Trudy's Request

Trudy's Request

This is a work of fiction. All characters and shows mentioned are fictional. All are over the age of 18

Simon Latimer and Trudy Williams were household names. Together, they are the stars in a long running crime drama called 'Underwood'. Simon plays Detective Inspector Sam Underwood and Trudy plays his partner and sidekick, Detective Sergeant Leah Trent. Underwood's methodical approach and attention to detail and Trent's tireless work ensure they always get their man (or woman).

Simon and Trudy had worked a lot together before. Mostly on stage, but occasionally on the small screen and they had both received high praise for a period drama that they had appeared in a few years earlier. So when Simon had been offered the role of Underwood, he had immediately requested Trudy play the part of Leah Trent. This had, of course, fueled speculation in the gossip columns and tabloids of a romance between the two. They were, however, just good friends and were quite often seen out and about together and there were and are numerous photos of them walking arm in arm and sharing a meal out. To them, they were simply friends and each other's confidants. They shared almost everything together. Everything except sex that is. For what they both knew, and the world didn't, was that Trudy was gay. She had never had a girlfriend even though Simon had repeatedly told her she should just go for it but Trudy couldn't. She was scared that if production companies knew this, they would wrongly see her being gay as awkward and not what they wanted or were looking for, and she feared her work would dry up.

The world at large saw her as a beautiful and sexy thirty-three year old single woman, which she undoubtedly was, and when the gossip mongers weren't linking her with Simon, they were constantly speculating of a tryst with whatever male actor she happened to be appearing with and over time, she was finding it increasingly hard to deal with. More so now as she put her latest script that had been offered to her in her shoulder bag and waited for the last scene of the current season of Underwood to end.

"Cut!" Said George Gaston the show's director with a time honoured flourish. "Excellent! Well done all. Now, off with you while we set about editing it all. Simon? And where's Trudy? Ah! Here she is. Where will you be in case we need to re-shoot? Local I hope. I doubt we will but you never know."

"More than likely my place by the river. You can reach me there." Simon said. He then took one look at Trudy and he instantly knew something was troubling her. "Same goes for Trudy." Neither worried about what the gossip columnists had said or would say. Trudy quite often stayed with Simon. It was with him that she could be herself and it was where she felt the most safe.

Gaston looked concerned. "Please, both of you, take care." He then looked and gestured at the dozen or so Paperazzi milling around outside the rented office block that served as the Police HQ for the show.

"Let them." Simon said as he followed Gaston's gaze. "One day they'll tire of following us around." Trudy though, wasn't so sure and she sighed but was soon following Simon out of the building and she slid quickly into his car as he held the door open for her. Both ignored the shouted questions from the 'Paps' as Simon slalomed his way between them and their flashing cameras and was soon on the open road and heading west out of the city to his home by the Thames. Both had made good money from the show and Simon had invested well in a modest but spacious house that had high walls and hedges around it. It gave him and them privacy which is what they both needed right now.

Simon was a stereotypical actor. Tall, dark and handsome and his smile and demeanour always put people around him at ease. Trudy was quite tall for a woman, standing nearly five foot eight, and was almost Simon's height whenever she wore heels. Simon had always thought of Trudy as beautiful. She had long honey blonde hair that she mostly wore up in a loose bun type style, especially when she was portraying Leah Trent, and he thought, though he had never seen her undressed or said it out loud, that she had a nice curvy figure.

"Thanks for this." Trudy said as she walked with Simon into his house. She had stayed there more often than not and had a lot of her clothes etc there. Simon, though, was just glad of the company. He really enjoyed every moment he spent with Trudy. "Anytime." He replied and headed for the kitchen to fill the kettle. "Tea or coffee?" Simon added.

"Oooh! A nice cup of tea please." Trudy said as she kicked off her shoes and slumped wearily onto his comfy sofa. Simon appeared a few minutes later with the tea and sat down next to her in one of the armchairs.

"So," Simon asked in his customary soothing manner. "What's troubling you Trudy?" Trudy remained silent as she sipped her tea. Finally, she put her cup down on a small table between her and Simon and reached for her bag. She then pulled the script out and handed it to him. "McAlister!" Simon said with surprise. "Nice." But Trudy just sighed again which Simon couldn't fail to notice.

McAlister was the American version of Underwood but instead of the lead role being that of a copper, McAlister was an FBI agent. The show was doing well in the States as well as on this side of the pond and Simon cast an experienced eye over the script. In short, this particular episode required McAlister to come to London to investigate the death of a prominent embassy official. Whether the FBI would do that in real life, Simon was unsure, but he thought it would make a good episode nonetheless. All looked good as far as Simon could see and Trudy was to play Donna Parsons, his Met Police liaison. It was a good part and could and probably would open doors for Trudy to go Stateside after. But her face was still troubled.

"Page 74." Trudy said quietly as she read the look on Simon's face. Simon quickly found the page and began to read. He read it three times and after a few minutes, he looked up at Trudy with a concerned expression.

