Wet
"Confession is good for the soul."
"So it seems."
"To say nothing of the cock."
"You, Zoe, have a potty mouth."
"In that case," and she whispered, "the cunt too!"
The weather had been looking dubious all afternoon, threatening rain, but never coming through with the goods.
It wasn't until I actually left the office, and walked out in the open, far from both the shelter of the buildings and my car, that the skies opened and the backlog of summer rain plummeted to the earth. I ran for the car, but I knew I wasn't going to make it.
By the time I unlocked the door and wrenched it open, I was soaked. My shirt was sticking to my skin, and I had to wipe my glasses to see enough to back my car out of the park, muttering darkly about the unfairness of it all. Perhaps, just perhaps, someone was listening.
I made it two whole blocks before I was out of sync with the traffic flow. Pulling up to the red light, in the lane closest to the kerb, I added some expletives to the earlier list, and then forced myself to relax. Driving on a wet road in a rage isn't very clever.
Looking around, I noticed a woman standing at the lights, a newspaper completely failing to stop her being drenched by the vertical curtain of water. I couldn't really see her too well, but she obviously wasn't very comfortable. Checking the lights first, I wound down the window, and peered out, well aware of the water pouring through the opening and dripping on the seats.
"Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you. Get in."
"What?"
"Get in the car. You'll drown out there."
"Do I know you?"
"No. Name's Glenn. Come on."
"Zoe. I can't do that. I'll get your car all wet."
"It already is, and so am I. Get in, Zoe."
"Are you some kind of rapist?"
"Of course, but not in this weather. Come on, the lights will change."
"Alright, alright. God, you rapists are so friendly!"
Hauling the door open, and letting the wall of water splash me in retaliation, she threw the soaked paper to the ground, dragged her backpack off and jumped in, dropping the dripping bag between her legs, collapsing herself on the seat just in time for the lights to turn green.
I gunned the little car as best I could, and managed to hurtle across the intersection without being rear-ended by the rest of the angry assholes behind me. After exiting to a sensible lane, things settled down a little, and I had time to look over at my passenger.
I hadn't realised while she was showering outside, but she was very attractive. A few years younger than me, small, pale skin with short dark hair, currently plastered to her head. "Uh, reach back there, top of my bag. There's a towel. It's clean. And dry," I muttered at her while splitting my attention between the traffic and the rest of her body. It was worthy of some focus. Zoe was wearing a thin cotton button up shirt, almost like a man's business shirt. White, wet, and, all credit to the rain, stuck wonderfully against her skin. It looked great, but I bet it wasn't too comfortable right now. Just for the record, her bra was small, as were her breasts. Pale blue, with a little lace. The bra, not the breasts, of course. Not that I was looking.
My thoughts were interrupted by both the traffic and her voice.
"Oh, I can't use your towel."
"Why not? Rapists are clean."
"No, because you'll need it."
"No. No, I won't. I put it in the car to go to the gym, and I never got there."
"You're sure?"
"You bet."
"This bag? Glenn, did you say?"
"Yeah, that one. Yep, that's me."
"Nice to meet you, Glenn. Thanks for the lift."
"No sweat. I couldn't leave you in that."
The traffic was moving very slowly in the torrential rain, and I was foolish enough to think that meant I had time to check my passenger out some more. That shirt I talked about was topping a denim mini-skirt. Short, standard denim blue, frayed, and very, very wet. I would have checked out her legs, was it not for the blast of a horn behind me. I caught up with the traffic, and then looked back over at her. The towel was being rubbed vigorously in her short hair, and she was grinning directly at me.
"You better not really be a rapist, Glenn."
"Parks Manager, but please don't tell anyone."
"Oh, you work for the council?"
"Yep. Long term servitude."
"Could be worse."
"Sure could."
"Listen Glenn, what part of town are you headed for?"
"The beach."
"I hope you're not planning to swim."
"Not today. So where were you going?"
"Home. I live up by the museum."
"Hartford?"
"Yeah. Just on the edge. The cheap area."
"Well... cheaper anyway."
"Yeah, that's right. Could I trouble you to go past? It's not too far out of your way, I don't think."
"No trouble, Zoe."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah, you bet. I'm not in a rush."
"What about the wife and kids?"
"Sorry, none of those."
"Me neither. Oh, God, that was a bit blunt, wasn't it?"
"Saves me asking you."
"Oh, would you have?"
"If I could have worked out a way, yeah."
"Okay. Listen, when we get to my place, Glenn, do you think you could stop the car for a few minutes?"
"Ah... yeah. Why?"
"So I could... This shirt is really, really uncomfortable. I was thinking maybe if you behaved like a gentleman, I could take it off, and wear the towel. But I'd need to rush inside and change so I could give it back. See?"
"I can pretend to be a gentleman."
"Pretend?"
"Yeah. Isn't there a saying about that? A gentleman is a lecher with patience?"
"Oh. You're a lecher?"
"Could be. You'll never know, unless you take your shirt off."
"No peeking."
"I'm driving."
"With both eyes."
"Got it." I did. Really I did. I concentrated on the traffic, the lights, the weather. Park maintenance schedule. Prime numbers. And I didn't look. Somehow.
"Okay, all set."
"Am I allowed to look?"
"Oh yeah, I guess."
I turned my head, and she was grinning at me again. Her shirt, and her bra were sitting on her lap. "You're obviously not really scared I'm a rapist."
"Just didn't want you to tear my bra."
"You comfortable?"
"You mean physically, or socially?"
"Yep."
"I think so. You better turn out to be as nice as you seem, mister. I don't take disappointment well."
"You get violent? And it's Smith."
"No, I get even. And how did you know, Glenn?"
"Know what?"
"My name."
"You told me, Zoe."
"No, no, my last name."
"Huh?"
"How did you know I was a Smith?"
"No, no. I'm a Smith."
"No."
"Yes. Glenn Smith."
"Really?"
"Yeah, why? What's so weird about that?"
"Because, Mr Smith, that's my name."
"No way."
"Way."
"Shit. How about that."
"You better not start thinking that means I'll give you any leeway if you disappoint me."
"I wasn't planning to, Miss Smith, though I admit you confuse me a little. Up this way?"
