by Pepper Pace
He chuckled, his lips curled up into a pleased smile. He just lay there, eyes closed and chuckling. When they finally opened he noted that Robin was in her panties and bra and slipping her shirt over her head. The world continued even when time stopped for him. The last thing he remembered seeing was her beautiful nude body standing over him and now she was sitting on the edge of the bed partially dressed and watching him.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that chuckling seizure.”
He was still smiling. “I know, it’s strange. Not sure why I do it.” He sat up. “Coffee? Because I can sure use it.” He still hadn’t completely revived from the tiresome seizure. But she knew that he would shortly and when it happened he’d be like a freshly charged battery.
“Ok, I’ll meet you in the kitchen. Do you want your crutches?” He did and after she got them she got the water going for the coffee. She only made enough for him, she didn’t want to take a chance that her stomach would start hurting again. When he appeared in the kitchen he was holding the newspaper and she stopped him before he could reach for the Cheerios.
“Okay, Babe…really. Enough with the Cheerios.”
“Cheerio Nazi,” he scowled playfully.
“I’ll make you eggs.”
“Mmm, sounds good.” He leaned against the counter and watched her scramble half a dozen eggs and then make toast. They ate and shared the newspaper, gave each other furtive looks and then made-out. Afterwards they hurried to school.
At lunch as they made their way to the cafeteria they saw Patty and Link waiting at the entrance. Robin greeted them with a broad smile. It felt good to see them. After last night it seemed that she could really think of the two as her friends and not just Jason’s.
“Come on!” Patty said happily.
“’Come on’ where?” Jason asked.
“We’re going out for lunch!” Link responded while looking around. “Come on before everybody sees us and wants to crash!” They quickly followed him out of the building. Patty nudged Robin. “How are you feeling?”
“Good.” She nodded. And it was the truth. She didn’t think that she had ever felt better.
“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that are you?” Patty asked.
Robin nodded seriously. “I promise.” Her stomach pain was notorious for appearing and then disappearing without a trace. The four friends loaded into the van and Link drove a short ways to a little used section of the college. Robin looked around curiously. She didn’t see any restaurants.
Link parked and then pushed his seat back. Patty unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed into Link’s lap.
Jason and Robin stared at each other in alarm. “Uh…” Jason began. Link broke his kiss with Patty to look at them. He winked. “We got half an hour so if you two don’t want to spend it making out, don’t mess it up for us.”
Jason drummed his fingers along his knees self consciously. Robin wasn’t a public kissing type person and she tried to look at anything but Link and Patty. But soon neither of them could stop thinking about last night…and they hadn’t spent any real time yet today kissing. Besides it was only Patty and Link. And for Robin her body still hummed with an undercurrent that wouldn’t quite go away; it was the feeling of wanting to know what other pleasure was hidden within her.
Jason looked at her and Robin slipped onto his lap, her arms going around his neck. Jason sighed, his arms went around her hips and for the next few minutes neither Robin nor Jason thought about anyone or anything else but each other.
When they returned to school there was an unspoken understanding that this was probably not going to be the last time the group would ‘go out for lunch’.
Later that afternoon when the two were back at Jason’s apartment she only stayed long enough to drop him off and to put away his things. She realized that if she stayed they would accomplish nothing but making out. And she didn’t want to be a distraction to things that he needed to do; like homework and music making. Besides she had things that she needed to take care of, as well. She hadn’t kept her promise to visit Miss Lucille and she was not going to let another day pass without doing it.
Before she left Jason made her promise that when she returned later in the evening, she would have an overnight bag packed in her trunk in case she ever wanted to spend the night again—which is something he hoped would be a regular occurrence. He had loved waking up and seeing her there and feeling her in his arms as he slept. But he didn’t want to push things too fast.
Once Robin was gone, he did homework and when he thought that Link would be home he called his friend using his cell instead of skype. He didn’t really want a webcam hookup while he asked his best friend the questions that he was curious about.
Link answered the phone gruffly.
“Uh…busy?” Jason asked.
“What do you think?” He responded.
“Oh. Well I’ll call you back later.”
“Too late, I’m already talking to you. Besides I’ll be doing the same thing later so spit it out, son.”
“Um…” Fuck! He sure knew how to make it hard to broach a subject. “Did you happen to grab any of those condoms from the hospital?”
“Yeah. Why? They don’t have holes in them, do they?!” Link was already cursing up a storm.
