Chapter 2

The week was slow in school.  Midterms were coming up next week and all his classes were reviewing material for those tests.  He turned in his thesis in history and received an A for his efforts much to the derision of the rest of the class.

Greg had been looking forward to Friday and Mandy waiting for him.  He was afraid that she might not be there, but as he walked out the door after the last bell, there she was watching for him.  She ran up to him and wrapped him in a hug.  Since he had hoped she would be there, he wasn’t surprised this time and returned her embrace.  Remembering what she had said last Saturday, he didn’t ask permission but just leaned down and kissed her.  He got caught up in the moment and touched her lips with his tongue.  He felt her hesitate for just a second before she opened her lips to allow her own tongue to duel with his.

When they broke their embrace a few moments later, Greg didn’t know if his legs would support him.  Mandy didn’t look much more steady.  They finally started to walk through the remaining crowd, their arms around each other.  They noticed the stares that they received from the remaining students.  As soon as they got away from the eyes of the crowd, they were walking next to each other.

“Did any of your classmates comment about you having a girlfriend after last week?”

Greg chuckled.  “There were several that couldn’t believe that I had landed, and I quote: “A fox of the highest caliber.”  Talk about envy.”

Mandy looked up at him with a smile on her face.  “That was some kiss you just gave me.  I thought you said that you didn’t know how to do that.”

“Sorry, I just kinda got caught up in the moment.  You had said that I didn’t need to ask, so I just went with it.”

“Greg, there is no need to be sorry!  That was the best kiss I have ever had.  Steve just tried to shove his tongue down my throat.”  She noticed Greg’s face clouded for an instant when she mentioned her ex-boyfriend’s name.  “Oops.  I shouldn’t mention my ex-boyfriend’s name when I am with my current one.”

Greg stopped where he was and looked intently at her.  Had he heard her right?  Current boyfriend?  Did she really want to be more than friends?  He got his tongue to work again and finally spoke.  “Do you mean you want me as a boyfriend?”

Mandy looked down at the ground as she twisted the toe of her shoe on the sidewalk.  “Well, I was kind of hoping that you would want me.”

Greg’s mind screamed YES! , but he kept himself from shouting out in joy.  “Of course I would love to be your boyfriend.  I was afraid that you just wanted to be friends, so I didn’t say anything.  But I have been in love with you since we were kids I think.  I always thought of you even when we drifted apart.  Now I am sure.”Mandy got a smile on her that almost hid the rest of her face.  She grabbed him and hugged him as tight as she could.  Then she reached up and pulled his head down for another kiss that sent both of them into the clouds.  “Well, knowing my parents like I do, we can’t be like a real couple.  They don’t want me to be around any guy at all so we’ll have to be careful where they can see.  But as long as we are careful there won’t be a problem.”

They walked the rest of the way hand in hand.  They both knew her mother would be watching since she had grilled Mandy the week before on just who Greg was.  Mandy had told her mother that it was just Greg and they were just walking home together.  Mrs. Carson had told her that it was okay for them to walk together, but that was all.  Since Greg wasn’t part of their church, she couldn’t date him.  So just before they got within sight of Mandy’s house, they moved a respectable distance apart.  They did stop for a final kiss before they got in sight of her house.  Greg really put a supreme effort into kissing his new girlfriend goodbye.  After they both got things under control, they separated.  Together, they walked up to in front of her house and he watched her wave as she went up to the door.  He didn’t remember walking the rest of the way to his house, instead thinking that he now had a girlfriend and in his eyes, the most perfect girlfriend in the world.

The next day when Mandy showed up, they started their new relationship.  She was just inside the door when they started kissing like there would never be another day for them.  They sat and talked throughout the morning while Greg did what few chores he had left to do.  He told her about the conversation he had had with his mother and that for all intents and purposes, the house was his.  His mom had come in a couple of times during the week, but for the most part, he was still living on his own.  He ordered a pizza for lunch and they ate in the living room feeding each other slices of pizza mixed in with kisses.

