Page 32 of Crash
“You look like you’re well-rested,” her mom says.
“Yeah, Austin is sweet for being here, and I thought it was best if I let him sleep on the futon instead of in the bed with me.”
“Wow, together for what, five days and already sleeping on the couch,” her mom comically retorts.
Mr. Gordon laughs, and suddenly I feel I am being too rigid about sleeping in the bed with Tessa.
“Austin, any plans for today?” Mr. Gordon asks, while I place Tessa’s yogurt in front of her along with a few pieces of bacon.
“I do have an errand or two to run. I thought maybe Tessa would like to go just to get out of the house.”
“Oh, I don’t know. You would have to wheel me around everywhere, and I’d be an inconvenience.”
“No, you won’t. Plus, the air would do you some good.”
“Your mother and I have a few things to go get to help make your room a little cozier, so I think you should go.”
“Okay. I guess that solves it. Well, let me get my trash bag ensemble together and hop in the shower. Austin, will you help me?”
I look to her parents to get a read on their faces. It’s not that I don’t want to or am afraid they will say no, I just don’t want to lose their respect.
“Son, if you think we are stuck in the old days, then you are not the same boy we met across the street nearly eighteen years ago. Hell, you’ve already slept with her, why would we object?” Mr. Gordon says…sternly, might I add.
“We appreciate you being considerate, but it’s okay. We accept your relationship,” her mom cosigns.
I giggle at how hard I’m trying to impress them and keep letting the little-known fact escape my mind…we already know each other.
“Yes, Tessa. I’ll help you. That reminds me, I picked up something to help with your showers.” I jog to her room and come back with a bag from the big-box store. “Over in the health section, I saw these cast covers designed for every injury you can think of. You slip this over your leg and then push down to form a seal, making it waterproof.”
“This looks like a condom,” Tessa jokes.
My eyes widen, and my back stiffens at her innuendo, but it’s the laughter coming from her dad that ultimately lightens my mood. I know he’s already expressed his approval of our relationship, and I appreciate that, but I still haven’t fully wrapped my mind around being freer around them. I smile awkwardly, telling myself to relax.
Her mother shakes her head at Tessa’s antics then changes the subject. “George, let’s go get dressed so we can go. Austin, do you need anything while we’re out?”
“No, thank you. I got everything I need right here.” I take Tessa’s hand and place a soft kiss on the back of it.
She blushes and takes her last bite of food. “Okay, ready for my sponge bath, Nurse Austin.”
There is something extremely hot about her calling me her nurse, and I hope to the heavens above I can withstand the heat between us. Scooping her into my arms, I carry her back to the room and help undress her, put on the waterproof cast, and enter her built-in bathroom shower. I turn the water on and adjust the temperature to a comfortable setting and stream, I help her inside. She removes the tie holding her hair in a ponytail, allowing the water to kiss her strands. They react by coiling softly. I’ve never seen her hair like this, and it does nothing to ease the ache in my shorts.
“Austin, can you hand me the shampoo right there?” She points to the bottle perched on the built-in shelf.
I realize that I will have to step in to retrieve it. “Are you just trying to get me to shower with you?”
“Well, I can’t wash my back.” She smiles devilishly and licks her lips then bites the bottom one.
Fuck,I say internally. That’s it for me. My bulge grows and hardens. I take my shirt off and slide out of my shorts, leaving on my boxer-briefs. The shape of my dick has an effect on her desires, and it’s evident in the tightening of her nipples. Stepping into the shower, I grab her shampoo and pour some into my hands and gently massage it into her scalp. She moans softly at the pressure and pleasure my fingertips give her. Those sounds make it impossible for me to ignore her needs. I remove the shower arm and rinse her hair before placing it back in its holster.
I grab her special washcloth and squeeze a large amount of body wash into the grooves of the fabric and scrub her back. The feel of her silky skin beneath my fingers as I rinse her body off teases my libido, and I can’t resist her.
I lower to my knees, place her injured leg up on my shoulder, and slide two fingers into her pussy, finding it’s just as wet inside as it is externally. I reposition her a little closer to the edge of the chair to give me a better angle, and softly suck on her nub.
She invites me closer, positioning her other leg on my opposite shoulder, giving me all of her. My lapping against her lower lips pleases her immensely. She shows off her flexibility by lying backwards, allowing the bend of her back to angle over the chair. Her hands find the strands of my hair, and she gently tugs and rubs at the same time. I dive deeper into her wet folds, and the water from the shower head trickles down off her body, and the creases at her apex provide a canal for the water to pour into my mouth. The moans from her intensify as the snaking of my tongue goes deeper into her warm and sweet honey-hole.
I grab my dick into my hands and stroke, easing the pressure I’m feeling. The motions intensify as she grows wetter and stickier, signaling the building of her orgasm. I tease her clit with my tongue at a rapid pace, and my fingers rub against her G-spot while my stroking increases when I feel my own climax coming.
“Ohhh shit, Austin,” she whines out in the sexiest, heavy breath-laden call of my name just as she explodes into my mouth.
My seed erupts and spills onto the floor of the shower, mixing with the water and flushing down the drain. I slowly lap up her juices and kiss her quivering legs while she cools down from a very heated oral experience.
She lowers her non-injured leg, and I aid her in sitting back up.
“Oh my, how I needed that. You’re the best nurse ever,” she says, as she smiles.
“Maybe we can keep this as part of our daily routine,” I reply, rubbing her body with her towel to finish cleansing her skin.
“No. At some point, we’re gonna have to buy lots of pillows because I need to feel that steel rod inside me, and not the one in my leg, Nurse Lancaster.”
Her remark sparks a hearty laugh, and she joins in with a giggle. I grab our toothbrushes, apply toothpaste to them, and hand hers over so we can finish washing and getting dressed.
