On the drive back to her hotel, Kim's mind raced. She thought about Los Angeles and all the things she had to do when she got back home in a little less than a week from now. She also thought about Ellis and what she'd have to deal with regarding him in the very near future, but mostly she thought about her sister, Rachael. Rachael had called her cell phone and left at least a half dozen messages since she left for San Francisco. Kim wanted to talk to her but she had absolutely no idea how she was going to explain Brian and what they've been up to since before she even left LAX.
Rachael had become extremely protective of her little sister since the night of the showdown with Ellis Richards. The images of that night tried to re-emerge to the surface just as they had done with Brian a little less than an hour ago, but she pushed them back down into the dungeons of her soul. She had to talk with Rachael and she had to be calm, coherent and unbelievably convincing when she did. Rachael had to be believe everything was perfectly fine.
By the time Kim made it back to her hotel room, it was almost eight o'clock and she had decided to take a hot shower before she made the call to Rachael. She somehow felt dirty again, like Ellis had beaten and raped tonight like he did on that night all those months ago. She remembered coming home from the police station that night and standing in the shower for hours, trying mercilessly to scrub the skin clean off her body. It didn't work of course and even though nothing had really changed, she felt better after the shower. She always felt better after a shower and she was hoping for the same feeling tonight.
Kim stepped her naked body into the already pulsing shower and let the water flow down her neck and over her still quivering body. She grabbed the small bar of hotel soap sitting on the edge of the tub. She tore off the wrapper and tossed it through the shower curtain onto the floor. She held the tiny bar in her hands, almost in a praying position before she lifted her left arm and wiped the bar down the underside.
The white suds began to lather and stream down her body with the force of the showerhead guiding them. The bubbles migrated like quick moving icebergs down her soft shoulders and between her heavy, supple breasts. One bubble caught the tip of her tiny, brown nipple and clung there before popping as the warm water splattered it from above. She was lost in the relaxing feel of the water on her suddenly tired body.
She'd almost forgotten about Ellis for a moment until her hand slid over a reminder of another of Ellis's drunken tirades. Her sensitive fingers lightly danced over the long scar on her right side near her belly. She was used to it now and most times, didn't even notice it. She bent her head to look down at it, the spray from the showerhead matting her long curls to her face. She let her fingers hang there feeling the long, three inch protrusion it made on her skin. She quickly dropped her hands and tried to release it and Ellis from her mind. She did, too.
All she had to do was think about Brian.
She thought about that afternoon on the plane from LAX. That hour, that one simple hour on that plane sitting next to him was the happiest one she could remember having in a long time. She tried to think of the last time she had enjoyed anyone's (a man's) company so much and she couldn't. Brian had found that place in her again, that place she thought was lost forever. She found herself so incredibly grateful to him for doing so even if it was only for a little while.
Suddenly, new images came to the forefront of her mind's eye. She saw Brian's strapping bare back walking to the shower that first morning. How he had asked her to join him and how she wanted to say, "yes" but said nothing instead. She thought of what he did while he was there.
She closed her eyes and imagined his lean, naked and wet body. She pictured him slowly wrapping his strong hand around his hard throbbing cock, making a fist and pumping; his muscular arms flexing beneath the droplets of water pelting his lightly tanned, white skin. Suddenly, she was there with him under the waterfall, allowing him to kiss and fondle every part of her aroused body.
Her fingers slowly inched down to that aching crevice between her thighs, the tiny bar of soap almost hidden within her hand. She rubbed the stiff, slick bar against her clit and felt her body jerk in response. Her mouth and her legs instinctively opened wide.
She let her soapy middle and index fingers eagerly slide between the folds of her fuzzy mound. She rubbed the area up and down before her fingers quickly and quietly slipped into her waiting hole. First two, then three...her back arched at her finger's entry and the soap in her hand fell to the base of the tub with a clank, forgotten. Right now she was in the shower with Brian making love to him under the massaging spray of their hot and steamy shower.
Her fingers were his strong and massive cock plunging in and out of her with the force of the world behind it. She stood there underneath the shower with her eyes closed and her hand fervently violating her body in a way that sparked so much pleasure inside her she felt she could cry.
With her free hand she grasped at the showerhead to keep her balance as her climax's first wave was upon her. Her head jerked back and her throat made tiny hiccupping sounds as her fingers and her hips met each other, dancing to a beat only they could hear.
The second wave was more intense. It flung her body forward and she rested her head on the porcelain wall in front of her. Her whole body convulsed and loud gasps fell from her open mouth. She licked her lips and felt the shockwaves slowly begin to subside. Her fingers slowed their dancing frenzy inside of her and she felt her body, relax –
really
relax for the first time in a very long time.
Kim wiped her wet hair from her face and smiled. In her mind, she had just made love to Brian Wilson whether he knew it or not. She also thought that maybe that was the closest to making love with him that she'd ever allow herself to get.
Kim finally pulled herself from the shower at least another half hour after she came. She quickly slipped her black nightgown on over her naked body and took a seat on the edge of the bed next to the night stand.
Her cell phone was there. She knew she needed to call Rachael. She looked at the hotel's digital clock next to the phone. 9:33.
Kim sighed, picked up her cell phone and punched #3, the short cut to Rachael's cell. It rang only once before a hurried voice picked up the line. She figured the caller ID had alerted Rachael to her call before she even answered the phone. Kim braced for the onslaught.
"Kim!? Girl, where the hell ARE you? I've been trying to call you since yesterday! Are you okay?" Rachael was frantic. Kim could hear her slamming what she thought was a plate down on a table.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," her words came slow and deliberate. "I'm sorry I didn't call you earlier, I've just been so busy with..." Kim suddenly realized she had no idea what she was going to say next. She couldn't tell her about Brian. Not now, not ever, she thought. In less than a week, Brian would be history, anyway. She was going back home to LA and Brian's home was here in San Francisco. There was no need to ever mention him to anyone.
"You scared the living
shit
out of me, girl! Do you know I've been calling police stations and hospitals all over San Francisco trying to find your crazy ass!?"
Kim tried to suppress a laugh. It was always all or nothing with Rachael. She was known for overreacting and this, to Kim, was certainly the crowning glory of her drama queen-dom.
"I'm sorry. Every time I picked up the phone to call you, something came up." Kim knew it was a shitty excuse, but she hoped Rachael's hysteria would cloud her reasoning as usual. She wasn't disappointed.
"Girl, shit!" Rachael paused and caught her breath. "Why do you always damn near give me a heart attack? It's like you're
trying
to kill me." Kim heard another clank of a dish in the background.
"I'm sorry," was all Kim could think of to say. She wanted to change the subject to her latest adventures in the bay area, subtly leaving out her charming and handsome tour guide. But then decided to wait for Rachael to change the subject instead.
"Well?" Rachael said in an almost calm voice this time.
"Well, what?" Kim asked already knowing the answer.