“No. No. Nothing like that.” He felt his face turning red. “Were they…how did they fit?”
“Good. Why?”
“Well I couldn’t get any of them on my dick.”
“Well tell Robin to put it on for you-”
“No no no, that’s not it. My…you know, dick, is too big for the condoms.”
There was silence coming from the other end of the line.
“Man…are you pulling my leg?”
“No.” Jason wiped his brow. God was it ever hot in here!
“Jason, hold on.” There was silence as the phone went mute. He figured that he had gotten out of bed and was going someplace private. Good, he didn’t want Patty hearing this conversation. About two minutes later the phone unmuted. “Okay, I’m back. I definitely don’t want Patty hearing what we’re talking about. So, exactly how big is your dick? And by the way, I feel very gay saying that.”
Jason looked up and considered the question. “I don’t know. Like a water bottle.”
“A water bottle!”
“Yeah a little one, you know?”
“And how long?”
“About the same, maybe a little longer.”
There was a long silence. “I hate you right now. Dude I know that you and Robin already did it and that she was a virgin but…how did she react with that dick in her?”
“Uh…I think she was crying.”
“Oh my god. Tell me you didn’t put the entire thing in her?” Okay there was something so wrong about talking about this but Link was not a virgin and who else did he have to talk to?
“Yeah. I shouldn’t have?”
“Top, a good indication that your dick might be too big is when your chick starts crying.” Jason felt horrible, sick.
“I just thought it was the virginity thing, you know?”
“Well I’m sure that it was a factor. Now, I’m not an authority but I don’t think most girls cry.” Jason palmed his face.
“Fuck, what do I do?”
“Don’t put your entire dick in her!”
He frowned. “Okay.” Just put half his dick in? What?
“At least until her body can adjust to your size. So your dick is the size of a water bottle???” Link asked incredulously. “Never mind, just do a lot of foreplay and when she’s really hot then slip it in, you know; sneak attack.”
Jason nodded. “Okay, yeah…but is it supposed to hurt?”
“Hell yeah with a dick that big it will probably hurt her for a while-”
“No, not her but me?” Now he was really blushing.
“What do you mean?”
“Well it was like…fucking a rock.”
“Fucking a rock? Have y
ou ever fucked a rock, Top?”
“No.”
“Okay, me either…so not quite sure how that should feel. Look, it does hurt a little.” There was a long sigh. “Okay, look, I gotta go but tomorrow I’m bringing you some magnum condoms. Did I tell you that I hate you? Just don’t be tempted to do anything without protection.”
Jason nodded feeling every bit of only 19 years old. “Okay. Thanks Link.”
“No problem.” His friend sighed. “Omicron is having a Halloween party next week and another house party Friday. They want us on a regular basis. What do you think?” Jason’s thoughts went instantly to Robin. He wasn’t sure…
“I’ll let you know tomorrow.”
“Alright. See you tomorrow.” The phone went dead. Jason buried his head in his hands. He felt so bad. He hoped that he hadn’t done something that had turned Robin’s first time into a nightmare. Weren’t girls supposed to look back on their first time as something wonderful and great? He would have to make it up to her.
***
Robin pulled up into the parking lot of a high rise condo. It looked very nice from the outside. Some old people were sitting in chairs out front and when Robin reached the lobby she saw that a few other old people were sitting in comfortable chairs and couches or heading in and out of a little restaurant which was the source of an aroma of good home cooking.
Yes, this did look like a nice place. Robin went to the front desk, clutching a small sack of muffins, and spoke to a professional looking man indicating who she wanted to visit. The man phoned a nurse who said she’d come down to escort Robin to Mrs. Babb’s room. While she waited she peeked into the restaurant and saw a buffet style set up and saw that the residents ate theer for free but they also had people come in from outside who paid to eat.
“Are you here to visit Mrs. Babb?” Robin spun to face a tall thin woman. She smiled and nodded. “I’ll escort you to her room.” They reached elevators and the woman pressed 6. “Her breathing hasn’t been good so she’s been restricted to bed rest. Most of our residents enjoy receiving visitors in the lobby.”
“Okay.” Robin responded not sure if the woman was telling her that she would not normally be allowed upstairs.
Once the elevator stopped the woman, who was dressed in a nurse’s pants and shirt, led her to room 614. She knocked once and then used a key to open the door. The condo was nicely decorated; small and neat. As Robin’s eyes scanned the room she had the distinct impression that Miss Lucille had never even used the room. After all, for several months, she had spent five days a week with the elderly woman and knew her habits. There was a nice chair for her to sit in but the television wasn’t positioned right as the chair faced the window instead. And where was the vcr/dvd that would play her evangelism recordings?
