“Later,” she says, and the way she says it makes me know she is serious. “Later, please.”
Later she will let me touch her and we will both fuck and make love. Because there is a difference, you know. And that makes me really happy.
“Okay,” I say, and I kiss her neck again. “Later it is.”
And then I sit up and I untie her ankles, but I keep my hand against the back of her knees in case she’s being silly and tries to kick me. She doesn’t move, but I still tie her ankles up again once I’ve pulled her jeans off.
I help her to sit up, and then I put my arms under her lithe body and I lift her up and then lower her into the warm bubbly water. I watch in fascination as her nipples harden and peak at the change in temperature, and I reach over and touch one of them. She freezes, and I glance up at her.
“Is it okay?” I ask.
She swallows before answering. “I’d like to be clean first,” she says, her voice still shaky and uncertain in that way that shows me she is nervous.
And shit, I’m such a bad boyfriend because of course she wants to be clean before I touch her. I bet she can still feel Adam in her.Don’t worry, Carrie,I think.You’ll only remember my touch soon enough.
That thought makes me happy.
And of course she’s nervous. It’s been a long time for both of us. She was always more experienced than me, but for all she knows I’ve had lots of practice now too.
“It’s okay,” I say. “It will be like the first time for both of us. We can forget everyone else.” Meaning Adam and whoever else she may have fucked over the years.
She nods, and my heart soars.
Yesssssss,I think.
I wash her, smoothing the bubbly water down her body, across her curves and over a small scar on her outer thigh. There’s another across her stomach. It’s so low down it’s nestled in her pubic hair. It’s long and thin, and old, not new. I wonder where she got it, but decide to ask her later instead of ruining the moment now. My hand moves over her breasts, her hips, her stomach, between her thighs (but I don’t probe deeper than necessary because I’m a gentleman) her arms, her pits, her neck.
I sit her up and I clean my cum off her back, and I laugh and blush and say, “Sorry about that.”
And she smiles and says, “It’s okay.” And she blushes too.
And even with her face all messed up like it is she looks beautiful. Especially when she blushes.
“I was just so excited to be near you. You’ve always had that effect on me, haven’t you, Carrie?” I laugh.
And she chuckles lightly, sweetly, sincerely, and she says, “Yes, I have.”
And I can hardly breathe I’m so happy, and I know everything is going to be okay now.
I can see it in her eyes that she’s ready.
And I’m ready.
And everything is perfect.
Just,
Fucking,
Perfect.
