The Last Man

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Julia Rogers smiled as the young lady walked into her office she was like all the other women who walked into her office , stunning, truly stunning and like all the other women she had only dated what Julia liked to call the 1 percenters , the guy who had it all. Many women who ended up with these men lived happy loving lives ...many did not.

Ten years earlier she had been just like this woman stunning , horny and emotionally ruined...she had found love with the last man she would ever expect to ...a call center operator who had been a little pudgy and had no sense of fashion, she now had three wonderful children and was deeply in love with her husband who still worked in a call center and couldn't believe he'd married a former Miss USA.

So she had opened this dating agency matching women like her with 'The Last man you would have dated '...or 'The Last Man' for short...and it had worked in seven years she had matched 422 women of which 297 had married or where currently engaged to the men she found , with another 94 seriously dating.

"I've found the prefect male for you, hes a little shy so you will have to take the lead at first ,but he fits what our tests say is the right man for you...infact he's the perfect fit and thats rare" She'd let the woman leave with that news confident that this coupling would work as long as his latest client was truly open to a man she would not normally select by her own devices.

On her own again Julia opened another profile and smiled he was good looking behind very thick glasses, he had a huge cock , she'd seen the photo and had a few private moments since them pretending she was being fucked by that beast....and he had a trust fund worth millions that he actually have no idea existed for another two months when he turned 19....Julia smiled she had just matched the stunner to an 18 years old high school nerd who had every desire his client wanted covered without the ego and arrogance an what was more he was a genuinely good person.


Ryan Hunter took the call and nervously said thank you. Two months earlier he'd been on the lookout for a flatmate as his deceased parents house had grown very empty and quiet in the months since their untimely death...he'd gotten the instructions for the company that found tenants wrong and walked into the offices of what turned out to be a dating agency, strangely enough they had been very interested in him , he hadn't been sure about the nude photo they wanted he was very self aware and had blushed when the woman photographer had taken his photo , twenty minutes later she had taken his viginity and thanked him much to his shock and suprise.

He had the name of the coffee shop and the womans description she sounded so far out of his league it wasn't funny...he doubted this 'date' would end well but Mrs Rogers had been so certain and so he stood outside 'The Roadside cafe" Running shoes jeans and a t-shirt that read "Sith Lord in training' on the front on bright read writing his thick glasses searching for a woman who couldn't possibly be interested in him.

bio
Ryan Hunter
5'10
black year lean and athletic body
age 18 high school senior
self professed dork
with limited fashion sence and even less confidence

He's also blessed with a cock just over a foot long and a trust fund that he knows nothing about worthn 15 million, his parents house is his and is freehold in a very nice neighbourhood
 
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Helena McKinsey
Age: 30
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First boyfriend, High School man on campus. He was an asshole, though, and ended up dumping her for her best friend. Later she found out he'd been fucking both her sister AND her mom on the side as well. Still, it took her almost a year to get over him. She met Jack and things seemed right...

She'd been just 19 when she'd married rich playboy Jack, and had to endure his cheating, being gone for weeks at a time, the fighting when she dared to confront him about his behavior, even putting her in the hospital twice. Finally, it was when she found out, after years of their trying to get pregnant that he had managed to impregnate one of his women on the side she was teetering on the brink of leaving him. But, the minute he found out he was having a son, he'd left first. Somehow, that hurt even more. Then,came Big Hank, he was more than twice her age but also rich and cocky like Jack had been. He professed not to even have the energy to cheat. No, he had the energy to gamble away much of their fortune and then try to suggest Helena prostitute herself as the prize for winning a hand of poker they'd just lost their house in...After that horrible gang bang supervised and permitted by her husband, she'd had enough.

It had been a few years and now she'd built herself up to some sort of independence. She had not wanted to date for a while but the nearly two years without sex or a soul to talk with was beginning to get to her. Helena ended up breaking down and contacting the company her friend, Jen, referred her to. "If anything, at least you'll get to go out and have a bit of fun." Jen had said casually.

