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A Special Kind of Love Ch. 04

Courtney and Jessie were sitting on the couch next to the hospital bed, and I was sitting on a chair. They had their eyes glued to the floor, and they were completely silent. I wasn't making a sound either. I kept my eyes on Billy. He was hunched over as he sat on the bed, his arms wrapped around his gut, as if he was shielding himself from cold air. His face was mostly blank, but I could see some anger laced within his eyes. He was shutting us out. Just a few hours ago, his mother—who he hadn't seen in years—walked in, just to tell Courtney and Jessie to accompany her for dinner. Then she called me a few choice words, causing Billy to explode at her. All that rage he had been keeping since he was an infant—he let it out, and first the first time ever, I heard him scream.

All I wanted to do was rush to his side and throw my arms at him, shushing into his ear and telling him that everything was alright. I wanted to pull him into a deep state of bliss—a state where he was allowed to truly relax. All the negligence he'd endured really had taken its toll.

But, Courtney and Jessie told me not to touch him, and I didn't question it. I just hated seeing Billy so...sullen.

We sat in silence for a couple hours, until it was five o' clock.

"We should be going," Jessie said to Courtney.

"Oh, yeah..." Courtney said somberly. "Dinner."

I spoke up. "Um... What would happen if you guys didn't go? If you stayed here?"

"She'd find a way to screw us over," Courtney said plainly. "Our mom absolutely hates it when someone doesn't make it to dinner."

"She seems like she hates a lot of things," I said.

Courtney scoffed. "You have no idea."

"And where are you guys going? Bevette's? That place is expensive."

"Oh, I'm sure Timmy or Jimmy or what's-his-face will cover it," Courtney said. "Mom only goes for rich guys. She makes sure that they cum gold instead of semen."

Jessie barely held in a laugh, as did I. She turned her attention to me. "You think you'll be alright here?"

"I... I think so," I said, returning my gaze to Billy. He was like a complete statue.

"Sounds good," said Courtney. "But Ali? Can I talk to outside...before we go?"

A slight sensation of fear ran through my body. "Y...yeah, of course."

Courtney and Jessie both said goodbye to Billy as we left the room. Of course, he didn't answer.

"What's up?" I asked as we shut the door.

"Ali, when Billy gets out of this rut...I want you to know that he might get a little emotional," Courtney said.

"Ummm... Okay," I said. "Is... Is he going to cry?"

". . . Maybe," said Jessie. "He's hardly yelled like that before. I'd imagine that he might cry a little. I realize that it'll be awkward for you, but—"

"It won't be awkward," I assured them. "I'll take good care of him."

"Okay," said Courtney. "And after dinner, we're gonna stay here for the night. If he comes back to us when we're all with him, that might make things a little easier."

"Yeah, okay," I said, nodding. "That sounds great, actually."

They left, and I went back into the hospital room. I shut the door behind me as my eyes fell upon Billy. He hadn't moved an inch. I lay on the couch as I kept my gaze on him. He was doing a terrible job at hiding the turmoil and desperation that was transpiring within him. He breathing was heavy, and his body was trembling slightly. He kept his eyes fixed on his feet, his eyebrows tightened above his eyelids. For any other person without autism, the sight of them like this would have been odd. But with Billy and his...malady, it wasn't so weird.

The temptation to go over to him and touch him was almost overbearing. He didn't deserve be going through all of those mixed-up emotions. But there was still that fear of what would happen if I had touched him. Would he have become violent? Would he have screamed at the top of his lungs?

I jumped in surprise as I heard a knock on the door. A couple of seconds later, there was another knock, and the door opened. In came a nurse, followed by a woman my age, with long, blonde hair and big, blue eyes. She wore a tight, black dress pants and a green top, under a black overcoat. It was an understatement to say she was "pretty." I immediately began pondering who she was.

"Hello," she said as she gave me a big, toothy smile.

"H-hi," I said as I watched the nurse leave. "Ummm... I don't really kno—"

"Oh! I'm sorry," she said. "My name Maddi. I work with Billy."

I furrowed by brow. "You're...a detective?"

"Yep," she said as she took her shield out of the inside pocket of her jacket. "C.P.D."

I looked at Billy, then back at Maddi. "Billy hasn't told me about you."

"Have you ever asked about the people he works with?" she asked.

". . . No," I said.