"Oh! I see." He finally said. This particular scene was, to put it bluntly, a sex scene. McAlister always seemed to end up in bed, James Bond style, with whatever lady he happened to be working with, or in one or two cases, investigating, and this scene called for McAlister and Parsons to share a night together. The scenes were well written and would be quite involved as they always had been on the few episodes that he had watched. Simon racked his brain to remember if Trudy had ever done anything like this before and he couldn't. The closest she had come was a moment in the period drama with Trudy and himself about to kiss but being interrupted before it actually happened, just as the script had said would happen. Slowly, Simon closed the script and put it down.

"I'll have to decline." Trudy said softly. "You know, turn it down I mean. I just know I won't be able to go through with it and, well, I've seen the previous shows just as you have. They'll have to cast someone better suited."

"There's no-one better, Trudy!" Simon said with conviction. "This role is perfect for you and you don't need me to tell you the doors that this could and will be opened for you."

"I know. But how can I?" Trudy sobbed. "I know it would, but that," she pointed to the script, "page 74! How can I? I know I'll freeze and probably run away."

Simon sighed as well. He knew she was right. He knew she was gay and just the thought of having to go through with it, to kiss the leading actor and get naked in front of the director and camera crew, would be too much for her even with an Intimacy Coordinator on hand. He knew Trudy to be a fabulous actor and she had put her all into every part that she had played but this would be a step too far, even for her.

But he wanted her to succeed. Being an actor was a fragile and fickle business to be in. One minute, you were sought after, the talk of the town. The next, almost forgotten and Trudy needed this opportunity to work out for her. It could also be a lonely profession which is why Trudy and himself were so close.

Trudy studied Simon's face, reading his thoughts. She knew as well what doing this part could mean long term. Simon was right. This part was made for her but how could she? She thought for a few moments and only one answer, one conclusion came into her mind. So she took several deep breaths and reached out to take his hand in hers. "Would you, maybe, please help me?"

"With what Trudy? This?" Simon asked as he again picked up the script.

"Yes. That." Trudy wiped the tears that had formed in her eyes. "But I'll understand if you can't."

"Trudy. You know I care about you. More than I've ever cared about anyone. If I'm honest, I would say I love you." Trudy gasped but Simon spoke again before she could reply. "Yes, 'love'. I'm not 'in' love with you Trudy." Simon paused to gather his thoughts. He hated that he had just said 'not'. He desperately wanted to say how he truly felt, that he was indeed, deeply in love with her, but he couldn't. If he did, he could lose her forever. "You've, well, you've shared with me who you are and I respect that and I would never put you in a difficult position by saying that I was." As Trudy listened to his words, she looked into his eyes and they told her that he was indeed, 'in' love with her but she couldn't as yet understand his reluctance at not saying it out loud. Simon continued. "But I do love and care about you. I want you to succeed Trudy. So," Simon paused and gripped Trudy's hand tightly. "If you're sure, I mean, really sure, then yes. I will help you. But Trudy, if at any time you feel uncomfortable, please say."

Trudy nodded, then asked, "Simon, are you sure as well?"

It was Simon's turn to nod and before he said something he might regret and put his best friend in an awkward position, he opened the script to page 74 again before reading it for a fourth time. "One step at a time, yes?" He then stood up and offered his hand to Trudy. She took it and he helped her to her feet so she was standing in front of him. Both were feeling nervous as together they read the first lines of the 'sex scene' which called for her, as Donna Parsons, to be hugged and kissed by McAlister.

"Ready?" Simon asked, and Trudy could only nod her head again. She was nervous and her body went rigid as Simon gently slipped his arms through hers and around her body and pulled her gently against him. The first kiss was tender and only lasted for two or three seconds. Simon pulled back to look on his best friend's face to gauge her reaction. "Was that ok?" He asked, gently. Concern evident on his handsome face.

"Yes." Trudy replied, her voice quiet and barely audible.

"Shall we try again?" Simon asked and Trudy merely nodded. Again they kissed and this time it lasted longer. Much longer. After over a minute of near passionate kissing, Simon again broke the kiss and not just to check how Trudy was feeling, but more to arrest the feelings he was beginning to feel himself. Namely, he had begun to feel his cock grow. He felt ashamed and embarrassed.

Trudy was feeling different as well. She loved the kissing they were sharing. It was the first real kiss she had had in quite a few years. Actually, since she and her female flatmate had kissed at university after a couple of bottles of wine. She had, she remembered, instantly fallen in love with Abigail Fenwick but back then, she was shy and was still trying to come to terms with her sexuality, and only a few weeks later, Abby had returned to her native Australia before she could muster the courage to tell Abby how she really felt. There had been nobody since until now, and she was stunned that she could feel herself becoming turned on and moist between her thighs.

"We need a drink!" A rather embarrassed Simon said. "A stronger drink!" And he quickly released Trudy and headed into the kitchen.

