"How you said 'roommate' and the hesitation in your voice definitely implied I was a more than someone who shared a dorm room with you." Helena only smirks, implying and unquestionably affirming to me she knew what she'd been saying all along. "I can't believe you remembered that."

"Oh, I do believe it'd be impossible for me to forget that tale of you in college and dalliances with the intimate companionship of the fairer sex." she says as she sweeps stray curls away from my face. "Besides, you've always been more to me."

"Yes, but it's not like we were...are...were...involved." I add with a wriggle of my hips. All of her movement, especially the shifting between my legs, is making me respond to her. I'm getting dizzy, practically drunk on the sensation of her body against me. There's a deep intake of air from Helena, a look that says she's getting lost in this moment as well. Not to mention my cheeks are also probably bright red and burning. At this point, I am pretty sure I can feel the heat of her arousal through those thin pajama pants.

"Myka, you've handcuffed me to a chair and we've been snugly bound together with ropes. I think, I can adequately say, we're at least on the correct path."

"You're still an ass." I angle my head upward to brush my lips against hers. Sweet, soft, tentative, loving. My hands secure around her back to pull her closer to me, so I might taste more of her mouth. "And I love you."

I thought it'd be harder to profess, harder to finally kiss her. We spend several relaxing moments pressed against one another, lips locked, hands wandering; Helena doesn't move from resting on top of me. Her hands wind through my hair, my hands go anywhere from her hair on down to her thighs, kneading the firm muscles beneath my hands. I am absolutely loving kissing her, holding her to me, wandering my hands over her body.

For a brief second, I pause when I realize that she was with Nate. Nate got to hold her, make love to her, watch her come undone well before me. I'm undoubtedly jealous of him. Sure, I'm doing all of this with her now, but I wasn't the first to do that. It's childish and pointless of me to even bring it up, but I can't help this emotion nagging at my gut. When we finally come up for air, I blurt out, from what seems like the middle of nowhere, "I have to be honest: I don't do jealous well and I have been jealous ever since I saw you that day in Wisconsin." I can't help it. It's been on my mind for the longest time and I want her to know how I feel before we go any further. Happy, well-adjusted adults don't tell their partner with whom they are about to get very naked and very raunchy that they are envious of a former lover. At least, I'm pretty confident that's where we're heading.

Helena angles her head, raises herself away from me just a bit. "Jealous? Why?"

"Nate was the first to lovingly get to hold you in over a hundred years."

Helena waits a moment before she replies to me, kissing my neck and beneath my ear. She raises her head so that her mouth is pressed against my ear, breathing deeply and warmly. She takes one deep breath and says, "True, but you're the last." directly against me.

Our lips meet again. We comfortably kiss, getting more and more heated as we start to remove each other's clothes. With Helena on top of me, I tug at her arms to remove her shirt. It's not entirely graceful, but I try to get everything off her and keep her warm at the same time by making sure she is bundled up in the blankets.

"Don't want you to be cold." I smirk. Helena nestles into me and even though I think she's just snuggling to stay warm, she's trying to lift up so that she can hook her fingers around my shirt to take it off. "Sneaky..." Without too much hesitation (or effort) my shirt is tossed aside as is hers. A small pile of clothes begins to accumulate at the side of the bed and I'm proud of my ability thus far to get her undressed. I've missed this; I've missed being with someone. Not that that was a frequent occurrence or anything in the past, but it's the first time though I've been so completely in love.

My next tactic to getting Helena naked involves me trying to get those sleep bottoms off while loving her breasts. I love the shape of them, how they taste, how they respond to my touch. I push Helena up my stomach so that her nipples are within reach of my tongue and I can easily lick and suck at them. She's far enough up that I can have her breasts against my cheeks as I alternate between kissing them and pressing my face into her. All of those tiny freckles invite me to kiss each one; every kiss makes her pant, every swipe of my tongue over a nipple makes her groan. She's so distracted by my mouth on her breasts that she doesn't even notice my hands sneaking under the waistband of her pajama pants. I'm soon distracted by the fact that she has nothing on beneath them.

My hands work their way underneath the waistband, sliding to the front and then pop out again to undo the tie at her waist when I realize I'll never get these off her unless I untie them. I quickly shimmy them down as far as possible and Helena lifts off me for a moment, completely removing her last remaining clothes and climbs back on top of me. Before resuming, she pauses to look at me beneath her: utterly aroused, shirtless, hardened nipples, deep breaths coming from somewhere deep in my throat.

