Dorsai - Full Circle

I think both of us finished our climaxes about the same time; as Evelyn was lowering her pelvis, I was letting my arms relax so I could rest on my elbows. That brought the hard points of her nipples into contact with my chest, which produced a happy noise in her and a twitching in my mostly-erect penis for me. Otherwise, the two of us just softly panted into each other's ear as we recovered from our pleasures.

We stayed like that long enough that I finally shrank enough to pull free of the grip of her womanhood. When it happened, she softly giggled in my ear. I asked her what was so funny, and she told me "When you went out of me like that, all of a sudden I felt a draft in a place I sometimes thought I'd never get to use."

I turned my head a bit and softly nibbled her ear – causing her body to shudder in response – before I told her "Well, you have used it, now. And you seemed pretty pleased about it, too!", teasing her.

She turned her head and kissed me before answering "WE used it, Dan – and I am pleased. Way more than I thought I could be!"

We stayed like that for a little longer before she told me "It feels so nice, having you over me like this; its like you're a living blanket for me – but I can feel myself starting to, um, leak, and I don't want to make a mess on the bed."

After I kissed her shoulder, I told her "Stay there, then – I'll be back in just a minute." Then, before she could say anything, I moved off of her and headed for the bathroom. I was back quickly with a warm, damp washcloth and a couple of towels. She smiled at me and reached for the washcloth; I just shook my head and started gently cleaning her pelvis. When I was done, I dried her off with one towel, then carefully folded the other before telling her "If you want to sit up, I can put this under you. Then when I sit down next to you, I can hold you without you having to worry about anything." She happily nodded her understanding, and did as I said – it took just a moment before she settled down on it.

With her taken care of, I went on to clean myself up, too – unembarrassed by the fact that she was watching me. When I was done, I set the towel aside with the washcloth on top of it before taking a seat next to her. I put my arm around her, and she snuggled into my side with a contented sigh. After a bit, she reached up and started toying with the hairs on my chest before telling me "Thank you, Dan."

Surprised, I asked "Whatever for?"

"For showing me that I was right to trust you. For loving me as much as you do. For letting me know that there wasn't anything to be embarrassed about after we made love by cleaning me up, and then letting me watch you clean yourself. For making love to me. For helping me learn that I can enjoy making love, even after what happened to me. For understanding how that hurt me, without pitying me, too. Most of all, for just being who you are, I think."

I kissed the top of her head, and she looked up at me as I told her "Evelyn, if I've done all that for you – and since you say that I did, I'll accept that – then it has only been because of who YOU are. You're smart, you're brave, you're loving, and everything else that somebody could want in another person. If I did those things for you, then it's only because you deserved it just for being you."

I could see her eyes getting wet, but from the expression on her face, I was pretty sure they were tears of happiness. I knew I was right when she reached around me to give me a hug before settling into my side again.

As we sat there, we talked. Well, actually, it was Evelyn that talked, mostly. My contribution was to ask questions and comment every now and then, while she told me about all the things that were going on in her life, and what she wanted to do. It turned out that she truly enjoyed art – particularly painting; but her parents wanted her to go to college. She didn't want to disappoint them after all they'd done for her, but she loved painting too much to be willing to do it only as a hobby. I pointed out to her that there was such a thing as a commercial artist – as well as a number of other occupations that would let her paint for a living. Granted, she wouldn't have the freedom to paint what she wanted, but it would give her the chance to earn a living while doing something she liked. She considered that for a while, and finally said that she thought she could do that – that in art classes, she frequently had to paint whatever the teacher specified as a subject, anyway. Then I explained that if she was a commercial artist, she might accidentally get inspiration to paint things that she might not have thought about otherwise, and that working commercially would help her develop and refine a variety of different techniques. She looked up at me with a grin and asked if I'd tell her dad about what I'd just said – he didn't think that she would be able to support herself just through painting. I said that I would, and added that I would not be telling him how and where we had gotten onto the subject – causing her to have a fit of giggles at what she expected her dad's reaction would be if he knew.

I was starting to feel a bit sleepy when I suggested to her that we could take a shower – together or separately, her choice – and go to bed. She considered it for a moment, then looked up at me with a smile on her face and asked "We can shower together?"

"If you want", I answered – and immediately having her tell me "I do!"

When we got up, she wrinkled her nose at the wet spot on the towel she'd been sitting on, but didn't say or do anything else – other than pick it up, along with the others, and carry them with us as we went into the bathroom with an arm around each other. In the shower, she was delighted by how meticulous I was about washing her body, and then had fun taking thorough care in making sure my penis and scrotum were clean. Once we were clean – and even longer, actually – we got out and dried off. She said she was thirsty, so she left to go to the kitchen and get each of us something to drink. While she was gone, I turned the covers down on the bed and got in to wait for her. She was back in just a couple of minutes, telling me that everyone else appeared to have gone to bed, too. She'd brought a couple of the small bottles of water that Kelly and I kept in the fridge for when we just wanted a quick refresher; Evelyn handed me one and climbed into be to sit on my lap as we sipped at our drinks.

Both of us were nearly finished when she told me "Dan, I really am sorry about the way all of us were using you and Kelly when we first started coming over here."

"Don't worry about it, Evelyn. The important thing is that you kept coming over, and listening to us. Is that anything that you'll ever do again?"

"No, of course not!"

"Then that's all I, or Kelly, or any of the others could ask for – that you learned from the mistake. Okay?"

Satisfied, she nodded and let me take the empty bottle from her hand and set it next to mine on the night stand. As I did, I felt her move off my lap, then lie next to me. I moved to lie on my side next to her, and she rolled over onto her side – then backed up so that the two of us were spooning. I put my arm around her, and she promptly moved my hand, holding it on her breast with her own. After I told Mabel (my home automation system) to turn the lights out, I heard Evelyn's voice in the darkness tell me "I love you, Dan."

I gave her a brief hug and answered "And I love you, too, dear."

I heard her breathing slow and become steady before I drifted off to sleep myself.

The next morning, I woke up on my back – and to the sight of Evelyn's body lying half on mine, her head resting on my chest as she just looked at me.

I raised an eyebrow in question, and she just smiled before saying "After how nice you made me feel last night, I just wanted to lay here and look at you."