Billy was awake when I arose from the depths of blissful sleep. My head was on the right side of his chest, my long hair covering his shoulder. His arm was around me, and he was gently stroking my arm with his fingers. My back was lightly pressing against the bedrail. I could feel its cool, metallic touch through my tank top.
I looked up at my love, a hazy grin on my face. "Good morning," I said.
"Good morning," Billy said back. He also had a sleepy smile on his face.
I moved up so I could rest my head on his pillow and give him a kiss on the cheek. "How did you sleep, sweetie?" I asked.
"Pretty well," he said, his cheeks becoming rosy from the kiss. "I... I woke up in the middle of the night, but I got back to sleep. How 'bout you?"
"Oh,
amazingly,
" I said. I lifted my head up so that my face was above Billy's. My hair dangled from my head like a beautiful veil.
"That's, uh... That's good," Billy said, obviously enchanted by the gorgeous view in front of him.
I ran my right hand through his scalp. I immediately felt his hair stiffen as tingles took over his head.
I gave him a sympathetic look as I said, "I'm sorry that you woke up. You should have told me so that I could've helped you fall back asleep."
"I... I didn't want to wake you up," he said.
"Aw, sweetie, don't worry about me," I told him as my fingers brushed the hair by his ear. "After all, you deserve to feel nice as much as possible."
Our foreheads touched, igniting a little flame of passion within me. I got the extreme urge to take his delicious dick into my mouth once more, but I resisted it. It would've been dangerous if I decided to pleasure him during daylight hours. Our eyes met, and I could see the fires of love also burning in his irises.
Without much of a warning, I pressed my lips into his. The sweet sounds of lips smacking filled the hospital room. I cupped my hands around the back of his head, holding him still for me to kiss him. Morning breath was not going to stop me. I slid my tongue into his mouth and traced the tip around the edges of his front teeth. I moaned into his mouth, gleeful that I was having this moment with my baby.
Taking my hands off his head, I coiled my arms around his neck and pressed my large breasts into his pectorals. I let out another moan, but this one was more yearning, desiring. Our tongues made contact and began teasing each other. I devilishly slithered my tongue away from his and tickled the roof of his mouth with the tip. We both smiled and let out girlish giggles.
As our lips separated, we once again gazed into each other's eyes. Billy's eyes were so full of love, warmth, compassion... As I unwrapped my arms from his neck and touched his cheeks with my fingertips, I looked upon him with lustful eyes.
It was at that moment that I could feel both of us in love. It was as if the world around us didn't exist. It was just me and Billy, two young people feeling true love.
There was a knock on the door, launching both of us out of our perfect moment.
"Fuck!" I whispered as I scrambled to get off of him. I managed to crawl onto the couch next to the bed.
There was another knock, then a nurse walked in. She was pretty—her blond hair was tied back, and she was wearing dark pink scrubs. She saw me and smiled, then directed her attention to Billy.
"All right, bud, I got you meds," she told him. "Give me your name and date of birth."
"Billy Andrews," he said, "September 22nd, 1990."
With that, the nurse opened a tiny packet with a small, white pill inside. Billy grabbed his water bottle as she gave him the pill and drank it down.
"So how does your leg feel?" she asked. "How would you rate your pain, on a scale of one to ten?"
Billy looked at his casted leg and thought for a moment. "Maybe...three?"
"Okay," she said. "Feeling alright with everything else?"
Billy smiled at her and nodded. "Yep."
"Alrighty, then. The doctor will see you around 2 this afternoon. If you need anything, just call."
"Okay," Billy said politely. "Thank you."
As she walked out, I checked the time on my phone. It was a few minutes till 8 A.M.
"Billy," I said, "I'm gonna head home so I can shower and change. Is...that okay?"
"Sure," he said, not sounding too displeased.
"I can wait until your sisters or Harry get here," I told him. "It's just...I'd hate leaving you by yourself."
"It's fine, Ali," he said. I could tell by the strain in his voice that he was trying to be cheerful.
"Well... Okay..." I put my flannel shirt and my boots back on and grabbed my bag. "I'll be back as soon as possible. Hopefully no more than a couple of hours."
He only nodded, his eyes returning to his leg. He didn't want me to go.
I picked up his Green Lantern omnibus and put it on his lap. Bending over, I kissed his cheek, then his forehead, then his nose as a playful finish.
"I... I love you, Ali," Billy said, looking at me nervously. Those were words I knew were hard for Billy to say.
My heart melted nonetheless. I stroked the side of his neck with my thumb as our lips came together for one last kiss. . . . Well, at least for the moment.
"I love you too," I said. "Forever and always. I'll be back soon."
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I was halfway home when I began regretting my decision to leave Billy. He needed somebody to be there with him. I hoped that either his sisters or Harry—or even all three of them—had gotten there shortly after I left. Whenever the traffic allowed me, I drove as fast as I could.
I kept thinking about that moment, when the two of us were kissing. The heat—the
passion—
was still there, sitting inside my gut. It made me feel so...giddy. It felt like I was on my way to open Christmas presents. That moment with just the two of us... It was something I wanted to happen again...and again and again and again. It was a moment I wanted to share with him every minute of every hour of every day. Hopefully every night as well, but with even more sensuality.
