Chapter 6

Andrew returned to his room and got himself ready for the week ahead. He had done no reading or studying that weekend, shock horror, so he tidied up and then sat and read. For about 10 minutes. There was a soft knock at the door and when he opened it there was Helena with her most devilish, sexy look on her face. Andrew pulled her into his arms and she laughed.

“You are so easy; do you know that?”

He laughed in turn.

“I could try and deny that but all I will say is that I am easy with you. You knew what you were doing with that look, you know how hot it makes me.”

While Andrew had been talking they both had been stripping. The tension of the last week drained away as Helena knelt in front of him. She was in fine form tonight, not even touching him and doing her ‘Victorian maiden with the vapours’ routine.

“Oh my sir. What am I to do with this? Surely you don’t expect a sweet innocent maid such as myself to debase herself by accepting this prong in my mouth?”

Before he could say or do anything Helena put her hands on his arse and pulled him, and his prong, into her mouth. The twinkle in her eye was ball-tightening. With a final flick of her tongue she pulled back and looked back at him.

“Oh my, now I know why my friend does this all the time. How can something so wrong feel so good? I can feel my petals becoming slick with my desire.”

Again Helena was in control, and Andrew was barely hanging on to his own. Her eyes never left his.

“Oh sir, I can feel your man sack, it is prodigiously heavy, surely you are not going to force me to drink all your spend. I will surely drown from such a deluge.”

Helena’s hand had been gently caressing his jewels and when she pulled him back into her mouth he was lost. She still could make him come embarrassingly quickly. This time she was not wrong and Andrew did try and drown her, not that it stopped her gently teasing his balls to encourage every last drop out of them. He had to hold onto her head for a second at the end, he was dizzy and felt like she had tried to turn him inside out. He helped Helena to her feet, scooped her into his arms, holding her arse and kissed her for a long time. When they broke apart her eyes were sparkling.

“Do you know what the best part of doing that is?”

Andrew shook his head.

“Knowing that you are going to try and outdo me with your response. You are this tall powerful man but I can reduce you to a quivering wreck in minutes. Then the rest of the night is reaping the rewards.”

She giggled at the last. Their kissing and her comments had reinvigorated him and so rather than lie between her thighs as he would usually do, Andrew grabbed a condom and carried her over to the bed. Once he was safely wrapped he knee walked between her eagerly spread thighs.

“Well my dear, you have survived the deluge but my prong still is full of ardour and I mean to slake my lusts in your fresh unsoiled body.”

They both giggled at his words. But then her eyes opened wide at his follow up.

“The only thing that can save you is mercy, do you hear? Mercy.”

Helena was excited and he slipped easily into her. But when Andrew leaned back onto his knees lifting her hips clear off the bed she knew what was coming. His last look at her was classic Helena. She had this wicked smile on her face and then quick as a flash there was a wink. The battle was about to commence. Fucking like that was a battle for him. Andrew’s triggers were his partners reactions but he was also a very visual creature. Suzanne was the ultimate, especially in doggy, but Helena was a very stimulating sight as well. Slim, borderline petite but with nice breasts, a flat stomach and noticeable hips, she was all woman. But it was mostly mental with him, if he knew the woman was into it then he could relax and enjoy it too. Helena liked to fuck, and fuck hard, and she was also acutely aware of the mental side of sex. As she had just demonstrated as soon as she came into the room.

All of this is prologue to the reality that Andrew was not marathon man. He had too many triggers, a look, a feel, a visual that sex with him was intense but rarely last more than 10 minutes. He was just too easily pulled into orgasm by his partners, especially Suzanne and Helena. So in a battle like this he went into it at a profound disadvantage. After Helena’s wink Andrew screwed his eyes tight shut, to Helena’s mocking laughter, and start to fuck her. He had to block out all the extra stimuli and just concentrate on the act, the joining of flesh.

He held Helena tightly and rocked her back and forth in time to his own movements. Everything closed down to his dick pistoning in and out of her wonderfully tight pussy. Then Helena tried to dirty talk him into a quick orgasm. But before she could get really into it Andrew took his right hand and rubbed her clit for a moment or two which short circuited the story but brought her to the edge of another orgasm. And every time she tried to use his weaknesses against him, he increased her stimulus. The third time he did he heard a breathless ‘bastard’ in between gasps.

But Andrew could only deny his own nature for so long. He did not want to fuck Helena raw, he wanted to watch her face as she came, listen to her use her mind and her words to drive him over the top. And best of all, to let the world swim back into focus after a mind and body numbing orgasm and to see her smirking face as she lay on him, all set to go again. Smiling at the thought he dropped her hips to the bed, bent her legs back and started fucking her hard. She looked at him with shocked surprise. Then all she did was smile and fucked him back. The joy in her face was finally his undoing and he unloaded into the condom with much fanfare, well a couple of grunts and a grimace.

