Bed Rest

“Did I fuck it up?” I winced as Regina poked at my arm. We sat on Gabriella’s bed in the back of the church.

Each jab of her fingers tingled up my arm as she walked and traced along my numb arm. “I think you’re going to be alright, but we need to be careful if you’re going to push your limits that much. So it’s bed rest for now, doctor’s orders,” she winked.

“Since when are you a doctor?” I teased, laying back in the bed.

“Around 531BCE, under Ringmaster Naunet I studied medicine and earned that title thank you very much,” she said, standing up from the bed. “So you rest, I’ll get you a drink.”

“Sure thing, Dr. Regina.” She left, leaving me alone in the back room of a church dedicated to me. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jazmin’s purple skin, were there others out there worse off because of meeting me?

Knock, knock. I looked over to the door, Gabriella stood there with a cup in hand. I waved her in as I sat up. She sat next to me, “Thanks for that, we’ve tried helping Jaz come to terms with it but I’m not sure she’d ever have been truly okay.”

“It’s the least I could do,” I said, it was all my fault after all.

“Nonsense, you could’ve done so much less. She could’ve waited, and not risk additional stress,” she said, holding my hand, stroking up and down my arm. “So you were saying, you needed practice and… oh what was that other thing?”

I smiled leaning in close, “Mmm, I think the doc prescribed sex.” Her hair was short, at first I had thought she’d buzzed it. But after learning her past, I realized it’s just been a few weeks of growth since she’d quit chemo.

“Oh yea, that’s what it was,” she spoke in a breathy voice. The final inches between us closed in a flash. Our lips locked together as she pushed me back into the bed. The sexy older Latina laid atop me, her hands explored my body, my top riding up. Her warm touch brushed over my ribs, cupping my breast over my bra.

Each passing second the heat between us grew. I slipped my hands down the back of her pants, cupping her ass as I pull her in tight. Our every motion rubbed against the other, she leaned up just long enough to pull her shirt off over her head. Hot damn, she was so skinny, I ran my fingers over her ribs blazing a trail to her dark nipples. They stiffened under my touch, eliciting a moan from Gabriella’s lips.

They called out to me, I pushed up pressing my lips to her skin. Her touch twisted through my hair, pulling me in deeper and deeper with each peck. Passion bubbled between us. I grabbed hold twisting, throwing her back onto the bed. “Bobbi,” she moaned.

Our tongues danced, she fumbled with my pants. I shimmied out of my bottoms, kicking them off the side of the bed. She slid across the bed, her hand outstretched to the nightstand. The contents of the drawer slosh about before she pulled out 5 inches of purple silicon, and with a twist of her wrist it buzzed to life.

I could feel it through my shirt, the vibrations danced down my torso. I moaned into her mouth as the toy reached its destination. Pleasure jolted through my body as she pressed the toy against my sex. She tugged at my shirt, I arched my back letting her pull it free. I reached behind unhooking my bra, Gabriella was quick to bury herself in my bosom.

My head rolled back, her tongue flicked over my nipples, the toy buzzed between my legs. Lost in the throes of pleasure, I reach up to grab her hair. My palms ran along her stubbled hair, unable to grab hold. My hand stung snapping me out of the moment, I hadn’t even realized it, but Gabriella’s hair had grown a couple inches in mere seconds. Barely more than a thought, my practice with the ring was paying off.

With her newly grown hair in my grasp, I writhe under her attention. The toy slipped in and out of me, my own moans filled the air. “Cum for me, Bobbi,” she said, staring up at me from my chest. She moved up, her lips brushed against mine, “Cum for me.” My orgasm rolled over me, her touch was electric, her kiss euphoric.

The toy fell silent as Gabriella twisted it off. “I didn’t expect the hair pulling,” she smiled.

“I didn’t mean to, I can fix it if you—“

“No, I was going to grow it out anyways. Plus wouldn’t want to steal your talents, not when Jaz is still purple.” She laughed laying next to me.

“Mmm, you earned it,” I said rolling over, placing myself above her.

“Way I see it, I still owe you so much.” She kissed me, “With the cancer gone, and the chemo stopped, I’ve got back my appetite,” another kiss, “my libido,” another kiss, “and now my hair. So anytime you need me.”

“That’s good to hear, cause we’re far from finished. But first you need to lose those pants,” I said kissing her again.

“Yes, ma’am,” she said, quickly removing her own pants.

I shuddered, “Ew, not ma’am.”

“Mistress?” she suggested.

I wasn’t crazy about that either. Then Regina’s voice echoed through my mind, “Ringmaster.”

“Mmm, sure thing Ringmaster,” she said as her pants joined mine on the floor.