A few hours later, my home came into view. I slowed us down and drove around it to give Sosoni a view, and then I pulled up to the driveway and shut down the vehicle.
Sosoni was hesitant and awestricken at the sight of the house. I held my hand out to her, telling her it was my home.
I pointed to the woods. "Sosoni home," I said, and then I pointed at the house and said, "My home."
She took my hand. I helped her off the ATV and carried her around to the front door. I unlocked it and took her inside. She gazed around in the entryway. I hauled her into the kitchen and sat her on a stool. It took a moment to find her balance, then she gazed at the utter strangeness of the kitchen.
I got two glasses, filled them with water from the sink and gave one to her.
I said, "Water." Then, I drank mine and she followed.
Afterward, I took her through my bedroom and into the master bath. I turned on the shower. Sosoni limped over and reached inside to feel the water. I put my hand in, too. As it cascaded over our skin, it began to get warm. Sosoni quickly drew her hand away. I laughed and guided her hand back under the stream.
"Water," I said. "Just water."
She let the warm water run over her hand and arm in joyful awe.
I undressed, and she did, too.
It was a large shower stall in the corner of the bathroom, five feet by five feet square, all tiled and with a 44-inch wall along one side. No door, it only had a low threshold.
I took her hand, and walking backward, led her inside. She watched the stream soak my head and shoulders. I let go of her and turned, covering myself in the hot water. Then, I stepped out.
She walked toward the stream, first touching it again with her hand, and then she plunged in. A joyful noise burst from her lips as her hair soaked through and clung to her body.
I stepped back and admired her.
Her long neck upheld a small, distinct head. The word that occurred to me was regal. She was like a princess in posture, dignified and haughty. She held her head high. Her cheekbones were wider; her nose, somewhat flat. The jawline was a shallow curve, not at all square, and her little chin just dipped beneath it. Her dark brown eyes were wide set and with thin, black eyebrows.
Her side profile was distinctly Native American. Her face seemed to stretch forward from her ears. From her chin to her nose, the profile sloped slightly out. From her nose to her hairline, it slanted sharply back. It made her seem alert and eager. Her lips, though full and voluptuous, naturally turned down. When she looked right at me, those lips didn't make her seem displeased, but she definitely looked as if waiting to be impressed.
Her breasts were like softballs—big, not obnoxious. Her coffee colored areolae were slightly elliptical, like two wide-set eyes on her chest. When Sosoni pivoted, her breasts didn't move and didn't shake. They were like fat erections jutting from her torso. Scanning down her waist, it occurred to me that, in fact, her breasts were a little obnoxious. Sosoni was so slender that the two globes seemed disproportionately large.
The core of her body stunned me at it sleek robustness. Her honey oak skin was absolutely smooth. And, it was taut, as if it barely contained something burgeoning underneath. Her tummy and waist were impossibly small. The long, rippling muscles of her legs only appeared when she moved, but when they showed, I knew this was a woman of great agility and speed. They had the quality of a spry young horse.
Her ass was two small hemispheres of solid muscle, compacted together and covered by that velvet brown skin. Sosoni's hips were narrow, with only the faintest hint of a curve, but her butt definitely had curves. From the side, it projected out at the top of her thighs in a half moon. From behind, it looked bulbous, tightly packed with iron muscle and then smoothed over with soft, fatty flesh.
She turned to look at me, and I shook my head in amazement at her face and figure. I didn't think I rated such nobility of face, youthful energy, and abundance of allure.
I walked over, my hard cock swaying. She made way for me as I walked under the water.
I took the shampoo and washed my hair. After I rinsed, I let her smell the bottle. The potency of the aroma seemed to surprise her.
I turned her front into the stream of water and got behind her. My dick pressed into her ass, and I poured shampoo into my hands and took her black locks, all three feet of them, and washed lathered them. I worked up to her head and massaged her scalp. The sopping ends of her hair dragged across and dabbed my cock. When I finished shampooing, I spun her around, and held her head, rinsing the suds free.
She frown-smiled at me, and never did she look more stunningly attractive.
As she let the hot water slide over her body, I covered mine in suds with a soapy washcloth. She watched me. After I rinsed clean, I replaced her under the stream, and I washed every part of her body. I spent a good deal of extra time cupping and squeezing her breasts through the sopping fabric of the washcloth. I was certain that her pussy and ass sparkled like jewels from my efforts down there.
I shut off the shower and grabbed towels for us. Dabbing gently upon her wounds, I dried Sosoni off, and then myself.
I brushed her hair, and then I treated and dressed her wounds. Her shoulder and shin, despite her long walk, looked good—better, even. Her ankle, however, had swollen up again. I wrapped it tightly.
I carried her to the bed and set her down on the edge. She felt the sheets and the softness of the mattress, and I gazed on her naked body. My cock remained rigid. I had been so hard for so long, it ached.
I wanted to fuck her.
***
Toward the end of my senior year of high school, I got cocky and invited the hottest sophomore in the school to go to the prom with me. Our school was a bit small, so we had a junior-senior prom. Sophomores weren't allowed unless invited.
She was young and beautiful, and me being a senior and having invited her to prom, she looked at me like I was a superhero.
After I picked her up and did pictures at her parents' house, we went back to mine, so that my parents could get a few snaps of us together.
My Dad got a good look at my date and how she looked at me, and after pictures, Dad pulled me aside for a private conversation.
"Listen, son. Don't ever think that you're worthy of some woman's virginity. You're not. No man ever is. Never can be. It is too precious a gift to be given. And you mustn't ever receive such a gift—ever—unless you have already decided—beforehand, mind you—that you are going to marry her. Understand?"
I nodded. He tousled my hair and shoved me out the door.
***
