What do you do when your ultimate fantasy becomes a reality? You hold on tight and don't ask any stupid questions about it. I lay in bed, trying to keep that in mind with my arm wrapped around my sleeping fantasy woman. Leanne and I would probably have gotten together eventually, but after my sister and my mom had gotten me worked up to the point of no return...
I can't say I regretted what we had done, just that I could scarcely believe how intense that insane, often violent coupling had been. I had gone longer, harder and cum more than I would ever have believed was possible. Leanne had been equally unbelievable. I looked at her sleeping face, right in front of mine. Unbelievable, I thought for the fiftieth time.
Unfortunately, my body was now paying the price for that manic exertion. Despite the vitamins and supplements, despite drinking almost a gallon of water, the pain that was wracking my body was making it impossible for me to lie in bed. I kissed Leanne's forehead and then her nose before getting out of the bed with a groan. I stretched my arms above my head, trying to work out the kinks in my back. My buttocks and the backs of my thighs were cramping up almost continuously. At least the sunburn was no longer excruciating. Then again, it may just be that my muscle pain was so much more intense, like when you have a hangnail that hurts a lot until someone stomps on your foot.
My groaning and moving around wakened Leanne. I saw her eyes open in the mirror, saw her stretch out languidly in my bed, the sheet sliding down to reveal one of her magnificent breasts. I slowly turned around to face her. I was really trying to control my face, trying to smile at her, but I winced despite my best effort. I did manage to force a smile after that. Leanne smiled up at me, her face looking relaxed as she softly spoke to me.
"Oh, Josh. I can barely believe what we did. You were beyond my wildest dreams." Her expression vouched for her words, it was just dreamy as she gazed up and softly shook her head. She sighed softly then. A wry little smile came to her lips as she continued, "Of course, we're totally busted now. I don't even know what I'm going to say to Beth."
"You know," I said to her softly, "I was thinking the same exact thing an hour ago. But...we're not busted at all."
Leanne's eyes lit up. "How is that possible?"
"After I carried you in here and tucked you in, I walked out to the living room prepared to catch ten kinds of hell. Nobody was here. I walked through the whole house, saw my mom's car was gone but Beth's was still here. I thought they might be back any time, so I was scrambling around trying to clean up all the evidence."
Leanne had a little shiver pass through her as she recalled that evidence. What that did to her exposed breast was far too distracting. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before going on.
"Once I had done that, I wanted to make sure things looked as normal as possible when they got home. So I got dressed, came in and put your panties on you, and sat out there working on the placement stuff." Leanne's eyes had widened a bit when she realized that she was wearing her panties. I could see her mind working through the implications of that. I went on, "I did two more chapters in that World History book, and then realized I was starving, so I made a sandwich, grabbed chips and..." Leanne's expression told me that she was starving as well, now that I had mentioned food.
"Hey, why don't I fix you some lunch and we can continue this while you eat?" I suggested.
Leanne's face lit up again, and she hopped right out of bed and over to stand in front of me. That vision is planted in my brain to this day. I will carry it to my grave. I have to admit, though, I flinched a bit as she reached for me. Leanne's hands were gentle as she put them on top of my shoulders and rose up to kiss me. I kissed her right back, still marveling as my hands wrapped around her naked back and her breasts pressed against the sensitive skin of my chest.
She broke off the kiss, looking deeply into my eyes. "Amazing," she murmured. She then turned to get dressed. I was frozen there, my eyes worshipping that incredible sexy backside as she bent over to pick up her clothes, bent more deeply to step into her shorts. She turned to face me again as she started putting on her bra. Her delicious smile snapped me out of the spell she had me under. I smiled wryly and asked, "What can I make you for lunch, my goddess?"
"Ooh. 'Goddess,'" Leanne grinned at me. She pulled on her t-shirt, "I think I like the sound of that."
We went to the kitchen. I started pulling together a decent meal, but it was mostly leftovers like my mom's potato salad.
"I would love to cook you an amazing meal, Leanne," I said as I made her a roast beef sandwich. I knew exactly how she liked her sandwich. I could have made this in the dark, with my eyes closed. "But if you're as hungry as I was, you just need something good in your stomach now."
"It's like you read my mind," she said. I barely got the plate in front of her before she was on that meal like a starving animal. I jerked my hand back, making a show of counting my fingers to make sure they were all still there. Leanne growled at me around a bite of potato salad. I smiled at her as I sat next to her at the table and went on.
"Let's see...oh, so I had my lunch, and I was about halfway through another chapter in this thing," I indicated the World History text book, "and still nobody had showed up. So I cleaned up after my lunch and called my mom. Mind you, still thinking I was going to catch hell. At that point I figured they had heard us, got mad and left or something. But instead of that, mom was at her office, just asked if I was okay, and...
"Oh! Sorry, I was supposed to tell you, Paula Henderson is having a bunch of friends over for drinks. Mom dropped Beth over there so she wouldn't have to drive home. You're invited as well, and if you'd like, my mom will drop you off so you don't have to worry about driving anywhere."