Since he had mentioned his computer, she asked to see it.  He took Mandy up to his room and motioned her to proceed through the door.  She noticed it was typically a male domicile; the walls in a light tan with pictures of family and posters on the walls.  There was a bookcase filled with volumes of science fiction, fantasy, and non-fiction works by famous authors.  On the top of the bookcase were his awards and trophies for Martial Arts tournaments that he had been in.  In the corner opposite the bookcase was his desk and his computer.  The room was dominated by the queen-sized bed.  Mandy felt herself getting wet thinking about lying on that bed with Greg, making out and maybe even making love with him.  She was sure that it would be far better than what she had experienced with Steve.

When Mandy sat down on the edge of the bed, Greg’s thoughts were following hers very closely even though he didn’t know it.  He thought of her lying in the middle of that bed naked and wanting him to join her.  These thoughts made his erection even harder.  

He turned his attention to what he was supposed to be showing her.  She was fascinated with the sites that they could access.  The equipment she used at school was filtered for content so much that the Internet was useless.  She found out that she would have much more interest in computers now that she knew there was so much out there that she didn’t know about.

Of course, they made some time for personal wants as well.  They stretched out on his bed, making out like crazy.  Greg was rubbing along Mandy’s back and sides as much as he could reach while his tongue explored hers in a highly erotic dance.  

Mandy realized that he was holding back so he wouldn’t be forcing her, but she needed something more.  She moved one of his hands up to her breast and he quickly got the idea.  He started caressing all around her breast as if measuring its size and shape.  He was amazed at how soft the flesh was even through the layers of fabric.  As his fingertips brushed over her hard nipples, she moaned deep in her throat and tried to swallow his tongue completely.  He stored that reaction away for further use.

Mandy was surprised to learn that with the right person she was a very sexual person.  She had only felt used when Steve had used her.  With Greg however, she was very turned on and had to keep tight control of herself before she ripped off her clothes and offered her body to Greg.

Their time was soon up and after several kisses and goodbyes, Mandy went home to change her panties and relieve the itch she was feeling.  After Greg closed the door, he went upstairs to do the same.

The next Friday, Mandy was there waiting for him as usual.  They had their kiss and started home, but Greg felt something was wrong.   Mandy stayed very close to him all the way but her mind seemed to be on something else.  He asked her about it but she told him that it wasn’t anything important and he settled for that but wasn’t sure if she was telling him the whole truth..  He did continue to think about it the rest of the evening though.

Mandy showed up earlier than normal the next day.  He had just finished his shower and was starting breakfast.  He opened the door in an old pair of gym shorts and an old t-shirt.  Mandy was standing there with a look of fear on her face.  He immediately brought her in and they once again sat on the couch.

Greg suddenly remembered that he had breakfast cooking so he asked her if she wanted any.  Mandy turned pale and quickly asked where the bathroom was.  He pointed down the hall and she bounded toward it.

When she returned, she was very pale.  He had shut off the stove and led her to a chair in the breakfast nook.  He asked if he could get her anything, and she replied that just a cup of tea and some dry toast would be more than enough.  He fixed what she asked for and then sat across from her as she nibbled on it.  She looked entirely miserable and her eyes looked like she had been crying.  He finally took the tea and toast and led her to the living room.  He sat her down and then moved in close to her.

He gently put a finger under her chin and lifted her head to look at him.  “Mandy, please tell me what is going on.  Maybe I can help.”

She ducked her head back down and started to cry.  Through the sobs, she started to speak.  “I... I can’t tell you.  You’ll hate me.”

“Sweetheart, I would never do that.  You are hurting, I can tell.  Come on, talk to me.  Is it something I have done?”

She was twisting her skirt in her hands as she took in a breath to hold back her tears.  “It’s nothing you have done, believe me!  It’s that... I think... I’m afraid I’m pregnant!”  The last part came out in a flurry as she started crying again.

Greg was in shock, but he knew he had to reassure her.  He gathered her up in his arms and rocked her back and forth as she continued to sob.  When her sobs slowed, he leaned back so they were more comfortable on the couch.

