When Kelly came over, and saw what condition Robyn was in, grinned and asked 'What happened? Did you kill her with kindness?'
'No, I don't think so – but she might not agree with Me.', I answered, with a grin of my own.
Kelly set the drinks on the nightstand, and paused long enough to kiss Robyn on the forehead and look into her eyes to tell her 'You'll be okay – really.' before leaving us, and closing the door behind her.
With something to refresh her handy, I lifted Robyn up, so that I could hold her in my arms as I leaned back against the headboard. I softly caressed her, not in a sexual manner but more to help revive her, for the next few minutes. Every so often, she would give a little shudder; but they eventually passed; as they came less and less frequently, she was able to start making small movements of her own, until, finally, she was able to turn her head a bit, and look at me with absolute wonder in her eyes.
When she did, I reached over to the nightstand, and picked up one of the bottles of carbonated water – one that Kelly had thoughtfully opened for us. I raised it to Robyn's lips, and she readily took a small sip of it, and after a pause, another. The expression on her face was as though she were tasting it for the first time, and finding it to be the most delectable thing she'd ever sampled.
A few more sips, and she felt able to bring her hands up, holding my hand as I held the bottle in front of her. Weakly, she was able to let me know when she wanted another drink, and when she was done.
A few more drinks followed, with each of them, she was able to exert a little more energy, until she was able to take the bottle from me, and drink from it without my help. Until she'd emptied the bottle – not surprising to me, considering how much of her fluids she'd lost – she didn't make any effort to speak.
As she let her hands drop from her last swallow, I asked her 'You want me to put that away?'
She nodded, and I then asked 'Another?'
She thought a moment, and nodded again.
I set it aside, and retrieved another open bottle for her, which she accepted, but didn't drink from.
A few moments later, she opened her mouth and tried to speak, but all that came out was a small croaking noise. I hugged her, and said 'It's okay, Robyn. Take your time, and get your breath back. I'll still be here when you're ready.'
She gave me a mildly reproachful look, and took another drink of her water.
Another couple of swallows, and she was ready to try again.
Hoarsely, she managed to whisper 'What the hell did you do to me?!'
Surprised, I looked at her and answered 'I thought I was helping you have another orgasm; I didn't know it would be lethal!', with a smile.
She gave me a dirty look, and said 'No, it wasn't lethal, but I kinda wish it had been – I'd feel better!', in a slightly stronger voice. A moment later, she spoke again, asking me 'What the hell happened? I was having this incredible orgasm, and then things kind of blanked out; the next thing I remember is finding myself sitting up with you holding me. I kinda think somebody was in here with us, I'm not sure, and don't know who.'
'Uh, I think you sort of passed out, kind of. I asked Kelly to bring us in some drinks because I didn't want to leave you alone long enough to get them myself.', I answered.
She started to look upset, but then it passed as she said'Yeah, I suppose that's okay – I guess I really was out of it. It really was nice of you not to want to leave me – even though YOU'RE the one that got me that way!'
'Robyn, I really am sorry about that. I honestly didn't know that you would react that way.'
'No, don't misunderstand me – I'm not upset about what happened; God!
That was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced! I've ridden some really big roller coasters and some really scary rides – but
'How was I supposed to know?', I asked, reasonably. 'I mean, yes, I know I was teasing you, and yes, I know that I was making it that much more intense for you – but how was I supposed to know you would react THAT way, that much?'
A few moments went by before she answered me, slightly mollified 'Yeah, I guess that's right – you really couldn't. Hell,*I* didn't know anything could hit me that hard! And it was good. Even better than good – it was great. Uh, just don't do it again too soon, okay?'
'You better believe it!', I answered, getting a small laugh from her.
She sat up, then, and put her now-empty water bottle aside before taking another, and opening it. I accepted it when she offered it to me, and she quickly got another for herself.
'I don't think I've ever been this thirsty!', she muttered.
'Uh, if you'll have a look down, I think you'll be able to see why', I offered.
She did, and found that she was still glistening with her own juices – her pubic hair was slightly matted, and she was wet from her crotch to halfway to her knees.
Looking back up at me with surprise on her face, she said 'Damn! I know I get pretty wet inside, sometimes, when I'm excited, but I've never been like that.'
'Well, now you know why you're so thirsty – all that has to come from
'Yeah – a 'someplace' you know how to take care of pretty good, from the looks of it.', she grinned in reply, going along with it.
Blushing slightly, she turned to me and said 'I, uh, gotta use the, uh, restroom.'
'You know where it is, I think. Don't worry, we all do it.'
She blushed again, then smiled at me, before getting up and heading for the bathroom. A couple minutes later, she was back – after apparently taking the time to wipe herself off a bit along the way.
After she got back onto the bed, she moved on over to me, and quickly threw her leg over me, so that she was sitting on my lap.
She started to speak, saying 'I was, uh, thinking in there' – 'A good place for it.', I interjected, and getting a grin – 'and I realized that you're being really nice to me about all of this. I mean, that last time, you were just trying to give me the best orgasm you could, and you couldn't possibly know that I'd kinda pass out like that from just HOW good it was. I was kinda, you know, upset a little at first about it, but then I realized in there what really happened, and that how I reacted to it wasn't YOUR fault. I'm sorry if I said anything to, uh, hurt you, or make you feel bad.'
'It's okay, Robyn – I know it must have been a scary experience, and you were just letting off some of the emotional charge from it. I *am* sorry, and won't do it again – at least, until you tell me to!. I'm not hurt or upset by anything you've said or done; only for doing something that shook you up that bad.'
She looked into my eyes, and saw the honesty of, and sincerity I felt about, what I'd just told her. Surprised, she said 'You really are – not upset, I mean, and sorry about shaking me up.'
'Of course', I responded, surprised.
She looked at me intently, and said 'A lot of people – hell, most people! – wouldn't be. They'd say it, and maybe mean it, a little – but not like you. It's like you're a hundred percent honest and sincere about what you say.'
'I am – or try to be.'
'See? That's what I mean – you said that like it was stone cold fact, without hesitating or trying to make it sound like anything it wasn't.
How the hell can you do you do that?'
'I don't know. I guess the thing is, I can't be anyone else – I can only be me. I don't like it when other people try to bullshit me, so I don't try to bullshit them. I figure if I want the best from other people, I have to give them MY best. That includes honesty – not just with them, but myself; and integrity, so that it's not just a sometimes thing; and even courage, because it isn't always easy or convenient to be honest or keep my integrity.'
'But how can you do that when so many people are such shitheads?'
'You just said it yourself, but from the other direction – so many of them are; but that means that many of them aren't. The ones that just want to slide by, doing as little as they have to, or hosing over other people to get what they want, don't interest me, except to want to make them go away. The rest, the ones that do want to do what's right and fair and honest, the ones that do want to make themselves better, but don't know how, those are the ones that I care about, and want to deal with.'
'Why are you so willing to do so much to help them? I mean, us – because I think I must be one, too, because
