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Her Inverted Intimacy Challenge: Part 2

PLATONIC FRIENDS HELP WITH INTIMATE SHAVING, COMPLICATED BY AROUSAL. By darrenr [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5753135&page=submissions].  Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/HerInvertedIntimacyChallenge2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/9e3db8bc917411f312d4d68e98dc9264/6aace1e5fd860860-b0/s640x960/a3f930fbe94edab0cd57d8d68bbdcfb2b0b1ff07.jpg] “There’s one thing, though,” Anna said hesitantly. “I’m nervous about wielding a razor in such a tender place when I can’t see very well down there. Would you, would you be willing to help me?” Jake swallowed. “Help, um, help you shave?” Anna nodded. “I know it’s a big favor. It’s no problem if you’d rather not.” Jake couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than spend some quality time with Anna’s vagina. “There’s one thing, though,” Anna said hesitantly. “I’m nervous about wielding a razor in such a tender place when I can’t see very well down there. Would you… would you be willing to help me?” Jake swallowed. “Help, um, help you shave?” Anna nodded. “I know it’s a big favor. It’s no problem if you’d rather not.” Jake couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than spend some quality time with Anna’s vagina. “It’s not that! I’m happy to help. It’s just, I’ve never shaved a, um, you know, a…” “Vulva?” Anna said with a smirk. “It’s okay to use the word. Anyway, neither have I! But you have the advantage of being able to see down there.” “Okay, fair point,” Jake said. “But it also means… well in order to do this, I’ll need to…” Anna raised her eyebrows waiting for him to finish. “I’ll be clean,” Anna said. “I’m going to shower first, of course.” Jake wasn’t expecting that. He shook his head. “Oh, no, I’m not concerned about that. I just mean I’ll need to… touch… you. There. You know, to shave you.” Anna frowned. “Yes, hmm, I see the difficulty now. You’ve got a friend sincerely asking for your help with her most private place, and you’re balking because even a clean vulva is, let’s face it, pretty gross.” “NO!” Jake said. “That’s not it at all!” Anna looked hurt. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to yell. You’re completely misunderstanding me. I don’t think you’re gross in any way. I don’t think your… vulva is gross. At all. Not to be too corny about it, but I think your whole body is beautiful. Including your vag–, I mean, vulva.” Anna looked skeptical. Jake grimaced. “I’m nervous because… well, you’ve said our relationship isn’t sexual. I have to be honest with you. There’s no way I can touch your body… your vulva… and not be affected. Sexually.” Anna bit her lip and looked down, nodding. “I’m still figuring myself out. I think that experience with Andrew all those years ago affected me more than I realized. I don’t know what I want, or what I feel. I just know I feel safe with you.” She lifted her head to look him in the eye. “Do you think it’s possible to just pretend that it’s not sexual between us?” “Yes, I can do that,” Jake said. “Though my body might react differently.” Anna smiled in relief. “Then there’s nothing to worry about. Once the novelty wears off, you’ll realize what a tedious task you’ve volunteered for. Now come ON already.” Her face bright with happiness, she jumped up from the couch, pulling him by the hand to the bathroom. “I’m happy to help shave you in return, of course.” “That’s probably safest,” Jake said, trying to play it cool as he realized where she would be touching him. They showered together like normal. Anna got two fresh towels, spreading one on the floor of the bathroom and keeping the other folded as a pillow. She unwrapped a new razor and put it, along with a can of shaving cream, beside the towel. Lying down on her back, she stretched her legs out and spread them apart. “Do you think I should shave it all or keep a patch of hair?” she asked. Jake stood transfixed by the sight, contemplating her lovely bush. It was full and fluffy and beautiful, with light brown hair looking impossibly soft. Part of him didn’t want her to shave it, but only part of him. “We could definitely leave a patch of hair if you want. Though even if you start fully shaved it would grow back soon.” “Good point. Let’s just shave it all to start.” She reached for the can of shaving cream. “Wait,” Jake said. “When I’ve shaved my beard in the past it worked much better when I clipped the hair short first. Otherwise the razor gets clogged. I have some small mustache scissors, if you want?” “Good idea,” Anna agreed. Jake dug in his drawer until he found the scissors, and then turned to face her and froze. Could he really do this? He felt a bit faint at the thought of accidentally cutting her. “It’s okay, Jake. I know you’re going to be gentle. Go ahead and start!” She smiled nervously at him. “But please be careful.” Jake took a deep breath and knelt between her open legs. He’d never been this close, and his greedy eyes took in every detail. He looked up to her face, framed at this angle by her lovely breasts, and she gave him an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, Jake raised his empty hand toward her and gently grabbed a tuft of hair. It was even softer than it looked. “Your hair is beautiful. Are you sure you want me to cut it?” Anna rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. Let’s do it!” Slowly, Jake brought the scissors up and snipped off a chunk of hair. Realizing he needed a place to collect it, he spread out a tissue. Anna watched him intently, propped up on her elbows. Carefully he worked, gathering and snipping, gathering and snipping. He gently brushed the loose hairs off her after trimming everything above her cleft. “How are you doing?” Jake asked. “Thank you for being so gentle. I would be a nervous wreck doing this myself.” “It’s my pleasure,” Jake said automatically, before realizing how intensely true the statement was. Quickly, he added, “Are you ready for me to continue working down… lower?” “You mean on my vulva?” She laughed. “Please use the names of my body parts, you silly.” “Sorry, you’re right. Are you ready for me to trim your vulva?” “Absolutely, please go ahead,” Anna said with a smile, though he still saw nervousness in her eyes. She dropped back onto the towel pillow, her breathing only a little shaky. Looking at her tender folds, Jake felt his palms sweating and his heart beating furiously. Gently, so gently, he touched his finger to the top of her cleft and drew it down to tease out the hairs trapped within. It took a few tries to get the hairs pulled off the bit of her inner labia that sat flush with her cleft. Careful to hold the scissors so he could see exactly where they cut and terrified of hurting her, he trimmed down the length of her outer lips. Anna’s hips twitched a little. “That tickles!” “Sorry! I’m not trying to tickle you.” “I know, it’s just a bit of sensory overload. Can you please just pause for a minute and press your palm against my skin, just to give my nerves a minute to calm down?” “Skin? Don’t you mean ‘vulva’?” Jake said. Anna laughed. “Fair point! Yes, please put your hand over my vulva to calm it down.” Jake put his palm against her cleft and felt its warmth, relishing the intimacy. Anna sighed and took a few deep breaths. “Okay, I’m good. Keep going.” “Could you please spread your legs a bit wider, so I can trim at the base of your legs?” “Sure thing!” Anna said. She bent her knees, bringing her feet up to rest against the sides of Jake’s legs as he knelt before her. Her outer lips were pulled apart, revealing moist pinkness inside. Her lovely scent grew stronger in his nose. Jake felt his erection jump. At least she couldn’t see his obvious arousal now. A few more minutes of careful clipping and he was done. He couldn’t be sure, but her inner lips looked wetter than before. He gently brushed the loose hairs away from her cleft and onto the tissue. Remembering how it might tickle, he placed his palm over everything again to relieve her. “Would you like me to clip, um, further down?” Then, remembering her earlier admonishment, added, “Around your, uh, anus?” Anna giggled as she sat up, her cheeks a little red. Anna bit her lip. “I suppose getting embarrassed at this point is silly. Yes, please trim down there, too.” She turned over onto her knees and pushed her bottom into the air, giving Jake his first clear view between her cheeks. His heart yearned with affection for her, the desire to care for her, even her cute little butthole. Only a few wisps of hair grew back there, and he was soon finished clipping. “Okay, I think we’re ready to start shaving,” Jake said. “Does it make sense to do that in the tub with lots of warm water?” “Definitely the tub, but we’re not ready yet. I need to clip you!” “Oh!” Jake said, “I forgot.” It was true. He was disappointed to realize he was quite erect, and with no way to hide it. “Well come on, trade places with me!” Jake stood up, his massive erection hanging out in the open air. He lay on his back feeling exposed and embarrassed. Anna knelt between his legs, and then she picked up his feet and brought them against the sides of her legs, so he was spread apart like she had been. His straining dick pointed up at the wall somewhere above his head. “Sorry about that,” he said, gesturing toward his erection. “Don’t be!” Anna replied. “I think it actually works better to have the skin stretched out for this. See if you can keep it that way. Are you ready?” “Sure, go ahead,” Jake answered. He didn’t expect it to be difficult to stay hard with her breath gently tickling his shaft. Sitting up on his elbows, he watched her gently grab a tuft of hair and clip it. She looked up to make sure he was okay, and then resumed careful clipping. Her breasts hung down in a lovely way as she bent over him clipping. Jake put his head back on the towel pillow and tried to relax, her every touch thrilling him. “I didn’t realize hairs grew up the shaft of your penis.” “Yeah it’s pretty nasty.” “No, it’s not nasty,” Anna said. “Just interesting.” He felt her fingers gingerly wrap around his shaft. “Wow, the skin is so soft. It’s a weird contrast with the hardness beneath the skin.” Jake relished the feel of her hand on him and listened to the soft swish of the scissors. “Are you doing okay?” Anna asked. She paused and kept her hand still on his hardness, the same anti-tickling strategy he’d used on her. It felt so nice. Jake was far more than okay, though he didn’t dare say that. He tilted his head up to look at her. “Perfectly comfortable. Thank you for being so careful.” She smiled at him, and then returned to her trimming. Her tongue poked out between her lips the same way it did when she was focused on some electronics soldering project. Seeing her so dedicated