I had to admit though that her fantasy about us showering with several women at the same time was kind of cool. It would never happen, of course, but the imagery of it was nice. A room full of Courtney-clones, all showering with us. That was hot. No matter where I looked and no matter what I touched, it would be Courtney. Ah, that was a nice fantasy.
I restricted myself strictly to washing her for now. Yeah, it was sexual, and she was already approaching orgasm every few minutes, but I wasn’t specifically trying to bring her to climax. If I kissed her, it was on the neck, or maybe on the top of her breast, but only for a second at a time. As I washed every inch of her, letting my hands roam where they wanted, Courtney’s soapy hands were moving around my body as well. She seemed to be following my lead, touching me like I touched her, but her hands were often in my groin, stroking my member, and her lips were often at my neck or chest, or she was pulling my head toward hers to kiss me. It would have been easy to enter her from almost any angle, and I was certain that her body was wet and ready for me, but I had other ideas. Yeah, I would make love to her in intercourse, but it wouldn’t be standing up in the shower. Not this time.
No, this time would be the first time that we really made love. We’d been fiercely sexual three or four times so far, but this was Courtney’s wedding and I was going to make it special.
I put away the soap and started to rinse both of our bodies. The shower had a separate massage wand that could be removed from the wall and I used it to wash all the soap from both of us. Courtney acted a little bit out of her head, hugging and pawing at me, eager to be touched and to have me fuck her in any way that I could. When we were clean, I turned off the water and Courtney sagged against me blissfully. Reaching outside the glassed-in shower, I got one of the big bath towels and started to dry her.
Feeling the slightly rough fabric of the towel excited her. As I rubbed her breasts and back and thighs, and then the space between her legs, she leaned into me, moaning with an ever-increasing intensity and urgency. She didn’t complain about how long this was taking; I don’t think that she really knew exactly what was going on. Her world was the sensuality of our bath, and time stood still, or maybe expanded to infinity.
When she was dry, I did my best to towel myself off, but it was difficult with Courtney hanging on me as if she couldn’t stand, fondling my shaft and balls as if they were precious and comforting. If we had been sitting on the couch, I was sure that she’d have her face in my lap, kissing me lovingly.
Dropping the towel, I lifted Courtney so that she hung from my chest, her legs around my waist. I think that she thought that we were going to have sex like that, and she reached down and guided me into her pussy and pushed herself hard against my groin. It was so warm and wet, and it felt wonderful, but I knew that if we tried to do this for more than a few minutes that we’d get exhausted quickly and possibly pass out or make ourselves ill. I wasn’t ready for this to be over. I wanted more than a few more minutes of lovemaking. A lot more if I could manage it.
Carrying her to the bedroom, I lay her backward at the foot of the bed, never letting myself slip from her tunnel. Unfortunately, in this position, I’d have to stay standing, and I had reasons to be lying down that she’d understand in a moment. I pulled back and slid free for just a minute.
Chapter 11 - Wildness
I said, “Courtney, wait.”
She yelled, “No!”
I said calmly, “Yes. I’m going to pull back the covers and you are going to get up on the bed.”
I pulled her to her feet and tossed the covers off the bed. I lay Courtney on her back again and told her to scoot up and put her head on a pillow. She mewled pitifully at the loss of my body pressed against her own, but I was able to get her to move to where I had asked. As she inched her way up the bed, I followed her, my knees between her legs and my chest above her own. When her head hit the pillow, she stopped. She could have gone at least another foot, but this was good enough. Lowering my body, I filled her, my penis finding its target with no help from either of us.
From there, our genitals knew what to do. I rested a good portion of my weight on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, pinning her beneath me. I knew that I was taking a chance with this, but if she had reacted in fear at all, I would have rolled over and put her on top. But she didn’t seem afraid at all. Quite the opposite.
She moaned, “Oh, that feels good. Give me your love. Hold me down and keep me from running.”