Trudy was feeling a whole range of emotions as she watched Simon leave. There was confusion, joy, longing, need and embarrassment. She had trouble sorting all these out in her mind. Confusion and joy? She mentally asked herself. How can that be? But her body was making up its own mind. She could still feel the dampness between her thighs and when she looked downward, she gasped as she saw how erect her nipples had become, and how visible they were through the thin cotton of her bra and dress. Her mind raced and became flooded with thoughts and questions. But I'm gay! I shouldn't be feeling like this with Simon! But I do and I am! What the hell is happening to me? Simon reappeared carrying a glass of chilled wine for Trudy and a bottle of beer for himself. "Simon," Trudy began to say but Simon held up his hand and Trudy paused.

"I said I would help you Trudy, and I will. It's just," Simon paused and took a large pull on his beer. "It's just, I mean, I think I need to apologise."

Trudy looked confused. "Apologise? For what?"

Embarrassed, Simon gulped more beer then looked directly into Trudy's eyes. "I'm sorry. But Trudy, you are extremely beautiful and..,"

"You became aroused?" Trudy softly said. "I... it's ok. I... um... it happened for me too."

"It did? Sorry. I mean, you did?" Simon stammered.

"Yes. I mean, it's all so confusing. I'm gay. I shouldn't be feeling like this but I do."

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Said Simon and with a shake of his head, he turned and walked to the window in an effort to stop Trudy seeing his obvious embarrassment. Trudy, though, just needed him, wanted to feel close to him, to feel him against her body so she walked up to stand behind him. She put her untouched drink on a nearby chest of drawers and wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against his strong, firm back and they stayed like this for several long minutes.

"I only want the best for you Trudy. You know how I feel about you but I'm struggling to separate what I said I would do for you and what I want and need for myself." Simon turned in her arms and hugged her back tightly. "I'm sorry. I'm being selfish. It's just been..,"

"How long?" Trudy asked with compassion in her voice. "How long since you've, you know, had female company?"

Should I tell her the truth? Simon asked himself. She knew that he was now thirty-four and his much publicised split with his then fiancé had happened over six years previously and like Trudy, he had to be careful about who he saw and how he saw them. So should I tell her the truth? If he wanted things to happen how he hoped then there should be no secrets. Trudy was his best friend and the only one he could really trust. But how would she react? Fear began to raise its ugly head. "Trudy, there's something I should say, but it's kind of difficult."

"How long?" Trudy softly asked again, her face showing only kindness and compassion.

"Just over a couple of months." Came Simon's whispered reply. "Sorry."

"Why are you sorry Simon? It's ok. It really is. Was it with someone I know?"

Simon shook his head. "No. It was with..,"

"Simon, it's just us. You can tell me."

"I don't want this to come between us Trudy. You mean the world to me. If I lost you, I just, I mean, I don't want that. You are the only constant in my life."

"And you are mine!" Trudy said quickly but soothingly. She then took his hand and led him back to the sofa. Simon sat down but was surprised when Trudy raised the hem of her dress slightly and straddled him, her knees either side of his legs and she sat balanced on his lap. Trudy then locked her arms around his neck and leaning forward, she kissed him again. "Relax Simon. It's just us. So, tell me please."

Simon took several deep breaths before speaking. "Her name was, is, Helena. And she's..," Simon paused. "she's an escort." Trudy tried to hide the gasp of surprise but she failed. Simon just hung his head in shame.

"Look at me." Trudy said finally and Simon slowly lifted his head. "It's ok Simon. Really. You have needs and I guess, your split with Natalie hurt you and you can't or won't go through that again." Simon could only nod. "But I have needs too and until a few minutes ago, I had no idea just how much my needs are. Simon please, I want you in my life. Need you just as much if I'm honest."

Simon, not fully digesting all that Trudy had said, then spoke. "Don't say you're going to say no to the part. We can do this if we're careful and follow the script to the letter. I'm sorry I got aroused. I'll do better next time."

Trudy just kissed Simon again and this time, with his face cupped in her hands, she kissed him more deeply and more passionately than before. For her, she wanted to feel her own arousal again. She loved how her body had felt and responded and she was desperate to feel that again. She longed to feel wanted and needed, to feel desired, to feel the sexual energy flow once again through her body and if it was to be with Simon, then so be it.

"Trudy?" Simon managed to gasp as they broke for air. Trudy stayed silent and she placed a finger to his lips motioning for him to stay quiet as well. She then began to shuffle as she freed the hem of her dress from under her and before Simon could speak, she pulled it over her head and flung it behind her leaving her kneeling on his lap in just her bra and knickers. Simon could only stare in silent, wide-eyed amazement as Trudy reached behind back and unclipped her bra and she threw that behind her as well. Simon stared longingly at her magnificent breasts and before he knew what was happening, Trudy brought his hands up to her C cup tits and she gently began to encourage him to massage and knead them. Trudy needed this, was desperate for this and she sighed sexily at his touch and she watched as his fingers began to twirl and pinch her hard, sensitive nipples.

