by Writing Shark
Hell Week
A week has passed since Emma Jackson broke up with you. It was brutal, messy and you two almost drowned in a sea of tears but it was the right decision for her and her life. A lot has happened this week and it has all been your fault. After your elf left, Carrie successfully informed various people around you about your actions. The police came and took Denise away from you. The girl is now living with a foster family and seems to be happy. That too was basically the best way it could go and at least she isn’t with her own family either. Anyway, you hope that, since you are not allowed to have any contact with her, which is understandable. She too has cried a lot but eventually, your last order to her was to stay strong and she obeyed like a good kitten. Karen has pulled the emergency brake and has turned to James who is taking good care of her. The connection between you and young Grant wasn’t very strong anyway and somehow you’re glad that Karen decided to have a real, simple relationship. Right now she is on vacation with James to digest the weirdest episode in her life. She has no contact with Carrie or you but your up braking wasn’t escorted with bad feelings. She hugged you, kissed you on the cheek and simply went on. The McKinleys are practically under constant house arrest after Carrie told her parents about you. They even seem to have changed their phone numbers and what little you could hear, they’re on their way to Switzerland to a girls’ school. At home, things are… even more complicated. Your father barely speaks to you after the parents of Susan and Claire accused you. The dildo for them was not a good idea at all. After your deeds were exposed and the peace in your parents’ house is also disturbed. Megan openly confessed to you and Maureen supported her, which led to a deep rift between them and their mother again but this time neither time nor distance can heal this wound. Your mother is devastated. Your father, on the other hand, doesn’t talk to you because Millie has started having terrible nightmares again after everything that happened in her world. You built up her life and now you have torn it down again like a rotten, dilapidated house and she isn’t allowed to sleep by you anymore. You can hear her sobbing through your thin walls every night.
It was easy for you to pack your things. You left most things to your sisters and now you are traveling with light luggage. The nightly bus stop is dark and deserted like your heart but you welcome the pain. All your bones ache, your back and knees hurts under the weight of your new, lonely life. Everything hurts. But no physical pain can come close to what’s happening in the tattered remains of your heart. It’s better this way, and you feel nothing as someone grabs your hand. The hand is soft and warm and maybe it is Melina who saves you again. But it can’t be Melina or Giselle, you left them both behind just as you abandoned Emma and the others. You don’t feel the warmth. Soft fingertips brush your skin and you want to pull your hand away, but you can’t. You are cursed to a life in which you do not deny people your deadly closeness and stay with them until your destructive ideas have completed their diabolical work. You see the bus coming. Its bright lights cut through the dirty night, welcoming you into a new, cold world where you don’t belong, just as you don’t belong in the monstrous world you forced upon the best girls you’ve ever known. The bus approaches, and as its headlights blind you, you know what you have to do. It’s almost as if you feel your head getting heavy, then your whole body. You are tired and soon the eternal sleep comes. The bus is almost here. It takes you to a better world. A world where you can do no harm. You smile as you let yourself fall.
Then you wake up. Your head hurts. Your whole body aches. Only one thing doesn’t hurt. Your hand. At least the one that is not in the bandage. The pain reminds you that you are still alive and shamefully you open your eyes, almost happy you didn’t do it. Almost.
You are in the hospital, next to Emma who is lying on her bed… holding your hand… You must have fallen asleep for a moment and the dreams you had were deserved. Your head lays heavy on the iron frame of the bed and has slipped off your elbows while you were asleep, hitting the metal and shaking you awake. All night long you waited by your elf’s side, crouched by her bed and hoped. And now you feel her fingers on your skin and it’s like before. Warmth, hope, tigethernes, bright laughter and cheering, lovely stares and…
Then the memories come back and you lift your eyes, startled. Emma Jackson is looking at you, beautiful, disheveled hair, a shabby hospital nightgown on. There’s a tube stuck in her wrist. But Emma looks at you, breathing calmly, contemplating your limp battered body on the bed beside you. You don’t know what to feel, what is allowed, what recommended and what must be done.
