“Ethan’s going to be home pretty quick. We should probably get cleaned up,” he said under his breath.
“And stop doing that, you’re driving me crazy,” he breathed.
“What? This?” I asked as I pressed my palms into my tits and pulled them away, stringing his cum between my boobs and my hands.
“Yes,” he sighed as he pulled off his pajamas.
“You want to shower together?” he asked.
“I’d love to,” I responded.
As we walked toward the bathroom, I began to feel guilty. My offer to Ethan to shower together hadn’t produced much, and yet I continued to want more from him. I had never showered with a man, but wanted to. The books I read had scenes where people showered together, and it seemed intimate and sexy. Until now, I had wanted to experience that intimacy with Ethan.
I pulled my sweats off and glanced over at Cade. He seemed different. His messy hair was no longer cute, it was adorable. His body didn’t seem so thin; it appeared toned and physically fit. With his shirt off, his abdominal muscles were now prominent. His arms were long and lean, but full of muscle. What Cade and I shared in the kitchen was nothing short of magical, and beyond my expectations or any sexual experiences I ever had.
As I watched him step into the shower, he turned to me and smiled.
“Get in here, Rain,” he said as he pulled the shower curtain back, “I want to get wet and squeeze you in my arms.”
“Will you kiss me again?”
He nodded his head and motioned into the shower.
The thought of him kissing me again made me tingle.
And I began to wonder if what I was feeling was possibly the onset of love.
RAIN
There was little doubt in my mind regarding what had happened, but I didn’t dare express my feelings for fear of losing what we had developed. Cade and I had continued our sexual adventures for almost two weeks, primarily on Saturday’s while Ethan was at work, and I was clearly falling in love with him. My thoughts when he was away - and I was alone - included him and only him. In Ethan’s presence, however, I felt guilty and ashamed. I saw Ethan not as an older brother or a father figure, but as a slightly older protector. Strangely, I saw him as such for not only me, but for Cade as well. In Cades’ absence, my time with Ethan was different, but never intimate.
Ethan’s touch was always soft, but never sexual. His words were caring, but didn’t hint at any desire for having me act as anything other than the great friends we had become. I wanted more from Ethan, and as my love for Cade grew, I began to wonder if my hope for having or receiving more from Ethan was simply me wanting the satisfaction of knowing he appreciated having me in his life as much as I appreciated having him.
Although Cade and I had explored almost every sexual path available to us, we had yet to have sex. On the two occasions I mentioned it, he said he wanted to wait. Initially I was insecure about his refusal, but after two weeks, and knowing how I felt about him, I was beginning to see it as more of something I found to be cute. I secretly wondered if he was possibly a virgin, and began telling myself he was sexually inexperienced, and was waiting for marriage. The thought of it all eventually became very satisfying to me, and as much as I wanted to, I no longer asked for sex; but instead waited for him to proceed at his own pace.
I sat on the edge of the bar, facing the stove, and nibbled at my toast. As I ate my way around the edges, turning the square into as perfect of a circle as my mouth would allow, I grinned at my accomplishment. Cade stood between the stove and me, shaking his head.
“You’re adorable,” he said under his breath.
I looked up from my toast and grinned, “Thank you.”
I folded it in half and held it in the air, “Now it’s a taco.”
“I’d like to crawl into that head of yours and see life through your eyes for a while,” he said as he crossed his arms and fixed his eyes on mine.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I bit into my toast, taking half of it in my first bite.
“I don’t think you’d like it in here. It’s a pretty busy place,” I chuckled.
He nodded his head as he wiped his hands on his jeans, “I think I would.”
I shrugged my shoulders as I finished the toast, “Would what?”
“Like to be in there,” he said.
I shook my head.
“What would I find?’ he asked.
He was wearing jeans, a tee shirt, and canvas Sperry’s. Much different than I had ever seen him dress, but lately it seemed to be his choice of attire for the weekends. As I gazed at him and admired his neat appearance and beautiful hair, I realized how much differently I saw him now. He had truly become the object of my dreams.
I inhaled a breath, rubbed my hands on my thighs, flipped my feet outward, and exhaled as they bounced back into the edge of the cabinets.
“Shitty childhood memories, an honest hatred for the smell or taste of bleu cheese, zero compassion for people who take advantage of innocent children, a desire to one day have a new pair of shoes, a love of animals big or small – especially giraffes, an appreciation for art as long as it’s not a sculpture, a fascination for buildings constructed pre-1800, a whole bunch of marbles, and a newfound love for the smell of butter, amongst other things,” I blurted in one long, exaggerated, but extremely quickly spoken sentence.
“Marbles and butter,” he said with a laugh.
“When I was a kid in school, my counselor always said I had marbles in my head. I’m assuming she was right. And yeah, I love the smell of butter and toast now,” I said.
“Why’s that?” he asked
I raised my shoulders, held them in place, and widened my eyes, “Reminds me of you and the first day we kissed.”
He shrugged his shoulders as a look of almost embarrassment washed over his face.
“The smell of your shampoo makes my dick hard.”
“What?” I snapped back.