It was like a floodgate had been opened and for both of them, passion and need thundered forth. There was no stopping either of them as Simon lifted Trudy from his lap and in one movement, or so it seemed to her, laid Trudy on her back, her head resting on the arm of the sofa. The deep, passionate kissing resumed as Simon, half kneeling on the floor, began to explore Trudy's shapely curves with his hands. He broke the kiss and bending his head, began kissing her sensitive neck before lowering his head further and he began sucking on her nipples, worshipping and pleasuring each one in turn. Trudy gasped and moaned in sheer delight and she felt as though her rapidly beating heart would burst from her heaving chest as Simon began to kiss and lick down her flat stomach, pulling her damp knickers down her legs and off her wildly kicking feet as he went.

Simon briefly paused to look at her cute shaven pussy but was soon lowering his head and quickly began licking and tonguing her moist slit. This was too much for Trudy and her orgasm erupted from deep inside her after only a few seconds of Simon's heavenly oral.

"Fuck! Simon! Yes! Yes! Oh Jesus!" Trudy screamed and she clamped her thighs shut, keeping his head and mouth glued to her spasming sex. Simon was loving her taste and aroma, was almost intoxicated by it, and he kept up his licking and sucking, giving Trudy what she had wanted and longed for all of her adult life. Hell, what he had also wanted for as long as he had known her.

As he sucked and licked, he reached up to cup her tits again and Trudy could feel another cum rapidly begin to build. Simon sucked on her clit and probed inside her with his tongue, alternating between the two and this drove Trudy wild!

"FUUUUCCCKKK!!" Trudy screamed again and Simon relaxed his sucking and licking to more gentle laps of his tongue allowing Trudy to gracefully come down from her orgasmic high. To Simon, Trudy looked so beautiful as she lay there, her legs spread and her firm breasts heaving as she breathed deeply. He needed her and he needed her right now! Simon couldn't deny it or himself any longer. Years of secret desire for the beautiful Trudy controlled his body and every thought of his mind. He quickly stood and began tearing his clothes from his body. A gasp of surprise escaped from Trudy's mouth as she saw Simon's hard cock spring up as he dropped his boxers and kicked them to one side.

Simon then lay on top of her and as he supported himself with one arm extended, he held his cock with his other hand and worked it up and down between her lips as he sought out her entrance and as soon as he found it, he slowly slid his hard shaft inside her tight, hot hole. Trudy's moans were deep and primal as she felt Simon's weight on her and his hardness inside her. Simon shuffled as he got himself comfortable and then he began to glide back and forth inside her with deep measured strokes. They again kissed as Trudy locked her arms and legs around him as their shared passion increased.

She had never felt anything like this. It was so glorious, so wonderful. Nothing else mattered, only Simon and what he was doing to her. "Fuck me Simon! Just fuck me!" Trudy pleaded as she clung to him tighter and Simon, lost in his own need and lust, did just that. He was hammering his cock into her now, fucking her hard. He knew he wouldn't last too much longer and he didn't want this to stop but he couldn't slow down. His body refused to obey the commands his mind was frantically sending out.

"Fuck! Oh God! Yessss!" Trudy cried out again as she came for a third time and seconds later, Simon grunted loudly and his body tensed and jerked as he shot his cum deep inside her. Spurt after spurt filled her pulsating pussy and he collapsed on top of her breathing heavily, and they clung to each other tightly as they slowly calmed down from their respective explosive orgasms.

Guilt suddenly gripped Simon like a vice. Condom! He hadn't worn a condom and he swore loudly as realisation filled his clearing mind.

"It's ok." Trudy said soothingly as if reading his thoughts. "We can get a morning after pill tomorrow. Simon please, don't feel bad. We both wanted this." Trudy kissed him again and she giggled. "I loved it. Loved every fucking beautiful second of it. I want us to do this again. Can we? Please? I want us to, lots and lots of times. Fuck! I love you Simon. I want us."

"I should have been more careful, Trudy!" Simon said as he raised himself off of her. His still guilty mind hadn't registered that she had said she loved him.

"'We' should have darling! But we both needed and wanted this. First thing tomorrow, I'll make an appointment."

Simon still felt guilty as Trudy sat up and held him tightly against her. "And I should go to a pharmacy and get some condoms." He added.

Trudy just smiled and she kissed him lovingly. "Plenty! You'd better get plenty! And I'll also ask about going on the pill." Simon began to relax and he helped Trudy stand up and he took her upstairs and turned on the shower for her before going to fetch some towels.

Later, as Simon's regular breathing told Trudy that he was asleep, she thought more about what had happened. She had a longing and could still feel an emptiness between her thighs. Again, the same questions filled her mind as she cuddled up against him. I am gay aren't I? But how, she thought further, could she be after the wonderful sex that she and Simon had shared? Finally, sleep came to a happy but still confused Trudy.

