The bikini top and bottom were still hanging from the bed frame, the blouse and skirt were on the floor. Helena dug through the wardrobe and found a pair of modest white panties and a bathrobe. The barely used towel she had thrown on the floor, but now she picked it up, put on the robe and sneaked as quietly as possible out of the room. The cottage was not very large, but it has more than enough room for the six of them. Lars' parents were sleeping in a small bedroom, leaving the big one to him and Helena. Erik and Alexander occupied the couch futon. It was large and gave them both plenty of space, and during the morning they could watch the TV without leaving their bed. But for now they - and everyone else - were asleep, and for that Helena was grateful. She closed the door to the bedroom behind her and sneaked through the corridor to the bathroom. The floorboards creaked treacherously beneath her bare feet, but it was too early for anyone to stir. Helena made her way inside the bathroom and locked the door. Only then she allowed herself to breathe out. It took some time for the water in the shower to get hot, and she spent what felt like minutes freezing in the corner of the stall with arms wrapped around herself. When the shower gods finally obliged she nearly scalded herself beneath the hot stream from the plastic head. Helena gasped as the water rushed down her body and immediately turned the valve to lower the temperature, but she did not step out of it. The heat - albeit very uncomfortable - was welcome. She has not showered after the lake - doing so had not even crossed her mind - but now she got to the task with vigour. Rubbing and scrubbing herself she worked the heat into the aching muscles, and cleaned away the lake water and dirt. And Jack's sweat. His scent. Helena's heart jumped as she remembered. She instinctively brought her hand between her legs. God, she felt so sore. So incredibly stretched out after that giant black cock. Helena forced her fingers inside and bit her lip to stifle any inappropriate sounds. Her pussy responded with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort when she explored, jamming index and middle finger deeper. Her insides were warm and somewhat wet, but Helena did not find any semen. Maybe she had managed to get it all out in the lake. She sighed loudly in relief, but a few moment later - when the water was not as hot - she spread her legs and directed the showerhead stream straight up her pussy. Once more she had to bite her lip to avoid making too many sounds. When done Helena washed her hair. As soon as she had washed the shampoo from her blond hair she got out of the stall and dried off with a towel. For a while she considered using the hairblower, but figured that it would be too loud this early in the morning. The last thing she wanted was to wake anyone up. Towel would have to do instead. It had been real after all. There was no longer any shadow of doubt in her mind when she pulled on the fresh pair of panties. Yesterday evening had happened. For the first and only time in her entire thirty-four year long life Helena had cheated. Not with a male friend, a neighbour or even a co-worker. Of all people she had given herself to a complete and utter stranger at the shore of some shitty lake. Jack was a man she had never seen before and did not know at all. For all she knew everything he had told her could be a complete lie. And yet she had let him fuck her senseless, even shoot his sperm straight into her unprotected body. The thought made her shiver from fear, but also excitement. It disturbed her something immense. Helena had never considered herself a racist, or someone that even held views that could be counted as such. People were people and she herself had a couple of coloured friends. But the fact that it had been a black man to take her made everything so much stranger and taboo. Her cheeks were already burning, and now shame over her own blatant racism added to the red. What difference did it make that Jack was black? It was cheating no matter what colour he was. It was the cheating aspect of this whole affair she had to concentrate on, not the fact that her mistake had been black. After putting on the bathrobe Helena sneaked her way back to the bedroom. As quietly as she could she opened the door and peeked at the bed. Lars was still sleeping, back turned towards her. Helena closed the door behind her and made her way over to the window. The garden outside looked even greener than yesterday, and the grass was glistening with morning dew. It must have rained during the night. There were a few clouds in the sky, but that was also it; the sun was rising without opposition. Early morning. Helena remembered what Jack had told her yesterday, and those words sounded as clearly in her head as if he had whispered them into her ear at this very moment. Her skin and hair were still damp and the air coming in through the open window was cool, almost chilly. Helena's fingers tightly gripped the window frame. The only logical, right and just thing to do was to ignore what Jack had said to her. Just forget it and pretend like that conversation - or anything else for that matter - had ever happened. She had already done the unspeakable, and even considering to follow up on it was treachery of the highest order. Yet Helena hesitated, heart and stomach fluttering. The logical part of the brain was screaming to her to back off and go to bed again - hug her husband and let everything go. Helena would have to make up for her sin by being a better person, because never, EVER would she breathe about yesterday evening to anyone for as long as she lived. That would be the reasonable thing to do. But a certain loud and very pushy part of Helena's mind was not reasonable. She glanced at her sleeping husband. Lars' naked back was slowly rising and falling. He had stopped snoring and his breath was calm and quiet. It was still early in the morning, and hopefully he would be asleep for a couple of more hours. For once Helena was grateful for the fact that he liked sleeping so much. Right now she could not stand the thought of having to explain to him where she had been and where she was going. This was for the better. Helena let go of the window frame and opened the wardrobe. There, under a layer of other clothes she found the garbs she used for workouts. When she held it up before her she involuntarily winced. God, why did they look so revealing all of a sudden? The black shorts with white strips along the sides were tight and form-fitting. Almost like a second skin. The grey tank-top was not much better. Once more Helena glanced at her husband. Still sleeping, thank god. There was a wicked cocktail of emotions boiling inside of her. Just looking at the clothes made her want to throw them deep into the wardrobe and return to bed. She would not go for a run with Jack. No. He was probably not even going for a run this early in the morning. Or maybe his early was later than hers? Helena shook her head. No, she would go and take a look. If she met up with Jack she would just tell him that yesterday had been a mistake. Then she would go back home. Yes, that was what she was going to do. Helena looked down at the clothes she held in her hand and bit her lip. Alright. A minute or two later she was dressed. She inspected herself with a mix of disgust and satisfaction. Her legs were long, smooth and bare. A pair of white, almost completely new shoes adorned her feet. The workout bra felt tight under the tank-top, making Helena try and adjust it. The breasts felt sore to touch. She looked at herself in the wardrobe mirror. A woman with damp blonde hair tied into a ponytail stared back at her. The blue eyes were big and anxious, the lips pressed together into a thin line. Helena raised her right leg and balanced on the left as she bent the knee a couple of times. The muscles ached, but less so than before. But then again, she was not about to go running. Meet with Jack (if he really was going out) and tell him that everything was a mistake and that they were done with each other. Then go home and prepare some breakfast. Yes. "Where are you going?" For a split second Helena thought that her heart would break through her ribcage. She twisted around and stared at Lars who was slowly sitting up in bed. He was looking at her with squinting but vigilant eyes. "Did I wake you up?" Helena muttered, trying to pretend that she had not just suffered a minor heart-attack. "Yes." he rocked his head back and forth and then shook it. "Almost. I was starting to wake up anyway." "I'm so sorry." she was legitimately remorseful. "I didn't mean to wake you." "It's alright." Lars looked at his watch and then back at her. "It's like quarter past six in the morning. What are you doing up?" "I... I couldn't sleep." that was actually a truthful answer on her part. "Woke up, thought I would take a shower." "Are you going out running? This early?" "Its nice weather." she mumbled. "I want to go for a run." "This early?" he repeated. "You never do that." "It's better than laying around in bed. The early bird catches the worm you know." Lars sniggered and rubbed his face. "So what happened yesterday?" Helena swallowed a lump in her throat. She had never liked lying, but telling the truth now... no, she just couldn't. "I'm sorry I kept you worried." she started out with trying to soothe him in case he was still annoyed. "I swam for... I don't know, half an hour. After I went wandering around and got onto one of the trekking trails in the forest. Time just flew away, I guess." "Didn't you have flip-flops with you?" he asked. "You went into the forest in those?" "It went surprisingly well." It was a big lie. All of it was a big lie. Helena held her breath staring at her husband. Did he suspect something? Was that doubt in his eyes? She trembled before his gaze. Lars slowly shook his head and looked out through the window. "Alright then." he said. "When will you be back?" "I won't take long." she quickly - maybe even too quickly - replied. "I'm a bit sore from yesterday, so I won't be running too much. I'll be back for breakfast, probably even earlier." Sore. Why had she put it that way? Helena silently cursed herself, but Lars only nodded. Reached out with his arm towards her. "Come here." Helena came up to the bed and leaned in, allowing his arm to wrap around her shoulders. The kiss they shared was light and fresh. Loving. It made her want to just forget all about what had happened and get into bed with Lars. Love him, kiss him, make up for what she had done to him. Their lips soon parted, but Helena remained standing. "See you at breakfast." Lars said. "You too." she said quietly. "I won't take long." It really had been raining. The morning was fresh, the grass and trees wet and glistening in the early sunlight. For once the weather was beautiful. Helena walked out through the fence gate and out to the simple road that went through the small cottage settlement. Stretched her limbs and ignored the ache within them, started walking. Most people seemed to be asleep. Despite feeling stupid Helena headed for cottage No 6, but made sure to stay on the opposite side of the road. The long dirt driveway was full with cars, and a few were standing outside of the wooden fence at the roadside. Helena glanced at the cottage and the garden around it. Peaceful. Just as Jack had said there were a couple of tents scattered around the grounds. A large table, still filled with empty bottles and dirty plates stood under a big awning on the veranda. Helena felt like a peeper. She averted her eyes and focused on the road instead. Walked past the cottage and reached the next one. Stopped. Sighed and bit her lip. Maybe Jack had already left and she had missed him? Or perhaps he was not even up yet. And maybe (the thought made her both angry and cold inside) just maybe he had no intentions on going for a jog at all. Helena walked back and passed by the cottage again. Still nothing. Paused, turned and walked back up the road. Nothing yet again. The realization how it must look from the side made her grimace. She was like a cat wandering back and forth on the front porch, waiting to be let inside. Helena was humiliating herself with every moment she lingered. She steeled herself and set course for her's cottage with quick, determined steps. She would not stand for this any longer. Lars could think whatever he wanted about her coming home so early. "Hi." Helena spun around on the spot, eyes wide and staring. Seemingly from out of nowhere Jack had appeared behind her at the driveway. A tank-top was clinging on to his powerful upper body, leaving his arms bare for the world - and her - to see. He wore grey sweatpants, a pair of well-worn running shoes and nothing more. Helena forced herself to appear casual before his inquisitive but friendly eyes. "Hello." she mumbled, cleared her throat and then straightened out. Said, now with more clarity and confidence in her voice: "Good morning." Helena still knew that she had failed on the first impression by mumbling like some stupid adolescent girl. She remained where she stood while Jack took a few steps closer. His approach made her heart beat faster. "Good morning." a light smile appeared on those thick lips of his. "Slept well?" "Well enough." "Me too. So -" he flexed his magnificent shoulders, making the muscles move beneath the ebony black skin. "Ready to do some running?" "About that..." Helena stopped herself and swallowed down the words. "I don't know, maybe we shouldn't be talking about it here." "Good point." Jack agreed and nodded in the direction of the small small field separating the road and cottages from the forest and the path leading to the lake. "Run?" 'I'm sore all over, and it is your fault'. That was what she wanted to say to him. She also wanted to say 'No, I'm not going running with you. What happened yesterday will never happen again. Thank you and goodbye'. Neither of these phrases came out of her mouth. Helena hesitated and was then herself surprised by the nod her head made. Jack stopped stretching his shoulders and set off in a light jog across the field. Helena - like the stupid girl she was - followed after him. The long grass was lightly brushing against her calves. Jogging was unpleasant - the soreness had not gone away - but it was tolerable. At least it was not as bad as it had been before her shower. Jack ran in front of her, muscles in back and arms playing as he moved. Helena stared at them while they crossed the field, and even when she looked down at her own moving feet she could not shake the image of him out of her mind. Soon the grass was replaced with the dirt of the forest path, and the clear sky was obscured by canopies filled with chirping birds. "Which way?" Jack stopped at a crossroad. The path leading forward led directly to the lake, the other two turned to the left and right respectively. There were plenty of wandering and trekking paths in the area, and Helena had more than once gone for a run on them. "Look." she remembered to stop at a distance from Jack. "We got to talk." "Do you want to take it here or later?" "Ehm... here." Helena forced herself to meet his eyes. God, his eyes. They were so dark. Black. No humans have naturally black eyes, but somehow Jack managed to have just that. "Alright." he looked down at her and nodded. "I'm listening." Helena had barely been able to believe that she had got this far. Now she found herself at a loss of words. Her mind raced to gather up all the arguments she had thought up and prepared. "What happened yesterday..." the throat immediately went dry. "It was... It was..." "A mistake?" Helena quickly nodded. "A mistake." Jack's expression confused her, even worried her. There were no traces of anger, sadness or regret on it. Just a light, if maybe a bit sorrowful smile. "I'm not blaming you for anything." Helena was quick to clarify. "It was my own mistake. Turns out that I'm a weak person. I would really, REALLY appreciate if what happened yesterday stays between us." She still expected him to react in a sour way, but Jack just nodded. "Sure." he said. "I can't say I didn't like what happened, but... I understand. Nothing happened." "Thank you." she said sincerely. "Really." "Don't sweat it." Jack smiled at her. From a pocket on his sweatpants he produced his phone and a pair of earbuds with long wires. Music started blaring from them when he clicked on the screen. The sound was muffled when he put the earbuds in his ears. "You take care now, alright?" He flashed her another smile, turned and broke into a light run, heading down the path to the left. Helena was left to stand alone to stand at the crossroad, watching his athletic figure disappear and