to caring for him made his ridiculous dick strain against her fingers. “Everything is more dynamic down here than I thought,” Anna said. Jake sat up again to give her a questioning look. “I suppose it’s obvious. It just hadn’t occurred to me. Like, when you’re hard it’s not simply rigid. It’s constantly softening a bit and re-hardening. I can even feel your pulse! And your scrotum moves!” Jake laughed. “Yeah I guess it’s all pretty weird.” “Not weird! Interesting.” Anna moved her hand down to his scrotum, her fingers gently stroking it as she trimmed hairs. “Alright, flip over so I can trim your… um,” Anna giggled for a second before continuing. “Your anus.” Jake dreaded this, but he complied. “Oh, I like how this seam of skin connects to your scrotum. This is so interesting!” A few more minutes of trimming and then she was done. “Okay NOW we’re ready for the shaving part,” Anna said brightly. Jake righted himself and helped clean up the tissues of trimmed pubic hair. There was a lot of hair. “Wow, look at us all trimmed!” Anna said, looking back and forth between the two trimmed crotches. “It feels cooler already. This is going to be great!” She started the water running and moved the new razor and can of shaving cream to the edge of the tub. They climbed in together and sat facing each other in the rising water. “This is fun,” Anna said. “I know it must be weird and tedious for you. I really appreciate you doing this with me.” “Are you kidding?” Jake said. “I’m having fun too. It’s not tedious at all.” Anna pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the tub and handed Jake the can of shaving cream. Still sitting in the water, he scooted toward her as she spread her legs apart. Jake squirted some shaving cream into his hand. “Ready?” he asked. Anna nodded, but he could see that her smile was a bit forced. He didn’t blame her for being nervous. He knew he felt more than nervous, and was grateful his hands remained steady. Jake dabbed the cream on the clipped-short hairs above her cleft and massaged it in with circular motions of his fingertips. Then he carefully dragged the razor in downward strokes, with the grain of her hair, stretching her skin flat as needed. Rinsing the razor often, he made sure to avoid re-shaving the same patch of skin. Finally, he was done with her pubic mound and rinsed her with cupped handfuls of water. “Nicely done, Jake!” Anna said, stroking the smooth skin with her hand. “Very nicely done.” Jake smiled, feeling pleased with his work. “Are you ready for me to shave your vulva now?” “Yes please!” Anna replied, though he could tell her enthusiasm was trying to conceal her nervousness. Jake squirted more cream in his hand and dabbed it on either side of her cleft. With both hands he gently rubbed cream along the inside of her legs and along her outer lips. Glancing up to check on her, he saw her cheeks were flushed. Did his touches feel good to her, or was that simply terror? Anna gave him a reassuring smile. Jake tried to focus. Continuing the short downward strokes, Jake gently drew the razor along her outer lips. Terrified of hurting her, with his other hand he stretched the skin flat and pulled it away from her inner labia as he shaved. After several minutes of careful work, she was shaved as far down as he could work at this angle. He brought up cupped handfuls of water to rinse and carefully stroked her skin feeling for any spots he might have missed. After a few touch-up strokes, he felt satisfied. “How is that?” Jake asked, looking up to her face. Anna’s cheeks were even more flushed, and she bit her lower lip. She broke out into a big smile. “Wow, Jake, you did a great job!” She explored all the shaved places with her fingers. “It feels so strange.” “I didn’t do a perfect job,” Jake said. “I was afraid of giving you a razor burn, so I went for gentleness over thoroughness.” “Thank you for being so careful. The whole time I knew I was in safe hands.” “You’re beautiful,” Jake said softly, lost in thought staring at her smooth cleft. Then, catching himself, “I think it looks great! Want me to finish your, uh, anus?” “Definitely!” Anna said. She dipped her bottom in the tub water to get everything freshly wet and turned over on her knees to present her bottom to him. Jake put shaving cream along the inside of each bottom cheek. A few careful strokes of the razor later he was finished, and he stopped to admire his work on her beautiful body. “All done!” he announced. Anna sat back down in the tub. “Alright, your turn now. Up on the edge of the tub!” While shaving Anna, Jake was so focused on being careful that his misbehaving dick shrunk down to nearly normal. Spreading his legs and presenting himself to Anna, however, quickly brought it back to fully erect. “Thank you,” she said. “I was worried how I would do this properly if your penis wasn’t erect. Are you ready?” Jake nodded, and Anna started rubbing shaving cream into his pubic hair. Looking down he watched her beautiful face, completely focused on her task. Her breasts, so comforting to see, jiggled as she moved. Part of him was very present, relishing her touches and attention. Another part of him was so deep in thought it was almost like having an out of body experience. Anna was the one person he cared most about in the whole world. She was his closest friend, the person who most understood him. When he was away from her, he missed her. When he was with her, he felt utterly content. His place didn’t feel like home unless she was there too. This wasn’t mere physical lust, though there was plenty of that as well. He truly loved her. The trouble was he didn’t see a way to tell her this, without risking messing up what he already had. The thought of frightening her off, of not sharing this intimacy with her, was too horrible to consider. Seeing the way she touched him, though, so carefully and tenderly, it was hard to believe she didn’t have any sexual feelings for him. “There we go,” Anna said, waking him from his reverie. Jake looked down to see himself thoroughly hairless. He didn’t get time to really look before she turned him over to shave between his butt cheeks. A minute later she was finished. They rinsed off in the shower and stood next to each other in front of the mirror to admire the results. “We look fantastic. I love this!” Anna said. “You look amazing,” Jake said. “So do you!” Anna was striking poses in the mirror. “Oh, I almost forgot. We need to moisturize.” She dug in her drawer and pulled out a bottle of lotion. “It’s a very gentle lotion suitable for the whole body. Do you mind if I apply it?” Jake shook his head and Anna straightened the towel on the floor for him to lie down upon. Anna used both hands on him to gently massage lotion everywhere she had shaved, including the shaft of his rock-hard dick and his smooth ball sack. Unlike shaving, he was obviously capable of applying lotion to himself without danger. But if she wanted to touch him and be touched by him, he certainly wasn’t going to argue. He was surprised to find Anna spreading the lotion beyond the sha

Her Inverted Intimacy Challenge: Part 1

HOW LONG CAN NAKED FRIENDS RESIST BECOMING LOVERS? By darrenr [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5753135&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/HerInvertedIntimacyChallenge1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/013f989d71b62c676186d9c727a9f698/0a7c5fe58f82dd4f-af/s640x960/17624c1ff6aff2e6318ab5ea37ff23ce9c09a962.jpg] “Breasts, yes. I want to show you my breasts,” Anna said, making a simple request that complicated everything. Jake instinctively glanced down at her chest, before wrenching his gaze back to her face. His mind raced in useless circles around a single thought: Danger! “But you have to promise to tell me if that would make you uncomfortable,” Anna said. “I can only ask you this favor because our friendship is both close and solidly non-romantic. I completely understand if my request is just too flippin’ weird!” Jake had never been less comfortable in his life. This felt like a bad idea. He wanted it anyway. Feeling ashamed of himself, Jake forced himself to think. Anna wouldn’t ask unless it was important to her. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so he tried a joke. “Compared to eating the terrible chicken dinner you made last night, this sounds like a walk in the park.” Anna erupted in giggling. She was clearly nervous, but it was comforting to hear her infectious laugh. That, at least, felt normal. They met about a year ago, neighbors moving in on the same day. She had a kind face. If she wore makeup, it wasn’t enough to notice. She was an inch taller, had brown eyes and long blonde hair–brilliantly shining blonde–always in a ponytail. Her face seemed to have only two states: stern concentration or an easy smile. She had a solid aspect to her figure but wasn’t fat. Her tight jeans revealed strong legs and a substantial bottom that her height proportioned nicely. A baggy flannel shirt hid any details about her breasts. Although Jake tended to be shy, an endless conversation began during their second shared elevator trip. Her name was Aine, but she went by Anna. She liked hiking and tinkering with electronics. They both just moved into town and it was their first time living on their own. Anna did some kind of computer engineering work that sounded much cooler than the business analysis work he did. They both used Excel spreadsheets extensively for work and shared many of the same frustrations with its quirks. They liked a lot of the same video games and movies and had plenty to talk about. That first night they shared take-out at Jake’s place, which was the start of Anna’s habit of visiting constantly. Jake insisted on paying. To repay him, the next night Anna made dinner in his kitchen. Jake then reciprocated the following night. Neither of them was a very good cook, but it worked out. They ate dinner together nearly every day, alternating cooking and cleanup. Anna declared it was more efficient to share food between two people. She also decided Jake’s pot, pan, and dish situation was better than hers, so they used his kitchen. Jake gave her the spare key to his apartment and she came and went as she pleased. He started to develop real feelings for her. This stopped when, after a week hanging out together, Anna mused on the merits of their relationship. “I’m glad we’re neighbors,” Anna said that day. “We’ve only known each other a week, and yet I already feel like we’ve been friends for years.” “I feel the same way,” Jake had said. “Best of all,” she added in a moment burned into his memory, “Is we don’t have a trace of romantic tension between us. We’re free to just be friends without all that bullshit.” Jake let her comment pass without challenge. What else could he do? But it was a blow. All his romantic