Helena was a little nervous to find out who she'd be set up with but she'd specified very clearly she wasn't going to be dominated by any man this time around. This time she wanted something different.
 
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There she was the description barely doing her justice but there could be no mistake, he was really nervous now , Julia had been very reassuring but there seemed no reason why a woman like the one he'd just seen being remotely interested in him.

Ryan took a deep breath and hoped that he'd actualy get some words out that didn't make him sound like a total loser , no he thought ironically my glasses and clothes do that loser enhancement well enough.

"Ah Helena" nerves made his voice shake "I'm Ryan" know what Einstein the thought came he was hopeless with reading women, all the clothes at school looked at him like he was diseased and infact only the photographer had shown an interest and he didn't know why, not allowed to do sports at school thanks to protective parents whos note on his file wasn't getting removed so he had no idea that he had at least one thing about him many women would be impresswed with.

He stood still looking at Helena "Um would you like some coffee? " his eyes had a plea in them , just don't run he thought at least talk to me I've not talked, really talked, to anyone for months.

His mind failed to notice his body's complete reaction to the woman in front of him , he simply trying not to throw up .

His eyes had flicked to the Cafe as he asked her if she wanted coffee it was mostly empty , in the middle period between breakfast and lunch at least it would be private whatever happened
 
Helena eyed the boy...no he was a man, but barely. It seemed he didn't know he had potential of that nature yet. He was definitely non-threatening. But, she looked at him more deeply, the way she had looked at the profile photo earlier when agreeing to this date. Yes, there was something there, he would clean up well, and his youth and lack of cockiness added to the appeal for her. It meant he would be kind. She smiled. "Coffee would be lovely, thanks."

She opened the door for him and they walked in together, finding a booth in a quiet corner so they could talk without him being very self conscious. "Ryan, your file photograph doesn't do you justice. You really do have very pretty eyes." Then, she laughed at herself, "I'm sorry, I know pretty isn't usually a word men like in reference to them but they are, your eyes." Her Irish lilt made her a little self-conscious. Her parents had moved with her from Cork Ireland when she was fifteen and she'd never completely shed the old country's accent.
 
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Ryan blushed at the compliment few ever saw beyond his glasses , he had contact lenses but seem to lose them with alarming regularity that it just seemed safer to stick with what he knew best.

The coffee arrived before he could voice a reply, it seemed to him that areturn compliment was due yet how could he compliment just one aspect of what he saw when the every part was worthy of such recognition.

" I wasn't given a photo just a description " he looked quickly at Helena and back to the coffee
" I...well...." nerves kicked in and he decided to have some coffee yet as he began to lift the bowl his hands shook and he quickly abandoned that idea "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen"

How had he said that....oh dear lord why had he said that ,his mouth opened and his hands went to his glasses taking them off , a reaction to the nerves a few moments where he could quickly clean the lens while barely seeing anything on Helenas faced offer a bonus benefit. His face without the glasses turned to Helena

"I'm sorry I wasn't expecting to blurt that out " his mind now found a way to cover what he was sure was an error on his part "You're accent is quiet striking Irish obviously , Cork? " he asked
" my Grandmother was from Waterford" Ryan added by way of explaination hoping he'd guessed right.
 
"you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen"

Helena heard the compliment and blushed feeling warm all over. It had gone straight to her heart because it was so very unexpected and sincere. "Thank you!" she said, very honestly moved.

She watched his face without the glasses, yes, he was handsome in his own way...His follow up question showed a great deal of observant insight for someone his age. "Thank you again...I sometimes get laughed at about the accent...uh, yes, Cork, it is. I moved here when I was fifteen." She took a sip of her cappuccino and grimaced, "Ick, this place seems to think cappuccino's should be made of tar!"

