Stacy’s throat went dry and her heart was racing. She didn’t immediately withdraw her hand; instead she squeezed Randy’s hand tight. “You don’t have to thank me. I should be thanking you, you saved my life.”
Randy shook her head. “Stop thanking me Stacy. I told you before, I would have never forgiven myself is something happened to you. I would do it again, without hesitation.”
Stacy paused a moment, holding Randy’s gaze before she turned back to the kitchen to get their dinner. They didn’t continue the conversation, much to Stacy’s relief, but instead watched TV.
A half hour later, dinner was demolished and Stacy was trying to figure out how they were going to accomplish the shower feat. “Okay, I think I have an idea. Do you think you could stand in there long enough to use one hand to wash yourself and one hand to hold on to the door?” Stacy asked.
“Probably, if I am careful; the physical therapist said I can put a little bit of weight on the leg now. If I’m careful and just use my foot to balance while I’m not holding on, I should be ok.” Randy nodded. “Let’s do this. I’m tired of feeling gross! I’m sure I look horrible.”
“You look far from horrible. You could still win a magazine cover, hands down.” Stacy said as she turned and headed down the hallway to the bathroom.
Randy watched her walk. This is going to be torture. How am I supposed to take a shower knowing that she can see every square inch of me right through the shower door? Body, you better not betray me!
Stacy grabbed some clean clothes for Randy out of her dresser. She opened the top drawer to grab underwear and was surprised to find that she wore only boxer briefs. A flash of Randy’s bare lower body went through her mind. She felt the flush creep up her neck. Why in the hell does the thought of Randy in boxer briefs make me blush? Jesus, how am I going to do this shower thing? She took a deep breath and headed back to the living room to get Randy up.
“Ready?” Stacy asked as she stopped in front of the recliner.
Randy had already lowered the foot rest in preparation to stand. She nodded and waited for Stacy to position herself.
Stacy squatted to about half her height, letting Randy loop her arms around her neck and then stood up slowly, taking one careful step backwards to bring Randy into a standing position. She avoided making eye contact with Randy, knowing that she was blushing again from intimate hold she had to have in order to get her up.
Randy hobbled down the hallway into the bathroom and leaned her butt carefully against the counter top. Well, here goes nothing. I don’t usually get nervous about a woman seeing me naked, but my hands are tingling. She reached up and pulled her shirt over her head, laying it on the counter so she didn’t trip over it on the way to the shower. Stacy was busy turning on the water in the shower, making sure it wasn’t too hot. When she turned back around, her heart sky rocketed into her throat and without her permission her eyes roamed down over Randy’s bare chest, slowly making their way back up to Randy’s eyes.
Randy held her gaze, afraid to move in case it would spook Stacy. She could see the desire in her eyes, but she wasn’t about to point that out to Stacy. She didn’t think Stacy was at the point of fully acknowledging it to herself yet, much less anyone else. She stood still and let Stacy set the pace. Much to her chagrin, she felt her nipples harden. Goddmamnit, you guys have a mind of your own! Great, now she’s going to think you’re taking advantage of the situation.
Stacy felt paralyzed and the only part of her body that was functioning, were her eyes. She couldn’t control them as her gaze lowered once again, noting Randy’s nipples had hardened and were now standing out like dark rose-colored erasers. Her gaze travelled lower over Randy’s rock hard abdominal muscles. She could see bruising extending up from her left hip above the waistline of the sweats she was wearing. Suddenly her body seemed to come to life but it was not responding to her mind’s commands. Her hand reached out and she gently caressed the bruised area above the waistline. “The colors have changed.” She said quietly, her fingers tracing the outline of the bruise.
Randy’s hand closed over hers, causing her to raise her eyes to look at Randy. “I’m human Stacy. You can’t touch me like that and not expect my body to react.” Her own heart rate had increased and she knew that her body was covered with goose bumps.
Kiss me, please. Stacy’s other hand trembled as she lifted it to Randy’s face. Her eyes were heavy lidded with desire. She leaned closer to Randy, extending the offer.
Randy brought her other hand up to circle Stacy’s wrist. “As much as I’m probably going to regret saying this because there is nothing I’d rather do right now than kiss you, I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
Stacy’s facial expression almost immediately closed off and she pulled back a bit. Randy did see a flash of hurt right before her eyes went void of any emotion whatsoever. Damnit, I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I’m trying to protect you can’t you see that?
“Hey,” Randy said softly, reaching for her. “You have to know how badly I want to kiss you. I don’t want you to ever feel like I took advantage of you though.”
Stacy’s eyes were a storm of emotions again and they had turned a dark blue color. “You’re not taking advantage of me; I want you to kiss me. Please?”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret your decision.” Randy questioned gently.
“I’m sure and I won’t regret it. You
