by Harley Fox
“Sure,” I say, trying to make my voice sound as neutral as possible. “Mugs are in the cupboard.”
Merryn walks over and takes down two mugs. She pours some coffee into both of them as I divvy out the bacon and eggs, and Merryn grabs a plate with the two coffees and I take the other two plates. She gives me a smile and my heart skips in my chest, and then we go to sit down.
Breakfast feels strange as we all eat it together. I don’t try to start up any conversation, so Merryn instead asks Emily what her plans are for the day. Emily says she’s going to go for a walk after breakfast to take some pictures.
“Oh really?” Merryn asks. “Where would you go?”
“Just around the block,” Emily says. “It’s mostly streets and cars around here, but there are some bushes where I’ve seen birds before, so maybe I can get some good ones of them.”
“Be careful,” I growl to Emily. “That camera’s worth a lot.”
“I know,” she says. “Don’t worry. People get weirded out and avoid me because of my crutches. They think I’m going to fall over if they brush against me or something.”
Soon enough the breakfast is over and Merryn pushes back her chair and gets up, taking all the plates with her into the kitchen. Emily gets up too.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask her.
“I told you, out to take pictures.”
“What about the dishes? I made the breakfast.”
But Merryn appears again and grabs my empty mug.
“Don’t worry, I’ll do them,” she says, and I look up at her. She’s smiling at me, defiant now — no sweetness. “Emily, you go ahead. It’s the least I can do.”
“There, see?” Emily says. “At least Merryn’s nice to me.”
I watch as Merryn takes the rest of the dishes away while Emily heads for the stairs down to the front door.
“Well, don’t be gone long,” I call to her retreating back, but she doesn’t respond. Seeing that the table is now cleared and hearing the water already running, I decide to get up and go join Merryn.
She’s already got the sink filling with soapy water and is rubbing the sponge over the plates.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say to her. She moves quickly, washing and rinsing the dishes before putting them in the rack to dry.
“It’s okay,” she says, turning the tap off. “I want to.”
I hear the front door open and shut and watch Merryn work. She’s already almost finished doing them. I guess there weren’t that many.
“But you know, I’m actually feeling a little gross,” she says as she wipes grease from a frying pan. “Yesterday was such a long day, and I really want a shower.”
“Oh,” I say. “Right. There’s, um, towels in the linen closet. I can grab you a towel.”
She puts the last dish in the rack and pulls the plug for the sink to drain. Then she shakes the water off her hands and turns to face me.
“But don’t you feel kind of dirty too?” she asks, and she’s got this look in her eyes and that feeling in my stomach gets stronger again. Down below, inside my jeans, my cock starts growing hard. Christ, the way she looks at me!
“I, uh,” I say, “I guess I am, yeah.”
What is happening? I can’t even speak in front of her!
“Well, in that case,” Merryn says, and she steps right up to me, reaching down and grabbing the front of my jeans. My cock strains against her hand. “Maybe you should join me. We can make sure we … don’t miss a spot.”
I swear to God, I could come again inside my pants. Merryn’s still got her hand over my cock and she’s rubbing it now, looking up at me with those come-fuck-me eyes. My animal instincts rise up in me and I look at her, my own eyes burning with passion. I see Merryn take in a shuddering breath just before I grab onto her back and lean down, planting my lips onto hers.
She moans against me as I hold onto her, my cock pushing hard into her body. I feel Merryn reach up to better get at me but I break it off too soon, and I can tell that both of us wants more.
“Let’s go,” I say, my voice a deep growl of lust. I turn and leave the kitchen, pausing only long enough to grab two towels out of the linen closet before we both go into the bathroom together. I flick on the light and fan and turn on the shower, giving it a chance to warm up. Then I turn around and see Merryn watching me, that look in her eyes again. Jesus Christ, I want her so fucking much. I walk right up to her and grab onto her arms, leaning down to plant her with a kiss.