hear his shoes beat against the dirt. This had been surprisingly easy. No pouting, no breaking out in tears and no arguing. Jack had behaved so much more maturely than she had, both today and yesterday. The ease with which he had brushed it all off and went on with his life was admirable. Helena stared at him with mouth half-open. No, wait. He had brushed everything off, just like that. Brushed her off. As easily as by snapping his fingers. Helena's chest swelled as she took a deep breath. Had yesterday meant so little? Had Jack even considered it a fling or a one-night stand? Just a random fuck with a random woman? Helena's mind and body were gushing with conflicting emotions and thoughts. Sanity screamed and cursed at her, begged her to turn and go back to the cottage. But it was not sanity or reason that ruled her now, not when she started running. Yes, she ran. Long strides and arms swinging. The collision of shoes with the forest path replicated throughout her joints and bones and finally to her head. Muscles hurt but she did not care. She caught up with Jack before he had even come to the first turn in the road. Summer's Eve Pt. 02 "Wait!" Jack slowed down and turned. Saw her and wrinkled his forehead. Took out the earbuds as he inspected her. Helena's' face was flustered and angry when she approached him. The hard slap hit Jack's chest and was absorbed by the rock hard muscles. "Why did you do it?" "Do what?" he asked, forehead wrinkled but voice calm. "Why did you kiss me yesterday?" The words were coming in a flurry from her mouth. "Why?" "Why are you asking?" "Why did you do it?" He tilted his head to the side, sized her up with squinted eyes. "Because I wanted to, and I think you wanted it too." "Why?" she repeated her question. "Why did you think I wanted it?" "Helena-" him saying her name made her heart jolt. "That's a strange question." She was biting - no - practically chewing her lip as she stared at his face. Black, strong, handsome, amazing. His dark eyes met her burning blue with ease but alertness. "You just fucked me." she blurted. "You just fucked me and left me. Brushed me off." "Isn't that what you want?" he asked. "You just told me that it was a mistake." "But..." she bit her lip again. A little more and she would probably draw blood. "You just turned around and... and... left. Like it was nothing." "But you practically told me to." there was steel in his voice now. "You said it was a mistake and that this was it." "I didn't!" "Yes you did. That's what you meant, and why the hell would I try to argue against it?" Helena grabbed him by the tank-top, clenched the fabric with her fingers and nails. She wanted to slap and scream at him, tear his clothes and skin to shreds. There was fire inside of her. Boiling and burning. Helena lunged at Jack and closed the small distance that was still parting them. She pressed against him, breasts in the tight workout bra squeezing against his broad chest. She turned her face up to look into his, got on her toes and kissed. Jack seized her and pulled her body even closer. Lips met in a ravenous embrace and mouths opened for tongues to wrestle each other, slimy and hot. Helena wanted to devour him, but Jack was too big for her, and it was he who threatened to swallow her whole. Strong hands clenched her ass and squeezed the cheeks through the shorts. Her own fingers tore at his tank-top, trying to tear it to shreds. They kissed and they kissed, tongues buried in each other's mouths. Jack pulled his away for but a moment to utter two words: "Let's go." He turned and ran, hand now seizing her wrist. Helena followed like a dog on a leash. Flesh burning, mind alight with fire. She ran after the Black Adonis, lungs and hearts furiously working to keep her supplied with oxygen and energy to move. They ran deeper into the forest, leaving the crossroad far behind. Jack did not even look at her as he moved, but she did certainly look at him. She stared so much, in fact, that she stumbled on a stone and fell. Not even a surprised cry came over her lips - Jack caught her before she hit the ground. The black arms wrapped around her and hoisted her up in the air with playful ease. The world span around the weightless, flying Helena, and Jack was the one who made it spin. When her feet landed on the ground again there was leaves, moss and earth under the soles. They were straying from the path and heading into the forest itself. Helena followed Jack without a second thought, ignoring the pleas of her conscience. Trees and ground flew past in a blur - her eyes were completely focused on the man leading her deeper into the green shadows. Then she saw the rock. Grey, massive, covered in patches of green moss, it had laid there for centuries and millennia. Be it a troll that had thrown it there or the glacier that left it in its wake - it made no difference. Helena stumbled again as she stared at it, but this time she retained balance. She and Jack dodged in behind the looming shape. Far away from all and everything she threw herself into his arms. Hands danced across her body; caressing, squeezing, stroking. Breasts, waist, belly, ass and legs. There was not a part of her that he was not touching. His mouth was there for hers, just as hot as delicious as it had been the first time. Helena gasped when he hoisted her up again and held her in the air. She was still kissing him when he lowered her to the ground. Earth, small rocks and leaves tickled her through clothes and prickled the bare legs. Jack was on top of her once more, touching and grabbing. Helena wasted no time parting her legs for him. The cursed top, training bra and shorts were just in the way - they were tight and uncomfortable and keeping her from him. Fuck them and fuck everything else. Jack's big rough hand found its way beneath the stretchy waistband of the shorts and slid down her mound. When the fingers found her cunt Helena moaned into his mouth and pulled him even closer. Moments later the black hand emerged from the dampness of her panties, wet and glistening in the morning sunlight which was shining down through the canopies. With a loud groan Helena pulled herself out of the shorts. She squirmed her lips and legs to get out of them like a slithering snake. Cool air enveloped her hot sex, but she had already dragged the unnecessary piece of clothing off her shoes and kicked it away together with the panties. There was now bare forest earth under her equally bare white ass. She helped Jack off with his tank-top and practically ripped it away from him, eager to uncover his magnificent body. It was just as glorious as it had been before, rippling with muscles cut from black granite and ebony. Next his shorts and underwear went the same way Helena's - thrown into the forest. The majestic black horse-cock sprung out from its confines and slapped against Helena's stomach. Her mouth watered when she grabbed it in both hands. The contrast was amazing - white fingers around a massive black shaft. She could barely grip his girth. "Condom." she blurted. "What?" he grunted back. Helena grinned in impatient anger and dragged her fingers across her face. The nails left red marks over the left cheek. Condom. She had not taken any. In her stupidity and over-confidence she had not bothered taking them. Jack's cock was pressed against her lower abdomen, incredibly long and hard. With its root in level with her hungry pussy the tip was reaching as far as her bellybutton. So much bare, black and pulsating flesh. So much cum in the heavy balls pressing against her ass, so much sperm threatening to make her pregnant. Helena groaned loudly. "God. Fuck!" "You wanna stop?" His words rang in her head and only added fuel to the fire. "No." she said breathlessly. "Fuck me." "You sure?" What a stupid man he was. "Yes!" Helena grabbed him by the neck and dug her nails into his flesh. "Fuck me. Just... don't finish inside me." He obeyed without question. Helena fell onto her back, head rolling back in forth over the ground as in trance when he caressed her body. Her hair would be a messy disaster afterwards. Jack bent down and sucked on her nipple, dug his fingers into the other breast. Helena moaned loudly. "Fuck me." she grunted through clenched teeth. "Please." Smirking Jack grabbed his cock and brought it forward. The cockhead pressed against the wet and slippery skin of her labia and pushed past the lips. Battering ram. He was a big black battering ram. Once more Helena's fingers were at her cunt, spreading the lips and guiding the cock to where it belonged. "Gaaaaaaaaaah..." All air was squeezed out of her lungs when he entered. Her cunt tightly grasped him within seconds. She had wanted this so much. Denied it, but wanted it. Desired it ever since the moment he left her last time. Despite his size her body was ready for him. Her walls widened to accommodate the length and girth, her skin and flesh was his to do with as he pleased. Helena refilled her lungs with air and moaned. Loudly. Muttered something incomprehensible and reached for his mouth. The kiss was heavenly. Strong hands seized her hips and pulled them closer, forcing a yelp from her mouth as she was further impaled. Naked skin against naked skin. Black and white. A bare cock in the wet embrace of a willing pussy. All the folds inside the cunt providing the delicious friction that a condom takes away. This was like yesterday, only it was not. Jack had already conquered her body and his cock already knew her cunt. It buried itself in the hole to the root, making the pink lips close around it an airtight seal at his very abdomen. Thrust. Helena bit her lip. Jack pulled back and thrust again. Helena's teeth clenched down even harder and she felt the coppery taste of blood bubbling on them. Thrust. Helena gave in and cried. Her voice echoed through the forest. All could hear it, Helena did not give a slightest damn about it. Let them hear how she mated, let them hear her pleasure. Jack adjusted himself; sat himself down on his knees and pulled Helena's naked ass up on his thighs. Her legs wrapped around his back, making blood rush to her head. Jack took a better grip of her hips and started fucking. Got into the rhythm, going from slow to bombastic. A machine of muscles and fat cock. Squelching in and out of the white pussy so readily sucking on his spear. Jack impaled her like a hunter impales his prey. Never had there been a happier prey than Helena.. The strength of his body was amazing, the speed and motion head-blowing. Just perfect. Helena was rocking back and forth, more blood rushing to her head and face and jumbling her thoughts. Her breasts, still trapped in the embrace of the training bra, were begging to come out. The tank-top had already revealed her flat stomach, so now she went for the tight bra. Trembling fingers pulled the it up and to her collarbone, by this freeing her breasts from their imprisonment. They spilled out into the light of the world and started immediately bouncing up and down. Jack's thrusting cock was the piper, and the two mounds of soft white flesh danced to the rhythm of its melody. Helena grabbed her breasts and squeezed them harder and harder. The nipples were firm and begging for touch. Her fingers solved the issue without even requiring her to think - they started pinching and twisting by their own accord. Helena was gasping and moaning as she helped pleasure herself. Jack's face moved in and out of her focus, but she knew that he was looking at her, devouring her exposed body with those dark eyes of his. This was as much a show for him as it was to still her own desire. A shadow covered Helena. She opened her glossy eyes and saw Jack descend towards her. He blotted out the sun and trees and the entire world with his body. Reduced the existence of everything until only their entwined bodies were left. They were trapped in a gyrating, thrusting, wet and slippery dance as old as humanity itself. Black and white? What does that matter? Adultery? Piss off. It was lust and desire merging them. It was Helena and her Black Adonis. Maybe the black and white part did matter after all. It did not take long for Helena to come. It happened quickly, even suddenly. From hot, rocking seas a tsunami rose and swept over her boat before she knew it was even happening. Orgasm. Mind-shattering orgasm. Endorphins gushing in the bloodstream. Her pussy clenching around the cock and becoming wetter than the sea. The French call it la petit mort - the little death. Helena could only agree with the French on this point. It was surprising that her head did not blow straight off from the pressure erupting inside of her. "Aaaaaahhh..." She cried and held Jack closer, as close as a human can be to another human as her body spasmed. Through the ecstatic glow she heard his strained voice whisper in her ear. First it was just random muttering, but then the meaning in the words came to her; "I'm gunna cum." The cock was already twitching when Jack pulled it out. He roared like a dying animal. The black monster, covered from head to root with clear fluids, emerged from Helena and slammed against her belly. The sudden absence of it in her cunt made her groan. She still wanted it inside of her. Warm, thick fluid was coating her belly. Helena forced her eyes to look at herself. The cock was throbbing violently and spewing out rope after rope with white semen over her. It was like there were several eruptions of it at once; some was expelled from the slit with violent force, others dribbled down the bulbous head. There the streams either continued down the shaft or dripped directly down on to her belly. My god, she was already covered in it. Cum was pooling on her belly and in her bellybutton, running down her mound as well. A few shots had reached her tits and were sticking to the shaking flesh. Helena was not sure if she imagined it,, but there was something warm and sticky on her chin as well. Jack toppled forward but kept himself from falling onto her. His arms landed on both sides of her shoulders and kept him arched above Helena like a pair of pillars. Together they watched in awe as the black cock covered the smooth belly in white cum. It throbbed once, twice, and final strand of semen touched her skin. Warm, hot, incredibly sexy. Caught up in the afterglow of the orgasm the worry Helena felt was deported to the back of her mind. Pulling out was never one-hundred percent safe, she knew that. Lazily stroking the cock she got a few more drops out of it. This was so risky. But still, a part of her had wished that he had emptied inside of her, just so that she could have felt its pleasure-filled throbbing. The air smelt of sex, cum and sweat, musky and heavy, filling their nostrils. Never had there been a more wonderful scent. "I pulled out." Jack concluded and smirked. "You did." Helena said quietly, still slowly jerking him. "But what a mess. How am I supposed to clean it up?" "We could go to the lake." "The lake?" she rolled her eyes and closed them. Lightheadedness had gripped her and made her head fall back down against the ground. "And walk like this through the whole forest?" Jack's eyes traced her naked form, the pools and the slowly moving rivers of thick cum. "There are other ways." "Like what?" "We can use your panties to wipe you off." "Don't be ridiculous." her laugh turned into a brief cough. "Then you could've just not bothered pulling out." "Or - you can lick it up." Helena opened her eyes again. Two big fingers were in front of her face, both of them richly covered with semen. That special, slightly chemical smell filled her nostrils. "Lick it up?" The fingers grazed her lips, leaving smudges of pearly cum on them. Helena slowly looked up at Jack, stared him into the eyes. They were dark entrancing pools. A pink tongue emerged between Helena's lips and cleaned off the cum. It was salty and thick. She was not a fan of neither the texture or taste. But now it was good. Really good. She pushed herself up on her elbows and enveloped Jack's fingers with her mouth. Lovingly sucked them clean, not even realizing how hot it must look to him. Eyes sultry and glossy, mouth licking and sucking his cum. She only let the fingers out when they were clean and wet with spit. Jack chuckled. The same two fingers touched the biggest pool of cum, the one that had assembled in and around her belly button. Scooped up a big load of creamy goodness and brought it to her. Helena devoured it without a second thought. Filled her mouth with the white thickness and that exquisite taste. Each time she had swallowed it all he brought her more, and then more still. The cum running down her mound and threatening her pussy, the cum on her breasts. All went into her hungry mouth. Last Jack flicked a white pearl from her chin