Your eyes meet…and nothing happens. Emma seems pale and numb but that may be due to the dim light of the morning that hasn’t even dawned yet, is only a shade of yellow and orange behind the dark treeline outside the window. No light falls on you and you are alone in the night. But Emma touches you and you just can’t fail, she is the day. But your dream is still mangling your thought with rightful hurting ideas and fears.
You deserve her fear. Just like you deserve the fear of all the other girls. You deserve your dreams. You have built a life that can only bring suffering. You didn’t want it, wanted only the best… And that makes you the biggest monster of all. So many people rely on you, trust you, seek your guidance and support. So many people love you. But you are alone. What were you thinking? You deserve the fear of your elf. You deserve all of this and you welcome what will come next as your earned and deserves punishment for losing her the second time, hurting her, letting her fall…
But Emma Jackson shows no fear. You look her in the eye as you have so many times in your life and even if you hate it, you can read her face that lies upon you like a warm blanket. You’ve read her before your relationship and now. And you see no fear in her eyes. Your heart almost stops, hurts. Emma caresses your hand with hers, touching your skin as you have always wished for. Her touches are light and tender, almost careful. You blink the sleep from your eyes, then blink again. Emma is not afraid. You don’t know why, it’s so impossible after everything that’s happened. But your fingers close around hers and grasp her warm hand out of sheer desperation to feel something as perfect, tender and welcoming as Emma Jackson. You hate yourself for it but your face doesn’t display it. It’s empty.
You are so weak. A failure. Emma broke down and even now you rely on her. She is strong for you. Megan, Maureen and Karen are strong for you. It’s so embarrassing how Emma takes care of you after everything you’ve put her through. And she’s still by your side! She wants to touch you. Yesterday she didn’t want to and you turned away from her. Maybe you had good reasons for that. Or maybe you were just afraid.
But Emma holds your hand and you caress each other’s skin with your fingers. You feel your warmth and closeness. And her face does not change either. She just looks at you. She hasn’t seen what’s going on behind your face. She hasn’t seen the fear, hasn’t seen the anger, hasn’t seen the doubt, hasn’t seen the rage. You are such a bad person! So much negative energy and emotion. But Emma looks at you. She’s not afraid of you, your closeness, or the things behind your face. She has no anger towards you. And she has no doubts about you. Why?
Because there is nothing there. Behind your face, in your head, in your heart, in your soul, there is no fear, no anger, no doubt. Again you have to blink and still the images of your dream are haunting you. You are lost without your girls. Each one of them means the world to you. Millie, Megan, Maureen, Denise, Susan, Claire, Karen…and Emma.
There’s no anger. No fear. No doubt. But it can’t be. I’m scared, angry, and having doubts. Now her sweet, warm face changes as she recognizes your confusion. Your face shows emotions, just not the ones you know you must have. But there is something, and Emma recognizes it.
“‘m so s… sorry about that…” Her breathing is heavy and her voice is barely a whisper, more like a thought in the dim light of the dawn breaking. And of course, it’s a sweet apology. It’s Emma, and you’re smiling. She licks her dry lips but her tongue is just as dry. “Sorry… that I… want to be close… to you…” A weak smile makes scratched lips beautiful. “Sorry… but… I love you… still…” Her face contorts and she should be crying, but is too dehydrated. “I can’t stop loving you Finn…” she whispers, clutching your hand with the desperate strength of a girl in love. “I know I shouldn’t… after all… I have done…”
Yes, it’s Emma Jackson. Of course she apologizes to you. And you get angry. Angry at yourself. Because you dared to be angry at yourself, not realizing that Emma will naturally blame herself. The desire to destroy boils up inside you but Emma still looks desperate, not afraid. None of your anger is reflected on your face. You smile and Emma speaks.
