A Bath with My Oldest Friend
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“Baths ready.” I heard echo out of the bathroom.
“Thankyou.” I mumbled, getting up from the bed,
slower this time.
The bath was aromatic, full of bubbles and looked so
peaceful. I leaned against the door frame closing my eyes.
“Cat, are you going to be ok in there?” He
questioned softly.
“I’m fine!” I snapped back to reality. I
was aware of my stubborn determination to be self sufficient, especially after
having panic attack.
“It’s ok to need help.” Again the soft
tone of his voice irked at my independence.
“I’m fully capable of having a bath, what are
you going to do? join me? It’s ok, I’ve got this.” I said
trying and failing to unzip the back of my dress.
“If that’s what it takes to know you’re
ok? Then yes.” he replied as he lifted my hair and unzipped the dress for
me, sliding it off my shoulders. The brush of his hands felt soft against my
skin, giving me goose bumps.
If I hadn’t just burnt out all my brains reserves of
adrenalin having a panic attack, I’m positive my mind would have been
running at a thousand miles an hour, but for the first time in a long time, it
wasn’t. I was entirely focused on the basic things - like how relaxing
the bath looked and how good it would feel to wash my face and hair. I still
had some wits about me, as romantic as the concept of having a bath together
was, and despite how my body was reacting to the idea, I wasn’t
necessarily in the right headspace for anything intimate; I tried to make that
thought process clear.
“It can’t be anything. But, yeah, I’d
appreciate the company. I don’t really want to be alone right now.”
I offered honestly, “but you can’t look.”
“I know.” He sighed, “Not like this, this
is not how I ever imagined it Cat, I sincerely just want to make sure
you’re ok.”
“Not like this…?” I repeated what he said.
My brain and heart took a double take as I stared up at him. He’d thought
about it, he’d thought about us. “OK, I’m not looking.”
He turned around, embarrassed.
I slipped out of my clothes and slowly hopped into the bath.
It was gigantic, so full of bubbles. The water sitting almost at my shoulders,
I was able to easily sit sideways with my knees up to my chest.
“OK, you can look.”
“Aw you look so small.” he noted, sitting next
to the bath.
“I thought you were going to join me?”
“Ah, it’s ok, I’ll just keep you company,
I really want to let you have space.” He reached and scooped up a handful
of bubbles, placing them on my head “Cat in a hat.”
I took a hand full of bubbles and blew into it, spraying him
with them, he laughed and sighed.
I turned to lie and stretch out in the bath, considering I
had it all to myself, I thought it best to make the most of it. He leaned
against the tub and played videos on his phone to keep us both amused,
occasionally splashing me.
“You know you actually need to wash yourself in the
bath?” he joked.
My eyes fluttered open and shut again, “Im just so
tired, you said to relax.” I twisted his words to fit my agenda.
“Come on, wake up!” he splashed my face.
“No, you wake up.” I lazily splashed him back.
“We can’t hide in here all day.” Splash.
“You can’t hide in here all day,” I
splashed him again “This is my home now.”
“I thought Cats hated water.” Splash.
“It’s a myth, I’m a purrmaid now” I
stretched out, enjoying my terrible pun and attempting to ignore the barrage of
water attacks.
He splashed me just for the bad joke, he sat there looking a
little angry and wet “That’s it! Cat-tatonic, you can’t stay
in there forever.” he got up and left the room.
“I can and I will!!” I yelled after him.
I didn’t feel bad about it at all. I lied back again,
closing my eyes and enjoying the peace, trying desperately not to accidentally
fall asleep.
He sauntered back a few minutes later wearing a towel. With
all the photos and videos he’d sent me over the years I’d never
actually seen him shirtless. I drank it in for a minute, his shoulders and arms
were my favourite part, muscular with full sleeves of tattoos.
“Hey, hey, hey, no looking.” he laughed and I
covered my face with my hands, clearly still looking. “Cat, I don’t
really like my body, please?”
“OK, ok, ok, just saying, I don’t see
why.” I turned away from him, this was difficult, I could have stared for
decades, etching his physique into my mind like stone.
“Now schooch over,” he demanded, “If
you’re never getting out, I’m getting in.”
