Placing something beneath her head, I said, “I’ll be right back.”
Frankie curled into the pillow without saying anything further.
I went straight to the bathroom and shut the door before unzipping my pants. My boxers were wet from the precum that had seeped out of my cock. My dick was excruciatingly hard as I jerked it fast in a desperate attempt for relief. This was a hell of a lot safer than giving in to a drunk Frankie. Replaying her words, I pretended I was fucking her and not my hand.
“I wish that you could fuck me so hard that I’d feel you for days afterward.”
After less than a minute, I banged my head against the back of the door as I came hard into my other hand. My palm was barely able to contain the load. Panting, I stayed at the door and closed my eyes, vowing never to drink like this again.
But coming didn’t do shit to take away the longing. I knew it was still going to be a long night and no matter what happened at this point—an awkward morning.
After I cleaned up and returned to the living room, Frankie was passed out on the couch. I decided to carry her to bed. I was hoping she wouldn’t wake up, but when I lifted her off the couch, she looked up at me in a haze.
“I don’t feel so good.”
“You gonna throw up?”
“I think I might.”
Just as we’d made it past the threshold of the bathroom, she gagged and warm projectile vomit spewed everywhere.
I looked down at us. “Shit!”
It was all over her hair, my chest, her shirt. She was way too drunk to clean herself up. Covered in puke, I froze, not knowing how to handle it.
Placing her carefully down on her feet, I said the last thing I expected to actually be suggesting tonight. “We need to get you out of these clothes.”
She simply nodded.
Running the shower to let the water warm, I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. I’d turned back around to find that she’d fully removed her pants and underwear, but still had her shirt on.
This was not good.
Frankie stepped into the tub and lost her balance. I ended up getting in with her to hold her up.
I tried like hell not to stare down at her pussy; I really did. Allowing myself one quick glance, I discovered that it was completely shaved.
Fuck. Me. This seemed like cruel and unusual punishment.
As the water poured down over us, I said, “I have to take your shirt off, okay?”
She closed her eyes and nodded.
This was not the time for me to be sobering up, but I was. After slipping the soaked shirt up in an attempt to get it over her head, I pretended not to notice the way her breasts bounced when they sprung free from the fabric. I tried not to look down, but I just couldn’t help it. She had the most amazing tits. They weren’t huge, but not small—way more than a handful each, like beautiful teardrops. Light pink areolas the size of half-dollars were perfectly centered on her creamy skin. Her nipples were extremely erect, as was my cock, which was bursting through my soaking wet jeans. I was still fully clothed under the water while she stood there buck-naked.
Turning her around so I wasn’t tempted to ogle her bare mound, I poured some soap onto a loofah and handed it to her.
“Wash yourself, Frankie.”
She took it from me and did a half-assed job rubbing it over her body.
I’d almost completely forgotten about the tattoo until it was staring me in the face through the clear bandage.
Fuck. Her ass.
Her ass was almost as amazing as her tits and pussy. It was so round, yet tight and blemish-free. I was seriously going to drop dead from blue balls on the shower floor.
Lathering some shampoo, I washed the vomit out of her hair, noticing how freaking long it was compared to when we’d first met. It was the most beautiful shade of ginger, shiny and straight like silk. I might have washed it a little longer than necessary.
She was clean, but I was still a mess. Frankie’s back was still toward me when I slipped my wet Polo shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor of the tub. I rubbed the loofah along my chest and neck and gave my hair a quick washing.
Frankie suddenly turned around and fell toward me, pressed her body against mine. That caused me to nearly fall back against the tile wall. With her tits plastered against my chest, she closed her eyes as I held her. I was pretty sure she was falling asleep on me.
The water continued to rain down on us. I stood there, holding her, unable to believe what was happening to me tonight. But being under that water with her, in that most intimate place—Frankie completely bare against me—made me realize more clearly than ever, that there was just no way to deny it.
She was the one.
Our time together seemed to flash before my eyes, all of our many conversations, ranging from our deepest thoughts and hang-ups to the strange and funny.