and held teasingly just before her lips. Not even thinking Helena reached out with a slimy tongue and licked it off. Swallowed, sent the little drop of protein and life into her stomach. "There you go." Jack looked very proud of himself, and that made Helena chuckle. "Did you eat breakfast before you came here?" She shook her head, teeth showing in a grin. "Now you have." He gently squeezed her right breast. Helena's hand reached out and caressed his chest with the fingertips. "It was delicious." God did she feel dirty saying that. Right now she loved it. *** "How much's the time?" Jack looked at his phone before answering her. "Five past seven." "Wow." Helena closed her eyes. "Time really flies by." Jack was sitting, Helena was lying down. His naked back was leaning against the big rock, her head and arms rested in his lap while the rest of her was stretched out on the ground. She had not bothered dressing, and now dirt and earth dried to her body together with the sweat. Her right hand was grasping the still sticky and muskily smelling cock. Right now it was soft, but even then the size was nothing to frown at. "When are you going to get breakfast?" he asked. "I just ate." she giggled. "Sure, but what about your folks? Aren't they going to wonder where you are?" "I don't know. It's been about an hour, but everyone are so lazy during summer. They sleep all the time, sometimes don't even get up before eight or nine. What about friends?" "They'll call if they need me." "Lucky you." Silence again. Not awkward like it had been yesterday, but comfortable. Silence with chirping birds and rustling leaves added into the mix. Jack's hand had been constantly wandering over Helena's body. Touching shoulders and neck, trailing the back. Playing with her breasts, sometimes even causing soft moans. Now he was gently rubbing her belly. "So you aren't on the pill?" "Nope." "Why not?" Helena sighed and moved her shoulders. "Never been a friend of the pill." she said. "Not compatible, you know. Not all women are. Makes me feel sick, messes up my period." "Ever tried minipill?" She shook her head. "No. Besides, it's not like I need it." "You think?" "You know what I mean." Helena smirked. "I use condoms. No, don't laugh." she stopped him before he could make another snide remark. "It's safer." "Hm. So you fuck your husband with condom?" It felt weird hearing Jack put it like that, but Helena nodded. "Yes." "Really?" now he sounded shocked, or at least surprised. "You never let the guy go bareback with you?" "No." "Why not?" "Because I don't like the pill and most other thing either mess with my hormones or are just too much of a bother." Helena looked up at him. "Okay?" "Just asking. Poor guy." "Poor guy." she repeated, unsure herself if it was in an ironic or straight-forward way. Silence again. Helena slowly stroked his cock, felt the pulse in it against her skin. The shaft filled out her hand nicely even when soft. The balls were relaxed as well, and the sack hung heavy beneath the cock. She had probably never seen one quite as big as this one before. The testicles alone were like small apples. "But you got two kids?" "I do." Helena answered, even though it made her uncomfortable to think about them. What in earth would they think if they saw their mother like this, exposed and cradling a stranger's dick? It would probably scar them for life. "Part of the reason why I use condom nowadays." "Mhm." Jack sounded thoughtful. "Boys?" She glanced up at him with slightly wrinkled forehead. "Why are you asking." "Curious." "Boys." she directed her eyes at the calming green of the summer forest again. "Erik and Alexander." "Nice names." "Yeah." Helena sighed deeply. "It was a nightmare to decide what to call them." "How old are they?" "Ten and seven. Erik's the older the one." Summer's Eve Pt. 02 'He's almost half your age' her brain thought, but Helena kept that to herself. It was weird just thinking about it. "You look great, Helena." Jack was still rubbing her belly, stopping for a short moments at the barely visible stretch marks. "You couldn't tell you got two kids." "Thanks, I guess." Jack's touch was soft and pleasant. Helena adjusted herself and put down a knee in front of the other to shift some weight from the hip. Her ass was now involuntarily at a good angle for Jack to see. It gave satisfaction to know that he was looking at it. "So..." he chuckled and - just as Helena had anticipated - gently slapped her ass, making the flesh ripple. "No black babies for you, I take it." "God no." Helena looked up at him again, now with real concern written on her face. That fear that had been around since yesterday came back to her. "No, just no." Jack's left eyebrow rose and the right eye squinted when he peered at her. Helena realized how she must have sounded. "I mean -" she tried to save the situation. "I'm not at a point in life when I want to get pregnant. I just can't. My work, the house, the kids - all that takes up just too much of my time." Jack's brows furrowed. "You sounded upset." "Look, I know how it came off, but that's not what I meant." Helena continued explaining, cheeks starting to flush. "I didn't mean THAT." "Mean what?" He sounded serious, and this only made Helena more nervous. "Jack, I..." she bit her lip. "Come on. Me getting pregnant from anyone but Lars would be a disaster, but if it was from you... you know what I mean." "No, I don't. What do you mean?" Helena quickly sat up on her knees, breasts bouncing from the sudden movement. She brushed the hair from her face and stared right into his, feeling the anxiety rise within her body and replacing all the warmth that had resided there before. "First of all, I don't want any more kids. It's not that you're..." she struggled saying it. "Black. It's not about that at all. But if you got me... pregnant... I wouldn't be able to blame it on Lars. It just wouldn't work." He gave her a sullen glare. Then laughed. His hand collided with her naked ass again and made her jerk from the sudden impact. Jack was looking at her and laughing, and only now did Helena understand how funny her anxious explanations must have been to him. "Jerk." she grunted at him and turned her head away to avoid looking at the massive white grin. "Asshole." "Come on." he chuckled and squeezed her buttcheek. "Don't look like that, it was just a joke." "A stupid joke." "Phh..." Jack shook his head. "Whatever. Sorry. But seriously - you've ever been with a black guy before? I won't judge." he added and chortled again. Helena shook her head. "Why not?" "Just... never came around to it." another glance at him made her roll eyes. "I only dated a handful of guys when in the gymnasium and at university. Met Lars when I was twenty-two, married him a year later." "So no black dick for you?" She shook her head like she would at her oldest son when he came home using a strange word he had picked up from the older kids at school. "No." "There's a first time for everything." This time when she meet his eyes something pleasantly fluttered inside of her. Nod. Smiling Jack leaned forward and kissed her neck. His lips were amazing, soft yet firm in their intent. Any girl would melt at their touch, and so did Helena. He worked his way from it to the kissed upwards, working his way from neck to jaw line, then cheek and finally mouth. A big tongue poked at her lips. She opened up to it. The tongue nestled deep inside of her mouth and wrestled hers to the the ground in a gentle match for dominance. Hands were once more caressing her body, and before Helena knew it she was on the ground spooning with Jack. She liked being the little spoon, and pressed against his body she really felt small. The wonderful mouth moved over to kissing her neck, back and shoulder, allowing Helena to lean her head against the elbow. A particularly hard pinch at a nipple made her wince through her smile. "Ouch." "You ready to go again?" "Again?" she showed her teeth when the grip of the nipple grew harder. "I don't think that's a good idea." "Why not?" "I'm sore all over. And your cock is still..." she could feel it pressing against her ass, growing and hardening by the second. "Really sticky." "Is that a problem?" "The sperm on it and in your urethra is." "Oh, there are ways around that." Helena's butt-cheeks parted and something hard and intrusive pressed against her asshole. "No!" her entire body instinctively clenched and she slapped him on the arm. "Just no." "Why not?" he asked in amusement at her reaction. "It's perfect if you don't want any sperm in your little pussy." "First of all - don't talk like that. You scared the life out of me by coming in 'that little pussy' yesterday. And second - my ass is of limits." "Why?" "It just is." "You don't know what you're missing." "I don't know and I don't care." Helena said sternly. "No butt-stuff." He sighed in feigned disappointment. "Then there's only one thing I can do for you. Cleanup, then pussy." "Cleanup? You mean me cleaning you up?" "Who else?" Helena looked at the forest again. The cock was still growing behind her, becoming bigger, fatter and hotter with each throb. She was playing dangerous. Even if taking everything else out of account (like her being unfaithful with a stranger in the middle of a forest where anyone could see her), she was taking a big risk. Pulling out is risky at best - there is never any guarantee that some semen doesn't leak out before ejaculation. Helena had already allowed the unthinkable to happen twice. But thrice? The stakes were rising by the minute. Reason begged her no. But reason had become persona non grata in Helena's mind as of late. "Okay." she breathed, feeling as her pussy clenched in anticipation. "Sure." They sat up and Jack once more rested his back against the massive rock. Helena answered to that silly, boyish smirk of his by rolling her eyes. The black cock was pointing straight up from between his legs. The balls hung heavy underneath it, almost touching the ground. In daylight the cock looked even more glorious than during the night. Ever little shape, every little bulge of flesh in the ebony tower appeared in detail. It was simply amazing in its might, confirming the ancient stereotype about black men. Helena's mouth watered. Staring at the cock she tore off the top and workout bra that had still been been around her neck and collarbone. Why leave them on? It was not like they were hiding anything anyway. Realizing that she was still wearing her shoes she reached down to untie them, but Jack stopped her. "Leave them on." "Why?" "You look damn sexy in them." Maybe he had a point. The fresh white running shoes made for an interesting contrast with her naked body. Helena could not help herself but giggle as she knelt before Jack. Trembling with nervous excitement she grabbed his cock in both hands and gave it a few light jerks. It was hot and pulsating against against her skin. Semen and juices still covered the shaft and head. Helena licked her lips, glanced briefly at Jack's face and then bent down. Her breath hit the cockhead and then her tongue reached, swirled across its smooth surface. A mix of salty cum and her own juices entered Helena's mouth. A strange cocktail of flavours, but not the most unpleasant either. If Lars had seen her now, bent over and licking another man's dick like this... "Something wrong?" Jack asked. "No, nothing." Helena shook her head to get the intruding sense of shame out of it. It would have to wait for later. "Just trying to get started." She licked again, swirled her tongue around the smooth black head. It was soon covered in her saliva and glistening. With hands slowly jerking up and down the shaft Helena took the tip into her mouth, let her lips close around it and sucked. The taste of warm flesh, cum, sweat and juices flushed over her tastebuds. "Damn." she looked up when Jack groaned and saw - to her satisfaction - the pleasure written in his face. "You do this often?" Helena incorporated the shaking of her head into the blowjob. More of the cock entered her mouth, lured in by the sucking motions of her lips. Its sheer girth uncomfortably forced her jaws open. "No?" he looked surprised again. "So you're telling me that you don't do this to your husband?" "Not that often." the cock slid out of her mouth, but barely half of it was wet and sloppy. "I don't like blowjobs that much." "But you're doing it for me?" Shame. Yes, there it was again in the back of her head. Helena closed her eyes, but instead of answering she just took the cock into her mouth once more, hoping to drown the guilt with it. She forced the fat, black shaft deeper in. Gagged. Let it out again as she struggled against the throat reflex. "You're too big." she complained. "I can't get it in." That sounded dirty too. Jack grabbed the back of her head and turned her face up towards him. "You could use some practice, but you're a natural if I ever met one." He forced away her hands from the cock and grabbed it himself, directing it straight at her face. Helena was bent forward again by the hand on her head. She did not fight it, only accepted him into her mouth once more. "Don't want a baby?" Jack inquired. "Then make sure to get the pipes clean." The fingers tensed around Helena's head, urging her to action. With her pussy rapidly moistening she started sucking, caressing the cock in all ways she could imagine. Tongue danced over the head, her lips locked in an airtight seal around the hot shaft. Soon her head began bobbing up and down, just as much driven by her own muscles as by Jack's arm. When the first throaty moan came from him Helena smiled. Or tried, at least - it was hard to do with her jaws and mouth stretched to the limit with cock. Amidst the sea of saliva filling her mouth and coating the black monster she felt the taste of something else leaking out from the dick. Precum, either that or something that had remained inside the tubes. God, was she really betting her protection on 'cleaning the pipes' in this primitive fashion? At the very least she was not on her fertile period. She clung on to the thought. Her jaws and corners of the mouth were starting to hurt for real when Jack finally pulled out. Helena rubbed the aching areas and was then briskly pushed to the ground. "Really?" she asked and giggled nervously, finding herself lying on her side with Ali spooning her from behind. "Just like that, no foreplay?" "I think we've handled that part already." "So romantic." Her amused mutter was cut short by a sharp inhale when he hoisted her left leg up into the air. The cock was already at her pussy, pressing against the wet folds. Helena grabbed the cock and held it close against her. She let it feel the heat and wetness seeping from her body, but this time she did not guide Jack inside of her. "Just be careful." she mumbled. "I'm sore and I gotta get going soon. And whatever you do, don't finish in me." "You sure? And waste a perfectly good load?" "I'm serious!" "Relax." he playfully bit her neck. "But I'm going to finish in your mouth." "What? We didn't agree on that." "What do you prefer? Easiest way to stay clean. Be pragmatic. Either that or it all goes into your wonderful little pussy." His rude tone made her want to slap him, but Helena stilled her hand. She was longing for his touch - her cunt more than any part of her - and although his words were impolite they were also... arousing. "Just tell me when you're about to finish." Helena muttered and pushed the cock against her sore but oh so hungry cunt. "I'll take care of it." His entry was warmly received. The cockhead, still wet from her mouth, brushed up and down the length of her pussy, covering itself further in slippery juices. The pink and engorged lips kissed it welcome and parted to let the black tower inside. The walls wrapped around it as a silky glove and sucked it in, guiding into Helena's depths. The descent was smooth and pleasurable - a fragrant bouquet of tingling nerve endings. Jack held up Helena's left leg to make room for himself, but both his body and cock were large enough for him to easily access the inviting cunt. There was no need for hesitation or stops. He immediately got to work. This time was different from the first two. The position - spooning, her back against his muscular chest - changed the sensation in its own way. Helena was resting her head against her elbow, focusing entirely on the feeling of the cock inside of her. She had even closed her eyes to shut out anything that could come in the way, giving herself completely to the sensation. But also Jack worked differently this time around. At first it was like before - slow and probing, warming her up - but then the pace quickly exploded into rapid, violent thrusting. It took Helena completely off-guard and she stared down between her