I moved forward in the bath and he stepped in, sitting
behind me, making the water rise and splash a little over the edge.
“OK, you were right, this is pretty relaxing. Well,
pretty and relaxing.”
I looked back and smiled at him, he always got to me with
his sneaky compliments.
“Alright now, come here” he said, I backed up little
so I was sitting between his legs but not fully against him, I felt a sudden
cold on my head.
“What are you…?”
He was washing my hair, I was confused but ok with it.
“Since you’re determined to just sit and do
nothing, we’ll be here for ever, so I’ll do it.” He started
to massage the shampoo into my hair, It was a nice feeling, I’d only had
hair dressers ever do this and it wasn’t like they actually got in a bath
with you. It felt so intimate and caring, his hands massaging my tired head. I
was close to melting down the drain with the water at that point, I was so at
peace. I certainly didn’t expect him to randomly blast the conditioner
out with the shower head set to cold.
I screamed and turned awkwardly in his lap “You
bastard!”
He was just smiling that dumb fucking smile that he always
used to get away with anything. I put my knees on his legs to gain purchase and
grabbed his throat lightly. I suddenly noticed he was looking down, not at my
face. In my attempt to be threatening, I was giving him a full view of my
breasts, nipples perky as the cold water dripped down my body. Something about
the way I’d grabbed him dominantly stirred something inside me, something
I didn’t know was there.
“If this is how I die I’m 100% fine with
it.” he gleamed.
“Ah, you pervert.” I teased, dropping back down
into the water and turning my back to him quickly. Deflecting my own thoughts
yet still sitting between his legs again, choosing to be closer this time.
“hey, I did nothing.”
“Sure.”
He got a loofa and started scrubbing my back gently
“This is kinda weird right?” I said thinking
aloud, my brain starting to work again.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Not at all, but I mean, we’ve sorta just
met.”
“We’ve been friends for eight years.” He
said defensively.
“Online though.” I reminded him. “So have
you bathed chris?” I was referring to one of our mutual male friends.
“No, but he’s never refused to get out of a
bathtub before, I guess this is a new one.” he laughed. “Arm
up.”
I raised my arm, he glided the loofa up and down, washing
it, then proceeded down the side of my body, grazing my breast and hip.
“Other one.”
Same thing again, one of his hands had snaked its way to
resting on my waist, I wasn’t sure why it was so intensely comfortable
but also so present in my mind. All the physical touch in such a gentle caring
manner was turning me on a lot more then I expected.
“Do you want to do the rest? Or do you want me
to?” He questioned, it had become apparent the next parts would be very
intimate. I slid back against him so my back was on his chest.
“Is it weird I’m enjoying this? this is so
relaxing and..” I paused, changing my thought pattern “I can do it
if you don’t want to?”
“Not weird at all, I just don’t want to make you
uncomfortable. I’m so glad your feeling better” he pulled my waist
towards him so I was fully pressed against him for a hug. He body felt good
against mine, his arms felt strong wrapped around me. The bubbles, the water,
all adding an extra layer of sensation. I knew he was being kind but it was
impossible to not notice that he was absolutely turned on, I could feel him so
hard against my back.
“Seems like your feeling pretty good yourself.”
I giggled.
“Hey, I really can’t help it, it doesn’t
have to mean anything. I just, can’t…” he paused for a moment
to collect his words “I can’t control what my body feels with you
naked. Just ignore it, I promised I wouldn’t do anything but help
you.”
“I think I understand the feeling.” I sighed
quietly to myself.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing… you missed a spot.” I said
handing him the loofa again.
He slowly washed my shoulders and collar bone, then skipped
to my waist and stomach, he started mirroring what he was doing with his hand
on one side, loofa in the other and occasionally swapping. It was slow and
sensual, it felt like he was exploring my body. At a leisurely pace he moved to
my legs and thighs, stopping just short of anything to intimate. I knew it
wasn’t intentional, but it felt like teasing and it was driving me wild,
I could tell how wet I was even in the water. I was aware of my pulse in my
pussy as he ran his hands up my inner thighs. I could feel his cock getting
even harder, I wasn’t sure that was possible when I had first lied back
against him.