"Then that's why."

Maddi was already starting to get on my nerves. I began feeling the needless tinge of jealousy—even though I was the one who was dating Billy. Just all of a sudden, in came in this pretty blonde claiming to be Billy's co-worker.

"So...you work with Billy?" I asked.

". . . Uh... Yeah?"

"How close would you say you two wor—"

"I'm sorry, but, who are you?" Maddi asked.

"I'm Ali."

"Oh! Well, it's nice to meet you." Maddi reached across Billy and shook my hand. "But yeah, we work pretty closely. He and I hang out for lunch quite often. His partner and my partner don't get along, though. They have this...rivalry. I think they just like each other but don't know how to express it. But Billy and I get along perfectly."

She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair. I flinched, afraid that he was going to give her arm a good smack. But he didn't; he remained perfectly still as she stroked his hair.

"You're such a good guy, Billy," Maddi said. "You're so nice, and sweet... I wish all guys were like you."

Billy didn't respond. He didn't say anything or look at her.

"B...Billy?" she said. "Can... Can you hear me?"

"He's, uh... He's going through a little rough patch," I explained.

"Awww," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed. "What happened? Was it his mom?"

I looked at her quizzically. "How do you know about his mom?"

"Harry told me about her," she said. "The things she's done to him, when he was little... Poor thing."

I finally asked the question I'd been asking myself for some time: "Why don't you guys arrest her?"

"It's...complicated," Maddi replied.

"Un-complicate it," I said.

Maddi took some time to think. She bit her bottom lip as her left hand rested on his thigh. Then I saw it. I saw her slight infatuation with him. She had longing in her eyes. She wanted him...

"Well?" I demanded.

"He doesn't want us to," she said. "He doesn't want her to be arrested."

"Why?"

"I don't know," she answered, giving me a look. "I don't know... Nobody does. Not even Harry. But we respect it, because of what he's been through. The less he had to deal with it, the better."

"Yeah," I said. "His sisters raised him well."

"They're only six or seven years older than him, aren't they?"

"I believe so."

"Wow... Amazing." Maddi gave Billy's thigh a pat. "So, Ali, are you, like, his friend or—"

"I'm his girlfriend," I said.

"Oh."

She didn't even attempt to hide the disappointment in her voice, but she did try to keep up her smile. I actually felt bad for her. Billy was an amazing guy, and any girl would be lucky to have him.

I wanted to make her feel better, but I didn't know what to say. I watched as she subtly took her hand off his thigh.

"I... I'm sure he treats you well," she said.

"He does," I told her.

Silence. Dead, awkward silence. I wanted to ask Maddi how long she was planning on staying there, but I figured that'd be rude. She seemed like a very kind, sweet person. I had always thought female cops and detectives were cold, dominant women, but Maddi showed me a softer side to that.

"So... What do you do?" she asked.

"Like...my job?"

She nodded.

"Oh! Ha ha... I work at an art gallery," I said.

"I see," she said.

"That's actually where Billy and I met," I told her. "He was there, and we talked for a bit, and he seemed nice, so..."

It seemed obvious what happened next, so I stopped the sentence there.

"Aw, that's sweet," Maddi said with a smile. "My love life is been shit."

"Really? Why?"

"I just... I don't know what I'm looking for in a guy, y'know? I think I'd like a guy that's nice and sweet, but they're just so...rare. Especially in a place like Chicago."

"Just keep looking," I assured her. "You'll find the one."

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Not much else happened between me and Maddi. We ate dinner together (although Billy wasn't hungry), then I watched Netflix while Maddi piddled on her phone.

It was around ten o' clock when Courtney and Jessie got back from their dinner.

"How was Bevette's?" I asked them as they walked in.

"The food was good," Jessie said.

"But the company was terrible," Courtney finished.

"Did your mom mention anything about...?"

"Not a word," Courtney said.

"It was like it never even happened," Jessie said. "I hate that about her. I hate the way she just brushes things off and forgets about them."

"Hi, guys," Maddi spoke up.

"Maddi!" Billy's sisters said together.

The three of them united in one big hug. It seemed Courtney and Jessie knew Maddi quite well. There was the obligatory "How are you?" and "How has everything been?" and so on.

"I was hoping I could stay here for the night," Maddi said. "Is... Is that okay?"

"Of course!" Courtney said.