legs with a mix of shock and pleasure. But then, almost as quickly as it had come, the assault at her pussy slowed down, and the pace became slow. Helena was not one to question his approach. It was not like she had any reason to complain - his cock was as big as ever, her pussy just as wet as before, and his thrusting motions were already making her world blur with pleasure. Jack picked up the pace again, making her gasp and moan. "You're really tight." he breathed in her ear when she slowed down once more. "Fucking amazing." Helena moaned in answer. Jack continued mumbling in her ear, making a point of thrusting into her with extra force for emphasis. "Can't even tell that you had two kids." Helena groaned and winced when the guilt threatened to overflow her from the inside, but Jack successfully drowned it out. He stretched her out to the very limit, pierced deeper into her than anything had ever done before. The world was once more revolving around his cock and her pussy, locked in a tight embrace of fire. For some time there was nothing but pleasure - Jack picked up the pace again. She gave herself to him willingly. Now - once again a few moments of respite. Steady, slow but powerful thrusting instead of furious assault. Helena was breathing heavily now. Jack nibbled at her neck and shoulder, his arm still holding her leg in the air. "You sure you don't want a baby?" he growled to her. "Cause I can fix that." "God..." Helena's pussy was clenching around him in ecstasy. "No." "Why not?" he insisted, chuckling and growling at the same time. "I got a big load just for you..." Jack picked up the pace again and made Helena cry out. Moments of pure slapping of flesh against flesh, grunting and breathing. Then once more his voice; "I can shoot it all into you. Fucking fill your pussy up with it. Knock you up." At this point Helena should have stopped him and told him to piss off with that kind of attitude. Even though it was just dirty-talk it was crossing the line. Completely unacceptable. But Helena's body did not mind. If anything the orgasmic heat grew even quicker inside of her, soon threatening to reach critical level. "Wouldn't you want that, huh?" Jack was biting her neck, his teeth digging down into her flesh. The mark would be there for everyone to see. "Me shooting a big load into you? Making you pregnant?" "Aaah..." "Giving you a black baby." Helena was boiling from within. Critical meltdown imminent. Tsunami approaching, rising up from the depths. "I'm gonna knock you up, you hear me!?" Orgasm. Glorious spasms. Helena cried out and arched her back. Her cunt gushed with juices and clenched Jack's cock. With a animal growl he pulled out of her, knelt by Helena's burning body and grabbed her by the head. Trembling in ecstasy from head to toe she tried to pull herself up, but her muscles failed her. Yet she did open her mouth, hungry and waiting for cum. The first rope hit her straight in the face and obscured her vision, but the next one splashed directly down her throat. Jack rammed his cock into her mouth and moaned loudly. The throbbing mountain of flesh rapidly filled Helena's mouth with hot, salty seed. She swallowed it without hesitation, the only thing stopping her being the speed with which she could send it down into her stomach. Big bulges travelled up and down her throat, her esophagus overflowing with cum. Yet she loved every moment of it, even loved when her body started screaming for air. She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked some more. This was just not some random fluid, but a potent mix of proteins and a myriad of life. Hundreds of millions of sperm and Jack's genetical code was in this hot, thick brew, and Helena wanted all of it. She did not swallow it - she devoured it. Jack squeezed the last drops into her open mouth and then let the cock slap against her face. He used it to gather up the sperm coating Helena's eyes and deposited it too in the gaping pink maw. She helped him the best she could, and together they slowly got her vision back. The eyes burned slightly, but that was the price for not being quick enough. It took minutes for Helena's breathing to return to normal. When the nerves and muscles finally returned to her control she slowly sat up and inspected herself. Body was covered in sweat, and where she had rested against the ground it was dirty with earth and other forest crap. She was still only wearing socks and white running shoes. The rest of her clothes were scattered around her, forgotten and discarded. "Clean pussy." Jack's fingers slid down her mound. "You cleaned up good." Helena got up. The legs were weak but managed to hold her up. She stood naked by the rock, feeling the air enter and exit her lungs and caress her flustered skin. What a mess she was; grimy, sweaty, tired and sore all over. But somehow she had never felt more beautiful. "Photo." "What?" she glanced back at Jack. He was holding his phone in his hand. "Can I take a photo?" "What..." her jaw dropped, but she was not as surprised or shocked as she should have been. He must have fucked the wits straight out of her head. "Photo?" "Yeah." he held it up to her and smiled. "Just one. You look damn beautiful, Helena." "Okay." She could hardly believe it herself, but she agreed. Jack grinned widely and stood up himself. Held up the phone and Helena heard the soft digital 'click' of a photo being taken. Jack walked up to her, wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. On the screen she saw a woman standing with her back to the camera, but with the upper body slightly turned towards it. One could glimpse a breast and a hard nipple, as well as a flustered face partially obscured by hair. One blue eye looked straight at the camera, or rather at the man holding it. "Good quality." Helena muttered. "Your camera." "It is, isn't it?" "Just..." "Of course." the arm left her shoulder and helped squeeze her butt instead. "Don't worry about seeing it anywhere else." Helena was too overflowing with emotions to care about some photo. She pressed herself against Jack and he held her tight. It was a beautiful morning. Summer's Eve Pt. 03 Thank you for the comments and support. It helps motivation and productivity a lot. This tale is rather story-driven, and therefore I can't squeeze in exactly what I want in each episode, but I have to weave it more organically into the story. Because of this there will not be much in the way of Interracial in this part. I know, I know - it's weird not to have it in the Interracial Love genre. There is smut, but actually none of the interracial variety. Sorry. If you bear with me I will more than make up for it in the coming episodes. Continue commenting and tell me what you think. I enjoy reading your thoughts. ***** They parted ways coming out of the forest, just like they had yesterday. But only now instead of dark evening it was morning. The sun was climbing higher and higher in the east and casting its warm summer light over the world. When they had the closest cottages within view but were themselves hidden by the treeline, Helena turned to Jack. There was a big hole in her stomach when she looked up into his face. "When?" she asked in a low, hoarse whisper. There was so much else she could have said to him. She could have - even though she knew that it would have been pointless - tried to convince both him and herself that this had been the last time. She could have also cursed him, or just walked home without saying another word. But instead she turned and looked up at him with worry and excitement ruling inside of her. "Are you sure about this?" he asked her back, calmly but quietly. "You should think about it, Helena." Helena bit her lip. Her teeth clenched and it started to hurt, but she did not stop. The pain helped to gain at least some semblance of coherence in her thoughts. "Are you trying to say that I shouldn't?" she asked weakly. "I'm saying that you should think about it." he sounded so calm, so collected in comparison with her. "Are you sure you want to continue with this?" "Yes." Jack smiled, and his hand brushed against her breast. Helena nervously touched the fabric of his tank-top, feeling the strength of the chest muscles beneath it. "I'm going to town today." he said after a moment of thoughtful silence. "With the others. So not during the day." "Of course not." she mumbled, just as much to him as to herself. "I can't either." "But I should be back by evening. So, tonight?" Helena quickly nodded. "I have to put Lars and the kids to sleep first, but yes, I think that would work." "After midnight?" "Where do we meet? "Right here? "No, it's too close. Maybe... the beach?" "You're not afraid that we're going to run into someone else there?" That was a possibility of course. "We'll just have to be careful." she concluded and gave a quiet giggle. Got on her toes and reached out to kiss him. He smiled and then obliged her, allowing Helena to melt in his arms for a few sweet moments. "Get going." Jack gave her butt a playful slap and then headed across the field in the direction of his cottage. He did not look back at her as he crossed it. Helena followed his example and headed home with quick steps. She really needed a shower. The big clock hanging on the inner veranda wall and which Helena could clearly see through the outer glass walls, showed exactly eight o'clock when she finally walked through the fence gate. She had completely lost track of time, and she was happy that not more passed since she left. The very next thing Helena spotted was Lars, sitting at the small set of stairs leading up to the main veranda entrance. If not for the coffee cup in his hands it would have looked like he was napping. Helena had, however, barely entered the cottage grounds before he spotted her. "Good morning." Helena stopped dead in her track. Realizing that such a shocked reaction to a simple greeting could be suspicious, she made sure to look like she was only stretching her sore muscles after a long run. She was sore alright, but it was most definitely not from any running. "Good morning." she replied, forcing a smile and hoping that she would sound cheerful or at least light-hearted. "You already up?" "I am." Lars squinted against the sun. "How was your run." "It was okay." "You were away for almost two hours." "Well, I didn't run all the time. I took it slow, and then I just started walking. Need to work on my cardio, I guess." she made a chuckle. "But it is really nice weather, so at least I could enjoy it." "It really is nice." Lars closed his eyes again and Helena immediately felt relief. At least it did not seem like he suspected anything. "Are the kids up yet?" Lars chuckled. "Well, yes and no. It's cartoon morning. They're up but they're glued to the TV." "That's summertime, I suppose." Helena adjusted her top. There were still specks of dirt on it, even though she had tried to brush them off. "So I'm not late for breakfast yet?" "No. My parents are just about to start making it. There's coffee though." he slightly raised the cup for emphasis. "The coffee maker is full. Want some?" "Why not. I think I can really need it. But first I'm going to take a shower. Lars peered at her again and Helena involuntarily tensed up. "You should." he jokingly said to her. "You look like you've been rolling around on the ground. What happened?" Helena's brain proved itself uncooperative this time around: 'I threw of my clothes when I was getting fucked by a stranger' it said. This thought was, however, quickly discarded and replaced with something more sensible. "I actually did." Helena said, looking away from Lars' face and instead focusing on the crown of the birch tree she could see above the roof of the house. "I tripped and fell, so technically I did." "You did?" now he wrinkled his forehead. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine." she quickly assured him with a smile. "I'm just fine. But yeah, I do need that shower." She headed for the veranda with quick steps. Suddenly the bathroom was like a beacon of salvation - the only chance she had to wash away the sweat and grime that could tell about what she had done not twenty minutes ago. When she passed Lars he looked up at her and touched her bare leg. "I'm all sweaty and gross." she protested weakly. "You're never gross." he winked at her. "Come on now, give me a kiss." Would Lars really say that if he knew what she had been doing all morning? If he had seen how she was sucking Jack's cock and licking up his cum like... like someone that was not her at all? Helena felt really uncomfortable even thinking about it. Yet she leaned down, gave Lars a quick peck on the lips and then practically ran - after having dropped off her shoes - inside the house itself. "Hi mom!" Alexander, her youngest son, called to her from the couch at which he and Erik sat. "Hi dear." she blurted, hurrying through the corridor to her and Lars' bedroom. "Slept well?" "Yes I did." "Great." Inside the bedroom she grabbed the first set of clean clothes she found in the wardrobe - a t-shirt, a bra, panties and beige shorts. With them in her arms she went straight for the bathroom. Only when she had locked the door behind her did she take a breath of relief. Here she was safe, hidden from onlookers. Here she could clean away and dispose of the evidence of what she had done. She ditched her clothes on the floor and stepped inside the stall. Her shower was long, intensive and hot. Like earlier she made sure to work the heat into her skin and muscles to soothe them. Her pussy was sore - really sore - even when she carefully washed it. But it was the good kind of soreness. It was so good, in fact, that it made the guilt flare up inside of Helena again, and this time it did not leave her alone. How could she have done this? After a while - all too soon for her taste - she realized that there was only so much water one could waste on freshening up. Soaked from top to toe and pink from the hot water she stepped out of the stall, dried herself off and threw her running clothes into the laundry basket. They were sweaty and dirty, probably stained with fluids as well. She promised herself to do the laundry today, just so she could be the one to throw the clothes into the washing machine. Then she could make sure than to one else would come in contact with them. Her panties were still damp when she put them at the bottom of the basket, still marked with her arousal. It was crazy how wet she had been. Helena used the drier until her hair was dry, then put on the fresh clothes and stared at herself in the mirror. Did she look like an adulteress? Helena stared at her reflection, worry and guilt filling her up from within. Did she look like a woman that would betray her entire family just to go off into the forest to have passionate sex with a near complete stranger? The Helena in the mirror did not look very unusual. The blue eyes were worried, perhaps a little tired. Solemn. Her skin was still rosy after the hot shower. But otherwise there was nothing unusual about her. Nothing that could tip of the world about what she had done. Or at least, that was what she really, really hoped was the case. Helena washed her face over the sink in cold water and then, finally feeling brave enough, walked out to join the others for breakfast. "So you were out running today?" Maria asked when Helena sat down at her usual place at the table. "That early?" "Yes." Helena nodded and mumbled a 'thank you' when she was handed the milk pack by her mother. "I had trouble sleeping, so I figured I should go for a run. I haven't been keeping with my workout schedule ever since we came here." "But it's summer." the older woman said with a chuckle. "It is now that we're all supposed to go lazy and pudgy from doing nothing." "Exactly -" Lars interrupted his mother with sly look at his wife. "It's summer. It's now we're supposed to keep the body in shape for the beach. Isn't that right?" Helena nodded and forced a smile. "Exactly." "I should start getting into my routine too." Lars continued. "If anyone has gone lazy during the summer, then it's me." And from the on the conversation moved on to other things. The rest of the breakfast went surprisingly well. It was light and reasonably healthy, with milk and whole grain cereal and sandwiches with cheese and sliced ham. Fruit too - cut pieces of apple, orange and banana. Helena had not eaten properly since supper yesterday, and now she realized just how hungry she was. In the middle of a sandwich a little lewd voice in her brain decided to remind her that she had, in fact, just eaten. Helena could only hope that her rosy post-shower skin would cover up her embarrassment when the thought entered her mind. She lowered her eyes and focused on the food, but