He moved his hands up to my breasts, finally. I wiggled my
ass, just a little, back into him. I was testing the waters, feeling his cock
twitch against me, his breathing got heavier and faster. He slowly caressed my
breasts, at first appearing to wash them but after a minute had past and his
hands still lingered, I was sure he was just enjoying them.
“I don’t mind at all.” I said, wanting to
give him some confirmation that I was enjoying the attention to detail, I leant
my head back against his chest and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. He
let the loofa go and slid his hands around, slowly squeezing and massaging my
chest. Letting his fingers glide over my nipples, which were getting harder at
his touch. He intermittently pinched each one, I moaned a little, not intending
to, but rather unable to controll it. His hands started to take turns at
exploring more of my body.
“You’re really beautiful and soft, you feel
amazing.” he sighed in my ear.
In a lot of ways I wanted it to stop but I also
couldn’t seem to say no. I was so heavily conflicted between my
attraction and fear of the level of intensity. I’d always been scared of
Henry in that way, I always felt like I’d die of thirst without his
attention, but I also felt like I’d drown in the emotion attached to it.
He had, and probably always would be ‘The one’, as stupid as that
sounded. He wasn’t the guy I imagined fucking without strings attached,
he was so much more to me. He came with the dream of the life after, the simple
life; full of laughter and light. We’d spent eight years talking
everyday, never tiring, never losing interest. He was always a passing ship in
the night, one of us always in a relationship, the unobtainable and that felt
so safe. However, right now, we were both alone, together. Everything about him
felt so right, his hands on my body, his presence, the way we fit together so
well, just lying on him watching TV or even now, in the bath, it just felt so
much like I was a part of him and he was a part of me.
I tensed up and he felt it, he stopped touching me instantly.
“Evelyn, are you ok?” He didn’t say Cat,
he used my actual name not the nickname everyone called me.
“I just…” I turned in the water, sitting
up and slipping my legs over his to face him, “Can we do this?”
“Only if you want to?” He looked at me puzzled.
“I mean, with you? can it be casual? Isn’t it
always going to be more?”
“Cat, it can mean whatever you want it to, or I can
stop right now if you want and I’ll go get dressed. You know how
I’ve always felt about you, but also, I respect you. It can just be fun,
if that’s all you want at the moment. I’ve never been able to do
this kind of thing without the connection, but I already have that with you and
nothing will ruin that. All I can think in this moment is that fucking you
would feel right, for once Cat, don’t overthink.”
I stared at him intensely. Was he just saying what I wanted
to hear? Am I going to hurt him? am I going to hurt us? This is the type of
thing that’s going to invoke a few days worth of reckless behaviour from
me and I was well aware of my patterns.
“I really want to,” I admitted “my body is
screaming at me to, but, I don’t want to hurt you.” I was watching
his face intently for any sign that this could be wrong.
“I rather be hurt 1000 times then never feel
you,” he put his hands back on my hips starting to pull me down onto his
lap. “I need to know what it feels like to be inside you, I need to watch
your perfect body bounce, I need to see your face as you feel me inch by inch,
I don’t care about myself right now. I need to know what it feels like to
make you cum.”
Fuck, he knew how to talk when he wanted to. He knew what
was in my head and he knew how I felt. He also knew I wasn’t going to
back down now. I hated that he knew me. I couldn’t help myself, I managed
to lie to myself in that moment, maybe it could just be fun, maybe it
wouldn’t have an effect on the dynamic of our friendship.
We’d talked a lot about sex with the distance keeping
us safe, some nights spent exchanging fantasies, messages and videos. I knew
everything about what he wanted, the magic words that would tip the scales for
him, and he knew everything about how my body worked and what I might do. We
both knew I was far more experienced, him only having a few sexual partners in
the past worried me, but not enough to stop me. The logical part of my brain
had shut down. I needed to be the dominant one here, I needed to show him. He
could talk smoother then I ever could, but I could use my body.