Merryn moans against my lips. She reaches down and starts undoing my jeans and I start to unbutton her blouse as we undress one another. When her blouse falls open I reach behind her and undo her bra as she pushes my jeans and boxers down. My cock springs up and I feel her hand grab onto it, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. I take a deep breath, I can’t help it. She begins stroking me for a moment, and then she breaks away from the kiss and drops down to her knees, immediately taking my cock in her mouth.
I gasp, grabbing onto her hair as Merryn bobs her head back and forth, sucking on my cock. She works it with her tongue, running it over my swollen head and I moan. I’m throbbing, hard as a rock, and she’s working my member like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
She still has her hand wrapped around me and she begins jerking me off, moving in time with her mouth. My breath comes in deeper, and hot pleasure bubbles up from inside me. I’m so fucking horny and Merryn is only making me hornier.
“Jesus Christ,” I moan, tightening my grip in her hair. “That feels so fucking good.”
Her only response is to suck harder, sending a spike of pleasure moving up and through me. My loins almost boil with that need to explode. Merryn keep bobbing her head, her tongue working wonders, her hand sliding easily in her spit. I feel my body start to tingle, and that rising comes up stronger.
“Fuck, Merryn,” I say. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
She only moans in response and somehow sucks harder. A cry of pleasure is forced out of me. Her mouth works fast, her hand moving just as quickly. It all feels so good, so fucking good and my cock hardens as it all rises up and then, suddenly—
“UNGH!”
I explode inside of Merryn’s mouth and she lets out a muffled cry as my first shot of cum hits the back of her throat. But she keeps going as I come, sucking it all out of me. I let out a long, deep growl as load after load explodes out over her tongue.
Merryn takes it all like a champ. She keeps sucking me until my balls are empty, and even after I’m finished I hear her swallow my load before working on the head of my cock again. Shivers run through me. This feels so fucking good and Merryn is keeping me so fucking horny. And then she pulls her mouth off of my cock and stands up, looking up at me.
I drop down to kiss her without any words. I can’t help it. Our lips meet and our tongues dance together and I can taste myself mixed with her spit and my cock throbs hard between my legs. She’s breathing deep through her nose, and I feel her shake off her blouse and bra, letting them drop to the ground.
I break off the kiss and we quickly take off the rest of our clothes. When we’re both naked I turn and open the shower stall door, letting Merryn in first. Then I join her in the glass booth and shut the door behind us.
It’s a little cramped, but we can both fit in. The hot water feels good on my body. Merryn tilts her head back and lets the spray wash her face and hair. I grab the bar of soap and lather it up, and then reach down and begin to rub it over Merryn’s body. I feel her move against me as my hands slide easily over her delicious curves. Her body feels soft and supple in the warm wetness. She spins around so I can wash her back and her ass pushes up against my cock and I swear to God I could almost come again.
I lather up her back, reaching down lower, and lower. My hands find the top of her ass and she arches her back, pushing out toward me. I take the hint and go down, spreading her ass cheeks open with my fingers, feeling her, touching that soft muscle and flesh before finding that tig
ht little hole between her cheeks.
Merryn gasps as I touch her there, rubbing around, spreading the soap all over her. She writhes against my fingers, pushing into me. I keep washing her before finally letting the water rinse the soap off. Then I do it again but this time I reach down farther, going underneath her, feeling her warm and wet pussy there between her legs.
Merryn moans again as I lather her up down there, making sure to get her clean, ready for me again. She pushes back and I take my hands out, wrapping them around her instead. My cock presses down between her ass cheeks and I reach down to her pussy again. I feel my cock slip in between her legs and as I wash her pussy I’m washing my cock too, stroking myself, grinding my hips and rubbing up slowly between her lips and against her clit.
