Page 6 of XX Love Affair

“Hmph.” Helena fell onto her side, facing Delia. “What do you want?”

“Exactly what you’re giving me right now.”

A riddle, huh? Helena liked those. Keeping some of her dormant intellect functioning even during sex was good for someone who had school to return to eventually. “It’s a show you want. I could have given you one out there.”

“Sure, but then everyone else would have seen it.” Delia rolled onto her right arm, finally giving Helena undivided attention. “I’m greedy. I want it all for myself. A private show.”

“Care to give me some direction? Preferably something that will make you… want me?”

“That depends,” Delia growled from where she stood. “How badly do you want it?”

This time, when Helena propped herself up on her knees, she spread her thighs open and drew her index finger up her leg. “Pretty badly, if you don’t mind.”

“From a woman, is it?”

“I’ve discovered pros and cons to both sexes.”

“What do you like about the female sex, then?”

Helena’s finger lingered in the waistband of her thong, snapping it against her skin. “How once you take off your clothes and get on top of me, all predilection of gender roles goes out the window.” She laughed, remembering where she was. “No windows in here, though. Guess they’ll hover over us, reminding us of what we should be doing instead.”

Delia gazed at her with unwavering conviction. “Touch yourself.”

Helena was more than happy to.

She teased her slit while burying her forehead into the sheets, imagining this woman she had only met fifteen minutes ago letting go of her inhibitions, her silly bad girl attitude, and claiming Helena as if she owned her for the whole night. That’s my favorite. To forget who she was for an hour, with a confident, domineering soul suffocating her memories using nothing but carnal collusion was exactly what Helena needed. It’s addictive. In the beginning, she assumed she’d spend her post-grad summer slutting it up in Los Angeles and the rest of her gap year working for some savings, but then she had her first hit.

Los Angeles. Hellfire. Two weeks after I first arrived in town. She had assumed her first conquest would be a man, but it had been a woman, and the wild ride they enjoyed that night set her up for a whole summer of chasing that same high. Which was how she met Irene, who was more than happy to give her what was desired.

Everything but respect.

Because while Helena enjoyed some demeaning roleplay, she needed to know that once the sex was over, she’d be allowed to go her way too. Too many people out there didn’t understand that.

The goal was to get someone attached to her, even for a night. Maybe longer, if they got along well enough. But the attachment was far from permanent. Helena had to get this out of her system before resuming her normal life, and that meant opening her heart to anyone. Which was easier done than said.

She was already wet by the time her fingers discovered her spread opening. Of course I am. Everything about this turned her on. Including the lead-up until she met Delia. Helena was usually ready to go the moment she settled in for the evening, scouring the club for a partner or three. I wish. Most of those events she could sign up for required more intense ID than a driver’s license. Clubs only took chances with exposing people to things, not letting them participate. At least it would give her something to look forward to in two years.

“At least look like you enjoy it,” Delia teased.

Helena gasped as she pushed her fingertip into herself, her palm rubbing up against her clit. “I enjoy it,” she gasped.

“Are you sure? You look like you’ve never masturbated before.”

Helena turned her head to the right, seeing Delia still leaning against the wall, aloof as ever. “Are you sure you want to watch me? Because you could join me right now.”

“You want it too much. Besides…” Delia kicked off the wall, removing her rings and disappearing behind Helena’s field of view. “I haven’t had your head start. Give me a good show so I know I have to have you.”

Now they were talking. That was the perfect spell to make Helena slam her own fingers into her pussy and moan into the curls getting beneath her face.

She didn’t even realize when she focused most of her attention on her clit. Something about submitting herself like this in front of a stranger, touching herself to get someone else off, was exactly the kind of distraction she needed from the thoughts that raced through her head.

“Mm, I’m seeing why I wanted the private show, after all.” Delia was closer, although Helena couldn’t see her. “If anyone else saw this out there, they’d throw you over their shoulder and run off with you before I had the chance to sample anything for myself.” Delia clicked her tongue. “You really have the aura, don’t you? The one that says, ‘somebody fuck me, please.’”

Was that what Delia wanted? Because Helena already knew this about herself. Why did tonight’s lover think this was the perfect opportunity to show off? I don’t think I’ve ever been shy about sex… From the first time someone undressed her, it felt natural.

She wanted the whole world to undress her. She wanted everyone to witness her.

“But when will you come? That’s the question.” Delia was still out of sight, and not knowing what she was doing drove Helena crazier. Not… complaining… All of this was fodder for her arousal. Even if Delia didn’t touch her, Helena considered this a big win for the weekend. She would be 2-for-2 on getting laid in The Dark Hour for the weekend.

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