John Everson - NightWhere

Selena stood near the kitchen table, still holding her robe closed tightly.

“So…” Mark said, “…do you want something to eat? Or shower and clothes first? I’m dying to get out of these things.”

Selena smiled. “A shower would be good.”

He led her up the stairs to his bedroom and showed her Rae’s closet and drawers. “You’re a little taller than Rae, but you should be able to find a T-shirt and sweatpants or something,” he said. “I can go shower in the other bathroom at the same time. We should have enough hot water in the tank.”

He started to walk out of the bedroom, but then stopped at the look on her face. Her eyes had widened, and she’d taken a deep, halting breath as he’d moved towards the door. She was petrified.

“What’s the matter?” Mark asked.

Selena blinked twice, then opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing.

Mark stepped back towards her and put a hand on her shoulder. “What?”

“I…just…” she gulped. “It’s silly, but just don’t leave me alone right now, okay?”

“You want me to shower with you?” Mark asked.

She bent her head slightly, as if embarrassed, but her eyes looked up, pleading silently. “Please? Would you mind?”

Mark laughed. “How could I say no?”

She didn’t smile. “I just need you to stay close to me right now. Don’t leave me alone.”

“Okay,” Mark nodded. “Got it.”

He began unbuttoning the dingy shirt. “And I’m not going to be shy, seeing as you’ve already seen the merchandise earlier today.”

She did smile at that. “Yes,” she agreed. “In all sorts of compromising positions. You should be more careful of the company you keep.”

The image of Rae kneeling above him with blades ready on each finger to slice him flashed in Mark’s head, and it was his turn to be grim. “Yeah,” he said. “Who’d of thought it would work out like that?”

Selena let the black silk robe fall to the floor as Mark kicked the baggy, ripped pants away. She kicked the robe with one foot to land on his discarded clothes. “I don’t want to see that thing again,” she said quietly.

Mark only half heard her comment. His attention was on her body. He’d known since their first meeting that she was beautiful, but she was more than that.

She was breathtaking. Her skin was white as snow, flawless. Her waist was a perfect hourglass, framing the dark, thin pucker of her belly button. Below that, a short thatch of cream-colored hair covered her sex, while above she had two of the most sensational breasts Mark had ever seen. They were full, lush and seemed to answer to their own gravity; her wide, pink areolae boasted hard, darker nipples that stood straight out from her chest. His body responded to hers instantly.

Before it got too obvious, he stepped towards the bathroom, pulling her by the hand. Once inside, he leaned into the tub area and turned the water towards hot. After a minute of waiting with his hand in the stream, the water warmed, and he pulled the shower switch.

“Did you need to use the toilet?” he asked. He felt his face flush at the question. He felt terribly awkward right now, in a way he wasn’t used to. He thought Rae had trampled all embarrassment from him with her heels over the years. But right now, he felt like he was on a first date. A damned strange first date.

Selena shook her head. “I think I walked it all out.”

Mark considered his own needs and shook his head. “I got something.” He assumed she’d back out of the room as he lifted the seat, but instead, just as he let go, he felt two cool hands wrap around his chest from behind and the softness of breasts on his shoulder blades. Mark’s eyes widened, and his stream stopped for a minute at the surprise of her touch. Selena leaned her head on his shoulder and clung to him as he struggled to finish. Her closeness made the whole act a little shaky to complete, but finally, the last short spurts came out and Mark reached out to flush the toilet. Then he pulled the shower curtain aside for her to step inside. “Do you want me to sit here while you wash, and then I’ll get in?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, once she stood inside, she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside with her.

“Okay,” Mark said, as the water hit him, and he found himself rubbing up unintentionally against her breasts. The woman was staring at him with those ice-blue eyes. Her gaze made him weak. It felt as if she could look inside his mind. “Shampoo’s right here,” he said, pointing behind her at the bottles sitting at the front end of the tub.

Selena glanced behind and nodded. Then she put her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her, hugging him tightly.

Her lips brushed his cheek, and she whispered in his ear. “Don’t leave me?”

Mark rubbed his hand gently up and down her back and the curve of her ass. “Not going anywhere,” he answered. They stood like that, holding each other for a while, as the steam gathered around them like a cloud. Finally, Selena released him and turned towards the water. She bent to grab the shampoo bottle, and Mark gasped as she did. Not at the heart-shaped curve of her rear (which was amazing) but rather at her back. When she began to squeeze shampoo on her hand, he put his fingers on her shoulder blades and traced the scars there.

“What happened?” he whispered. Everything about her seemed perfectly formed, her skin without blemish. She was the epitome of every Scandinavian model’s dream. Piercing eyes, wide white smile. Breathtaking curves. Beautiful skin. Except for her back. Angry pink scars puckered near her shoulders, as if someone had stabbed her twice and then twisted the knife around and down.

“It was a long time ago,” she said.

“But what…”

Selena turned and pushed him under the water, moving herself out of the spray. “You’re going to get cold,” she said. He dunked his head back and then pulled it out of the water. She reached up without asking and began to soap up his hair. Mark raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest. Her fingers were long and gentle, and they moved from his hair to lather his chest, and then his crotch. She held his cock softly, stroking the soap along it three times before reaching lower to soap his balls. He felt a finger extend farther, prodding his ass gently.

“Jesus,” he whispered, closing his eyes. For the first time in three days, nobody refuted the name.

Selena bent to rub the insides of his thighs. She knelt in front of him then, but rather than touching him sexually, she seemed almost to be studying him. Memorizing him. She pressed her lips to his belly, and then moved her fingers over his skin, as if trying to sample every pore. She moved her hands slowly, lovingly, following the hair down the front of his thighs and then slowly stroking his calves and the backs of his knees. She cupped his buttocks and then rose to her feet again, trailing her hands up his ribs before resting them on his arms and leaning in to give him a soft, lingering kiss.

Mark didn’t move the whole time, he couldn’t. He was lost in her attention. And then she reached behind her and brought back the shampoo. Handed it to Mark.

“I’m unclean,” she whispered.

“We’ll remedy that,” he promised and poured shampoo into his palm. Then he repeated the ritual that she had just performed. He slipped his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp, and then rubbing the soap in gentle circles across her back. Then he slipped his hands back up to gather more soap from her hair. He moved the suds with a featherlight stroke along her neck and unconsciously held his breath as he rubbed his hands around her breasts, enjoying the way the soap and water shone on her porcelain skin. Her nipples hardened at his touch, but he followed her lead and rather than trying to arouse, he knelt and continued to soap her tummy and thighs. Hesitantly he moved his fingers across the wiry tuft of hair at her crotch and she moved her legs apart farther, allowing him to move his hand into the cleft, carrying the soap into the warmth of her sex and up to the pucker of her ass.