Shirts were thrown carelessly on the floor. Seth's boxers somehow got onto the lighting fixture. Helena's bra was MIA. But it didn't matter, as Helena was riding Seth's rigid cock as he held her hips. Groans of pleasure filled the room, as Seth's hand cusped Helena's tit.
This wasn't the plan. It just kinda happened. After their first kiss, Helena went in for another. And another. Without breaking their kiss, the two ended up on the couch, where Seth clumsily removed Helena's top. Both were nervous, but the passion overtook them like two horny high school kids on Prom night. It had been a long time for both of them, since they had felt the touch of the opposite sex. They needed this release.
Helena bounced up and down, her perfect tits moving in time, while Seth held on for dear life. They were both close.
After their escapade on the couch, where Helena grabbed Seth's dick and he had to do his best not to cum, the two made their way to the bed, discarding clothes on the way. Their motions were awkward, as neither knew each other's body yet. But the excitement was there. They stopped only so that Seth could struggle to put a condom on. It took a few tries to hit the right spot, the right rhythm; but when they did, it was heavenly.
Helena slammed herself down on Seth's cock a few more times, before cumming loudly, Seth quickly following. She collapsed on his chest, both breathless and satisfied. The room was silent, filled only with the sounds of heavy breathing. Seth spoke first.
"I swear this was not my original intention."
Helena picked her head up off his chest and looked at him. "So, what was your intention?"
"Honestly, I was hoping for a blow job. I would have been good with that."
Helena laughed, as she rolled off Seth. "I need to clean up. When I come back, we will finish this discussion."
Helena quickly made her way to the bathroom. After relieving herself, she examined her self, post-sex, in the mirror. Her hair definitely was a mess and her face had that "Just Fucked" glow. Ignoring the hair, Helena made her way back to bed, with a naked MacFarlane waiting in it. The sheet covered his bottom half, but she could make out the beginnings of a six-pack. As she slid in next to him, he put his arm around her and she snuggled in close.
"So, cuddle buddy. What next?"
"I'm starving. Post-sex food run?"
"Done. I'll call the front desk." Seth called downstairs and the concierge and gave him directions to a burger place not too far from the hotel.
"Get up, cuddle buddy. We're getting burgers!" Seth hopped out of bed and retrieved his wayward boxers.
"Wait, how are we going to get there?" Helena asked, finding her bra hanging from the TV.
"I'm driving. C'mon. I'm famished from that workout." Seth smiled as he walked over to grab his shirt, slapping Helena's ass in the process. She shrieked out in surprise, slapping his hand away and giggling.
Seth MacFarlane was a powerful man. In one phone call, Seth was able to procure a Mercedes convertible at midnight. As soon as the valet handed Seth the keys, the two hopped into the car and into the humid Hawaiian night. The sounds of the island filled the air and the wind whipped through Helena's air. As she breathed in the warm, tropical air, she thought about what just happened. It had been six months since she last had sex. It was two days before she finally broke it off with Bradley. The sex itself wasn't memorable; it was actually quite routine at that point, an expectation. Both were unable to admit it was over just yet.
Both of their careers just constantly in the way: Bradley was just in demand as Helena. Or, at least, that was the excuse they gave the press. Bradley was never there, even when we was physically present. Helena hated being alone, even when she was with him in the same room. As she looked over at Seth, she wondered if she was really ready to do this again. Cliché as it sounded: it was difficult to date people in this industry. Your job was always there. Even when not on sets or rehearsing, there was always the press and the media tours. The talk show appearances and the constant worry about picking the right or wrong part.
Helena pushed it all her doubts, her worries out of her mind. Right now, she wanted to be in this moment, with Seth.
Seth pulled up to a tiny shack on the beach, decked out in tikki torches and all the Hawaiian themed décor one could ever imagine.
"Alright, you pick a table, I'll get the food." Seth said.
Despite the hour, the beach was packed with locals and tourists alike. Helena picked a table under a palm tree and waited for Seth. He returned with two trays of burgers, fries, and beer.
'My trainer is going to kill me. I probably need to eat only kale for the next week to make up for the last two days," Seth joked.
"I personally just plan on not wearing anything tight or form-fitting. But, not for too long, because then I'll get the pregnancy rumors." Helena cracked.
As she bit into her burger, Seth looked at her pensively.
"What is it? I was kidding about the pregnancy thing. Too soon?" Helena asked.
"No, it 's not that. I'll just deny it's mine anyway. " Helena shot him a look.
Seth giggled. "I kid, I kid. I was just thinking about the first time we met and when you said you had never seen any of my shows. Is that true?"
"Well, I know I've seen bits and pieces. I mean, who in my generation hasn't heard of Family Guy? I don't know. I guess it's not really my cup of tea. You know, adolescent. " Helena responded.
Seth thought for a moment. "Fair point. It's not Downton Abbey. I know my work isn't for everyone and that's cool. I actually like the fact that you haven't seen my shows. It makes this more genuine."
Helena looked at him, slightly confused. "Genuine?"
"I'm used to people to be surrounded by people who tell me what I do is great, with the exception of critics, who all hate my fucking guts. I meet a lot of people who want to tell me how great I am and women who only want to be with me because of what I do. They all want something from me. I know, right now, that you are not at the table with me, because you want something from me. And that's very rare for me, at this point in my life."
Helena took a sip of her beer and thought about what Seth had just said. That was the other downfall of being in this industry: you never knew what people really wanted from you. "I want you to know that I would never use you like that. I'm here right now because I want to enjoy a delicious meal with my new companion."
Seth laughed. "Companion?"
"It's classier than fuck buddy."
They both laughed. They kept talking as they finished their food. The two were growing closer together, their bond growing stronger. Once done, the two drove back to the hotel.
"Would you like to stay in my room tonight? Yours needs clean sheets and smells like sex," Seth asked.
"Did you ever consider that maybe I wanted to sleep in a room that smelled like sex and had dirty sheets?" Helena retorted.
Seth looked Helena in the eyes. "Two words: Hot. Tub."
"Okay, next time. Open with that."
