| Human Nature 2-1 Chapter 2 – Name Part 1 – So easy That's it? I mean, I know I'm self-centered. I guess we all are. But where are the eternal flames of hell? Where is this divine hand which should denounce me, which should point a finger at me as the last of the whores of Babylon? But no, nothing, nothing at all. No disaster, no lightning, no sign of disapproval. So that's it? It took me over thirty years to take the plunge, to cross this moral border that protects us from unspeakable sin. It took me ten years to extricate myself from this life as a submissive woman. And nothing, no guilt, no remorse, nothing. However, we can't say that I was discreet indeed. I even blushed hearing my cries of pleasure echoing throughout the house. It's clear that I didn't just slip a toe through the ajar door of sin. Oh no. It's entirely that I threw myself on Héléna and it's entirely that I have given myself to her. And even if he makes me no sign now, God witnesses the infinite pleasure I have felt. From the first second our lips touched, until the third orgasm that almost made me faint, it all has only been pleasure, arousal and rapture. So that's it. I am entitled to it, too. I can be happy, fulfilled, in love. Yes, this is what is on my mind. Love, I'm falling in love with her. No, it's even worse, I love her. I deeply love her. "Something's wrong? - Oh no, everything's just perfect. I'm so nervous when the girls get home that I'm almost relieved to see Léon and Cléo with them. But as soon as my daughter sets foot in the house, she rushes to me. A few contained tears, but most of all an enormous cuddle, I missed her so much. But there is someone else, someone who stays back as if she didn't dare to approach me. I reach out to her; I grab her and pull her against me. "Thank you for saving my life." Noémie looks up at me, a little surprised first and then she offers me her little mischievous smile. Finally our girls are back. All what I need now, is that everything would come back to normal. The girls then run upstairs to unpack their suitcase. I follow them with my eyes when something bumps into me. Two arms surround my waist and Cléo's head clasps my breast. The big dark eyes of this black pearl directly dive into mine. Her gaze expresses a disturbing maturity. When her father says me hello, his eyes are full of compassion. I should have been hypnotized by his daughter to not notice how handsome he is. He has a muscular body but his face reflects an obvious gentleness. It doesn't prevent him from being particularly charismatic. During lunch, Léon asks us what seems to be a huge favor in his opinion. He wants us to look after her daughter a week, ten days at most. His meeting with Héléna has helped him to make his decision. It's time for him to leave his house still haunted by the memories of his wife. I'm surprised, in a good way anyway. What he calls a favor will be a pleasure for us. We quickly adjust the last details of Cléo's stay and Léon leaves us early in the afternoon. As I watch Cléo saying goodbye to her father and something catches my eyes. I know they do care about each other, but they seem kind of formal, kind of detached. Cléo is pretty energetic, but when it comes to behave with her father, she turns into a quiet good girl. Considering what they went through, I guess it's normal that a few sequels remain. This leads me to think that, in this house, we all have a bunch of sequels to deal with. Cléo has unpacked her belongings in Noémie's bedroom. I don't dare to ask them who will sleep in which bed. I yet don't know how my daughter will react when she'll find out where I sleep now. Anyway, a couple of minutes after we closed the door behind Léon, the three girls jump into the pool. They all wear bikini panties but I don't mind. Their giggles and joyful screams are the only cure I need for my recovery. I watch Héléna diving in the pool in her turn, and I discovered that she had bought a full bikini. She has well and truly a bra, even if she never has put it on. But with or without a bra on, the girl's reaction is the same, as soon as she touches the water; the three of them rush to her and try to sink her. Sandra gets out of the pool a couple of minutes later. She sits down on the deck chair next to mine, turned to me.
- Mom, did you read what I told the police? - Yes, sweetie, I did, but don't worry about that. If you want to talk, it's OK, otherwise I'll always be here to talk with you. Right now, I want you to know how sorry I am about it all. But you, you don't have to do anything. You're my most precious treasure on earth and all I can do is to offer you a new life, a new start. - So, you're not angry? - With you? No, sweetie, definitely not. Not you. I guess that's all she needed to hear. She almost hurts me by jumping on me and squeezing me tight in her arms. - None of this is your fault, unfortunately it's a drama between adults and it should never have reached you. And I promise to avoid the pictures. I just want to be sure you always can say no. - It's OK mommy. I promise, everything's fine now. I... I don't mind getting naked with you and Héléna and Noémie. In fact I like that. I mean, it's nothing to compare with what... with what they wanted me to