She wrapped her arms tightly around my back and pulled me to herself even harder. Thrusting slowly but firmly, I drove in and out of her mound rhythmically, pressing hard against her fleshy vulva with each inward push. And she responded by thrusting upward to meet me, rolling her hips like she was riding a slow-motion mechanical bull. Courtney didn’t need it fast and frantic to come to the point of ecstasy. She could have climax after climax, going slow and hard. But as the minutes went by, and as I counted what I thought were her climaxes out of simple curiosity, I increased my speed bit by bit. I knew enough about sexual response to anticipate that Courtney would need direct clitoral stimulation to reach orgasm during intercourse, but she didn’t. She seemed perfectly capable of achieving peaks of arousal and release from the vaginal stimulation of my penis with no other requirements at all. She had told me that she might be able to have an orgasm if I was just licking her belly button, and maybe she could, but she could certainly have as many as she wanted if I pounded her slowly, just like I was now.
I continued to increase my pace, becoming increasingly urgent myself. I was about to reach my own peak in the next few minutes, for sure. There was no turning back from the brink for me now. Soon I was grunting and thrusting as hard and fast as I could go, and Courtney started thrashing and wailing, her own orgasms coming faster than she could handle them. Just before I came, she bit my shoulder hard and screamed into my flesh with her eyes wide in what might have looked like pure terror in any other context. In my arousal, I hardly felt it. I know it left teeth marks.
As I lost control of my body in climax, I raised up on my arms and roared. Maybe it was more of a grunt or groan, but it was loud and I didn’t hold back. And neither did my naked lover, lying beneath me, fucking me and being fucked by me, her legs clamped around my waist savagely, promising to never let me go, and moreover, to always be open to me whenever I wanted her.
When we were done, and Courtney lay splayed on the sheets, spent, I got off of her and turned on the water in the big tub. I didn’t grab tissues or clean up at all, but let any last drops fall where they would. What did I care? Courtney was sex. She’d taught me that. And sex was good. And there was nothing to be ashamed of in any respect. And if our bodies leaked sweat or semen or vaginal fluids, that was natural and just part of the life we lived. Right now, Courtney looked like the perfect aftermath of that kind of sex, of what she called fucking. Her legs were spread and her right knee bent away from her body, exposing her well-loved pussy, the lips open and glistening, making it apparent that I had been inside there, holding the door open a few minutes before. Her breasts were topped by large cherries, still swollen and erect. She seemed to be unconscious, and the look on her face was slack-jawed and nearly drooling.
I felt good. Like I’d performed for my lover better than she had hoped. This was fun! I’d never had sex like this, so full of love, passion, and purely good lust ever before. Sex like this was something I’d never hoped for. This was fucking! And I liked it. From now on, there’d be no doubt. I loved this girl and I’d do anything for her. And apparently, she really did love me. I felt her reaching for me, devouring me emotionally, pouring herself into me, pulling me on top and wanting me to keep her safe and give her a home. And I would.
Tomorrow we’d get married. As far as I was concerned it didn’t matter. I don’t think it mattered to her either. We wanted it, but it was more like a surprise gift than a substantial need. We were already one. I looked down at her, lying naked on what was now my bed, and though
t that a blue sapphire navel piercing would look really good on her. And I’ll put a ring on her finger too. She was too naked right now. I wanted jewelry on her hand and on her belly. And made on her ankle, if she’ll agree to it. She’d look really good with an anklet. If I was erect, I could slide right back in right now. I wanted her again.
But instead of climbing back on top, I adjusted the water temperature and kept filling the tub. There were complimentary bath oils in a little basket and I added some to the water.
While the tub was filling, I took another look at the view from the balcony. For the first time in my life, I stepped outside naked. I just stood there and looked around. The rooms next to us were hidden from view, but I was naked to the city. In broad daylight. Of course, it was 29 stories up, and there was no way that anyone could see who I was or really what I looked like. But I was outside and it was kind of freeing and exhilarating. If Courtney liked being naked, I could get into this. It felt good. Never in front of other people, I wouldn’t do that, but like this, where it was outside but almost alone, except for the people down on the street who couldn’t really see up here, it was cool. The air rested on my body in a way that I’d never experienced before. But not in front of other people.