It was the same thoughts that filled her mind as she sat with Simon as he drove her to the private hospital nearby the following afternoon. Trudy had made an appointment as soon as she had got up and while Simon sat patiently in his car and Trudy waited for the doctor to see her, the question kept returning. But one thing she was sure of and that was she wanted Simon in her life. Forever!

However, she knew men had other needs. Other sexual needs. Oral or blowjobs being the main one she thought. That in itself didn't scare her. Doing it wrong or badly did. Over the years and out of curiosity more than anything else, Trudy had watched some porn and had found herself more and more watching threesome videos, one man and two obviously bi-sexual women doing their thing. Also, she knew she had to find out for sure about her desire to be with a woman. Was it what she really wanted? She thought further, I mean, I want to and have used my trusty dildo as I imagined making love with a beautiful woman. But why use a dildo? Why use something that resembles a male organ when a woman would use her mouth or fingers. It was all so confusing and could she do that to Simon after all the care and compassion he had shown her last night and over all the years they had known each other? And of course, after their wonderful lovemaking?

After all had gone smoothly with the doctor, they arrived back home and Trudy, more than her own, regarded Simon's house as home. Trudy had talked openly and candidly about her thoughts and fears on the journey home. Everything that is except repeating that she loved him. She was sure he had heard her but...

Simon was her confidant, the only one she could openly and frankly discuss her life and desires with, and Simon of course, had the answer. He always had the answer. Trudy sat next to him on the sofa where they had made love the evening before and watched as Simon tapped away on his tablet until he lent back and showed her a profile of a stunning young blonde woman. It was Helena.

Trudy gasped at Helena's obvious beauty. Her profile picture was tastefully done and showed her smiling sexily into the camera wearing red lace trimmed panties and an open silk robe that teasingly showed the fullness of her large, firm looking breasts. Trudy read her profile and her gaze settled on the line that said Helena was into women as well as men. This caused Trudy to gasp again.

"I can book her if you want Trudy." Simon's soothing voice said. "And before you ask, she will be very discreet."

"But is she though?" A worried Trudy replied.

"Yes. When I was last with her, she had finished her law degree and just got a position with a reputable firm of solicitors. I think she may have been head-hunted before she had graduated. Therefore, she no more wants this to come out than we do. This profile isn't available for all to view so it suits all of us. So, shall I?"

Trudy could only nod and she watched as Simon's fingers danced on the screen, sending the initial request to Helena. Her reply wasn't long in coming and with a price agreed, (It wouldn't be cheap. Simon had prepared himself for that, but he would do anything for Trudy), Helena was due to spend virtually all of the upcoming weekend with them. Simon could sense Trudy's nervousness so for the rest of the Thursday and most of the Friday, he was very attentive towards Trudy. There were lots of hugs and cuddles, and they made slow, tender love again that night. All thoughts of rehearsing the script were pushed to the back of their minds, for now at least.

Simon was fully aware of the conflicts going through Trudy's mind as the time drew nearer to Helena's arrival and he was constantly at her side reassuring her. In truth, he needed her close as well. He loved her more than anything and, not hearing her saying she loved him also the day before, desperately wanted to tell her how he really felt but he was still afraid to speak the words for fear of losing the only friend, his best friend, forever. The sound of tires on his gravel drive made them both sit up and Simon kissed Trudy lightly on her lips before getting up to welcome Helena.

To Trudy, Helena was even more beautiful than her profile picture suggested but Helena was a pro and soon put Trudy at ease. At Simon's suggestion, things were taken slowly to begin with. Drinks were offered as Simon, more for Trudy, delicately explained the situation to Helena. Simon also suggested that for tonight, it should be just Trudy and Helena and Helena agreed.

"We will go at your pace Trudy. Don't be afraid to speak out if you're not sure or don't want to do anything. Tonight, I am here for you and only you." Helena looked at Simon for confirmation and got a nod and a smile in return.

Simon prepared a lovely meal and afterwards, they all sat and chatted like old friends having a quiet night together but finally the time came and Simon decided to stay downstairs as Trudy and Helena made their way upstairs to the room that Trudy used whenever she stayed with Simon. A room that Trudy hoped she wouldn't use for sleeping alone again. These past two nights cuddling up with Simon had been pure bliss as far as she was concerned and she couldn't go back to sleeping or being alone ever again. For Simon, he was happy for Trudy and it gave him a chance to study again the email which had popped into his in-box the day before. He really hoped and prayed that his plan would work out. That Trudy would want what he wanted too. But he was still scared.

It was so different. So very, very different. There was a whole world of difference in the way Helena made love to Trudy. At Helena's suggestion, Trudy had readily agreed to let Helena take the lead and from the first moment that she had felt Helena's full, soft lips on hers, she had been taken to a paradise that she had, since that first kiss with Abigail Fenwick all those years ago, longed for all of her adult life. It wasn't just Helena's kissing that was driving Trudy wild, it was the way her feminine hands explored and excited every square inch of her needy body. It was far better than she could possibly have imagined. And when Helena used her mouth on her, Trudy was swamped with an ecstatic, euphoric bliss that she never wanted to leave her heaving, orgasm riddled body.

