“I hope you don’t mind the men’s scented shower gel. It’s supposed to be some sort of spicy, woodsy scent,” I lightly joked, trying to keep her engaged here with me.
“I don’t mind it at all. I think I could learn to love the smell of your spicy wood,” she teased back, making me smile.
I continued to move the washcloth down her back and then crouched to wash her legs. I placed one of my hands on her hip as I washed her, and she put her hand on top of mine, holding me to her as if she didn’t want me to let go.
“My spicy wood, huh?”
“Yes.”
Ali laughed, but it sounded forced and as though it was a lot of work to muster. While her mind and playful side were able to keep up with me for a little bit, her body was rigid, and she was holding herself tightly. I detected that she was quickly losing ground on her tough girl front.
“We’re almost done, sweetheart,” I said calmly.
As I slowly moved the washcloth up the inside of her thigh, she parted her legs to give me access. I cleaned between her legs as gently as possible, and the moment the washcloth touched her pussy, she started talking more.
“Your shower gel is fine, really. Besides, with your shower gel on me, then I’d at least smell like a man that I liked and wanted to be touched by.”
I looked up at her face and stood when I saw her lips quivering. Ali’s eyes locked on mine, and then she broke down and tried covering her face. I gently put my hand on the side of her head and pulled her against me. I held her while she cried and let her get it out. There were no words I could say that would make this better or easier. All I could do was reassure her that I would be here for her.
While she rested the side of her head against my chest, I stroked the exposed cheek. I tried holding my tongue as best as I could, but I felt like I really needed to press her for some info. As much as I wanted to attempt to pry answers out of her, I realized the weight of the night and that all of us needed to sleep.
“You’re all clean, my sweet little masochist,” I assured her.
“Thank you, Sam,” Ali murmured, but hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Are you ready to get out of the shower and rest?” I asked her. I waited for her reply before I moved. I didn’t want her to feel as though I was rushing her.
“Yeah, I’m pretty tired, I think.”
“I bet,” I agreed with her as I shifted on my feet so I could reach the faucet to turn off the water. Ali’s body moved with mine. It was a sign that she was starting to feel a little vulnerable.
“Do you guys need any help?” Josh’s voice carried to us, and I glanced over at him.
Josh stood shirtless but wore the pair of cotton gym shorts I had given him earlier. Since his hair was wet, it looked a lot darker, and a far cry from the sun-loving lighter hair when it was dry. His tanned body was one that I was certain I could watch as he moved all day long.
“Yes, grab the towels and come on over,” I instructed. “Ali, is it okay if Josh helps me dry you off?” I asked while Josh carried out his task.
“Since he’s not wearing the red jockstrap, I suppose he can come near me,” Ali teased.
“No red jockstrap in sight. I’m completely naked under these shorts,” Josh admitted, though I knew that he was. Either way, his comment made Alison laugh, and it was worth it.
After Ali was dried off and went with Josh to get into my bed, I grabbed some dry boxer briefs from my dresser and quickly changed at the foot of the bed. I looked up and noticed both of them had their eyes on me as I changed.
“What?” I innocently asked as I headed back to the bathroom. I hung the wet boxer briefs over the edge of the tub and then joined Ali and Josh in bed. Ali was wearing a pair of my boxer briefs and a t-shirt.
I propped myself up on my elbow and asked, “Do you guys need anything?”
“Just for Josh to promise to never wear the red jockstrap again.” Ali continued to tease Josh. But given the circumstances of tonight, I chose to let it go.
“I’m going to wrap it up and give it to you for your birthday,” Josh threatened and then leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Your cheek is still red,” Josh added.
There was no denying now that her red cheek was the result of something having happened. Earlier, she had insisted on the redness being from watching something in the women’s locker room. She probably thought it was a safe enough fib because she planned on going home after our session. Considering what had happened when she went to leave, I wished she had made it home instead of the course that the night took.
“It’s probably from when the pig man slammed my head into my car,” Ali recalled.
Pig man?
I could think of other names that described the guy who did this. I wouldn’t even be so generous to call him a man. I didn’t buy it, though, because her cheek was red prior to the three of us having a session.