and erotic fantasies about her fizzled, impossible to sustain if she didn’t feel the same. At least he did genuinely like her, mostly. The “mostly” came down to her presumptuousness. She saw that, obviously, it made sense for them to share Jake’s kitchen. Obviously, it made sense for her to set up her electronics workbench in Jake’s apartment, and hadn’t even asked him. He didn’t complain because he liked their dinner arrangement and liked seeing her build crazy electronics. She wasn’t wrong in her actions; he just wished she’d ask first. Watching movies, playing video games, and discussing politics solidified their friendship. Jake was eventually able to suppress most of his unwelcome feelings about Anna. He tried his best to think of her as just a friend. A pal. Which made this request so upsetting. He was dismayed to find that his efforts over the past year had only hidden the shameful ember of carnal desire in his heart. Her words now rekindled it into a bright flame, unthinking and ravenous. He refused to let it burn this person he cared about. “Anna, wait.” Jake was surprised to hear the words coming out of his mouth. Concern returned to her face. “Are you sure about this? It’s not that I don’t want to see, you.” “Then why don’t you shut up and let me show you?” Anna asked, laughing nervously. “Believe me, I’m wondering myself. I just, we’ve been neighbors for almost a year now, and I like to think we’ve become friends. However, I never got the sense you saw me as more than a friend, so this whole ‘I want you to see me naked’ thing is a bit of a surprise. Not an unwelcome surprise, but, well, can you please spell it out for this dummy?” Anna looked down and sighed. “You’re right, I owe you an explanation. Please, please be patient with me. This isn’t easy.” “Deal,” Jake said in agreement. He leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms and legs in an exaggerated manner. “I’m extremely patient.” Anna took a deep breath. “When I was eighteen I had my first serious boyfriend, Andrew. We were making out, and I let him take my shirt and bra off. It was a mistake. He was a mistake. I don’t know what I saw in him. The thing is, I have inverted nipples.” Anna turn away from Jake and began to shyly fidget. “He freaked out when he saw them. He didn’t want to touch them anymore, didn’t want to touch me. Looking back, I think he was just a nervous kid frightened by something he didn’t understand. Still, it really hurt.” “Fucking hell, Andrew. What a massive asshole,” Jake said. Anna’s face showed relief at his reaction. “Yes,” she agreed, “especially when he told his friends and started calling me ‘NN anna’ for ‘No Nipple Anna.’” “No way!” Jake said. “What the fuck?” “High school can be rough, right? It’s not even accurate. I have nipples, they just go in instead of out. I think the whole school eventually heard. Plenty of people 'accidentally’ called me Nnanna, even a teacher once. I was devastated at the time, but I’ve tried to forget about him, about his reaction, about the taunting. I’ve dated a few guys over the years, though I’ve always ended it before things got, intimate. I’ve come to realize, on some level, I’m still ashamed of my body. I’m still afraid of a repeat of Andrew’s reaction.” “That is some bullshit. No person should be ashamed of their body.” “Yes,” Anna agreed. “Intellectually, I know that. I’ve been telling myself for years. My trouble is the difference between knowing in my head and really feeling it in my heart. That’s what I’m hoping you can help me with.” “Got it,” Jake said. “You want to show me your breasts, so I can NOT freak out.” “Exactly! Which sounds silly when you say it out loud. I know this is a weird favor to ask, I just, I feel safe with you.” Doubt returned to her face. “It’s totally okay if you’d rather not do this. I don’t want to guilt you into this.” “Anna, it’s okay. Thank you for explaining. I understand, I think.” “Oh, come on, it’s not a big deal,” Anna said, trying to sound casual. “Right?” Jake shook his head. “I disagree,” he said. “A friend sharing something deeply personal and fraught with shame, trusting me. It’s a big deal.” Anna gazed into Jake’s eyes, her breasts dominating his thoughts as they rose and fell with her breaths. He wondered if he saw more than friendship flickering in her eyes, but then it vanished. “Thank you,” she said. “Now that we’ve reached an understanding and decided on a course of action, we have another problem: I don’t see how I can work up the courage to actually, um, do it.” Her voice got very quiet at the end as she looked down and chewed her lip. “It just seems impossibly weird and awkward to undress in front of you.” She gave his arm a gentle shove like she did when they played video games. Jake thought for a second. “Well I’m certainly not going to pressure you. But if you’re set on doing this, then I have a suggestion: What if we both pretend you’re fully clothed? I’ll set up the video game. When you’re ready, you come in dressed however you want, and we’ll both just pretend everything is normal. We can play Mario Kart like we planned, all very normal and unremarkable.” Jake couldn’t help smirking a little bit at this last sentence. Anna’s face brightened. “I like that idea. That might work.” Jake stood up. “Off you go, then,” he pointed at his bedroom. “I’ll just set up the game and you can join me when you’re ready.” He faced the TV and grabbed the remote. “I hope you are prepared to get trounced,” he added. Anna departed for his bedroom. Jake’s heart raced, and his hands trembled a bit. He tried some deep slow breaths. They didn’t help much. He visualized the bedroom door behind him and the woman he expected to emerge any second. Jake was ashamed to feel an erection start at just the thought of seeing Anna’s breasts. His friend was trusting him to help her! He had to master himself and come through for her. He had to. He heard Anna take a quiet step into the open doorway behind him. He dared not turn around. On an impulse he pulled his own shirt off and tossed it. While he was very aware his own skinny chest was completely unremarkable, he hoped this would make her a bit more comfortable. Then he did something he knew she hated. “I hope you don’t mind, I’m just going to start the race. I’m choosing your character, yes, Bowser on the biggest car so you can’t do anything but go in a straight line…” Anna’s hand snatched the controller out of his as she dropped beside him on the couch. “Don’t you dare!” she said, laughing. Jake kept his eyes locked on the TV screen, trying to act casual while his mind reeled at the bare breasts just visible at the corner of his eye. She had done it! Part of him wanted to turn and stare directly at the first bare breasts he’d met in person. A bigger part of him was simply proud of his friend’s courage. She’d identified a source of needless shame and took steps to overcome it. Jake wanted to make this a positive experience for her. That didn’t mean he didn’t take in as much as he could without looking directly. In addition to taking off her shirt and bra, she had taken out her ponytail. She parted her hair on either side of her head, and let it fall down her front. Through this inadequate screen of hair he thrilled at an impression of pale roundness, and maybe a hint of pink? It helped to have the game to concentrate on, though his playing was shit. Anna was never one to sit still and just push buttons on the controller. She moved her whole body with each turn of the race car. He kept his gaze glued to the TV even though her constant movement tickled the outskirts of his vision mercilessly. After several races, Jake started to feel close to normal. His game-play was back up to the level of “respectable.” His erection calmed down. He still hadn’t gotten a look at Anna’s bare breasts sitting right next to him, but he also no longer had to struggle to keep his eyes locked forward. He felt relaxed and happy, having fun with his friend. More than happy, he felt buoyant. It was as if Anna’s bare chest was a beacon radiating warmth, bathing his heart in contentment. Just knowing that she trusted him with this made him feel closer to her. When Anna won the next race, Jake decided to check on her. He put the controller down, tilted his head far back on the couch to make it clear he could only see the ceiling, and leaned in her direction with one hand to his mouth in a conspiratorial gesture. Whispering, he said, “How are you doing?” Anna mirrored his pose and whispered in response. “Really good, actually. How are you doing?” “Really good, too,” Jake said, afraid to reveal how much more than just 'good’ he felt. Anna nodded slightly and then she sat up and resumed talking in a normal voice. “I’m going to get us glasses of water.” And with that she stood up and walked to the kitchen. Jake took in the sight of her bare back as she walked away from him. She was beautiful. He longed to touch her and hated himself for it. Momentarily, she would be walking back toward him, and he had to keep his eyes on the TV. He had to. She returned from the kitchen with two glasses of water. Instead of sitting she stood directly in front of him, blocking the TV, and held one out. Jake’s efforts at gaze discipline went out the window as he was forced to look up at the glass, which she held at the exact elevation to be in line between his eyeballs and her breasts. Jake did his best to keep his eyes moving up to her face where he looked her in the eyes and said a hoarse “thank you” as he took the glass. Anna tilted her head far back to take drink. With her eyes toward the ceiling, Jake understood she was giving him permission to look. Jake’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, and his composure left him. The rest of the room faded out of existence as his brain took in every detail. The slightly tan color of Anna’s face and arms was thanks to the sun, for her bare shoulders and upper chest were paler. Her breasts were paler still and revealed a faint tracery of blue veins around her shapely contours. Her hair covered the promised inverted nipples, though he could see the edges of puffy pink areolas. On the one hand, this was just another part of his friend’s body. His friend Anna happened to be a woman, women have breasts, and these were simply Anna’s breasts. Up close like this, Jake could see the subtle details on her skin. The fine hairs, sprinkling of moles, and minor asymmetries stressed the reality of what he beheld, in contrast to the airbrushed breasts in porn. Intellectually, Jake knew in the big picture all breasts, all bodies, were ultimately unremarkable. On the other hand, Jake couldn’t help feeling these particular breasts were magical beacons of beauty, acceptance, trust, and intimacy. Anna’s breasts emanated waves of warmth that bathed his heart in joy and evoked feelings of affection