“Your shampoo,” he sighed, “That day, the first day we kissed, I smelled it the entire time we kissed. The stuff Ethan bought for you, the Sauvé or whatever it is. The smell of it makes my dick stiff. It’s weird. Well, it’s not weird, but it is. Now, every time I smell it, it drives me insane.”
“I can’t eat a piece of toast without getting all wet,” I giggled.
He raised his finger in the air as if he’d made a discovery, “You just ate two pieces.”
“I had one, the other is still on my plate. But one was enough,” I sighed as I glanced between my legs.
“Off,” he said as he reached for the legs of my sweats.
I wrinkled my nose and stared at him, “Huh?”
“Take these things off,” he grunted as he pulled against the sweats.
I pressed my hands into the countertop and lifted my weight from the bar slightly. As I did, he pulled the sweats down my legs and tossed them behind him on the opposite counter. Now sitting on the bar in my new pink panties, I felt a strange pride in being cleanly shaven and to be wearing clean, fresh, and especially pink panties. I’d certainly traveled a great distance in the last six weeks.
“Off,” he hissed as he pointed at my crotch.
I shrugged innocently, “My panties?”
He nodded his head.
I stood up on the counter and pushed my panties down my thighs and onto the counter. After a half successful attempt to flip them onto his head with my foot, they flew past him and landed beside the toaster on the opposite countertop.
Standing naked from the waist down, I didn’t necessarily know what he had planned, but I didn’t care either. I grasped my shirt in my hands and pulled it over my head. After tossing it onto the counter beside me, I removed my bra and tossed it at him.
He gazed blankly at me, took a breath, exhaled, and shook his head lightly, “You should be naked all the time.”
I pressed my hands into my hips and shook my head, “Wouldn’t go over well with Trent. Or the neighbors. Or really anyone but you.”
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“You look amazing,” he sighed.
“So do you,” I responded.
“No, your body. I swear, Rain. You’re nothing short of perfect. I could just. I don’t know. It’d be really easy to stare at you for like, I guess forever.”
“You guess?” I laughed.
“No, I could. I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of experience saying nice things to girls, but God. You’re beautiful,” he said as he stepped to the edge of the counter.
He might have guessed he could stare at my naked body forever, but I knew I could listen to him give me compliments from now until the end of time. His kind words, as awkward as they may have caused him to feel, were beginning to make me feel as if he was right, and that I was truly a beautiful woman. I had never really considered myself so, but now, even when I looked in the mirror after showering, I was beginning to see myself differently.
I twisted my hips back and forth nervously and smiled, “Thank you.”
“Lay down and dangle your legs over the counter,” he said, “I want to try something.”
“Okay,” I said apprehensively as I bent down and sat on the top of the counter.
After scooting along the counter and reaching the edge, I flattened myself out and dangled my legs over the edge.
“Okay, Rain Bauer at your service,” I sighed.
“I’m going to lick you down there,” he said nervously, “I haven’t got any experience, I mean like zero. So tell me if you like it or whatever. You know, kind of guide me.”
Oh dear God.
I quickly spread my legs and bit my lower lip. I didn’t even have to think about it, I knew I had as much experience getting my pussy licked as he did licking one. The thought of it drove me insane. Often, as I read my books, I dreamt of what it would be like to share such an intimate encounter with a man, and wondered how it would feel. As I tried to mentally prepare for something I knew nothing of, he knelt in front of me and lowered his face between my thighs.
His tongue licked upward along my pussy lips.
“Right there, I like that,” I blurted, “That’s the spot.”
His mouth pressed against the upper half of my pussy and his lips moved to encompass my clit. As his tongue darted up and down, flicking against my clit, my body began to tingle. My muscles tightened, and I heaved to even take a breath. I pressed my elbows into the countertop and raised my head slightly. For a fraction of a second, I watched the back of his head move as he slurped and sucked my clit. It was more than I could take. I closed my eyes and attempted to tell him the importance of continuing whatever he was doing.
“That…”
“Holy…”
I felt like my brains had been scrambled, and I had been left in a mildly brain damaged and very incapable state of mind. Something as simple as speaking was proving to be almost impossible. As I searched my mind for what to say, my breathing became labored and I began to feel hot all over. Something big was happening, and as much as I was enjoying it, I was scared half to death.
As he continued to suck my clit and flick his tongue against it, I wondered how someone so innocent could provide such pleasure to me. Cade was driving me beyond insanity by simply sucking my pussy. His tongue searching along my wet lips allowed a little relief to my clit, and after a moment of regaining my composure, he was back at it, working his magic on my swollen nub.
I began to quiver. My body felt flush. As my pussy started to tingle from within, I realized my mind was leaving me and headed to the heavens above.
“Forget the other,” I exhaled.
I inhaled a short, choppy breath.
“Spot,” I breathed.
“You’re right where you need…”
“To be…”
I collapsed onto the counter and closed my eyes.
As his mouth worked wonders on my clit, my body graciously accepted his offerings while my mind tried to reject the feelings it was being filled with. His finger began to slowly work in and out of my pussy as he continued to lick and suck my now swollen clit.
