| BATH TIME Bleah, I thought. 10AM, Sunday morning, in the tub. After a breakfast of two aspirin. I hoped I had managed to recall all of last night�s activities. I seriously hoped I hadn�t done something stupid. Groan. I guess I�ll know when she opens the door with the butcher knife. Of course, we�d both been pretty blasted. Maybe, just maybe, I hadn�t pawed her and slobbered. And maybe the moon really is made of green cheese. Knock, knock. �RRRrrrghh, hold on a sec.� Well, she was knocking instead of hammering. A good sign. Might mean she�d just kill me quickly. The way I felt, anything would be a mercy. We�d known each other long enough to have few qualms about modesty, but for form�s sake I draped a washcloth tastefully over the lower part of my anatomy before reaching up to unlock the door. �Just thought I�d see how you were holding up.� No knife. But, she also knew where I kept the guns. �ugh.� �Ah. I see. Feel like talking?� �mmph. Yeah. Just do me a favor. Hand me that other washcloth.� I always appreciate the female form, even when I feel like yesterday�s newspaper... after the dog�s read it. By chance, the washcloth was on the bottom shelf of my �linen closet� (just a set of plastic shelves, but at least it was cheap and matched the porcelain). My vantage point allowed me to appreciate the way the shorts she�d appropriated rode up enough to give me a rather tantalizing view. �Here you go.� �Thanks. Shorts look good on you, by the way.� I gave her the smart-ass grin. �Hmmmph.� She grinned back, which I took as a very good sign. Either nothing had happened, or she didn�t remember. �Have a seat.� I patted the side of the tub, then dipped the washcloth in the water and rested it across my forehead and eyes. Heat soaked into my brain, and I felt pretty good for a couple minutes. �What�s on your mind?� I asked. �Last night.� Uh-oh. �Um, uhhh, sorry, you know how I get when I�m drunk, I, uhhh, apologize, and...� She laughed. �Nothing happened. Except I managed to get some things off my chest.� �oh.� I thought for a second, and censored a quick half-dozen smart-ass remarks about her chest... which was really nice, by the way. She�d also grabbed a white V-neck T-shirt from the bottom of my drawers. It was just a little tight and I bet... I quashed that line of thought also. �Well, um, I�m glad you could open up. I mean, I�m glad you had the experience. That is, umm.� Man, what was with me? I figured it had to be because I�d been a while without. She was looking me rather oddly. �Sorry. Brain�s still a little fried. What I meant to say is, I�m glad I was here to listen.� There. She said, �Ah. I see. Well, I guess I can understand that. I�m glad you were here to listen, too.� Then she frowned a little and looked away. I took the silence to mean she was getting ready to say something else, but wasn�t sure how to put it. For once, I shut up and thought about what I�d just been saying. I mean, it wasn�t like I�d never thought about doing it with her. Being a normal, healthy male, I had an equally healthy fantasy life. And, while we�d often joked and flirted with each other, it was pretty much understood that they were just jokes. When you�ve known someone half your life, you tend to do that. So why on earth was I suddenly nervous and sweaty? I decided I�d chalk it up to a: I was naked underneath my washcloths, b: I�d been having a rather long drought, and c: I was hungover. I snorted, pulling my washcloth over my eyes so I didn�t have to see that smooth, creamy, delicious-looking thigh close to... Knock it off. �What are you snorting about?� She had a pretty frown, at least when it wasn�t because of something stupid on my part. �Nada. Zip. My synapses are still firing, but I think they�re shooting blanks.� �mmm.� Even with the washcloth over my eyes, I could tell she was studying me. I reached up with a somewhat soapy hand and poked her lightly in the thigh, then held my hand up. She clasped it loosely. I said, �I don�t know if I told you this, but I�m glad you�re here.� �You did. About a hundred-fifty times last night.� �Oh. Well, I�m still glad to see you.� I could hear the smile on the words. �You said that as well. I�m glad to see you too. Even like this.� �Oh, ha-ha. I�m three-quarters dead already, so you�re gonna finish me off in the tub.� �Something like that.� She stood up. I used the opportunity to take a deep breath and dunk my head. The washcloth floated off my head, but I had my eyes shut anyway. I did take pains to hold down the lower cloth, though. When I came back up, I let my breath out slowly and deliberately. I was afraid if we kept up too long, I wasn�t going to be able to keep myself modest. Her touch did strange things to my anatomy. �Give me your hand.� I could tell she was kneeling by the tub by the way she sounded. Hoping I could maintain some dignity, I lifted one hand up and held it out for her. No matter how long you know someone, they always manage to surprise you. I, for one, certainly wasn�t expecting what came next. Shot my dignity all to hell, too. She took my hand in both of hers and brought it next to her chest, laying the palm flat. It took a second to register that my hand wasn�t flat, it was curved around something very pleasant. Then I realized it was touching flesh, not a T-shirt. Then I realized my washcloth had floated away. And finally, I noticed I was breathing very, very hard. My eyes flashed open, but I didn�t dare look over to see where my hand was. I thought I was about to lose it. I�m still drunk, and this is all a dream. I�m gonna find out in two seconds, my hand is really cupping a corner of my pillow. