"Oh shit," he suddenly said out loud.
"What?" She broke off their kissing and looked at him, worried that he'd come up with a reason to change his mind.
"It's my hands." He pulled his hands off her ass and out of the water and held them up. "It was pretty inevitable, I guess. You have such a fine ass that I just couldn't resist giving it a squeeze. Well, I guess they've been in and out of the water for a while now, but I only just noticed what's happened to my bandages. Look. They're all soaked."
In truth, he'd been having so much fun that he'd completely forgotten about the fight, the bandages, and even the pain and soreness in his hands.
She was dismayed. "Oh no! My bandages have gotten somewhat wet from touching your wet skin, but I was going to take care of that easily enough after you left. Yours are really soaked. We'd better get you re-bandaged. You can't leave like that. I'm good with bandaging, due to all my martial arts practice."
"There's no time! It's what? Five forty-five already? Later, probably. I need to head to the store right now if I'm gonna make it on time. I shouldn't have agreed to the hot tub idea in the first place, but I couldn't resist. I guess that's my problem in general - low willpower, and not thinking with the right head."
"'The store,' eh? Which store?"
"Um, I can't say. It's kind of personal."
"Hmmm. Curious. Why would you need an appointment to shop? ... Well, whatever store it is, they're probably in the phone book. Why don't you call them and tell them you'll be a little late? Meanwhile, I'll get some new bandages for you."
She pulled herself out of the tub and rushed into the house. To his disappointment, she picked up the bikini top along the way (although watching her bend down and pick it up was a sight to see).
He hadn't considered the idea of simply calling the sex shop, because he'd assumed that Ginger would arrive at the same time he would. Then he realized it would only take a minute to look up the number. He decided it wouldn't hurt to try.
So he hurried inside and looked up the number, while simultaneously trying to dry himself with a towel.
He called, and to his great surprise Ginger answered the phone. He explained to her that he was running a little late and asked if she minded. She said she was multitasking and had some other things to do there, so she didn't mind if he was a little late, as long as he wasn't very late.
That was a relief for him, especially since he was late already since he'd gotten so carried away having sexy fun with Christine. But he still wanted to hustle, because he had a lot to do. The day before, he'd arranged to borrow several thousand dollars from Brenda, so he could pay for his sex shop purchases. (She'd wanted to give him the cash outright, but he felt that the gifts wouldn't mean as much if it didn't ultimately come from his own pocket. Besides, some gifts were for Brenda and he didn't want her to pay for her own gifts.) But he'd forgotten about that arrangement until just now. So he realized that he'd have to stop by Brenda's mansion first.
As he walked into the house to find Christine, he had another realization: I jogged here. I don't have my car! Shit! That's another delay and complication. Plus, I wouldn't want Christine to drive me to Brenda's. She'll put two and two together and figure out that Brenda's part of my harem. With the way Brenda looks and acts, that's inviting disaster. No, I'll have to ask Christine to drive me home first, and then I'll have to drive myself to the sex shop, stopping by Brenda's on the way. Man, it's a good thing I was able to get Ginger on the phone, or else I would have had to drop everything and have Christine drive me there with no money, except for what's in my wallet plus the maximum withdrawal from an ATM!
So that's what happened. He rushed from room to room looking for her, but she found him in the den. She sat him down and quickly re-bandaged his hands, which only took a couple of minutes.
He was delighted to notice that she still hadn't bothered to put her bikini top on, or anything else on. As he continued to dry his hair, he took the time to openly ogle her nearly completely nude body. It was even more glorious in the well lit room. He amused himself by pondering how many hundreds or even thousands of dollars some of his friends would pay to see Christine's bare breasts sway wildly as she changed his bandages.
To his surprise, the bandages were much better when she'd finished. He realized that the nurses had been professionally cautious and wrapped him liberally with the gauze. Christine, though, had different motives and used a lot less, which left him more mobility. He commented, "Boy, if only my hands had been like this before we started playing around, I could have done so much better."
She actually blushed a bit at that, because she was thinking, It gets BETTER?! His touch was a thousand times better than when I touch myself. If that was just clumsy groping, I'm almost afraid of what he could do with finesse! Her nipples and clit had gone down, but they popped up erect again as she considered the possibilities.
With the bandaging done, there was no reason left for him to linger, yet she didn't want to see him go. She struck a somewhat awkward pose, trying to look casual while standing on her tip toes to firm up her legs and ass, and allowing her huge hooters to dangle enticingly. (She still didn't have the whole "flirting thing" down, but she was trying.)