His concerns with his inability to perform were unfounded and without merit. Without thought, my hips began to work up and down with the rhythm of his tongue. As the movement of my hips increased slightly, I realized I was on the verge of exploding. I attempted to raise myself from the counter with my elbows, and finally gave up. I cocked my head to the side and, exhaled, and tried to do my best to keep from losing whatever it was that was happening inside of me.
“Don’t…”
Come on Rain, say something before he stops…
“Don’tchangeanythingkeepdoingwhateveryou’redoing,” I blurted as I crumbled into a pile.
A light tingling ran from my clit to my brain. Slowly, it increased. As my emotions came to a head, so did whatever he was doing to me. As his finger continued to slide in and out, and his tongue tortured my clit, my thighs pressed closed against his head and my ass lifted a foot from the counter.
“Oh my fucking…” I squeaked.
I stopped breathing for several minutes. The room went black, and was soon followed by a lightning storm against my closed eyelids. Magic filled the air, and my body exploded from my brain to my crotch and out my pussy. As I heard a squeal emerge from my lips, I realized I was breathing again. My hands found the back of his head, and attempted to hold it still. To call my pussy sensitive would be a huge understatement. I exhaled, inhaled a short breath, and collapsed onto the countertop with a thud.
“God…” I exhaled.
I hadn’t even realized I was sitting up.
“Shhhh…just be still,” I said as I patted his head with one hand and searched the countertop blindly with my other.
As my hand came in contact with the plate, I picked the piece of toast up, and raised it to my nose. I inhaled deeply.
Butter.
With my eyes closed and my mind still reeling, I realized I had just enjoyed the first real orgasm I had ever experienced. I never wanted this to end. Cade was my hero, my love, my lover, and my new pussy licking companion.
I shoved the piece of toast into my mouth and chewed it ferociously.
“What are you doing?” Cade said as he lifted his head from between my thighs.
“Eegan Toft,” I said through the pieces of mangled bread.
He shook his head and slowly stood.
“How did I do?’ he asked as he wiped his mouth free of my juices.
He stood before me as the most beautiful and handsome man I had ever seen. The way he made me feel was beyond compare. Not only did he make me feel special in his presence, he caused me to understand I was a beautiful woman, and all but forced me to see myself in an entirely different light.
I swallowed my toast and stared.
“You’re beautiful, and you did beautifully,” I said under my breath.
He gazed down at his feet, and after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke.
“I’m…I’m a…uhhm…”
“I’m a virgin,” he sighed.
Everything made a little more sense. For some reason, I wasn’t as shocked as one might have expected. I sat up on the counter and gazed into his blue eyes.
“Good,” I said.
“Good?” he asked as he moved closer to the counter.
I nodded my head and considered what I should say next. As I searched my mind for the right words, he began to speak.
“I didn’t have a dad growing up. My mom and my aunt raised me. She drilled it into my head; you know, waiting for sex and making sure it was the right person when it happened. She didn’t so much get hung up on the need for marriage, but she said giving yourself to someone should be special, and if you gave yourself away freely, you must not consider yourself worth much,” he half-whispered.
I considered what he said. After giving myself to anyone who had a $10 bill for four years, I felt worthless, cheap, and dirty. Now, having gone the longest period in my life without actually having sex, I was beginning to feel as if I was truly worth somet
hing, and with each passing day, my value increased.
“I couldn’t agree with her more,” I said as I opened my arms.
As we embraced, I moved my mouth to his ear.
“Cade,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he responded.
“You’re priceless,” I breathed.
And I meant every word I said.
ETHAN
Ever since I punched Jake in the jaw, my Saturdays had become filled with more work. In the past, we had left Saturdays open, allowing customers to come in at will for repair and service. Now, it was almost as if the policy had changed, having repairs scheduled well beyond the half-days we were supposed to be opened. Additionally, Jake and I were to alternate Saturdays, leaving one of us off work every other weekend. I had, however, worked all three Saturdays since our incident.
I glanced up at the clock. It was 9:30. After coming in two hours early, I had finished the installation of new exhaust and replacing a starter on the bike he had scheduled. Another customer had brought his bike in for an oil leak, and was waiting patiently as I pulled the first bike out onto the lot.
I walked to the customer’s bike and bent down looking at the underside for a leak. The only leak that was apparent was a terrible leak from the primary.
“Looks like a primary leak. I’ll need to pull the outer and inner primary and reseal them. It may take a shaft seal, but I’ll just have to see,” I said as I stood.
There was a poker run with the last bike out at 10:30, and if there was a way, I sure wanted to try and go.
“When can you have it?” he asked.
“Monday, say 10:30 in the morning?” I asked, “I’ll come in early.”
“Sounds good to me. My wife followed me. Can I just leave it?” he asked.
I nodded my head, “Absolutely. Just leave the keys with me and I’ll put it inside.”
“The ignition’s unlocked, but here’s the key,” he said as he handed me the key.
“Sounds good. Just stop in Monday, I’ll have it ready,” I said.
As I walked into the shop, I smiled at the customer waiting on the repair of the first bike.
“Okay, exhaust is on, and the starter is replaced. Sounds good and the starter hits every time. No worries,” I said.