“Now sweetheart, tell me why you think you are pregnant?”

Taking a tissue from the box on the side table, she wiped her nose and took a couple of breaths to gain control.  “I am late on my period, almost 3 weeks late.  I’ve been sick almost every morning lately, and I finally got up the nerve and went into the drugstore and bought a pregnancy test before I met you yesterday.  You have to use it first thing in the morning, so I did this morning.  It showed positive.  As soon as I saw the result, I came running over to you.  Now my life is over!  You must hate me, my parents will disown me, and I don’t know what I’m going to do!”  She started to cry again.

Greg then made her look at him.  “Mandy! First of all I don’t ‘hate’ you at all.  I know it wasn’t your fault.  As far as I’m concerned, what that bastard did was rape.  I still love you.”

“Yeah, but I’m used merchandise.  How could you want to touch me after this, when I’m carrying another man’s child?”

“Just like this.”  Greg then pulled her close to him and started kissing her.  She didn’t respond at first, but when she realized he meant it she started to return his kisses.  When they came up for air a few minutes later, she was convinced that he still loved her.  That was her biggest fear, and she almost began to feel some hope.

When Greg felt her calm a bit, he got her to finish her tea and toast.  While she ate, he began to think of what they should do.  Even if the baby wasn’t his, he was in love with this girl and they would go through this together.  “We need to think about this.  Are you off for Spring break next week?”  She nodded.  “All right, the first thing we do is confirm that you really are pregnant.  I’ll take you to the women’s clinic and they can do the test to make sure..  Then we will go from there.  And don’t worry.  We are together in this for as long as you want me to be.”

Mandy had stopped crying and when he finished talking, she pulled him closer and kissed him.  “I love you Greg.  You are so wonderful.. I can’t believe that I am so lucky to have you.”

They sat for a long time on the couch, just holding each other.  He broke away and after finding out that she was not nauseous now but hungry as well, he made some lunch for them both.  Then it was back into the living room to watch some comedy and then Greg found one of his favorite classic movies.  Mandy commented that she wasn’t allowed to watch movies unless the church approved them. Greg was sure she would like this one and by the time Bogart said, “We’ll always have Paris.” to Ingrid Bergman, Mandy had tears in her eyes, but they were for the actors on the screen this time.

As the credits rolled, she looked up from her position against Greg’s side.  “That was the most romantic movie I have ever seen.  I can see why you enjoy it so much.”

Greg tightened his grip on her arm.  “It reminds me of us in a way.  We were together when we were younger and then we drifted apart.  Then we found each other again.”

She snuggled in even tighter.  “Yeah, but we won’t have to part again, like they did.  I’m staying right here with you.”

He kissed the top of her head.  “At least until you have to go home.”  

“And I probably should be heading home.  God, I don’t want to go back to that.”  

“Well you know that I’m always here for you.  You have my number so if you need me, just call.”

“I know sweety and that means so much to me.  That is the only thing that I am certain I can count on.  I was so relieved when you said you still wanted me.  I was so scared that it would scare you off.”

They talked a little more as Mandy was leaving, and after Greg closed the door, he sat in the living room brooding about what to do.  He finally went to bed with at least one thing he should start with.

Monday morning, Mandy showed up at the house a few minutes before eight.  While Greg finished getting ready, he showed her what he had found on the Internet the day before.  He had printed out pages and pages of information about pregnancy.  By the time he was out of the shower and dressed, she had learned more than she had ever known.  Her mother had barely given her any information beyond that after she got married, it would be her wifely duty to give in to her husband’s sordid demands and that she would bleed each month and that was her curse for being a woman.  She also told her that she should never touch herself except to keep herself clean.  There was so much more she needed to know!

Greg called her over and led her to the garage entrance.  They walked in and he handed her a leather jacket and a helmet.  He commented that they would have to get her some jeans if she was going to ride with him more.  She wasn’t sure what he meant by that but she soon found out.  Greg’s bike was a Yamaha V-Max, all dark red and chrome.  Mandy had never been on a motorcycle before and was a little scared of the big machine.

