“I think the bath might be easier and safer.”
“Then a bath it is. I’ll go get it started. You warm enough, I can get a blanket”?
“No, it’s fine in here, but thanks for asking.
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Scene Five: A Learning Experience For Us Both
I guess this will be a learning experience for us both. The tub feels clean — I rinse it just to make sure. As it fills, I hastily do my teeth. It looks deep enough to turn the water off. She’s still there on her bed — naked. I can’t remember ever seeing anything so lovely — so beautiful. My cock is raging and demanding his freedom from my jeans — her eyes look there and she knows.
“Okay pretty lady, your bath awaits.” I give her a hand to sit up on the bed, with one arm under her knees and the other around her back — I lift her as she puts an arm around my neck and shoulders. I figured she’d be easy to carry and she is. Getting her down into the tub is a bit more tricky — my fear of dropping her makes me extra cautious. With her successful and safe landing, I relax. “Okay, I’ll wash your feet ’cause they’re way down there — and I’ll wash your back because, well it’s impossible to wash our own back, right? Just settle back and be pampered — you’re on a holiday.”
As he washes me, I do relax. It’s very odd — I know I’m way outside of my experience now. I wonder why I don’t feel self-conscious being so exposed? But I don’t and somehow he made it okay to be free of all of that. He didn’t stare or make me feel uncomfortable — just an obvious curiosity. The images of hippies nude in hot tubs and rivers play in my mind. Maybe it’s just our generation — maybe it’s just because it’s him and the trust we share? All I really know is it feels really good to finally be at ease with a man seeing my body and with my polio issues. As much of a bummer it is that the polio slowed me down a bit … it’s not something that has to take everything away. It could have been much worse. It was way harder in high-school — that was really hard. But those days are behind me — I’m more interested in the future.
“Okay, lean forward a bit and I’ll scrub your back. You doing okay — water warm enough?”
“I’m doing wonderful Jase, I’ve never been so pampered — I could get spoiled.”
“I’m already spoiled — what guy wouldn’t get spoiled washing a pretty young woman, eh?
“Maybe I should get to spoil you in the same way one day soon?”
“Well … that is something to seriously think about. You’re right, you know — what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. My mom’s always saying that to my dad. Must be true.”
“Then we should take her advice. I’ll put it on my calendar. Wonder if you can get me standing so I can rinse off. The bath water is too soapy now to get it all off?”
“I think we can do that. I’ should probably get in with you though — be hard to be of much help from out here. The tub’s slippery now too.”
“Yeh, I kinda already figured that — but now I have nothing left to hide. So, it’s up to you.” He decides really fast, stands up and strips in what seems a flash. Sure wish I could move around so effortlessly — but his naked body steals my thoughts and attention. It’s kind of sobering to realize Jase is the first and only man I have ever seen naked — much less been naked with. First he opens the drain and the soapy water flows away. Then he stands, obviously thinking how to proceed.
“Here’s what I think; what if you sit there where you’re at and I’ll get the water temperature adjusted. Then with you where you’re at, I’ll close the curtain and rinse you and the tub. I’m thinking that would be the safest — get the last of the soap off the tub itself so we don’t slip. Then, I’ll get in and lift you up so we can stand together. I’ll give you some support and we can rinse off together. Will that work for you?”
“I think so — but I still get to wash you.”
“Who’d of thought such an innocent girl would be so cunning? But, fair is fair and I have touched you quite a bit. Hope you enjoy touching me as much as I did touching you. Okay, sit tight and here comes the shower rinse.”
He does just as he said and it is a rather good plan. The warm clean water feels wonderful as I help it by rubbing my skin where I can reach. Suddenly a hand comes in with a washcloth.
“Here’s a clean washcloth, you can wash yourself and maybe rub around on the tub too get any soap off. I’m coming in behind you.”
As I step in, she’s doing just as I suggested. When she’s satisfied she hands me the washcloth — I hang it on the rack and get into position to lift her to her feet. With a hand under each arm, I carefully help her up. She uses her good leg to help and suddenly we’re both standing — she’s directly in front of the stream of warm water. I will my bare feet to stick to the tub as I hold her … worrying about a sudden slip. As the seconds pass into minutes, it’s seems safe to assume we’re not going to fall. However, it is obvious that her right knee can’t support much weight — she uses it somewhat to balance herself, but it’s not something to rely on.
The feel of his naked body pressed tight to me … it’s more wonderful than I could ever have imagined. A man naked with me — his strength holding me — his tenderness an unexpected and wonderful gift … I have to see him … I have to touch him.
When she moves to turn and face me, I hold her with more attention. Finally facing each other, she moves back and looks at me naked and my cock standing at full attention. She looks down at my cock for, what seems a long while before risking one hand to touch me. I hold her under the other arm with my arm around her body. When she looks up again it seems our eyes do the talking and our lips somehow hear our thoughts. As we kiss, her hand explores my cock and gently fondles my balls. The threatened — or promised bath for me seems to have been misplaced or simply forgotten. It’s not the bath either of us are thinking about now. As we touch each other, I think of how unfair it is that she can’t be as bold in her actions as she is in her thoughts, her feelings and desires. For the first time in my life I begin to get a glimpse of understanding what so many people endure — the little things that have been stolen from their lives. It all makes me respect her even more. If there ever was a doubt in my mind about us — it is gone forever. “You know I’m falling in love with you, don’t you?”
His whispered word close to my ear sparks a feeling unlike any I’ve ever known — his body touching my body … naked and totally exposed … his sex in my hand … only in my dreams … dreams I always knew would never be real. I hope this isn’t just a dream … it feels very real. “I think I’m starting to love you too … in a different way than friends.”
I pull back enough to face her, together we smile — but our need for more pulls our lips together once again. I hold her tight and secure — her arms around my waist. The softness — the silky smoothness of her skin making me believe this is all really happening.
My biggest unanswered question is finally answered by the feel of his hard heat pressed against my stomach. How long I’ve wanted to do this for real and not just in a paperback book or in my mind. His hard cock pressing into me proving this is all really happening … it’s a day … a moment I thought would never happen for me. “Jason, I love you too. I really do — I know it’s real.”