The Breakdown

The man came at him, Dave side stepped and pushed him away. The man retaliated with a roundhouse catching Dave on the arm as he blocked, throwing a kick himself. The man shuffled, turned and let loose with several punches and kicks. Dave was against the ropes feeling the blows land. It was the kick to the head that sent him to the canvas that woke the demon inside. He charged the man, spun, and purposely threw a low side on kick into his knee. The crack was audible as his leg bent the wrong way. He was going down, but Dave had seen red and was out of control. Bringing his elbow up fast, he literally shattered the man's nose as blood flew. Shouts and screams were coming loud, but he didn't listen to any of them. He laid a fist into his eye and spun a roundhouse into the side of his head. The man fell at Dave's feet as Dave looked up. He saw her stood there in the doorway. Mouth open, hands together below her lips as she looked at the scene in horror.

The man was taken to hospital. Dave headed to the shower alone. The spectators had all gone home, the gym deserted when he emerged from the changing room. Hands shaking, he pushed the door open and walked out into the late afternoon sun. Climbing into his car, Dave saw the paper under the windscreen wiper. Getting out, he plucked the paper, unfolded it and read the two words. 'Turn around'.

He did, she was there before him. He crossed the few steps and took her into his arms. He could never remember doing it before but he cried. He cried deep and unashamedly. "I'm sorry," He cried. "I don't want to be him anymore."

Helen cradled his head against her neck and stroked him. "Sshhh. It's okay, you don't have to be."

She could feel him as he shook against her. She held him tight until he calmed and regained some control.

He looked in her eyes. "Why are you still here? I'm not nice, I'm a cunt. You should go."

Helen smiled, "That's my decision, Dave. I can see the real you inside. Come on."

She took him by the hand and opened her car door for him to get in. He looked questioningly at her. "Where?"

"My place, my beautiful man."

She drove, the journey forgotten as they walked through her front door together. She guided him to her bedroom and stood before him. Kicking her own heels off she looked at him. "Kick you trainers off." She instructed, Dave did it. She pulled his T-shirt up and off before crouching to pull his tracksuit trousers down. His underwear came with it. He stood before her, naked and for the first time in his life, unsure.

"What do you want?" Helen asked softly.

"You." The simple, honest reply.

"Why."

"Because you can see me. The me I want to be. I don't know if I can, but I want to try."

"Then love me, Dave. Let me be yours."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Then don't, the choice is yours to make. I'll be with you."

Dave reached forward, his hands undoing the buttons on her blouse. He was gentle as he slipped it from her shoulders and off. He looked at her breasts, covered in the red bra, her nipples visible through the sheer material. He lent in, kissed her lips. Helen kissed him back and their kiss became fuelled by their passion.

Reaching around, Dave undid the clasp. He pulled the straps down and took her bra away dropping it to the floor. They took a few steps towards the bed as they kissed. Dave took Helen's breast in his hand, felt the weight. He took her nipple between thumb and forefinger, tweaking, teasing it hard as he kissed her. Kisses trailing down her neck and across her chest as Dave took her breast in to his mouth. He could feel her nipple hard between his lips before tugging gently with his teeth. His hands wandered low, he unzipped her skirt and let it pool around her feet. They stepped to the bed, Helen felt it against the back of her thighs. She sat, her eyes level with Dave's hardness, his desire for her evident.

Helen lent forward, she took Dave's length in her hand, stroked his shaft a few times. Her other hand held his balls as she covered his head with her lips. Sliding down, she took his length in all the way. She could hear his breath catch as she worked him. It wasn't long in coming, she could feel his cock twitching in her mouth. She smiled knowing what was coming. Dave came, he filled her. Helen swallowed but there was so much, some of his cum dribbled from her lips.

Dave smiled as he breathed hard, he reached down to wipe her lips. He kissed her deep, tongues probing deep into each other's mouths. Dave could taste himself and found it aroused him all the more.

Pushing Helen gently back into the bed, Dave knelt between her legs. Kissing his way up her thighs until he came to her secret place. He kissed around her opening, teasing before delving his tongue inside her. She gasped as he kissed her. His tongue finding her delicate clit, he nibbled, driving her on, hearing her moans. He kissed and delved, driving her to orgasm as her whole body shook under him.

"Kiss me, Dave."

He was up and on her. The lips met as they kissed, each tasting themselves on their lover's tongue. They kissed long and deep, hands exploring each other for a long time.

Helen guided Dave to her opening, his hardness easily slipping through her wetness into her tight warm tunnel. Long slow strokes. The tension mounted as Helen felt Dave's cock slide in and out. Dave felt the squeeze as Helen closed her walls on him. The feeling of love was holding them in the moment, their love making driving them on. Helen pulled her knees up and wider, allowing Dave to go deeper. The thrusts speed up as they both drew close. Helen called out Dave's name as she came. Dave followed swiftly, filling her with his love. Tears slipped down his face as he cried her name.

Spent, they lay in each other's arms. Content. Dave had never felt the way he did for Helen about anyone before. He could finally be the man he wanted to be. He knew that for certain because of the way she just accepted him for himself. He knew he was in love with her. He would love and respect her forever, never would he let another hurt her. He would protect his love for eternity and give her the love she deserved. The love he knew he could give because she was the perfect lady for him He gave himself completely to her. She was his beautiful lady; she was his Helen.