"Yeah, and left at the roundabout. Hmm... Nah, I won't ask."
"Ask what, Zoe?"
"Nah. I'll just.... Look at the road, nosy."
"Yes, Miss."
"That's better. Oh, and so is that. God, that was awful. Sorry about your car."
"What are you... Oh. Forget the car." While I was again paying attention to the traffic, she'd managed to wiggle her skirt down and it was sitting on the floor of the car, around her sandaled feet. As I watched, she flicked it off her feet, and it slumped wetly on the backpack. Zoe had her shirt and bra covering the most vital parts, and I just kinda wondered...
"Yes."
"What, Zoe?"
"Yes, Glenn. I do have panties on."
"I never said a word!"
"Your eyes were asking."
"They... well, maybe. Sorry."
"No problem."
"I don't get pretty girls in my car all that often, and they never take their clothes off."
"That's because you're a rapist."
"They can tell?"
"Oh, of course. We're girls."
"I'm not at all sure you're joking."
"Of course you're not. You're a boy! Up here to the right."
"Got it."
"See that driveway, past the red car? No, the other one. Yeah. In there, under the carport, if you... ah, shit, no, someone's in there. It'll have to be the street. Pull up here. Thanks."
"No problem. You're in that one?"
"Yeah. Gloomy, isn't it?"
"I think everything looks gloomy in this weather."
"Yeah, could be. Look, I'll just be a minute, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. No rush."
"Thanks." She bundled her things together, still holding the towel around her torso, and her shirt in front of her thighs. She kissed me suddenly, a peck on the cheek, and then leapt from the car, giggling.
I have to assume she didn't realise, or didn't care that her black pantied ass was in plain sight. Okay, so I stared as she hooked the towel around herself properly, under her arms, and ran with little coordination down the path, avoiding the worst of the puddles, her butt wiggling as she retreated.
I watched until she reached the house, and then, just as I was sitting back to wait, she turned around to face me. She stood still for a moment, as though she was making a decision, and then waved at me, both hands well away from her body, tempting the towel to fall, and ran, bouncing around the puddles again, all the way back to the car. I hit the button to lower her window as she approached, wondering what she could have forgotten. She stood there, soaking wet again, and stuck her head through the gap.
"Mr Smith?"
"Yes, Zoe?"
"You better come inside."
"Yes?"
"Yes. I need to pay you back for the loan of the towel. Can't do that out here."
"No need at all."
"You'd rather not come in, Glenn?"
"I sure didn't say that."
"Good. Come on then."
"You're sure?"
"I'm drowning! How much assurance do you want?"
"Okay, okay. Go. I'll catch up."
"Not much point now. I can't get much wetter. And it's not cold."
"Okay, get your head out of the window then."
"Oh. Yeah."
"Because everyone is staring at your ass."
"They are not!"
"I would be."
"I figured as much."
"Head."
"Yeah, yeah." She moved it though, still grinning. She looked delightful standing there, in a towel and panties. Both hands were full. One had the rest of her clothes, the other her backpack.
As I climbed out of the car, back into the rain, I realised I hadn't dried out much anyway, and stopped worrying about how much wetter I'd get between here and the house. After all, look at the company, I thought.
Stepping around the car, I snagged the backpack from her hand, and walked beside her back to the house, locking the car with the remote on the way.
Zoe had some trouble when we got to the door. She needed to extract her keys from the backpack, but her towel was threatening to fall to the ground. I decided, despite the temptation, to be a gentleman again, and asked her which pocket the keys were in. I got them out, and handed them to her. It worked out in my favour, I think. I got to stare at her ass as she fiddled with the sticky lock. Sometimes politeness pays off.
Zoe held the door open and beckoned for me to go through first. I hoisted the pack again, and wandered through, resisting the urge to slap her ass on the way past, though I was pretty sure she'd just laugh.
The hallway inside the door was polished wood, old, and rich, and swiftly becoming very, very wet, as we both dripped all over it.
"Welcome, Mr Smith."
"Thanks Zoe. Nice place."
"I can take no credit. One of my flatmates owns the place."
"So you just take advantage?"
"Exactly. And to tell the truth I kinda like that it looks gloomy from the outside. Less problems with break-ins."
"Makes sense. So listen, should I stand here and drip, or is there somewhere else I should stand? Maybe you have plants that require irrigation?"
"I have to ask you a question first."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. That's why I hesitated before going back to the car."
"Okay. Spit it out."
"It's a choice, really. Would you like a beer, a hot drink, or a shower?"
"Ah... shower?"
"Yeah, shower."
"I'm not sure where I stand here, despite dripping all over your floor."
"Yeah. Glenn, we only have one shower in the place, and I'm not at all sure there would be enough water for consecutive use..."
"Oh."
"Yeah... Oh, God, sorry. Forget I said it."
"No, no. I'm just... you are offering to share the shower, right?"
"Yeah."
"But Zoe, you don't even know me."
"Yeah. And I don't do that. Nonetheless, the offer is open."
"I... ummm... you do realise..."
"What, Glenn?"
"... that my promises about not being a rapist in this weather..."
"Yes?"
"Are... invalid, basically, if I climb into a shower with you."
"They are?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh."
"So... you want a green towel, or a blue one?"
"A dry one!"
"Got it. You comfortable with taking those things off just here?"
"I guess. Why?"
"I can put them in the dryer. Can they cope with that?"
"I'm sure they can."
"Good. Strip!"
"You have to turn around."
"You're going to go shy? Now?"
"Well, you did!"
"Oh, Lord! Okay, hold on." As she spoke she reached up and pulled the towel from her chest and threw it to the floor, and climbed out of her panties. "How's that for shy?"
"Point taken."
"I thought it might be. Now get 'em off!"
It didn't take long, and we were both stark naked, still damp but dripping a lot less on the floor. Zoe disappeared and came back with a laundry basket, and we piled our clothing into it. She did her best to clean up the floor, swishing the towel around with her feet, before tossing it in with the clothes, and leaving the backpack to drip a little longer. She picked up the basket and hooked it under one arm. I looked up in the direction she was facing, and she slapped me on the ass!
"Hey, what was that for?"