Greg helped her get her helmet on and her hair tucked in.  Then he got on and told her to tuck her dress up around her and sit up tight against his back.  She did as she was told, her grip around his waist tightening until he could hardly breathe.  He warned her to lean just like he did, then he hit the starter and the big bike came to life.  She was scared at first, but Greg was a good rider and she soon relaxed enough to enjoy the feeling of the air moving around her as they cruised toward the clinic.

They pulled into the parking lot and she got herself off the bike.  Her legs were still vibrating from the feel of the bike and more than a little rubbery from the thrill of the ride.  She took the helmet off and Greg handed her a hairbrush so she could get the tangles out of the ends of her hair.  Now she understood Greg’s comment about the jeans.  Her legs were almost icy to the touch.

The walked into the clinic hand in hand and she signed her name.  The lady behind the desk handed her a pile of papers that she had to fill out.  Some of the questions were embarrassing, but she answered them truthfully.  Greg paid the cost for her over her objections and she was soon taken back, first to a bathroom so she could pee in a cup and then into a small room.

The nurse told her to take off all her clothes except for her socks and put on a paper gown that was on the exam table.  She was sitting on the paper-covered table shivering from the cool air and nerves.  The doctor finally came in and seeing her apprehension, asked if she had ever had a pelvic exam.  She said she hadn’t and the doctor tried to ease her mind by explaining everything that was going to be done and why.

When the doctor started to examine her breasts, Mandy was glad that this doctor was a woman.  It was bad enough for a woman to be seeing and touching her, she couldn’t imagine if it was a man.  She was told to lie down on the table, put her heels in the stirrups, and move her butt to the edge of the table.

The next part was really embarrassing and more than just a little painful.  The doctor touched and poked prodded then stuck a piece of equipment into her that was way too big to fit inside of her.  Then she said she was taking a specimen for a pap smear.  Mandy felt relief when she pulled the speculum out.  Then she felt a cold lubricated finger slide into her butt.  She tried hard to relax like the doctor told her to, but it was not easy.

Finally, the exam was over.  The doctor told her to clean herself up and to get dressed.  The nurse would be back to get her and then they would go over the results.  Mandy did as she was told and soon, the nurse knocked on the door and asked if she was ready.  On the way to the doctor’s office, Mandy asked if Greg could come back as well.  The nurse said that was fine and left Mandy in the hall while she went to get Greg.

The two young people sat down across the desk from the doctor.  Mandy introduced Greg and then sat back to await the verdict.  The doctor looked over the notations on the chart then cleared her throat.

“Well, you are definitely pregnant.  I would put you at about five weeks along.  Are you the father?” She indicated Greg with this comment.  He shook his head no and she looked at him in surprise.

“Mandy and I have never been... uh”

“Intimate?” The doctor helpfully inserted.

“Right.  That is a good word for it.  I am helping her through this though.  We got together after this happened.”

The doctor seemed surprised.  “This is highly unusual.  Most guys don’t want anything to do with their own children much less someone else’s.”

Mandy just looked gratefully at Greg and held his hand tighter.

“Alright, the next decision is what to do.  There is abortion-”  Mandy shook her head violently at that one.  “Then you can have the baby and either keep it or put it up for adoption.  Any of these choices are viable and you have the final say.  Since you intend on having the child, I would like for you to come back in a month to see how you are coming along.  Make an appointment before you leave.  Now do you have any questions that I could answer?”

Mandy was still in too much of a state of shock to think of anything, but Greg indicated he did.  “Doctor Simmons, Mandy has been having morning sickness lately.  She is having trouble holding things down.  Is that going to hurt her or the baby?”

Doctor Simmons assured them that the morning sickness was only temporary and that neither she nor the baby was in any danger. “Just try to eat what you think will stay down.  Keep some crackers with you.  That should help until it subsides.”  With the consultation over, she shook their hands and they made their way out the door.  