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could, gulped, then opened them. Still in the tub. I brought my left hand up and pinched hell out of my chest. Still in the tub. �ohboy. ohboyohboyohboy. ohboy. hooboy. hoo. whoo,� I muttered. Closing my eyes again, I let my hand drift around that warm curvature. I slid it up, and felt a rather erect nipple slide into the fleshy pad between my thumb and forefinger. I closed my thumb and squeezed it gently. I felt more than I heard a soft sigh escape her. Now I did open my eyes and look at her. The look in her eyes was not one I�d seen before, nor one I�d ever thought I�d see. Sort of half-fearful and half-loving, with a bit of lust in there. I�m ashamed to admit I backed up to the far corner of the tub (of course my hand stayed where it was; my hand knows better than to give up a free feel even if I�m chickenshit. Besides, the way she was holding it made it clear that she liked it where it was). �What -� my voice cracked �- what the hell is going on?� She locked her eyes on mine. �Don�t you want this?� Now it was my turn to frown. �Yes, � I said softly, �but do you?� She dropped her gaze. I moved back to the other side of the tub. Taking my hand from that warm breast was agony, but I lifted her chin and made her look in my eyes again. I�ll admit it. I wanted to look in those eyes again as much as I wanted to be sure of the truth. She�s got such beautiful eyes... But that wasn�t the point. The point was, I�d thought the line had been drawn pretty clearly a long time ago. Now she wasn�t so much crossing it as erasing it all together. It was confusing. And if there�s one thing I hate more than being confused, it�s being hungover and confused. And wet and naked too. I can handle these things individually, but at 10:07 AM it was a little rough. So: I was kneeling in the tub, wet, naked, and shivering; she was kneeling on the bathmat, dry, naked, and also trembling. I couldn�t help it. Between my hormones and the look of sheer pain and loneliness I saw when her eyes met mine again, I arguably could not restrain myself. I kissed her. All the kisses I�d given and gotten fled my mind. Despite the circumstances, it still ranks number one among them all, but that�s like saying an atomic bomb is a big firecracker. It was marvelous, it was beautiful, it was... too short. I needed eternity. I got almost a minute. Plus two more to bring my brain back from heaven. When I could catch my breath, I said, �Wow.� �Wow,� she replied. Then she looked me right in the eye, and said, �Yes. I want to. Badly.� I looked down at myself, then at her. I said, �Get in here.� Fortunately neither of us are very tall. We wound up with me in back, my legs around her, while she sat in front of me and laid her head on my chest. Baths usually get too cold too quick for me to take them on a regular basis (I know what you�re thinking, and I DO take a shower each morning.) This time, the water felt like it was nothing short of boiling. I was VERY aware my erection was tucked in the small of her back, and since she liked to wriggle a little, I think she was aware of it too. We didn�t say anything else for a while. Situations like these have better uses for a mouth than words. I proved this by snaking my head over her shoulder and biting her ear very gently, blowing across it like I was Zephyr. She reached out and stroked my legs. I located one of the washcloths and dribbled hot water on to her breasts. I must say, this was definitely proving to be a world-class hangover cure. There was just enough sunlight coming in to give her skin that satiny glow. The soap made our skin very slick, so there was quite a lot of sliding and slipping. All that felt great, but it was nothing compared to what happened next. She took her ear away from my breath. I was mildly disappointed, until she put my hands on her breasts again, whispered, �love me� and sank her tongue into my mouth. Oh, man, was I happy. I stroked, caressed, tweaked, rubbed, and played with her nipples until she could cut diamonds. I responded to her kiss with my tongue, putting it to all the use I could, tasting her, drinking her in. My universe contracted until there was nothing but her tongue and mine, her skin with mine, her breasts beneath my fingers. For ten years I�d saved this up. I�d fantasized, dreamed, wished and hoped for so long. Thinking about that almost made me lose it. My worst trait has always been needing to know why. Some small voice warned me if I did that, all this would end. Why was for the future. I realized I trusted her enough to tell me why in her own good time. Now mattered. Now it was my job to make sure she had no reason to regret this. Somehow or another (my memory is still fuzzy - with good reason, I should think) I got her turned around so she was sitting on my stomach. Her feet were beneath my shoulders and I got my first really good look at her. She was a goddess. She was beautiful. She made a rather inelegant position look regal. And when she bent over and presented a nipple to my mouth, I was bliss. I tongued it, swirled it around, licked it. I took it between my teeth and nibbled, very gently. And when her eyes closed, I sucked on it, flicking it with my tongue. She reached behind her and got a grip on me. I sucked in a bunch of air through my nose, and I guess the passage must have formed a vacuum or something because she gasped and gripped me harder. I took her other breast in my mouth and did it again. �ouch.