Gabriela's Logic

I slide down to my right side, feeling every inch of me as I slide out of her gooey yet tight gripping pussy. She gasps as I exit her. I wince as I settle down beside her on my injured side. She turns with me and shifts herself into me, I envelop her in my embrace. Despite the heat we hold onto each other, the silence only broken by the sounds of occasional soft kisses.

We are silent a long and happy time as we simply glorify in this glowing new connection. Gabby was the first to speak. “Oh Willow. Ohhh, I didn't know it could be like that. Wow.”

I kiss her forehead and give her a squeeze.

She nuzzles into me even more. Once more we lay quietly and just savor each other's company.

In the end I am **** to move. With a grunt of pain I roll off of my injured right side to lie flat. Gabby sits up and looks at me with concern. “Oh, that must have hurt! I forgot.”

I smile up at her. “It's okay. Worth it.”

She gives me a sweet grin back again. “Let's clean up then I'll change your bandages.” She bends forward and looks down, running a finger up her slit she watches a sticky rope of cum mixed with her own womanly sap stretch between her digit and her sex. She lets out a light laugh. “You came so much! Jeez!” She sighs happily once more. “Oh Willow that was amazing.”

I reach out and gently stroke her slick sweaty back.

“Good thing...I can't get pregnant.” She says in a soft distant voice. She shakes her head and smiles once more. Reaching over she gives one of my big breasts a playful squeeze. She shoots me a wink and a giggle. For a second I am hopeful we were about to go again but she instead turns to go collect the jug of water. I lay admiring her slender tanned nude body as she went. She squats just past the shade of our tarp and cleans herself down below.

She takes up a couple rags to use as wash cloths and returns with the jug. I sit up to face her. Together we wet the rags and oh so affectionately begin to clean the sweat and grime off of each other's flesh. At first I grope and clutch, trying to signal my interest in more, but with gentle pushes and movements Gabby signals to me that she is done for the time being. I could understand. I'd fucked her pretty hard, taking her to places she had never been before. Combine this with my prodigious endowment...yeah, she needed some time to recuperate. That was okay, this slow tender cleaning was absolutely delightful.

Neither of us could remove the wide smiles from our faces. I wipe the wet cloth down over her chest and across her breasts, sure to get in under them, as she does the same to me. We keep glancing into each other's eyes. Giggles and grins and bashful blushes aplenty. We were down right giddy on one another. My heart sang with a new blossoming joy.

Feeling her soft delicate flesh run under the cloth only magnified this incredible feeling between us. I touched her like nobody I had before. There was lust and desire in my stroking hand, but also a reverence. I treasured this woman deeply. I can see in her face and feel in her hands emotions that were a mirror for my own.

With Gabriela's help I re-wet the cloth and continue. Caressing and washing her slender legs with utmost attention. As I finish with her adorable perfect little feet I can't help myself. Grabbing one ankle I pull her foot to my mouth and give her wiggling toes a slurping suck. I jut out my underbite and tickle the soul with one of my tusks. With a squeal she laughs and squirms. I don't let her go, instead I amp up the toe sucking.

“He he he! Willow!” She cries out in whimsical protest. “He he he he he!”

She lays back and grabs onto the calf of my good leg with one arm. Still wriggling and giggling she starts to tickle the soul of my foot hard. I burst out in a laugh and her ankle slips from my grip. We are both laughing as she pops up and launches herself toward me. I catch her in my arms and we roll to the earth, dirtying ourselves again in a big entangled laughing mass.

Her dancing brown eyes look at me joyfully as I lean over her looking down. She looks up and says. “Willow! I lo....”

She stops herself, her giggling coming to sudden stop. For an instant I swear I see something else in her eyes. Panic? She blinks. “I...I should change those bandages.”

My heart skips a beat as I realize what she had been about to say. I go to say it myself but she quickly brings up her hand and gently presses her fingers to my lips. “Don't.” She says.

I reluctantly let her up. We take a welcome drink of water then finish cleaning one another. It is silent for a time but before long the old talkative Gabby surfaces. She runs her hands over the hard knots of muscle up and down my back and shoulders. “My goodness you're built!” She begins, and from there she just gets to talking in that way of hers.

