Recap: (Joe, a shy and modest college student, is undergoing painful and experimental chemo for a brain tumor, and discovers that a friend from his church is willing to do anything he orders her to do, even though she refuses when he just asks her. After constantly testing her boundaries, he finally got her naked in his shower, letting him soap up her body - any and every part of her body that he feels like scrubbing. Now his erection is causing him as much pain as his headache, and he has decided to have her help do something about it.)
"Um," I said, staring at Kirsten, standing less than a foot away from me, naked, in the shower with water cascading down all around her. I had one hand on her ass and the other hand nestled in between her labia. I had already decided the next thing that I wanted, needed, to try. And somehow I felt sure she would let me.
"Do you care if I join you in there?"
"Oh," Kirsten replied. "I don't think that would be right."
"I mean," I corrected, realizing that I had asked again instead of giving a command, "I got puke all over myself, too, and I want to join you."
"I understand," she said. "But I don't think that would be appropriate," she answered. It was like she hadn't just made that argument and then ignored it 2 minutes seconds earlier. And I still had not given any command.
"Help me get my clothes off, so I can get in there, too," I told her.
"Ok," she answered, as she had been doing all afternoon. With water cascading between her breasts, running in little rivulets down her flat stomach and dripping off her dark brown pubic hair, she turned to face me, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and pulled it from me. I was in ecstasy, and I didn't care in the least bit about all of the water that was getting all over the bathroom floor and all over everything.
Once Kirsten had removed my shirt, she tossed it out the open bathroom door, but she didn't even pause as she moved to my jogging pants. She pulled open the hem, found where they were tied, and untied them quicker than I could breathe. I was having a hard time breathing. Then she bent over, pulling them down to the ground in one, fluid movement. I stepped out of them, more excited than I had ever been in my life, and felt her hands slide under each side of my boxers. She didn't pause, which was good because I still couldn't breathe. She just pulled them down as she had with my pants, and then helped me step out of them.
I could see that she was staring at my erection, and then saw that her nipples were suddenly getting very hard, very quickly. And I noticed that she started to blush.
"Tell me, what are you thinking about?" I commanded. I sure knew what I was thinking about.
"I was just thinking how odd it was that I didn't care at all that you could see me naked and that I could see you naked, too, even though all my life I thought that I felt like it was wrong. And then I was thinking about how hard your penis is which means you seem to be very turned on by something." Her answer was quick and to the point, and then she blushed deeper than she had the first time.
"Don't be embarrassed," I said. "About this or about anything else I ask." She immediately calmed. I cold literally see the blush leaving her face.
"Did you say that you needed to shower too?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "Help me get in."
My head hurt so bad that I really did need her help to step over the side of the bathtub.
"Have you ever wondered about what it would be like to have . . . to sleep with a guy?" I asked, once I was in. I had never seen my erection so large and so stiff before.
"Of course," she answered. Then she turned and resumed her shower and her nipples began to soften on her beautiful breasts. It was not the reaction that I had expected her to have.
"I got puke all down my front," I told her, then made sure that I gave a command. "Scrub me off."
"Okay," she agreed. She grabbed the soap and began rubbing my chest and stomach. Her breasts bobbed up and down while she worked. I reached out to squeeze one of them, but she shifted her body out of the way.
"You've still got something on your breast," I told her. "It's really stuck on there, so let me try to get it off." I reached out again, and this time she let me grab the dangling breast.
While I pulled and squeezed her breast, she continued to scrub my stomach.
"It's lower than that," I told her. "You need to scrub off my . . . privates."
"Oh, Okay," she agreed, moving her hands lower. "I'm sorry."
The hand holding the soap scraped through my pubic region and along the shaft of my cock. Her other hand dropped and wrapped around it. The hand didn't even have time to move the full length of the shaft when it erupted, shooting sperm all over both of her hands, her stomach, and down one of her legs. My whole body sighed with the release of pressure.
"Oh," was all she could manage to say. "Sorry." She didn't seem embarrassed, but did look upset. I could see that she was not happy with what she had done. Apparently, she'd discovered the limit of what she was willing to do for her little charade.
"That's okay," I told her. "It's a normal bodily reaction."
"Yeah," she said. But her nipples started to grow hard again, and her face started to flush. "I know, but still . . ." She held up one hand, with my sperm dangling off of it, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
