Sex sections are bookended with "~~~" again. Feel free just read those sections if the rest bores you. The first one is right after the "^^^^^" break.
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Quick recap: Against my better judgment, I had taken charge of a nice girl who was humiliated and stranded in my friend's gay bar by a menacing biker chick. Said biker chick was rapidly approaching us outside the bar as we left, her fist wound back and her intentions clear...
"I know your community corrections officer!"
What...? Did you expect some deux ex machina stungun or rival biker gang to scare Angry Chick away? Maybe the whimpering girl behind me would turn out to be a ninja!? Or was I supposed to face my impending pounding with heroic resolve? In times of distress, my go-to responses are lying and legal threats.
A new amateur prison tattoo in WA probably meant an unexpected early release to community custody, which means automatic return for any new lawbreaking. Pure conjecture. Angry Chick could have simply wanted a tattoo that day. Still, the situational trajectory had her beating the living shit out of me, so I was willing to roll the hard six on any ploy that came to mind.
Angry Chick slowed doubtfully, apparently considering consequences. I pressed.
"We can have a conversation about public indecency and assault, or...?" Please think rationally you graceless brute?
"Or what, you stupid fucking cocksucker?" Is cocksucker more or less offensive in reference to a lesbian?
"Or, we could pretend nothing happened. No violence, no police, no harm and no foul. We never met you, and you never met us." Rub your two brain cells together and take the deal!
"Alright, bitch." She lumbered back across the street, cursing more quietly this time. I hurried the girl along.
"How do you know her parole officer?" She asked in earnest while we waited for the crosswalk. I hadn't ascertained yet whether she was dumb or artless. Turns out that she's really that initially trusting, despite some life experiences that should have jaded her.
"I don't. I lied. I lie frequently. Here's the garage."
Matt the valet leered openly at what he thought was my "trick" for the evening. He moped away like a deprived child at Christmas when I asked him to just bring my car around. While we waited, I lectured her sternly on being so trusting and compliant - especially with strangers – and reprimanded that her dangerous vulnerability was the fault of her own poor decision-making.
Then she willing got into my car.
Apparently my words had affected her though. She folded her hands in her lap and hung her head again, honey-golden brown eyes staring unseeing at my glove box. My glove box where I kept hand cuffs, vibrators, a pussy whip, a gag...
Yes, I still wanted to fuck her. Even disheartened and distraught, she emanated sexy. Nonetheless - depraved as I am - I wasn't going to take advantage of this helpless girl and tried to keep my lust hidden.
Unfortunately, the only two things that I can comfort sad girls with are physical intimacy or chocolate.
"You want to go out for some frosty chocolate milkshakes?"
She smiled at me.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
My girlfriend's alarm wakes me. I hate her alarm. And my bottom hurts.
She kisses my cheek before she leaves me. And she tells me to use the salve. I do and doze off again.
~~~I wake back up when I hear the shower. That gets me out of bed. I hustle into the bathroom. Shower sex!
My girlfriend is shampooing her hair. I wait for her to invite me in. She has long beautiful hair and legs. Her breasts are full and round. She keeps her pubic hair trimmed neatly. She likes mine to be shaved. I love her. I get impatient and say good morning.
"Good morning, my little naiad. Wanna get wet?" She holds out a hand to draw me in the large shower. I step inside. She hugs me into her wet body. I enjoy a good morning makeout in her arms. Then she cleans me up.
She washes my hair. Her hands are skilled. She gently massages the shampoo into my scalp. My eyes are closed against the soap. I feel her bring some bodywash to my side. I giggle when the cold tickles me. She laughs at that.
She's a bit more serious soon. I hear her turn off the handheld shower nozzle she was using. (There are two handhelds and several bodysprays. It's a big shower). She circles me and gets every inch with a washcloth. My body is completely washed from my forehead to my toes. She pauses behind me before touching my privates. She brings one arm under my boobs and holds me steady.
"How do you feel this morning, Little Naiad? Is your ass still sore?" She cares about me.
"It's not bad." I answer. It hurts, but I can live with it. Definitely worth it.
"Hmmmm," She slides a finger part way in. I moan. She wriggles her finger a bit. I feel it jolt deep in my pussy and moan more. "My dear girl, I believe those are moans of lust. Are we slightly more favorable toward backdoor play?" She presses her whole finger in. My knees buckle, but she has me.
"Yes. I like it." She removes the finger. Then she brings the washcloth between my legs and finishes washing me. I hear her walk back in front of me.
"Mmmmm. Good girl. I'll file that away. Meanwhile, you left something unfinished last night?" She puts pressure on my shoulders. I go to my knees on the padded rubber mat.
She places a hand on top of my head. I hear the water come back on. A cold blast hits my boobs. I gasp and shiver. My nipples are sensitive, so the cold is nearly painful. She turns the spray away instantly. She pets me with the hand on my head.
"I'm sorry, Kitten. Evidently the water had time to get cold. Hold on a sec and I'll...*evil chuckle*." The water warms, but I shiver again. I know that chuckle. That chuckle means my girlfriend thought of something wicked she's going to do to me.
It's never right away. I always have to wonder what she'll do. Her mood changes right away though. The hand on my head grips my hair. All the soap gets rinsed off me and warm spray hits me from all sides.
