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One Night – Pt. 2
The hot water soothingly caressed
their bodies with tender warmth as they immersed their bodies in the tub. Dot
laid her body back into Bob’s and she linked her hands with his where they
rested on her stomach.
“This feels nice,” Bob said,
closing his eyes and inhaling the steam. “Why did it take us so long to get
here?”
“I think that was my fault,” Dot
replied, her voice sounding distant.
Bob leaned his head forward and
kissed the base of her neck trailing around the side until he reached her ear.
Then he whispered, “If I had known you were such a vixen, I would have gotten
you in bed a long time ago.”
Dot giggled. “I had no idea I was
such a vixen,” she mused. “I must be more repressed than I thought.” She bit
her lower lip and smiled. “And I have all night to find out how much of a vixen
I really am.”
As few moments passed in silence.
There was no rush. Both sprites simply let their bodies and minds drift as the
relaxing heat of the water melted the tension and soreness of their muscles.
The silence was broken when Bob started chuckling to himself.
“What’s so funny?” asked Dot.
“Us,” he said. “We’ve been making
our way to this point now for, what, five hours? And now we’re finally here;
it’s just so surreal.”
“Surreal?”
“Maybe that’s not the word…um…” Bob
thought for a moment. “Actually, I’m not sure what the word is.”
“Nice?”
“That,” he said. “But more than
that. More like calm. Like there are no more barriers between us.”
“I feel it too. I like it,” she
said. “I haven’t felt this free in a long time.”
“That’s it!” Bob said. “Free. I
feel completely free.”
“I think there’s another word to
describe what we’re feeling. Afterglow.”
“You mean this is just because of
the sex, and tomorrow we’ll be right back where we started?”
Dot turned around sharply with a
look of worry over her face.
“User I hope not!” she said. “At
least, I hope what’s not what you think.”
“It’s not,” Bob said. “I just hope
that’s not what you think.”
“No, no, it’s not,” she said. “I
guess I was just being cynical.” She sighed. “I didn’t used to be that way. I’m
sorry.”
“You really need to stop
apologizing for things that aren’t your fault, Dot,” Bob said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You always try to carry the weight
of the Net on your back. If something goes wrong, you automatically blame
yourself.”
“The blame has to go somewhere,”
Dot replied sorrowfully.
“Not always on you,” he said.
“Listen to me, Dot.” She turned her head enough to look at him out of her left
eye. “You’re an amazing woman. You can think strategy and tactics better than
any other sprite I know. In some ways you’re the strongest woman I think I’ve
ever met. But you spread yourself too thin sometimes. You’re constantly
overworked. You need to take a break every now and then.
“You really think I’m strong, don’t
you?” she asked.
“I do,” he said with conviction.
Her hands tightened their grip on
his. “I’m not, Bob. Really, I’m not as strong as you might think. I…” she
sighed, and tried to summon her strength. “After Enzo
went missing in the Games I thought he was nullified. I thought I lost
everything. I had to…erase a lot of people during the war.” Her voice was
quivering now. “I had to do a lot of things I didn’t like. After the restart I
thought things could go back to normal, but we had Daemon right around the
corner. It was like we just jumped right out of the frying pan and into the
fire. When the Guardian armada invaded the system, I didn’t give a second
thought about ordering them to be deleted.”
Bob heard her start to sob. He
wanted to sooth her guilt but instead choose to let her continue.
“That’s the kind of person I’ve
turned into. A dispassionate murderer. I couldn’t even
make up my mind about who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And we
both know how that turned out.”
Bob leaned forward, tightening his hold around her waist. He whispered in her
ear,
“You’re not a murderer.” He felt
her relax a bit. “I know it was tough then. We’ve all done things we’re not
proud of, but we did them because it had to be done. It had to be, or everything
we treasured would have been destroyed. Matrix has had it just as bad as the
rest of us, maybe even more so. But you raised him to keep on fighting even if
the odds are against you. We all did that to survive.”
“Is that a real excuse for killing
hundreds?” she asked.
“There’s a quote I learned when I
was at the Academy. I can’t remember who said it, but I never forgot the words.
‘In war there is no justice, no compromise, no
gratification. There is only the survival of the fittest and the hope of a better
day.’ I think we all lost hope somewhere back there, but I know we can get it
back. We just have to forgive ourselves and move on.”
His hand cupped her cheek and
turned it back around to where he could kiss her rosy-red lips. Dot felt her
emotions of guilt and anger replaced with tenderness and warmth. Bob was the
only man she knew who could soothe her tumultuous emotions so easily. It would
be impossible for her not to have a relationship with him after tonight. Maybe
he was right. Maybe it was time to forgive herself and
move on.