The ride back to Greg’s house was uneventful except that Mandy hung on even tighter, not from fear of the ride, but for the closeness of the young man that was in front of her.  She also found that the vibration of the bike had a definite effect on her genitals.  She was sure she would have been able to wring out her panties by the time they made it back into the garage.

Back at Greg’s house, the import of what she had been told began to sink in.  She was beyond crying for now.  Instead, there was a dread of how she would be able to handle the near future.  Mainly from what her parents would say or do.   And should she tell Steve.    Greg comforted her, telling her that she could always count on him to help.  They talked for most of the rest of the day and by then she had pretty well had made up her mind to settle on adoption.  She knew that she could never care for a baby on her own and her family would be no help.  Even though Greg said he would help raise the child if she wanted to keep it, she knew that would not be fair to either one of them.  Even if Greg were able to accept the baby, she would always feel guilty.  They checked on everything they could find on the Internet on adoption and armed with what she had found, she considered a private adoption the best bet.

Mandy finally went home. She wasn’t sure when she would tell them, but she knew she would have to sooner or later.  She really dreaded it, but she retained the faint hope that they would understand.  Greg kissed her and reminded her if she needed anything to give him a call.  After she was gone, he went in to fix some dinner wishing he could be with her for moral support.  He had offered, but she insisted she had to do it alone.

Mandy was getting more worried the closer she got to her house.  She had told her mother she had somewhere important to go when she left this morning.  Her mother had called it being flip and disrespectful, but Mandy had made it out of the house without too much trouble.  Now, she didn’t know what to expect.

She made it into the house and almost to her room before her mother’s shrill voice pierced the air.  “AMANDA MARIE! You come back down here!  I want to know where you were today.  Probably out with some of those heathens from the public schools.”

Mandy stopped in front of her mother.  This day had been stressful and she was having trouble not just lashing out.  “No mother, I was not out with any ‘heathens’ as you so wrongly put it.  The kids in this neighborhood are friends that I grew up with and I like them all.”

“Well, if you weren’t out with ‘them’ then it was probably some boy.  You have the devil in you child.  I’ve seen the way men look at you.  Even the pastor has noticed how big your breasts are.  And you do nothing to stop it.  You probably have evil thoughts about boys and letting them touch you.  You are never going to be a proper young lady.”

The words were out of Mandy’s mouth before she could stop them.  “Pastor Campol is a nasty old pervert!  He pats all the girls on their asses and he even tried to get Camille Tennyson to go with him into the little storage room in the back of the church!”

SLAP! Mandy was staggered by her mother’s hand across her face.  She knew better than to say what she did to her mother, but every word was true.  Besides, she was getting very tired of the hypocrisy that she had been noticing.

Her mother ordered her to go to her room and stay until she could apologize for the horrid accusations she had made toward the reverend.  Mandy turned and walked up the stairs to her room.  Her face was still burning and she rubbed the area gently.  If her mother thought she was going to take back what she had said, she was very much mistaken.  Hell would freeze over before she would lie to protect that old pervert.

It was around eight o’clock when she heard her father knock on her door. When she answered, he told her that he and her mother wanted to talk to her.  She straightened her dress, walked downstairs, and faced them both in their living room.  She pretty well knew what was coming.  The same old crap and she was tired of it.  Greg had shown her that her parent’s view of the world wasn’t the only one.  Still, she had to put up with this.

Her father started.  “We are both troubled by your actions lately, Amanda.  You are being disrespectful to your mother, and now to the Reverend Campol.  You will quit spreading those false accusations starting now.  You are never to question authority, especially a man of God.  You need to learn your place.”

Before Mandy could say anything her mother broke in.  “It is even worse than you think Richard.  She has been leaving teen chapel early every Friday.  The Elder Pennybottom saw her walking down the street toward the public school.  I’m sure she is down there with those immoral humanists listening to their lies.  Even before that, she was not participating in the discussion groups like she should.  Instead of listening and learning from the youth pastor, she was sitting off by herself.  And then I was emptying the trash today, I found this.”  In her mother’s hand was the home pregnancy test.  She could see the plus sign plainly.