“I was… I was dreaming that…” Her lips tremble and dried saliva sticks to the corner of her mouth while her glazed eyes don’t let you go for a second. “Breakup… Loss… My fault…”
And of course you two had the same dreams. Indescribable fear seethes in your insides, consuming you with all its might. What if Emma dreamed of her death too? What if she had the same dreams as you? What if she was smiling, too? You could cry, drown the world in tears… but you don’t. You smile and shake your head. You are there for Emma. If she were hydrated she’d cry even more while you roll your eyes affectedly. Then you rise from beside her bed, not letting go of her hand. With determination, you swing first one leg onto the hospital bed, then the other. There is not much room on the mattress and Emma looks at you uncomprehendingly while you kick your shoes off your feet and then she opens her mouth to say something.
You are afraid, deadly afraid of doing the wrong thing. You want to be punished and yet, you feel her warm, slightly trembling body beside you as you often had. It#s not about you, it was never. It’s about the girls and Emma thinks she has done something horribly wrong. She has slept with Carry and she feels bad for this, even if it was you who laid the groundwork for this catastrophe. And yet, it is the most important task right now that she feels better and your dumb brain runs on autopilot, knowing what to do to make her happy at least now in this horrible but clear situation you caused. Hey mouth is still open and you can see in her throad, warm and pink, home of your tongue on so many sweet moments. A dry try to speak comes from her.
But your lips are on hers. It’s not a kiss, not really. While you wrap your arms around her and turn her head with your hands so that you can look at each other, you put your lips on hers. Her skin is sticky and unhealthily warm but you don’t care. The heat of her battered body seeps through the covers to you and your legs wrap around hers just as your hands do to her face. At first she flinches, closes her eyes and sobs without tears. She breathes heavily into your mouth. Her breath stinks and her body is sweaty but for you she has never been so beautiful as right now. Her rough, croaking voice reaches your ear like the voice of an angel.
“I dreamed you would leave me” she sobs dryly and safe in your embrace while your fingers brush over her sweaty hair. She is lost in this thought, can’t solve it with her brain. “Why won’t you leave me?” Her lips tremble and tickle yours as she opens her crusted eyes and looks into yours. Fear, anger, hate, sadness, guilt, and incomprehension crowd your mind. But you only see Emma Jackson, your elf… And you are just happy that she is with you and that you can be with her. You want to tell her that you also had such a stupid dream and that everything will be alright again. You want to share yourself with her. After all, she is the strong one and you are the weak one. It worked so well. All this time. You and Emma are so good together because you give each other the strength to surpass yourselves.
But not now. It pains you to realize it, but you know it’s true and it’s the right thing to do. Right now, at this moment, Emma is weak. Very weak. And she can’t be there for you. She wants to, thinks she has to. She’s played the weak one so many times. Your first time. But she’s strong. Josh. But now she’s not. What Josh couldn’t do, Carrie Wilson, her best friend and your confidant, could. Emma is defeated. And it’s your duty to see that. You want to punish yourself for being weak, but you can’t be weak and helpless now. With Emma by your side you understand what is going on inside you. Yes, you have all these feelings. But you don’t show them to her. What would it help to cry with her now? It wouldn’t solve any problems and even if Emma wants, needs and above all deserves closeness, solutions are what your elf needs now. And you are her boyfriend, still are. You are there to look for these solutions. Someday Emma will take care of you again, stand by your side and show you the way as you do with her. But now Emma is just lying next to you, helpless and defenseless and you can’t feel sorry for yourself. You have to help her. You have to help.
And so you hold back the truth. You don’t tell Emma about your own doubts but you are the friend, the person, the guide she needs now. You shut your mouth and kiss your girl again, for real this time. And Emma cries. Somewhere in her body she still finds some water and her cheeks get wet. You withhold the truth from Emma, that you are also weak and helpless. And for Emma, you put aside these feelings and are the person she deserves.
But still, a few tears trickle down your face. Emma caresses you, her weak fingers running over your skin through the wet lines on it, mixing your tears with hers. Together you cry as you lie in bed together. You position your bodies so that you can look at each other and you see her smile as the tips of your noses touch. Again your elf opens her mouth to say something, but again you stop her.