Helena was a pro but she had needs and desires too. So, with some gentle coaching, Helena had allowed Trudy to take her time after Helena had guided her head to between her outstretched legs. Trudy not only loved the taste of Helena, but also the feel of her smooth labia on her mouth and tongue and Trudy had a mini-orgasm of her own as she licked and sucked Helena to a hard and powerful cum.

Trudy had loved every precious minute of making love with Helena. For over ten years, she had craved this time, this being with a woman and Helena was some woman! She was extremely beautiful and her body was to die for and she was stupendous in bed. But she longed for Simon as well. She had loved feeling his weight on her and his marvellous cock deep inside her and, even after Helena's excellent lovemaking, she still felt an emptiness and longing between her thighs.

"It's obvious." Helena said gently as she cradled Trudy in her arms as Trudy lay with her head pressed against Helena's firm D cup breasts. "You're bi!"

Trudy raised her head to gaze into Helena's eyes. "Am I? I mean, I've always been attracted to women, even when I was at school and for most of my time at Uni. But Simon..." Trudy sighed wistfully and laid her head back onto Helena's firm boob.

For a few long moments, silence filled the room. "You love him, don't you? Simon I mean. You're 'in' love with him, yes?" Helena finally said as she gently combed her fingers through Trudy's long blonde hair. Trudy, still with her head on Helena's breast, merely nodded. "I know," Helena continued, "he's a man who you can easily fall in love with." Helena paused and sighed deeply. "In a way, and despite all the, erm, clients I've been with, he's the only one that ignited that spark in me."

"You love him too?" Trudy asked without raising her head to look at Helena and she was ashamed to feel a certain amount of jealousy flow through her.

"In a way, yes. But, I knew, even from the first night I engaged with him, that myself and Simon just, well, wouldn't be." Helena sighed deeply again and kissed the top of Trudy's head as her fingers continued to comb tenderly through her hair.

"Why?" Was all Trudy could summon the courage to ask. She suddenly felt that this woman, this gorgeous and beautiful woman who was cradling her so lovingly in her arms, who had made such wonderful love with her, was becoming a competitor for Simon's affections.

"Because," Helena began, but paused to frame her answer as delicately as possible. "Because Trudy, it's always been you!"

Trudy's head shot up to gaze with confusion into Helena's sparkling blue eyes. "Me?"

"Yes you, Trudy! I've, erm, been seeing Simon on and off for what?, over two years now. He's special but I don't need to tell you that." Helena paused again. "I'm not sure I should be telling you this, client confidentiality and all that, but, the first time I was with him I saw, in his wallet as he went to pay me, a picture. A picture of you."

"You sure it was me?" Trudy gasped, scarcely believing what Helena had just revealed to her. Was Simon really 'in' love with her despite his reluctance to say it out loud? And why was he reluctant?

"Oh yes! It was definitely you." Helena continued. "You're gorgeous Trudy and you do stand out in a crowd and of course, I've watched all the shows. In fact, I've watched everything both of you have been in." Helena sighed once again and kissed Trudy on her lips. "That dress you were wearing in that period drama, fuck Trudy! It showed you off to perfection. It amazes me how Simon could have kept his hands off of you! You were, and still are, stunning!" Trudy's mind still whirled. My picture? How long has he kept my picture close to him? "Has he said he loves you too Trudy?" Helena asked.

"Yes. Well, he's said he loves me but he also said he's not 'in' love with me. But that was before..,"

"Before what?" Helena probed.

"Before we made love!"

"Oh Trudy!" Helena beamed. "I'm so happy for you. I think you'll both make a wonderful and happy couple."

"Helena, I'm scared." Trudy said with a heavy sigh and they could both feel the tremble that washed over Trudy's body. "Scared that I won't be good enough for him, in bed I mean. I will never be as good as you. But I can't lose him. I want, no, I need, sorry," Trudy paused and forced her mind to calm down. "Helena, can I request that you help me to, you know, please him, with my mouth I mean. I know, at least I think I do, how it's done, I want to but I'm scared of doing it wrong or badly or both. I'll pay if need be. Please Helena, say you will."

"No payment needed my darling. It will be my honour to help you, teach you. And, I take it you want to take him all the way, so to speak?" Trudy could only nod as Helena then pulled a still scared looking Trudy tightly against her and she kissed her deeply again. The kissing became more urgent and needy for them both and they made beautiful, passionate love to each other again before cuddling up and falling into a deep, much needed sleep.

The sound of tires on gravel woke Trudy from a beautiful sleep. Beside her, the gorgeous and sexy Helena was still sleeping soundly. A naked Trudy slipped out of bed and quickly crossed to the window just in time to see Simon's car heading down his driveway. Helena stirred behind her as light filled the room. Trudy so wanted to cuddle up with Helena again and feel her body against hers, but nature came calling so she quietly headed for the bathroom. When she returned, Helena was awake.

