"Looks good," I said, smirking slightly despite myself. I watched as she slowly walked by me towards the shower, her hips swaying intently before she opened the shower door and turned the water on.
She waited a moment, her hand testing the water before stepping in and looking back at me. She chuckled.
"You're not that old Danny, everything's working fine. Get in the shower." She put her hands on her hips like she was scolding me, but there was humour in her eyes. Steam started to pour out of the shower as water cascaded down her body, her hair slick and sticking to her shoulders.
I took off my bathrobe, then picked Lisa's up from the floor and setting both of them aside, neatly folded. Lisa just stood and watched impatiently.
When I was done, I tried to not feel embarrassed as I got inside the shower, Lisa stepping aside to make room. It was a bit crowded since it was a small hotel shower, and because I was taller I ended up stealing all the water as I stood under the shower head.
"Let's switch place," said Lisa. I nodded, taking a step back and to the side to let Lisa slip past me, deliberately brushing up against my body as she did so. I tried to think about other things besides the young naked blonde in here with me.
"It's cute that you still try to maintain composure, but really," began Lisa, picking up the complimentary bars of soap and lathering it up in her hands. She started the lather herself up and I tried not to stare, even as she continued. "Two months we've been together. We've seen each other dozens of times. We've had sex. Come on."
She made a twirling motion with her finger which I interpreted as her wanting me to turn around. I complied, and soon felt her soft soapy hands running along my back and shoulder. I closed my eyes, sighing.
"That's more like it," she said. God what would Annette think? It felt like I was always thinking that question. I'd convinced myself that she probably would have wanted me to move on but... not like this.
When I felt Lisa was done with my back I turned around and she handed me the soap. I washed myself, before Lisa turned around and let me wash her back. I went lower than I should have, and lingered longer, but Lisa didn't say anything.
She turned back around and grabbed the shampoo.
"You're too tall, but you can do me," she said, holding the bottle out for me. I shrugged and took it from her, squirting a bit of it into my palms. "That's a two-in-one shampoo and conditioner," she continued as she turned back around. "The good stuff too. It probably costs more than this stupid room." There was no way that was true, but I didn't question it as I started to work it through her hair and her scalp.
Her hair was so unlike how Annette's was, but still nice in its own way. Blonde, straight, usually smelling vaguely of citrus from whatever shampoo she usually used. This one didn't smell like citrus, but lavender. I didn't like it as much.
When I was done I gathered some lather and put it straight on my own hair. I had less of it; I didn't need anymore shampoo to wash my hair.
Lisa let her hair wash through as I finished up, and instead of turning around leaned back into me. I tried to keep calm as I felt her warm body up against mine, the water falling down my head and flowing down on each side of her. I finished my hair as I began to grow hard.
"Ah, a little early, huh?" she asked, pressing herself against me even more. A few moments later she leaned forward and turned the water off, and I felt myself missing her touch.
She didn't waste time in stepping out of the shower, leaving me alone and wet. I followed her out, and she handed me a towel and then my bathrobe, as we both dried off and went to the sink, grabbing our tiny travel sized toothbrushes and brushed our teeth. When we were done with our nightly oral hygiene issue Lisa returned to the bedroom while I lagged behind, taking another look at myself in the mirror.
I was so old.
Lisa got to the bed, moving the TV remote from the side and putting it on one of the nightstands before taking off her robe again and getting into bed. Her towel was still wrapped around her hair as she slithered under the covers, seemingly oblivious to me watching her.
As I watched, I felt her power with mine. The push-pull feeling that used to be just like the others was now something unique to itself, a distinctive marking beyond the typical individual qualities that all parahumans had. It was almost pleasing just to pay attention to it.
God I hoped it didn't mean what I thought it meant.
Having wasted enough time, followed her lead, disrobing and joining her under the covers. She scooted over and we laid there for a moment on our backs, not looking at each other, not saying anything, just letting the warmness envelope us, shielding us from the cold night outside.