“We’ll have plenty of time to talk when we grow old together Emma” you whisper as the first rays of sunlight come in through the window, slowly turning the room from cold gray to warm yellow. “I want to hear every word you have to say. Anything you have to say.” You smile and give her a peck on the lips as she looks at you. And there it is again, the love in her gaze. “But not now. Not today. Today I’ll talk and you’ll listen, like a good girlfriend should.” Another kiss, and she returns it. “And then I’ll listen to you like a good boyfriend should. We are meant for each other and no one can change that. You are part of my life Emma.” Your girl nods slowly and a smile strains her dry lips. You click your tongue, lift your head briefly and look around the empty room. Then you lower yourself to her again and she wraps her arms around you, “And now I want to make love to you.” Her laugh is soft and brittle but full of life and affection. You don’t say anything about Carry and Emma don’t say anything about being weak. You support each other and make your world a better place.
It takes a lot of saliva to get Emma ready and you take your time preparing her. Getting to her is easy, the nightgown offers no resistance and soon your hands are on her hot body and her nipples tickle your palm while your other hand wanders back and forth between her thighs and your mouth. Finally you want to take a chance and while you fiddle with your fly with one hand Emma pushes herself even closer to you and tries to help you a bit clumsily with her limp fingers. You both giggle, but eventually you do it and your elf sighs in relief as she touches your skin. She feels your throbbing and the blood flowing through your veins and you see her eyes moisten again. You kiss each other with tongue, although this is also done lightly and dreamily. Lust does not matter. The closeness is important and your hands do not leave each other’s bodies while Emma pushes one leg between your thighs and rests her other on your thigh. You encircle her firm butt with your legs, sliding her into position lightly and looking into her eyes.
Emma blinks slightly and inhales lightly as you penetrate her, slowly and carefully. One last time you wet your spear with your saliva and then push it deeper into your girlfriend who holds onto you and whimpers quietly and quite pleasurably. It’s nice to sleep with Emma again and even if it wasn’t your first time, it’s a first time you enjoy.
“This is our life Emma” you whisper and lightly lick her lips. You taste salt and skin and the familiar taste of your elf and she feels the same way as your two bodies become one, moving in sync to your love and affection.
“I love you so much Finn…” she whispers and presses herself against you using only her strength to be near you. You are her boyfriend and you take care of her. You hold her tightly as you cuddle and have sex and Emma becomes more and more dazed as she staggers towards her climax. You also feel the pressure in your loins and testicles and speed up your penetration ever so slightly to show her how much you enjoy being near her. You are scared, angry, confused and insecure but none of that stops you from pleasuring your elf. You hold back, care and are rewarded for holding back your own worries. Emma nestles you close to her and through her closeness the negativity fades away far better than through any conversation or plans of yours. Her head nestles on your chest and you pat her cheeks while you penetrate her in a slow and rhythmical manner. The time to talk will come, but now is the time for closeness. Both are important and you will make sure Emma gets both. You make love to her, make her happy as she should be.
Then you feel how you are about to climax. Just a few more thrusts… But Emma has fallen asleep in your arms. She has closed her eyes and is breathing softly and evenly. And her dry lips are adorned with a soft smile. You stop and kiss the tip of her nose as you watch Emma sink into the realm of dreams. The sun has begun its ascent by now and there is hardly any gray in your room, no more black. The gold returns.
Together with Emma, you close your eyes. You stay in her, but do not move as you feel her body against yours and the bedspread over you, sealing your elf off from the world. Only you are with her and that is all she needs. Then you close your eyes and sink into a dreamless sleep just like Emma.
As so often, it is the warmth of the light on your face that wakes you. Sleepily you rub your eyes and the first thing you see is the peaceful face of Emma. You fall in love with her all the more as you watch the slight twitch at the corners of her mouth, the wrinkling of the tip of her nose, and the soft hum of her steady breathing. Emma is alive. Not just physically. You saved her soul. And even if you don’t know if you deserved it, your soul is saved too. It was Emma but it was also you, you made it together and now you are lying here in the hospital. Bad things are part of life but you are just happy to see her face and know that she is in your life.
