Helen in High Heels Part I [MF] [Long]

This specific story starts when I was starting college. I went to high school in a small suburban town and was well known and liked in my town. In the same town, I used to go to church periodically with my parents. I wasn’t particularly religious or anything, but I enjoyed going because I had friends there and we used to hang out after. Also, who doesn’t love messing around with Christian girls rebelling against their parents.

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The transition from high school to college was blunt. I went from knowing everyone and knowing i was liked by everyone to not knowing anyone. I was tall, lanky and kind of awkward, basically your typical incoming freshman. My “jock” credits from my small town high school had not transferred over to the big state college and I felt a little out of place. I still had big dreams and I was naive enough to think I can fulfill them. I wanted to be a doctor so I signed up for all pre-med classes. I subscribed to a bunch of medicine podcasts and I downloaded some apps. Bright-eyed and bushy tailed, I walked into a biology lecture with 200+ people, all thinking they can be doctors.

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After my first semester, I was starting to doubt myself. I got a C- in Biology I and was eligible to move on to Biology II but the C- had taken everything I had. I had stopped taking care of myself, gained a few pounds because I stopped exercising. I now had an unruly beard that I didn’t care enough to shave and a messy head of hair. I was slowly realizing how unlikely my goal was.

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But nonetheless, I showed up for Biology II and was ready for another semester of getting my ass pounded. The class was much smaller now. I think I was told that only 112 students passed Biology I and were eligible to start this class, this made me feel a little good about myself. The lecture was now in a smaller auditorium and felt a little more intimate (as if 112 students in a room could be intimate). After the first class was over, it felt like more if the same… C- here I come.

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Then, as I walking out, someone tapped me on the shoulder, ” I didn’t know you were in this class?”

Surprised, I turned around to find Helen. “Yes, Biology II, I am here. I am pre-med. I never saw you in Biology I. Have you been here the whole time.”

“No, I took Bio I last year, so I had to wait a year to start up again. I had to take time off when Jack got sick last year.”

“Oh, yeah. I am glad he is doing better.”

Her name was Helen. She was a 35 year old lady who attended the same church I did. She was married (to Jack) and had two kids. I knew she worked as a social worker (or something similar) but we had never really talked about her job. In fact, her had I had never really talked for any period of time. We had worked on somethings for the church together. We had gone out to dinner in large groups. But I didn’t know much about her.

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Her husband, on the other hand, I knew fairly well. He was friends with my dad, he was significantly older than her, around 45 or 46 or so. He worked for an insurance company and he did very well for himself. I once baby sat their kids and I remembered their house was very very nice. The Christmas before, he had a “procedure”. I never really found out what the procedure was from my dad but I knew he in the hospital for a while. There were a lot of “Please pray for Jack” texts going around at that time. I always thought he was a pretentious asshole so to be honest I never paid attention.

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Helen however, was a nice lady. She was warm and sweet. Very well dressed all the time. This was something I never really appreciated in high school. She was just just one of the mom’s in church. She was tall, and she always wore high heels, tight pants that showed off her long legs. And she had Long black hair that was always perfectly done. Nails always done. Drove a nice car. She had all the hallmarks of a woman who was well provided for.

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“Well, I guess I will be seeing a lot of you then.” She finally said. “It has been a while since I saw you in church.”

“Yeah. I have been very caught up with everything here.” I had to run across campus to my next lecture so I was starting to inch away. She noticed.

“Alright, well I won’t keep you.” I smiled cordially. “But if you ever need any help, I have notes from my friends that finished the class last year. They are super helpful.”

She recaptured my attention. “Oh yeah, that would be awesome.” I said enthusiastically.

“You have my number, right?” I nodded. “Just text me.”

“Ok, bye.” I was happy to think that I can just copy her notes and maybe do a little better than a C fucking Minus. I was sure she would let me cheat off of her.

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We didn’t talk again for about 2 weeks, until my next test. The night before, I sat in my room, pouring over my notes in a state of panic. I had been studying for days and I still felt that I knew nothing. I remembered Helen and her notes and thought, “what do I have to lose?” so I texted her.

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Me: Hi Helen, sorry for the late text but do you have any idea what is going to be on tomorrow’s test? I am panicking and I have feel like I am gonna fail.

Helen: Hi, don’t say that. You are very smart. You will do an amazing job. But as a matter of fact, I do know some of the stuff on the test.

Me: Thank you, that’s a very kind thing of you to say.

