Both

"Both."

"Because it's a beautiful expression of pure love." I made a small circle with my hand, raising it up and down several times in a "jerk-off" motion.

"Okay," She snickered, "And the real reason?"

"Two girl sandwich, with a guy in the middle."

"Oh jeez." She groaned. "It that all? That and fart jokes seem to be the bulk of male thought."

"Heard a few in your time?" I asked, bemused.

"Yeah, whenever my dad took me camping with his friends, nothing but fart jokes, all damn day."

"Well, I think they told those because you were there." I suggested.

"Me?" She asked incredulously.

"Yeah, if you weren't along, they'd probably be bragging about the notches in their belts."

"AAARGH! Same fucking topic." She tossed her hands in the air. "All right buster, how many notches on your belt, since we're discussing it? In for a Penny, in for a pound."

I did a quick mental calculation. "Five."

"That's it?" She raised an eyebrow. "Not exactly Mr. Stud, are you?"

"I was selective." I shrugged. "Half the time the gals in my hometown were more interested in what was in my wallet than what was in my pants."

"Ewww. I mean, I like women, but... Ewww..." Helen shuddered.

There was a moment of silence, as we looked at each other. A small smile came over Helen's face.

"So?" She asked.

"So, what?"

"Aren't you going to ask how many notches on my belt?" She smirked, resting her head on her hand.

"Ok, how many?" I queried.

"Four." She smiled.

"Cool." I nodded.

"Well, aren't you going to press for details?" She asked, looking at me intently.

"Not if you don't want to."

"See, that's what I hate. Here I am, counting on you being an asshole, and you just keep being considerate. Stop it, and press for fucking details!" She shook her head, a broad smile that seemed almost predatory on her face.

"Well, if you insist..." I smiled back, "Who were they?"

"Two girls in high school, one in college who dated me twice and then tried to get me to fuck her boyfriend, who I might add she hadn't told me about, and Charlotte."

"No guys?" I asked.

"Kissed a couple," she answered.

"I mean were you intimate with guys?"

"Oh, you mean did I fuck any?" She chuckled. "No interest."

I shifted, a bit uncomfortable. All this sex talk had started a slight tent in my pants.

"You ok?" She asked.

"Fine, just adjusting." I evaded her question.

"So that's what guys talk about alone. Meh, kinda dull."

"Usually. That's why I prefer talking to Kaila." I thought about Kaila, and what she must be doing at that moment.

"So what do you two talk about?" She asked.

"Hobbies, our lives, people."

"You talk about me and Charlotte?"

"Fifth amendment." I replied.

"Oh no, now I'm curious." Her eyes lit up as she looked at me. "What do you say about us?"

"I uh..." I wasn't sure how to continue. "It'll probably freak you out."

"I'm a big girl. I want to know." She spun, sitting Indian-style on the couch as she looked at me.

"Look, Kaila knows that I'd like to..." I hesitated, and then let loose my feelings. "She knows I have fantasies about you two."

"Sex fantasies?" Helen grinned. "Anything good?"

"C'mon, Helen, I think I've embarrassed myself enough. This is making me a little uncomfortable." I was getting a little tense actually, and her presence was not ignored by my cock.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to make it HARD on you." She pulled out the ancient joke smoothly.

"Let's change the subject, ok? So, you see your dad much?"

She blinked for a second, and then shuddered.

"Oh GODS." She groaned.

"What?" I asked, concerned,

"We're talking about sex, and hard-ons, and then you ask me about my dad. The next image that pops into my head..." She closed her eyes and shook her head rapidly. "That's just wrong."

"Sorry. How bout horses, you like horseback riding?"

"You!" She spat. "You really can be an asshole."

"And you're a bitch." I tossed back.

"You know it." She finished with a smile.