do. - Really? You don't have to hide things from me now, you can tell me everything. Even if you think I won't like it, even if it's hard to hear. I'll never be angry with you. You're my daughter. You'll always be. - Thank you mom. It's so good to have you back. You have changed, you know. There's something new. Something I like. I know I changed. A lot of things have changed in my life obviously. But I'm not sure I understand all what my daughter's meant. In the swimming pool, Elena is overflowed by the girls, notably because of the presence of Cléo. She doesn't dare to touch her the same way her own daughter. Quite the reverse, Cléo seems pretty happy to put her hands on my friend's skin, especially her breasts. Against me, my daughter is purring. We both watch them and without even thinking, I started to caress her lightly. She gets goose bumps and squirms on my lap. Whatever has happened, she still enjoys my finger strolling over her skin. I guess she told the truth, there's no comparison between what Alain made her live and our own relationships. Héléna gets out of the water followed by Cléo a couple of minutes later. In spite of all our precautions so as not to offend her, Cléo takes the towel Héléna holds out to her, and shamelessly, she takes her swimsuit off before she dries herself. We all are watching her, agape, while she goes back into the house wiggling her bare bum. We prefer anyway slipping a dress on for the rest of the evening. I'm quite sure none of us wear something below though. During dinner, Cléo thanks us for her stay. We all agree she doesn't have to thank us; it's a pleasure to get her with us. She's worth it. While we all are around the table, I explain that I won't go back to work until mid-September. I'll have to pass by the office but only a few times. "Maybe I should drive you there to be sure you won't... Never mind." Nobody reacts to Héléna's caustic remark. She apologizes immediately trying not to ruin the dinner. Later, we send the girls to bed. We follow them a little after, and as soon as I join Héléna in her bed, I profusely apologize. I shouldn't have lied to her. I wanted to protect her, protect them from all my family crap. But she needs no protection. She wants to be part of my life, she wants to be here for me and she needs that I understand that. I do, I really do. She notes that something is still on my mind. The girls, we managed to go to bed after them but how long will we manage to escape their curiosity. On the other hand, how will they react when they'll find it out? By way of answer, Héléna kisses me softly. She's not used to deal with this. After her husband's death, she stayed alone for a while. She didn't want another man in her life. But after a year of loneliness, a woman of her coworkers tried to pick her up. She had been attracted by a few women and, well, after flirting a month or so, they have had an affair. Héléna wasn't ready to engage in a long term relationship and she has put an end to their affair two months later. Her colleague didn't really accept their split. And in the end of the scholar year, she got her transfer. It can happen when you date the head teacher. I hear her story. But, after another tender kiss, I can't help myself but note it makes a lot of changes for Sandra. And not just for Sandra, I met my husband when I was a young adult and never cheated on him till now. No, I don't regret him, of course not, but still. "I don't have any clue about how our daughters are going to deal with it, but right now I need it. And forget your man, has he ever done this to you?" No need to answer, she's already sneaking up on me anyway. A kiss, a second, a third, all the time to get rid of our nighties. How her body can be so hot? Or maybe are we burning all together. Yes, that's it, her breath enters my mouth and inflames all my body. Her knee finds his way between mine. Slowly our bodies perfectly fit each other no moving anymore apart from a perfect harmony. Her tongue frisks my mouth; she wraps around mine and fills me with the delicious mixture of our saliva. Her thigh crushes my pussy which covers it with the damp proof of my desires. She forces her own slit against my now wet thigh. Our skin, our bellies, our tits, our whole bodies are sliding against one another. Our sweat, our breaths, everything from us intimately mingles. And then our hands enter the dance. I cling on to her back, I press her stronger and tighter against me. On the opposite, Héléna push on her hands to move down. The first stroke of her tongue on my nipple makes escape my first moan. And then the second, and another one. Héléna annoy my nipples. She taps them with her tongue, kisses them, sucks on them. My swollen nipples send electrical waves through my body till my sensitive clit. Her fingers knead my breasts; they squeeze them and make them even more bulging between her lips. She has respite on titillating them, over and over again. The scalding sensation in my nipples punctuates my erratic breath by my whines. Oddly I let out a disappointed groan when her mouth deserts my breast to play a little with my belly button. The burn inside me follows the path of her tongue. The more she moves down, the more my pussy is on fire. I