Helen All Alone

I left her alone with my friend Steve overnight. I had sometimes shared with Helen how big Steve's cock was. Not unexpectedly when I came home, Helen's blouse and skirt was rumpled and they both looked very guilty
 
Helen’s favorite outfits were knee-length straight skirts paired with turtlenecks or soft blouses, and she loved the way they moved when she walked.
 
Helen is a little graduate student, likes preppy clothes, college parties, and the men she goes home with. She spread her legs for a suprising number of men (what would be a lot?) from professors to class nerds to janitors. And, of course, she cheated on her boyfriends all the time. My hot little girlfriend who couldn't keep her pussy away from other boys. She kept a lists of all the cocks she has let penetrate her
The list was a long one
 
Helen always maintained that a girl could never have enough practice sucking boys off at college
 
What does your imagination have her up to?
When I think about her I always imagine her as in her mid 20s fucking a lot of men. The truth is she is in her early 70s and her husband is in his early 80s and apart from a few years after business school she hasn't done much with her life.
 
Helen went to the party with me and let me feel her up all the way there, even gave me a handjob, but left with another guy
 
Helen had a reputation on campus, though not the sort she ever intended. She always wore a certain kind of outfit and always attracted a certain kind of guy. Straight skirts in plain colors and soft blouses tucked neatly at the waist. Short dark hair and petite build – about 5’ 4” and 110 lbs. Her pretty smile made for the complete package. She never saw herself as magnetic to guys but other people did, especially the guys. By the time she left college she was about 10 guys away from being a virgin.

Some of the other girls were jealous, but others (but usually the sluttier ones) were kinder and just teased her. “You’re going to need a spreadsheet, Helen,” one of them said. But actually Helen just connected easily and she like a bit of bed hopping too. In her junior year a philosophy TA, a photographer and an architecture student. It accelerated from there to having more than one lover at a time and each and every one of her lovers left his mark

One day Helen took her usual shortcut through campus. Her skirt swayed with each step, brushing against her boots. Her blouse—cream-colored with pearl buttons—shimmered faintly in the sunlight occasionally showing off her 20-something breasts. She vowed that she would become a little more experimental with her men in the coming year
 
Helen had a reputation on campus, though not the sort she ever intended. She always wore a certain kind of outfit and always attracted a certain kind of guy. Straight skirts in plain colors and soft blouses tucked neatly at the waist. Short dark hair and petite build – about 5’ 4” and 110 lbs. Her pretty smile made for the complete package. She never saw herself as magnetic to guys but other people did, especially the guys. By the time she left college she was about 10 guys away from being a virgin.

Some of the other girls were jealous, but others (but usually the sluttier ones) were kinder and just teased her. “You’re going to need a spreadsheet, Helen,” one of them said. But actually Helen just connected easily and she like a bit of bed hopping too. In her junior year a philosophy TA, a photographer and an architecture student. It accelerated from there to having more than one lover at a time and each and every one of her lovers left his mark

One day Helen took her usual shortcut through campus. Her skirt swayed with each step, brushing against her boots. Her blouse—cream-colored with pearl buttons—shimmered faintly in the sunlight occasionally showing off her 20-something breasts. She vowed that she would become a little more experimental with her men in the coming year
What did she do next?
 
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