When they parted, Dot leaned back
into him and relaxed.
“And what about you?” she asked.
“What about me?”
“You’re not without quirks and
setbacks yourself, Mr. Guardian.”
“Ok,” Bob said. “Since we’re on the
subject, what are some of my highs and lows?”
Dot was instant in her reply. “For
one you’re impulsive. You rush into situations without a plan or anything. But
you’re always calm. You don’t let overwhelming odds distract you or influence
you. If you see someone hurting you’ll do anything to help them, even at risk
to yourself. You’re carefree, fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants. You’re smarter
than you pretend to be, and you’re cute when you’re dorky. You’re brave, loyal,
compassionate, and a lot of other good things I won’t mention because I think
I’ve made my case.” She smiled and kissed his neck in a few places as he let
her words sink in.
“Do you think that’s why were good
for each other?” he asked.
“What’s that?”
“We’re each two halves of a whole
person.”
Dot thought for a nano then looked back to him. “Makes sense doesn’t it?”
“I think it does,” he said.
“You’re really sweet.”
“Thanks…You know,
we should probably get out of here before we start to prune.”
“Probably,” she giggled.
As she reached for the soap, she
could feel Bob’s organ react to her movements. Grasping the soap, she dipped it
in the water and began to lather her hands with lavender scented suds. She
began to rub the slippery bar over her chest, making sure to rub as much as she
could over her breasts, making them slippery and well lubricated. After she was
satisfied, she dropped the soap into the water and grabbed Bob’s hands, slowly
bringing them up her torso until they rested on her full tits.
“Mmmm, so
nice,” she moaned. Bob needed no more encouraging. He rubbed his hands all over
her tits, rubbing the slick soap all over her soft skin. Dot enjoyed the
feeling of his hands rubbing her, massaging her in such an erotic manner.
Bob’s hands massaged both her
breasts expertly, using the soap she had already applied to the greatest
advantage. His thumbs paid special attention to her nipples, which were already
as hard as pebbles. This elicited a series of helpless utterances from Dot as
she allowed her body to be roamed over. The stirrings of arousal were fast in their
resurgence, and soon Bob was fingering Dot’s pussy with skilled fingers.
Dot became lightheaded from the
attention her vagina was getting. Bob stimulated her womanhood with
knowledgeable ease, his fingertips rubbing against all the sensitive spots in
her tunnel. His thumb massaged her clitoris while his fingers rubbed the
swelled nub just within the entrance of her tunnel. Her entire upper body went
rigid with the sensation of an intense orgasm.
She moaned Bob’s name in a deep
throaty voice that told him of the depth of her pleasure. He withdrew his
fingers and kissed her passionately on the lips once more. The painful erection
he garnered did not go unnoticed by Dot. She stood up in the bathtub bringing
Bob up with her. At first Bob didn’t know what she was doing, but then she
turned her back to him and bent over, bracing her hands against the wall of the
tub.
“I want you to go as fast and as
hard as you want,” she said.
Bob just stood there, struck dumb by her words. A millisecond ago they were talking
casually in the living room, with the thought of sex being the last thing on
his mind. Now the woman of his dreams was asking him to fuck her as hard and
fast as he could. He wasn’t sure if he should slap himself to make sure he
wasn’t dreaming or to just comply and make her scream his name again.
“Well, are you just going to stand
there, or are you going to fuck me?” she asked.
Bob made up his mind quickly. His
hands on her hips, he stepped up and slowly sheathed himself in her hot, wet
tunnel. He found that he was able to achieve deeper penetration in this
position and began to establish a fast-paced rhythm which soon had them both
moaning in pleasure. He began to quicken his thrusts and rammed his hard
missile deeper into her yearning vagina. He felt his climax coming; it was an
uncontrollable wave of ecstasy. Faster and faster he thrust, the sound of
colliding skin echoing throughout the room.
Dot was in heaven. She could feel
another intense orgasm on its way. Her cries of helpless passion became a
constant moan as she edged closer and closer to completion. Just when Bob felt
he was about to explode, Dot’s muscles clenched around him, sending an
indescribable surge of bliss through his throbbing prick.
With one last thrust, he released
himself into her, Dot joining him in climax. It was by far the most intense
release of the evening. Bob’s own carnal moan was deep and strong, a tribute to
Dot’s intense stimulation. When it subsided, he withdrew himself from her and
turned her around and kissed her deeply and hungrily. She was barely able to
stand, but Bob’s strength supported them both.
His kiss forced her to yield to
him. It was powerful, full of longing and unrestrained lust and passion. It
made her absolutely helpless in his arms. She let herself go and surrendered
herself to him just as he had surrendered himself to her earlier tonight.
There was still more to come.
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