spread my thighs to open myself for her. Her lips brush my bare pubic mound multiplying the shivers all over my body. God bless the one who invented the hair removal. My lower belly never has been as sensitive as it is now smooth. A kiss at first, then a lick and a kiss again. She is torturing me. Her warm breath makes me feel how soaked my pussy is. A lick, another one, and again, my clit rebels against this inquisitive tongue, it struggles in a fight it will never win. A kiss, a lick and then she sticks her mouth on my pussy. Her tongue finally enters the battle. She nibbles my protruding clit between her lips, her tongue uncovers it. She sucks on my clit. My moans rise in the treble. And then her fingers join her tongue. The first intimate touch turns my moans into screams. Shamelessly two of her fingers sink into my flooded cunt. I cling on to the sheet below me. My feet planted on the bed, I can't help but lift my bum to strengthen the pressure of her mouth. I want her to drink me, to eat me. My head turns right to left on its own. She lewdly plays with her fingers in me. She reaches sensible spots I have never been aware of. My high-pitched screams echo in the room fulfilled with our lustful scents. In a last lucid second I see the eyes of Héléna watching my face and her luscious smile while she plunges her fingers deep in me. Her hand slaps my protruding labia with a moist noise. Again and again, at each rough back-and-forth movement her hand slams my overstimulated pussy. I beg her, I beg God, all my unceasing yes end in whining cries. My ass lifts itself up in order to crush my pussy against Héléna's hand. I want her deeper, I want stronger. I lose the little bit of control I've got left. Héléna adds a third finger to fuck me with. A huge bomb of pleasure explodes in my belly. It electrifies me and floods me with successive waves of warm ecstasy. Every fiber of my body responds by contracting. The last licks Héléna gives me extend these wonderful forays in heaven. I hear the wet immodest noises of Héléna who licks me clean. I can't stand her kinky stimulations anymore. Her tongue is an electric dart which makes me convulse at each stroke. My shaken body imprisons her between my tensed thighs. I'm still high savoring the rebounds of my orgasm which are slowly decreasing. It's like this marvelous last dream which remains a few seconds in our mind in the early morning. My breath recovers its pace, the fog clears. Héléna crawled up on me and captures my last erratic breath between her lips. Her mouth tastes so good, a mix of all our flavors mixed with love. No, never Alain has given me this. I thrill again. My sweating body shivers; I kiss her back. My life was all mapped out. I had my beliefs, moral principles that helped me make my decisions. I thought I had an open mind, that I had transcended at least some those archaic prejudices. But I knew nothing. In one month my world has completely collapsed. And now, this woman whose I'm sucking at her tongue, opens for me the door to a life that I ever dared to dream. Héléna rolls down to my side. We are face to face, staring into each other's eyes. There is no more question of another life, another world. I can't lie to myself any longer. I am in love with this woman. I am a woman and I deeply love this beautiful and wonderful woman. And nothing matters more than that. The girls join Héléna and me, a several seconds before the nurse comes in. The girls entered the kitchen two minutes before the nurse rings the doorbell. Five minutes later I'm relieved from the last stitches and the adhesive dressing. The girls entered the kitchen two minutes before the nurse rings the doorbell. Five minutes later I'm relieved from the last stitches and the adhesive dressing. The nurse sees the girls observing us from the doorstep. Instead of sending them back, she smiles to me. She gives me the information to take care of my scar and her phone number just in case. As soon as she leaves the living room, the girls come and see me. Sandra first and then Noémie, they inspect my scar and they brush it with their fingertips. Cléo stays back. She looks hesitating. All of a sudden, I realize I'm chest naked. The poor girl doesn't know where she has to look, my breasts or my scar. I take her hand and pull her to me. Sandra and Noémie sit beside me and let her come closer. Her hand in mine, I lead her fingers along the thin purple line. Firstly confused, she then follows my scar by herself. There's no more hesitation in her eyes, she is like hypnotized. I take my own fingers away from my breast and it gets down again on my scar. Cléo is surprised but she doesn't remove her fingers. On the opposite, she lightly strokes my areola. Immediately my nipple cheekily bulges. Cléo stares at it round-eyed while Noémie and Sandra snigger. With her fingertip she pushes on my now hard nipple. She stays still, staring at it, as if she was expecting to hear a ring. Héléna watched the entire scene and comes to my help, "hey girls, it's time to go shopping, we need to fill the fridge!" After an hour and a half, we leave the supermarket with two shopping carts almost full. We are exhausted and hungry. So the stop at the pizzeria is no more an option but a