"I love you without a shirt on." Helena smooths her hands over my hips, much like she had done earlier. Her eyes continue their descent lower until she sees the juncture of my thighs. I throb a little bit more when I watch her gaze between my legs and admire what she sees. "I love you in those shorts."

"Good, but why don't you take them off?"

Helena raises an eyebrow and teases her fingers against the front of them. Her fingers slyly wander inside, but not too far in where they are touching my skin. "I could, but it's far more enjoyable to tease." Her fingers graze over fabric, directly over my clit and merely rub the same pattern again and again around a small circular zone. It's so easy to relax under her ministrations, so easy to forget any painful history we've had when we're doing this. My clit is throbbing, blood rushes to my center making it difficult for me to form any sort of coherent sentence. My hips roll with her hand gestures until my back arches to prolong one of Helena's more curious attempts at teasing me. She witnesses me trying to prolong any pleasure she offers, but she's having none of that. Her hand grasps inside the opening of the fabric and pulls them down with one fast swoop.

"Oh." I say when I finally see my shorts in Helena's hand, which soon are placed on the floor and put out of sight. She looks at me for a moment, just a moment to take in my nude form.

"Beautiful."

Helena kisses my lips softly.

"Breathtaking."

She kisses my breasts delicately.

"Stunning."

Helena kisses my clit teasingly.

It's too much. I feel everything between my legs pounding, my walls vibrating, my arousal dripping, Helena's fingers sliding into my opening. Even though we've barely begun, I come hard around Helena, hard enough she can feel my walks clench and spasm around her. Once she senses my orgasm and there's absolutely no way of stopping it (nor would I want there be), her tongue returns to my clit to prolong my pleasure.

"That was unexpected." I mutter after catching my breath. Helena looks up at me, perhaps with the wrong impression. "I meant, unexpected as in so soon."

"You needed that...immediately." She replies with a smile and moves up so that we're face to face. Her fingers are still in me, her thumb lightly rubs my clit when she lowers her lips to mine. I still feel myself gripping those fingers and I gasp at the feeling of Helena inside me. The kiss that she gives me, with moistened, scented lips, encourages me only to switch positions with her, even if it means her fingers leaving my body. Her lips smell like me, perfumed with my scent that I recognize as the one where I am very turned on and want to be fucked. Once she is flipped onto her back, I straddle her thigh and lie down on top of her; Helena shifts to press herself against the thigh between her legs and moans. I slide up and down her leg, letting her feel me gliding over her skin. My thigh feels hot and sticky with her wetness.

The hand I had around her neck trails down her side and then centers itself between her legs. I pull my thigh away from her and she misses the contact with my body. She's perfectly damp with her own moisture; my fingers slide over her wetness, spreading the liquid all over so that her skin glistens. Helena keeps moaning and heavily breathing, fingernails running up and down my back in a motion matching what I'm doing between her clit and her entrance. I never enter her, only tease her opening, and then run my fingers back up to the tip of her. The moaning in my ear encourages me to keep repeating what I'm doing until she can absolutely take no more of it.

"Please."

I rub her clit, side to side, between my index and middle fingers. They're saturated with her juices and maintaining a steady pace that keeps Helena panting.

"More."

More. My fingers move faster, more pressure even, and stroke her. The hands that roamed my back are now still, nails digging into my lower back as she encourages me on. She's focusing on the sensation of me rubbing her, trying to orgasm from only the touch of my fingers. I have other plans.

I move my two fingers from her clit to the opening, teasing the fingertip of my middle finger inside her. It takes a moment as I try to recall what to do; however, everything comes back to me much faster than anticipated. It's difficult to deny myself fractions of a second or two to memorize each action I do that causes her to moan so much. There will be time for memorization (and further practice) down the road. At least I hope there is. Helena's hips cant forward, almost trying to impale herself on my fingers, bringing me back to look at her beautiful body.

"You like this?"

"Yes." She breathlessly tilts her head toward mine.

"Did he fuck you often?"

I have no idea where that comes from, no idea why I say that. Obviously it's part of my subconscious and lingering somewhere in my mind. Helena does not appear to be even slightly phased by my words, so I enter her a little bit more with that one finger.

"No."

"No? But you shared the same bed, right?"

"Yes."

"How often?"

"Twice a month, maybe three times."

"Ah. Well, that couldn't have possibly satisfied this beautiful cunt of yours. You've been utterly soaked at the touch of my fingertip."