"Evasion," she said as we walked toward the laundry.
"Huh?"
"You didn't tell me you had a physique."
"I didn't know."
"Bullshit."
"No, really. I'm alright. I spend time at the gym. That's all."
"I like the tan, too."
"Thanks."
"And that little bit of hair on your chest."
"You like that?"
"Mmhmm."
"I was thinking of having it waxed, or something."
"Oh, don't do that!"
"No?"
"No."
"Okay."
"Here, open that. Hee hee."
"What's so funny?"
"I've never had a naked man to help me with the laundry. It sure makes it more fun."
"You, Miss Smith, are weird."
"That's good, right?"
"That's so good."
"Shower now."
"That, also, is good."
"Mmhmm"
We walked in silence down the hallway to the bathroom. The whole thing was incredibly surreal. I must have suspended disbelief big time. I just went along with it, enjoying the banter, and the view.
"To the right, just there, rapist."
"After you."
"No bloody way. You already stared at my ass. My turn."
"As you wish."
"Oh, I do."
"So it seems. Oh! Nice bathroom."
"Yeah. Jenny's a bit of a water freak, I think. No complaints. Flick the shower on, would you?"
"Yeah. Ummm.... couple of things."
"Oh, yeah?" She moved closer in front of me then, and turned the shower on, herself. "What are they?"
"Well, ah, I gotta pee."
"Oh. You need some privacy for that?"
"Well, probably not, normally, but you've got me all flustered."
"Ah. Right. I gotta get some more shampoo. You go for it. Be right back."
I managed to do what I needed to, and was washing my hands in the basin when she waltzed back through the door.
"Damn!"
"What, Zoe?"
"I walk in the door, and all I can see is your ass."
"Oh, sorry."
"Don't be. It's going to feature in my dreams."
"You really are a darling," I said as I turned from the basin "You know that?"
"I turn into an evil bitch-woman after orgasm."
"Oh. Hmm... On that subject..."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Listen. No, stop that. Just for a second. No, no. It's nice. I just... please stop."
"Oh, Glenn, what's the matter?"
"I... it's been a while."
"Oh, God, me too. Weeks. Otherwise I'd have left you to rape and pillage without me."
"No no. It's... it's longer than that. A lot. I... God! Mostly, Zoe, I just can't..."
"Ah, you mean - get it up?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Sorry Zoe. I think I've misled you."
"Oh, no, no. Glenn, it's not like that. I didn't get you to fill in an application form, you know. You haven't lied under oath."
"Yeah, but..."
"No, no. Get that look of your face, and listen. I'm not shy. You can see that, right? I'm comfortable with myself. I'm horny, and I like you. I don't care if you get it up or not. If the evening goes by without you raping me, I'll take care of it myself. You understand?"
"I... yeah."
"Good. I didn't invite you in here for your penis in any case."
"No?"
"Nope. Your sparkling wit. So cheer up, and get that ass into the shower."
"Sure?"
"Shut up."
"K."
"And shove over, you big lummox. How can I scrub your back like that?"
The shower proceeded without further complications. Zoe was more like a cheeky girl than a horny grown woman, and we chased each other around the shower cubicle like we would have if we were both ten. Don't get me wrong. I noticed, and took note of the fact that she was, in fact, a beautiful woman, but it was the togetherness, and the fun, and the innocent naughtiness that was uppermost in my, and I hope, her mind.
After a while, Zoe reminded me that the water wouldn't last forever, and asked me if I'd like to wash her hair. Standing behind her under the streaming water, my fingers digging into her scalp as she sighed beneath the pressure, the stress seemed to disappear. It didn't matter what did, or did not happen. We were here, having fun, and she felt very, very nice pressed up against me, her body sliding around with the movement of my hands.
As the last of the shampoo was rinsed off her head and down her body, she turned her head to me under the water, and pulled me down a little, so she could whisper in my ear.
"Glenn, you big strong boy?"
"Yes, Zoe?"
"What is that thing?"
"Huh?"
"The one prodding me, stud."
The moment I realised what she was talking about, something happened, and my erection faded away. I stood there silently, not knowing quite what to do next. Zoe came to the rescue, again.
"So, stage fright, huh?"
"I don't know what it is."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's nothing... physical, it seems."
"Oh? How do you know that?"
"It works, generally, when there's no audience."
"Oh, Glenn likes solo?"
"Well, sometimes you just have to..."
"Hey, no need to explain to me. I know my privates like the back of my hand."
"Oh?"
"Better."
"Oh!"
She turned to face me then, pressed her face up hard against my chest, and looked up. "Listen, I meant what I said. Doesn't matter."
"Oh, it does!"
"Not to me. Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, sure, Zoe."
"Well, two things, actually. I'm a quick study, as people go. First one." She pulled my face down to hers then, and kissed me, before continuing. "Do you think this relationship could stretch beyond this shower, perhaps making a long term commitment?"
"What? But Zoe, you don't know me at all, and it's readily apparent that I'm not much use!"
"Oh, quit the sob story, Glenn. Well?"
"What exactly are you talking about?"
"Dinner."
"Huh?"
Her hands had grabbed mine, and pulled them around to her back. As she proceeded to hold me in the same way, she continued. "Dinner. You know. We sit down at a table... Oh, rub my ribs harder. I love that. Oooh. Yeah, and then, well we eat together. Oooh. Well?"
"That's the long term commitment?"
"What? No!"
"No?"
"Hell no. Harder. No, I'm talking about a movie."
"A movie?"
"Have you lived under a rock for a while? You don't know what a movie is? Kiss, please."
I kissed her, sweetly aggravating though she was, and our bodies melted together. It was a while before I spoke again, my lips against her ear, my voice quiet, but very close. "Zoe, what about the movie? Is that the commitment?"
"Of course, gorgeous. A movie. Nothing more. Well, actually, maybe one more thing. Depends."
"I'd love to take you to a movie, Zoe."
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh."
"Good. Can we sit in the back row?"
"I guess. Why?"
"Because I want you to kiss me some more. Like this."
"You like?"
"I love. Glenn, about the other thing... Oh, shit! Quick, quick!"