She moved her arm and grabbed my hand, moving herself closer to me again. Instinctively I let go of her hand, only to move my arm up, beneath her head and around her shoulders. She gave a small sigh I couldn't interpret before shifting over and flopping right on top of me.
The position made it difficult to breathe, but I didn't say anything as I looked into her bottle green eyes. She grinned momentarily before leaning in and pressing her lips against mine. Her towel fell off to the side of me as I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, my heartbeat quickening as the minty flavour of recent mouthwash met my tongue.
I pushed my tongue further in, forcefully, as I moved my back around to Lisa's back, enveloping her small frame. As if sensing my minor discomfort, Lisa pulled away and rolled back to the side of me, sitting up and moving herself in between my legs. I'd gotten soft again in between getting out of the shower and getting into bed, but that was quickly remedying itself. I decided to sit up as well, using my elbows to prop myself up as Lisa looked at me and leaned in for another kiss.
It lasted only a moment before we broke apart and I felt the now familiar touch of Lisa's hands moving along my sides and down to my now fully erect cock.
"Are you -" I began, but was cut off by Lisa's annoyed reply.
"Yes," she said. A second later she broke eye contact and a second later I felt the warmth of her mouth around my cockhead. My muscles tensed for just a moment before I forced myself to relax, the subtle feeling of Lisa's teeth brushing up against my shaft before she moved her lips over them, pushing herself to slowly swallow more. She always started this way, like she kept track and every time wanted to beat her last record.
"God...," I breathed, feeling just the barest touch of the tip of her nose meet my skin and her hands move down to cup my balls. Almost as soon as I felt it, it was gone, as Lisa quickly moved her mouth back in a long quick motion, the top of her tongue brushing the underside of my head as she pulled my cock of her mouth completely.
I looked down and saw a small trail of spit between her bottom lip and along my dick, an image that despite myself I found to be an incredible turn on.
Lisa smiled at me.
"I'm getting better at this, I think," she said. She gave a short laugh. "Who knew?"
That was a rhetorical question I guessed.
I was about to move around to exchange positions, but she let go of me and put her hands against my chest, pushing me down on the bed.
"I'm on top tonight," she said, an extra sound of authority in her voice. I just nodded dumbly. It wasn't the first time she wanted to take charge.
She straddled me first, and then leaned in for another kiss, letting my penis rest firmly against her belly as she did so. I didn't hesitate, even though in the back of my mind I knew the difference I tasted in her mouth was me. Maybe that made it better for her. It did nothing for me, and Annette didn't do that sort of thing either.
Almost as soon as her name crossed my mind, Lisa broke away and sat back up. She lifted herself slightly, parted her smooth folds and guided me into her, slowly easing herself onto me. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth envelope my manhood, slowly slowly, until it didn't go further and instead I felt the rhythmic slow grinding of Lisa riding my cock.
I put my hands on her hips, gently going with the motions. I wanted to thrust harder, but I knew she didn't like that in this position. Still grinding, she took my right hand and placed it on her flesh, just above where I entered her. Of course. I was being selfish, not paying attention.
Matching the rhythm she set, I rubbed her small clit with my thumb, gently, the way I knew she liked. Her head moved back suddenly, and she let out a quick sigh before quickening her pace. I moved myself to match, pulsing and rubbing, suddenly feeling myself get close. For a moment I thought I'd cum too early, but the feeling subsided and Lisa went faster, the slick walls of her pussy feeling like they were suddenly getting tighter as she went.
She was getting close.
And all too soon I felt her spasm around my cock, her hips push hard against me and her hand grip mine, urging me to press just a little harder on her clit, but not too hard.
She gasped, and she looked at me, brow furrowed for just a moment before she let herself fall onto me, my penis still inside her, my hand still under her. I moved and held her close, and she awkwardly moved herself up a bit to pull me out of her.
"Sorry," she said. "Give me a few minutes."
I almost laughed.
"Nah," I said. "I'm old. I can't do it every time. It'd kill me." I grinned, trying to take any pressure off her to finish me off. She smiled back, looking a bit sad.
"I'm still sorry," she said. "Next time I'll make sure you come first." She gripped me tighter for a moment, before rolling off me and back onto the bed.