"We would love that," Jessie said. "Although...we don't have much spots for you to sleep... Courtney and I sleep on the couch, and Ali sleeps on the bed with Billy."

Maddi gave me a coy look. "Ohhh... Good for you, huh?"

"Yyyep," I said, smiling. "Lucky me."

Maddi's eyes thoroughly swept the room. "Ooh! I can just sleep on this chair."

I was tempted to speak up and say that I could have slept on the chair, while Maddi could have slept on the couch, and either Courtney or Jessie could sleep with Billy. But, given the state he was in, I thought it would be best if remained there.

"Well, uh... Okay," Jessie said.

Soon it was bedtime. Maddi was the only one of us girls that didn't bring pajamas. Nevertheless, she actually looked pretty comfortable on the chair. I figured her job had trained her how to sleep in rough places. As Jessie shut the lights off, everything grew quiet. I had my back turned to Billy, and my gut was pressing against the bedrail. It was very uncomfortable, to say the least. Billy was still hunched over, and he still had his arms around him as if he was freezing to death.

Within an hour, everyone was asleep except for me and Billy. I didn't want to be asleep until my baby was. And it wasn't like I had to fight the temptation of sleep. The room was a little chilly, and I was pushed against the bedrail so much that my gut was becoming nearly unbearably sore. Maddi even seemed more comfortable than I was. I was just about ready to get up and sleep somewhere el—

"Ali...?" came Billy's soft voice.

Pure joy rushed through my body like a river. Billy was coming back! I twisted my head so I could look at him sitting beside me.

"Yeah, sweetie?" I said in an equally soft voice.

Billy paused. For a second, I dreaded that he had just shut me out again, but then he spoke. "I... I know this'll make me sound like a baby, but... Can... Can you hold me? . . . Please?"

My heart melted. He sounded so innocent and sweet that it just about made my entire body melt as well.

"Oh, Billy... Of course I can. Come here..." I rolled over to my other side so that I was facing him, and I put my arms out in front of me.

He slowly lie back down. As his shoulders touched my left arm, my right arm draped over his front side.

"That's it, sweetheart... There you go," I whispered as I planted a gentle kiss on his right cheek. "And you don't sound like a baby. But...you've never really gotten the chance to actually be a baby, have you?"

He nuzzled his head under my chin, he snuggled the rest of his body against me.

"I'm so sorry, Ali," he said, a slight sob in his voice. "I... I'm so sorry..."

"Hey, sweetheart... Shhh... It's okay, Billy. It's okay... You have nothing to be sorry about. Absolutely nothing."

"I never wanted to scream in front of you," he said. "I... I never wanted to—"

"Billy," I said. "It's okay. I have loved you no less since your mom was here. You had every right to be mad at her."

He began stammering. "I... I just... She... It's just... I..."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked.

It took a moment for him to think, then he nodded. "It's just... I always feel so...powerless when I'm around her. I... I always try to prove to her that I am worthwhile. I... I try to show her that I'm not just a stupid mistake she made."

"Billy," I said, "you have shown her. You have proven to her that you are worthwhile. She... She just refuses to see it, and there's nothing you can do about that. That's her own fault. That's her loss. "

Billy cuddled up to me even closer. "It's just... Before I met you, I always felt so...lonely."

"Sweetie, I... I always want to be there for you. I want to be that constant, that you can always come back to whenever things seem to be going downhill for you. That's how much you mean to me. You bring so much light into my life. You—"

"No," he said. "I... I'm just some big jerk."

"Billy, you are the kindest, sweetest, most gentle person I have ever met. Okay?"

He remained silent.

"Okay?"

He nodded.

"Okay. I... There's something I wanted to ask you," I said.

"Uh... All right. What is it?"

"Okay... I know this might be a big surprise for you, so it's perfectly fine if you say no. All right?"

"I won't say no," Billy said.

"Listen to what I have to ask first," I told him. "I... I know we've only been together for a few months, but... I think we should start living together."

Billy's eyes went wide as he gawked at me. "L-live together?"

"I know it's a big step, and like I said, it's perfectly fine if you don't—"

"Ali, I... I would love that," he said. "I just... Where would we live?"

"Well, I think it'd be easier on you if I...moved in with you," I said.

A big natural smile was now on Billy's face. "That... That sounds great, Ali! I..."

