Silentii Praemium  

	A constant heavy rain continued to fall outside the
Burger Barn on Route 14, turning what would normally be a
busy Friday night into one almost totally devoid of customers.  In
fact, the dining room had been empty for the last hour since the
dinner shift ended, leaving the four workers behind the counter
little to do but watch the clock and wait for their day to end.

	Adam Wright rested his arms on the far left side of the
counter, watching the little show going on at the other end.
Leaning against the far wall, Brenda Stratton was once again
holding court.  Five foot nine, with long blonde hair, the
seventeen-year-old had a thirty-eight inch bust that would've
been impressive even if she hadn't left enough buttons open on
her uniform blouse to give even the most casual observer a
good look at her assets.  Most of the time, all Adam saw of her
was the view from the rear since, being eighteen already, he
usually worked the grill.  Still, he had to admit, that view wasn't
bad either.  The girl also had a first class ass.

	At the moment, Brenda had the full and undivided
attention of her two remaining co-workers, Harry Feldman and
Teddy Ramirez.  She was trying to decide which of them was
going to have the honor of going out of their way and drive her
home.  Rumor was that the high school junior was dating some
college guy, but that didn't stop Harry or Teddy from thinking
that they might have a shot at her if only they could get her
alone long enough.

	Normally, when it was this slow, the night manager
would send at least one worker home early, if only not to have
to pay them to just stand around.  That hadn't been done
because the regular night manager had called in sick at the last
minute and the store manager had to stay when she couldn't get
a replacement.  To add to the night's problems, Mr. Jamison,
who owned this and three other Burger Barns in the area, had
shown up unexpectedly on one of his frequent inspections trips.
After spending ten minutes or so checking the kitchen and
dining area, he had disappeared down the basement with the
manager to check the inventory.

	With few exceptions, most of the kids who made up the
Burger Barn work force hated Helena Lockwood, the store
manager.  In fact, their favorite nickname for her was "Triple W",
shorthand for Wicked Witch of the West.  Adam, along with two
of the other workers who were already in college, was one of
the exceptions to that view.

	With high school already a month and a half behind him
and college the same distance ahead, the blond haired teen
understood that as uninspiring as working at Burger Barn was, it
was still a real job.  As such, it was going to be run as a
business and that was how Helena ran it.  As long as they kept
giving him a check that he could exchange for those little pieces
of colored paper with dead presidents on them, she was more
than justified in asking him to take care of anything that was job
related.  Be it simply showing up on time when he was
supposed to, or taking out the trash at the end of the night.  As
simple a concept as that might have been, many of his co-
workers seemed to have a hard time grasping it.

	Shifting position, Adam felt his foot bump against
something and when he looked under the counter, he saw three
trays of hamburger buns stacked one atop the other.  They were
part of the delivery from earlier in the day, the one that Harry
was supposed to have carried downstairs to the storage room.

	"Hey Harry,"  he called out to the dark haired teen,
having to repeat himself a second time to get his attention.

	When Harry finally turned around, Adam pointed out the
trays he had forgotten.  The shorter teen shrugged his
shoulders as if to say "so what", adding to his gesture the fact
that one way or the other, he was out of here in twenty minutes.
Then, secure in the belief that he would be leaving with Brenda,
he returned his attention to her.

	Adam let out a quiet sigh, wondering why he even
bothered.  Harry had already forgotten, or didn't even care, that
old man Jamison was downstairs taking inventory.  When the
billing manifest said twenty trays of buns and there were only
seventeen on the shelves, didn't he realize the owner was going
to be wondering what had happened to the other three.  And if
he took it out on Helena, who did Harry think she was going to
take it out on?

	Without giving it another thought, Adam picked up the
trays and backed into the swinging doors that led back into the
kitchen.  The door to the basement was still open so he had no
problem getting to the stairs.  Reaching the bottom, he didn't
see Helena or Mr. Jamison, but since there were three rows of
storage shelves, he simple assumed they were on the other
side of one and out of his line of sight.  Putting the trays where
they were supposed to be next to the stairs, Adam turned to go
back up, then paused.

	It was possible, he considered, that they had already
noticed the discrepancy since the last time he had helped with
inventory, they had started with the supplies by the staircase.
Perhaps it might be a good idea, he told himself, to check with
them before he went back up.  He wouldn't mention the bun
trays unless they asked, he decided, just inquire if he could be
of any help.  There was no sense in getting Harry in any trouble
if it could be avoided.  Not that Harry would appreciate it, Adam
knew.

	Turning around the first corner, he still didn't see them
in the empty row, but Adam half expected that.  Helena had a
desk at the back of the last row where she could take care of
paperwork in relative quiet.  No doubt, that was where they
were.