The thought of the hospital brings you to the realization that a nurse could come into the room at any time. Quickly but carefully you move your hips and pull out of your elf. Emma whimpers a bit, but continues to breathe calmly and you stow your cock back in your pants. And not a second too soon because soon the door to the room opens and a nurse enters the room. You pretend to be asleep and hear the busy woman’s footsteps falter, but then move again. With squeezed eyes you listen as she examines Emma, enters values on a clipboard and checks the catheter on her arm, and then leaves the room.
“Visiting hours are actually over,” you hear her say and stifle a laugh. “Just make sure the chief resident doesn’t notice. Rounds are at ten.”
“Thanks,” you chuckle softly. Then the door closes again and you exhale in relief.
“That was close,” you hear your elf say and turn to her. She is as red around the tip of her nose as you are and smiles in that wonderful way that shows you she’s fine.
“Good morning” you greet her and immediately your hand moves to her cheek again.
“Hey.” Only now does the sun really rise for you. It’s like it always is when Emma smiles at you. There is tiredness and the knowledge that something bad has happened, but there is love above all. “Thank you for being there.”
“Always.” You kiss her on the cheek. “And you’re always there, too. And that won’t change.” You lie there for a while longer, side by side, hand in hand, and you can’t believe how close it all was. Carrie will bleed for this. But not now. It’s just Emma now.
Eventually a doctor comes into the room as the nurse had promised. You are a little worried when he brusquely shoos you off the bed, but Emma just smiles at you and assures the man that you have made her well again. The glare that hits you shows that the demigod in white is very convinced of his profession, but at least he tells the nurse to get Emma a glass of water. Then he talks to you, forbids you to get into bed with a patient, and tells you what happened to her. Neither Emma nor you answer his question about her parents, and since you are her boyfriend, the man shrugs. Nervous breakdown along with alcohol abuse and not enough food have struck Emma down. Carrie only did the fatal push. Of course, you won’t follow the doctor’s orders, and at least he doesn’t know about your nocturnal escapades or that you will climb into her bed as soon as he leaves the room.
“When can she be released?” you ask the man who has just checked your friend’s pupils.
“In a few days if everything stays the same,” grumbles the man who blames the problems with your elf on alcohol. Then Emma and you flinch as she has to sign that you can stay in the room. “For the police,” the man says and you don’t know if your façade will stand still as Emma takes the pen and doesn’t hesitate for a second.
“He is my life,” she says and the doctor looks at you. Then he nods and leaves the room. At the door, he turns around again.
“Life or no life. Visiting hours aren’t for another couple of hours. Get out.” He waves you along and you go with him, head low but winking at your elf. But then you turn quickly, rush to the bed where Emma is rising and press your lips to hers.
“I love you.”
“I love you too” she answers. Then the doctor grabs you with a very light smile and drags you out of the room.
“You’d better tell your friend that she’s not allowed to see the patient yet,” he says, pointing at Karen. Your eyes widen. Karen stayed here the whole night with you. You thought you had slept badly, but Karen Grant is crouched on the bench in the hallway like a decomposing corpse. It’s a grotesque sight, terrible… and you have to laugh. Karan has been waiting for you all night and probably fell asleep at some point. Her clothes are just as rumpled as yours and her hair is sticking up ugly. She even snores a bit while her body lounges at an unnatural angle on the bench and her legs stick out into the aisle. “Your girlfriend is fine boy,” the doctor says. “But her friend here is going ex if she doesn’t get something to drink soon. Take care of her for a change.” Then he rushes off, leaving you alone with the aftermath of his morbid humor. Carefully, you sit down on the bench next to Karen and put your hand on her thigh.
“Karen,” you say softly and quietly, shaking her gently. “Wake up.” Your newest girlfriend hums a little sleepily, then her head slumps to the side and the sudden movement startles her.
“What?” she starts up but you stop her. Her eyes are unfocused and her lips almost as dry as the ones you’ve seen with Emma. “Finn.” And like Emma, Karen is overjoyed to see you. First because it’s you, then because you’re there, then because you care. But then she remembers. “Is Emma okay?” Genuine caring comes your way and you involuntarily grin, which makes Karen smile, too.