When he chuckled along with her and the mood had relaxed a bit she said softly, "I've been married twice. Both men were...are...huge arses. I want you to know I chose to try a date with you because I don't trust myself to know better when it comes to the usual types...I want to try the exact opposite of a cocky, wealthy, womanizing, gambler...I also don't feel much inclined to waste time beating around the bush. I like you a lot already and I think this could work. But, you have to give yourself a chance to try just going with the flow and not worry what I'll think. And, I...I need to not compare you to anyone and just enjoy your company in the here and now. Do you think we could try that?" Her green eyes were soul-baring at this moment and when he returned his glasses to his face and looked at her through them she could see the understanding there. She'd been hurt before. She wanted him to help her heal.
 
Ryan smiled "Yeah we can try that" the smile genuine as he relaxed noticably

'She likes me ...this could work' the words hit his very being, no woman he knew would ever say that to him let alone someone like Helena and yet she had said those words and more ...he couldn't read women to save his life but he'd learnt the hard way to know when someone spoke with real malice in their voice and there was none here.....infact if anything she'd been utterly honest.

Then his eyes looked to the coffee he hadn't touched it but Helena had tried hers to disdain , what now the question asked itself ....there was a park near by that ran along a quiet river it was private in some places but public enough that Helena wouldn't feel...what? threatened , shed been hurt before clearly enough he would not add to that hurt.

"Would you like to go for a walk " the nerves gone , not yet replaced with confidence but at least he wasn't in danger of spilling his coffee all over himself or her. "Theres a park a few hundred feet down the road its nice " he was going to say lovely but he wasn't sure if that wasn't a gay thing for a guy to say about some grass and a river.

His house was at the other end of the park it never occurred to him that a deep part of him was thinking with confidence uptapped.

Just then a mass of bike -riders showed in the latest cycling gear many wearing team jerseys last seen in the Tour De France and the cafe got noiser as competing voices sort to be heard.
 
Helena watched the sweaty and excited mass of bikers enter and nodded to Ryan. She noted as she opened her purse he had put enough money on the table for both of their coffee's and a tip.

She smiled, happy at least that part of things hadn't been changed around in her new dating life and shut the clasp on the bag while following Ryan out into the fresh air. "I wonder sometimes what it is about human beings which makes us appreciate a little water, grass and some trees, I suppose it just goes back to our roots and reminds us on some level of where we all come from." she commented, linking her arm with his as they walked in the lovely and much calmer environment together. He was a head taller than her and Helena couldn't help thinking it meant she would more easily be able to rest her head on his shoulder when necessary.

"Ryan, you're a bit on the young side. That makes me a little nervous...but you seem intelligent. Have you had many girlfriends?" she asked, instantly regretting the question when she saw the look on his face. "I'm sorry...was that too personal?"
 
He'd never really consider the park as special , as a connection to the past, as a child the park had been a playground for friends that now barely noticed him at school, then four years ago he'd mistimed a jump and landed in the river , so he'd walked the short distance home, walking past Mrs Sanders in a bikini doing her garden, when he'd arrived him the bulge in his pants was bad enough but his cock head had pushed itself down his leg and into the open...when his mother saw him she freaked ...gone was playing in the park with friends and gym was sunddenly and completely removed form his schedule ...all for his own good had been the reply to his objections

Now the park was just some place....until now he'd seen it with Helenas eyes and wondered the real value of parks and just why avoiding them had been for his own good.

"No ..no its not personal I mean considering...." he left that hanging " I had a girlfriend once she wanted to wear my glasses , she dumped me when I let her...that was when I was nine...since then" he stopped walking " you know at my school senior girls out number senior boys by almost two to one....every guy has a girlfriend except for me...thats the way its been since the great glasses dumping"

That was true wasn't it, then want was the woman who took his photo , not a girlfriend, then what was she?