	As he stepped around the second corner, Adam was hit
with a shock that had the same force as if someone had just
swung at him with a baseball bat.  It was only at the last
moment that he managed to catch the "oh shit!" that began to
spill from his lips.

	Helena and Mr. Jamison were at her desk all right, but it
was hardly mundane paperwork that occupied their attention.
Helena was leaning over the small desk, her dress bunched up
around her waist.  Even in the dim light of the overhead
fluorescent, Adam could see that her panties were down around
her ankles.  Mr. Jamison, who was a half foot taller then
Helena's five foot two, also had his pants down around his feet
and was bunched over the smaller woman.  The teenager didn't
have to actually see it to know he had his cock buried inside the
store manager.  His hands were tightly closed around her small,
rounded breasts.

	"Oh yeah, baby,"  Helena said in a voice low enough
that it barely carried far enough for Adam to hear,  "give me that
big, hard cock!"

	Adam felt he'd been standing there for minutes, but it
was in reality only seconds.  He thought his heart had stopped
when Helena turned her head to the left and looked right at him.
Or so it seemed.  But then she went right on with what she was
doing.

	Not wanting to risk a second more telling glance, Adam
quickly beat a hasty, silent retreat.

	It was only when he again stepped back out to the front
counter that Adam finally realized he'd only been gone a few
minutes at most.  Brenda and the guys hadn't even noticed he'd
even been gone.  Looking out at the still empty dining room,
Adam waited with no small trepidation for Helena and Mr.
Jamison to come back up.

	Which they did, less than five minutes later.  Walking
right past him with barely a nod, Helena saw the store owner to
the front door.  It was only when she turned around again that
Adam realized, with no small measure of relief, something that
he understandably hadn't noticed before.  Down in the
basement, Helena hadn't been wearing her glasses.  Even if
she had looked his way, all he might have been was a big blur.

	A short time later, Helen, much to Harry's distress, let
Brenda and Teddy take off since they had the most hours
already this week.  She pointed out, as Harry himself had
indicated, his own shift was nearly over anyway.  Once Harry
did indeed leave, only Adam and Helena were left to attend to
the few customers who braved the rainstorm.  In the two hours
that remained before closing, not a word passed between them
that wasn't work related.

				-=-=-=-

	It took most of the next week for Adam to stop waiting
for the other shoe to drop.  During that time, he also found
himself looking at Helena Lockwood in a different light.  For a
woman he guessed was only a few years younger than his
mother, Helena was still attractive.  In an older woman kind of
way, he quickly clarified to himself.  Short black hair framed a
round, pretty face, which in turn rested on a body that, while not
the sort most guys his age were attracted to, was the kind his
mother and her friends would've been happy to have
maintained.  If Adam could've looked into one of those
basement filing cabinets and seen Helena's file, he might've
been even more impressed.  Rather than being younger than
his mom, Helena was, at forty, actually a year older.

	He'd heard people say that Helena had been married
for a while, but was now divorced.  Mr. Jamison, he knew, was
married because his wife, who was something of a shrew, was
also in the habit of making surprise inspections.  More than a
few times she'd said out loud that she assumed that all of them
were somehow stealing from the store, but she just hadn't been
able to prove it yet.  If he were unfortunate enough to be
married to a woman like her, Adam imagined that he also be
looking for someone else to fuck too.

	Adam's own experience with fucking was somewhat
limited, confined to two former girlfriends and one semi-
professional who had entertained at his older brother's bachelor
party.   Still, it was enough for him to wonder, at least for a
while, what it might be like to do it with Helen.  It was a question
he didn't share with anyone else, least he have to explain why
he was suddenly wondering about it, and one soon filed away
with similar thoughts he'd had at one time or another about
teachers and even some of his mother's friends.

	In another week's time, the whole incident had been, if
not forgotten, then at least filed away in his memories.

				-=-=-=-

	The clock on the wall ready quarter to five and Adam
was already thinking that he had only a little over two hours to
go until the end of his shift.  He was off the weekend, having
already done enough hours for the week by filling in for Teddy
who had gone away with his family on vacation.  He really didn't
have any plans for his days off, but anything was better than
spending them here.

	"Listen up people," Helena said, stepping out from
behind the partition to the kitchen.  "I need a favor from one of
you."

	At the mention of the word "favor", all eyes looked in
other directions.  The last time any of them had done Helena a
favor, it had involved working a double shift on a holiday.

	"Oh come on, its not that bad,"  the dark haired woman
grinned.  "In fact, I'm even willing to make it worth your while."

	Unconvinced, most of them still tried to make
themselves look uninterested.

	"I had a little car trouble this morning,"  Helena went on
as if she had a receptive audience,  "and I need to take a box of
reports home to review over the weekend.  Needless to say, I
don't plan to wrestle with them all the way home on the bus.  So
I need one of you to give me a lift home."