The water had suddenly gone cold, and I slammed the lever down, stopping the water before we were completely cold. We both stood there for a moment, and started to laugh. Zoe opened the door and we climbed out into the large bathroom. Steam billowed around us, and the room suddenly became misty, and maybe a little dreamlike. Zoe flicked the switch for the fan, and as the air cleared, we both dried ourselves, comfortable now with nakedness, relaxed and feeling good. It took me a while to realise...
"Hey, hold on Zoe."
"Mmhmmm?"
"The... you know. The other thing. What was it?"
"Hold on." She wiggled inside the towel, as only girls can. I watched. Then she dropped the towel, and pulled mine from me, before pulling my body to hers again. "It was this. Can you tell me what the situation is at your place?"
"Situation?"
"Yeah. I mean do you live alone, or what?'
"Oh. Yeah. I have a little flat, all to myself."
"Ah. Do you have a spare bed?"
"Well, I have a fold-out sofa. Why?"
"So that's a no?"
"Huh?"
"Well, strictly speaking, no spare bed. Right?"
"Ah... I guess so."
"So if I was unable, for any reason, to get home, and had to stay the night at your place, I'd have to share your bed?"
"No, no. There's the sofa. I could sleep on that."
"You could not!"
"Yeah, I could. Of course. You bet."
"No, no, no! You are misunderstanding again."
"I am?"
"Yes!"
"I... Oh! Oh, I see. Sorry. You keep doing things I don't expect."
"Yeah, I know. People tell me that."
"Yeah. Well, in any case, no. I don't have a spare bed."
"Okay. So... Dinner, Glenn. Movie."
"Yes. Please. And then, if I'm not being too forward, Zoe..."
"You're not."
"We could get a couple of bottles of wine..."
"Yes!"
"And take them back to my place..."
"Now you're thinking, stud."
"And get far too sloshed for me to drive you home."
"That, Sir, is what I call a plan!"
"Give me a kiss then."
"Yes, sir!"
Her lips met mine, and we dissolved together again. I was constantly amazed at the way things flowed with this girl. My fingers weren't content with her ribs this time, and found their way down to her gorgeous ass.
Of course, the door opened then, and a woman walked in. I was standing there, facing the door, my face pressed to Zoe's, her tongue in my mouth, her breasts pressed hard against my chest, my hands cupping her buttocks, and my erection doing its very best to recover. Needless to say, I didn't know what to do.
Zoe was completely relaxed, and all she did was remove her tongue so she could speak. Without moving away from me at all, she spoke clearly...
"Hi Jen. The naked man is Glenn."
"Hi Glenn. Sorry to interrupt."
I mumbled something, but Zoe took over again. She still didn't move. "Jen, can I ask something, before you go?"
She laughed, trying to decide if she should look away, but didn't. "Yeah, sure."
"Well, does my ass look big in this?"
At that point the two of them collapsed with laughter, and Zoe turned around and gave Jen a big hug, obviously not remotely uncomfortable with the lack of clothes. I wasn't sure, yet again, what to do.
Zoe turned, just then, and spoke to me. "Tough it out. Nothing else works."
So I did. I stood there, naked, and watched the girls hug. Hell, they were both pretty, and one of them was naked. What would you have done?
They whispered to each other, and I only caught snippets of the conversation...
"So where did you get him?"
"He picked you up?"
"Nice ass."
"A bit tall?"
The last comment was the one that got me.
"I'm sorry Jen, but I couldn't stop him, and he used up all the hot water."
"Hey!"
"He's a rapist."
"I am not!"
"He is. He threatened me."
"You poor girl."
"Yeah."
"Hey!"
"He looks harmless enough. Give me a kiss, Zoe, and I'll leave you two to molest each other."
"Me and the rapist were just leaving."
"Yeah, we were."
We left her standing there, and walked down the hallway to Zoe's room, stark naked, and laughing. I'd never done anything like that in my life!
---
By the time we strolled through my front door with a couple of bottles, and fell onto the sofa together, we were thoroughly comfortable with each other. I'd left Zoe alone during dinner, though the soft skin of her toes sliding up and down my legs had kept my attention rather well.
I made up for it at the movie. In fact, despite choosing a movie that we both wanted to see, I couldn't tell you much about it. There was some on-screen kissing about five minutes into the main feature, and we both decided we needed to copy the action in the back seat of the almost empty auditorium. After our lips touched, the rest was something of a blur. Zoe encouraged me to touch her anywhere that I could reach, and she was at least as inquisitive in return.
Nothing specific happened, but the buzz was palpable. I loved being with this woman.
And now, the door was locked, the lights were off, and the wine bottles sat untouched as we fell upon each other and removed whatever clothes were within reach.
Our lips locked again, and complicated efforts, but somehow we managed to get mostly naked. The couch wasn't exactly comfortable like this, and Zoe accepted my whispered offer to move operations to the bed, where I assured her we would have more room, and a much nicer surface to lie on.
I stood, naked again, and took her hand, pulling her to her feet before crouching on the carpet to remove her final item of clothing, the skimpy white pair of panties. My thumbs were hooked in the waistband at her hips when she put her hands on mine, and spoke.
"No, Glenn. Please don't."
"No?"
"No."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Bed.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Now."
"This way, Zoe."
"Ever the gentleman."
"It's a cover, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Lucky me. Oh, this is nice."
"I like it."
"It's very manly, Glenn."
"Is it?"
"Yeah. Not at all girly. Tell you what..."
"What's that?"
"If I sit here..."
"Yes?"
"Now you can take them off. Uh uh. No hands. Just use your teeth."
"Oh?"
"Go on."
I knelt on the floor in front of her, and she lay back. I lowered my mouth to the task, grinning yet again. It took me a while to work the panties off her hips, and she lifted her butt and giggled as I slowly managed what she had asked. Eventually I had them part way down, and she wiggled her legs, causing them to fall to the floor. I looked up to see her smiling down at me, and kissed her, quickly, on her belly button, gauged her shiver as a good thing, and kept on kissing, moving slowly further down her body, placing kiss after kiss on her sweet soft skin.
As my kisses became a little more intimate, Zoe sighed yet again, and spread her legs, shuffling down a little to encourage me to explore further. Lips were suddenly not enough, and I slid slowly down her labia, and back up the other side, delighting in the reactions from her body, wanting so much for her to feel good.