And then again, would that be so bad? Under the right circumstances? A nude beach without many people on it, maybe? Or in a big open-air shower with multiple copies of Courtney?
I had left the door to the room open, and the curtains pulled back so that Courtney would be able to see me if she woke up.
She yelled, “Dave! Dave, where are you!”
I hurried back into the room and said, “I’m right here, Sweetie. I wasn’t gone. The door and curtains were open and I could see you the whole time.”
She said, “OK. Hi. Um, so you could still see me?”
I said, “Yep. And hear you sleeping. I was right here.”
She said, “OK. As long as you can still see me.”
I sat next to her on the bed and said, “Is that the same thing? That I can see you, even if you don’t see me for a minute?”
She said, “I don’t know. Maybe. Dave, is it that if I lose sight of you that I don’t know if you still exist? Or is it that I don’t know if I still exist?”
I said, “You did feel comforted by having my hand on you while you slept in the car, and you couldn’t see me, but you could feel my hand.”
Courtney said, “Yeah. I did. I think maybe it’s me, not you. Or at least partly me. Dave, if I can see you or feel you touching me, then I know that I must be here. If I’m alone, who am I? I don’t mean that I need you to define me. I know that. Oh hell. I’m so stupid. Baby, I know what’s wrong with me. At least part of it. It’s never really simple, is it? It’s always a combination of factors. If I’m right, it’s a miracle that we’re together at all. I’ll have to do some research. I should have seen this. Sweetie, if it’s what I think, this is going to be hard.”
I said, “No it isn’t. Whatever it is, it might be unusual, and it might take time, and it might not even ever change, but that won’t matter. We already know how to do this. And you are happy, aren’t you?”
She said, “I am. I’m so happy. Except when I worry about what’s wrong with me.”
I said, “As far as I can tell, what you are going through is a process of getting yourself back to who you really are. Maybe someone you’ve never been. I’m right here. I am going to have to keep changing too. We are finding out who we are together. I’m learning what you need. Like when we made love.”
I reached over and tested the bath temperature and turned the water off.
I said, “Do you want to get in the tub for a bit?”
Courtney smiled and sat up, her long legs swinging over the side of the bed and her breasts lovely as her arms pushed them together slightly from the sides. I took her hand and we stepped into the tub together. It was hot. The water, that is. Settling down, I sat with my back to the end of the tub and cradled Courtney’s wonderful body in front of me, leaning against my chest.
Relaxing into my arms, she said, “When can we get married?”
I said, “I think that we can apply for a license from my laptop. Then we can walk down and show our ID and sign the forms, and pick up the license. I want to make some arrangements for the chapel and might have to make some phone calls. I’d like to wait and get married tomorrow if that’s OK. I think it will be nicer that way.”
I rubbed her shoulders and breasts as we talked quietly.
She said, “Oh, that feels nice. I need you to touch me. The way that you made love, it was so wonderful. I could feel you holding me down, making sure that I was there. Let’s get the license tonight though, OK? I want it. I want to ask you if it’s still what you want; if you are sure that you want me, but I’m forcing myself not to. You’ll be honest with me.”
I played with her nipples and said, “Yes I will.”
My hands roamed down to her thighs and crotch and Courtney leaned back, arching her body toward me, asking me to kiss her. We hadn’t really kissed much so far, and this position made it awkward, but it was wonderful. After about 20 minutes, I suggested that we get out and start working on the application for the wedding license.
Courtney seemed thrilled by the idea. She stood up and I followed her out of the big tub. As she stepped out, she put her hands down on the edge of the bed, just like I’d hoped for, and I had my chance.
