I find my endpoint on Helena’s lips, kissing her softly at first to test the waters then longer, wetter. She stumbles over her words, "I’m not sure," "Oh, I think you know," I slip my hand down her stomach, past the hem of her skirt, underneath and begin stroking the lining of her panties. The shudder she gives shakes her so badly that she rattles the chair. "Please," I’ve always hated the sound of a woman begging and I am almost tempted to take her this very second, but my playful side loves this game too much. With my thumb, I begin to massage slow lazy circles around her clitoris while I draw a line up and down her slit. Her body is shaking uncontrollably now; her thighs opening and closing tightly around my wrist. "Please," she begs again, but I ignore her pleas; I’m just having too much fun. "Uh-uh," I chide her, "Tell me exactly what you want me to do," I treat her like the innocent girl she has tricked me into believing she was. She seems hesitant to speak so to jumpstart her speech, I apply pressure to her already engorged clit, making her body freeze. "Tell me," I command. "I want-I want-", "Yes?", "I want you to fuck me…hard," Ask and you shall receive. All sense of manners and normal behavior leave me as I rip her dripping panties away from her body. Manners no longer exist; just lust.I am not gentle as I enter her, my long fingers journeying deep within her womb, searching for anything to make Helena moan. Her once silent moans begin to fill the room, adding to the noise of what cannot be considered lovemaking but senseless fucking; a symphony of clothing shifting, chair groaning and a woman on the verge of orgasm. The cacophony is almost deafening.

   My hand continues to twist and pump furiously and my vision begins to flicker. I haven’t had a drink since Helena’s offer this morning so there is only one reason for the light show; she’s here. "What are you doing here with this child?" I hear her voice before I can see her and from the sound of it, she’s not very happy. "You heard me. What are you doing here with this pipsqueak? She looks like she just got her training bra yesterday," Out of the corner of my eye, I see her step out of the shadows and into the light next to the table. She’s wearing a green velvet shoulderless dress tonight; the color-me-jealous design. Suddenly, the woman grinding on my fingers is of no precedent. "What are you doin’ here," My wordplay never changes. "Why, I just came to see the show. Besides, it’s a once in a lifetime event. Now, who would wanna miss something like that?" Her tone has the flippant air of a spoiled child trying to get her way. She sits is the chair diagonal from me to get a better view. "I’m surprised you even remember what to do. You got a manual stashed away somewhere?" She’s laughing at me. A laugh that makes me angry and wet all at the same time. "No wonder you don’t have a real woman in your life," a snicker, "Well other than me. All you have is little girls like this writhing around your knuckles like some possesed beast. You can’t satisfy a real woman. Hell, I don’t think you can satisfy this barely legal tease," She’s taunting me. My tormented mind wants to leap up and tear her to bloody shreds, to maim her beyond recognition; to prove her wrong. And what better way to prove her wrong than by example. Lust is forgotten momentarily; pride takes over. My ministrations become more rapid, more intrusive. More painful. Helena is howling like a wildcat but I could care less. This no longer involves her. This is between me and the woman with no name.