Chapter Five
That weekend was spent learning each other.
And what an enjoyable exploration it was.
When I was giving her the foot rub she said she wanted, carefully manipulating each of those sexy long toes she got the giggles so bad that she actually peed a little which led to a sponge bath while I cleaned her up but didn't let her out of bed. And during the sponge bath, I found out just HOW sensitive she was around her anus. And that led to exploring that sensitive place, first with lips and tongue, then deeper with a finger and finally taking her from behind while she grunted her orgasm and I could smell the way she was cumming.
After we had rested for a while from that, it was shower time again and she "washed" my erection so thoroughly that I wound up ejaculating into the tub.
While we were standing there afterward, me catching my breath and her leaning on me she whispered "would you like to know a secret?"
I chuckled a little and said, "I want to know ALL of your secrets."
She leaned back a little and caught my eyes with hers.
Suddenly she was blushing furiously.
"Oh no," I said, lifting her chin with two fingers when her eyes dropped, "tell me."
She giggled and the blush kept up.
She took a deep breath and said "I usually pee in the shower."
I laughed and took her into my arms, capturing her, holding her tight.
"Me too," I said, relaxing and letting my bladder go.
Her eyes got big and she sort of squealed "DAVEYYYYYY!"
But I didn't let her go and soon enough I felt her own urine spattering on our feet together.
The scent of soap and urine and semen mingled with her excited woman scent and I found myself getting aroused again.
We washed each other, carefully, and then dried each other, thoroughly. It quickly turned into foreplay and we made love in the bathroom, her sitting on the vanity and me standing in front of her. I was learning her rhythms and patterns and we came together.
We played music and I was glad to see that she shared my love of oldies from the first generation of rock and roll. We would sing along to Chuck Berry or Ricky Nelson and dance, sometimes naked, enjoying acting like hormonal teenagers.
It was, all in all, probably the best weekend of my life.
And the sex was no longer just sex. We were making love. And as we lay there, side by side I realized that it was love.
We were in that afterglow that followed lovemaking. And she was particularly beautiful laying there too close for my eyes to truly focus on hers.
I leaned back just far enough to focus on her eyes, my cheek on the pillow, my hand on her hip, and said "I love you."
"Don't Davey," she said.
"Don't?" I said. "Don't what?"
"Don't ruin it, baby," she said and I could see she was starting to cry. Very softly. Tears leaking.
I propped myself up on my elbow and said, "ruin it?" my inflection making the question obvious.
"This is good honey, it's REALLY good, but don't overplay your hand," she said.