"Morning." Trudy said.

"Morning." Helena replied as she threw back the duvet and stood up. They hugged and kissed before Helena herself, headed for the bathroom.

Downstairs in the kitchen after they had both showered and freshened up, Trudy set about making tea for herself and a coffee for Helena. Both were dressed, if you can call it that, in two of Simon's old shirts. Neither had done up all the buttons and both were showing a fair amount of cleavage. Simon, Trudy thought with a little chuckle to herself, would love to come back and see them both like this. She had read Simon's written note that he had left on the table saying he was heading into the nearest town to get some nice breakfast from the bakers and he would be gone for about half an hour or so.

"Why?" Trudy asked as she sat opposite Helena at the large kitchen table. "Why did you become an... escort?"

Helena breathed deeply before replying. "Needs must. I did a law degree with honours which took four years. It was something I always wanted to do but, as with everything else, it costs money. A lot of money. My parents helped when they could," Helena spread her hands in a helpless gesture, "but it sadly, wasn't enough."

Trudy reached across and tenderly took Helena's hand in hers. Helena smiled then added, "And since graduating, it's more because of the need to live. I got a position quite quickly but I'm still green, still finding my feet. I'm a junior and that means lots of work for not a lot of pay." Helena paused as she took a sip of her coffee. "Living in the city isn't cheap, so as I said, needs must. One day I hope I can give it up, being an escort I mean, but until then..."

Trudy knew only too well how expensive living in the city was and she was, is, and always would be eternally grateful to Simon for getting her the part on Underwood and the pay that came with it. Trudy chewed her bottom lip as she thought. Helena was special. Not just to her, but to Simon as well.

"I have a place," Trudy began, her voice quiet yet soothing. "It's in Putney, a stones throw from the river. You can stay there. Move in. I'm hardly ever there anyway and I think, no, I know, that I'll be spending quite a lot of time here." Trudy giggled as the meaning became clear.

"Putney?" A surprised Helena replied. " Thank you but no. I can't really afford where I am now. Putney is way beyond that. It's nice of you Trudy but..."

"What do you, if you don't mind me asking, pay now? I take it you're renting?" Trudy asked, interrupting her.

"Oh! Um... twelve hundred a month. And really, it's just a room with a toilet and shower but the kitchen and living area are all shared. It's an HMO, you know, a Home of Multiple Occupancy in Barnet. It's not ideal and the travel costs just add to it but I have no choice."

"Five hundred!" Trudy said gripping Helena's hand tighter.

Helena sighed. "Trudy, it's 'twelve' hundred. A month!"

"I know. I heard you. That's why I said 'five hundred'! That's all you have to pay me and really, it's just to cover bills and all that. Helena, look at me. I want you to move in. I, and I know Simon will agree, want you to relax and not have money worries on top of everything else. Basically, it's rent free. I want you to. You've done so much for us so Helena, please, accept this small token of my, our affection."

Helena could hardly speak. "You mean..?"

"Yes, I mean just that. All I ask is if you, erm, continue your 'other' work until you've built up, shall we say, a nest egg, it doesn't happen there. I will, maybe, be popping in from time to time and neither of us wants to, how can I put it?, be put in an embarrassing situation. So? Will you?"

Helena was openly weeping as she stood up and childlike, held her arms wide. Trudy went to her and hugged her firmly yet lovingly. As Trudy soothed a trembling Helena, she whispered in her ear. "I will never forget you Helena. For all that you've done and shown me. For what you have done for Simon these past couple of years. I want us to be friends. More than friends actually." Trudy's meaning was very clear. "I want and need Simon more than anything. I love him. Love him so much. But, we both love you too and I want, no, I think both Simon and I, will want you to stay in our lives."

"I do and we do!" Simon said from the doorway. Neither had heard him return and startled, both turned to face him.

How much had he heard? The thought flashed into Trudy's mind and she felt herself blush but Simon was all smiles as he put down the box of pastries and approached the two gorgeous women still embracing each other both dressed in his shirts and from what he could see, nothing else. Simon wrapped his arms around them both and held them warmly and tenderly. It was now or never for Simon as he relaxed his hold and taking them each by the hand, led them both into the comfy, spacious living room and the memory of how he and they at got to this moment filled his mind.

A little under two weeks previously, and during a break in filming, Simon had walked into a nearby street to get some lunch. Trudy wasn't needed that day and anyway, she had had a meeting with her agent. On heading to the bakers, he had passed a newsagents and one of the glossy magazines on display outside had caught his eye. On it, in a heart shaped surround, was a picture of a happy, smiling Trudy and next to her, a different picture of Andreas Logan, aka McAlister, the all-American, ex NFL linebacker and now much sought after actor. Was this why Trudy was meeting her agent? Did she even know herself? But how? How did this magazine get wind of this before Trudy had spoken with him? Had it been leaked Stateside? Or, was this just more mindless speculation? But, Simon thought further, does this mean she would be heading to the States soon? He hoped not. Simon needed Trudy and he hoped she needed him. What she definitely didn't need was all of this endless speculation. So, with that in mind, Simon made a conscious decision that he hoped would make them both happy and free from the gossip mongers.