Love was one of those things that was introduced to Billy later in his life than for most people. Instead, he knew abandonment. The person who was supposed to love him most—his own mother—never loved him at all. It was so odd to me, that Billy had suffered through so much, and yet turned out to be so kind and compassionate. It was a sign of true strength.
I hauled ass once I got home. Before getting in the shower, I chose some actually decent clothes to wear that wouldn't make me look like some college girl skank. I didn't realize how cold was until I got in the shower and let the warm water run over my body. I yearned for Billy to be in there with me. Only a couple days ago, I was worried we'd never get to see each other naked. But I found hope. Something told me that once this was over—once Billy's leg was healed, our relationship would skyrocket. For the first time in a long time, I would finally have a serious relationship with somebody.
As my soapy hands slid over my breasts, I once again felt the thrill of getting to be Billy's first. There was something else, too... Being there with him, my arms wrapped over him, my lips whispering sweet sounds into his ear... That turned me on just as much. But...why? Why was I getting these types of feelings from such simple things?
Goddammit,
I scolded myself. With my fingers already lubed up from the soap and water, I slid my middle and ring fingers in between the walls of my pussy. I let out a long, breathy sigh as I began to self-pleasure.
Whenever I masturbated, I would usually think about a sexy actor or singer or male model. But, somehow, my mind immediately built an image of Billy, standing there in his cute nakedness. . . . Or naked cuteness. Whichever.
I went at a slow pace. I wanted to revel in these feelings, not speed through them and be done with it. I moaned as I let the fantasy auto-play.
I imagined Billy lying on top of me, his head under my chin. I had one arm around the midsection of his back, and with the other, I was running my hands through his hair. I moaned as the fantasy maxed in its clarity. I especially focused on the way I was stroking his hair, as well as his slow deep breathing.
"Oh God..." I whimpered, my fingers pumping faster in my pussy.
We were both naked, laying on a large bed with smooth, silky sheets in a dim, candlelit room. My legs were wrapped around his, as he slowly, deliberately fucked my cunt. I half-yelled as I imagined Billy lying in deep bliss.
I was whispering to him, guiding him to orgasm through his ASMR. I imagined the goosebumps all over his body, never stopping as I drowned him in ecstasy.
I felt myself nearing the edge. I was a bit surprised by how little time it took for me to get there. I remained fucking myself with my fingers.
"Cum, Billy," I whispered, both in my fantasy and real life. "Cum in me, baby... Fill me up... You can do it..."
I was nearing climax. The closer I got to it, the hotter the fantasy became.
With one final push, Billy filled my pussy with his warm, milky semen. I gasped as I reached orgasm, and the fantasy began to fade away. I had to lean against the wall as the waves of pleasure surged through my body. Each wave was like a reminder... A reminder that I needed that fantasy to come true.
I began thinking about a boyfriend I had in the past. He always had to be the tough guy—always had to be the man. I never got to cuddle him, but he always got to cuddle me. I always had to cook dinner, even if we were at his house. But I always like cooking better than going out to eat, because whichever restaurant were at, he would always stare and ogle at other girls.
He always slipped away from me whenever I tried to massage his shoulders, rub his back, or stroke his hair, and then he tried to do the same to me, and I let him, but I hated it. His touch was so brutish and rough. He was so focused on making me feel good, yet he didn't know how to make me feel good.
He didn't realize that when I make a man feel good, it makes me feel good, too.
I clenched my fists as the answer dawned on me. Now I knew why I got a thrill whenever I did all those things to Billy.
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I was in the shower much longer than I planned, so I really had to hurry. It was already past two hours. I was supposed to back at the hospital, and I was still at my house. After getting dressed, I ate a quick breakfast and brushed my teeth. After spending a couple of minutes rummaging through my house looking for my laptop, I finally remembered that I had left it in Billy's hospital room. I grabbed my charger and drove there as fast as I could.
Billy was still by himself when I got there. I was forty-five minutes late. And yet, when he saw me come in, he didn't look mad or scared. He looked at me with that signature adorable smile of his. His Green Lantern omnibus was open and on his lap.
"Hi, Ali," he said.
"Sweetie, I'm so sorry I'm late," I said as I put my stuff on the couch.
"That's okay," he said. "Traffic's really bad this time of day. Everyone going to work and all."
A sense of relief washed over me as I took my coat off. "Did anyone stop by while I was gone?" I asked.
"A couple of people from the station came by," he told me. "Harry's back at work, I guess. Courtney and Jessie will be here to have lunch."
"Did you eat anything?" I asked, still concerned about his appetite.
"Yeah, they gave me some oatmeal," he said. "I couldn't get through all of it, but I got most of it down."
"The food here is
amazing,
" I said as I climbed onto the bed, laptop in hand, laying at his right side, just like the night before.
"Yeah, it is pretty good," he said, scooting a little to the left so I could have a little more space. I wanted to get under the covers with him, but I figured getting into bed with him was probably far enough.
