“How about that sponge bath before you settle in for the night?” She asked to bring in the things she would need with her in doing so.
“Sounds great. But before we do that, I need to use the restroom, but I’m still feeling a bit shaky here. Mind giving me a hand into the bathroom?” I asked. Carla came over to the bed, slipping her arm around me, one hand in hers as together we slowly walked across the room heading towards the restroom. I looked at her, once again flicking my Bic so to speak, though knowing now I would begin calling it something else.
More like “sparking” as I imagined it, saw it…and almost always then saw that same little flicker of light in a person’s eyes once I’d established that connection with them. Which was the case now in fact as Carla looked back at me.
She hadn’t told me everything. There was more. A lot more. As I probed her thoughts, looking for a link, something to point me in the right direction here as to what she would…or wouldn’t do. I discovered something. I found something curiously remarkable, a bit frightening even, yet totally amazing and remarkable. I saw the little light, and it was as though I could walk towards it, if that makes any sense…somehow following it.
It seemed to elongate, turning into a pathway. I continued to follow it, though more thought than substance. Like a neuropath way, guiding me on. It abruptly ended, though when it did, it was like seeing a door opened, opening thoughts still held, locked away, secreted away perhaps, yet still there. It felt as though I had gone in through a back way for lack of a better way to describe it. Consciously, I was communicating with Carla about using the restroom, needing her help. On a subconscious level, I was accessing her thoughts, hidden away thoughts, that she herself wasn’t even thinking about. It was the strangest, weirdest sensation.
I was…where she wasn’t. And almost instantaneously, I learned everything there was to know about Carla and the guy she had told me about. It was as though she had this tiny little section of memory, reserved away just for him. Like a single small book on a shelf, filled with volume after volume of additional memories.
Maybe it was me. Maybe this was how I had to see it in order to understand it. But as I pictured that, it’s how I saw it. A full and complete library. Some books were dusty as though they hadn’t been accessed for god knows how long. Others were newer, clean looking, though most had no titles to them, or if they did there still wasn’t much I fully understood, just bits and pieces of things. Abstract things, having no clear meaning to me, though perhaps they did for her. This one however, was indeed marked clear as day. “Broken arms guy,”
I even chuckled outwardly. Carla didn’t even remember his name, only filing her memories and thoughts of him this way. “Broken arms guy, with a really big dick” as I finally made out the full elongated title she had filed him away by.
Oh yeah. She’d done more with him. A lot more.
Once inside the bathroom, I turned towards her, throwing out the immediate thought. “We’re safe in here…know one will ever know,” I told her silently. “You’d like to fuck me wouldn’t you Carla? Don’t be afraid, admit it if you’d like to do that, tell me…show me that’s what you’re thinking about if you would.”
I lifted my hand towards her breast, caressing her, pressing her back against the door. She lowered her hand down between my legs, easily parting the flimsy hospital gown I had on. Obviously nothing underneath it.
“I want to fuck you,” she told me.
“I know,” I thought back without saying it, though she seemed to hear it anyway, accepting it, grinning from ear to ear. She now reached up, undoing her uniform top, her breasts coming into view as she likewise undid the front clasp for this particular bra she was wearing.
I’d been correct in my assumption earlier. She had amazingly thick hard nipples, each one standing proud and erect now as I gathered them both between my fingers, gently massaging and rolling them around. She now hiked up her uniform skirt.
“Hurry, take off my panties,” she told me urgently. “Take them off! Fuck me! Fuck me hard…fast, and deep!”
These were her words, not mine. I had only opened the book, causing her to remember, to feel the excitement, the passion again. Using it, interjecting myself, creating a new book, which now had my name on it. We began writing in it together.
I pulled her panties down her legs. She kicked them off to one side. Lifting her skirt again, I saw the tiny strip of dark fur just above her mons. I ran my hands down through it, down further, reaching the silkiness of her now very wet pussy. Lightly dragging a finger back up her furrow, now teasing her clit. Carla moaned, sinking her hands into my shoulders, though turning, bending forward, leaning against the door.
“Fuck me Brian, please…fuck me, fuck me hard deep and fast!” she stated once again, even more urgently this time.
I was only too happy to comply with her request.
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