at this point it was impossible to get it out of her mind. The memory of salty semen on the tip of her tongue came back to her. Helena had eaten breakfast alright - two enormous loads of Jack's cum. It was still in her stomach at this very moment. God damn her brain. Helena cursed herself but continued eating. She was, after all, still hungry, and it gave her the perfect opportunity to avoid taking part of the conversation. When someone would address her she would just briefly reply and then turn attention to her meal again. She did not trust herself enough to sound casual, so just focusing on the food was probably a wise decision. The rest of the day passed in some sort of strange blur. Everything was... unfocused. Helena was there and present, surrounded by people and taking part of what was going on, yet everything kind of... melted together. A big mix of insipid nothingness. Breakfast ended and she helped Maria clean the table. Her father sat down in a sun-chair outside to read the newspaper and smoke his pipe. He was the archetype of a bearded grandfather like that. The kids rushed outside to play with their water pistols again, this time deciding that the field would be a better battlefield. Lars decided to go with them. "What about going to the lake later?" he asked Helena as he donned his sunscreen cap. "It's a beautiful day, for once." "The lake?" she sheepishly repeated, mentally slapped herself and then casually shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. If the weather's fine." "It should hold up." "Maybe later then. When the sun has warmed the water. It was a bit chilly yesterday." Truth be told Helena had no wish to go swimming today. When Lars left she sat down in a chair on the veranda, grabbed that detective novel she had set herself to read before the summer was out and opened the page she had stopped on. Focusing on the book proved hard. Her eyes would move over the text and she would flip the pages, but then Helena would catch herself realizing that she had actually no idea what she had read. It just blurred together. The same could be said for the day itself. The thoughts, oh those damn thoughts. They swirled around in her brain in a constant whirlwind. Many of them were memories - vividly, almost painfully clear images from the morning and the evening at the lake. Time and time again they played in Helena's head. It was like watching a movie in HD and 3D, and actually being present inside of it. Smells, details, sensations. Everything was overwhelmingly clear. Helena tried to focus on her novel, tore herself time and time again from the mists filling her head. But it proved nearly impossible to escape them. With the thoughts came emotions, and that particular cocktail was even worse than the memories. Lust. There was no point in denying it. It had been - and still was - lust. Pure, unaltered desire. She could not get Jack out of her mind. His dark and magnificent body. The pleasantly low voice. His touch, altering from featherlight and tingling to overpoweringly rough. His cock. Helena groaned quietly when it once more appeared before her. Its size, its shape. How it moved inside of her, how hot it was and how it had been used to fill her up so completely. How it brought her to the most bombastic orgasms of her entire life. Earlier Helena could have at least tried to fool herself with arguments that denied it. Like that the first time with Jack had been a mistake. What could you say - she had acted incredibly immaturely and paid the price for it. But that had been one time. One time could, somehow, with a lot of effort, be rationalized and almost forgiven. But twice...? Helena wanted to slap herself in the face. Hard. When there was no one to hear or see it she did just that. Massive facepalm. With lust came guilt. It assaulted her without mercy. It almost physically hurt to look at Lars and his parents, and even more to even see in the direction of Erik and Alexander. Helena was a terrible person. A stupid, egoistical, terrible person. One that had betrayed everyone and her entire family just for a few measly hours of pleasure. Loyalty, love, marriage - all that she had thrown out the window in order to... Yes, in order to do what? That was a good question. Helena had trouble answering it even to herself. She knew that she was attracted to Jack. Like really. Like practically drooling over him, by now she had admitted that much. Had it been simple desire that had made her throw herself at him? Or just.. curiosity? It was demeaning to know that she was that weak-spirited. Was the only thing required to make her forget about everything a pair of stupid compliments? It seemed that way. Helena could not deny that she had liked it. Jack's words, most of them spoken with such sincerity (or at least played sincerity) had made her feel really good. All warm and fuzzy inside. He had swayed her so easily. This tornado of thoughts and emotions continued swirling in her head, not for a single moment leaving her. Before Helena knew it was already dinner time. Maria had handled the food - mostly remains from Midsummer's Eve (there was still tonnes of it in the fridge, and they had to be eaten at some point), so Helena forced herself to get up and help prepare the table. Lars and the kids had returned hours ago, but she had barely noticed it. Everyone sat down by the table and ate. Strange. It was like they had just had breakfast, and Helena was still full. She forced herself to eat anyway. When the dinner was drawing to a close, Lars turned took a last sip of his beer and turned to her. "So, what about us going swimming? It should be pretty warm by now." Helena thought about it, eyes locked on her plate. It was a good suggestion - all of the family, together, going to the lake to enjoy the warm summer sun and water. It what they were supposed to do, and what she was supposed to want. Bur right now she really didn't want to go anywhere. Her mind was just too full with thoughts, and they had taken away all of her energy and desire to do anything. "I guess." she said. "But... I don't know." "What?" "I don't know." she repeated, unsure of herself. "I think it's a good idea. But I'm feeling a little bit under the weather today." "So you're not going?" it was Erik interjecting in the exchange, and he was already looking disappointed. "I thought you were going too." "If she's not feeling very well maybe it's for the best that she doesn't go." Now it was Maria's time to join in, now addressing her grandson. "She has been looking a bit tired." "Actually - yes." Lars looked at his wife with a concerned wrinkle appearing between his brows. "You have been... I don't know, quiet. Are you feeling alright?" Helena's heart squirmed. The last thing she wanted was for all attention to be focused on her. "I'm just a bit tired." she mumbled. "I had problem sleeping tonight." "Maybe you're getting a cold?" her mother said and immediately looked worried. "If you were out swimming at the lake yesterday then you might have gotten one. The water has still been pretty cold, especially during the evenings." "I'm fine." Helena protested and looked to her husband for support. "I'm just a bit..." That intruding part of her brain filled her out with 'thinking about the black guy that has had sex with me twice' and made her close her eyes. "Tired." she concluded. "That's all." "You don't have to come if you don't want to." Lars said. "Are you feeling sick?" "More like under the weather." Helena discreetly bit the inside of her lip. "I'm fine, don't worry about me. Just... tired." "Maybe you should stay at home then." "Maybe." Helena said. "Sorry." She looked at Lars, anxiously expecting to see traces of annoyance or even suspicion on his face. He just shrugged, and although he looked a little disappointed there was nothing out of the ordinary about his reaction. Helena's had a dropping feeling in her stomach when he looked away to finish the meal. She barely dared look at her children until dinner was over. After, when Lars, Erik and Alexander had gathered their things and left, she was on the edge of grabbing her bikini and towel and running after them. But despite the guilt she stayed. Having to put up a normal facade around her family while the storm of thoughts and emotions was still raging inside of her was just too hard. At least today she needed to ride it out in peace. Despite Maria's protests and assurance that she could handle it herself and that Helena should go get some rest to avoid getting sick, Helena helped her with washing the dishes, cleaning of the table and launching the laundry into the washing machine. After having started the machine and heard it start gurgling with water she felt a little better. At least that incriminating detail had been taken care off. Having dealt with all pressing chores Helena retreated to her and Lars' bedroom with her novel. The window had been ajar ever since the morning, and with the sun having moved on there was no longer any direct sunlight coming in from the east. The room was pleasant, cool and shady. Just like she wanted it. Helena made herself as comfortable as possible on the bed, built a tower of pillows behind her back and lit the bedside lamp. The cottage was silent. Maria had walked outside to sit in the garden, and Rasmus - her father - had once more taken to outdoors to enjoy his pipe, this time accompanied by a book of his own. The only sounds being heard was the muffled churning of the washing machine in the bathroom and the rustling of leaves in the birch outside. Peaceful. Usually it was just the kind of environment that could help Helena focus. Summer's Eve Pt. 03 She really tried to read her novel, she did. Yet it seemed impossible. Her thoughts returned to what had happened. Again. And of course it had to be Jack she thought about. His voice, his body, his cock. Him fucking her on the ground in the forest, him on top of her at the shore of the lake in the light of the dying sun. Her sucking his cock, feeling him shoot his thick load into her mouth and stomach. Helena threw the useless book on the floor and turned off the light. Buried her head in the pillows and groaned. This was just agony. Helena rolled over on her back and closed her eyes. Maybe it would be a good idea to try and get some sleep. Just a quick nap. After all she had been up very early today. But who could have guessed - she couldn't sleep either. Instead she just laid on the bed, eyes closed and mind overflowing. It was like she did not have any choice. Helena's hand slowly made its way down across her body. It started with her stomach and then traced its smooth form down into her shorts. Helena covered her face with her other hand, ashamed over her weakness. But her body, on the other hand, was all but ashamed. Her legs tensed up and pressed together when the fingers reached her mound. The hairs prickled her skin and she remembered that she had to shave. The fingers continued down and reached inside of her panties. The fabric between her legs was already damp. Helena bit her lip when she brushed against her labia. Her entire sex was still somewhat sore, still remembering the big cock that had been inside of it. Even though it was sensitive to touch, she could not just stop either. It felt too good. A delicate tingling was spreading through her crotch, and the warmth that came with it was slowly expanding from through her body. Helena placed her index and ring finger on both sides of her pussy and let the middle one slide across the lips. Her teeth clenched down on her lip to stop a moan from escaping. She was wet and hot, and her body responded with a wonderful shiver. Helena did not tease herself for long, and let the finger dip inside. Her pussy wrapped around it, engulfed it with heat and wetness. Helena probed herself and was surprised how tight she was. Sure, one finger was not that big of a difference, but her own body's lustful reaction almost scared her. So she continued. Helena had masturbated a lot when she was younger. Probably not much more than other, 'normal' girls and young women, but considerably more than not at all. It was not like she had stopped doing it because she married, and neither after she had her children. Don't the experts say that it is completely normal to masturbate, be you man or woman and no matter how old? Yet when Helena slowly and gingerly slid her finger in and out of herself she realized that it had been a long while since the last time. She added the index finger and squirmed in pleasure, stifling another moan with lips pressed together. Her free left hand found its way to her breast and squeezed it. Helena's mind filled with the image of Jack being the one grabbing it. His big dark hand grabbing her breast and fondling in that way that he did. Play with her nipple in the process, maybe even put his lips around it and suck. The contrast between his skin ebony black skin and the pale shade of hers - it had been incredible to see. After some hesitation she abandoned herself to the fantasies. It was just too much to ask to try and lock them away in the back of her mind, and even if she tried it probably would not work either. So Helena gave in, and the wonderful tingling sensations radiating from her pussy only grew better. She withdrew from her sopping sex and turned her attention to the clit instead. She rubbed it carefully, circled it with her fingertips and teased it. Her legs automatically pressed together and Helena rolled over on her side, but her hand remained where it was. It switched from the clitoris to her cunt again, digging deeper with more fingers. But even with three and then even four inside for her walls to cramp around, she did not feel full. It was not the same. Jack and his cock filled her mind. It grew and grew inside of her brain as she imagined it pressing against her, filling her up so completely. At one point she even realized that it was approaching fantastical, inhuman proportions that widely overshadowed the real deal. It made her smile through clenched teeth as a small wave of pleasure ran through her. It was not orgasm, not yet, but it was the first ripple on the surface of the sea. Helena paused for but a moment and listened, trying to figure out if there was someone else but her in the house. Her ears picked up nothing but the rustling of leaves and a light breeze, so she relaxed again, and let herself sink deeper into the warm embrace of pleasure and fantasy. Tonight she would meet him again. Even though it was wrong and shameful, and that she would be betraying Lars once more, she would meet him. Jack. Helena tried to imagine their meeting, and her pleasure-drunk mind quickly painted a picture for her that only made her pussy clench even tighter around her fingers, and her entire body pulsate with excitement. It was night and the moon was up, illuminating the path through the forest. Helena wandered along it, clad in a simple flowery dress and nothing more. At the end of the path was the lake. In its mirror-calm waters the moon was reflected as a flawless disk of purest silver. Jack was waiting for her at the beach, tall, handsome and strong. He helped her off with the dress, and it turned to wisps the moment it fell from her body. In his embrace Helena descended into the water, and together they would swim out into the middle of the lake. Swim and kiss, passionately. Then they returned to the beach, both of them glistening wet as they emerged from the water. Helena lied down on the sand and spread her legs for him, and Jack entered her, fulfilling her like nothing else. And again the universe would contract to the two of them. Helena made a sharp exhale and pressed her left hand against her mouth. He pussy was clenching and feverishly pulsating around her fingers. The orgasm had her in its grip and it took all of her self-control not to moan or groan out load. Helena laid on her side, eyes clothes and mouth open, waiting for the warm wave to subside. It took some time to come to her senses, but part of her wished that they would have not returned at all. Self-loathing returned as soon as the pleasure was gone. Helena withdrew her hand from her crotch. It was glistening with her juices, and the panties themselves were soaking wet. She forced herself up from the bed, walked over to the wardrobe where she found another fresh pair and changed. When again appropriate she made her way through the house - thankfully everyone were still out - and put the damp panties in the laundry basket. While washing her hands she looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were rosy. "I'm fucking crazy." Helena whispered to her reflection. The reflection agreed, of course. What could it else do? *** Evening came at last. The sun was slowly settling in the west, painting