	Even with the favor defined, no one stepped forward to
take her up on it.

	"Did I mention that I don't expect whoever gives me a lift
to come back and finish their shift,"  Helena added.  "In fact, I'll
even sign off on their time card so that you get paid for the full
time."

	That, most of them quickly decided, was a different
story.

	"I'll drive you,"  Brenda offered before any of the boys
could say anything.  She had finally gotten off her father's
suspension of her driving privileges.

	"No, I don't think so,"  Helena replied just as quickly.
"Even if I didn't know how many tickets you've racked up
already this year, I've seen you drive and wouldn't dream of
getting in a car with you behind the wheel."

	"Harsh,"  someone was heard to say in a low voice, but
no one disputed the accuracy of Helena's statement.  Few
others would volunteer to ride with Brenda either.

	"Then I guess that leaves me, "  Harry jumped in,
thinking he could drop her off and still be home before dinner
was on the table.

	"With that bomb you drive?"  Helena said.  "The only
thing worse than riding in that thing would be for Brenda to drive
it."

	With only left Adam and one of the older workers who
seemed the most logical choice to give the manager a lift since
he had done so a few times before.  But to Adam's surprise,
Helena turned to him.

	"How about you, Adam,"  she asked,  "you live in
Douglaston, don't you?  I'm in Bridgetown, it's right on the way."

	"Yeah, I guess it is,"  he admitted, realizing that he'd just
been volunteered.

	"Fine, then it's settled then,"  Helena smiled.  "The box
of files is on the counter in the kitchen, please be a dear and
take them out to your car,  I'll be right out in a minute."

				-=-=-=-

	Adam had just pulled his car out in front of the main
door when Helena stepped through it.  Settling into the
passenger seat, she gave him her home address and some
directions on the best way to get there as she adjusted her seat
belt.  It turned out to be only a few blocks from where his Aunt
Linda used to live before she got remarried, so Adam knew
exactly where they were going.  If he was lucky, it would only
take ten or fifteen minutes to drop her off and he was home
free.

	An estimate that was totally blown away by a sixteen
wheeler that had jackknifed across Route 14, spilling its cargo
all over the highway.  It took almost an hour to work their way
around it.

	"I now feel bad about using up the free time that you
were supposed to get out if this,"  Helena said to Adam as they
turned off the highway and headed down the avenue that led to
her apartment complex.

	"Not your fault,"  Adam grinned,  "and I'm still on the
clock so at least I'm getting paid for this."

	"That's what I like about you, Adam,"  Helen replied as
they rolled into the small parking area behind the building.  "You
take a sensible approach to life.  I'm sure either Harry or Brenda
would be fuming already about how unfair it all was that they
didn't get off early after all."

	Not knowing what to say, Adam just went to the back
seat and lifted up the box of reports. Heavy as it was, he could
see why Helena didn't want to be taking the bus home with it.

	"Oh, you don't have to carry them up for me,"  Helena
said when he lifted them out of the car.  "I've taken up too much
of your time already."

	"Still on the clock,"  Adam assured her as he closed the
back door with his foot.

	"Okay then,"  Helena agreed as she led him to the
outside staircase that led up to her third floor apartment.  "I'm
afraid the building doesn't have an elevator so we'll have to walk
up."

	The box felt a lot heavier by the time Helena opened the
door to her apartment and then stepped aside for him to go in
first.  Coming in behind him, she said to put it anywhere.

	The apartment was a one room studio, with a
kitchenette off to the left.  Adam headed for it and put the box
down in the center of the counter.  While Helena took a moment
to sort through the mail that she had picked up at the mailbox by
the foot of the stairs, Adam checked out the rest of her home.  It
was simply decorated, with a large, oversized sofa in the center
of it that he guessed opened into a bed as well.  In front of it
stood a television and DVD player on a stand with a coffee table
between the two.  Back against the far wall stood a combination
dresser/closet that stretched half the length of the wall.

	"It's not much, but its home,"  Helena said as she
dropped the mail on the coffee table and followed Adam over to
the kitchenette.

	"I actually like it,"  Adam offered.  "It's a lot nice than my
parent's basement where I'm living now."

	"But you're going away to school in the Fall, aren't you?"
Helen asked.

	"Yeah, that's one of the reasons I moved down into the
basement,"  Adam confirmed,  "so that my little brother could
have the upstairs bedroom all to himself."

	"That was very nice of you,"  Helena smiled as she
opened the refrigerator.  "I could use a beer,"  she added,
changing the subject.  "Would you like one, or would you rather
a soda?"

	"A beer would be great,"  he answered, remembering
that age limits to the contrary, his Dad saw no reason why he
couldn't have a beer now and then as long as he was
responsible about it.