“No,” you say, shaking your head. “But she’s better.” The girl grabs your hand on her thigh and looks at you out of tired eyes.
“Did she let you get to her?” she asks hopefully, and you nod.
“I think… Yea, I think we’re over the worst of it,” you say confidently. Again, you realize how different you are acting. You don’t want to scare Karen, and you tell her the news in the best way you can think of. “Carrie did a lot of damage and apparently Emma thinks it’s her fault. That’s what’s bothering her. But she loves me. And I love her.” Exhausted and happy, Karen sinks to your side.
“I’ve been so worried” she confesses.” Not just about Emma…or you.” You look at her curiously. The two of you present a pitiful picture. Dirty and tired… but happy. “What would have happened if Carrie had won?”
“I don’t know,” you hide your concerns from the girl. The truth is that you do know. Carrie Wilson attacked exactly the right place with the right weapons at the right time and the right energy. Only the love of your Emma has saved you. All of you. If Emma had left…your dream would have come true. “But it doesn’t matter, either. Together we made it.” That seems to make Karen happy and she snuggles up to you. Then she blinks.
“Sorry,” she mumbles. “You probably want Emma first…” You wrap your arms around her and hug her close. Karen returns the gesture immediately and together you share a precious moment of togetherness.
“Do I have to wash your head too?” you ask, giggling. Karen smells just as bad as you do after a busy night. You put your hands under her chin and press your lips to hers as you did with Emma. “My girlfriend is going through a hard time,” you say after you kiss. “But my girlfriend has also earned my attention.”
“Finn I…” Karen breaks off, but holds your hand with hers on her cheek. “Emma is more important than…”
“Emma would roll out of bed right now and smack me if I didn’t take care of you too,” you say. Karen wrestles with herself for a moment, nibbles on her bottom lip, then lose the battle against herself miserably, then kisses you deeply and for a long time. There’s an urgency in her kisses that you don’t yet know from her. Her hands wander over your body and finally hold onto your forearms while her tongue wrestles with yours and her rapid breath widens her nostrils. Then she breaks away from you for good and you look into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. You are both at the end of your rope but the moment on this lonely, clinical white hospital corridor forges you together. You are in pain, tired, hungry, thirsty and look like a tank has rolled over you. But one feeling is as strong as it ever was. “I love you Karen,” you say, “I love…” Then the girl grabs you and almost headbutts you. Her movements are awkward and weak and all her strength is in her arms as she pulls herself to you and kisses you hard. Your lips press together, your tongues lick between them and your hands wander over your faces.
“I love you too!” gasps Karen out of breath, then takes a deep breath and attacks you again. She swings her body over you, spreads her legs and sits on top of you while your back is pressed painfully against the back of the bench. “I love you Finn. God I love you so much! Kiss me! Please!” Karen grabs your breasts, making you both giggle, then your mouths are inseparable again. Finally she’s said it!
“I love you,” you mumble into her mouth. Hot breath surrounds you and your hands are everywhere. “I love… fuck!” You’re just too weak. Karen is too wild and you’re too clumsy. With a loud crash, you fall off the bench onto the floor of the hallway and lie laughing in each other’s arms.
“I think I broke something” Karen moans, tears of happiness in her eyes. She hugs you happily and presses herself against you.
“Then we’ve come to the right place” you laugh and hug your friend too. You want to get up, two nurses are already looking over at you, but Karen pulls you back to the floor. “Wait” she breathes in your ear and wraps her legs around you. “Tell me what you were going to say.” You smile.
“I love you Karen.”
“I love you too Finn.” A quick fleeting kiss on your cheek under the nurses’ eyes, then you help Karen up. You pull her up on you, with her a little wobbly on her feet and holding onto you. “Thanks for being there.” You shake your head and grin.
“I was just about to tell you the same thing.” You put your heads together and Karen puts her hands on your shoulders.
“Well you better not let his girlfriend see that” your elf’s voice sounds from the doorway of her room. Karen and you turn to face the girl and you help Karen into her arms. The two girls hug each other and you make sure that neither of them falls over from weakness.