"You don't have to make your decision right now," I told him. "Wait until we get you home, all right?"

"O-okay."

I held him even closer to me, if that was even possible. "I'm ready to clock in. Want me to guide you to sleep?"

"No, thanks," he said.

"You sure? I know how much you love it when I whisper in your ear and give lots of goosebumps."

"Yeah, just... Not tonight."

"All right. Sweet dreams, Billy."

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The next morning, one of the nurses actually caught me sleeping with Billy. I didn't get much punishment other than a small reprimand. I wanted to argue with her and tell her that there was nowhere else to sleep and that he was my boyfriend, but I figured it was better not to.

The doctor came in and told us that Billy was being discharged later that day. After breakfast, Billy, Courtney, and Jessie began filling out the discharge papers. Maddi was still there, though I didn't even know why. I didn't want to ask her and risk sounding rude. I knew she was there only to support him.

Billy hated very few things. One of those things was paperwork. Courtney and Jessie had to work hard to keep him motivated to get through it.

"Sweetie, you can stay at my place for a few days," I told him.

"That sounds good," he mumbled, his eyes glued to the abundance of papers around him.

"Why can't you just take him to his place?" Maddi asked.

"I don't know," I said. I turned to Billy. "Billy, would you rather go to your place instead?"

'No, we can go to your house," he said, though he didn't sound very firm.

"I was hoping he could stay with either me or Jess," Courtney said.

"I don't think Ricky would want Billy at our place," said Jessie.

"Who's Ricky?" I asked.

"My fiancé."

"O-oh! I didn't, uh... I didn't know you were—"

"It's fine, Ali," Jessie said. "It's fine."

"Court, you could stay with me at Ali's place," Billy suggested.

Courtney raised her eyebrows in surprise. She immediately looked at me. "Is... Is that okay, Ali? I don't want to intrude or anything..."

"No, you won't be. I'd be glad to have you," I said, even though I was disappointed that I'd have to wait even longer before I had Billy all to myself.

"Perfect," said Courtney.

"Hey, Billy," Maddi said, looking up from her phone.

"Yeah?"

"Harry just texted me. He told me he's throwing you a part in a couple days."

"Oh. Cool. Where?"

"He's thinking his place. Either that or a bar. But he probably knows you aren't too big a fan of bars, so probably his house."

"Did he say Ali can come?"

"I... I bet she can. I'll ask him." She returned to her phone.

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A few hours later, I was pushing Billy out of the hospital in his wheelchair. He had on regular clothes. As the winter sun hit his skin, I noticed how pale he was. He was also a lot skinnier.

Courtney, Jessie, and Maddi followed. As they approached their respective cars, I crossed the parking lot to mine.

"So glad I'm not using the crutches," he said.

"I'm glad, too," I said.

I parked him next to my car so I could open the door to the backseat. He quite expertly stood up from the wheelchair on one foot and pivoted so that his rear was facing the seat to the car. He slowly sat down, then brought his legs in.

I heard him close the door as I began folding the wheelchair. I put it in the trunk, then put my laptop and his Green Lantern omnibus in the passenger seat. Finally, I got in the car.

"Ready, sweetie?" I asked as I turned on the ignition.

"Yep," he said,

"We'll have to stop at your house and pack a few things."

"Okay."

I looked back at him to make sure everything was in order. Then, I backed out of the parking lot, and we were on our way.

Courtney got to Billy's house before we did. Judging by the front door being opened, I guessed that she was already inside.

"Do you wanna go in with me?" I asked.

"No, I trust you," Billy said. "I'm pretty sure Court knows where everything is anyway."

I got out of the car and walked into his house. I immediately went over to Billy's bedroom, and sure enough, Courtney was in there, putting Billy's clothes in a suitcase.

"It's just for four or five days," I said, giggling.

Courtney looked at me, then returned her attention to packing. "I know. Just being safe."

She went to the bathroom and got his toothbrush and toothpaste, and his shampoo and body wash.

"I've always been jealous how clean his house is," Courtney said. "It's just...so nice."

"I know," I said. "My place isn't too bad, but it's definitely as clean as this."

Courtney put the things she got out of the bathroom into the suitcase, then zipped it up. "Again, I hope I won't be intruding by staying with you and—"

"Don't worry," I told her. "I think Billy will love it that you can be with him."