Courtney’s hands were on the bed and her legs were slightly spread, and I could see the oily wet lips of her fold between her thighs. I put a hand on her back as if to steady myself, and with my other hand, I guided myself slowly into Courtney’s vagina. I went slow. She was wet and oily and slippery, and I entered her easily. The only thing that hindered my advance at all was that Courtney was wonderfully tight, and it took just a little firm pressure to ride all the way in.
Reaching around and cupping her breast, I whispered, “I love you.”
She dropped her head forward and her blond hair fell on the bed as she moaned, “I love you, too. Oh, Dave. That’s so nice.”
I said, “I know, Sweetie. It feels so good to me, too. Go slow.”
She grunted and said, “Oh, I don’t know if I can! I’m…but you’re in me and…” and she shoved her ass hard back into my groin.
It slammed me as far into her as I could go. In this position, it was deep. And Courtney tilted her hips in a way that drove me even deeper. She put her elbows on the bed and shuddered for a minute, squeezing my penis with her vagina, and I knew that she had her first orgasm already. Grabbing her hips, I rolled my pelvis against her beautiful ass. It wasn’t big, but it was round and shapely. Courtney had hips and a narrow waist, and lovely legs and thighs. Her breasts were works of art. But right now, we were both focused on her rump. I didn’t know why she had wanted me to do this, and I wasn’t sure that I was doing exactly what she had asked me for, but it was apparent enough that she was enjoying it. I thrust slowly, taking my time, filling her deeply, stirring her insides with my pole.
She moaned softly, “Oh yeah, that’s what I wanted. That feels good. That’s what it’s supposed to be. That’s what it’s like when you want it and you love him. That’s my man, fucking me the way it’s supposed to be.”
So that was it. Courtney wanted me to “anti-rape” her. To “non-rape” her. That’s the best term that I could think of. When she’d been forced in this position before, she’d hated it. It wasn’t right. She didn’t want it and it had nothing to do with love or desire or eroticism or what she called fucking. But this was. She wanted me to erase a memory and make a new one. She wanted me to blow her other experience away and replace it with this. And I did. Courtney’s hips rotated and danced with my cock in her oven, and I pressed and held and hugged her, dancing my part as well. It felt great. I was in love, and this was how love felt when making love. I stroked her back and I caressed her breasts as they swung to the rhythm of our lovemaking. But mostly, I held her.
As Courtney r
ose to yet another climax, she suddenly pushed herself up on her arms and threw her head back, hitting me in the face with her long hair. I angled myself down at her G-spot and pushed hard. That sent her over the edge again, and this time, she bounced up and down, convulsing wildly. After that, I could sense that she’d had enough. She’d gotten what she’d come for, and it was time to let her down. I had been so focused on Courtney’s feeling that I hadn’t paid attention to my own, and I slipped out of her as she collapsed face-down on the sheets without coming myself. I didn’t need to. I’d had mine already this afternoon, and now I knew that I could have more whenever I was in the mood. Courtney would always be there for me, emotionally and sexually, and I never needed to worry about not getting enough from now on.
I lifted Courtney’s legs and slid her onto the bed on her back to let her rest and recover. She was awake but still having little aftershocks that kept her from talking. I went to the other side of the bed and lay down beside her and rolled her onto my shoulder.
She whispered raggedly, “Oh Dave! I’ve never had sex like that before. I’d hardly ever done it from behind, and it was never like that. Hell, nothing with you is ever like what I’ve ever done. It’s like I’m a total virgin with you.”
I laughed and she said, “Well, a virgin who’s been studying sex her whole life so that she’d be ready when her prince came and unlocked her prison.”
I said, “So, was that what you wanted? When you made me promise?”
She looked at me and said, “Nope!”
I said, “What?”
She said, “Nope! That was amazing. That was wonderful. That did was great. But it wasn’t in the desert.”
I said, “In the desert? You said you wanted me to promise to come up behind you and…”
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