As he predicted, when he flopped down onto his back Helena carefully removed the condom, threw it on the floor and then squirmed up onto him looking worryingly fresh. And smirking. Grabbing her under her arse he pulled her up him so that they could kiss and moments passed with kisses and smiles.

“Why did you change position, I was close to calling mercy and suddenly I was flat on my back?”

“The only way to last in that position, for me, is to try and shut out the world. All of a sudden it seemed pointless. The whole point of having you in my bed is to see you, to play mind games with you, to watch you smirk and smile and to see that perpetual look of surprise when you orgasm. When I lift you off the bed like that there is none of that connection, that intimacy. It is purely sexual gymnastics, 9.8 from the East German judge. Plus right before I moved us, I thought about this moment, you lying on me, chatting away.”

“You are a big old romantic Andrew McLeod, you know that, don’t you?”

He tried to shrug while lying flat, unsuccessfully, but she got the idea.

“I am not sure that I am actually. I will admit to being passionate but I don’t know about being romantic.”

“Do you see there being a difference?”

He thought for a moment.

“Yes I do. I think I understand passion, that was what this evening was about. I want every time with a woman to be passionate, that is why I changed position, there was no passion. Sure there was pleasure, the act of fucking was great but I want more. To reduce you to a pussy, to think of nothing but that, that is not passion. Passion is the whole thing, the look in your eyes, the sight of your body, the way your body, face, even your hair reacts to our being together. That is passion, so yes, I think I understand passion. But I have no idea about romance. I don’t think I understand love so I don’t think I can be romantic, at least in any conscious way. Do you think I am romantic?”

Helena smiled down at him.

“It was a throwaway comment but I see what you mean. So I agree wholeheartedly about your passionate nature. I think that is one of your most defining characteristics. Are you romantic? You are in a lot of ways because you make people, especially women, feel valued. Despite you thinking that I have talked about us to every woman in College, it is really only Abi and Navya. I think that what you represent, your example, is helping us think about what we want from a man. That is obvious and understandable, this exploration of feelings is not only one way, it works both ways. You have talked about learning about yourself and about women when you are with us, and not just in bed. We have done the same thing. People come to these realisations from different places, examples of life at home, too many romance novels, too many Princess fantasies. All stuff like that. And of course real life is nothing like that. So yes, I do see you as being romantic, but not in the flowers and chocolates kind of way. I think that the way you look at the world, the way you respect and treat women, the fact that you don’t really have a type, all of that is romantic. Now admirable or some other word like that might be more appropriate but it is the best I can do. What you do is not constrain women, you are not possessive, and you talk openly and frequently about eventually marrying a clever, successful woman who will have a career outside the home. Too many people in society, at school, even here at university are not as open-minded or supportive. All of that works to make you a romantic role model. But then the other side of your personality gives us all pause. The dedicated, obsessive, slightly secretive man, giving us so much, but not all of you. You are a complicated and deep man and you seem easy to love but you have to let your love, your partner into your life. But you know that.”

Helena paused in her monologue and looked at him.

“That is why we are all jealous of Leslie, even as she is marrying another man. The keeper of the secrets, but also the person who moulded you into the person you are now.”

Helena’s smile was rueful.

“I am looking forward to meeting some of the people in your life beyond Cambridge at the wedding.”

Andrew started to laugh but then thought about what she had said.

“You will meet nearly all of the really important people at the wedding. Only Jim and Freya will not be there. Everyone else who has been involved in my life since I recovered from cancer will be there. You can talk to any of them and ask them all the questions you have always wanted to know.”

Helena looked at him, almost disappointed.

“Would you not tell me yourself? Rather than make me ask lots of questions?”

Decision time had rather snuck up on him. Was it time to be honest for the first time at Cambridge. How would Helena react? After a moment he realised that if he couldn’t trust Helena then who could he trust? As soon as he had asked her to accompany him to the wedding this day was inevitable. So he told her. Some of the stuff she knew already but Andrew told her about the computer science degree. From there, and for the first time at Cambridge, he talked about the companies and gave a very summary recap of how successful they had been. Finally he talked about the money and how it had led to the Trusts and the ongoing commitment that involved. He steered clear of any personal stuff but told her the rest. Other than an occasional gasp Helena had lain on him silently as he recounted the tale. When he finally stopped she looked at him with an unreadable expression. Suddenly she scooted up and kissed him.

“Thank you for telling me that incredible tale. So you made tens of millions of pounds and the three of you gave most of it away?”

Andrew nodded.

“We gave three quarters away to the Trusts, and then half the remainder went in taxes. We ended up with between a sixth and an eighth of the money.”