	"Here you go,"  Helena said as she popped both bottles
open and handed him one.  "Why don't you have a seat on the
couch and enjoy it."

	Helena paused a moment as Adam did so.

"I'm really going to hate losing you when you leave for school,"
Helena said as she sat down on the other end of the sofa.
"You're one of the few workers I have that take the job
seriously."

	"The others aren't so bad,"  Adam offered, even if he
really didn't believe it.

	"Well maybe if they didn't spend half their time trying to
get into Brenda's pants, I'd have more of an appreciation of their
work ethic,"  Helena said unexpectedly.

	Adam had been in the middle of taking a drink and had
to keep from spitting it out.  It wasn't that he disagreed with the
assessment, he was just shocked to hear it actually said,
especially from Helena.

	"Oh come on,"  Helena laughed softly,  "I'd have to be
blind not to notice."

	"I guess so,"  Adam agreed with a small smile.

	"Hey, truth be told, I have also noticed that some
customers, at least the older male ones, seem to make it a point
to stop by when Brenda's working the counter,"  She added as
she took another taste of her own drink.  "Now I can't say that as
a boss that I totally approve of the way Brenda puts it on
display, but then again, if it helps keep a steady customer
stream, who am I to say anything about it if no one complains."

	Somehow, Adam couldn't image any of the customers
registering a complaint about the way Brenda wore her uniform.
Or the way she didn't wear it.

	"I've also noticed that you don't seem to pay her the
same amount of attention as might be the case with a young
man your age,"  she went on,  "which lead me to think that you
already have a girlfriend taking care of you ..."

	"No girlfriend,"  Adam interjected,  "at least not
anymore."

	"Boyfriend?"

	"No!"  he replied even more quickly.

	"Not that there would've been anything wrong with that,"
Helen grinned, her smile showing she didn't mean any offense.
"It was just a possibility to consider, that's all.  Actually, speaking
for my gender at least, I think it would've been a real waste of a
guy as cute as you.  But if it had been the case, I do have a
nephew that, well never mind."

	Adam said with a look that was an area he didn't want
to go.

	Taking the hint, Helena backtracked the conversation.

	"Why then not take a shot at Brenda?"  she asked.  "In
my opinion, of all of you at the Barn, you'd have the best chance
of scoring with her.

	In a very short time, their conversation had gone in a
direction that Adam found almost surreal.  Still, it wasn't as if he
was rushing for the door to leave and put an end to it.

	"It just seemed to me that she wasn't worth the effort,"
Adam heard himself answering with an honestly that surprised
him.

	"Well, if there is one thing that girl definitely is, it's high
maintenance,"  Helena noted.  "Probably take a lot more than
what Burger Barn pays to treat her in the manner in which she
seems to thing she's entitled."

	"This is getting stranger and stranger,"  Adam thought
as he finished the last of his beer.

	"Would you like another?"  Helena asked when he put
down the empty bottle.

	"That probably wouldn't be a good idea,"  Adam replied,
"seeing that I still have to drive home."

	"A good level headed decision,"  Helena smiled as she
finished off her own drink.  "That's another thing I like about you,
Adam, you're a lot more mature than most boys your age."

	"Well I try..."  he started to say but was cut off.

	"... and one of the main aspects of maturity, at least I've
always thought so,  is the ability to be discreet.  Wouldn't you
agree?"

	"I guess so."

	"And if nothing else these past two weeks,"  she went
on,  "you've proven to me that you know how to be discreet."

	"I'm not sure I know what you mean."

	"I'm sure you do,"  Helena countered.  "If you weren't
capable of prudence, then I'm sure just about everyone at work
would've heard about me and Mr. Jamison by now.

	"Oh shit!"  Adam said.

	"Not that I'm not very grateful, but I am curious as to the
why."

	"I guess I didn't think it was anyone else's business,"
Adam said without thinking.

	"That's a pretty rare opinion, I have to say,"  Helena
replied.  "I think most people wouldn't be able to wait to tell other
people if they saw anything like that, especially if it involved the
Wicked Witch of the West.  I have to confess, I half expected
you to have spilled the beans before we'd even come back up
the stairs.  Thankfully, only I saw you standing there, and not
Brian."

	Brian was obviously Mr. Jamison's first name, which
Adam had never heard before.  Now that he thought about it,
the restaurant owner did have the most to lose, seeing that he
was married and all.

	"I guess my own curiosity also makes me want to ask,
what did you think of what you saw?"  Helen continued.

	"Well I'm sure that you and Mr. Jamison have a good
reason for what you were doing and it's not my place to..."

	"No, that's not what I meant, although to answer the
question you're not really asking, we really don't have a good
reason other than the fact that he has a wife that hadn't wanted
sex in over ten years and my own sex life leaves something to
be desired these days."

	"Oh." was all that Adam could manage, still trying to
take a lot in.