Merryn moans more loudly. She reaches up and grabs the back of my neck, holding onto me for support. She feels so fucking good as I slide one hand up to grab onto her breast. Her nipple is hard and she gasps as I give it a pinch. Merryn tilts her head up and I lean my head down and we kiss again. Hot water pours all over our bodies together. Merryn reaches down with her free hand and grabs onto my cock, stroking me. I drop the soap and it clatters on the shower stall floor. Water runs down her body and washes the soap away as we continue to touch each other, my fingers still rubbing her clit, her soft cries reaching my ears.
And then she grabs my cock and guides the head of it down to her waiting hole. One simple move and I slip in. Merryn gasps and lets out a long moan as I push my cock forward and she moves herself back, taking in as much of it as she can. Her wet body presses against mine and I hold her, still rubbing her clit, our bodies moving together. Her ass cheeks push into me and it feels amazing. Merryn moans in between our kisses. My cock keeps sliding in and out of her wet pussy. I’m deep inside of her and she reaches back again, holding me, keeping our bodies together. When I lean down and start kissing the side of her neck water hits the top of my head and pours over me, running down my face, making me close my eyes.
In my ears I hear Merryn’s cries as she moves faster on my cock. She tightens around me and I love it. My own hips move as I drive up into her. I hold her tighter. Her moans and cries mingle together to become something other, something wonderful. I keep rubbing her clit, keep pinching her nipple between my two fingers. She keeps going, up and up, and then I feel her tighten all around me and when she cries out hard I feel her come.
Merryn’s entire body shakes as she pushes hard against me. Inside all of this I feel that pleasure rising in my loins and I fly forward and come again, my cock exploding out inside of her pussy. I let out a loud yell in the shower. My cock comes hard, pumping into her pussy and filling her, warm thick jism flooding out and down onto my cock and balls. But we keep fucking and soon I’m emptied out, pleasure still pulsing through me, Merryn still holding onto me tight.
And as our orgasms subside I slide my hands over her stomach, holding Merryn. And as I do I get that feeling in my stomach again — that feeling I’ve never had before — but this time it doesn’t seem so scary. And as I hold her, her body pressed against mine in the warmth and the wetness of the shower, part of me wonders if maybe this is okay. Maybe this is how I’m meant to feel after all.
Merryn
Jake holding me feels so nice, I never want him to let me go.
I can still feel him deep inside of me. His cum is warm and flowing throughout me. His hands are wrapped around my stomach and I slide my own down to meet them, moving over the backs of them, our fingers linking together. I sigh and lean back into him, relishing this moment.
This entire adventure I’ve been on has turned my entire world upside-down. It’s only been a day, albeit a long, long day. And at first, I must say, I wasn’t very impressed with Jake at all. But now that I’ve seen how he really lives, and I’ve seen him with Emily and with his gang, I realize that this is it. This is exactly what I’ve been looking for.
I want Jake. I want everything about him. I want to be with him, and I want him to be with me. And I’m certain he feels the same way that I do too. I’ve seen the way he looks at me when he thinks I can’t see him. It gives me butterflies just to think about it. And sex twice already, and just this morning? Even I know that must mean something.
His hold on me finally relaxes and I let him slide his hands away. His cock leaves my body and I feel the rest of his seed pour out, running down my thighs. When I turn and look up at him he’s looking down at me, his expression once again being back to unreadable. But I kind of expected that. So I smile instead.
“That was fun,” I say. I look down and see the bar of soap still on the shower stall floor. I bend down and pick it up, then stand back up again. “Want me to wash you now?”
Jake seems frozen for a moment, but then he gives his head a nod and I lather up the soap.
Looking down at his stomach and chest, my eyes go wide. I don’t know why I never noticed it before — maybe because I was too busy focusing on other things — but Jake’s got tattoos all over his arms and chest. Patterns and designs. Intricate detailing that go from his shoulder to his bicep, across his pec muscles, down the sides of his body.
I realize I’m staring and I snap myself out of it. Lifting up my soapy hands I begin to rub them over his chest. His skin feels taut like a drum. I wash over his shoulders and under his arms. Jake lifts them without needing to be prompted. Then down to his stomach, feeling the ripple of his abs against my fingers. My heart flutters in my chest and my pussy grows warm, but I tell myself to calm down and focus.