"You and I are probably the women he loves the most," Courtney said.

"And Jessie, too, right?"

"Yeah, but... I don't know... He's always seemed to favor me. He loves Jessie very much, but...he always seemed to love me more. Oh well. Everyone that has more than one sibling always favors one over the others."

Courtney pulled the suitcase out of the house and into her car.

When we got to myself, a little thrill built up in my throat and rushed down my body. We helped Billy inside, then lay him on the couch. He put his left leg on the armrest, elevating his foot just above his heart.
"How're you feeling, bud?" Courtney asked as she knelt beside him and began rubbing his tummy.

"I guess I'm feeling okay," he said.

"Do you want anything to eat?" I asked.

"No, thanks," he said.

"Well, all right."

I knew that eventually we would all have to sleep. I wasn't exactly comfortable with Courtney sleeping in my bed with me and Billy, but I didn't want her to be left out. I got some large blankets out of my room and began laying them in the middle of the living room floor.

"What're you doing, Ali?" Billy asked, his voice soft and drowsy from his sister's bellyrub.

"Making a bed," I replied simply.

After there was a nice, thick layer of blankets on the floor, I went back to my room and got three pillows. I decided that there wasn't enough blankets, so I went back to my room and got even more.

I slipped into my makeshift "bed" and patted my hand of the spot next to me. "Come here, Billy," I said in a sultry voice.

Billy crawled off the couch and made his way over to me. He plopped down right next to me on his stomach and let out a heavy sigh.

"Comfy?" I asked.

"Mm-hm," he said, his eyes already beginning to droop.

"I think someone's ready for a nap," Courtney said, slipping in next to her brother. It was almost every man's dream—sleeping in between two gorgeous girls.

I pressed into him and began giving his face little kisses, while Courtney began to give him back scratches.

"You can fall asleep if you want, honey," Courtney said. "We know how exhausted you must be."

"That's—mwah!—right—mwah!—Billy," I said in between kisses. "Just—mwah!—go to—mwah!—sleep."

Billy's eyes were closed, and his breathing was already deep and relaxed.

"Wow, that was fast," Courtney said.

"He's had a rough couple of days," I said, my nails gently grazing his scalp. "He needs all the sleep he can get."

I began to slip out of all the blankets, but Courtney remained there.

She seemed to have read my mind. "I just want to be with him a little longer," she said as she scooted closer to him.

"That's fine," I said.

I was an only child; I never had a sibling. Seeing Billy and Courtney cuddled together showed me what that might be like. I could see the history they shared together. I could see the pain they both had gone through. I could see the true love between them.

I made a less-than-stellar dinner for Courtney and me, then we decided to go to bed early. Courtney had placed a pillow under Billy's foot, so that his leg could stay elevated.

I was impressed by how comfy the "bed" was. We slept on top five or six blankets, with five or six more blankets on top of us.

As Billy rolled onto his side and nuzzled his body against mine, I could feel his strong boner pressing against my inner thigh. I reached over him and put my hand on his back. The feeling was like two friends being together again. It felt wonderful to touch his back. I softly began to move my hand up and down along the contours of his muscular back.

"Mmm, that feels so good," I heard him whisper.

"Shhh... Thank you," I whispered back. "Relax now... Let me guide you to a nice rest, all right?"

We rolled over so that he was on top and I was at the bottom. His head was tucked safely under my chin, and my arms were wrapped around him like a horny snake.

But I had to remind myself that Courtney was barely a foot away from us. If I was to make Billy cum, it'd have to be subtle.

"Are you nice and comfy, sweetheart?" I asked him, my voice below a whisper.

"Mm-hmmm," he said, nodding slightly.

I used my feet to grab the pillow for his leg and scoot it over for him to rest his foot on it.

"You two are adorable," Courtney said, a big smile on her face.

"I know," I said as gave my baby a kiss on his scalp.

"You know what we should do?" asked Courtney. "He should lay on me, and you can straddle us, and we'll both give him back scratches."

That sounded like a perfect idea, but I knew that she would feel Billy's pulsating cock in his pajama pants.

"Maybe...in the morning, after breakfast?" I said. "I think Billy's about to fall asleep."

"Okay. Good night."

"Good night."

As she rolled onto her other side and faced away from us, I went into action. I felt his dick become even harder. He was practically throbbing at that point.