She could see her father getting more angry, but so was she.  She would soon be seventeen and she didn’t need this garbage.  When her father figured out what his wife was holding, he lost control.

“Is what your mother saying true?  Are you going against the teachings of God and the rules of this house?  You are on a path to hell and you had better get back on the right track.”  Mandy remained silent feeling her anger build.  Her father stood up now.  “Answer me child!  Is this thing yours?  And does it mean what I think it does?” He was screaming at her now.

Mandy snapped.  All the years of resentment and feeling inadequate came boiling to the surface.  Greg had made her feel worthwhile about herself by the way he treated her.  They were not going to take that away and make her feel worthless again.

“You want to know the truth?  I’ll tell you the truth.  What I said about the Reverend is the truth; you just don’t want to see it.  He is a letch and likes to fondle the girls.  Most of us stay away from him because we don’t want his greasy paws on us.  Yes, I have been leaving chapel as soon as I can.  You want to know why?  Because Steve Childers forced me to have sex with him in the basement.  He took me down there and I went because you always told me not to question a male.  Well, he raped me..  I went to see a friend that goes to the public school because he sees me as a worthwhile person, not some piece of property!  He cared enough about me to give me a ride to the clinic so I could find out for sure.  I’m pregnant, and that the truth!”  The last words came out as defiant as she had ever used in the presence of her parents.

Her father was shocked and then livid that his child, and a woman would dare to talk to him that way.  “Raped you?!   What did you do to seduce him?  Flip your skirt at him?  Drive him insane with lust?  You must have led him along and then you got what you were asking for!  Now down on your knees and beg God for forgiveness for your sinful state as a fornicator!”

He grabbed Mandy’s shoulders and tried to force her to kneel down.  He had done this before, but this time instead of complying, she resisted. She felt his fingers digging into the flesh on her shoulders and she twisted away from his grasp.  “I don’t think so!  Some guy rapes your daughter and instead of being mad about that you try and blame me!  That is just sick.  Listen to me!  It Was NOT My Fault!  I know better.  You want to blame your weaknesses on women, but it is only the men’s lack of self control.”

He farther started to say something, but she stopped him.  “Just shut up and listen to me for once!  You and your ‘Leader of the household’ crap is what got me raped.  And you can’t even take the blame.  You want to know what is worse about all this?  I got pregnant from that rape and you won’t even make the father acknowledge it.  The reason I stayed out of the discussions is because they were making it out to be my fault!  You don’t even give a damn about me!”  By this time, Mandy was almost hysterical and screaming out the words.  All the put-downs from the past had suddenly come up to the surface and she couldn’t handle it.

Her mother was in a state of shock that her daughter had said those things, but worse yet she heard her admit she was pregnant.  It was almost like she was proud of it instead of being ashamed like was proper. This was a disgrace to her entire family.  They would have to send her away to a home for unwed mothers, or maybe some relative.

Her father was gone far beyond that.  His authority had been questioned.  He would not allow a mere woman to stand there and deify his God-given mastery of this house.  He stood above the crying form and came to a decision. Mandy felt a painful sting as he slapped her hard enough to knock her down.  He reached down and pulled her to her feet.  “I will not abide anyone usurping my authority in my own home.  You are beyond redemption and I want you out of my sight.  Leave and never come back!”

He pulled her to the door and as soon as it was open, he shoved her out of it.  Mandy stumbled and fell down the steps that led up to the porch.  She heard the door slam and then the quiet of the evening surrounded her.  She just curled up and started sobbing in anger but also in loss for all that she had known was now gone to her.

Greg was still trying to decide what to have for dinner when the doorbell rang.  He had been worried about Mandy ever since she had left this afternoon that he hadn’t thought to eat until his stomach started to gnaw at his backbone.  He glanced up at the clock and noticed that it was half past nine.  A knot formed in the pit of his stomach when he realized that the only person who would be at his door would be Mandy or her father.  