“What are you doing out of your bed?” asks Karen almost reproachfully.
“I wanted to see Finn,” Emma says, pouting like a child who was promised candy and now gets none. But then a big smile breaks through her facade. “But it’s nice to see that you’ve grown closer.”
“We have our moments,” you grin, and Karen leans against you and grabs your hand. The three of you look even more like a German unit of Landser who retreated from the Falaise Kessel in 1944, broken and tired but happy to have each other. You exchange glances and your girls look like they have something important to say. “What?” you ask dumbly.
“Finn,” Karen says, squeezing your hand. “We’re girls. We know when we stink.” She kisses you on the cheek. “And so do you.” Artificially you roll your eyes but Karen is right. After you hug Emma, too, you look around the hallway. You can rely on the health care system, sure you can anal fuck the two girls here and now without the overworked nurses noticing. Instead, you go in search of a shower.
You don’t find a shower, but you do find a wall in the form of hospital rules that prevent you from leaving the ward. Emma is sent back to bed, leaving Karen and you to search alone for a way to wash away the stench of worry and danger. But not after a final kiss from your elf and an embrace that is almost more intimate than everything else. You’ve won.
“Come with me,” Karen says, grabbing your hand and pulling you through a door. The room is small, unadorned and tiled and doesn’t offer much but a shower head on the wall, a small table for clothes and a big red button to call the nurses if you need help. “I took the liberty of getting us something new to wear,” Karen says, pointing to a bag in the room. You look at her questioningly. “I had to guess your size, and the store here at the hospital doesn’t have much, but is stocked for situations like this.” She shrugs.
“Shit Karen,” you grumble, “That must have been pretty damn expensive.” Another shrug.
“It was. Doesn’t matter though.” She smiles at you wearily. “I don’t care about money Finn. I finally have a boyfriend!” she says with such wonder in her voice that you really realize how important you are to this girl. “A boyfriend I can tell over and over again that I love him.” And she’s right. For Karen Grant, that word must mean the world for as long as she’s had nothing but praise for her body. You pull her against you and she nestles her body against yours.
“So,” you say softly into her ear as your hands wrap around her body. “We both stink like skunks.” You like her giggle. It always seems so liberated and happy when you crack one of your lame jokes. “You want to shower first?” You grin since you already know the answer but you still want to give Karen a choice. She’s earned it, and her first time with you should only be in an unadorned hospital shower if she wants it badly enough. Her arms wrap tighter around you and she rubs her cheek against your smelly shirt.
“We…” Again she giggles, but this time she sounds excited. “We could also… together…” And you realize it’s pretty sweet to feel Karen blush, too.
“Good idea” you whisper in her ear and before she can say anything you turn her back to you. Then your hand is on her sweaty and dirty shirt and massages her breasts while the other one strokes her belly.
Karen presses her lips together and closes her eyes while you explore her beautiful body with your hands. As you knead her soft flesh and your lips glide over her neck and the acrid smell of her sweat rises to your nose, you experience her transformation under your touch. Her body relaxes after last night’s exertions and becomes soft and malleable as you slowly push her toward the wall of the shower without her noticing. Her hair sticks together and stays in place as you stroke her back to kiss your girlfriend on the cheek but the ‘most beautiful girl in school’ doesn’t care about her looks and just enjoys your touch. Some places you already know like her soft big breasts weighing heavily in your hands in her loose-fitting shirt. Other places are new to you like her firm ass in her tight jeans pressing against your throbbing boner. You expect Karen to behave like in your dreams, slutty and voluptuous. But either she’s too tired or… Have I changed? You wonder what causes the girl’s behavior, but she lets you lead her fully and you remember your thoughts with Emma in the room. Maybe it’s me, you think as you take her arms and fold them behind her back so your hands can feel her torso. You pretty much had stood beside you, you know, but maybe that’s not the whole truth. As her shirt is pushed up and your fingers run over her taut stomach and small belly button, your behavior with Emma comes to mind again. Your experiences with her, still not over, have changed you. Millie set the fuse and Megan lit it but it was ultimately Emma who got the blast-off. As Karen begins to moan in your arms you finally know what it is. Too much freedom. You were afraid you’d put too much pressure on Millie. You didn’t let Megan know enough that you’d be there for her forever, and with Emma you made the biggest mistake of all, letting her know she had a life outside of yours. And you know why you hesitated. Karen is breathing faster now as you strip off her shirt and unbutton her bra without much fuss. What scared you with Millie and Megan is now, thanks to constant practice, child’s play for you and right after that a magnificent pair of round, full breasts bounce in the cool air of the dim and poorly lit shower stall. Karen shivers a little and you hurry as well as the thoughts race in your head.