With the most sultry voice she could manage, she asked, "Do you REALLY have to go? Can't you put off whatever you're doing and stay a while longer? We could go to my room and hang out... and stuff."
He thought, Lord, have mercy! I don't say that much, but seriously, if there's a God, please God, have mercy on me. She's too sexy! And God, have mercy on my bathing suit. How my boner hasn't ripped it in two yet is a mystery. And have mercy on Alan Junior. If I can't cum soon, I'm seriously gonna cry!
He said, "I hate to say this, but I honestly have to go. Believe me, I'd love to stay, I really would."
Straightening up, she replied, "Well then, will you promise that we can hang out tomorrow?"
Alarm bells went off in his head. The vow! I must uphold the vow! Can't get too involved... But if we just do tomorrow what we did today, would that be so bad? Oh, fuck. Where's my willpower?
He grinned, and said, "Okay, but only on one condition: that you're not so overdressed like you were today."
She put a hand on her hip and glared at him indignantly. "Overdressed?! How could I possibly wear any less?!" She looked down significantly at her bikini bottoms and wondered if she really could take them off in front of him.
He quipped, "Well, you could wear a toe ring. Or a bracelet."
She rolled her eyes, but she grinned too. "You're a hopeless case, you know that?"
However, at that point, he remembered the time, and reminded her of his urgent need to leave quickly. "Man, I've really gotta go. It's six already."
She held her arms open. "goodbye kiss?"
Damn, I'm so weak! He stepped forward and kissed her.
Not surprisingly, neither of them could limit it to a short kiss. They ended up freely and passionately necking and fondling for several minutes. Alan nearly forgot about having to leave, because he couldn't get enough of Christine's incredible body. But he knew time was running out, so he re-explored virtually every part of her body he could reach, as if saying a fond farewell to all of her. The only exception was that he still avoided her pussy.
However, he got so carried away that he slid his hand under the back of her panties, exploring her ass crack for the first time.
That drove Christine wild. Naturally, his cock was like a hot iron bar. She found herself grinding and sliding her body up and down it even more than before. The two of them were spiraling towards a mutual climax. It looked like Alan could finally cum for the very first time with her.
But unfortunately, she remembered that her parents were due home any minute. In fact, now that she thought about it, she was surprised that they hadn't returned for dinner already. Plus, she worried about making Alan late for his appointment. So she eventually managed to pull away.
She finally put some clothes on, while Alan borrowed a shirt from her father since the shirt he'd arrived in had big sweat stains. Then they rushed off to the car. But she felt a lot better knowing that she'd be seeing him soon, even though no specific plans were made.
During the ride, they had fun talking, but they were careful not to discuss what had happened between them or even anything sexual. Neither of them wanted to jinx things or ruin the chance of a repeat performance the next day.
Alan had her drop him off a block from his house. He explained that it might be problematic if Amy found out where he'd been and what he'd been doing. He wanted to tell Amy, but break it to her gently and diplomatically. However, right now he had to hurry to the store instead.
Christine bought that explanation. She figured that if she were in Amy's shoes, she'd be more than a little peeved, to say the least. She still couldn't understand Amy's approval of Alan's other lovers at all.
In fact, that excuse actually was true, since Alan knew that even Amy could feel jealous at times, but it was only part of his reasoning. He was insistent on having his house be a "no go" zone for Christine. With the entire house smelling like cum, the dancing pole in the living room, the big bed now visibly present after Glory's Thanksgiving-day visit, and his mother Susan generally dressed in only high heels and an apron or négligée (if that), having Christine enter his house was one of the biggest disasters he could imagine. He could easily picture her walking through the front door with him, only to find his mother Susan on her knees and dressed in just an erotic apron, ready to give her son a 'welcome home' blowjob or titfuck. He shuddered to imagine the epic disaster if that should occur.
However, before Christine let Alan go, she walked around to his side of the car, and the two of them stood there French kissing right next to the car for a couple of minutes. They figured they could stop and quickly get themselves presentable if a car's headlights started to expose them in the darkness.
Their make-out session was less intense, due to the location as well as the fact that they were fully dressed. But that was only in a relative sense; it was still extremely hot and heavy.
As the kissing went on, he thought, Sweet! Maybe this is the start of a new goodbye kissing tradition with Christine, just like the hello and goodbye kissing tradition at home. How cool is that? I'm making out with the notorious "Ice Queen" and she's exactly the opposite of icy. This girl is flat out fucking hot to trot, with the emphasis on HOT!
They finally broke the kiss, and Alan walked towards home.
Christine watched as he disappeared into the darkness. She sighed and got back into the car.