“Can you turn the light out in the living room?” she said. “It’s still too light here.”
“Do you have a candle?”
“Just an emergency candle, under the sink in the kitchen.”
“I’ll be right back.” I found the candle, lit it on the stove, and set it down in the sink outside the shower/bath room. Then I turned out the light in the living room and came back in. The light was nice like this. I pulled off my wet pants, then my shirt, then my underwear, and pushed it all under the wheelchair. I was as hard as any twenty-year-old about to get in a bath with a girl can be, which is to say, painfully hard. She glanced at me, then looked away. I felt as embarrassed as I thought she must be.
“What’s easier?” I said. “Should I get behind you?”
She nodded, her arms still crossed over her breasts.
I eased in behind her, doing my best not to stab her in the back. She handed me the shower wand. The water was running, but she hadn’t yet put in the drain plug. I wet my body, soaped up as best as I could under the circumstances, and rinsed off. I put the wand down and gently soaped her back. “Is it okay?” I said.
“Yes,” she whispered. I rinsed her back, then lathered up my hands again and did her shoulders. I pulled her against me and slowly leaned back. I kissed her neck, her ear, and she turned her head and we stayed like that for a few minutes, just kissing. She was still covering her breasts. I soaped her arms, and then, very gently, eased them away from her body. She resisted for just a second, then let me. I started soaping her breasts, and if I thought I’d been painfully hard earlier, this made it nearly unbearable. Every time my fingers glided over her nipples she would moan into my mouth and it was making me so crazy my balls started to ache. I soaped her throat and her belly and she started rubbing against me, using her arms on my legs to move herself back and forth in a way I was afraid would make me come if she didn’t stop. Yeah, what can I say, twenty years old. It’s a trade-off.
My hand went lower and I started touching her, rubbing and stroking, my fingers sliding back and forth along her soapy hair. “Is it okay?” I said, breathing hard.
“I can’t…I can’t feel you down there. But everything feels good. Everything.”
“Are you sure? Because…you’re really wet.”
“I am?”
“Yeah. Here.” I rinsed our hands and the front of her body. She touched herself and looked at me. “I…but I can’t feel it.”
“Come here,” I said. I pulled her back into me. We kissed and I started touching her again. She was so wet my fingers slid easily inside. “Can you feel that?”
“I’m not…I don’t think so.”
“My finger’s inside you. I’m moving it. In and out.” Jesus, saying it out loud was such a turn-on I couldn’t believe it. With my free hand, I started rubbing her breasts again.
“Are you serious?” She reached down and felt alongside my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine. “Oh. Oh. I don’t know, I can’t feel it, but it’s making me feel good. I don’t understand. But…God, you’re making me feel good.”
She started rubbing against me the way she had been, panting, pressing into me, kissing me. I put my free hand on her throat and kissed her harder. Her soapy back sliding up and down my cock felt insanely good, like a mild, undulating electric shock. I was embarrassed I was going to come like that. I whispered, “Sayaka, if you keep moving like that, I’m…I’m going to…you’re going to make me come.”
“Really?” she said, turning a bit and looking at me and continuing to slide slowly up and down. “I can make you come like this?”
“Yes,” I whispered, looking into her eyes.
“Oh, I want you to. I want to feel you coming. Come for me. Come from me doing this.”
At that point, it didn’t matter what she said — I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d tried. I felt my balls contract and my cock jump and there was an explosion of molten pleasure, and I cried out and gripped her throat and looked into her eyes, and my hips started moving involuntarily as though we were fucking and the look on her face was beyond beautiful, and she said, “Oh, you’re coming, oh, oh, oh,” and she reached across and cupped my face while my orgasm went on and on. I was embarrassed I was coming on her back like that but she kept sliding up and down and she was so excited she was panting, and I just thought Fuck it and stopped caring whether I should be embarrassed, it felt too good and if she wasn’t why should I be?
When it was finally done, I sagged against the back of the tub, spent and bewildered. I didn’t know what I’d been imagining when I proposed the bath — something, I guess — but not that. Sayaka turned to her side and snuggled into me. I stroked her hair and slowly caught my breath. She rubbed my chest and said, “Was that good?”
“Are you kidding? Could you not tell?”
She laughed. “I want to hear you say it.”
“It was incredible. The way you were moving…it was making me crazy. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? For what?”
“Well…I think I got it all over you.”
She laughed. “I want you to do it again.”
My head spun. “Oh, man. If you say so.”
We rinsed off, then filled the tub and lay there talking and laughing until the water started to cool. She told me where to get a fresh pad for her wheelchair, and I threw the dirty one and all our clothes in the washing machine. When I was done, she was in bed, under a light quilt. She said, “You’re staying, right?”
“Unless you’re kicking me out. But you know I don’t have anywhere else to go, so that would be cruel.”
She laughed. “It’s a small bed, but…”
“I think we’ll manage.” I got in next to her. We lay on our sides kissing. I was hard in about zero-point-two seconds. Yeah, twenty years old.
She said, “Is it okay…I want to touch it.”
I kissed her and stroked her cheek. “You can do anything you want.”
She reached down and her fingers curled around me. “Oh. That’s what it feels like. It’s nice. I like it.”
“Oh, man, I do, too.”
She laughed. Her other arm disappeared beneath the quilt. A moment later, she held up a glistening finger and looked at it in wonder. “I’m wet,” she said.
I licked her finger and she gasped. She said, “Can you…can you be inside me? I want to see if I can feel it.”
I nodded. “Here. Let’s get you on your back.” I moved her legs and got between them. They were as limp and shrunken as she had said, but I didn’t care. I barely noticed. I put my weight on my elbows and looked in her eyes. “You do it,” I said. “Guide me.”
And she did. I held very still while she got the feel of things and moved at her own pace. After a minute with me maybe an inch inside, she said, “I can’t feel it, but it feels good. I can’t explain. Can you push a little?”
I laughed a little breathlessly. “I’ve been trying not to. Here, is that okay?”
The feeling of her fingers wrapped around me even as I slid deeper into her was glorious, intoxicating. “It’s good,” she said. “Push more.”
I did. She said, “I don’t understand. I can’t feel it there, but I can feel it everywhere. God, it’s lovely.”