I had skipped past her clitoris on the way down, but I had every intention of making up for it on my return. I took a deep breath, then, ready for the main assault, when Zoe suddenly pushed her knees together, and covered herself with her hands.
"Hold on Glenn... I can't..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you wanted..."
She sat up then, and pulled my head to her, crushing me against her stomach. "I did, Glenn. I do. But... listen... Oh, look up, would you?"
"What is it, Zoe?"
"It's just... if I let you continue, then, afterwards, after I come, what happens then?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, what about you?"
"Oh. Look, let's worry about that later. I'm enjoying this." I tried to gently push her back on the bed, but she wouldn't go.
"No, no. Look, it's not right. Can't we... Look, how likely is it that you'll...?"
"Fail?"
"No, no, that's not it, Glenn, but I mean, does it sometimes work, or never?"
"Oh. Well, never."
"Oh."
"But it doesn't matter. It's..."
"No, no. I'm not going to. No. Look, let's just go to bed?'
"I feel bad about that. Let me finish."
"No."
"I want to."
"I don't, Glenn, so unless you're really a rapist..."
"You know I'm not."
"Well then, come up here, and let's go to bed."
"Are you insisting?"
"I am."
I climbed to my feet then, my cock drooping uselessly between my legs again, and looked at this beautiful woman in my bed. I decided to stop arguing, and get in.
I climbed under the sheets, pulled up the covers, and lay down behind Zoe, my chest against her back, our naked bodies suddenly cool, neither of us comfortable to say anything. I reached up and flicked off the light, and put my arm over her body. She pressed herself hard in against me, and I lay there for a while, silent and still, but very much aware of how badly I felt about this.
Eventually, I felt the need to speak, and whispered, in case Zoe was asleep. "I'm sorry, Zoe. I'd really like to be..."
"Shhh," she whispered back. "Just relax. This is much more important, and I love the way we fit."
I couldn't speak any more, and as I lay there, not remotely sleepy, but not really thinking either, tears began to roll down my face. Zoe could feel them and just pulled me closer for a while. When the tears didn't stop, she turned to face me, kissed my swollen eyes, and said nothing.
After a while, for no apparent reason, the tears stopped, and my body shivered. Zoe kissed me again, on the mouth this time, and somehow it wasn't sexual. Instead, it was a release, and I started to cry again. This time, though, I was able to speak, and Zoe listened silently, kissing my tears, while I told her what had happened, and how I had got like this. It wasn't a long story, and it wasn't unusual either. I'd been rejected, and I'd never really recovered.
The thing was, I'd never actually told anyone before. I'd tried to get over it, and I'd tried to ignore it. I'd even tried to accept it, but never explained. Zoe let me tell her the whole sad story, and then took me in her arms, and told me to go to sleep. Somehow, despite all of this, I did.
---
I woke to a sound and a feeling that I'm not sure I can adequately explain.
The sun was shining through the open curtain, and I was lying on my back, nothing covering me on the bed. There was something on me though. Zoe. She looked down from her position, crouched with her knees either side of my hips, and spoke, without stopping what she was doing.
"Morning lover. Don't say anything, I'm warning you. Uh uh! Nothing."
I didn't, either. I lay there, and watched. Zoe was highly aroused. Her hands were alternating, one minute kneading her breasts, fingertips teasing her hard nipples, and jumping as she pinched just a little harder than she should. Then she'd move her hands away, sliding them down her body, across her thatch of hair, and push them deep inside herself, thrusting against her fingers, and me. When her hands slid back up to her breasts again, she would slide her slippery pussy lips up and down my cock, slippery and hot, letting her clit touch me as I indirectly caressed her.
I was hard, and the feeling of her against me was wonderful. Zoe moved a little on each thrust, varying the angle of attack, and as her labia and my cock connected, it felt as though a flash of electricity jumped between us.
As I watched, scared to change anything, she slid her knees forward just a little, in order to more easily tempt her nerves, and smiled down at me again.
"I'm pleased you're awake, Glenn. I want to tell you something. I love your cock. I love the way it caresses me, the way it touches my clit and makes me jump. I love the hardness and the size of it. The colour, and the shape.
"I'm very close to coming, just rubbing against you like this, but what I'd really like is if I could just move a little more, and slide you inside me. No, don't say anything.
"I know you think... Oh, God that's nice... that something could go wrong, but I don't think so, and I'm in charge here. So just lie there, and let me do this right, okay?"
I did. I stayed where I was, scared to break the magic spell, and watched as she moved a little, changed the angle of her body, and then pulled herself back, pushing my cock inside her, the expression of pleasure on her face nothing short of delightful.
She bent her body downward then, bringing her face to mine, and kissed me, before whispering in my ear.
"My God, Glenn, you feel so nice in there. I'm so full, and so very, very horny. Could you help me out here? Would you fuck me please?"
Her words overcame my hesitation, and her movements encouraged my own. I put my hands on her gorgeous ass, and started to lift my hips, timing my movements to hers. She lifted her body from mine again, holding herself upright, her nipples in her fingers, her ass in my hands. I could see her most intimate parts as she pulled herself from me. I could feel her weight, and her desperation as she lowered herself again. As she fell tightly around my hardness, pushing solidly against my body.
It didn't take long. As her movements, and my responses, became faster and less stable, she started to moan, and closed her eyes. Her body started to pump desperately above me, her knees and hips lifting and lowering her without pause, and then, suddenly, her eyes popped open, her mouth opened to let out a long-winded groan of pleasure, and she came.
The tightness around my cock increased as her muscles clamped tight, and her final solid thrust was the end for both of us, as I exploded inside her, streams of hot come pumping from my cock as she spasmed helplessly around and above me.
A couple of half-hearted thrusts from above and she collapsed on me, her hot sweaty skin sticking to me, our panting breaths together. It was too hot to kiss properly now, but I managed to give her a quick peck before she fell to the side, turning me with her, my cock still hard, and still inside her, and she smiled, lying beside me now.
"Never, huh?"
"Never before."
"Confession is good for the soul."
"So it seems."
