Page 24 of XX Love Affair
How enlightening!
Really, Delia wasn’t that unusual. Nor was she the smartest of Helena’s laundry list of ex-lovers. Helena went to free clinics every couple of months to get tested and carried the results on her phone at all times. Not once had Delia asked to see any proof that she should go sticking her body parts in Helena. Tsk, tsk. The same could be said about Helena sleeping around with strangers, but she was the kind of self-destructive that didn’t give a shit. I’m immortal.
Why not make the most of it while immortal?
She ditched her cocktail dress on the carpet, stepping out of her skirt with heels taking her to the bedroom window. In nothing but her underwear, Helena opened the curtains and pressed herself against the glass. Look at all of that. Twinkling lights. Airplanes. A lazy river carrying yachts full of the kind of people she usually partied with. You don’t get a view like this in Washington. Maybe in Seattle, where Helena initially dipped her toes into this lifestyle. Yet the lounges she discovered there didn’t offer the kind of naughty fun she discovered once she got to LA. Vegas. Miami. New York.
Seattle was seriously lacking in women like Delia, who washed her hands in preparation for using Helena’s body for sex and not much else.
Giggling, Helena unsnapped her bra. Her breasts dipped beneath the loosening cups, her nipples touching the cold window. She admired her reflection as she brushed her mane of hair over her shoulders and pretended that some lucky bastard in the condominium across the street saw her through their telescope. Should she blow a kiss? Or was it better to press her lips against the glass and leave behind a red imprint, her mark, her calling card?
“What in the world are you doing?”
Helena whipped her head around, body still one with the window. “Take a picture if you want it to last longer.”
“I want your ass on my bed.”
Helena stepped back, a cheeky bite to her words as she turned around and let her bra fall to the floor, yards away from her dress. “What are you going to do to my ass, huh?”
“Thought I made it pretty clear a minute ago. I’m going to ride it.”
Helena placed her hands on her hips. “Not even gonna spank it first?” She took a step forward, aware that Delia’s eyes were glued to what she saw before her. The entire bed may separate them, but Helena knew it would only take a second for her to be face down with another woman on top of her. Stop. Don’t get me too excited. “Haven’t you figured it out that I like it rough?”
“I’m not exactly known for my slow and sensual lovemaking, either.”
“Then we’re on the same page.” Helena pulled her underwear down her legs, eventually kicking them behind her.
“Jimmy Christmas.” Delia looked away before she imploded. “This calls for the big guns. You a fan of restraints? Oh, and how big is too big?”
“Surprise me.”
“I’ll be right back. Don’t touch anything. Except for my bed.”
Delia darted out of the bedroom. Helena picked her bag up off the floor and placed it on a nightstand, rummaging through it until she found her phone. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself in front of the padded headboard and among the large, decorative pillows that coddled her lean body as she took selfies of her nudity on top of Delia’s bed.
She was debating between having her hair artistically covering her breasts or going completely bare-chested when Delia waltzed back into her room. “Oh my… do not post that on social media.”
Helena slowly lowered her phone to her chest. “Don’t worry. They’re for my memories. You want to see some of the others I’ve taken over the past few months?”
“Maybe later.” Delia closed and locked her bedroom door. She turned off the overhead light, leaving only the lamp on one side of the bed. “Just don’t want people recognizing my room, thank you.”
Helena spread her legs open, hoping to entice Delia closer. I’m naked. I’m ready. Let’s get going. Why did some of these women take so long to get around to fucking her? I’m not looking for sweet lovemaking. Just give it to me. What was the phrase people said in old movies? The line that made her mother clamp hands over Helena’s ears? Put me away wet.
“How many women do you bring in here, huh?” Helena liked how firm these pillows were. Made it easy to slam an elbow down and play with her hair. Her toes wiggled the closer Delia slowly came. She was the definition of a woman who didn’t need to take off her clothes to be sexy. Then again, so was Helena. She liked being naked. “Am I the eighth one this year?”
“More like the eighth one since three years ago.”
“Dang, girl, you get around.”
“I get around?”
Helena perked up when she realized Delia had brought something in with her. “What’s that? A vibrator?”
Caught, Delia opened her palm.
“You had to go get that from your office? Why did you have a vibe in your office?”
“Because it’s the last place I used it, obviously.”