and protectiveness. It pained him to think of all those years of being ashamed of her body, avoiding physical intimacy for fear of rejection. After an eternity of taking in this sight, Anna sat on the couch again. He fastened his eyes on the TV and tried to regain his composure. Jake felt a flash of pain on his arm as Anna playfully hit him with the back of her hand. “Come on, slowpoke, press 'A’ so we can start the next race. I’m enjoying destroying you.” “Oops,” Jake said, resuming the game. And then, feeling daring, he added: “I don’t know where my mind was.” It was hard to tell without turning his head, but he thought he saw her smile. They played a few more races until it was their usual bedtime for a work night. Anna stood up. “Well, we both have work tomorrow. Better call it a night.” She walked into Jake’s bedroom and then returned dressed normally. The light in the room felt weaker without the shining warmth of her bare breasts. He fought to hide his disappointment. “G'night,” she said, walking to the door. Jake leaped up to meet her at the door. “Thanks for the fun evening,” he said. Then, his face reddening, “I mean the Mario Kart.” Anna laughed, her face blushing too. “Thank YOU!” Then, hesitating, “for everything.” When the door closed behind her, Jake’s apartment felt cold, lonely, and dark. The next day at work, Jake had trouble getting anything done with visions of Anna’s breasts dancing in his head. He missed the feeling of being with her when she was topless. But on his way home, a new worry arose: How awkward would it be when he saw her again tonight? There was no going back to how things had been before. Opening the door to his apartment, he heard Anna working in the kitchen. “Hey,” Jake called out. “Hey yourself,” Anna answered from the kitchen. Jake relaxed when he saw she was wearing a shirt, though not without a pang of disappointment. What had he expected? Idiot. Anna cut vegetables, wearing the circuit-board-print apron she liked. “Get the waters, I’m almost finished.” Jake tried to act normal but couldn’t stop thinking about her breasts as he set the coffee table in front of the TV. Anna put down plates of chicken salad and sat beside him on the couch. Normally, at this point they would watch something on TV while they ate. The remote control was on the arm of the couch next to Anna, ignored. “How was work?” Anna asked. “Oh fine, pretty normal,” Jake lied. “You?” “Actually,” Anna said, “I had trouble focusing at work today.” She paused there, as if giving Jake an opportunity to say more. “To be honest,” Jake admitted, turning to look her in the eye, “I had the same problem.” “Was there something on your mind?” Anna asked. “Technically two things were on my mind,” Jake said. Anna burst out laughing. Relieved, Jake laughed too. “I want to thank you,” Anna said, “for being so patient with me last night. And kind. I was close to running out of the room in tears. You helped me keep it together.” She took his hand. “That was very kind of you. I feel like a burden of shame was lifted. Thank you.” Jake blushed. “What I hadn’t expected, though…” Anna looked down. “What I hadn’t expected was how much I enjoyed it.” Anna slowly raised her eyes to meet Jake’s. Panic came rushing back. Did she want to do it again? Did Jake want that? Confused thoughts swirled in his head. Did he want to kiss Anna? Yes, but she didn’t want that. Did he feel romantic thoughts about her? Yes, but she didn’t want that either. Did he want to see her breasts again, despite all his misgivings? Yes. Most definitely yes. “Did you…” Anna was studying his face. “Did you enjoy it, too?” “YES!” Jake blurted out, not exactly playing it cool. Anna smiled. “Do you, do you mind if we do it again?” “I would love that,” Jake answered. Anna hesitated. “It made me feel better when you took your shirt off first.” Jake nearly tore his shirt in his rush to pull it off. Anna’s eyes on his chest made his skin feel warm. After a moment of staring, Anna started to unbutton her shirt. Feeling emboldened by Anna’s unguarded staring at him, Jake watched her fingers work. The anticipation was intense, and he felt a reckless swelling between his legs. “Excuse me,” Anna said sternly, “my eyes are up here.” Jake blanched and tore his gaze up at the ceiling, his heart pounding in panic and his dick shrinking in shame. Incoherent apologies spilled out of his mouth as he tried to repair the damage his eager eyes had done. “Whoa, whoa, it’s okay, I was just joking!” Anna said quickly. “I’ve never seen anyone go so pale. Are you okay? Jake, you didn’t do anything wrong. The whole point is for you to look at me.” She grabbed his shoulders. “Jake, please, I’m sorry, I was only trying to be funny.” She gently pulled on the back of his head until it was tilted down at her chest again. “Your respectful instincts are part of why I trust you. It’s okay. I want you to look.” He watched her shirt rise and fall with each breath, and eventually his breathing matched hers. Anna released his head and resumed unbuttoning. She wasn’t wearing a bra. After t

Couples Therapy

THE WIFE DOES NOT EXPECT THE RADICAL CONFRONTATIONAL METHOD. by zorro4l [https://href.li/?https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6009749&page=submissions], Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/CouplesTherapy.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/9b11853fbcd6af25e5ec00724731379a/7844ecce6675ae0b-16/s640x960/1050efc4e1f45c38c9a5bf8e41a20c697eda76eb.jpg] The famed specialist Elsa Jünger cordially welcomes the newly arrived couple to her office and invites them to take a seat in the plush leather armchair provided for this purpose. The couple cannot help but be impressed by the imposing beauty and youthful presence of Dr. Jünger, in her attitude and the tone of her voice emanates a subjugating sensuality, a resolute authority pronounced in the femininity of her forms and the voluptuous aroma of her perfume would impose a certain sense of insecurity and nervousness in the first impression that the couple took of the prestigious psychiatrist with a doctorate in Vienna. “Before we begin, Mr. and Mrs. Holtz, I want you to know that every problem can be solved, no matter how big it is. I want to thank you both for placing your trust in me, I want you to find here a neutral place where no matter how serious the problem is, we will solve it with my method based on the transmutation and the flow of emotions. We could start with you Dominika.” Said the therapist. “We have been married for 20 years, Fritz is a good provider, a good father and he is very responsible, but for a long time now our intimacy has been reduced to a couple of moments per year, he doesn’t seem to have much interest in me.” said Dominika. “Let’s see what we have here, can you stand up?” said Dr. Jünger. Dominika stood up obediently while the specialist observed the elegance and attractiveness of the demure tone of the housewife. “Good. You are a healthy-looking woman, with a certain attractiveness. Have you thought that your demure appearance and attitude have something to do with it? Don’t take it the wrong way, you look refined and very elegant in that button-down dress, you have a face with beautiful features and porcelain skin, you are 43 years old, you have beautiful reddish blonde hair, and after the treatment, your beautiful eyes will shine with joy again.” said Elsa Jünger. The therapist continued to look analytically at Dominika, who remained quietly expectant.  “Have you thought that your family’s occupations are interfering?” Elsa said as she continued to analyze the woman. “I lead a simple life dedicated to my family.” Dominika said. “Don’t be angry, but with that hairstyle and those huge glasses, together with your attitude of monastic modesty and arrogant suburban virtue, you look like a duck on an empty stomach.” Elsa said to Dominika who adopted an astonished expression, she found those words outrageous and incorrect, they made her feel offended and her dignity violated. The therapist walked with resolute seriousness around Dominika without leaving her analytical posture, typical of a specialist who is critical of the causes of the problem. Fritz silently noted the way the attractive doctor’s formal attire seemed to fit progressively with a singular adherence to her body, suggesting the resolute ambition of a consummate femininity possessed of extravagant and firm forms. It was impossible for his gaze to focus elsewhere as the spectacular psychiatrist moved about the office analyzing the silent Dominika, for a moment the flirtatious lines of delicate panties under the ever-tightening skirt seemed to insinuate themselves, resolutely asserting their presence and outlining the spherical perfection of the optical poem that was the firm backside of the sensual therapist. Fritz smiled subtly and would immediately notice the same kind of naughty affirmations on his wife’s dress. Dr. Jünger continued to express her impressions to Dominika, by this time she was right behind the astonished woman and placed her hands on the shoulders of the unsuspecting housewife. Elsa stopped to observe Fritz, he remained silent and did not seem to understand the seriousness that emanated from that fiery coppery gaze that rested on him in an analytical way, for a moment it seemed as if the therapist was reading an open book which she was able to consult in its entirety, only in a matter of seconds. “When I see you, I feel that there is a succubus eager to come out.” Said the doctor. Her face was illuminated by a perverse smile that was sketched in the cruel sensuality of her lips at the moment when her hands pulled with force Dominika’s dress, tearing it suddenly and exposing her intimate clothes.  “What the fuck!” Dominika exclaimed in alarm as she was overcome by an unusual stupor that ran through the smoothness of her skin with the speed of thought. Fritz was about to get up from his seat.  “Hold it right there! You came to me to improve your life, and you must trust my methods.” Said the specialist imperatively, to which Fritz would be forced to obey. Dominika was changing color, her face was reddening in an accelerated way and gradually the rest of her body where the skin was visible, also began to transmute from its natural pale tone to a bright reddish color that somehow would indicate according to the specialist, clear signs of a caloric reaction in the bloodstream that respond to the emotions that are brewing inside her anatomy as a reflection of her emotions. Dominika felt an indescribable helplessness to move, as she stood there in her satiny white set of full-cut panties and bra, the doctor gently placed her hands on the roundness of those hips covered by the tight panties of the nervous and embarrassed Dominika.  “How do you feel now? Tell us the first thing that comes to your mind to describe your sensations.” The specialist, who was standing in front of the exposed and astonished housewife, said seriously. “I am ashamed to be exposed in this violent way that you have exerted on me for no reason, and I feel very upset because; you have just torn my favorite dress!” Dominika said indignantly. “Is that the whole problem? You are in front of your husband and your therapist, I didn’t do this in a crowded place where you would get more attention.” The doctor said as she removed Dominika’s hair pin and arranged it in a way that would give her hair more volume and show off her new freedom. “Feel the glare of your husband’s eyes resting on you right now as he sees you in those tight panties of shimmering nylon, covering the roundness of your sinuous womanhood and his gaze plays guessing games with your lace cup bra.” said Elsa Jünger. Dominika was unable to clear her thoughts of those uncomfortable sensations that came over her after seeing her dress torn on the floor. “He basks in the sparkles of your white ensemble and the jealous duty with which he finds himself guarding the secret of the nymph, imprisoned in that demure position of a respectable lady of the suburbs. And that just a moment ago, her lines were uncomfortable naughty insinuations, through the fabric of your now useless dress, completely alien to your will.” Said the doctor in a tone pregnant with seriousness. Dominika and Fritz maintained an uncomfortable silence as they exchanged glances with each other. “Tell me, Fritz, is your memory taking you for a ride? Don’t tell me anything yet! The smile on your lips speaks to me of the echoes imprinted in the incipient sexual awakening of a boy, whose erotic fantasies began when he discovered an image similar to this one and were to be found all that summer in the lingerie catalogs his mother received in the mail.” Said the doctor while maintaining intense eye contact with Fritz. Fritz was beginning to feel a certain nervousness because of the velvety tone Elsa Jünger was using, and he seemed to perceive a certain fieriness in those big coppery eyes that were looking at him penetratingly.  “Don’t say anything, your face has already expressed itself eloquently, now take a good look at your wife! Calmly and do not hurry, look at how her navel and her thighs contrast with this garment. Think of everything it evokes in you!” said the doctor. Fritz sighed silently as he listened attentively to the sensual therapist. “The discovery of your own eros and the adventure of going into the girls’ dressing room that morning. Do you remember the scent of the perfume that day? And surely the fire is still alive in your eyes with which you would see those girls in the future.” said Dr. Jünger to the blushing Fritz, who was deeply shocked by the way his innermost secret memory was laid bare in front of his half-naked wife, who was gaping at the man she thought she knew at all. “Now take three deep breaths, Dominika.” Said the doctor as she instructed her to stand in certain ways, first she had her arm on her hip so that she could lean a little while she put her thighs together and helped her to loosen up a little to adopt a relaxed attitude in the nervousness reflected in her exposed body.  “How do you feel now Dominika?” asked the doctor, pleased with what she considered a breakthrough. “I feel a little stupid, vulnerable and humiliated without my dress. Why did you have to tear it?” said Dominika indignantly. “The cost of your dress can be deducted from my fee. Do you feel better now?” answered the doctor with seriousness and a certain cynicism in her words.  “No, I’m furious!” Said Dominika approaching the therapist, that shyness and particular shyness and demure modesty typical of a lady of her condition, had evaporated from the affable countenance of that housewife, who suddenly radiated a feline attitude of resolute sufficiency, capable of anything. Fritz watched astonished as his wife turned into a force of nature, who uncontrollably placed her hands on the tight skirt that the therapist was wearing and that soon rose like a theatrical curtain and was torn off like a leaf by the autumn wind, leaving the doctor immersed in the center of the tempest that Dominika’s hands became, now imposing their whirlwind-like might on the stunned specialist, whose white silk blouse was ripped open the instant the buttons flew through the air, and was torn in the blink of an eye followed by what appeared to be a beautiful black lace bra that now lay destroyed on the floor. Fritz held his breath as his eyelids took a pause and his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets at the sudden tearing of fabrics leaving the firm and generous figure of the famed psychiatrist, while a force unheard of in Dominika stripped her with the ease of one who peels a tangerine with her hands. The doctor maintained the composure defined by the stoicism of her unalterable scientific will and demonstrated an immovable calm, not needing her skirt and blouse now torn and scattered on the floor, to regain control of the situation. She placed her hands on Dominika’s hips, clasping them against her, and looking her straight in the eyes, she addressed her with a voice studied in its modulation. “Now breathe Dominika, inhale and exhale three times!” said the therapist. Meanwhile Dominika would instantly lose all that destructive momentum that was invading her as if she were in a trance as soon as Elsa Jünger’s coppery gaze made contact with her. She stopped and looked at the doctor in panties, stockings and garter belt showing herself calmly and with a certain attitude of pride at the now exposed arrogance of those breasts with pink areolas and the smoothness of her skin enveloping her unusual feminine forms that seemed to emanate erogenous sparkles. A gasping Dominika, surprised and doubtful of herself as she felt a guilty pleasure, being herself with her hands the one who left her therapist half naked, transmuting in seconds her previous role from victim to victimizer, only listened to the strength of her heartbeat crackling a flame shining from her eyes and all over her skin.  “How do you feel now Dominika?” said Dr. Jünger standing in front of her in her panties, without losing her composure for a moment, as if she didn’t care about her partial nudity in front of the couple. “Now I feel terrible doctor, I’ve acted like a monster, please excuse me!” Said the agitated woman trying to regain the elegance and propriety of her manners in a desire to hide her pleasure. “Did you get over your torn dress? Does it make you feel better to have equalized things between us? Now we’re both in our panties! Said the doctor as a gesture made with both hands pointed to her lack of clothing and made special emphasis on her shapely bare breasts.  “Does that make you feel more comfortable now?” Said the therapist in a confident and professional attitude from which emanated a sensuality that silently overwhelmed both Fritz and Dominika. “I’m so sorry, doctor, your clothes! In an absurd outburst I have torn them. I feel so mortified by what I just did, I’m so ashamed, nothing justifies my reaction, but deep down I felt that I let go of something that had been holding me back for a long time.” Dominika said, wrapped in an exciting confusion of pleasure and guilt that began to moisten her. For a moment Fritz’s presence seemed to be ignored by his wife and the therapist, immersed in their therapeutic dialogue. The man was pleased by everything his eyes beheld, giving him a voyeuristic sensation and the sudden way in which two beautiful women interacted in panties in a way pregnant with naturalness, just as it happened in the advertisements printed years ago in the genesis of his libido. At that moment a spell of time re-activated the feverish adolescent sensation circulating through his veins, he was eroticized by the fierce power demonstrated by his wife who unthinkingly released a hedonic essence evidenced by the residue of torn garments on the floor, belonging to Dominika and Dr. Jünger. Fritz could not deny how excited he was. “It’s an occupational hazard, Dominika. I provoked that catharsis myself, however, you look freer and more confident.” Said the doctor, keeping eye contact with Dominika.  “Now look at your husband! He is recreating himself epatante and blissful in the delight caused by the incandescence of your sensuality emerging impetuous, reclaiming his domain snatched by the boredom of loving and living that you yourself have caused. Do you think it is right to have denied him that joy after all that married life?” said Dr. Jünger in a serious tone. Dominika shrugged her shoulders with a certain embarrassment evident in the way she lowered her gaze and her arms awkwardly crossed over her breasts covered by the demure white bra adorned with a bow in the center. “For years you’ve taken everything for granted and abandoned the adjacent hedonism by provoking passionate debauchery in your man and then you whine because he’s lost interest in touching you. That should shame you! Not the fact that you show a little bit of your skin.” Dr. Jünger said in a warm, motherly tone. Dominika was silent, feeling even more embarrassed by those words and surprised by the emotion that was all over her skin at the way Fritz was looking at her at that very moment. She had the impression that her usual temperance was abandoned to a lasciviousness superior to her evanescent demure. “I know you wish to preserve your present energetic mood. You look voluptuous! and it is evident the way you enjoy hoarding the cravings emanating from that lustful adolescent who was dozing in your husband. In the next few days, you will dispense with wearing your skirts, dresses and pants; you will only wear your panties and a very short blouse! You will walk before him from the superb sinuosity of your infinite legs.” Said the doctor in a tone of imperative seriousness, which Fritz silently thanked with a luminous smile on his face, reflected in the coppery gaze of the sensual therapist who smiled back with pleasure.  “No way doctor! What will my children say? I can’t walk around the house in my panties, then they are visited by their friends. I’m ashamed!” said Dominika astonished.  “Don’t be silly Dominika! Are you dressed well already? You look radiant! You should be proud of yourself for the fruitful beauty that makes up your forms. Feminine nature was conceived to be admired!” said the therapist. Don’t you feel like weaving dreams in the incipient onanistic fantasies of a young man? Watch the way he reacts as he dissects you with the scalpel of his concupiscent gaze and rejoice in that sensation that will run through you sensual and dreamy.” The doctor said as she began to undress Dominika, gently removing her bra and then bending her over to remove her panties.  “What are you doing? Stop!” Said Dominika, unable to do anything about it, as she waved her hands to cover herself nervously and awkwardly as she felt naked and exposed.  “Look at you now! Don’t you feel more comfortable in the shelter of your own skin? Your clothes defined you and did so in a boring way that imprisoned that nymph who now wiggles free from her own purest expression and expands voluptuously into the domain of her dreams.” Said Dr. Jünger as she released her patient’s hands with the intention of giving her a sense of security and pride in her new, naked condition. Dominika could not quite process in her body and mind the methods she found radical for couple’s therapy. She paused to look at her therapist, scanned the smooth skin of the woman full of herself, and an inquisitive glint would meet the glowing copper-colored eyes of Elsa Jünger, who would respond with a smile and an intuitive glance questioning the finality of her resolution. Elsa exhaled a sigh, walked to her desk and handed Dominika a pair of scissors on her return. “Come on, now finish what you started!” said Elsa, looking her in the eye. Dominika crouched down elegantly and stealthily like a tigress ready to enjoy the last moments of her hunt, the scissors slid like an ascending caress across Elsa’s full hips and the cold sound of the steel closing released one of the flanks of those lacy black V-cut panties, Dominika would move feline behind Elsa’s back and the caress of the steel would remove the last strip of the unwearable garment, with poetry enunciated in her delicate fingers, she lovingly slid the fabric away and with glee would fill her gaze with the smooth complexion of the spherical consistency of the perfect female derriere. Seconds later, Dominika would deposit the scissors on the floor and her hands would remove the garter belt and pronouncing a caress with her hands, they would descend with the gentleness of a verse along those legs removing one by one their nylon covers, once freed of every fabric and every stitch of cloth the body of the doctor. Dominika ascended and with her gaze certified the absolute nakedness of Elsa Jünger, who stretched out her hands to meet her gaze at the end of the ascent.  “Are you satisfied?” said Elsa.  “Dominika nodded with a certain perversity lighting up her face. Elsa would place her hand on Dominika’s chin, who abandoned herself to the power of those hands, renouncing the vestiges of her modesty and surrendering the will of her lips to the voluptuous therapist, together they would inhabit her skin in a murmur that conspired in the verb. Fritz observed bucolic that verse intoning the exuberant celebration that sublimated his elevated yearnings to the celestial of those bodies nakedly inhabiting the voice of the spirit, without being noticed by the two women.  “How do you feel now Dominika?” said the doctor. Dominika sighed, finally allowing her body to take possession of her emotions in the longed-for release of her essence that had slumbered for a li

Cast-aways At College: part 2

CAST-AWAYS AT COLLEGE: PART 2 SURVIVORS SAVOR THE JOY OF LIVING, AND THEIR BRAVERY TURNS TO ROMANTIC DISCOVERY. By SilverFoxMullet [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6390497&page=submissions].Listen to the ►Podcast  [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/CastawaysAtCollege2.mp3]at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/881263927158310614b0fb44d8e544fe/74d485de6438b3d7-30/s640x960/dc4a10a31255b3151e69bc025097801b7ede8df4.jpg] Luckily for me, my room was on the ground floor, as my building has no elevators. I had my key on a lanyard around my neck, and I unlocked the door. I let her precede me inside, and I shut the door once I got in. She looked around the room, which I usually keep fairly neat, but lately it’s been immaculate. I am not as active with crutches, so I’ve stayed in a fair bit the last couple of weeks. And I clean when I get bored. “Your room is so neat. I expected, um, sorry, a pigsty. You know, ‘guy’?” “It’s not usually this nice, but I’ve been staying in a lot recently." Tapping my cast for emphasis. She looked at my leg, then asked "Can I sign your cast?” “Only if I can sign yours." I negotiated. "Deal. Got a pen?” She inquired. “Desk, top drawer." I responded, and suddenly thought. Oh No. "Uh, I’ll get one for you.” She was too quick, you know, having moveable feet and all, and she pulled the drawer open. First thing she sees is the unopened box of condoms my dorm buddies gave me for Christmas. Her eyebrows rose, and she put a finger on the still-sealed box. Then she turned bright red, and picked up a sharpie. “Your cast is covered up, I can’t get at it.” she said in a slightly quavering voice. She looked nervous and fidgety. I knew I was nervous as all hell. That box of condoms was meant as a joke, as I was notorious for not getting anywhere with the ladies. I’d kissed a couple of girls, but that was as far as I’d ever gotten. I just wasn’t able to pursue them the way other guys did. I always backed off. Just couldn’t put myself forward like that. I looked down at my leg, covered by the sweatpants. It took every ounce of bravery I could muster to open my mouth and say the words. “I’ll have to uncover it I guess.” She knelt in front of me. I could see how nervous she was. Hell, I could feel how nervous I was. “Suzanne? I, uh, I never-” “Me too." She affirmed. I looked in her eyes and asked; "Are you sure?” “Yes.” she said, and she reached for my waistband. “Wait.” I interrupted. She stopped, and had a fearful expression on her face, like I’d just said something that hurt her. Damn, that hurts me, to see her look of feeling rejected. “Let me get on the bed first, this chair is so uncomfortable.” “Oh, Okay. Can I help you?” “Yeah, just hold the chair still?” She got behind it, and I heard her say “Hey there’s brakes.” Once the brakes were set, it was easy to get out of the chair and sat the bed. She unset the brakes and slipped the chair into the corner, then knelt down before me again. This time I leaned back on my elbows & she reached out to pull down my sweats with a little more confidence. She got them to my knees, and stopped to pull off the shoe on my good leg. The sweats slipped off my legs, leaving me semi-reclined in my polo shirt and briefs. The briefs were definitely bulging now. She stared at my crotch for long enough that I became self-conscious, and I blushed almost as red as she was. Grinning big, she picked up the sharpie, then wrote a note on my cast. “To Robert, I saved myself for the one who saved my life, Suzanne” It was difficult to read from my angle, so she read it out loud to me. My heart started to race, and I felt a little dizzy. "Really?“ I said. She blushed harder, as if that were even possible, and looked at the floor. "I think I’ve been saving myself for someone like you, too.” I said. She looked up at me, with what I thought was panic at first, but the smile that grew from that look was anything but panicked. I held out my hand for the pen. She sat to my left and held out her arm. It was covered by her blouse, so I said “Uh, It’s covered”. “Then you’ll have to uncover it I guess,” she beamed. She shifted up over me and I reached up with trembling fingers to work the front buttons on her silky long sleeved top. It felt like I had never operated a button in my life, I was so uncoordinated. But I finally got the job done, and her blouse fell open. I slid it off her far shoulder, and she pulled her left arm free. I stared in wonder at her tits. She didn’t have a bra on, probably because she needed both hands to get it on and off. Oh My Fucking God. I absently drew her blouse off her right shoulder, and slid the puffy long sleeve down & off her right arm and it's cast. Only then did I take in the veritable wonder of an actual pair of real live tits in front of my eyes. “Wow” I said with bright eyes. Her tits were a smaller B cup, with areolas a shade darker than her skin tone, and stiff little nipples poking out. “They’re not too small?” she timidly asked. “God no, wow! You’re beautiful!” I said with a giddiness I couldn t suppress. She blushed and looked away shyly for a second. I remembered the pen in my hand, so I had her lay on her back so I could write on her cast. “To Suzanne, saving each other, saved for each other, Robert” As I was capping the pen her left hand pulled me down against her, and her lips rushed to meet mine. I had thought she had nice lips when I kissed her earlier, but that was mostly one-sided. This was phenomenal. I dropped the pen somewhere, and wrapped my arms around her. We kissed like this for minutes, or maybe it was days, I dunno, I didn’t care. She lay half across my lap, and I bent over her, our lips and tongues entwined for such a glorious time. It was never like this. I was always so nervous trying to kiss a girl before, but this was passion and perfection. We finally had to come up for air, and she smiled sweetly at me as she lay back on my bed. I guess that’s when she felt my erection pressing into her hip. Her eyes went wide, then she grinned up at me. “Am I as fetching as you thought?” “Yeah, fetching is not the half of it. Arousing, beautiful, and literally stunning. I have no more words.” “Shall I get the, um, the box, from your desk?” she offered. “Not yet.” I replied, hobbling up off the bed, then guiding her to her feet. I undid the zipper on her slacks, and slipped them down to pile up around her ankles. She kicked her shoes off and stepped out of her slacks. “Damn” I said. She was so pale and delicate. Not a small girl, probably the same height as me, but she was certainly slimmer than I was, overall. Her hands seemed to want to cover her boobs, but she fought that urge, standing before me as a lover, not a recently met stranger. I was drawn to her, & I could feel the pull, like gravity between us. She tentatively reached toward me, and I realized she wanted me as naked as she was, so we peeled off my polo shirt. She gasped, looked me up and down, her gaze settling on the sharply defined summit in my underwear. She reached out again, and clumsily pulled down the front of my briefs with her left hand. I hooked my thumb into the waistband behind me and it made her mission move along quickly. But as she leaned down to complete the descent, she nearly got poked in the eye. “Oh dear” she said as my stiff cock sprang free of its confinement and pointed upward toward her. “That’s so… different. Bigger.” Her eyes were wide now as she took in what was apparently her first sight of a full erection. I reached for her, and she started to back away, so I laid back down and waited. She fidgeted some more, some kind of internal debate, and then she knelt and leaned right up to me, nodding. “Okay” she said. I reached down again, and ever so slowly peeled her panties off. Fuck. A neat little triangle of sparse, dark hair was there, just above a puffy slit. I’d seen lots of porn, but this was not like any of that. All those porn stars shaved and trimmed and waxed away everything. This was whatever she had, all of it, come as you are. Her panties dropped to her knees, and I said “Wow. You’re beautiful.” “You think so?” she asked. “Oh yes, I know so.” I said with conviction. She smiled, then shifted nervously and flipped her panties to the floor. Then she paused again, a fleeting glance back to the desk.  "Lay down here with me for a while.“ I said. Relaxing the tiniest bit, she laid alongside and half on me, and we embraced, as best we could with two limbs encased in plaster. We kissed again, and it was similar to before, but the extra skin contact made the sensation so much better. I put my hands to use, stroking her back, her neck, her tits, and her thighs as she shivered from my touch. Then she shifted onto her side and her left hand was around the back of my neck, drawing our kiss closer, pressing her pert tits into my chest, crushing me to her. As before, we kissed forever, it seemed. Once she let up on her clutching me, I gently rolled her onto her back, on the bed. I wanted to see that pussy. To touch it, smell it, taste it! I’d read about eating a girl out, I’d watched innumerable videos, and now I had the opportunity to try it. Some guys said it was gross, and wouldn’t do it. Some said it was the best way to get a girl worked up, so don’t mind the smell and taste, just do it. Me, I just wanted to find out what it was like, I didn’t care if it was good or bad, I was gonna do this. Gently, I scooted myself up, then farther down the bed. I pushed her legs apart, and she watched in wonder as I leaned down to look at her. Wow, this was amazing. "You’re beautiful” I said to her pussy. I leaned right in and kissed her patch. There was a sharp sour tang to her, but it wasn’t bad, just new, different. I swept my tongue along her slit, picking up even more of her strong flavour. Inside, it was different, still not good or bad, I guessed that this was just what a pussy tasted like. Again and again I lapped at her, and she got wetter and wetter. Her knees bent as she opened herself up, inviting me farther inside. This wetness might have been me drooling on her, or her arousal, I didn’t know. She was making joyous little noises up there, in time to my activities with my tongue. That felt good, really good, to me! I caressed her thighs, then ran my fingers through her delicate fur, and her hips moved in a way I had never imagined I would ever see. I could FEEL her arousal in that motion, she was so happy with what I was doing, and that made me happy! I knew her clitoris was supposed to be up here somewhere, so I began licking at the apex of her slit. Her soft cries and shudders let me now when I found it. Yes, there she was, and when I used my tongue the way I saw in those videos, she reacted with an astonishing cry and multiple thrusts of her hips. She practically bounced on the bed and yelped in her efforts to seemingly avoid my tongue and ram herself onto it at one and the same time. Her hand came down to twine her fingers in my hair, not too push me away, or even to draw me in, but just to make contact, to be part of what was happening to her. I continued to lick her clit gently, and her hips began a hypnotic rolling motion, over and over, slowly cycling up and down. I put a finger down where I thought her opening was, and moved it around, between her slick labia. I found what I sought, and as my finger slipped inside of her, the tone of her soft noises changed, from one of languid pleasure to one of lust and need. I continued this double activity, which came so much easier to me than the old patting-head and rubbing-tummy trick. I always botched that, but not this! I had thought that I’d made her cum a while earlier, when she’d made that louder noise, but I was wrong, or perhaps this was a new order of magnitude for her. This time her entire body tensed up, and she shook and made small gasping sounds for a half a minute. Now her hand was pushing me away, her breath rasping in her throat, as she’d had enough of this. “Oh, Robert” she whispered hoarsely. I sat up and let my casted leg hang over the side of the bed. Then I looked down upon her, spread out before me, spread eagle, gasping for air in her glory. “Did I do Okay?” I asked. She laughed weakly, then said; “I didn’t know it could be like that.” “Me neither.” I admitted. “Do, do we need those uh, things now?” “Condoms. Yes, we’ll need those, I hope?” I eager looked at her. “I’d get them, but I can’t seem to move right now, she revealed. Can I catch my breath for a bit?” She was still breathing heavily. “That’s Okay, we re in no hurry, I assured her. I felt like I would never tire of watching her when she was naked and aroused. Beautiful, amazing. After a while she struggled to sit up, difficult with one arm and tangled up with another person in bed. She stepped over to the desk and got out that box, then brought it to me. She sat down on the side of the bed and watched closely as I opened it and pulled out a strip of condoms. A folded instruction sheet fell out in my lap, and she picked it up. I tore one of the condom packages off the strip as she unfolded the paper & flipped it over to read the English side. I peered over her shoulder at the little diagram, and tore open the packet. Suzanne dropped the paper and looked closely at what I was doing as I squeezed the tip and rolled it on. "That’s it?” she asked. “Yup, I think so, I surmised. She lifted her cast-encased arm and said "How do we do this?” “You on top, I think.” “On top?” she asked, “I don’t understand.” “Can I show you a video?” I offered. “Oh, Okay. You mean like, a porn video?” “Uh huh, so you can see what position might work.” “O, kay?” She got up, unplugged my laptop, and brought it over, placing it on our laps. I surfed to a site I knew had good videos. I typed cowgirl in the search box and scrolled through the resulting thumbnails. I soon found a promising one, and clicked on it. I had to fast forward through a lot of it, and she said “Go back to that last part.” I backed up a bit and she watched in rapt fascination as a girl on the screen took a guy’s cock deep into her mouth. “Can I try that?” she asked. “Sure! if you want.” The girl on the screen pulled away and continued to stroke the guy, his cum splattering her face, then she took him back in to finish. “Yew. Maybe not.” “Like I said, only if you want.” “Well, you did that for me, so maybe I should do that for you, too.” “Let’s find the bit we’re looking for first.” I skipped forward a bit more, then found the cowgirl segment. “See, she’s on top, our casts won’t be in the way too much like that. Plus, it gives you the ability to take things along as you re comfortable. We watched for a minute. "Okay, I can do that.” she said. Closing the laptop, she put it on the floor and slid it under the bed. She got off the bed, and let me shift around, and clambered back on. Straddling my thighs, she bit her lip and said, “It’s supposed to hurt the first time, isn’t it?” “I think so. You’ll have to be gentle.” That s why I wanted us to try it this way. She nodded, then reached down and grasped my cock. She took a few minutes to fondle and stroke my cock, with a look of curiosity, desire, and giddiness. She knelt straight up, and shifted her body forward to align her new play tool with her cunt, moving her hips and my cock, to find the right spot. Once engaged, she withdrew her hand and sank halfway down onto me. She froze, with a curious look on her face. “Huh” she groaned. “Oh god, Suzanne” I said, basking in the hot wet tightness of her pussy. It was incredible. I was gonna cum, and soon, this was so astonishingly good! She was descended in front of me, pert tits caped with tight hard nipples, hair hanging in disarray about her face, and her pussy - holy fuck - I could see my cock impaling her. Labia distended and wrapped around my shaft, and the sensations from inside her were amazing! As she raised back up, my cock looked like it had a pussy doughnut encircling it. It was like some weird sheathed hand, wrapped around my cock, with rippling touches here and there. Her thousand-yard stare suddenly focused back on me, and she said “Wow” and slid down my shaft until she bottomed out. “That didn’t hurt at all” she whispered in awe. “That feels so good! You feel so big inside me.” Recalling the video we’d previewed, she started humping and grinding and bouncing on my shaft. I was trying not to cum yet, I wanted to please her first, and luckily, what she was doing wasn’t over stimulating me. Except visually, I was getting so turned on by the sight of a naked girl getting turned on by my own cock! And guys are visual creatures, so it was difficult to hold back. But she did cum again, and hard, and I could feel it from the inside. Her orgasm was a rippling and clenching of muscles, both inside her pussy, and over her whole body. Her arms, her legs, her abs, everything tensed and shook. Maybe there s nothing so visually erotic as watching a sexy woman having a massive trance orgasm. And that was all I could stand before I exploded. I thought the condom was gonna explode, I pumped so much cum into it. The sight of her there, on me, cumming, fuck that was intense. When it had passed, she opened her eyes in wonder and looked down at me. “Oh god Robert, this is amazing! You’re amazing.” All I could do was smile up at her. Then she said “Did you finish yet?” “Oh Yeah."  I assured her. She smiled with a deep sense of accomplishment, then asked me; "Can I try that mouth thing?” Her innocence is so sexy. “A blowjob?" I asked. "That’s a blowjob? she seemed inquisitive. I heard other people talk about it, but was always afraid to ask what it was. I really want to try that.” She rose up off of me and tried to get the condom off. Left handed wasn’t working well, so I removed it, and asked her to reach over to the desk for some tissues to clean up. “Thanks” she said, then she went around to the foot of the bed and crawled up to get at my cock. She sat cross-legged and leaned down to get closer to her new favorite sex toy. She held my semi-flaccid cock and gave the tip a tentative lick first, then smiled at me and licked harder. She spent a minute or so licking me like a popsicle. Wow, you taste sorta salty and manly she observed. Then she took my head into her mouth and I gasped and whimpered “Please, No teeth”. “Sorry.” she said. Then I was engulfed again, and she hummed on me, which wa

Cast-aways At College: part 1