“Cat we don’t have to- ” I cut him off and
grabbed his throat, I enjoyed that feeling earlier, I wanted to try it again. I
pulled myself to him and kissed him deeply, his hand raised to mine in shock
but he relented and kissed me back. I kneeled over him and used my other hand
to stroke his hard cock under the water. His hands slid across my body,
I’m not sure he knew what to do with my sudden assault on his senses. I
felt him moan into my kiss as I moved my hand up and down the length of his
shaft, taking my time to rub slowly around his head, feeling it twitch in
response. I released my grip off his neck and used my hand to move his hands to
my ass which was hovering over him, he seemed to follow the motions amazingly.
I continued to stroke his cock, surprised that it was larger then I expected.
I climbed further onto him sliding the head of his cock
gently up and down, from my entrance to my clit, as I kept up the motion of
sliding my hand up and down his shaft. He was starting to put pressure on my
hips, begging to get inside me each time I slid up and down on him. The wetness
of my cunt so different to the water of the bath. I teased him with each
movement as I used his dick as a toy for my own stimulation, I wanted him to
force me down onto it, he seemed to yield finally, grabbing my hips properly
and pulling me onto him, inch by inch. I’d been turned on for the entire
bath, I felt so swollen and as he forced his way in we both gasped, breaking
the passionate kiss, locked into inhaling each other’s breath. By the
time he was fully sheathed inside of me I was almost shaking, he fit so well, I
wasn’t going to last long at all. I kissed him again, biting his lip and
wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
I started riding him like my life depended on it, like every
groan he made brought me closer to an edge I was ready to fall off a thousand
times. I grinded harder against him, wanting to be so full I would never need
to be fucked again, and it worked so well, up and down, him enjoying my bubble
covered breasts as they bounced in his face. I felt the familiar buildup of my
orgasm coming on as I rode harder and faster. I gripped him tighter as my pussy
clenched around his cock, unable to keep my mouth shut I let out a very audible
moan of pleasure, I leant back enjoying the aftershocks of my orgasm.
He seemed to be enjoying the expression on my face before he
got a serious look, grabbing my hips harder than before and using my body. He
was stronger than I expected, I wasn’t doing any of the work anymore,
just enjoying feeling him lift me and pull me back down onto him as the water
splashed around us and his face started to tense. I slid my hand back under
water to rub my clit, if he was coming, I’d be damned if I wasn’t
going to come again with him. It wasn’t hard for me to get close again,
he was so focused, grunting and fucking me hard, I was loving the view, the way
his arms and body tensed, the focus on his face, the way he threw his head
back, moving me like I weighed nothing, grinding his hips up to mine.
I knew what would get him there, from every fantasy
he’d sent me and I knew he’d fucking love it and hate it.
“You have to pull out, I’m not on birth
control.” I teased at him, he agreed and started going harder than
before, I could feel him twitching inside me, I knew I was going to cum when he
did. I wrapped my arms around him and started fucking him back again, our hips
meeting. He was starting to shake, he stopped suddenly.
“I’m going to cum, I have to stop.” He
gasped, I knew what we both wanted to hear. I grabbed his throat again and held
onto his back as tight as I could, continuing to grind against him as deeply as
I could.
“Don’t you fucking dare, I’m not letting
go, you’re going to fill me or we’ll never do this again.”
His eyes lit up with a touch of fear and excitement as he
gave in, finally thrusting back knowing that I needed his seed, it only took a
moment and I felt him explode inside me, shooting layer after layer of warm cum
into me. My body fucking loved it, exploding into an orgasm that just kept
clenching for what felt like minutes around his cock as it pulsed.
I let my grip loosen as I let my head fall against his,
having an exhausted giggle, he smiled and laughed with me, wrapping his arms
around my body and occasionally thrusting to see my face as we recovered our
breath.
“You can’t do that or I’m going to need to
cum again” I breathed, trying to lift myself off him, he held me down.
“Do it.” he whispered with an evil grin, I
started to grind on him softly, it wasn’t going to take much. He leant me
back and watched me, finally using his fingers to rub my clit, as my breasts
bounced freely and he met each of my thrusts again, he was watching me so
intimately but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. It was happening again, I
gasped and held his arms tightly as I shuddered with another orgasm. He seemed
so pleased with himself, kissing me again softy down my neck.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, moving my
hair from my face “My good little cum slut.”
The language surprised me, but more in a way that I enjoyed.
We both got out of the bath a