He hurried to open the door to find his girlfriend there barely able to stand.  She had dead grass in her hair and her arms and knees were bloody from scrapes.  Her eyes were swollen from crying and a red handprint on her cheek.  Even her dress was torn.  He opened the screen and then caught her as she started to fall.

He reached down, lifted her into his arms, and carried her into the living room.  He finally got untangled from her death grip around his neck and had her sit on the couch while he knelt on the floor in front of her.

Through her sobs, he got the story of what happened.  He was angry, more than he had ever been.  However, he knew he couldn’t do anything now except to take care of Mandy.  She was his first priority.  He wanted to get her to calm down, and thinking about how his mother always wanted a hot bubble bath saying how it relaxed her, he thought it would work for Mandy as well.  

With many promises that he would be right back and that she was safe, Greg went up to his parent’s bedroom.  In their private bathroom was a garden tub that was big enough for two people.  Only one would be in there tonight, but it would be perfect.  He started the water, getting it as warm as he thought she could stand.  His mother’s bath beads were on the shelf by the sink and he poured a generous amount into the rushing water.  Grabbing a couple of the big thick towels his family preferred, he lowered the lights a bit and then went to get Mandy.

She had stopped crying by this time, but her body felt bruised all over.  She got up when Greg offered his hand and he led her upstairs and to the bath.  Once he had her in the room and showed her where everything was, he started to leave to give her some privacy. He turned back when she called his name.

“My arms hurt.. Could you help me get this dress off?”

Greg definitely wanted to see her naked, but under different circumstances.  However if she was asking, he would help.  He unzipped the back of the dress and then helped her get it over her head leaving her standing in her panties and bra.  The pale skin that was exposed was flawless and he fought with himself to keep from kissing her all over.

With her request that he continue, he unhooked the bra in the back with trembling hands and let the sides go so that the straps slid off her shoulders.  She twitched and it hit the floor revealing her high and firm breasts.  She hooked her own fingers into her panties and pushed them down revealing to his sight, her shapely ass.  It was even better than he had ever imagined.  Then she steadied herself with his shoulder and lifted her feet to get clear of her remaining piece of clothing.  

He helped her to climb into the tub and she slowly sank down into the hot water, hissing as the scrapes on her legs and arms made contact.  As soon as she was settled, he again started to leave so he could fix them both something to eat.  He told her where he was headed.

“Hurry back.  I might fall asleep and drown in here.  It feels so good I can’t believe it.”

He promised he would be right back.  In the kitchen, he heated up some soup and made sandwiches.  He figured this would keep until she was ready to come down to eat.  On the way back up, he stopped in the other bathroom to try and relieve himself.  He had trouble because he still had the hard-on from when Mandy had asked him to help her undress.

As Mandy soaked in the tub, she thought about her behavior since she had made it to his door.  She had arrived scared and in pain.  When he had held her, she had felt safe for the first time since she had left earlier.  Perhaps that was why she had asked him to help her undress.  Usually, she was so modest that she wouldn’t let anyone see any part of her if she could help it.  But with Greg, she felt comfortable.  That wasn’t all, she felt sexy.  As beat up as she was, she felt sexy around him!  She was sure he wouldn’t attack her, and of course, he hadn’t.  She was sure he appreciated what he had seen though.  She had seen the tent in his sweats and the look on his face as he tried not to stare.  Now, all she had to do was relax in the silky hot water surrounding her body.

When he walked in the master bath, Mandy was still soaking among the suds.  She looked over and smiled at him as he entered.  “This soaking really helped.. Now, I guess I should get rid of the dirt that is left.”