“You’ll have to come into the bedroom to visit her.” The nurse led her into a small, cool bedroom where Miss Lucille was sleeping. Robin blinked. Why was she still in bed this late in the afternoon?
“Mrs. Babb.” The woman said loudly. “You have company, dear.” Miss Lucille’s eyes opened and appeared blurred and unfocused. Robin felt bad that she had been awakened but also felt that maybe someone should have done this hours ago.
“It’s close to dinner. I’ll bring it up if you want to sit with her.”
“Is she okay?” Robin asked in concern. She had assumed that being released from the hospital meant that she was doing better, not worse.
“The pneumonia weakened her.” And that’s all the woman would say. She turned and left the room.
Robin plastered a big smile on her face and returned to the elderly woman’s bed. “Hello, Miss Lucille.” The woman looked at her with rheumy, watery eyes that seemed to have trouble focusing. It was only just a few short weeks ago that this very same woman was sharp and focused.
“It’s Robin. How are you feeling?”
“Robin?” The woman croaked. It was as if she hadn’t used her voice in days.
Robin reached out and took her hand. “Yes ma’ame. It’s me. I told you I’d come and visit you.” Miss Lucille tried to sit up in bed and Robin quickly found the controls and lifted the bed slightly. She plumped the pillows. She seemed so weak and frail. Robin didn’t even think that she could have made it out to the living room in the condition that she was currently in.
Robin quickly brought a chair over to the bed and reached for the elderly lady’s hand again. This time Miss Lucille was smiling.
“Robin. You came to visit.”
“I brought you muffins. We can eat them after dinner if you like.”
She stared off into the distance for a moment. “Robin came by, you know. She brought me the most wonderful muffins. We sat in played cards…” The woman wheezed and coughed a wet sounding, nasty thing, but nothing came up, it just rattled in her chest. Robin felt hot and cold as she realized that Miss Lucille was already creating a fantasy about her visit today. She felt sad that she hadn’t come earlier.
The door opened then and the nurse returned holding a small covered tray. She placed it on a rolling table and positioned it in front of Miss Lucille.
“Would it be okay if I feed her?” Robin asked. “I’d like to spend some time with her.” What she didn’t add was that she wanted time ALONE with her.
“Certainly. Just ring this buzzer if you need anything.” She turned to Miss Lucille and talked in a loud voice. “I’m going to leave you with your friend now, Miss Babb. I’ll be back later.” Miss Lucille did not even acknowledge the woman who disappeared right after.
Robin lifted the lid from the tray and saw that Miss Lucille was on a liquid diet. There was broth and jello, as well as a cup of lukewarm tea with sweetener. Robin carefully offered her a spoon of broth which Miss Lucille accepted absently. Between bites of food, the elderly woman talked about her visitors which included her son, grandkids, Robin and the lady from her mysterious bridge club.
After dinner Robin asked Miss Lucille if she needed to use the bathroom. She seemed to think for a while.
“I don’t remember…” Robin pulled the sheets down from the bed and was immediately hit with a bad odor. Miss Lucille was wearing an adult diaper which was in need of changing.
“Miss Lucille…when was the last time you had a bath?”
She seemed confused. “I don’t know.” Robin covered her and checked the I.V. that was set in the back of her other hand. They were giving her some type of pain medicine along with the fluids; it was the only explanation for why she was suddenly so out of it.
Robin went about the room locating a fresh gown, another adult diaper and a basin that she promptly filled with warm water from the adjourning bathroom. This, too, seemed to have never been used. Robin found a wash cloth, towels and a bar of soap and then set up the things on the table that had held the food.
“Miss Lucille, I’m going to wash you, okay? You’ll feel better after that.”
“Yes.”
Robin gently stroked the older woman’s white hair. There was one braid that had apparently been in place for days if not longer. Robin gently undid the tangled braid and finger combed her hair before placing a towel beneath her head. She didn’t know how one was supposed to wash a person’s hair from bed but figured it had to go into the basin so this is what she did. She used the wash cloth to gently stroke Miss Lucille’s wet hair and used the bar of soap instead of shampoo. Miss Lucille closed her eyes and seemed to enjoy the feel of Robin’s gentle hands in her hair.