"I'm not a virgin thou" the words blurted out his face looked at Helena in utter horror "Oh my I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that its not as if..." but he couldn't finish the sentence..would she finish this? he didn't want her to go but he expected her to slap him and leave thats what women did in cases like this ...and yet what if she wanted to know more? how could he explain what had happened without making it seem he was already thinking about sex with Helena...then he realised he'd crossed that border already
 
Helena laughed, "I hadn't meant to imply that I thought you were. I know a lot of guys consider having a girlfriend and a sexual encounter two totally separate things...I haven't ever really had sex outside of a relationship but, well, if you had it's nothing to be ashamed of. I just hope...I mean to say, in the event that you and I were to turn into an item...I'd be greatly disappointed and hurt to find out you had been off 'playing around' with other women while in a relationship with me. I know what that feels like, believe me, it's awful. I'd much rather be dumped for another woman than cheated on."

They stopped to watch a young family with a baby and a toddler. The little boy was supposed to be feeding the ducks at the pond from some bread in his hand but he was instead chasing the ducks and eating the bread, his parents, struggling to gently correct him while sharing care of a hungry infant as well. Helena tried not to stare at them too long. It was painful on some level. She had imagined such happiness was currently being had somewhere by Jack and his new woman with their little family. She had no clue why such happiness was being denied her but it still stung a little when she really thought about it. The big Three-Oh had come to pass and she had dreaded that day.

Without realizing she'd begun speaking aloud again Helena said, "When I was your age and imagined myself at thirty I thought I'd have at least two children and a happy home..." She turned to look Ryan in the eyes again, another moment of clear sincerity as she told him, "...never worry about your future. Nothing ever turns out the way you think it will but that's no reason not to try. Someday, the labels that hinder you now won't matter at all. You might as well start living today as if they already don't." Then, she broke the contact, they'd been momentarily holding hands, facing one another. She turned and walked away from the happy family under the guise of continuing on the path they'd begun.
 
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They walked on in silence for a minute Ryan taking in all he'd heard knowing there was depths to what she had said that he didn't have the skill to understand. However there was one thing he did understand well and clear.

He had no idea if the woman he had sex with was single or not and it had worried him greatly , he'd asked and received conflicting info ...she was married, she was married but definately separated had been the first two answers followed by a third that he wasn't sure about..she had an open marriage. None of the answers eased his worry that he'd been involved in someone else cheating on another person.

"I don't know how this will all turn out" he said suddenly "Fifteen minutes ago I feared you would run from the cafe now, here we are talking about possibilities "his voice broke slightly on the last word, he realised that he was now faced her as had happened just before and like before wasn't sure how that had been managed. He was holding both her hands and from somewhere a signal was sent to his fingers and they moved slightly amd his digits moved into the gaps between Helena's fingers and moments later they were entwined.

"I'll never cheat on you, I know you have heard that before....but not from me" his eyes held her's sincerity and conviction flooded very being, and if the eyes are the window to the soul the Ryan's eyes shone with reassurance "I'll never cheat on you and if I ever make you cry they'll be tears of joy "

Sudden birdsong sprang up from a nearby group of trees and again without understanding why Ryan moved his head closer to Helena...was a kiss now just too soon ? and still the birdsongh continued.
 
He leaned in to kiss her looking as surprised about it as her. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, letting her mouth meet his, relaxing in his arms as their lips met. Within a half a second, without even thinking about it, her mouth had opened slightly and she felt his tongue tentatively probing the entry-point. It was with some fumbled delay but it only took a minute for him to catch on and soon Helena was happy to discover he was a pretty decent kisser once he let his inhibitions go.
 
Minutes went by and the fear that had been with Ryan as he took each step forward had gone, he'd never kissed before , well except the photographer but this kiss felt different, he couldn't really explain it but it felt...right.

Certainly his body reacted , thank goodness for loose jeans.