"Sssksssksssksssksssk..." I whispered into his ear. "Sksksksksk.... Relax... Relaksss... Ksss... Ksss..."

I loved using Billy's ASMR to turn him on. I was sure that the waves of goosebumps made everything a thousand percent better. I could tell that he was on the line between orgasm and falling asleep. I desperately wanted him to have both.

Courtney rolled over toward us again. "Maybe this'll help."

She bunched her finger together, as if she was trying to hold a small marble, and began drawing small circles right under his shoulderblades—his favorite place to be tickled.

I felt Billy's dick twitch, and I knew he had just dumped a load of sweet cum in his underwear. He didn't arch his back. He didn't gasp. He barely did anything. He just put his head on my chest, pretending to fall asleep.

"There we go..." Courtney said. "All better. I bet he feels amazing now."

I had no idea what just happened. Did she know that she had just helped her brother achieve orgasm? Or did she think she only put him to sleep? I didn't say anything to her. I just smiled and gave her a small nod.

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"I love you, Billy," Courtney said as she gave Billy a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you, too, Court," Billy said as he sat up in his wheelchair.

"It was nice having you here," I told her. I was standing behind Billy, my hands on his shoulders.

"I really appreciate it," Courtney said. "You have a very nice home, Ali. It's too bad you're planning on moving out..."

She gave me a wink, and my blood ran cold. How did she know that I wanted to move in with Billy...?

"Call me if you need anything, Billy," she said. "Have fun at Harry's tomorrow."

As she walked out the door, Billy and I both let out deep sighs of relief.

"I think she knew what we were doing last night," Billy said as I looked out the window and watched her drive away.

As soon as she was gone, I turned to him. I jumped on his lap, my legs straddling his, as I smothered his face in wet, sloppy kisses.

"You're mine now," I whispered in his ear, before giving it a kiss as well."

"I'm yours," he said, a big smile on his face.

I gave his breakfast-filled belly a little tickle. "Hmmm... What should I do with you first...?"

"I really need a shower," he said, then quickly added, "If, uh, that's okay with you."

"Of course it's okay," I said as I touched his forehead with mine. "I'll get in there with you. I really want to give you a nice soapy massage..."

I felt his dick twitch against my pussy. It was too bad that we both had our pajamas on.

"Do you have...a plastic bag and a big rubber band?" he asked.

"Probably," I told him. "What for?"

"I just need something to cover my cast with."

"Gotcha," I said. "Okay. Do you think you'll need any help getting undressed and getting in the tub?"

"I'll see," he said. "I can give it a try."

I gave him another big kiss as I got off of him. As he wheeled over to the bathroom, I found a plastic bag, but I had trouble finding a large rubber band. I knew I had one, I just didn't know where it was.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" I yelled as I went through my drawers, desperately trying to find a rubber band.

"Yep," I heard him yell back.

I finally found what I was looking for and headed for the bathroom. Billy was already in the tub, naked and ready. His left foot was resting on the edge of the tub, where the water wouldn't touch it.

"Okay, how do I do this?" I asked as I held up the sack and the rubber band.

"Put my foot in the sack, then close it off with the rubber band, right above where the cast is," he instructed.

I did exactly that. I slipped the plastic sack over his foot and stopped around the middle of his shin. Then I tied the rubber band over it, so that water couldn't get in.

I undressed and stepped into the tub, closed the curtain, then turned the water on. A jet warm, soothing water poured out of the showerhead and onto my body. This was the first time Billy had ever seen me nude. I looked down at him and caught him staring. He caught my eye, then turned away so far that his chin was pretty much touch his shoulder.

I was standing in between his legs, so I got a perfect view of his dick and balls. His cock was already semi-erect.

Once my entire body was wet, I leaned out of the way so the water could hit Billy. He closed and leaned his head forward, enjoying the feeling of the warm downpour.

I got on my knees so that I could trace the tip of my pointer finger along the surface of his shaft. Billy jumped a little in surprise, but after a few seconds, he gave off a shiver of pleasure.

"Would you like to hold my breasts, sweetheart?" I asked.

He gave me a look of surprise. "Would I like to hold your breasts?" he repeated.

I nodded. "Would you?"

He looked a little unsure of himself. "Will... Will it hurt you?" he asked.