the cloudless sky in delicate red colours. The day was ending, and Helena had some trouble containing her excitement and nervousness. "Have you brushed your teeth?" she asked her sons. "Yes mom." said Erik and nodded. "But do we really have to go to bed yet?" "It's half past ten." Helena said, looking at the clock. "It's getting late, so yes - you two are going to bed. And no movie watching -" she added, using her most motherly voice. "If you try I'm going to hear it." Both Erik and Alexander looked somewhat disappointed, but they obeyed her command. She watched them climb onto the prepared couch futon. Her heart squirmed in her chest, but she forced herself to push all those painful, guilt-filled thoughts away. "You heard that your dad is going into town tomorrow, right?" she said. "I don't know how long you sleepyheads will want to sleep tomorrow, but is there anything that you want?" "A water pistol." Alexander immediately declared from under his blanket. "A water pistol?" Helena raised an amused eyebrow. "You already have a new one. Oh, don't tell me that you broke it?" "No, it's not broken. I just need a larger one." the boy explained. "Like a big gun, so I can have more water in it." "That you will have to discuss with your dad." Helena replied with a soft shake of the head. "And that will be another day." "Maybe he can buy some candy?" Erik, always the paragon of moderation, asked hopefully from his place next to the wall. "What kind of candy?" "Milk chocolate, and the more the better." "That you say?" Helena said, chuckling. "I will see what I can do. Alex, you?" "I want chocolate too." "Alright." Helena walked over to the light switch and turned off the lights, sinking the living room into soft shadows. It was not completely dark yet, and some of the dying sunlight was still seeping in through the windows facing the veranda. "Good night. And no movie watching, you hear me?" "Sure, mom." "Then good night. Sweet dreams." Helena stayed for a moment or two, both to make sure that the boys were lying down and to just admire them. Time flies quickly, that is a concept that any parent realizes all too soon. Maria and Rasmus had already retired to their bedroom, and with the boys now in bed it was only Helena remaining. The cottage was silent once more, and hopefully it would remain such through the night. Helena checked the lock on the door and then headed for her and Lars' bedroom. He was already in bed, undressed and reading a book in the light of the bedside lamp. "Did you get them to bed?" he asked, glancing up at her from the page. "I hope so." Helena walked over to the to the wardrobe, opened it and started undressing in front of it. "Was there anything they wanted for me to buy?" "Water pistols, among other thing." Helena said smirking as she pulled off her t-shirt. "Alexander wants a big one." "A big one?" "Yes. One that holds more water in it." "Huh." "And then they want candy, too. Chocolate, and lots of it." "That's easier to come by." Helena had dropped her clothes and was now pulling on her nightgown. It was thin and light, and perfect for summer nights. She dressed, arranged the discarded clothes on a chair for tomorrow and then stretched her shoulders. Lars had put away the book and watched her with a little smile on his lips. "What?" Helena asked softly. "Nothing." Lars replied, eyes tracing her body. The night-gown only reached down halfway her thighs, and when she moved it had the tendency to slide up to her hips. "Just looking at you." "Oh do you?" Helena smiled. "Do you like what you see?" "Always." She put down a knee in the bed and bent forward, allowing him to kiss her. Suppressed the self-loathing inside of her, forced it out and put on a mask to hide it. She could not allow him to notice anything. Helena climbed onto the bed and nestled in beneath the blanket. Reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, sinking the bedroom into darkness. "Good night." she mumbled. She heard him turn around behind her back and put a hand on her hip. Not in a suggestive way, mind you. Not yet anyway. "Helena." "Yes?" "Can we talk?" Her body immediately froze to ice beneath the covers. She stared out into the darkness, afraid to breathe. "Yes?" His hand was still on her hip. For a while he was silent, and Helena felt an uncomfortable fluttering in her stomach. "Are you alright?" he asked her. "You have been... weird." "I have?" "Yes." Helena tried to figure out what to say. "I... I have not been feeling very well." she said. "Been under the weather in general." "You are not sick, are you?" "I don't know. I don't think so." "Is there something bothering you?" he asked, gently stroking her hip and waist. "You have been quiet. Has something happened? I mean, anything I can do about it?" She shook her head. Then, realizing that something more had to be said, she turned around and faced him. "It's nothing." Helena whispered. "I don't know, it's just that I have been feeling down in general." "Are you sure? If this is about me not coming with you to swim yesterday..." "No." she pressed her forehead against his. "It has nothing to do with you, or anyone else. I've been down, having had some trouble with sleep. That's all." "Are you sure?" he asked again, and Helena's heart squirmed. God she hated herself. "Yes." She kissed him again and then rolled over on her back. He remained on his side, watching her in the dark. His hand was still on her hip, gently stroking her. "What are you doing?" she asked, not accusingly but rather curiously. "Just rubbing your hip." he answered with blunt honesty. It was possible to see him smile in the darkness. "Anything wrong with that?" "Not really." His hand moved down and found its way in under the nightgown. It slowly made its way across the bare skin of her leg, went to the hip again and then onto her stomach. Helena lay silent, eyes looking up at the ceiling as she felt her husband's touch. She did not stop him. In fact, part of her wanted this. His hand came to her lower abdomen and travelled downwards to her mound. The sensation of his fingers brushing against her newly shaven skin was something special. When they finally brushed along the length of her labia Helena smiled. "We are not alone." she mumbled to Lars, feeling his finger trace up and down the sensitive folds. "The kids are not asleep yet." "We could be quiet." Helena chuckled softly and rolled over to face him again, but she let his hand remain between her legs. "Maybe not tonight." she said. "I'm tired." His silence appeared disappointed, but Helena made her best to disarm it. She leaned forward and kissed him, putting her hands on his neck. "What about tomorrow? If we put everyone to bed early maybe we can get some peace." "If that's what you want..." He kissed her back and withdrew his hand from her sex. It felt bad to let go of him like that - his touch had been pleasant. "Tomorrow." she promised, both him and herself. She rolled over to face the room again. It was not because she did not want to be close to Lars, it was more that it was how she felt comfortable and closer to the cooling air seeping in through the window. Lars put his arm around her and grew motionless. Helena listed to his calm breathing, patiently waiting for the familiar snoring to replace it. She felt terrible. And even worse - she felt like a terrible person. She hated lying. In the darkness and near silence of the night there was nothing she could do to even try and distract herself from the thoughts haunting her. The only thing to do was to suffer them. Jack had said after midnight. One and a half hours until then. Pure torment. Helena wanted to go. She had thought about the entire day. Her body was still feeling the results of the last two times, but it wanted to have it again. Needed it. It craved another meeting. At the same time she wanted to stay here, remain with Lars. Kiss him and feel him embrace her. Forget about everything else. But Jack had caught her on a hook, and like a fish she could not do anything but flap around as she was being slowly reeled in. Even as she lay here in the dark with her husband's arm around her, she knew that she would go when the time came. God, why did she have to be so fucking excited? Time past incredibly and painfully slowly, almost like it was not moving at all. After Lars had started snoring Helena checked her phone, making sure to keep the light from hitting her husband's face and rousing him from his sleep. The clock on the display barely moved. But then finally, finally it was midnight. Four big zeroes shone at Helena from the display. She remained in bed, waiting for the minutes to pass. The longer she waited the better - every minute lessened the chance that anyone would still be awake. At least she sincerely hoped that it was the case. Fifteen minutes past midnight Helena slipped out of bed. Lars was calmly snoring, and did not even move when the weight in the bed shifted. Helena stared at him in the darkness, trying to spot any sign of him stirring or being awake. Nothing. He was out cold, it seemed. Helena tip-toed over the floor to the wardrobe and opened it as quietly as possible. Thank god it did not creak. Inside she found the plain white knee-length dress she had prepared for herself. She took it and slipped out of her nightgown. Goosebumps appeared on her skin as it was exposed to the cool night air. Helena pulled the dress over her head and put the nightgown into the wardrobe. Closed. Tonight she would not bother going with underwear. Going commando. It would make it easier too, not having to bother with panties and bra. It was not like she was going to stay out the entire night - one or two hours was tops. Any longer than that and the likelihood rose that Lars would wake up and notice that she was gone. The feeling of being naked beneath the dress was incredibly exciting. Helena slipped over to her purse, which was hanging from a hook on the wall next to the door. She dug through it and found the handful of condoms where she had put them during the day. Tonight she would come prepared. The dress had two pockets, and she deposited her phone in one of them and the condoms in the other. Ready at last. Helena made sure that Lars was still sleeping and then slipped out of the room. Quiet as a shadow she crept through the cottage for the exit. Everyone seemed to be asleep, including her sons. Great. Helena unlocked the door and shuddered when it clicked. When nobody stirred or even made a sound she opened it and got onto the veranda, closing the door behind her. She found her sandals, and with them on her feet she headed out into the night. Her heart pounded so loudly that she was sure that anyone else taking a nightly walk would hear it, but as Helena scouted her surroundings she spotted no one else. Still, she refrained from using the flashlight on her phone until she was across the field and in the forest. The night was calm and windless, and the sky above was pitch black with thousands of stars. No moon, however, but it was still beautiful. Helena walked through the dark forest, lighting the path before her with the phone. Excited, skin still covered with goosebumps. She wondered whether Jack would be there, already waiting for her at the beach. She was still relatively early, but he did not have to be as careful as she. He could just tell his friends that he wanted to go for a lonely night walk, while Helena had to shroud herself in clandestine practice to even get out of the cottage. Finally she reached the lake. Its surface was dark and still before her. The world was shrouded in near complete silence, the only thing disturbing it being her own breathing and the sound of her sandals against the ground. When she approached the beach she realized that she was first. Jack was nowhere to be seen. She sat down on one of the old tree-stumps that had been placed in the sand to be used as seats and looked out over the lake. It was a little disappointing to be the first to this... meeting. She had been sincerely hoping that Jack would have been waiting for her here. Helena calmed herself down and tried to relax. She could wait. Soon enough she would hear his steps behind her, and then his arms would wrap around her from behind. His mouth would find hers, and Helena would disappear into his embrace. She could barely wait. So she waited. And waited. But he did not come. Helena's heart slowly - excruciatingly and painfully slowly - sunk in her chest. She was alone in the darkness. The night was empty. There was no sound of steps approaching from behind. She imagined it a few times, but each time she would turn around and look into the shadows there would be nothing there. No one emerged from them, and no one took her in his arms. Summer's Eve Pt. 03 There was nothing out here. Feeling cold she checked her phone one final time. The numbers 02.00 appeared as the screen lit up in the darkness. Jack was not coming. Helena felt a lump in her throat, and no matter how much she tried to swallow it down it did not go away. Still there, still strangling her. Her eyes remained dry. At least she had that going for her, but it did not make her feel much better. She rose from the stump and started walking, eyes locked on her sandals. Helena took a few deep inhales to calm herself and then bit her lip. Inside her anger was stirring. Burning hot and gnawing at her insides, threatening to break out in a raging inferno. What a fucking bastard. He had not turned up. Instead he had left her to wait for him like some sort of dog. Helena cursed out loudly and kicked a small stone into the blackness of the surrounding forest. She was walking quickly now, the anger fuelling her steps. What a fucking asshole. Helena twisted around and stared at the lake again, now with loathing rather than excitement. Fuck that lake. Fuck the forest and fuck everything. Jack could go fuck himself too. If he thought that she would let this... humiliation slide, then he was seriously mistaken. She would not stand for this. The more Helena thought about it the angrier she got. She was practically fuming by the time she had reached the field parting the forest from the cottages. Jack had used her. He had used her and discarded her. Made her feel good, made her forget about all her duties and then thrown her to the side like an used tissue. Helena stopped in the middle of the field, covered her face with her hands and swore loudly. Stifled the furious growl and groan with her palms. She bit herself, digging her teeth deep into her flesh. Pain shot through her, but strangely enough it helped calm her. Helena let go of her hand and looked up to the sky. The myriad of stars looked back at her, calmly twinkling from their black abode. Maybe this was for the best. Helena was still boiling with anger, betrayal and disappointment, but she felt better. She took deep breaths of the night air. Closed her eyes. Summer. This was for the best. In a week or two Helena and her family would return home to the city. She would go back to the office and everything would return to normal. And what had happened here would never ever be brought up again. She remembered the photo Jack had taken, but she just cursed him and started walking again. He could keep it, for all she cared. He had exploited her weakness, but she would never see him again. By now he had probably left to never return, and that was just as well. Helena had calmed down enough to make a quiet entry. She slipped out of her sandals and left them on the veranda. The door was unlocked, just as she had left it, and she slipped inside without opposition. Silence. Nothing seemed to have change during her absence. She would be eternally grateful for that. Bare-footed she made her way to the bedroom and slipped inside. Lars was snoring in the bed, and Helena smiled weakly to herself. She had been such a stupid, egoistical bitch, and she would have to live with that knowledge for the rest of her life. But she would make up for it. Helena dropped the dress and hid it away in the wardrobe, put the condoms back into her purse and returned her phone - now turned off - to the nightstand. Completely naked she stood above the bed, gazing down at her sleeping husband. It was him she loved. The rings on her fingers were proof of that. Helena climbed onto the bed and knelt next to Lars. He was still calmly snoring, his face turned upwards and his mouth slightly open. Helena moved aside the blanket covering him and revealed his body. Lars was thirty-nine, but he had kept himself in shape. He was not muscular, but far from weak either. His body was bulky, with the muscles hidden beneath the skin but strong nevertheless. He was sleeping in a pair of grey boxer shorts, and Helena's eyes immediately wandered to the bulge beneath them. She