Lost in Helena he was rudely pulled back to reality by the sound of a bike braking followed by a familar voice...Billy Steadman, lay-about sometime car cleaner full time bully as long as you were smaller than Billy a situation Ryan had sorted with a growth spurt at the beginning of the year...now Billy was all mouth and implied threat

"What the fuck you doing Hunter" the words part angry and part shock Billy was twenty-two and had a face full of pock marks and his eyes narrowed cruelly as he spoke. Then the older male saw Helena inall her glory "Damm whats a babe like you doing with a nothing like Hunter..." he tried to smile but could only smirk "...you look like you could take a dick if you want a mans dick I got a solid eight inches for fucking between my legs"

"Billy go " Ryan tried to say it with authority but it sounded in his ears like a plea....Billy Steadman was going to turn this day into a disaster, Ryan started to feel a rage inside but his stomach churned Steadman left him alone now ....mostly but if it came to a fight Steadman would win , unlike most bullies Steadman knew how to fight without needing back up.

"Nah I think I'll stay ,your house just down the road why don't we go there and you can watch me fuck this bitch you might learn sumthing,

Ryan began to shake with rage and yet his cock was still reacting to the kiss as it pushed past his boxers on its journey south
 
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Helena looked from Ryan to the boy taunting him. She pulled out her mobile phone and said in a stern voice, "Sexual harrassment. Now, KID, do I call the police first, or your mommy? Get the fuck out of here before you learn what it means to truly get your nuts stomped by a ''chick''." she said, her eyes focused on the bully's for a full minute as she watched the smile and color both fade from his face and her smile grew wider as her finger began to dial. "You have ten seconds before I press SEND." she warned calmly.

"Bitch! You fuckin deserve each other!" called the coward over his shoulder as he peddled off as fast as he could.

Helena waited until the guy was out of sight before putting her phone away and then took Ryan's hand as if nothing had interrupted them. "Your house is nearby? You...aren't planning on making me meet your mum and dad on the first date, are you?" she teased lightly secretly dreading maybe she was right, though.
 
Ryan was very impressed with how Helena had dealt with Billy taht he only just caught Helena ask if he was taking her to meet Mum and Dad.

Mum and dad....it was tempting to simply say there were out of town, he'd been torn between not using their deaths as a sympathy hook and being honest. She liked him , didn't she? everything he'd seen on this date told him he doing okay and if anything more was to happen he didn't want it starting off with a lie

"No" sadness filled his voice "They died 6 months ago, car crash" he knew what was coming it was always the same, sympathy sometimes fake often genuine, he'd become good at telling the difference

He was also desparate to change the subject talking about his parents was for another time , it was still too raw to avoid tears "Would you like to come to my house , I've got some good coffee my m um ordered from 'Coffees of the World'

The house was in sight two story built in the 50's but with all the mod coms, his mother had been a neat freak and while Ryan wasn't he still tried to keep the house presentable..of course his mother would have had kittens if she saw the state of the place but she had taken neatness to a different level.
 
Helena was shocked to hear Ryan had lost his parents so tragically and so recently but he also seemed very uncomfortable talking about it. She thought beyond telling him she was sorry for his loss she'd let him lead the conversation because she didn't want to make him uncomfortable. They could always talk more about his parents another time.

She hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek, "I'm sorry. It must be hard..." Then, she let him lead the way to his home.
 
Keeping the place going was almost a full time job , the learning curve had been steep, his parents had left money for him to get by but not quite for the whole school year, it was why he'd gone looking for a flatmate if he was to avoid having to sell the place before graduating high school he needed the extra money.

At least the lawns were mowed.

Inside the house seemed tidy enough his eyes scanning for anything obvious , a slight smile touched his lips his fathers adult magazine stash was safely in his parents bedroom cupboard, he wasn't sure how Helena would feel walking into a room full of pictures of naked women as had been the case the previous night. Even now he wasn't certain want had prompted him to look at that magazines when he hadn't done so since his parents death.