� I grimaced. �Sorry, � she breathed and eased up on me just a little bit. We did that for a couple more minutes - I think - time didn�t seem to really matter that much - then I noticed it was getting decidedly warmer on my belly. I decided it was time to take care of that. So I released her breasts. Then I slid beneath us until my legs were bent up against the tap side of the tub. The water covered everything from a millimeter below the corners of my eyes. She had lifted herself up, obligingly, until I was in position. When I looked back into her eyes, she eased herself down onto my mouth, slowly. I waited until just the right moment, then drew my tongue up the length of her slit. When it reached the top, I flicked her clitoris for the briefest of moments, then drew my tongue back around and outside her lips. I slipped it in between the inner and outer pairs and drew it back and forth. At times I made the tip as hard as I could and thrust it at her, as far as I could - other times it was a paintbrush, long gentle strokes against every nerve ending I could find. I sucked, and thrust my tongue up inside her; I blew gentle cool breaths across the opening, and against her clit. I put every bit of yearning and loving I could into the tip of my tongue, letting it tell her how much I wanted and needed her. Nothing felt better than when her hips began to buck against my face. I let her build, faster and faster, until she was on the verge. I pulled my head out from beneath her (not as easy to do as to tell about). I let my tongue trace its way back up to her chin, then licked the tip of her nose and grinned while she glared at me. �You stopped.� There was not a little anger in her voice. �Love, you know I like to tinker. I just thought it time to use a more appropriate tool.� I slid in. �oh. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.� I wasn�t sure if that was her, or me, or both of us. I�ve heard all kinds of stories about a perfect fit. For me, at least, this definitely was. A velvet glove folded over me and pulled me in all sorts of delightful ways. I sat up and let her back rest against my thighs. Slowly we rocked back and forth, making little waves in our tiny ocean, and much bigger ones in the two of us. Once, a long time before this, I�d done it in a lake. Despite our cramped conditions, this was a million times better. For one thing, I knew I was deeply in love with this woman. For another, I felt connected to her. This all felt so right. I was very glad I�d stifled that little why? voice. I don�t know how long we rocked there. I know she came once, almost immediately, thanks to the ground (water?) work I�d done earlier, but after that, time seemed to sorta melt away. It couldn�t have been hours, since the water was still warm, but it felt like forever. That day, I reached deep within myself and spun us a cocoon of absolute isolation. Just me and her, me inside her, her inside me, us together against the world. At least, that�s the only thing I can think of to describe whatever happened to us. We became so linked, when we did come, I thought, That�s it. Hope heaven is just like this. Together we poured an orgasm into each other, both of us reinforcing and redoubling it, some kind of feedback loop that swept us up and became something larger than us. We lay in each other�s arms as the water began cooling around us. �Hon,� I said. �We�ve gotta get out of here sometime.� �I know.� �Come on.� Dripping and rather wobbly-kneed, I stood and pulled her out of the tub. We were all silly grins as we dried each other off. After drying her feet, I stood and hung the towel on the rack. I turned and took her hands in mine. �I have to ask you a question.� Her grin faltered and became a rather sad smile. �You want to know why.� I smiled my own sad smile and said, �No. You don�t have to tell me that. Ever, if you want. Just tell me this. Do you love me?� Her smile broke out big then. �Oh, yes.� �I love you too.� And I kissed her. That one made it up to number two on my all-time list. I faltered, a little, as our kiss broke. �Do you remember, a long time ago, me saying I wished I could really make love to you?� She nodded, very serious now. I went down on my knees before her, and kissed her hand. �Darling, may I make love to you?� �I thought we just did.� I grinned a rather toothy grin. �No. That was sex.� I lost the grin. �It gets better.� I took her hand, and led her into the bedroom. Two souls met. But, that�s something I�ll save for later. I ran the words through the spellchecker, ran the grammar check for shits and giggles, and prepared to save. Just before I hit the button, a pair of soft hands rested on my shoulders. �New story?� she asked. �Yup.� Without asking, she ran the scroll back to the top and read the whole thing in a few minutes. I could�ve protested, but her other hand was doing nice things to my shoulder. �Sooooo... who�s this �friend� in the story?� I shrugged. �Is she me?� I actually giggled at that. �I�ve known you for too long a time. We know where we stand with each other. You know I love ya. You love me too. But, friends don�t have to be lovers to love each other.� �Hmmm. Okay then.� She walked out of the room. I thought about it for a second. That was a little weird. I decided it was due to the wine we�d killed with dinner. Hold it. Why�s the tub running? MTLink |
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