	"Truth be told, he'd actually a pretty boring fuck,"
Helena chuckled,  "in, out and done in less then ten minutes
most of the time.  Still, I guess it's been better then getting
myself with my hands every night, at least I keep telling myself
that."

	She paused, taking a long deep breath.

	"What I was asking was, what did you think of me when
you saw us together?  she asked, adding that even in the
basement light she was sure he got a good look at her.

	"I don't understand."

	"Okay, Mrs. Robinson I'm not, so I can't think of any way
to ask this other than to come right out and ask it,"  Helena said,
standing up and taking a few steps back from the couch.  "Am I
the kind of woman that you'd want to fuck?"

	"What?"  a stunned Adam said.

	"Before you say anything else, let me get this all out,"
Helena said.  "I've long wondered what it might be like to go to
bed with a younger man, no not just a young man, a teenager
really, like the ones that work for me.  I married my first love
right out of high school, and that lasted until a few years ago
with no one else in-between.  Up until two weeks ago, the idea
was nothing more than an idle fantasy to pleasure myself by
while I laid in bed.  I was convinced that the chance of
something like that getting out was just  too much of a risk.  I
couldn't imagine someone your age keeping anything like that a
secret."

	"I don't know what to say."

	"Well, I think it's really very simple,"  Helena responded,
'yes or no.'  If the answer is no, well then we'll just agree that all
that happened tonight was that you dropped me off and went on
your way.  But if you decide that the answer is yes, I can
promise you that you won't be disappointed.  I might not have a
body like Brenda, but I don't have a young girl's inhibitions
either."

	Adam sat there for a few long moments, trying to sort
out a lot of things in a very short time.  Finally he looked up at
Helena and said, "There was never anything wrong with your
car, was there?"

	"No, there wasn't,"  she admitted.

	A few more moments passed in silence as he again
considered everything she had said, admitting at the same time
that the curiosity he'd put behind him really hadn't gone
anywhere.  If there was a downside to this, he finally said to
himself , he couldn't see what it was.

	"I guess I'd better call home and say that I won't be
home for dinner after all,"  he said with a broad smile.

				-=-=-=-

	The only phone in the apartment was mounted on the
wall in the kitchenette, and as Adam spoke into it, he felt Helena
come up behind him.  At first, he didn't think anything of it,
assuming that she was just tossing the empty beer bottles into
the recycling bin.  It was only when he felt the press of her
breasts against his back that he realized that she had
something more in mind.

	Slipping her arms around his waist, Helena ran her left
hand down his leg, rubbing it against the prominence she found
there.  Her other hand moved upward, rubbing his chest through
his shirt, tweaking his nipples until they too began to harden.  It
was all Adam could do to maintain his concentration and
continue his conversation with his mother.

	"Hmmm, very nice,"  Helena whispered into his ear as
her tongue licked its outer edge, taking great enjoyment at how
hard the young man in her arms was trying not to react as he
hurried to finish his phone conversation as quickly as he could.

	Continuing to grope him, Helena worked open the top of
his pants, slipping her hand down beneath the waistband of his
shorts.  Using her fingers to stroke his highly excited flesh, it
didn't take her long to bring him to the edge of arousal.  Adam
barely had time to stammer a quick good-bye to his mother
before he expectedly lost control.

	"Oh shit!"  he gasped loudly, still holding the now silent
receiver in his hand as he felt himself explode in her hand, his
eruption filling the confines of his underwear.

	Still holding herself tight against him, Helena squeezed
his cock, pumping the last of his climax into her hand.  Then,
she pulled it up and out of his pants, raising it high enough so
that she could run her tongue across her white coated palm.

	"Oh yes, very nice indeed,"  she echoed as she swirled
her tongue back into her mouth.

	Letting go of him, Helena ripped off a large piece of
paper towel from the countertop stand and, after running it
under the faucet for a few seconds, washed herself clean.

	"That was just an appetizer, lover,"  Helena said as she
pulled him to her and kissed him, her tongue slipping just far
enough into his mouth for him to give him a taste of what he'd
given her.  "Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the
couch while I change into something a little more appropriate."

	With that she slipped into the small bathroom, leaving
behind a slightly stunned Adam.

				-=-=-=-


	Unsure exactly what comfortable entailed, Adam
decided to rid himself of his sneakers and socks, as well as his
Burger Barn shirt and pants.  He didn't have time to wonder if he
should get out of his now stained briefs because Helena
reappeared from the bathroom before he could make that
decision.

	She had changed into a thin, almost translucent white
robe, the material of which did nothing to hide her naked body
beneath it.  Adam couldn't help but stare at the dark outlines of
her nipples pressed against the cloth, or at the thick bush of
dark hair between her legs that was highlighted by the lamp on
the end table.