The living room where he guided his date had two long couches and a lazy boy all pointing to a TV that had been his fathers pride and joy...for a week, photos of landscapes featured on the wall , his mother would constantly complain about having to clean them which was ironic snce she'd taken the photos and put them on the wall in the first place.

"Would you like some coffee ?" Ryan asked "we have Peets or some Terrior or ...." his mind stalled there were so many varieties ".... I think theres like thirty different types" he smiled his mother only liked the best and he hadn't found out where that desire for the best only came from, mum never spoke of her family.

"Oh would you like to take a seat or maybe a guided tour of the house" and thats when he cringed and not for the first time , what as there to see upstairs? two bedroom and the bathroom hardly spectacular stuff......and downstairs oh look a kitchenand laudray and my dads den cum everyones computer room
 
She felt slightly odd standing in the house which was clearly the ghost of a happy family shattered by tragedy and leaving just Ryan behind. He was doing so well considering how difficult it must be to live in constant reminder of what was missing in his life. Never one to be silent for long, Helena found herself speaking her thoughts aloud to Ryan's astonished stare as she brushed past him and went into the kitchen to check out what she might like for herself. "If you don't mind I'll make the coffee. Maybe fix us some lunch as well. I'd like to learn my way around your kitchen." She was pleased to find that his family had invested in a very nice coffee machine and it made several kinds of coffee and their collection of grounds was extensive. She made them both mochaccino's with hazelnut and cinnamon sprinkled on the foam. "Do you take sugar or just like it as is?" she asked, putting his coffee before him with a professional flair.

She then moved to the fridge to take out what she'd need in order to make them both some sandwiches and perhaps an omelette. "Before I go crazy in here, Ryan, you might want to tell me what you don't like to eat, such as I'm not a huge fan or pesto or too much salt...and maybe if I'm making you uncomfortable so I can back off. But, I kind of like to be in control of what's put into my body. One of my ex's poisoned me once. Makes a person more careful after that..."
 
Ryan's eyes widened "Poisoned?'" the word came out as much question as shock. Why would someone do that, he looked at Helena and so many questions flooded his mind, not the least of which was 'why did she like him'

"Anything except mustard" he said automatically , the fact he was grateful she was taking charge never really formed part of where his mind was at, at this particular moment.

"I'm sorry poisoned, look I now I don't really know you but I really like what I know , I don't understand why anyone would poison anyone else but why would someone what to poison you" the words came out very quickly "I mean if I was lucky enough to be with you , not that I think it will happen but not that I think it won't, but I'd want to protect you ...be there for you why ...why would anyone want to lose you" he was rambling he knew it but had been unable to stop himself.

Ryan looked down concern on his face had he overstepped the mark he was unused to this at the best of times but this wasn't some eighteen year old who wanted to know if he was a seddie or a creddie just so she could say she really didn't care....this was a stunning twice married adult woman and he felt like a kid.

"I'd never hurt you" the words sincere and spoken form his heart as his face rose from inspecting his feet to her incredible face, in what he saw in her eyes made Ryan feel like a man.
 
Helena tried to shrug off the painful memory of the discovery of her first husband's poisonous cocktail, "I was in the hospital when I found out...it was an unintentional overdose...He'd slipped sleeping medication into my dinner because he wanted to go out all night and not have me get upset about it." she explained quickly..."When I found out and got upset that he had done something like that he didn't even act sorry. He told me to get over it and move on. Then, we ended up in a fight where he beat me pretty badly because he was tired of me complaining about how he'd almost killed me...That kept me home for a few days...He went out every single one of those nights." She said numbly.

What Ryan had said had touched her deeply, she looked up into his eyes and he could see the tears in her's. "You have so much more understanding of what a woman really needs than any man twice your age." she said sincerely. Helena moved to join Ryan on his side of the kitchen island, put down his plate and took his face into her hands, kissing him with deep passion.
 