need. Later, while we all lunch on the terrace, a sudden gust of wind surprises us. Cléo tries to catch up the soda bottle but she loses her balance and she ends up with her slice of pizza on her dress stained with fizzy drink. We all burst in laugh except for Cléo who seems panicked. Sandra says she just has to take her dress off. Cléo strongly blushes and in a low voice confesses she wears nothing underneath. Héléna and I are quite stunned. Our daughters, on their side, burst into laugh again. "So what?" This is the only answer the awkward little black girl will get. Noémie helps her to get rid of the dripping dress. Cléo doesn't look that much disturbed to be the only one of us naked. She cleans the mess with us. But as soon as it's done, she stands in front of Héléna and me. She looks down at her feet, her hands behind her. Taken aback, Héléna looks questioningly at me, and then, she puts her hand on the cheek of the young girl. "It's OK sweetie, everything's fine now, do you want another slice of pizza?" In her turn, Cléo looks disconcerted. "No punishment?" Héléna reassures her, of course not, it all was an accident. And then our little friend shows us her wide smile and goes back to her seat. I remain a bit dubious yet. After the meal, I take Cléo in an aside and explain that if she is lacking of panties, she only has to tell us. The poor little girl gets crimson again. "No, I have panties, quite enough. It's just that... I like to be naked under my dress. I... I'm sorry I know it's not..." I stop her. It's OK, I can understand that, but she has to be careful. It's not a problem to walk around naked at home, but outside, someone could see. In her eyes I see she understood what I was getting at. But still she remains so pitiful, I see she's waiting for something else but I pat her bum and she immediately frisks toward her friends. She suddenly stops at the terrace doorstep "so, can I stay naked here?" Naturally, yes she can. Through the picture window, I see that the other two girls are paying attention at our talk. "We all can walk around naked, here. We all are girls, aren't we?" Sandra and Noémie try their best not to show their great relief and they don't wait one more second to get rid of their clothes. Héléna joins me and lays down on the deck chair beside me. I'm watching the girls in the pool, lost in my thoughts. Just one day she's with us at home, and the three girls already are playing naked in the pool. There's a certain something with this little black treasure which attracts and puzzles me. As always, Héléna reads my thoughts "this girl is eaten up with curiosity. She definitely needed womanly presence." She just finished her sentence that Noémie shouts in surprise. Right after Cléo apologizes, but Noémie giggles. She caught her off guard, no big deal, but it's somewhat sensitive down there. Héléna and I have difficulty not to laugh. My friend is obviously right, this little girl is eager to learn about her body, and other's body too. Still intrigued, I ask Héléna about Léon. He seems to be a good man who went through a harsh crisis. Among the students, he has the reputation of being strict but not insensitive, authoritarian but fair. Somehow, the students appreciate him more than his colleagues do. He lost his temper at several times during staff meetings. His reasons were justified, at least in Héléna's opinion, but a teacher needs to know how to keep his cool. She seems puzzled for a moment, as if she didn't see why I was asking this question. Anyway no, she has preferred to keep her distance from Léon. She had just lost her husband, and, another man who wants to control everything would have brought nothing good in her life or in her daughter's life either. She has avoided him as much as a lover than as a friend. He needed time to recover from the loss of his wife. She was everything for him. During the diner, the girls discuss about the new school year, wondering where Cléo will live and to which school she's going to go. Cléo correct them, she will go to junior high, not in a primary school. - So you got one year ahead? - Two actually. I'll go in the same class as you.
I knew she was smarter than what she indeed wants to show. I can help myself but to laugh in front of the funny dazed expression of our gawking daughters. When they finally recover from their surprise, the three of them run upstairs into their bedroom. Sandra has a lot to tell them about schools here and they both have lots of questions too. As soon as we hear they closed their door, I lead Héléna to her bedroom. I don't even let her the time to undress. I invade her mouth with my eager tongue and she purrs in return. If there one thing I particularly love in our relationship, this is these long tender kisses. Her saliva is the strongest aphrodisiac I have ever felt. I suck on her tongue, on her lips. My hands slide up on her bare bum below her dress. She mischievously pulls on my lip with her teeth and I pinch her buttocks. She whines and I push my tongue between her lips again. Héléna bumps into the dresser behind her. My lips slide down on her neck and kiss their way up to nibble her ears. Héléna giggles, purrs, moans with satisfaction. She squirms while my tongue is snooping