I couldn't hold back my giggles. "No, no, sweetie, it won't hurt me." I scooted closer to him, so close that his dick was almost in between my knees. "Just run your hands up my thighs, then my belly, then cup your hands around my tits. I know you can do it, Billy."

"Yeah. . . . Yeah, I can do that," he said, a little more confident.

He put his hands on my thighs and gave them a gentle squeeze, feeling the toned muscles underneath the skin. He slowly and tantalizingly began moving his hands up my thighs toward my hips.

"Am I...doing okay?" he asked me.

"You're doing great, baby," I told him, and I meant it. "This feels perfect."

He put his hands around my skinny hips, as if he was about to lift me up. He gave them a nice squeeze as well. For some reason, I arched my back, pushing my breasts out in front of me. I put my hands on his knees and let out a soft moan.

He stopped rubbing me. "Oh, God, am I hurting you?"

"Quite the opposite, Billy," I said. "It just—ohhh...—feels so good... Keeping going, baby... You're not going to hurt me, I promise."

Billy took his hands off my hips and pressed them against my sculpted belly. I began to feel so good that I began to thrust my pussy upward, directly towards his chest. The water hit my face and cascaded down my hair like a waterfall.

I looked down at Billy, and I could tell by the expression on his face that he was getting weirded out by my pussy shoves. I managed to sit back down on my feet and calm down.

Billy grasped his hands around my breasts, causing me to moan and bow my head forward. This time, he didn't stop. As I felt him knead and squeeze my breasts, I could tell that my tits were actually bigger than his hands.

I leaned forward and put my hand around his neck.

"Uh, Ali...? What're you do— Mmmph!"

I pulled his face into my cleavage. I let out a little giggle as I felt my tits take in his entire head. He took his hands off my breasts and put them on my thighs for support.

"These girls have been ready and waiting for you," I whispered into his scalp.

With one hand holding his head, I used my other to begin stroking his fully erect dick.

"Do you like my breasts, honey?" I asked. "Because they sure like you."

Billy didn't lick or suck them. He simply let them smother him. That was all I could ask for. As I pumped his cock in luscious up-and-down motion, felt his shaft already begin to throb.

"That's it, baby! Cum for me!" I said. "Cum for my breasts!"

Within moments, I felt his white, hot semen gush onto my stomach. As he came, I let go of his head, and he immediately fell back against the end of the tub. His left leg was shaking, as if he was struggling to keep it on the edge of the tub, away from the water. I picked up his leg with both hands so that he was allowed to fully rest.

"How was that, baby?" I asked as I pushed my breasts against the plastic-covered cast.

"That was...amazing..." he said, clearly out of breath. "Are you...going to do...the massage now?"

"Let's have you rest for a couple more minutes," I told him. "You seem really winded."

He closed his eyes and put his head against the wall. For a good amount of time, it was complete silence, except for the sound of the water hitting us.

I put his foot back on the edge of the tub. "I need you to lean forward for me, okay?"

"Okay," he said.

"All right." With good agility, I slipped in behind him, with my legs on both sides of him. I could feel my pussy touching his tailbone, but Billy didn't seem to notice.

"Now," I said, "lean back again, and rest your head on my chest."

Billy reclined against me, and my breasts took in his entire head once more, except for his face, which was perfect.

"Feeling good so far?" I asked him.

"Yep," he said.

"All right. Now, do you want a full-body massage, or just your upper body, or your—?"

"Upper body would be perfect," he said.

"Would you like some ASMR as well?"

"Yes, please," he said in the sweetest voice I had ever heard.

I couldn't stop myself from covering his scalp with tiny, affectionate kisses. "Billy, you're so adorable..." I whispered.

I covered his shoulder in sudsy soap and began rubbing. I started hissing into his ear, and I could feel the goosebumps prominently stick out of his skin as I ran my hand along his arms.

"A-Ali, can I...tell you something?" he asked.

"Of course."

"I... I think I'm ready."

"Ready...for what?" I asked.

He remained silent.

Then it hit me. "Oh! Sex! You're sure, Billy?"

"I'm sure," he said, his voice sincere.

"Okay. When would you like to do it?"

"How about...tomorrow night, after the party?"

I gave him another kiss on the scalp. "That sounds perfect, sweetie." I began spreading the soap along his chest and his stomach. "Absolutely perfect..."

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Aug 12, 2018 in romance

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