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"You never hit girls"

"But Dad she hit me first"

"It doesn't matter you don't hit females ever"

"What if she hits me again is that fair"

"No its not fair and its not right but you walk away, you don't hit a girl"

"Thats not fair it sucks being a boy"

"No, Ryan it doesn't because one day you'll find a woman and she'll love you and never have to fear you, thats when you'll be a man my son and its a wonderful thing" his father voice calmer now , the earlier anger never left Ryan's memory , he despised men who hit women.

Then the kiss passionate and deep , their tongues explored each others mouths as Ryan bravely moved his hands to her prefect butt and pushed her closer to him , forgetting everything else, forgetting the loose jeans and why he wore them forgetting the growing penis that slid once again past his boxers as it headed to his knees, forgetting her body so tight to his that she absolutely had to be feeling his growing member.

This was paradise and for the first time he wondered not when she would run but whether she was the one, the one who would never leave...he really hoped she was.

Thier lips broke but their bodies still held tight, "That was...that was" words failed him because the words were impossible to say even thou he felt with her , he could say anything, she was overpowering, being so close everything about her was wonderous and then without thinking the words came "I want to make love to you"
 
Helena's lower lip trembled slightly. He voiced what she wanted too and having felt his hardness pressing against her through their clothes was doubling the urgency for them both. She searched his face for any trace of uncertainty but he looked very, very serious. "Where?" she asked in a husky whisper, looking toward the stairs. "Your room?" she asked.

He hadn't said he wanted to fuck her. Not even that he wanted to have sex with her. No. He'd used the term ''make love'' and to her that meant something. She was excited to see that to him, at this point in his young life, it seemed to mean something special too. Even longer since she'd had any sex at all it had been forever since Helena had felt any tenderness or true care in the actions in her past lovers. No one had ''made love'' to her in years. She was well and truly hungry for it now.
 
The journey to his room seemed to take forever yet Ryan kne they both walked as quickly as they could up the stairs first room on the right.

His bed was a double unlike the king size in his parents room which might have worked better but would have been 'weird' , a desk in the corner was home to his laptop and all his school projects, the wall had posters of several bands as well as sports teams and a number of female sports or movie celebrities many of them in revealing poses, except for the room beong fairly tidy it was the bedroom of a typical 18 year old male.

He closed his bedroom door without thinking a shy smile on his face , he took off his glasses and was happy to note that Helena being so close was still clear.

He had no idea what to do next.

So did the only thing he could think of he took of his tshirt to reveal a body that could have stood a tan but was yet toned with a hint of a six pack, he wasn't allowed to run or do sports at school but he did work out at the school gym. Next and without looking at Helena he undid his jeans belt and let the demin fall before he realised he may have jumped a few steps, his eyes looked to Helena for guidance as his large penis reached its full lenght almost to his knees.

"Sorry I've never made love am I doing this right?" he'd fuck thanks to the photographer but she had simply told him to lie down while she had on him bouncing up and down and screaming
 
Helena looked around the room blushing deeply. "Oh...uh, OHGod this is really a kid's room, isn't it?" she asked no one in particular, suddenly feeling like a dirty, lecherous, bitch.

Helena took a step backwards, nearly tripping over his desk and almost knocking the computer off of it. Turning quickly to right the computer again, she bent forward over the desk, trying to control her hyperventilating. "I...I can't...can't breathe!" she said between panicked inhalations. "I can't do this!...just a kid!" she said more to herself than any audience.
 
Ryan had been in his own little world and as he looked to Helena she seemed upset, really upset.

Not knowing why he was doing what he was about to do , Ryan took off his boxers revealing his massive penis in all its glory and walked resolutely to his date "I'm not a kid " the words firm.

"Look at me Helena" he said almost as an order" Okay I'm eighteen but I'm a man, I've had to become one , if it will make it easier we can go to my parents room" he took one of her hands and gently placed it on his member

"I'm not a kid and I want to make love to you " now where had such resolution come from ?
 
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