Rub her off (The End) (Mediocre ending)

"I'm still not going to fuck you." Helen said evenly, as I closed the door.

I walked next to the bed, standing on the opposite side from her. I admit that at that moment, every nerve in my body was primed for mating. I was hard, my hands slightly shaking. The nearness of Helen's sexy body was a dire temptation, and it was all I could do not to jump on her.

"Look, I guess you could rub me off or something," Helen shrugged, "But that's it."

I smiled at the thought and flashed her a grin and a thumbs up.

"Sound great. Just close your eyes and let me do all the work."

"Oh, and don't talk. Seriously. The entire time you're doing this, I'm going to be thinking about Xena."

"Oh, I could talk Xena with you if you wanted...."

"Hush, you're already ruining it." Helen remarked, pushing her shorts down, and following it by a quick motion of white cotton. Her lower body came into view, and I admired her in the light. She was toned, but had kept her shirt on, carefully covering her upper body from my gaze. "Just... get it over with."

I settled onto the bed, reclining on one arm as I allowed my fingers to touch at Helen's knee. I wanted to make this good for her, but she was having none of it, merely grabbing my hand and pressing it directly against the flesh of her still quite dry pussy.

"Just... rub..." She sighed out with a frustrated exhalation, as she dropped her own hand next to mind. "I'll take care of the hard part here. I want this over."

"Oh, you don't like the idea that maybe my wife is..."

"Seriously... quiet." Helen's fingers came up to my mouth, and for a second I could smell the scent of her pussy on them before she returned to rubbing herself.

We continued like that for a moment, her breathing coming faster, and I began to notice the feel of moisture on my fingers, mostly from her hand delving into herself and then rubbing around.

"Faster..." She whispered, before I noticed her own fingers delving into herself. Helen eyes were squeezed tightly as my hand roamed over her folds, and she seemed to be trying to use every trick that she knew to make herself reach a quick peak. Her fingers below mine practically rammed into herself over and over, and her free hand clenched at her chest. I was enjoying the sound as she slowly began to moan.

It was obvious that Helen was hamming it up. She was doing almost all of the work, her her hands all over herself, and merely seemed to be using my fingers as a tool to maintain stimulation on her most sensitive spot.

"Oh... Oh... Oh... Charlotte..." Helen's voice moaned loudly, causing me to try to enjoy it. Despite the fact that I had a gorgeous woman reaching orgasm right next to me, I actually had lost my hard on. It was quite clear that Helen was coming in spite of me, and the thought really didn't help much. After only a second more of twitching, Helen slapped my hand with the back of hers, indicating that we were done.

"There..." She breathed out, a soft flush on her features. Her legs came together, and she swung them over the side of the bed, reaching down to grasp at her shorts and panties. I had a gorgeous view of her ass as she did so, but it didn't do much for me, as it felt more like she was mooning me than actually trying to stimulate me. "Thanks for shutting up, that made that quick."

"Well, I didn't have to..."

"What part of I'm gay don't you get, Brent?" Helen groaned, pulling her clothes up her legs and concealing herself from my view once more. "Look, tell her you made me come like crazy if it makes your ego feel better to have brought off a dyke."

I didn't want a fight, but it seemed like Helen was now spoiling for one as she looked at me, fastening her shorts. There were no further words as she walked out of the room to a smattering of applause that was quickly silenced. It seemed that the atmosphere had changed, and when I reached the door to the main room, was shocked to see my wife sitting far away from Charlotte.

"So uhm... Brent, Truth or..." Began Charlotte.

"You know... I'm not really enjoying this game. I'm kinda tired." I remarked. In fact, I just didn't want to look at Helen. She was giving me a look that was in no way sexy and frankly had put me nearly completely out of the mood.

That Night Kaila and I didn't end up making love. She was still a little grossed out by the earlier events and how I had almost betrayed our marriage, to quote her later. It's one of those stories that Kaila never lets go. I of course don't complain, because I was the idiot who decided to play truth or dare in the first place. There is a reason that game is only played by high school kids after all, and it usually ends up with somebody getting in trouble.

The rest of the vacation was pretty sedate. Helen and Charlotte mostly kept to themselves, going on numerous hikes out and about, like they'd planned to. Kaila and I took the time to try to work on our marriage, but most of the time, just spent it staring at our phones. Didn't have a connection, but most of my phone games could be played offline, so I at least was entertained. We watched a few dvds, talked things out, and at the end of it, I think we came to at least a few new understandings in the marriage.

I think mostly we ended up talking things out because of wanting to stay away from Helen. She really didn't like being around me the entire rest of the trip, insisting on staying in Charlotte's presence. I think I did more woodcutting that vacation than I have in years, and despite Kaila's bitching, it seemed that she actually likes roughing it once in a while.

When we dropped off the girls at their apartment, we didn't even get their phone numbers. You can find out a lot about people by staying with them for a week, and those two were trouble that Kaila and I both felt was far above what we wanted to deal with. They'd been thankful though, and I was shocked when we got a money order in the mail for half of the cost of the cabin. It was signed by both Helen and Charlotte, and it was really nice of them to do it, as we had to immediately deal with a problem with my sister Imogene.

Apparently, I have to ride to the rescue again.

THE END

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