"It didn't."

I keep going, keep pushing.

"I bet you touched yourself often, to compensate, didn't you?" My other finger stops teasing her outside and joins my middle finger where it is precariously placed slightly inside her.

"Yes."

"What did you think about when you touched yourself?" I cease movement.

"You."

"Me?" I smile at the thought of Helena's hand between her legs, fucking herself to the thought of her hand being my own. "Hmm. And how does reality compare to imagination?"

"This is nicer." My fingers start moving again, sliding into her deeper. I love filling her like this; I even want to add another finger to really feel her tight around me, gripping me and pulling me in. "Far nicer."

"Did his cock fill you up? Hit all the right spots inside you?"

"No."

My fingers curl and press a few times against a spot that makes her moan and writhe with pleasure. Helena whelps at the pressure and sensation in her body; she clings to me, matching pace with my fingers. "More."

I add another finger and give her a moment to adjust. I place my mouth at her neck when I start sliding in and out of her. My thumb moves to her clit, begins its pace to make her orgasm; all so I can feel her come undone at the mercy of my right hand. There is a sudden gush of liquid that comes from her body, something that changes the sound of my fingers pumping in and out of her. My teeth gently gnaw at her neck, nibble at her sensitive skin as my fingers move. When she comes, there's even more wetness surrounding my fingers. She bucks her hips still trying to feel the pressure of my thumb as she rides out her orgasm.

I nibble on her lower lip, sucking the now bruised lip in my mouth as she comes down from her orgasm. Her lips are lovely, so easy to kiss and to tease. "Did you blow him too?"

"Yes."

"You probably give the best head, made him come in your mouth over and over."

"Yes."

"And you swallowed every last drop of him."

"Yes."

"And I bet he ate your pussy, licked up all this liquid you seem to create when-"

"No." Helena interrupts. "He never..."

What.

I cringe at the idea he never orally pleasured her. That's...that's the best part I think. I gently remove my fingers from her, all so I can taste her on my lips. I only give myself a moment to savor her flavor. Helena tastes sweet, a perfect mixture of that combination of pre-orgasm and recent-orgasm arousal.

"Do you even have any idea how good you taste?" I offer once my hand returns to her entrance and slides up and down, teasing her mercilessly.

"I have a fair idea, considering I've tasted myself on Nate's cock after he fucked me."

She would have done that: not allowed him to come in her, but lick all her juices right off his cock before he'd ejaculate in her mouth. She'd never tasted herself untainted by another. I pause, wondering how she could have stayed with someone who didn't share the same care and enthusiasm as she gave. Moving myself on the bed, I shift down to her clit, to all of that delicious essence that is still there. I place my head between her thighs and breathe deeply. I lick at her. Slowly dart my tongue in and out, bringing as much of her essence into my mouth as possible. Helena moans, tugs at my hair.

To think I am the first in quite a long time to have done this to her. It's my tongue, my lips that circle her most intimate spot, that make her quake. I stop before we are too much into it and push back up towards her mouth. Slowly, I press my lips to hers and open my mouth so she can taste my tongue, taste her beautiful flavor to understand that she is so delicious.

"You're absolutely delectable." My entire mouth smells like her and I haven't even truly begun going down on her. "In fact, you taste even better after you've come." Helena stops sucking on my tongue and moves to my chin where she laps up more liquid into her mouth.

"I taste significantly better upon your lips."

"Good," I begin with once she has stopped licking and kissing me, "I am going to put my mouth back on you, alright?"

"Yes."

"Good." I say and descend between her legs once more. Before I start, I simply look at her before me with her legs spread open. Her labia are so engorged, so deep red from her orgasm, her clit pulsing from just the couple of licks I gave her, that I'm distracted by her body's response to me. Every inch of her is shining with arousal and I want all of it on my tongue. I put my hands underneath her thighs to keep her steady, glancing up a moment to see Helena watch me take in my feast. Before I start, I take a deep breath to take in as much of the smell of her arousal as I can and savor it. I smile back at her, then avert my eyes downwards again. My mouth opens to take in one of those beautiful engorged labia to suck and tease with my tongue. I go back and forth between the two, occasionally nibbling at the skin and pulling it between my teeth. Helena moans at the contact, bucking her hips in approval and threading fingers through my hair. I next press my open mouth to her entrance and manage to get my tongue back inside her to taste more at the source.

I really enjoy taking a sick day.