In a fit of inspiration or maybe pure hormones, Greg volunteered to help her with that chore.  She thought for a second then agreed.  He first had her dunk her hair to get it wet.  He reached up and grabbed his mother’s shampoo.  Squirting a blob into his hand, he rubbed it between his palms and then started massaging it into her hair.  She groaned at the sensuous feeling of his fingers massaging her scalp.  She didn’t realize that a simple act like this could make her feel so loved - and so sexy!  When he finished, he pulled the showerhead down and rinsed the suds from her hair.  Then, he picked up the soap and a washrag.  She whispered that his hands would be better than the rag.  He had to agree and started at her neck and shoulders, rubbing his soapy hands all over her skin.  He paid special attention to her breasts making the nipples stand proud.  Then he did her back and after getting her to stand, he started at her feet and worked up both of her legs to her ass.  After making sure he had every crevice done, he finally worked his fingers through her trimmed bush and across her pussy lips.  The moisture he felt there was too much to be water, and he knew she was turned on.  She was so slick and wet that he couldn’t tell if he had everything cleaned, but he was going to make sure.

Mandy couldn’t believe that she had asked him to rub her body with just his hands.  If she hadn’t trusted him so much, she would never have thought to do that in a million years.  It seemed to her that every place he touched was set on fire.  Her skin was tingling from his soft touch.  When he rubbed her boobs, they got so tight they almost hurt.  Every place he cleaned set her on fire.  When he sent his fingers through her pussy lips, she thought she was going to climax right then.  When he stopped, she almost grabbed his hand to finish the job, she was so close!  Then, he turned on the showerhead to rinse her.  The pulsating water kept her on the verge of an orgasm and when he rinsed between her cheeks she was ready to explode.  When the water hit her pussy and clit, she did go over.  She slumped down onto the bottom of the drained tub, her body exploding.  

Greg wasn’t trying to turn her on so much as making her relax.  Even with his inexperience, he could see she was getting very excited.  When she slid back down and started thrusting her pussy upward, he knew she was climaxing and he kept the stream of water aimed where it was doing the most good.  She finally pushed the stream away when she felt it was too much.  He handed her the towels and told her he would find her something to wear.

He went into his room he quickly stripped off his shorts and underwear.  He had climaxed in his shorts as he watched her orgasm.  He wiped off his cock and slipped into an old pair of gym shorts and then went back into the bedroom and pulled out one of his mom’s robes.  He had also brought along one of his oversized t-shirts.

By the time he got back, Mandy had dried off and was wrapped in a towel.  It covered the important parts, but just barely.  He handed her the t-shirt and then the robe.  He wanted to give her just a bit of privacy, even after what they had just done.  

Down in the kitchen, he turned up the heat on the soup and assembled the sandwiches.  Mandy came down and asked if she could wash her clothes.  He nodded and she started the washer, then sat down next to him at the counter to dig into the meal.

By the time her clothes were out of the dryer, it was close to midnight.  They were both feeling the rigors of the day.  They went upstairs hand in hand.  Reaching the top, Greg was in a fix.  He looked down at Mandy.  “You can use the guest room across from mine if you want.”

Mandy had been thinking about this as well.  She figured she could trust him.  “If you don’t mind, could I sleep in with you?  I really don’t feel like... you know, but I would really like to just be held.”

“Of course.  I can understand and we won’t do anything until you’re ready.  But I can’t guarantee that I won’t have a natural reaction.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at that.  “I would wonder about me if you didn’t react.  But I knew I could count on you to be able to control yourself.”

They entered his room and he stopped at one side of the bed.  Mandy continued around to the other.  She slipped off the robe revealing that she was wearing his shirt and nothing else.  He could feel his cock stirring as he watched her crawl between the sheets.  He turned his back to her and pulled his shirt over his head. She noticed for the first time, the muscular build that normally was hidden from view.  While she was admiring the scenery, he looked over his shoulder at her.

“I normally sleep with nothing on, but I can wear some briefs if you would be more comfortable about it.”

“No, sleep how you are used to.  I trust you.”  What she didn’t say was that she didn’t know if she trusted herself.

He shrugged and bent to shove the shorts off his hips.  Mandy was studying his muscular ass with interest.  She broke her gaze as he sat down and slid his legs into bed.  Settling the covers midway up his torso he looked over at her.

Mandy took that as an invitation and scooted over to where she was laying against his left side.  He put his arm around her and she draped her across his chest.  Even with the feeling of her warm body against him, he fell asleep within minutes.  Mandy had already dropped off.