"To say nothing of the cock."
"You, Zoe, have a potty mouth."
"In that case," and she whispered, "the cunt too!"
"Apparently."
"Listen, can we discuss this rationally later, Glenn?"
"Oh, sure."
"Good. No offense, but I need some sleep."
"I'm not surprised."
"Nor am I."
"Thank you, Zoe."
"No need. You can thank me later."
"Oh?"
"On your knees."
"I'd love to."
"Not as much as I would. Sleep first."
"Night, girlfriend."
"Oh, I like the sound of that."
Mar 2012
Excellent. Most enjoyable and... fun.
Jan 2011
Hot!
Sep 2010
nicely done !!!
Sep 2010
I enjoyed it, as I do most of your stories...
Sep 2010
That was one of the nicest and sexiest stories I have read in a long time. I loved it!! Almost plausible too - excellent.
Sure beats the hardcore beat-off stories that are so often found here.
Keep up the great work.
Sep 2010
This is the most beautiful erotic story I have read till now. It's fun, with a lasting suspense, erotic, it is baroque with the bites of cool rain on the skin...
...and you made me dream before I go to sleep!
Sep 2010
I thought it was a great story, far more engaging and character driven than 90% of erotic fiction on the market. It manages to arouse without resorting to being vulgar and crude, and yet leaves you wanting to know more about the people it is about.
Sep 2010
i think the story is an eye opener that can make us overcome ourfear after a past relation that was either ended badly for a reason and people need to m ove on.the flirting andconversation is very sweet,interesting,realistic and flowing.
Sep 2010
I thought it was an excellent story of mostly dialogue and enjoyed the way the female character was not judgmental and was interested in her lover's well being more so than 'getting her rocks off'. Well written and interesting - not a stroke story, but no
Sep 2010
Gentle, this is your best work yet. Simply wonderful
Sep 2010
Love the lightning dialogue- two witty folks matching wits. Very fun.
Sep 2010
The emotional roller coaster was nothing short of beautiful.
Aug 2010
What a pleasure to read this story, so normal and eccentric at the same time. Very realistic and believable, yours is an exceptional talent to find.
Aug 2010
One of the loveliest pieces I have found on asstr in the last 15 years. Truthful, well-crafted, joyous, exciting.
Aug 2010
It was wonderful. I laughed and got all wet at the same time. A third of the way through I hoped you have twenty or thirty stories to read. I will be smiling all morning, after I take care of something.
Aug 2010
Well done. I am old enough to have experienced a similar moment with a women.
Aug 2010
Brilliant!! Live your style :)
Aug 2010
Perfect
Aug 2010
Glenn & Zoe. What was wrong with Glenn?
GBF: Shy? :-)
Aug 2010
Having written you before, I just want to reiterate my appreciation for your stories. WET was very pleasing and well-done.
Aug 2010
I like.
Sep 2008
The story was awsome. It put me right there, like I was 30 years younger and in the middle of some of the crazy, wonderful, totally unplanned situations I fell into in those days. It was not just the sex, but it was two people connecting on many levels.
Sep 2008
This was a fantastically written story and I do not just mean that as pertaining to the niche of erotic storytelling. You've shown a high level of talent and made a new fan today.
Sep 2008
That was very good. 10's across the board. Loved the slow start, excellent dialogue.
Aug 2008
Loved your story - very sweet. Nice change from lots of the stuff on ASSTR and I appreciated its difference. I read a variety of the stories and this one surprised me, for which I say Thanks so much!
GBF: Surprise is good. :-)
Aug 2006
so much more than erotic... so much more...
GBF: Such as?
Jul 2006
I'm really not one to read stories -I usually find them a little boring, I suppose because they tend to be 'samey'.
This one, however, is different. It has a very nice and natural flow, and quite erotic at that.
It really was a pleasure to read and cer
GBF: Not of this story, but I promise to keep writing...
Jul 2006
Seeing as how I'm 67, I wonder if that girl's mother is available...
GBF: I'll send her over! :-)
Jul 2006
i love stories where both people have fun - civlised.
GBF: So does it have to be both? :-)
Jul 2006
Can't wait... more more!!
Brilliant!
GBF: No, no. That one's finished. Yes, really.
Jul 2006
Gorgeous build up. And very descriptive of unrestrained fucking once she had him teased to hardness.
GBF: No rush. :-)
Jul 2006
Very good. It is difficult to develop characters using dialog, but you did a beautiful job. A countryman of yours also used dialog very well in his novels, but you have a complete short story. (I'm assuming England, although maybe I shouldn't) You have al
GBF: Wrong country, nice sentiment. Thanks.
Jul 2006
Excellent story. By the end I was very wet.
GBF: Ideal reaction!
Jul 2006
This is JUST PERFECT for a HOPELESS ROMANTIC! :-)
GBF: GREAT!
Jul 2006
Hi,
I like the way how you have real persons in the story and build a credible ambience. The language is eroticising without being coarse, very nicely done.
Thanks for that one...
GBF: Not at all. Thank YOU.
Jun 2006
I'm finally catching up on all your new stuff tonight! WOW!
As for "Wet", I think you know how much this story affects me. Thankyou! Very very very very very nice!
GBF: Wow, you have been busy!
Jun 2006
Okay, I have to ask. Are you for real? So very beautiful. Thanks again.
GBF: Real? Of course. It's a story, though, you understand? Good.
Jun 2006
VERY good
GBF: Very pleased. :-)
Jun 2006
Don't know if you are a guy or a girl (I'll have to hunt around for your bio), but that was one of the most erotic stories I have ever read. Romantic, touching, just plain sexy...it had it all. Beautiful work, and I look forward to reading more of your
GBF: best of luck with that.
Jun 2006
not too much sex, but excellent
GBF: How much is too much? :-)
Jun 2006
fantastic - write a follow-up?
GBF: I have too many things to follow up already!
Jun 2006
Beautifully and sensitively written
GBF: Awww, thanks.
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both stories (liberty and wet) were awesome and i would LOVE to read sequels! For a while ive tried to write like this or anything, however i have a harder time to put it on paper as well as you do plus i find i have trouble finishing them.
the way you
GBF: I think there is some confusion here... :-)
I wroteWet butLiberty was written by
All I have to say is... are you single? No, seriously, you have just the right balance of romance and need. I get wet just reading your work.