She explained it to me when we started this. She was pretty good at holding her power back, but for a brief moment at orgasm she always lost concentration. She said it was impossible to hold it, that everybody's mind goes blank for just a split second and for her it let the "walls come down" as she put it. It was only for a moment, but it still gave her a headache and she never wanted to do much of anything after sex.
That suited me fine, most times. I didn't want to do anything after sex either.
Lisa, after having rolled to the side of me, grabbed the covers and pulled them back over us. I was glad, because I was starting to feel the cold again as the minutes in the open air, not fucking, ticked by.
I looked at her as she snuggled up under the covers, and she turned her head and looked at me. She stared for a few seconds, and while I couldn't hear anything, I could see her body under the blankets move up and down in a sigh.
"You're still feeling guilty." she said. It wasn't a question.
I moved up, resting my head firmly on the pillow and turning back to look at the ceiling.
"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to this," I said.
"I'd really like it if you did," replied Lisa. She didn't sound forceful. It was almost pleading, but not quite there either.
"It's too much," I said. "Moving on from... my wife's death. That's one thing. Not that I think I've done that yet, but it's something I should have done. She wouldn't have wanted me to never find somebody else. But you...."
I heard a small noise.
"I know what you mean, but it still makes me feel bad when you say it like that. Like it's my fault that -"
"God," I said, cutting her off. "Of course it's not your fault. This isn't even a problem, not really. It's just... complicated. Ignoring the issue of Annette, there's still Taylor. There's still the fact that you're only a year older than my own daughter. How is... this, going to continue past a certain point? She has enough problems now, and when the time comes to tell her about my new occupation, how am I supposed to bring up that the only friend she has is fucking her father, and was doing that first?"
"You're thinking about that too much," said Lisa, starting to sound genuinely annoyed now. "And besides, that's not what's really bothering you. Your wife... I know I'm not a replacement for her to you, nobody could be. And think through this, there's an age difference, yeah. This isn't illegal, I'm seventeen, I'm above the age of consent in this state. Taylor isn't... she can handle it if she's told the right way, at the right time. It's nothing to worry about. And you know that."
She stopped speaking, and the silence dragged on long enough that I turned my head to look at her, to see what she was doing. She was still staring at me.
"You feel guilty because you still think you're a monster," she said when our eyes met. She turned on her side and reached over, enveloping me in a hug. "You're not a monster. We just got... forced together, but it worked out in the end."
"I just think," I found myself saying. It suddenly felt like I was outside of my body, watching myself speak. "That I'm too old. You've got your whole life ahead of you. As much as I hate to admit it, I've found myself caring about you, maybe even loving you somehow, in this short amount of time. I don't like the idea that you're wasting your time with some old man, wasting your happiness."
Lisa didn't say anything. Instead she let go of me, and returned to laying on her back.
"I doubt that," she said finally. "For reasons I don't really want to get into, you're probably the best I'll ever find. And I'm okay with that. I'm not settling, I've found somebody compatible."
"I find that hard to believe," I said. "I'm nothing special."
"You're something special to me. You don't know it, but you kind of hit all my emotional buttons. You treat me like I've always wanted to be treated, you're a good man, and if what happened had never happened, I could imagine we'd still be great friends because of it."
I took a moment to digest that. I wondered if it had anything to do with her bad family life, before she'd been picked up by Coil. Probably. A horrible thought that I reminded her of her father in some way, swept through my mind, and Lisa suddenly giggled. I looked at her, my eyes still wide from the thought.
"Look at you," she said. "You've got me talking all mushy." She laughed for real, and I waited for her giggle fit to finish before putting my arm around her again.
"Just stop worrying," she said finally. "I'm happy where I am. You make me feel... comfortable. Safe."
"...When I look at you?" I began. "It doesn't bother you? You mentioned before...."
"That's other people. People who don't know me, who don't care about me. You're easy to read, you don't have to constantly reassure me that you're interests aren't only skin deep. I know."
I sighed. I still didn't think this was ever going to get easier.