I keep moving down and feel the top of his patch of pubic hair. I take a moment to soap that up, and then I keep going down and my fingers wrap around that.
Even now, even when he’s soft, Jake has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I watch him as my soapy hands run up and down his thick shaft. Even his balls seem big and I reach underneath, rubbing them, getting that soapy white foam to cover all that he is.
I hear him moan from up above and in my hand he starts to go hard. I smile and look into his eyes.
“Ah ah,” I say. “Your shower’s going to run out of water if we start that up again.”
I let go of his cock and lather down further, over his legs and thighs. My hands run along the thick cords of muscle, and when that’s all done I stand back up and look at him.
“Okay,” I say. “Turn around.”
Jake raises an eyebrow and he doesn’t say anything, but then he does as I told him, spinning slowly on the spot until his back is facing me.
Holy shit, he’s got more tattoos!
More designs, both simple and intricate, cover his skin. They cross over one another, covering his shoulders, threading down each of his sides. I take in a shuddering breath and lather my hands together, then begin washing his back.
Jake moves slightly beneath my touch and I feel his muscles undulate against my palms. I cover his entire back with soap, moving further and further down until …
Well, if he did it to me, why can’t I do it to him?
Lathering up again, I slide my hands down the small of his back and in between those two round ass cheeks of his. Jake’s muscles are tense at first, and I can’t get in, but soon he relaxes and I’m able to slide between. My fingers run down, coating the insides, and rubbing over that tight little hole of his.
It’s weird. I’ve never touched this part of a man’s body. Even though I’ve been in showers with them and had shower sex before, I’ve never really done anything this … intimate.
My fingers run up and down, and as they do I hear subtle, soft moans over the shower’s spray. Once again my pussy becomes warm and I tell myself to calm down. I know this can’t go on, so instead I take my hand out from between his ass cheeks and say, “All done.”
Jake turns around and looks at me, and now he’s got a bit of a smile on his lips. I smile back at him and, putting the bar of soap back, we rinse off together in the now-tepid water.
When we’re both clean Jake turns the shower off and open
s the stall door. A gust of icy-cold air makes me immediately shiver, but Jake quickly steps out and picks up a towel, handing it to me.
“Thanks,” I say in a chatter, opening it up and wrapping it around me. Jake stands in the middle of the bathroom, drying himself off, while I rub parts of the towel over my body, simultaneously trying to dry off and stay as warm as I can. But soon enough we’re all dry and we get our clothes back on. When we leave the bathroom Jake goes to hang up the towels as I walk into the living room to see Emily sitting on the couch, her camera in her hands. She turns around and smiles at me.
“Hey, how was your walk?” I ask her. “Take any good pictures?”
“Some, yeah,” she says.
“Can I see them?”
“Sure,” and she moves her crutches from beside her as I walk around and sit next to her on the couch.
Emily tilts the display toward me and begins going through them. They’re all typical pictures of things outside: cars, trees, other people, the sidewalk, buildings. But despite their simplicity, Emily’s somehow managed to bring out a sort of beauty in all of them. They have a quality that I would never associate with these objects at all.
“Wow, these are really good,” I tell her.
“Thanks.”
“Hey kiddo,” comes Jake’s voice as he enters the room.
“Jake,” Emily says, twisting around in her seat. “I wanted to tell you: there were these two guys down at the end of the street. They looked kind of scary and one of them had a leather jacket on with a picture of a bullet.”
I freeze, and I see Jake do the same. He stares at Emily.
“One of them was a Bullet?” he asks, and Emily nods. “What were they talking about?”
“I don’t know, their voices were too low. But it looked like the Bullet was explaining something to the other man.”
“What did the other guy look like?”
Emily shrugs. “Just a normal guy.”
“You didn’t recognize either of them?” Emily shakes her head and Jake purses his lips. “Fuck. This could be bad.”