GBF: You hitting on me? :-)
That was great. Zoe is certainly one of the most generous and kind-hearted lover a mild-mannered rapist could hope for. I really liked the comment about 'gentlemen' being patient lechers.
GBF: Someone gave me that line. I just built a story around it. :-)
I have read quite a few of your stories now. This is one of my favourites. I can't say that I have a specific favourite one. That would be too much of a commitment for me. Thanks for helping me stay out of trouble!
GBF: That's not like me at all!
Very strong story! As an older married guy who likes younger women it was a very refreshing change. The banter was funny. Occasionally I can have wit like this for a few minutes but it was a very pleasant stream.
GBF: Hey, I can only write it. I can't DO it! :-)
a lovely story. Got my juice going and my clit tingling. I could feel the whole thing but unfortunately I had nothing to put up me to help me feel it better.
GBF: Sometimes I'm stunned by what people feel the need to tell me.
This is soooooooo realistic and believable. A very easy 10
GBF: Well, shucks! :-)
I enjoyed the story, very much. It was well thought out and the presentation was outstanding. Thank you.
GBF: Glad you enjoyed it. Read more! :-)
Delightful
GBF: Great!
Charming. Wish I could have known a woman this open.
GBF: You need to kiss a few frogs... :-)
very fine
GBF: very nice
Great story! Hope you have more of the same!
GBF: No promises, but I have about a hundered to choose from!
Who are you? How old are you? Where are you? Stories are quite good. Just read 'Wet' and it was very sweet.
GBF: Thanks a lot.
Great: I do a little writing myself and your writing wants and makes you want to find out how it all ends. I will have to read more of your stories.
GBF: That's a little confusing, but thanks. What kind of writing?
I think you'd best work in creating romance novels. There is money to be made there and you're writing is equivalent, or better, than many of the existing genre or authors. You have both humor and erotica! I would compare you with Vicky Lewis Thompson's N
GBF: I have these conversations from time to time... Many thanks for the kind words. You know any publishers then?
Very witty, clever dialog. The story moves along at a very good pace. It's a short story so character development is where it should be. The dialog carries the characters' personalities. I think the intorduction of the roommate, Jen, gives a bit of insigh
GBF: Thank you very much. Of my later stories, this was both the easiest and the hardest to write, but definitely the most fun.
Oh, and I thought you mean Paul Simon there for a minute. :-)
A very well written and believable story of a pair of strangers who, in one day became the most loving, intimate friends. You wrote it so convincently. Well done.
GBF: Thanks again.
great...love the humor
GBF: It's a romance, not a comedy. :-)
you did it again - thanks a lot! I love the way you write these stories! Somehow you just always hit my sense of humour - and my sense of things being erotic. Great.
GBF: Thanks.
wow... why can't i find a nice rainy day like that?
GBF: You just need to look a little differently. Like in this:It was sexual right from the start
Loved the wit and humor of your characters. The story line was good too. Unlike most that I read, I didn't have to suspend my belief in total to enjoy your plot. The single sex scene didn't bother me, as I particularly love "first time"
stories.
For m
GBF: Start at the beginning... :-) It starts Innocently Enough
This was good, not as much sex as I would have wanted but very good. Alot of people screw them up. The character don't act or talk realistickly. This was beleaveable and fun which is why I liked it. I would have liked it more if their had been a few more
GBF: So you liked it? :-)
good shit. minus the ***** reminds me of some dates ive had hehe
GBF: Oh dear.
That was one well written story...
It was real, in a way that many could not pull off, that moment, that feeling when two people who really don't know each other somehow just know that it is right, that they are right, was wonderfully captured in th
GBF: Thank you very much.
Great wanking story... and so true to life... it can be difficult to keep it hard as you get older..... voice of experience
GBF: Hey, you just need more provocation.
I enjoyed your reading "Wet".
The character's impotence made the
hoped-for ending less predictable. The common "Smith" name made one suspect, for a while"
that it was really going to be a husband-wife fantasy.
It's so hard to come up with a surp
GBF: Thanks for the kind words. Surprise endings are my specialty. :-)
Super Story !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GBF: Gee, thanks!
wow!
I'm going driving in hartford in the rain. I heard it is going to be wet this weekend, and the city just minutes away.
GBF: Hope that works out for you. :-)
Of course they lived happily ever after! Very nice story about two good people. Serendipity is wonderful.
GBF: Yeah agreed!
That was an amazing story. I absolutely loved it.
GBF: Good!
dear mr gentlebutfirm
you are the sort of man who gets innocent girls into trouble.
I should be working but having read "Blue Angel" I couldn't resist "Wet" and was entranced from first to last. Not only have you stopped me getting on with my work but y
GBF: That's got to be the best feedback all week!
I just read this story, and the way Zoe acts reminds me so much of my girlfriend its not funny. Women like her dont just exist in your stories...they exist out here in the real world.. you just gotta dig for them. Very well written.
GBF: Oh, so did you get her to read it too?
I would like to thank you for a wonderful story. I usually don't like shorter stories since I think they don't let the characters develop but this one is wonderful. Even though the story is short the characters feel real and likeable. Their relationship d
GBF: Thanks. Pleased to hear it. Carry on! :-)
I really like it....good intro fast slowing to a tantalising storyline....yep I like your style and would read anything you wrote...
GBF: I've got good news for you, then...
That is a really good Story : )
GBF: That's a relief!
Now, that was gentle. And a very enjoyable little story. Thanks
GBF: Yeah, but was it firm? :-)
"Yeah. Isn't there a saying about that? A gentleman is a lecher with patience?"
i love it
that line [where did i hear that before???]
and the whole story
terriffic
a 10
again
;)
GBF: Awww, shucks. Listen, I'm not picky. I'll steal from anyone! :-)
Loved Wet!! Nice return on the "good sameritan"
jesture.
Thanks for sharing another 10!.
GBF: You mean there was another one? :-)
GBF: Blogged? Where?
I loved "Wet"! I'll let you know about the other after I've had a chance to read it.