	"Is this okay?"  Helena asked, her voice displaying an
almost innocent quality.

	"Definitely,"  Adam replied as she took a seat on the
other side of the couch.

	Helena leaned over and kissed Adam again.  This time,
her mouth sparkled of toothpaste and mouthwash.  As she
moved closer, her robe came undone just enough to give him a
more unrestrictive view of the rich delights beneath.  This time,
her kiss was slow and soft, her lips brushing against his as she
again let her tongue tease his.  The kiss she got back, she
thought, wasn't bad either.

	"That was nice, wasn't it?"  she asked as they parted.

	"Yes it was,"  Adam agreed.

	"Well then why don't you try it again?"  she replied.

	This time, he kissed her as she opened her mouth to
fully admit his tongue.  With a skill she found surprising, the
younger man explored the recesses of her mouth.  Another kiss
followed, then a third and fourth.  Each kiss more exciting than
the last.

	Somewhere in the middle of them, Helena again let her
robe fall open, this time inviting him to let his hand slip inside.
His touch against her breast was soft and warm, the tips of his
fingers applying just the right amount of pressure on her nipple
to produce a sensation of spreading warmth.  A touch that was
as stimulating to him as it was to her.

	It was at that moment, with her breast resting in the
palm of his hand, that Adam realized what was different about
being with Helena.  It wasn't just that she was so much older,
although he was finding that more of a turn-on that he
previously imagined.  No, it was what she had said earlier.

	Helen might not have been the tight package Brenda
was, or even the average ones the other girls he'd dated.  But
what was more important, neither did she have the adolescent
baggage that they carried along with them.  With girls his age,
even those few he'd gone all the way with, it had always been
like trying to walk a minefield blindfolded.  One misstep, and it
could all blow up in your face.

	It seemed like every girl came with a different,
unwritten, set of rules.  Susie might let you put your hand on her
breast easily enough, but freak out if you so much as slipped a
finger underneath her bra.  While Kathy would let you suck on
her nipples without a second thought, but then fly off the handle
if you put your hand between her legs, even when the both of
you where fully clothed.

	No, Helena wasn't going to be anything like that.  That
was the message she was sending when she jerked him off
while he was on the phone.  Her body was totally open to him,
just as his had been to her.  The only rule was, was that there
wasn't any rules.

	Slipping out of her robe and letting it drop around her
waist, Helen invited Adam to partake in an even closer
examination of her breasts.  An offer he was quick to take
advantage of as he pressed his head between her mounds and
quickly closed his mouth around her closest nipple.

	"Mmmm,"  Helena moaned softly as she felt the
wetness of his tongue against her sensitive flesh.

	A sentiment Adam heartily agreed with as he sucked on
the thick nipple, rubbing his fingers against the soft skin around
it.  He quickly moved to its twin, playing with it with equal
enthusiasm.  Helena responded to his efforts both verbally and
physically, running her fingers through the hair on the back of
his head.

	Freeing one hand, Adam dropped it down between
Helena's legs and ran the tips of his fingers across the thick
bush that covered her sex.  A bush that he was surprised to find
was already damp with excitement.  Something he'd not
experienced with other girls.

	He hesitated for a moment, but then felt Helena's hand
close on top of his.  She pressed his fingers inward, pushing two
of them past her outer fold and deep inside of her.  No further
urging was needed as he eagerly began to slide them in and out
of her, quickening his pace as they soon covered with her
wetness.

	"Oh yes, baby,"  Helena moaned in encouragement,
"right there, just like that."

	Locating her clit, Adam gently placed his thumb against
it and began to massage that as well, sending a second set of
delightful oscillations coursing through her body.  Not content to
just lay back and be a passive recipient, Helena was also busy
at the moment as her hand, having again slipped past the top of
his briefs, was again wrapped around his fully enlarged cock.
With a practiced skill that required little conscious thought, she
stroked his equally excited flesh, producing smaller versions of
those same pleasing waves across his body.

	"Oh yeah, baby,"  Helena panted, her words coming in
short gasps, "faster, do it faster!"

	More the manner of an order than a simple request,
Adam was nevertheless quick to obey.  Never had he been so
focused on making a woman come, and in only a short time, he
found his efforts realized as Helena's body gently quaked with a
small, but pleasing climax.

	"That,"  Helena said a long minute later as she leaned
over and kissed Adam on the cheek,  "was nice."

	Three simple words, but they were the most rewarding
that Adam had heard in a long time.

	"Don't worry, honey,"  the black haired woman smiled
as she slipped her hand once more from his pants.  "I'm not
going to leave you hard and dry, we're just getting started."

				-=-=-=-

	Adam stood up as Helena, her hand outstretched, ran
her fingers across the prominent bulge in his shorts.  A grin of
expectation filled her face as she slipped fingers into both sides
of his briefs and tugged them downward, exposing the hardness
beneath.

