Together forever

The two of them spent the whole day rolling around together, just messing about and enjoying the closeness of each other’s company. Stacy led the way down to breakfast without taking up the offer of donated clothing, nor letting Mark have a chance to don any of his own. She and Ms Jay chuckled to see how red-faced he went sitting opposite his own parent in just his birthday suit.

“Oh, don’t be so silly!” The woman laughed. “I’ve seen you running around like that for half your life, not much has changed really… Here, does this help?”

At that the mistress of the house dropped her own robe to the floor, unveiling a body several movie-stars would die for. This did not help Mark’s glowing face problem, though it did equal out the playing field for all concerned. The three of them eventually managed to chat amiably and relaxedly across their meal, each slowly finding the nakedness of all involved simply drifted out of notice. Though Stacy could not help herself ogling her hostess’s impressive rack whenever an opportunity arose.

After breakfast, a bath was surreptitiously suggested, the guest of the house being still rather bedecked in the stains and rigors of the day before. The girl assented gladly, but only on the condition that Mark join her and ‘help scrub her back.’ Ms Jay smiled warmly at the suggestion and slid gracefully off to get it running for them…

“Your mom is so hot.” Said Stacy, in flat appreciation. Mark only grew an even deeper shade of red, though that may well have been at the prospect of a shared soapy space.

The two of them settled in to the steaming water with a parade of splashing and laughter. They decorated each other in disguises and costumes of frothing bubbles. Sprayed suddenly freezing jets out of the cold tap at each other and played endless wrestling games of ‘who’s now on top?’. Eventually though they calmed down into a gently soaking embrace, carefully running scratchy washcloths up and down the other’s limbs and basking in the simple pleasures of those pure, tactile sensations. Mark slid his hand down Stacy’s calf as she dragged it up to within reach, dragging the soapy rag along the smooth curve of her instep and wriggling it in between each of her toes. It really was a strange and sensual experience: to be so carefully and attentively washing another’s every inch, crack and crevice. To have the same due diligence paid back in kind... slowly, carefully, scouringly. It wasn’t quite erotic, as such, but more just a shared moment of such closeness and intimacy.

Once again he wondered just how he had ended up with a friend he could spend such honest connective instants with. Who would open herself up so contentedly for him and draw out the urge to be just as open back. Every moment he spent alone with her seemed to show just how much of a miracle she was. How unlike every other person he had ever met. Mark slid his hands up under her arms to squeeze and caress her breasts. Earning little more than a chuckle and acceptance for him to bounce and juggle those mounds, while Stacy herself continued to try blowing bubbles through a soapy ring between her thumb and forefinger. The pair of them lay back together in the gradually cooling water, unwilling yet to leave this bastion of tranquility.

“So… Who else are you letting fuck you… when me and Pete aren’t around.” Mark let the question slip out into being before he could stop himself. Mentally kicking the self-destructive urge that might have ruined this moment.

The girl in his arms gave out no signs of indignation though, far more focussed on the act of creation she was attempting.

“Would it matter, if I told you?” She asked in way of reply. “Would it make you more or less jealous, or angry, or upset? What if it was someone you disliked? Or even someone you knew I disliked? Would it change the fact that I chose to give my body to them...?”

Mark thought over all these questions for a moment, it seemed like a lot to consider… until he realised the answer to all of them was basically the same.

“I guess… No. No it wouldn’t.”

It seemed that was the answer she was expecting, she had her next line all lined up.

“Then I won’t tell you. Because I think it would hurt you if I did…”

The girl swivelled round to face him, elbows upon his chest, eyes in line with his own, lips mere inches away.

“I love you, Mark. You and Pete. More than anyone else in the world! But I think the way I love anyone is not quite the same as everybody else. I have lots of different kinds of love to give out… and now I’ve started giving it out… I’m not sure I can go back to just bottling it in ever again. I don’t want to hurt you Mark and I don’t ever want to lose what we have together… So I think I need you to let me have some space around that love, to be who I’m going to be. I’ll always be your little fucktoy Marky-poo. I’ll always be around to share a bath with you or take a… load off your hands…” She grabbed hold of his cock at this, grinning as she began stroking it up to order. “But I’ll never be just yours, lover-boy. I’m sorry, but that’s the truth...”