hesitated only for but a split moment, and it was mostly because she was unsure of how he would react. But now no doubt remained inside of her. The anger, still glowing inside of her like embers, had taken care of it. Helena's hands carefully slid down the boxers and freed Lars' cock from its confines. It immediately sprung to attention, but Lars himself did not move. Helena took his cock into her hand and gently stroked it up and down along the shaft. He was big and thick. Most definitively not small or the smallest guy she had ever been with. She and Lars had been together for many years, and she had never had a reason to be disappointed with him in bed. Comparing him and Jack would just be wrong. Jack's cock was a monster, a unique specimen in the dick-department. He could take his giant dick and go fuck himself with it for all Helena cared. Now she was done with all that and quickly pushed him out of her head. She bent down, opened her mouth and slowly put it around the tip of Lars' cock. He had showered and tasted fresh and clean. Helena took his head into her mouth and started slowly, lovingly sucking it. At least she did not have to practically tear her jaws open to fit him in, and that was a welcome change. She placed her hand around the base of the cock and started bobbing her head up and down, making sure to not go too much and too quickly. Her tongue teased the sensitive tip and around the base where the head connected with the shaft, swirling and licking from all sides. Lars groaned in his sleep, but she continued, undeterred and unabated. Helena started taking more of him in and letting him go deeper and deeper. Her hand adjusted around his shaft and started jerking up and down, making her fingers and palms come play together with the motions of lips and tongue. "Honey?" He was awake and moved slightly. Helena could not see his face, but could make out the outlines of his head as he raised it to be able to see her. She decided not to answer him and continued sucking. "God..." The short exhale that escaped his lips was the best compliment she could possible get at this moment. She smiled at him - even though it was unlikely that he would see it - and upped the pace. She took him deeper in, let him fill out her mouth with his cock. The wetness she had created around it was running down to her fingers, and she worked it into his skin. The cock had grown noticeably harder and larger, and she took it as a compliment as well. Lars' hand found her head and dug into her hair. The fingers opened and curled, grabbing it and wrapping it around them. Helena welcomed the gentle tugging. A few moments more were passed in near complete silence, and then Helena let the cock out of her mouth. "You said tomorrow." Lars sounded intrigued. "I know." she whispered back and straddled him, pressing herself down against his stomach. Her pussy started immediately leaking its moisture onto his abdomen. "But I changed my mind." Lars did not question that. Helena slid down onto his lap as he sat up, and they shared a passionate kiss in the darkness. She pressed her bare breasts against his chest and hugged him. His hands were already busy running up and down her back, working their way further and further down until they were cupping her ass. Helena pushed against his chest and he willingly fell back against the sheets. She grabbed the wet cock and raised herself up on her knees to guide it right. "No condom?" he breathlessly asked her. Helena slowly shook her head That was all the answer she gave him. She raised herself up some more and guided his cock to her pussy. Hot and noticeably pulsating with anticipation it pressed against her labia, which helpfully coated the round head in juices. Helena teased him for a couple of moments, let dick slide back and forth over the entrance. Lars seized her hips in his hands, and she realized that she did not want to wait any longer. She needed this. After all that had happened she really wanted him. Helena guided the cock up and let him enter, biting her lip in the process. The cockhead moved into the hot embrace of her body and she slowly lowered herself onto his lap. With closes eyes she focused on the feeling of him going deeper inside of her. God he felt good. By the time she was practically sitting on his lips he filled up more than enough for her. Helena slowly opened her eyes and then leaned down, his cock still buried to the hilt in her cunt. Lars took her breasts in his hand as she kissed him, digging her tongue deep into his mouth. His squeezing fingers made her smile with delicate enjoyment. Lars was well schooled in how to touch her. "Quiet." she mumbled, an order to him and a stern reminder to herself. With hands firmly planted on his chest she started riding him. Slowly at first, trying to adjust and find the right rhythm. It had been a while since they had last tried this position. With eyes closed and focusing fully on what she felt, Helena let her hips rise and then fall. The cock slid out half ways and then entered her again, once more pushing high up into her. She moaned quietly. When Lars started moving she pressed a hand against his mouth, making him remain in place. Right here and now she was in control. He let him touch her though, and his hands wandered freely over her waist, thighs, back and ass. Helena steadied herself against chest once more and increased the pace. It did not take long to find the right speed and the right motion. She and Lars had been together for a long time, and his body was familiar to her. His cock was at home in her cunt. She knew what it liked, and soon started gyrating her hips forward and back each time she impaled herself on it. Every fold inside of her and every vein on his dick fit together perfectly. Lars knew her body too, and his hands continued their never-ending journey across her body, tickling, pinching and gently squeezing all those special places. It made her fingers curl and her nails to rasp the skin on his chest. Helena tried to keep things quiet, but it proved hard. The sound of her butt slapping against Lars' thighs and hips was there no matter what she did. A pleasure-filled moan or sigh would emerge from him or her no matter how they tried to keep quiet. Helena could only hope that the late hour and the walls would keep anyone else from hearing them. She felt like she was a teenager again, sneaking into a boyfriend's bedroom and desperately trying to keep quiet so that his parents wouldn't hear. This was almost the same thing, she realized, and giggled at the thought. "Weren't we going to be quiet?" Lars mumbled, is voice sounding as if he was being strangled. It only excited Helena further to know that he had to struggle to keep the silence. She slowed down somewhat, turning her gyrating into longer, more determined motions as she leaned down to him again. With burning eyes she met his gaze and gave him a big, tooth-showing grin. Her lips hovered a few centimetres above his. The smile grew wider. She wanted to say something smart, sexy and funny, but her brain failed to come up with anything of that kind. To hell with it then. Instead she settled for playfully nibbling at Lars' nose. She straightened out once more and cranked up the speed and intensity of her motions. The first ripples of the impending pleasure were going through her body, and if there was one thing she knew for sure than it was that she needed her orgasm. There was just no discussing it. Completely focused on achieving it she rode Lars onward. Climbing the mountain, just like always. Every step and every descent onto his cock bringing her closer to the top. Lars' fingers tensed around her hips and dug deep into her flesh. "I'm almost there." he hoarsely grunted. "You?" "Soon." she breathed into the air, not even looking at him. "Hold out." And he held. Her wonderful husband held, even though he had not had a release since they came to the cottage almost a week ago. Helena shut her mouth close and did everything in her power to contain her loud moan. She succeeded more or less, even when her insides exploded within with delight. The sweet release of orgasm, flushing away this entire fucking day. It brought her the release she had craved and, if not removing it, at least helped sooth the shame and guilt she felt over herself. Her pussy hungrily clenched around her husband's wonderful cock, thanking it for everything. As her walls spasmed and contracted Lars came as well. Is there anything more wonderful than when two lovers manage to finish at the same time? Helena did not pull away and kept Lars in place, stopping him from pulling out. She wanted him to shoot inside, and shoot inside he did. His cock was throbbing as it released the pent up excitement. Her cunt was wet and hot, but even then she could feel his sperm splashing against her insides and starting to ooze out around the jerking shaft. Husband and wife breathed heavily in the darkness, both listening to see if they had interrupted someone's sleep. The house responded with silence to them both. Perhaps they had more self control than anticipated. Helena, sweaty and flustered, stretched herself out on top of Lars and started kissing him. It was not a mutual kiss, but rather her moving her lips across his entire face as she pleased; from mouth to cheeks and chin, from there to nose and forehead. The only thing she allowed him to do was to caress her sweaty back and sides. His cock, still buried inside of her, was slowly softening. As its girth diminished the pent up juices and cum started seeping out of her pussy, down his shaft and balls and dripping onto the sheet. "We'll have to change the bed." he muttered when she left his mouth alone for another journey along his jaw line. "I can feel it's a mess." "But not tonight." Helena said, for once enjoying the prickly sensation of his stubble. "I can fix it tomorrow." "Let me get some..." "No." she ordered, pressing a stern finger against his nose. "Not tonight." "If you say so." Lars let her continue kissing him. He had moved on to her breasts now, and was gently pinching her hard nipples. "Honey?" "Mm? "Is there a reason for this?" Helena pushed herself up so that she could look down at him from above. No, she could not tell him. Never would she speak a word of her crime. The events of the last two days would follow her to the grave. "No." Helena said, and her heart jumped with lewd excitement as she continued; "But I needed a good fuck." "A reason as good as any." "Isn't it?" His cock had softened completely and fell out of her pussy. Helena would have wanted it to remain inside of her, just to feel close to Lars. But what can you do. She rolled of him and slipped out of bed. Helena opened the winder further, just to allow the smell of sex and the heat they had created to be escape before morning. Besides, sleeping would be much more pleasant with an open window. She also had a couple of hand wipes in her purse, and used them to clean off the worst from both herself and her Lars. When she tended to his cock she gave the tip a lustful and sloppy kiss before lying down again in the bed again. There was still cum slowly seeping out of her pussy, but she let it be. It was where it belonged, and the feeling of it inside of her was... satisfying in its own way. Maybe it was some primal, animal part of her brain that kicked in. Helena purred as Lars took her into his arms and snuggled down close to him. For a while the couple enjoyed each other's company in silence, slowly drifting off to sleep after having expended all their energy. "Honey?" she whispered into his ear. "You are going into town tomorrow." "Yes?" he said, whispering just as she had. "Anything you need?" "Yes." she traced his chin with her finger. It was handsome and square, and she could tolerate that stubble. "Can you buy day-after-pills?" "Of course." he turned his head so that he could kiss her. "I was just planning to suggest that. Unless of course..." Lars let the words linger in the air. Helena thought about them and felt - to her great annoyance - cold inside. She was not on her fertile period, she was sure of it. It was Lars seed that was inside of her now, his sperm slowly making its way inside of her womb. But Jack's load had been inside of her too, and she could not be sure that she had got all of it out. And today, even though she had cleaned him off, there was always that terrible risk... "No." Helena said. "Pills please. And buy chocolate. Lots of it." "What kind?" "The kind there is lots of." They chuckled. Lars kissed her and she kissed him. He fell asleep soon enough and began snoring anew. Helena stayed awake for a little while longer. If she remembered correctly day-after-pills could work for up to 72 hours after sex. That was more than enough time for her to shield herself from any unwanted surprises. Helena already felt better just thinking about it. Her eyelids filled with lead and her thoughts grew sluggish as sleep conquered her. This terrible day had sure taken its toll on her, and she was happy that it was over. That all of it was over. ***** And at that note the story ends. No, of course it doesn't, don't worry. There are still a few chapters to go, as well as a potential epilogue. Bear with me, and I will try to deliver what it is you crave. Summer's Eve Pt. 04 After posting Part 3 I realized that I had been using some words in the wrong way, thinking that they meant something else. 'Flustered' is an example, and I believed it was a synonym of 'flushed' or 'blushed'. I apologize for that and will make sure to correct it in further writing. English is not my first language and I have only picked it up recently. Also I was reading through previous episodes and noticed that on a few occasions I managed to switch out Jack's name for another. Sorry for that, my mind just inserts other character names from other stories even when I'm editing. I have been low on energy and inspiration due to recent real life events, and that's the reason why this episode has taken some time to produce. Still, I hope you enjoy it, and I promise that I will finish the series. A few disclaimers might, however, be in order. If this is the first episode of this series you are reading you should seriously consider reading the first chapter before this one. This story happens to have some plot. I also feel like I need to warn some people - this is not a tale for everyone, as it contains interracial infidelity and people acting somewhat stupid due to lust, desire and human nature. If you do not like that kind of erotica don't read it, but if you have constructive criticism (or positive feedback) - please, post in a comment below. With that said I hope you enjoy this next episode. It contains quite some smut of both interracial and non-interracial variety. _________________ As a modern person in modern society it is very easy to take thing for granted. The electricity that powers your house, computer and phone, the car which allows you to travel pretty much anywhere you need and supermarkets that allow you to buy almost anything are but a few examples. You quickly grow used to it and take all the miracles of civilization for granted. But right now, as Helena was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she felt really grateful that she was living in modern times and not a hundred years ago. She looked down at the small, white, anonymous pill in her palm. There it was - her salvation and rescue from this stupid situation she had put herself into. Helena took it into her mouth and swallowed. It did not taste anything in particular. She drank the glass of water she had prepared anyway. Gone and done. Helena put the empty glass onto the side of the sink and looked at herself in the mirror, and brushed away some hair which had fallen down over her forehead and eyes. She was already feeling much better. The pill was on its way down into her stomach, ready to do its magic and prevent any accidents from happening. She had done her math, and was pretty damn sure that this was not the her fertile time of the month, but she still felt immense relief. Helena closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The bathroom door opened, startling her for a split second before she realized that she had forgot to lock it. "Oh, sorry." it was Lars' voice. "Didn't know you were here." "It's okay." Helena said, looking at him over her shoulder. "I'm decent." "How disappointing." He closed the door and locked it, then came up behind Helena and looked at their reflections in the mirror. "How are you?" he asked. "Everything well?" "You could say that." she replied, holding up the box the pill had come in. "Thanks." "No problem." Helena smiled when his hands landed on her hips. She liked their touch through the light fabric of her dress. "You