I always wanted her now she needed me
I’d always pitied Helen.Pitied and, when I was younger, desperately fancied.She was my the daughter of my parents' best friends but older than me by some fifteen years. To me, she always seemed so much more grown up, sophisticated even. For years family friends had frequently been the subjects of my masturbation fantasies, filling me with guilt until I got around to doing it again.Helen was different though. She hadn’t lost it. Whatever she had over me, it hadn’t gone. I still felt shy talking...