“Oh, right,” she whispered comically. “Sorry.”
I closed down the hot tub and moved the thick cover into place before we headed inside. The house was dark and quiet as we padded toward the bathroom. I closed the door behind us and then pulled Christy’s towel away. I dropped my own and she slid into my arms. We kissed a couple of times before she grinned up at me and sank to her knees.
“I know I promised we’d do it in the shower,” she said as she kissed my resurgent erection, “but I can’t help myself. I need to suck. Now.”
“Then by all means…”
She closed her eyes and began kissing the underside. I enjoyed the show for several minutes as she played with me and let the anticipation build. Then I watched a sideview in the mirror as she slowly swallowed about half my length. She pulled back and kissed the tip before she took me deep again. Her enthusiasm was incredibly erotic, so I didn’t last very long.
When she knew I was close, she stroked my cock and aimed it at her face.
The first spurt hit her nose. The second drew a pearly line across her cheek and into her open mouth. She wrapped her lips around the swollen glans and swallowed the rest. Then she milked my shaft and squeezed the remaining drops onto her tongue. She smiled up at me with semen still on her face.
“Do you like my new skincare routine?” she asked.
“I do,” I chuckled. “We’ll have to do it every night.”
“Oh, at least. Maybe twice. Although… I don’t know if I want to give up those special injections you mentioned. I like those too.”
“Of course.”
“They’re good for my hair and nails.”
“Right.”
“They really are, you know.”
“I don’t doubt it.” I lifted her to her feet, and she surprised me by looking at herself in the mirror.
She used a finger to spread my semen over her skin, exactly as she’d done with her real face cream. When she finished she studied herself critically from several angles. Then she caught my eye and smiled.
“And no one knows I’m not a proper young lady.”
“Oh, you’re a proper young lady all right.” I hugged her from behind and kissed her damp hair.
“I love you,” she said softly. “I like hearing myself say that. You don’t know how many times I wanted to say it out loud before tonight.”
“Me too,” I said. “I just wasn’t sure how you’d react.”
“Really?” She gazed at me in the mirror. “You knew how I felt.”
“Mmm. And you knew how I felt.”
“But it’s different now.”
“It is,” I said. “Now it’s really official.”
“I can’t wait to tell Wren.” She paused at the mention of her name. Then she looked at me in the mirror again. “Are you serious about…?”
“Only if you are.”
“I should be jealous. I don’t know why I’m not. It’s weird.” She glared at me playfully. “This is all part of your ‘nefarious plan,’ isn’t it?”
“Yep.”
“You’ve known all along what would happen.”
“Not quite. I hoped it would.”
“I think I know what you mean. I always hoped it would too, but I didn’t really believe it till tonight.”
“So… maybe you have a plan too?”
She grinned coyly. “Maybe.”
“Uh- huh. And in your plan, what happens next?”
“You sweep me off my feet and make passionate love to me.”
I swept her into my arms and started toward the door.
“No, no, no!” she cried. “Stop! We can’t! Not till we’re married.”
“But you just said…”
“I was kidding!”
“I know,” I said. “Me too.”
“Whew! I thought… Well, you know what I thought.”
“That I was going to hold you down and make passionate love to you?”
“Yes, please. I mean, no! Not till we’re married. Okay, maybe before. But
not till I say so.”
“Not till you say so,” I agreed. “In the meantime, do you want to take a shower and rinse off the chlorine? Not to mention the other bodily fluids?”
“Yes, please.” She looked guilty. “I can feel it drying out my skin. So…
um… maybe semen isn’t the best moisturizer.”
I laughed. “Probably not.”
“But it’s fun to play with. And I like the taste.” She paused and thought back. “That’s what Leah meant, isn’t it? She likes to swallow, but Erin’s like me. She likes the way a penis feels in her mouth. Sorry, it must be weird talking about that sort of thing. I mean, she’s your sister.”
“Doesn’t bother me a bit,” I said. “I’ve always known what she likes.”
“No wonder I get along with them so well,” she continued as if she hadn’t heard. “I thought I wouldn’t like Leah, ’cause she’s Gina’s sister, but… she’s awesome, isn’t she?”
“I think so.”
“Don’t get any ideas, though,” she warned. “I saw how you two looked at each other. You have a lot of explaining to do, mister.”
“I know. When you’re ready.”
“You don’t do anything until I’m ready, do you?” She caressed my cheek and gazed into my eyes. “You really do love me.”
“I do. More than the stars in the sky or sand on the beach.”
She grinned. “More than all the wiggly little sperms in semen?”
“Even more than that,” I agreed with a laugh. “Now… as much as I love talking about this stuff, you’re getting heavy. Are you ready for a shower?”
“I think so. I… really wanna wash my face. Sorry. I love your semen on my skin, but not when it dries.”
“That’s okay. I’m not a huge fan either.” I set her on her feet and started the shower.
We waited for it to warm up and then stepped into the tub. By unspoken agreement we decided to take a real shower instead of just rinsing off.
“I like how you look when you’re all soapy,” she said as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. “You’ll have to let me draw you sometime.”
“You can draw me any time you like.”
“I do already, but mostly in my head. I’m dying to spend some time with my sketchbook, though, the new one you gave me. I think that’s what I’ll do while we’re apart for Christmas.” She turned gloomy for a moment before she adjusted her attitude. “I’ll have to study you a lot before I leave
tomorrow. Up close and personal.”
“Of course. But… you leave today, in about nine hours.”
“Oh my gosh! Is it really that late?”
“It’s after three. Your flight leaves at 12:15, so…”
“Then we don’t have time to lose!”
“What about sleep?” I complained.
“I can sleep on the plane. Now come on, hurry up. I need more semen if I’m going to last until I see you again.”
“You’re a little tyrant, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I’m your little tyrant. And I have needs. So get a move on.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said with a laugh. “My pleasure.”
We finished in the shower and dried off with fresh towels. I followed as she danced into my bedroom. She’d found a new reserve of energy somewhere, while I was ready to wind down and go to sleep. Some ridiculous part of me actually thought about arguing with her, but the little head dragged it out back and beat some sense into it.
“You’re talking to yourself again, aren’t you?” Christy said. “I can see it.”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“What about?”
“Stupid argument. The little head won.”
Her eyebrows rose. “He did?”
“Yeah. He wants to spend as much time with you as he can.”
“Anywhere in particular?” She climbed onto the bed and lay back, as if she needed to make her point even more obvious.
“You’re a little sex kitten when you get worked up, aren’t you?”
“Would you rather I act all pure and innocent?”