She transitions straight from cleaning me to carefully removing my old bandages. Looking down at the gradually revealed flesh I see the angry red burns and various sized speckled wounds from shrapnel. Once more I breath a sigh of relief and thank...thank my luck...that the wounds weren't more serious than they were. Everything looked as it should. She had done a damn good job patching me up. When she unwraps my hand I give it a few test movements, flexing my fingers then releasing them in slow deliberate motions. The burned skin hurt and I could feel it had taken a hard impact, but like my ankle nothing seemed to be broken.

Very carefully and with obvious knowledge of what she was doing she uses most of the remaining supplies to treat my wounds and burns. The bandages she applies are less than last time. A big one along my side and one wrapped around my forearm. This time she leaves my thumb and fingers free.

As she finishes up I finally ask the question that had been gnawing at me. I reach out and stroke her neck, my hand coming to rest on her shoulder. “Why? What...changed?” I croak.

She shakes her head. “Gabby realized she is a dum dum, that's what changed. Gabby is learning that Gabby didn't know anything about anything.” She tries to turn away from me and change the subject.

I hold her shoulder. “Tell.” I whisper.

She kisses me. “You'll be angry.”

I shake my head. I couldn't imagine being angry with my savior. “Please.” I ask.

She clears her throat. She begins to speak, a hesitance in every interval. “Yeah...if we're going to...I should really... Um...well...first of all, Padre Diaz was right. He was always right. Always. He is such a wise man. I was a fool to doubt him.” I look at her with concern, I wasn't sure I liked where this was going. “If...if he says I'm...” Her voice cracks, but she her face and body showed a strong resolve. “...I'm a mutant. Then...I'm a mutant. I'm a mutant. I...am a...mutant.” She says it again and again, as if trying to drill it into herself. “That's...not so bad...right?” She looks to me.

“Mutant...good.” I reply. I was happy she had accepted the truth, but I wasn't so sure this was a healthy way to come to it. To her mind she'd just been locked out of her eternal reward by admitting those words. I couldn't imagine how she was feeling right now.

She nods and gives me a bittersweet smile. “I'm a mutant. I...I should be with a mutant. It was a sin to be...to be with a human man.” I was wondering why she thought I would be mad at what she was saying when she then continues on to the touchy part. “And uh...Leviticus.” She says falteringly.

Leviticus? What the fuck was that?

She goes on. “I was thinking...about what I did for you...with my hands. Um...” She takes on a different sounding voice as she rattles off some quote. “If it is an emission of semen, the man must bathe his whole body in water and will be unclean until evening.”

She looks at me. I still had no clue.

She smiles. “In the bible...men's emissions are semen, women's are blood.” My brow curls together, what the hell was she on about? “I realized the more I thought about it...in the bible... Willow, listen, according to God...you're a man. You have a penis, you like women, you have...er...emissions.” My face falls as I look at her in rapidly rising annoyance. She strokes my cheek. “I know, I know! You think you're a woman. That's okay, that's okay Willow. But in God's eyes...you're a man and...and I'm a woman...and...and we're both mutants. So it is proper...um...I mean we're still in sin as long as we aren't married but...but that's pretty common right? Even the...humans do that. I mean...um...am I making any sense to you here?”

So she fucked me because she had convinced herself that she wasn't human and that I was a man? I had such a mix of emotions in that moment. On the one hand I was overjoyed to be with her. Simply overjoyed. And yet, after hearing of her thinking process before our love making, I felt like she had convinced herself of things she might not truly believe. On top of it all...I wasn't a fucking man!

She rests her hands on my chest. “Are you angry?”

I nod.

She gives me a guilty look. “I knew you would be. Willow...I...I'll call you a woman. Okay?”

“AM woman.” I assert.

“Okay, okay. Please don't be mad.”

For the life of me I don't know why I say it but I then add. “Gabby...human! Willow...woman!”

The flinch I see come across her fine features makes me instantly regret my callous unthinking words. Her shoulders slump. “No, it's not true, but...it's okay if we say so. But...we should be honest in our hearts Willow. We should be honest to...Him.”

There is a moment of tension between us before I finally pull her in for a long firm embrace. I could feel her let out a breath and relax as she puts her arms around me to return the hug.