GBF: Do that!
Wonderful. Engaging, funny, bittersweet, horny - a great read. I really cared about what happened between these two. Thanks, Gentle, you've done it again! 10+, A*, go to the top of the class!
GBF: The cheque's in the mail! Seriously though, thank you VERY much.
very nice and erotic
GBF: Oops. I thought this was the religion section. :-)
Wet, indeed!
GBF: Something you want to tell me? :-)
What was his problem? I loved the story but still am trying to figure out what had happened before to *****. Thanks.
GBF: That's left as an exercise for the student.
I love the way you write banter. I don't know how else to describe it. It's as if everything is a one liner. I'm sure it's hard to write in this style. But everytime I take this journey I end up amused.
GBF: Strangely, my real life is NOT like this. :-)
Wonderful fantasy, thanks
GBF: Your feedback wasn't bad, either!
Interesting. Not extremely arousing, but very entertaining. I truly enjoyed it.
GBF: You can't have everything :-)
The slow start was perfect for this story, the banter between the two was great.
GBF: I'm pleased to have got it right! Many thanks.
Really a rarity, nice and hot. Thank you. And love from Gemany.
GBF: Oooh, cool! Thanks.
Kind, caring, not obnoxious about it, fun. Hot. Conversation fast moving. Hot. Nicely done.
GBF: Feedback friendly, nice, most welcome. Thanks.
Playful!
GBF: Thanks.
This may be the best story that you have written (or at least what I have read). You make the two primary characters seem very real, you develop their profiles by the banter between them, and finally the sex between them. It may be fiction but it is grea
GBF: Well, thank you very much. Pleased I could please.
Excellant, loved the story and especially the girl's attitude. Goes to show that while some can be cutting and cruel, others can be loving and therapeutic.
GBF: Thanks
Gentle, you always did give the best dialogue, and WET is no exception. And congratulations on the Golden Clit award, it was long over-due!
GBF: Thanks. Want to help celebrate? :-)
As usual, a great story told basically in dialogue, with aq very unusual storyline behind it. Great job!
GBF: 'As usual'? I'm going to have to do something to shock!
I didn't think it was such a slow start - but I did like the way you really moved the story along primarily with dialogue - fun, witty, intelligent dialogue. Nicely done. I very much enjoyed this
- a quick read about good people doing wonderful things
GBF: Thanks for reading.
MORE!!!!
You always have good stories, some like this just beg for a follow on...
GBF: No, no, no. This one is finished. I have enough unfinished ones already!
I read "Wet" and enjoyed it. Maybe it meant a bit more to me because *****. The interplay of characters was really more important than the sex.
I don't read all you write but I was the person who complimented you on using correct grammar
GBF: Thanks for the kind words, Charlie. Sorry to blank out some of what you said.
Nice story. Nice idea, making the guy vulnerable in a way that is a really sensitive subject for so many.
GBF: Many thanks.
good story
GBF: Thanks Frank. Just what I was gunning for! :-)
this is a lovely story---i cannot wait for a WET day and live in hope of finding someone needind a lift and shelter from the rain
GBF: Well, just be careful. It doesn't always go as
planned...
Ok! Ok! I loved the slow start - "good things take time" as the Mainland Cheese advertisement in NZ says, but I'm NOT saying your story was cheesy, it was rather beautiful. I liked the conversational format; it's hard to write good conversation but I thou
GBF: Thanks. Sorry to bleep out the middle of what you said, but you gave too much away.
Yet another amazing story. Your my favorite author. keep the stories coming. you ability to put those emotions in words amaze me. thank you, thank you, thank you.
GBF: Next time leave your address, and I can say thanks properly. Oh, and thanks!
This story has received a very good score but I am surprised it isn't higher. It's a very good story. I especially like the way you have handled the back and forth dialogue. It makes for very comfortable reading. Thanks.
GBF: Well, thank you very much. How about you tell your friends? Just choose carefully. :-)
Gentle, this is a wonderful gentle love story. You have a gift for dialogue that flows.
Thanks for a great Saturday morning pick-me-up.
GBF: Thanks. Was that after a Friday night drinking? :-)
I thought it was very nice. I really liked it.
GBF: Oh, thank you very much!
Well written, Gentle.
You have gotten the hang of working those long stretches of short dialog into the story so it still flows well. She was lucky he wasn't really a rapist...could have been...but maybe that doesn't happen in NZ?
Where can I find a gir
GBF: So to take your points one at a time...
* he could have been. We have rapists in NZ, but not in MY stories, thankyouverymuch. :-)
* And your other point.... Those girls only EXIST in my stories! :-)
Anyway, yes I am still reading your wonderful writings......and still here. Thank you very much for your hard work.
GBF: Thank you - you're too kind! And you're right about Gentle; what a clever stick he is!
very bad
GBF: What's the 10 for then?
Loved it of course. I like it when you show us the vulnerable sides of the characters. That is what got me hooked on you in the first place. And now I am hopelessly devoted to you. Tell me more please.......lol. And congratulations on the award you de
GBF: Oh, well at least I know what it takes. :-) Thanks Wanda.
Wow! Excellent! Perfect! I've enjoyed so many of your stories but cannot recall if I've ever enjoyed one more than this. Thanks for the work ... it must be a true challenge to write dialog as well as this has been crafted.
GBF: I just have lots of good help. Thanks.
I enjoyed your story. It was funny, sweet and sexy. You handled the dialogue well, which is one of the most difficult things to do.
I gave your story a ten, and certainly encourage you to write more romance.
Thanks for sharing your talent and thou
GBF: Thanks, but it's hardly my first!
I liked it. It is sensual and good for reading. They both got very hot and had a great time. The potrayel of this is good and makes you enjoy every moment.
GBF: Pleased it worked for you!
A very nicely told story. Exciting the way it unfolded. Builds anticipation. I loved it
If Zoe has a sister, would you please give her my email address?????
Simply outstanding story! True to Edgar Allen Poe's Manifesto in every fashion!
Honestly, when the email tells me that another story is available, there is nothing in the world mo
GBF: I'm not sure what to say. I'll try to keep up.
Incredible, I love the wit !
GBF: Thank you very much!