are great, you know that?" "Of course I am. I'm glad that you acknowledge my greatness." he answered, and his mirror image winked. "But you are even better." "Hey, behave yourself!" His hands had moved in under her dress and had found her panty-clad ass. Helena did not stop her husband, however, and instead gave him a curious look in the mirror. "You weren't exactly behaving last night." Lars said casually. "Were you?" "Maybe not." she admitted. "But I was discrete." "I don't know about that." he mused. "You were a bit loud at a few points." "No." now Helena felt legitimately worried. "Was I really? You think someone heard us?" "Maybe." "Damn it..." He chuckled and kissed her on the neck, and his fingers gave her butt a playful squeeze. "Don't worry. It was in the middle of the night, I doubt anyone heard a thing." "Are you sure about that? I would hate myself if we woke someone up." "I doubt we did, and if so then no one has complained." "I don't even want to think about it." Helena sighed. Lars slowly shook his head. "Are you really worried about it?" "A little. I mean - it's pretty impolite, don't you think?" Lars chuckled. "If anyone heard anything, I think they will find a way to survive your impoliteness." He hugged her from behind and locked his hands just below her breasts. Helena leaned her head back against his shoulder. They would have to go out and join the others for dinner soon, but she enjoyed the moment while it lasted. "Honey." he said thoughtfully. "I have a question." "Yes?" "Was there any special reason for tonight?" Helena swallowed and pretended to be calm, but she already knew that the conversation was heading in a direction she did not like at all. She quickly gathered herself and decided to go on the offensive instead. Meet the questions head on, just like she had planned it in her head earlier. "You mean why we didn't use condom?" "That. But I also want to know how you feel in general. Are you still feeling sick?" "I have just had a lot of things on my mind." Helena said, looking down at the box in her hands. "I got some mails from the office. Problems, some stuff to deal with when I get back to work. That kind of stuff. And yes, I felt a bit sick yesterday. It got better in the evening though. And then..." she shrugged and allowed a somewhat mischievous smile appear on her lips. "I got a little bit... horny." "I'm not complaining about the last part." "I know. I know we should have used condom but I... I don't know. I just didn't. But you know what?" she turned around and faced him. "I don't regret it. It was wonderful. It was worth having to take a pill. Let's just hope that the hormones won't make my body go crazy." Lars nodded and kissed her. "Come on." he gave her a gentle nudge. "Dinner's almost ready, let's not keep the others waiting. If you are worried about us being suspicious we probably should not spend too much time locked inside the bathroom anyway." **** It was too good of a day to let go to waste. The sun was shining bright and hot from a cloudless sky and a gentle breeze was rustling through the forest treetops and canopies. Sadly enough Sweden was not blessed with stable, warm and sunny summers, and its people had to make sure to catch those precious few days of good weather whenever they appeared. "Don't jump into the water before we get to the beach!" Helena called to her sons as they rushed ahead along the forest path. "You wait, okay?" "We know how to swim." Erik halted himself for a moment, turning around. "Don't worry." Helena, however, was insistent. "Just take it easy, you hear me?" "Alright, I promise." Erik and Alexander set away down the path again. Their bare soles had long since hardened and they could practically run at full speed down the earthy path without hurting themselves. Helena, on the other hand, had no choice but to stick to her flip-flops. "They are a lot like you." Helena looked at Lars who was walking beside her. "In what way?" "Obsessed with swimming." "THEY are obsessed." she parried. "I'm not. I just enjoy it." "I tell you, they got that from you." Helena looked down the road again. The two boys had already rounded a curve and disappeared out of sight. "I was never that crazy about it." she said with a smile. "I would most certainly not run barefoot through a forest to throw myself in some lake." "You were crazy enough to go yourself two days ago." "That is true, but in my defence I calmly walked and didn't run like a madman." Lars gave her an amused look and adjusted the strap of the beach bag he carried from his shoulder. His mother had supplied them with towels, a picnic blanket, a bag with cinnamon buns, glasses and a big can of strawberry juice in case they would get hungry on the beach. Helena doubted that they would face starvation during this little expedition, but she did find the idea of enjoying some freshly baked buns and cool drink in the warm sun appealing. It reminded her of her own childhood summers. Helena had already put on her bikini and was wearing the flowery dress on top of it while Lars was wearing swim trunks and a t-shirt. Even though they were not yet sure they wanted to swim they both agreed that it was better to come prepared in case the water proved alluring and warm enough for a dip. Helena felt good. Not great but good. In control. There was some semblance of order in her thoughts, and, unlike yesterday, the surrounding world was not just a colourless, featureless mist. That was not to say that the events of the last few days had left her alone, of course not. The memory and guilt of those events would remain with her for years to come, probably until her death. There would be no escaping them. Helena filled her lungs with forest air and looked up at the sky through the green canopies. Before they had set off towards the lake she had discreetly inspected the cottage that Jack had been staying at. Many of the cars that had been parked on its driveway and road outside were missing. With the party over he must have left together with everybody else. The discovery had left conflicting feelings inside of her. Relief, but also anger. The fury she had felt as she walked home alone through the night had not left her and was still inside. But Helena was happy that he had left - it had made her life so much easier. It was good to be back on track. "I was thinking about maybe going to a restaurant in town tonight." Lars said. "What do you think?" Helena lowered her eyes from the sky and looked to him. "Do you have anything specific in mind?" "No. But it could be fun. Truth be told I am getting tired of the Midsummer food. I like it, but eating it several days in a row is really tiring." "I know what you mean." Helena nodded. "But are there any good restaurants in town? Last time we tried something there it was nothing special." "I saw an Italian place when I was shopping today. We could try it." "You know the joke about women always being indecisive when it comes to eating out in town, and always turn down the man's propositions?" Helena made a little grimace. "I think I'm the kind of woman today. I don't feel like Italian." "It is just a suggestion. We should ask the kids too what they want." "Yes. Or we could always just... barbeque in the garden. There is plenty of meat in the fridge and fresh potatoes in the cellar." "That could work too. At least that would be a change of pace. As I said, I am getting really tired of the herring." The trees ended and they reached the lake. The shimmer of the water was bright and blinding. Helena reached into the beach bag and found her sunglasses, happy that she had remembered to bring them. They approached the beach where Erik and Alexander were already impatiently waiting for them. As soon as Erik spotted them he raised his hands in a questioning gesture, and Helena waved her hand at him. Moments later both boys were in the water, disappearing in a cloud of splashes and excited outcries. Helena's family was, however, not alone on the beach. A group of five was there as well, occupying the tree stumps that serves as makeshift chairs in the sand. The voices coming from the strangers were light-hearted, and judging by the picnic basket and the beer bottles they held they were enjoying themselves. Helena froze in her tracks. No. "Helena?" Lars' voice broke through to her and she immediately regained her composure. She smoothed out a wrinkle in her dress' skirt and continued onwards without saying anything. But inside she was boiling. There was a very, very familiar figure sitting on one of those wooden stumps. Helena's heart jumped violently in her chest, unleashing a mix of... emotions. Yes, emotions, that was all they were - she was not sure if they were fury, excitement or terror. Through the dark lenses of her glasses Helena stared at the man. For a couple of moments she hoped that she had been wrong, but that wish was shattered soon enough She could only see the black skin of his neck and muscular back, but there was no mistaking it who it was after he briefly turned his head to look at the girl next to him. Jack. Fuck. Fucking goddamn hell. Now this was bad. Amidst the shock and the flood of emotions rushing through her Helena had some trouble remaining calm. She diverted her eyes and silently followed her husband onto the sand. The boys were already wrestling in the water, and Helena remembered to call to them to be more careful. Lars laid out the blanket on the sand and sat down. It took a second or two for Helena's brain to process this information, and only then did she sit down beside him. Her eyes were locked on the glittering water. "Are you alright?" "Yes, I'm alright." she said, doing her utmost to sound natural. Thankfully the sunglasses were large and covered her eyes completely, hiding the baffled chaos that would surely be visible in them. "Just looking at the water. Can I get my phone?" She dug out the phone from the beach bag and focused on it. There was nothing in particular she wanted to check, not texts nor her mail. She just needed something to divert her attention to, just so that she would not stare like a crazy-person into thin air. There were some texts from her friends, but Helena barely read them and did not bother reply to them. If she tried they would probably be strings of incoherent words and emoticons anyway. Fuck. Her eyes involuntarily darted to the side, and from the very limits of her peripheral vision she glimpsed the group on the other side of the beach. They were still sitting there, still drinking beer and still talking to each other and having a good time. Jack, that fucking bastard Jack - he was still among them. Helena really did not want to stay here anymore. The lake was no longer appealing, the sun was just annoying and she generally despised the outlook on having to spend at least an hour here, just a pesky dozen metres away from a man the existence of who she did not even want to acknowledge anymore. Helena forced her attention to her phone again. She wanted to leave, but that was, of course, impossible. It would be just too strange if she suddenly demanded to go, even though they had just arrived. She would not have the others suffer because of her. Helena's head had exploded into a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Dwarfing them was one single, very important question. Alright, two questions: One - What in all hell was Jack doing here? Two - If he really was here, why did he not show up yesterday? Helena had no answers, and that only made her angrier. What made her furious was that she could not - and should not, for that matter - confront him about it. Even if she and Jack had been here alone she would have to just turn in another direction and leave, leaving no opportunity for him to speak to her or even come close. The only proper way of conduct was to cut him out completely of her life, less he would ruin it further with his sheer existence. Helena had managed to cut the ropes during the night. She had closed this embarrassing chapter of her life. She would suffer its consequences, sure, but it was still finished and done with. But Jack, just like the asshole he was, could of course not leave her to lick her psychological wounds in peace. No, he just had to be on the fucking beach at the same time as she. Helena ever so slightly turned her head to the side and did the same with the phone, just in that way you do to try to get rid of the sunlight hitting your display. She even shielded the screen with her hand, but her eyes were anywhere but on the internet page she had just opened up. Instead they moved to Jack. Once more she was thankful that the glasses hid her eyes, making it impossible for anyone else to know what she was looking at. Jack was sitting in the same place as before, and as far as the brief glance at him could tell he was not looking back at Helena. He was drinking from his bottle. Smiled, but only briefly. Said something and smiled again. Helena turned away once more, and instead focused on the kids playing in the water. They were not wrestling anymore, and instead swimming in the deeper water back and forth along the beach. Helena was not too worried about them - she knew that they were good at swimming - and if something happened it would only take moments for her or Lars to help out. She looked down at her phone again. "Are you really going to send your time texting?" "Just checking my email." Helena said to her husband, eyes still locked at the screen. "I will be done soon." "Anything work related?" "Just spam." He nodded. "I think I will go and try out the water. I guess you stay and guard our stuff then." "Sure." Helena muttered. Then she straightened out, looked at Lars and nodded so that it would seem that she was more engaged in the conversation. "You can count on me." He dropped the t-shirt and sunscreen cap and was ready to go. Helena watched him wade out into the water and then, when it reached him to the upper thighs, threw himself into it with a splash, much to the delight of Erik and Alexander. Helena stared on the trio, feeling cold inside. Now she was completely alone. That was the last thing she wanted to be at this time. Quick glance on Jack with her peripheral vision. Had he been looking at her, or had she just imagined things? Now he was talking to the girl next to him again. Helena stared at them both in silence. The woman was young, in her early twenties. A redhead, with freckles, her pale skin glistening with freshly applied sun lotion. She laughed about something and playfully pushed a tender hand against Jack's shoulder. Fuck. Helena cursed that strange feeling in her stomach and forced herself to look away once more. No, it could not be jealousy she was feeling. It just couldn't be that. But even when she tried to shake it off it still remained. It was probably anger she felt, and in this volatile mix of emotions inside of her she mistook it for something else. It was probably that, and it was not like Helena wasn't angry. It was not enough that Jack had just discarded her like a tissue during the night, but he had not even gone home. He had probably - no, certainly - spent the night fucking that redhead, not even thinking about what he had promised to Helena in the morning. After glancing at him and the young woman again Helena became sure of it. The way the girl brushed against him, how she looked at his face and how she laughed - there was no mistaking it. Soon enough Jack would discard her like a used tissue as well. Helena glared angrily at them both through her glasses and then returned to her phone. So much for feeling good. Helena's day was now irreparably ruined. There was no joy left in it, and neither the good weather or the chance to spend some quality time with her family could save it. The only thing left to do was to put on a mask of indifference and pretend like there was not a single worry in the world. She had to. She owed that to herself and her family. It proved rather hard. Pretending to be happy when you are feeling the exact opposite is never easy. Helena watched her husband and two sons play in the water and tried to focus herself on them. Lars was a good father, and he had plenty of energy to keep up with Erik and Alexander. He was raising them up in the air and throwing them into the water, and they splashed down into it with happy cries and laughter. At least they were enjoying themselves. Helena was happy for them. She put her phone down into the bag and closed her eyes behind the glasses. Took deep calming breaths and attempted to clear her mind. Meditation. Mindfulness and Zen and all those eastern slices of wisdom and self-control. Truth be told she had never been much for it, and her attempts did not help the slightest. Jack's sheer presence caused serious disturbance in her world.