AN APRIL FOOLS PRANK GOES AWRY. By SilverFoxMullet [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6390497&page=submissions].Listen to the ►Podcast  [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/CastawaysAtCollege1.mp3]at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/e445dd0861ed96c779d8c42070d25186/0f9480fa209a7fe3-56/s640x960/19bf61c6a70d0cc2105650a8379219ea0ea60754.jpg] Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually. When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid-gafternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them. “Aw fuck!” I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me. “Hey, are you all right?” the guy asks. “No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck.” “Don’t move it, I’ll find the ski patrol. Hang on.” He skied away to get help. 30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?“ "I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he’d send the ski patrol.” The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled “Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are.” Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what’s wrong. This other guy said “Good luck!” to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they’re loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they’re used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare. I called my Dad, who said he’d fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet . He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they’d drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing. I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine. We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home. Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that’s pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn’t get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower Okay. I wasn’t going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they’d drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great. “Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car.” Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B. “Okay” my Dad says, “Your mother can drive you there, and I’ll follow in your car, then we’ll drive back together.” “Awesome, sounds like a plan!” The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast. My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh? Then it was time to head back to school. I’d been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available. The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there’s elevators everywhere but I didn’t know where most of them were. First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that’s for sure. I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who’d had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we’d make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can’t talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up. The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night. One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!“ "Where’d you steal that from?” I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone’s chair. “No-No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It’s legit, dude!” “All right! Let’s check out my new ride then!” I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away.  "Where we goin?“ I asked. "It’s a surprise.” says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can’t see where we’re going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair’s armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there’s not much I could do, except literally ride this out. They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. Eventually, I had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they’ve come up with. I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I m now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet. I think there’s a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She’s quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest. “Hey. Hey, wake up.” I said. No response, she’s just sitting there, draped over my lap. She’s warm and breathing, so it’s not a manikin or something. I wondered if she’s okay. I started to shift a bit, can’t use my arms because they’re taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn’t work, and now I’m afraid that if I move too much she’ll fall off onto the floor. “Hey, uh, miss, wake up.” louder. She’s out of it. I turn my head to the side so I’m not yelling in her ear and holler “Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!” Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what? ‘Now what’. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn’t enough to wake the girl.  I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it’s a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I’ll just wait for her to wake up, and we’ll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room. The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss. More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I’m gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don’t get out of here right now. I’ve tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn’t gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something? I’m desperate now. “Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!”  Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I’ll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting.  I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dying’ here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee. She’s got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first tongue-kiss . Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss. Surprised, I pull back, and say “Oh thank god you’re awake, help me up!” She startled, yelping at me, “Who are you?!” “Help me, please, I’m gonna piss my pants! Untie me!” In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She’s kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It’s the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times. “Hurry!" I pleaded. She struggled off me, and stood. Where the hell did you take me! she demanded. I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn t know which building. Then I said; But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I m bound to this wheelchair. She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she’s pulling at it, she’s obviously not left handed. I’m not gonna make it, and I looked around. We’re in a janitor’s room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs.” She’s quick on the uptake, I’ll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. “Pull my pants down, hurry.” “What? No!” she protested. “Argh. Please, I’m gonna wet myself.” I grind out through my clenched teeth. She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs. “You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?” I can see she’s not happy with the situation, and she’s fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my hose toward the container. I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry. Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious. “Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks.” She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I’m all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there’s a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that’s never happened before. That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, “Ew” she says. “Just wipe it on my sweats, it’s Okay.” I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn’t help with my ever increasing boner of course. She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. “Do you smell smoke?” she asked. It’s my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there’s smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn’t it still going off? “Quick, help me get this tape off!” She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say “No, leave that, just get me undone!” She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. “Check the door.” I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff. She tried the light switch but it doesn’t work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. “It’s locked!” she says. “From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous.” “Is there really a fire, do you think?” “I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold.” “What do we do?” She started frantically searching her pockets and said; “I can’t find my phone!” “I didn’t even bring mine to the party. No pockets.” The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. “Here, block up the crack under the door with these!” I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness.  But now the room is black. “Now what?” she said. I shrugged, “I guess we wait and hope.” “I’m scared.” she said in a small voice. “Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first.” She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it’s got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. “We’re Okay for now.” I tell her. I smelled her hair again, as she’s crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don’t even know her name. “I’m Robert by the way. Robert Green.” “Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.”, she informed me. “I’d say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I’m ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated.” She giggled, my goofy sense of humor somehow helped in this situation. “I’m glad to meet you too, Robert.” “So how did you get here?” “I don’t know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me.” She blushed again. “Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?” “Oh. Shit. She seemed to recall. I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked?  I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time.” “Oh, yeah, you don’t want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants.” She blushed and giggled. “I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before.” “Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before.” “It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like…’ "Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I’m bound to get aroused.” Her eyes went wide at that statement. “Oh” she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I’m pretty?“ "Well, yeah, of course. You’re what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching’” She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment. “Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?” “Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don’t be offended, it’s just circumstances, you know?” She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying “I didn’t think so.” Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed. I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You’re very pretty, and definitely arousing.“ She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh.” she said. “Thank you.” Just