Simon loved Trudy. Was in love with her and as they all entered in his living room, he stood, somewhat nervously in front of Trudy. Simon needed Trudy in his life more than he had needed anyone else. She had always been there for him just as much as he had been there for her. She was there with him, consoling him during and after his split with Natalie. He thought again of the cover on the glossy magazine and he was determined to put an end to all this idle talk and speculation once and for all.

However, he had heard most of what Trudy had said to Helena and he knew that she felt just as strongly as he did and he breathed deeply to compose and ready himself. "I love you too Trudy. I'm 'in' love with you. I can't not stay quiet any longer." Before Trudy could reply, Simon cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lovingly and deeply. Beside them, a smiling Helena looked on and when the kiss finally ended, she could see Trudy's eyes were closed and her mouth still slightly open as the gorgeous feeling of his lips on hers continued to linger.

A gasp escaped from Helena's mouth and she brought her hands up to cover her mouth as she watched Simon reach into his jacket pocket and sink down onto one bended knee. Trudy turned towards Helena as she heard the gasp and when she looked back at Simon, his face, no longer looking down at her, was now looking up at her with hope and longing clearly evident.

Trudy gasped too as she saw the small, now open velvet covered box and the sparkling sapphire and diamond ring it contained loomed large before her eyes.

"I love you so much Trudy." Simon, with a dry throat said again. "Marry me."

Trudy's reply took a microsecond but to Simon, it felt like an eternity. "Yes! Yes! Oh my God! Yes!"

With legs that felt like jelly, Simon stood and took the ring from the box and slid it slowly onto her finger and Trudy stared wide-eyed at the precious gems now adorning her hand.

For a brief moment, Helena felt a tinge of regret that Simon had chosen Trudy. There would, she knew, be no-one like Simon, ever! Helena quickly removed that feeling from her mind and she decided that this moment should be for the two of them alone so she took a step back and started to turn back towards the kitchen.

"No Helena. Stay. You're part of our lives and we both want it to remain so. So please..." Simon extended an arm and Helena felt herself being pulled into their joint embrace. Simon kissed Trudy then Helena then Trudy kissed Helena as well before kissing Simon again.

Helena was so happy for Trudy and Simon and that they wanted her to continue being part of their lives. But she was just as happy for herself. Happy that they still wanted and needed her and not just for sex. Trudy's offer would mean that she could give up her life as an escort sooner than she had planned and she could finally enjoy sex how it should be enjoyed and not because she was being paid.

But now, this weekend, she had been paid and paid well so she decided that she should do more for the quite large sum that Simon had paid her. As Trudy stared lovingly at her ring, Helena stared at the swell of Trudy's breasts teasingly visible in her half open shirt, so she stepped behind her and began to work on the only two or three that remained unbuttoned.

Trudy turned and gazed into Helena's eyes as the shirt was gently removed and she found herself naked before her Simon, her love, her fiancé. Helena smoothed her hands along Trudy's arms which caused Trudy to shiver in anticipation and when Helena's hands got to her wrists, she felt them being raised to be locked behind Simon's neck.

"Look at Simon," Helena said softly but lustily, "and keep looking. Don't take your eyes away from his." Helena then ran her hands back along Trudy's arms and Trudy shivered some more as Helena gently cupped her breasts and began to softly knead and squeeze them, playing with and exciting her hardening nipples as she did so.

Keeping one hand massaging Trudy's breast, Helena slowly moved the other downwards and Trudy gasped loudly as Helena's finger slid gracefully along her now very wet slit.

As Simon reached up to lovingly take hold of Trudy's other, now free breast, Trudy could feel his erection press into her. She was sandwiched between the two people she loved the most and she was glad she was as Helena's expert caress rapidly brought her to a huge and powerful orgasm and she gasped and moaned deeply as they both supported her. When her body had calmed sufficiently, she looked down between herself and Simon as Helena worked his joggers and shorts down, freeing his large and powerful cock, which sprang up for her to gaze longingly upon.

Simon released Trudy long enough to rid himself of his clothes and as he stood before her, Trudy gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. She saw how handsome and sexy and full of love he was and is and then she felt Helena brush her hair away before planting tender kisses along the side of her sensitive neck. Trudy could only sigh and gasp as Helena's soft lips excited her. Helena was now also naked and Trudy could feel her large breasts and hard nipples press into her back. Her whole body felt alive and full of sexual energy as Helena then took one of Trudy's hands in hers and gently wrapped it around Simon's hard, hot shaft.

"Ready darling?" Helena softly whispered, "Ready for your first lesson to begin?"