Yes, your girls have a life outside of you. But not for the reason you’ve imagined so far. Yes, they are your girls, they are your girlfriends. But they are many. Several girlfriends. You wanted to give them freedom, especially Emma, who has done and sacrificed so much for you. You wanted them to focus not only on you, not only on your happiness. And so you neglected them. You feel no pain, only a dull throbbing that continues into your bulging cock that presses with all its might against the prison of your pants. Your fingers run over the smooth skin of Karen and hook into her pants. Her ass quickly comes to light and her panties lie carelessly in the folds of her jeans. All that’s left are her shoes and socks, which she helps you with while balancing on one leg. Then Karen is naked and you have to hurry. Lustfully the girl looks over her shoulder and smiles at you in a way you don’t know from your dreams either. She’s a little nervous, but she’s in the mood and wants more from you. Just like Emma and you also see exactly the same concern in the young Grant’s face.
“We’re going to do this,” you say firmly. “This is part of it and I want you.”
“Okay…” she breathes and smiles with satisfaction. You have made a decision for her. Karen Grant is an intelligent girl, you know that, even if she herself sometimes seems to forget it. But now you are the man she needs. And you will be the man Emma needs, the man all your girls need. The one they deserve. Yes, your girls deserve their space, their freedom, and to know that you are not oppressing them. But they also deserve a man who knows what it means to have more than one girlfriend, who knows that the rules of a normal relationship do not apply here, a man who knows that he is not only a loving friend but also the head of a harem.
You haven’t even noticed that you have undressed as well and Karen is just staring in awe at your stiff spear that is throbbing and stretching towards her and seems to be pulling your body along with it. Your cock knows what it wants and you must do the same. You must not only listen to your heart or brain or your cock. All three determine who you are and a harem is only held together by the use of all three. Listening to your heart so often has almost torn your world apart and your dream has shown you what can happen when you get out of balance. You know what your girls want. And they are your girls. They are yours. All of them. In one way or another but they are all part of your harem and that makes your cock twitch wildly with lust and that makes Karen grin with anticipation. It’s right and you will take what you want. And with Karen Grant you start. She wants to please you and stays in the position you pushed her into, but spreads her legs a bit for you.
“Not so cocky now, are you?” you quip, and she tilts her head a little.
“I want you,” she admits softly. “So much.” A fleeting smile, then pressed lips together. “But…” You shake your head.
“I want you too Karen.” Kissing her again, “I know what you want. I love you and I’ll give you what you want.” Karen seems small under your eyes. You would have expected her to act like in your dreams, naughty and wild. But she’s waiting for you and your guidance.
“I just don’t want to… because of Emma and…” No, it’s not fatigue that’s holding her back.
“You have a right to me just like Emma and every other one of my girls Karen. Emma understands that.” And so do I now. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you!” comes the answer immediately and it feels good to see the relief on her face. “I want you and I want to call your name and I want to feel you inside me and I want to love you and I want you with me forever and I want…” You kiss her hard on the mouth, silencing her. Then you pull back. “I love you.” You smile.
“I love you too Karen.” Then you reach up next to you on the wall and pull the shower head toward you. “And you’re going to get all of that from me. And more.”
“More?” She looks at you curiously, not seeming at all like the school sex bomb. She seems more like your girlfriend who desires you very much. You wink at her.
“First, you’re going to get a shower. Because we stink.” Karen nods, but you can see on her face that she agrees with you on a completely different subject.
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