	"I do so love a hard cock,"  she laughed as the full
seven inches of Adam's manhood came to attention.

	Her left hand closed once more on his cock, fingers
again stroking the sensitive flesh.  At the same time, Helena
moved her head forward and, in a single fluid motion, closed her
lips around his thickness, taking him deep into her mouth.

	"Oh my God!"  Adam gasped as he felt the sweet
wetness of her mouth engulf him.

	With her fingers holding him firmly, Helena ran her
tongue up and down the length of his cock, pausing at the
crown to run the underside of her tongue over it, then rolling it
around so that she could take its entirety into her mouth once
more.  Her free hand cupped his balls, softly rubbing the equally
receptive skin, playing with them as she licked her way down
there.  Then she would reverse herself and start all over again.

	It didn't take Adam more than twenty seconds of
Helena's talented cocksucking to realize the difference between
having it done by a girl who was only being indulgent and a
woman who truly loved it.  Especially this woman.  The soaring
sensations she was producing around his cock could only be
described as pure joy wrapped in velvet.  It was a description
he'd once read somewhere but never fully understood.  Yet, at
this moment, it seemed perfectly appropriate.

	No less than four times, Helena brought him to the very
edge of orgasm, only to back down at the last possible second.
An act that was, for Adam at least, both excruciating and
exhilarating at the same time.  Then, just as he was bracing for
a fifth repetition, she unexpectedly released her hold on his
hardness and let it slip from her mouth.

	"Did you like the way my mouth felt on your cock?"  she
asked rhetorically as she planted one last kiss on the head of it.

	At least Adam assumed it had been a rhetorical
question.  After all, what guy in his right mind was ever going to
say no to a question like that.

	"Well as much as I love sucking cock,"  Helena giggled,
"there are some things that I love even more."

	Guiding Adam back onto the couch, she leaned forward
and kissed him deeply, her tongue surging inward.  Adam
responded, his hands coming up again to cup her small breasts
as she climbed even closer.  His mouth again quickly south out
her nipples, closing in turn around their hard thickness.  Skillfully
he swirled the tip of his tongue around the small stubs,
alternating between soft kisses and gentle bites.  Helena's
mounds were smaller than most of the girls he dated, but he
had quickly discovered they were no less enjoyable,

	"Oh yes, just like that,"  Helena purred, arching her back
to give him even easier access.

	Alternating between her petite globes, Adam continued
to cover them with kisses and long, sensual licks, leaving a wet
trail across each breast and the rich valley between them.
Helen's hands rested at the base of his neck, massaging that
and helping to guide his direction.

	Then, lifting her legs and climbing higher on the couch,
Helena rested one knee on the back of the sofa and stretched
out so that her now saturated sex rested only inches from the
eighteen-year-old's face.  It only took the slightest of moments
on his part to close that distance.

	With an enthusiasm as eager as Helena's had been,
Adam pressed deep into her core, sliding his tongue to and fro
across the breath of the pussy like a swordsman of old.  With
her hands resting on each side of her sex, parting the way, he
quickly located her clit and wrapped his tongue around it like a
priceless pearl.  In no time, he resurrected the feelings his
fingers had helped produce earlier.


	"Oh yea, Adam baby, lick that pussy, suck on my clit, I
love it,"  Helena urged him as she rocked back and forth,
drawing him deeper inside her.  "Get it good and wet for that
big, hard cock!"

	Adam might not have had a lot of experience at
pussylicking, but he did have an immense desire to please.
And crude as his technique might have been, he was getting the
immediate job done.  For a fleeting moment, Helena considered
that with some patient tutoring, the boy might have the potential
to become a first class cunnilingust.  But patience wasn't on her
agenda tonight and that thought was tossed aside.

	As she stood up on the couch, Helena turned so that
she was now directly above Adam, her back to him.  Carefully
she lowered herself, dropping down until her pussy rested
directly over his cock.  With Adam holding the base of it to keep
it straight, Helena dropped just a little lower and pressed the
head of his cock inside her, only going so far as to be sure he
was firmly ensnared.

	She paused a moment, looking deep into his wanting
eyes.  The desire between her legs flared in intensity as she
saw the hunger reflected there.

	Dropping an inch, she eased his cockhead further
inside her.  It slid in effortlessly, her excitement and Adam's
efforts having paved the way.  Then, in a quick, sudden motion,
she dropped all the way and took him totally within her.

	Adam cried out at the sudden envelopment of his
manhood, a smile of immense satisfaction on his face.  Bracing
her hands against the back if the couch, Helena began to rise
and drop with increasing frequency. Faster and faster she
pumped his cock, drawing it deeper inside her.