Leanne chewed thoughtfully, nodding to indicate she had heard me. She swallowed the bite she had in her mouth and said, "I'm not sure that's a great idea. I'm not sure I can face those guys right now."
"Hey, I'm in no hurry to send you anywhere," I said. The dreamy look returned to Leanne's eyes. I shivered a bit before continuing, "So, my mom said she would be at her office at least two more hours. She did have a client coming in, and she said she'd call if she was going to show houses today." I thought hard about that conversation, but didn't think I had left anything out.
Satisfied with my account, I nodded. "That's it. So, I was obviously relieved. I knocked out the last of that chapter and rejoined your sexy body in bed. Well, until my muscles started a freaking holy war under my skin and I had to get up to stretch. Sorry to wake you up like that. You look amazing even when you're sleeping, by the way." Leanne colored at the compliment. I felt like I made up for some of my earlier awkwardness with that one.
Just when I was feeling self-congratulatory, a vicious cramp bit into my left butt cheek like a steel fist. I practically fell out of my chair. Through clenched teeth I made sure to get out "cramp!" before I rolled to the living room carpet and tried to work it out. I looked over at Leanne. She looked a little alarmed, and was rising to her feet. I held up a hand and said, "There isn't really anything you can do about this, please finish your lunch."
Then I was stretching out my legs and rubbing my tightly clenched butt cheek, trying to relax the muscles without aggravating my sunburn again. That was a slow, excruciating process. Somewhere in the middle of it, Leanne brought me a big cup of water with a lid and a straw, holding it for me to drink while I stretched my left leg.
"Have you been drinking enough water?" she asked. I nodded, and when I finished guzzling through the straw I got out, "I've had a gallon and then some since..." and tilted my head toward the bathroom.
"Good," she said. Then, "Actually, I need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back."
I stared at her ass walking away from me, still on my back on the floor. "Even upside-down, her ass is perfect," I thought. A few minutes later, Leanne returned. She stood above me and held a foot or an ankle, helping me stretch out my legs. When I remembered the laundry in the washer, Leanne followed me while I moved it to the dryer. We returned to the living room, where she continued to help me stretch out my legs and buttocks. She talked to me gently while we did this,
"You really did do a good job cleaning up that bathroom, Josh. I expected, you being a guy and all, that it would still need some work." I chuckled a bit at that one. It's not like she was wrong, most of my friends are...well, "pigs" is a little harsh. Let's say they haven't learned to clean up after themselves very well. "Did I say something funny?" Leanne asked looking down at me.
"I was just thinking about how Mark's bathroom always looks like hell. Seth isn't any better. The really funny part of that, though, is it's my dad who taught me to clean house thoroughly." We both smiled at that. I had a more sobering thought, though.
"Leanne...I just want you to know, I'm sorry I was so rough with you earlier. I'm not normally like that at all. Are you okay now?" I stopped short of asking if I had hurt her gorgeous little pussy with the rough fucking I had given it. She saw that meaning in my expression, though.
"You were...that was just..." Leanne looked annoyed as she hunted for the right words. "That was a lot rougher that I was expecting. Now, I absolutely loved it, don't get me wrong. After you came the second time, though, you were so much gentler, so much more in control...I could see the difference in your eyes, in the mirror there. My pussy is still tender, but—don't you dare apologize! But, seriously, if I could come up with a good excuse, I would drive us over to my place and have you fuck my ass again like that right now. That was amazing, Josh."
My cock throbbed as those words washed over me. I began wracking my brain. Come on, man! Think of that excuse! Everything that occurred to me sounded lame, or it involved lying to my mom in a way that she would certainly see through. "Damn," I finally said, "If my mother wasn't so damned smart, I could come up with a lie. I would love to see your place, Leanne." I raised my eyebrows suggestively, once, and she gave a sexy shiver before she answered softly, "I would love for you to 'see my place,' Josh."
We heard my mom's car pull up then. She walked in to find me lying on my back while Leanne was helping me stretch. It was a perfectly legitimate physical therapy exercise, I thought. My mom looked in, nodded when she saw what we were doing, and smiled at us. "I'm going to change and I'll be right with you," she said.
After the stretching, I did feel remarkably better. I'm sure it helped that I had eaten and had the vitamins and supplements, and had drunk all that water. I ducked into the bathroom to apply more aloe, paying particular attention to my neck and shoulders. Leanne came in and did my back. We shared a hot look in that bathroom mirror, and a quick, hot kiss afterwards, but were careful not to start anything more.
Leanne did administer the standardized post-coma cognition test that afternoon, with my mom in attendance. The test was mostly little mind games with numbers and names and words. It seemed blessedly easy, although I get how that wouldn't be the case if I had sustained brain damage from my illness. Again, I have been remarkably fortunate.
Leanne tallied up the score when we were done. "Well?" I said, "How did I do?"
Leanne looked up at me, then my mom. She took a big breath and said, "Josh, it seems that you are not a vegetable." She then flashed that sexy grin and we all laughed.
