Helena and Preston spent their first semester together being nothing more than friends with benefits. As the summer break quickly approached, Preston found himself wanting Helena to be more than his lover. He was intrigued by her need to remain emotionally distant and was desperate to break the barrier between them. He contemplated this as he laid in her bed staring at the ceiling. He also thought about the women in his past and realized that he had not been so enamored before.
Preston rolled over in Helena’s bed after another all night caper and checked the time. It was half past two in the afternoon and they had missed their morning classes. He rolled to his side and admired his sleeping companion. Helena’s hair was in a thick knotty mess, her lips appeared fuller and tango pink, darker than the usual tint they held.
Their passionate sessions in the late night hour had transitioned to midday pleasures until Preston eventually started to stay the night and their sessions became all day occurrences. He stared at Helena as he plotted on how he would convince Helena to go see a movie with him.
“Hel,” Preston whispered. “Helena,” he repeated and leaned in until their noses touched.
Helena groaned and rolled to her other side so she no longer faced him, “Go home Preston.”
“You’re grumbling. I can’t hear you,” he chided.
She let out a soft giggle then stuffed her face into her pillow, “Can you hear me now?” Her voice was muffled.
“Yes, I believe you said that you wanted to go see a movie with me today,” Preston quipped.
“What?” Helena peeked over her fluffy pillow at her lover. Her voice was still groggy.
He raised himself on his elbows and returned her glance, “I know we agreed to see one another privately but -”
Helena raised herself to meet his gaze and interrupted his ramble, “Shush, I don’t want to do this with you. We aren’t having this conversation.”
“Helena,” Preston continued, “give this a chance. You don’t have to be my girl. I’m asking you to be more of a friend; a real friend.”
Helena stared at Preston as she contemplated his proposition. He flashed his beguiling smile but she did not change her decision.
“No, Preston. I’m not going anywhere with you,” Helena scowled at her lover.
“Don’t look at me like that. You want to just meet me there?” He persisted.
“Hel, come on baby,” he responded. Helena found him convincing when he licked his lips at her.
“Preston, we are better in private. I don’t want anyone getting in our business. We talked about this before,” her tone softened as did her expression.
Preston smiled; he could tell by her tone that she was very close to agreeing with him. He reached out and stroked her cheek. Helena turned her face into his palm. She closed her eyes and felt a wave of relief; Preston’s touch soothed her. Helena felt trapped in a paradox.
She deflected his question with a fervid kiss. Her delicate hands squeezed tightly on the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and returned her heat. Their tongues intertwined and Preston could not repeat his question. He rolled on top of Helena and continued their fiery kiss.
Preston parted her legs and rested between them as they continued kissing. His hard penis teased her inner thigh; her hands slowly traveled the length of his back. Helena could not think of any reason to complicate their relationship with titles and emotions. She reached between their close bodies and stroked his penis.
“Fuck me,” she whispered between kisses.
Preston was still somewhat distracted by the thought of a her rejecting his invitation. This was that kind of behavior that kept him wrapped around her finger. He silenced her command with another kiss then a hard bite on her neck. Helena pressed her lips together in agony; an agony so dreadfully arousing, she felt the idea of love cross with lust.
His finger tips squeezed her thighs as he spread them farther apart and exposed her yearning pussy. He admired the nectar dripping from her slit as he pushed her knees to her shoulders. Helena loved the way he paused before he performed this naughty deed as if he were giving thanks for his favorite meal.
Preston started with gentle kisses on her pussy lips. By the third kiss, he added his tongue; playing hide and seek with her clitoris. Helena could feel her insides tighten with anticipation. His tongue slowly coursed in and out of her pussy until her moans begged for a faster pace; he obliged. He continued to pick up his speed until his mouth was pressed firmly against her clit.
Electricity struck Helena in her spine and sent warmth throughout her body. She grabbed a fistful of Preston’s curly hair and swiveled her hips against his mouth.
“Take it all, eat it,” she demanded.
Her back arched as she released her orgasm on his lips and chin.
Preston gave Helena’s swollen pussy a few more soft licks before he raised himself to the head of her bed.
“Will you come with me to the movies?” Preston refused to take no as an answer.
“Okay,” she responded; her eyes were narrow with suspicion staring into his eyes.
“Okay?” he repeated.
“Okay!” she playfully frowned then straddled him. “Now, give me that dick.”
“Hey!” Preston walked up to a young man and woman and embraced them both; leaving Helena standing behind him.
Helena looked on curiously as they all greeted one another.
“This is my lady, Helena,” Preston introduced her with great enthusiasm.
“Lady friend,” Helena corrected as she reached out to shake the hands of his friends.
“This is Lori and my brother Vic,” he remarked dismissing Helena’s correction.
“I had no idea we were meeting people,” Helena said with an insincere smile.
“Oh yea, we’ve been dying to see who’s been occupying el Presidente’s time,” Vic interjected.
His girlfriend Lori laughed as she hooked Helena around her arm and walked to the entrance of the movie theater.
Helena cringed inwardly but visibly made the effort to play nicely. Preston would be punished for this surprise attack on her personal space.
“El Presidente, huh?” Helena whispered to her new companion, Lori.
“Yea, Vic swears Mama is grooming Preston to be the leader of the free world,” Lori answered.
“Preston’s mom. She insists that we call her Mama but I don’t mind. She’s always been very kind to me,” Lori said.
“Oh, okay,” Helena replied consciously.
Their dates caught up with them and pulled them away from their conversation. Helena was relieved to put an end to the conversation about Preston’s mother but she would continue to be a good sport. She made a note to herself to ask Preston what Lori meant by him being groomed to become a leader of the free world.
Helena noticed Preston and his friends gave off positive vibes. They seemed happy and carefree. She could remember feeling that way with her sister, Rebecca when they were kids. Preston intertwined their fingers as his thumb stroked the back of her hand. She was beginning to feel more at ease.