into her ear. Then a last kiss and I crouch down before her. I slowly roll up her dress uncovering her thighs. I kiss and lick each square inch of her skin I reveal. I hear her groan. She tries to pull up her dress but I keep it down, I want it slow, I want it all. On my way up, I find out how ticklish she is. Her inner thighs are shiny with my saliva. Looking up at her, I see her fist stuck against her mouth to muffle her moans, her incomprehensible hoarse speech. I let her dress go with my first lick on her pussy lips. She immediately slips her dress over her head. I hear it fall down on the floor while my tongue worm into her labia to ferret out her clit. I drink her. I delight of her juices. She's so wet, she's so tasteful. I suck at her love button, but that's not enough. I want to get my mouth full of her. I stiffen my tongue and push it into her pussy. I lap up her succulent nectar. I savor each drop of it. Héléna spreads her legs apart and presses my head with one hand against her slit. When I take out my tongue from her intimate den, it's to flatten it against her labia. I'm intoxicated with her aromas. I suck at her clit again, I nibble it, I lick it. My hands push on her butt behind and I force my mouth in front. Without thinking, I pull apart her buttocks and I hear her moaning louder. My tongue brush her slit up and down. My tongue ventures onto her perineum and I get the same answer. I don't wait another invitation and with my hands on her waist I make her to turn around. In no time, Héléna swells out her butt. A throaty groan welcomes my tongue on her bum hole. My hands keep apart her buttocks while my tongue finds her way from her pucker to her pussy from behind. Up and down, down and up, I spread her juices and my saliva all over the cleft of her butt. Each time my tongue grazes her asshole, I feel a shiver running through Héléna's body. So I draw little circles around the little wrinkled hole which react in each of my strokes. I push my tongue on it and the tiny entrance opens. I take a big breath of her wonderful scent, and delighted I push my stiff tongue into her awaiting ass. Héléna reacts straight away. Her moan is so loud that I expect to see the girls cross the doorstep right now. But I'm way too intoxicated to stop anyway. Héléna bends down to rest on the dresser. One of her hands move onto her pussy and while I push my tongue back and forth in her pucker, she rubs her clit furiously. She sticks her free fist against her mouth. I don't understand her muffled voice, but the moves of her hips are explicit enough. I can't resist long in front of her opened pussy she throws back against my chin. My pointing finger replaces my tongue. As soon as my fingertip touches her asshole, Héléna impales herself on it. Without the slightest resistance, my finger disappears into my lover's butt. I follow the pace of Héléna's hips to move my finger in and out her butt. I can't resist much longer to her juices and her pussy shiny with them. My mouth on her soaked labia, I lap her twat greedily. Héléna is getting close. Her bottom doesn't move anymore, I feel the tension in her body. Her both hands are clinging on to the edge of the dresser. She doesn't move, she just repeats the word "fuck" again and again. I fuck her indeed, her ass with my finger and her pussy with my tongue. I hear her panting, moaning, whining. I feel her arching her back and shaking from everywhere but I keep fucking her till she slips down on the floor. Héléna doesn't even wait to get her breath back. She kisses me and licks all her juices from my face. We both are elated, intoxicated with our scents and our tastes. I kiss her back. And we stay here, on the floor, backed against her bed, for quite a while, kissing and kissing again. "Noooooo..." Both, Héléna and I, we sit up in the bed. It's Noémie we just heard screaming. We keep quiet, listening attentively. Noémie doesn't scream again but we clearly hear her opening the door of her room. My heart races, I panic. On the opposite, Héléna stays oddly calm. I'm disconcerted. But, after all, she's right, it's useless and there's no real reason to be afraid. Noémie already stands in the doorway. Her hair is a mess and she's rubbing her eye with her fist. Fear turns into an amusement, her mom and me, simultaneously, we pat the bed between us. The sleepy girl gets closer and suddenly pauses. She looks at each one of us, scratches her head, and jumps on the bed. "Well, you finally made up your mind." Héléna asks her daughter what happened. While she settles down between us, she explains she had a bad dream. Her mom got sick and has been taken away from her. She tried to run after the ambulance but she couldn't catch up with it. She ended up all alone and was crying and screaming and... I feel so sorry, so shameful. To see me leaving on a stretcher has left its mark on her. I profusely apologize to her and kiss her forehead. She turns her back to her mom who wraps her arms around her. Noémie faces me. The last thing I see when Sandra turns off the bedside lamp is the big blue eyes of the little blonde who already falls back asleep. And the last thing I hear tonight is her moved voice "does that mean you'll stay with us from now on?" Lea |