Helen: No problem dear. I am gonna send you pix of the noted I have. They have been very helpful in the past.

Me: Thank you very much. You are a life saver.

Helen then sent me 9 pictures of very neatly arranged notes. I printed them and studied them all night, next day I walked into the test certain to fail. I saw her across the room, dressed to the 9’s as she always is. She smiled and winked. We took the test. She finished first. I saw her get up and leave. She shot me another look and left.

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Three days later, the score came out. I got an 89. This had been the highest grade I had in college today date and it was all thanks to Helen. I picked up the phone to text her again.

Me: Hi Helen. IDK if you saw but the score are out. I got an 89 and its entirely thanks to your help. I just wanted to say thanks, couldn’t have done it without your notes.

…a couple of hours passed without a response.

Helen: That’s awesome. And stop that.. you are very smart. I know you are. You were gonna do a good job regardless. But maybe now that you are using my notes, you won’t stop avoiding the old lady from church when you are with all you school friends, lol.

Her response made me feel bad. I hadn’t been intentionally ignoring her. I just felt so stressed when I walked into that class every time that I couldn’t even remember that she was in it most of the time.

Me: Oh come on, I am not avoiding you. I walk into that class like a zombie everyday. Have you seen me with any friends?

Helen: Now that you mention it… but if you ever need any help, or a friend, I am always here.

Me: TBH, its been real hard. School is a lot harder than I thought it would be and I am kind of struggling.

I regretted sending that text after I hit send. I didn’t know why I sent it. Helen and I weren’t that close and I didn’t want to unleash my problems on her.

I waited for a text back but I didn’t get one for a few minutes. I figured she was sitting there regretting her offer to help and was looking for a way out. I figured I would give her one.

Me: Regardless, thank you for your offer. I really appreciate it and I appreciate your help on that last test. See you in class on Tuesday.

Helen: If you want, I study in Starbucks on Monday mornings. I usually get there by 9 and stay till 2 or so.

Me: Thanks for the invite. I have class that day. Maybe after.

Helen: I will be there. Stop by whenever.

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I didn’t go to meet her on Monday. I figured she was just being nice. But the week after that, a week before the next test. I figured I would go and try to get the notes from her. I didn’t want to blow her off until the night before the test again. When I showed up, she was sitting in the corner of the store. It was a busy store so she didn’t see me. She had her cup on the table in front of her, legs crossed, book resting on her crossed legs. She was wearing heels. She always wore heels. Her long skinny fingers were flipping the pages of the book. It struck me at the moment. Helen was gorgeous. Not like more of the girls I knew in high school or college. She was a woman. She dressed conservatively but very elegantly. She had this air about her, like she knew who she was and what she wanted out of life and was doing it. I saw her in a different light that day.

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I grabbed the chair next to her. “Well, hello there. Fancy seeing you here.” She looked up, surprised. She hadn’t expected me. It wasn’t a good surprise.

“Hi, I didn’t think you would show up.”

I was discouraged. She looked uncomfortable. “Oh well, how could I pass this up? Good coffee, good company, and the answers to test questions. Its win win.”

“Alright, well, go get yourself some coffee and then we can get started.”

The line was long and I was gone for about 10-15 mins. When I got back, she had her stuff packed up. “Sorry, I got a call from work. I have to go.” She left abruptly. I stood there afterwards, uncomfortable with what had just happened. I grabbed my stuff and decided to leave too. In my hand, a $7 cup of coffee…I hate coffee.

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Later that night, I got a text from her: Sorry, I left so quickly. I had to run because of work. I feel bad. But I will be there next week. Coffee is on me.

I didn’t know what to say: Sure. See you in class.

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Next time I showed up she was wearing a red dress. She shimmered in the light coming in from the big window front, she looked gorgeous. I walked up and said, “I am here now, got your running shoes on?” referring to last time.

She smiled, a mischievous smile. “I saved you a seat”.

I sat. We talked. A LOT. I don’t think we got any studying done that first day. She told me about her job, her life, her husband, her family, her kids. Three PM came around and we were still talking. Then 4 and 5.

“Oh, dear” she said, looking at her watch. “I have to go.”

“Yeah, me too.” I didn’t.

“I will forward you the notes for the next test.” I had forgotten about Biology and the test. I honestly didn’t really care.

“Oh yeah, doesn’t seem like we got much studying done today.”

“No it doesn’t” she said as she gathered her things. “Next Monday.” It was more of statement than a question. I nodded and smiled.

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