The Shape of Things to Come (Hypernaturals 15)

The Story

The plan for the weekend at Holly's was to spend the night. It is not about being over-served so much as it was a time away from the kids for more adult matters. We have a cabin here, need to use it.

I was drinking a quart of milk in the kitchen when Helen came padding in and wrapped her arms around me. She kissed my shoulder blade. "Thank you. That was lovely." She said against my skin.

I rotated inside the radius of her arms to face her and offered her the glass of milk, which she took gratefully and had a long sip. "Uhm. Milk after sex is always better." She looked up at me. "Do you know one of the reasons I love you?"

"According to Lori, it's Tamales."

"That's the way to my heart!" Lori said from the other room.

"Those too, but no. It was that. Just there. In bed." Helen semi-explained.

"I know you like sex as much as the next person around here..."

"Not as much as me!" Jessica said from the other room

"... so forgive me if I am confused slightly." I finished.

"I mean tonight you met a porn star that I had sex with decades ago. A man of sexual renown. A Vampire with rigid self-control and all-day stamina. A man who is paid to have sex and has been for decades. I was one of the many women and men he was paid to have sex with. Yet just there. Just now. In bed. You were so ... You. You were loving and attentive, and you focused on me and you fed me. I was not totally happy with that part of my life, no matter how brief, surfacing like that. Being exposed as having that vulnerable a moment. That I could be talked into such a thing. You worked past my anger and my doubt and you loved me until I suddenly had a ravenous need. Then you fed that need you created in me with you."

"She put a toe in my eye." Lori commented from the other room.

"Quiet in there." Helen said. "I am being serious."

"Sorry. You did put a toe in my eye when you were coming so hard though." Lori kind of apologized.

"Sorry. Not really. I was having a lovely orgasm You shouldn't be playing with my feet when he is working on playing with my libido." Helen said.

"Adrian?" Lori asked tentatively.

"Yes, Lori?"

"I want one of those, please. Just like that one she had?" Lori requested.

"Yes, Lori."

"I want one of those." Rachel said.

"Yes, Rachel."

Helen sipped her milk and looked slightly amused at the verbal antics emitting from the bedroom chorus.

"I am not threatened by Oliver, Helen. Nor does the fact you did a sex film in the 1960s bother me if that is what you are saying. Would I like to see it? Sure, but only as a matter of curiosity. Don't mistake the way I like to look at the pictures Bob did as being the same as wanting to watch a sex flick with you in it. Not the same. I would rather make love with you than watch a film of you making love. It does not sound like your loop is a great copy, given the technology. 8mm film is probably scratched and dusty and stuff by now."

"No. I know. I enjoy the pictures in the Gallery too. That is Art. A loop made in Denmark in the 1960s was not making love, it was screwing for damn near no money. Not that I did it for the money. I was lonely, and it was a new experience. Denise would be appalled at the pay rates for sex back then." Helen said.

"I'm appalled at them now. Sex work is hard. Why I was in the high end of the business." Denise's voice floated in from the other room.

"You can watch Denise's copy if you like. I won't mind. Now. Now that I see it makes no difference. I suppose it never did, but: not my proudest moment."