	Having replaced Helena's hands with his own, Adam
massaged the outer folds of her pussy even as he filled her with
his hardness.  In the recesses of his mind, Adam could almost
imagine that this was indeed his first time.  That those two high
school girls or the woman at the bachelor party hadn't ever
existed.  But even if they had, which of course they did, nothing
he'd felt with any of them came close to matching what he was
experiencing now.  If Helena's mouth around his cock had been
undefined joy, then the warmth of her sugar walls around him
left no words left to describe it.

	Yet, as Helena had thought before, Adam realized now.
This was a time for action, not for deep thought.  There would
be plenty of time to sort it all out later.  As hard as he could, as
fast as he could, the blond haired teen thrust his cock into
Helena, each stroke met by an every-increasing volume of
appreciative moans.  He was on fire, and so was she.

	Content to let Helena control the pace, Adam moved his
hands up to her breasts, taking a firm hold.  Playfully he ran his
fingers across her mounds, rubbing her nipples and squeezing
them between his fingers.  Kissing her neck, he drew her
attention just long enough for her to turn her head so he could
meet her lips as well.

	Fully comfortable with Adam inside of her, Helena
began to gyrate in a powerful back and forth motion, as well as
up and down.  There was no doubt in Adam that she was totally
in control.  Faster she moved, total rapture evident in her face.
It was all he could do to just try and keep up as he lifted his
body in response to her actions, pushing up into her as she
brought her body down onto his.

	Oh God Adam, fuck me,"  she cried out yet again.
"Give me that hard cock.  Fuck me harder!"

	Both of their bodies were a blur of motion, sweat
dripping down their backs as the most basic of animal urges
took control.  This wasn't lovemaking, and they both knew it.  It
was fucking pure and simple.

	One small fear remained that even Adam's heightened
state couldn't totally banish.  The fear that he would come too
soon, before Helena reached her own orgasm.  Already he
could feel a wall of pressure building inside of him, crying out for
release.  A rising dam that not even Helena was going to be
able to hold back this time.

	"Not yet,"  Helena cried back over her shoulder, reacting
to the tensing of his body against with such clarity that made he
think she could almost could read his mind.  "Just hang on a
little longer!"

	Somehow, in a way he'd never be able to understand,
Adam's desire to please her managed to overcome his own
need for release and he managed to do what she had asked.
With everything he had, he pushed onward, until be was
abruptly rewarded with what he instantly recognized as the first
time he had ever fucked a woman to orgasm.

	"Arrrggg!"  Adam cried out, matching the intensity of the
similar cry Helena had let loose only a heartbeat before.  His cry
an inexpressible surge of relief, accompanied by the most
intense climax he could ever remember.

	Even as he was still exploding outward, Helena
practically leapt off his cock and grabbed it in her hand.  In a
blurring motion, she pumped it with every bit of strength left in
her arm, adding to an already memorable orgasm by sending a
shower of whiteness up and backward, to splash all over her
naked form.

	Tilting backward, her mouth again pressed against his
as she kissed him passionately, all while she continued to
furiously work his cock until it had been squeezed of every last
drop.  Then satisfied that he had no more to give, she released
him and collapsed against his chest.  Her eyes closed as her
hand rubbed across her stomach and breasts, spreading the
fruits of her labors all over them.

	"That,"  she said with a long, labored breath,  "was a
really good fuck."

	A sentiment that Adam was hardly in a position to deny.


				-=-=-=-

	Before Adam finally went home, Helen came to an
understanding that this was something that wasn't going to be
repeated.  That it had just been casual sex, nothing more than
that.  Seeing the implausibility of their having any kind of
relationship, even a purely physical one, Adam said he
understood.

	So life at Burger Barn pretty much went back to the way
it had been, at least for the next week or so.  That was until the
afternoon when Mr. Jamison again stopped by for a noontime
inspection.

	When Helen and the owner came up from the
basement office less than ten minutes later, Adam couldn't help
but notice an unfamiliar look on her face.  It took a few minutes
for him to recognize it, but finally he realized it was
dissatisfaction.

	That look changed quickly enough after she had see
Mr. Jamison to the door and stepped back to the countertop.

	"Oh Adam,"  she said, pausing long enough to get his
attention from behind the grill.  "I'm afraid I'm having a little
trouble with my car again.  Do you think you'd be able to give
me a lift home after work?"

	Adam thought about it for a few moments, then smiled
and said, "Sure, why not."

	The look on Helen's face that greeted his answer was
now easy enough to recognize, it was one of anticipation.

	'Geez, if it ain't enough that you have to put up with
triple W all day long,"  Harry said once Helen was out of
earshot.  "Can this job suck any more?"

	"Yeah, I guess it does suck sometimes,"  Adam grinned
back at him, the smile on his face hiding the fact that
sometimes, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.


END