Safe Words 3: Angel's Grace, Chapter 4

Angel hugged her knees to her chest, slinking into the tub. Now that the sexual tension had been released, shame worked its way into her mind. She tucked her chin behind the curve of her naked knees, peeking out at Skyler who still bore the bulging arousal of an erection, and seemed perturbed by it.

She said, “Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?”

Skyler shook his head and then rubbed his brow, still sideways to her and looking riled. Above his beard, his cheeks looked blushed under his tan. “No, Angel, you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry I touched you there. I don’t know why I did that.”

Skyler took a deep, steadying breath and held it, hands on his hips and looking up at the ceiling. “Don’t apologize, Angel. You have nothing to apologize for. It’s me. I messed up.”

“You?” She plunked the point of her chin between her knees and watched Skyler.

“Me,” he said, then grumbled. Now he turned her way, mounted one of the steps up the dais to the tub and leaned his elbows on the tub’s lip. It made her aware of her nakedness and she hugged herself tighter, feet and butt squeaking on the tub bottom.

Skyler said, “You weren’t supposed to . . . you know”—his eyes went up as he searched for a tactful way to say something dirty—“enjoy yourself as much as you did. I’m assuming you did.”

“Oh,” she whispered, lowering her eyes. He must have meant the orgasm. “Grace didn’t want that?”

* * *

He shook his head no, looking away like he was more aware now of her nudity in the tub, maybe feeling like he was intruding, despite what they’d both just done together.

“Will she be mad at me? I don’t have to tell her.”

“Don’t ever lie to Grace, Angel. Don’t. No, she won’t be mad at you.”

“Will she be mad at you?”

“Not enough to worry about. I’m mad at myself because I failed.”

“You didn’t fail though.”

Skyler smiled, still looking aside toward the shower chamber where the hot water still ran. “I can see why they like you so much.”

“Who?”

He looked her way. “Grace and Baron.”

“They like me?”

He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “Of course they do, Angel. They’re spending time with you.”

“I don’t know where I stand sometimes.”

Skyler’s eyes went contemplative as he looked over the bare skin she showed. “You’re not like their other girls.”

A sudden hurting stab of jealousy and diminished value went in her stomach and made her uncomfortable. “They have other girls?”

“No, Angel,” Skyler said, still looking kindly on her. “They’ve had other girls. Never more than one at a time. You’re the only one, and you’re not like the others.”

“Did Grace get bored with the other girls?”

“Like I said, Angel, you’re not like the others. I think you’re driving them wild.”

“Do you really?”

He leaned close, conspiratorially, whispering, “I think they can’t believe how lucky they are you’re with them.”

She studied Skyler’s face. “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m not kidding you. You’re a sweet kid, Angel”—he rolled his head on his muscular neck—“I know you’re not a kid, I know you’re an adult. But I mean, you’re perfect. You don’t know that?”

She shook her head no, wanting to trust and believe what Skyler said, but wary that this was part of some grander ploy. “That’s good, I guess.”

“Yeah, it’s good, Angel, now come with me to the shower.”

* * *

Angel left the tub, walking down the steps to the main floor with an arm folded over her bare breasts and a hand between her thighs. Her newly shorn pubic patch was sharp and wiry against her palm instead of soft and feathery. Skyler waited to for her to join him, the bulge in his shorts sagged to the side.

Walking side by side to the shower chamber, she asked Skyler about clothes to change into once she was clean.

“Someone’s bringing clean clothes down here for you.”

“Okay,” she said, still covering up, stepping over the chamber’s low lip and into the warm wet embrace of the shower. She hated wasting water—these running taps would have been a major no-no back on the farm, and her dad would hit the roof—so she closed all the shower sprays but for one. When she turned back to Skyler, the man was pulling off his running top and vest.

It froze her to the spot under the shower’s spray. Skyler was literally going to get in here and scrub her down.

Skyler hung up the two tops. on a hook on the wall near the shower chamber. He was powerfully built, like a big hairy bull. Under the hair were drawn tattoos; both arms, from shoulder to forearm, on his chest and one on a shoulder blade.

Three months ago she was in Hager Hill, with people her own age, with a boy—a boy who wanted to be a man—and now she was in her professor’s mansion and about to get a scrub down from a tattooed grown-up man with a real beard and everything.

She watched now in profile as Skyler toed off his running shoes and then peeled down the shorts and lycra, stepping out of them. His legs were thick and muscular and also hairy; his penis hung huge between his legs, half-aroused, pointing out from his body, but not upright.

* * *

Her eyes went up out of politeness, wanting to give the man his privacy. Skyler approached the shower and stepped inside, tugging the curtain halfway across so the spray wouldn’t wet the tiles beyond the chamber’s lip. Now she was alone and naked with a man she barely new. Her hands trembled and she turned to the shower spray, letting Skyler see her naked back, but hiding her private parts—though, what was the point? He’d just shaved between your legs, touched you there, cleaned you there. Skyler has already seen everything you have up close and personal, in live 4k, even with a flashlight beaming right on it. She relaxed a little under the hot water's wash.

Skyler gathered up her hair and his touch made her nipples ache and tingle. He gathered her locks and bunched them on top of her head, reached for a tie that sat in the soap dish and looped it a few times so her hair would stay dry.

The presence of a girl’s pink hair tie in the shower stall made her think of other girls who had signed contracts with Baron and Grace. She didn’t even know them but she didn’t like them.

Skyler soaped his hands and then gripped her collar with slippery suds, massaging the tense muscles with strong thumbs, then soaping and cleaning, down her back and even her butt cheeks. She allowed it, let him work his hand between her butt cheeks and lather her, even sweep a little between her legs.

When she turned so he could wash her front side, her eyes dropped to his penis. It was at full attention again, thrusted out from between his hairy legs, looking up at her and wagging stiffly with his movements. Skyler soaped his hands again, his thick manhood going like a metronome.

She said, “You’ve given Grace and Baron’s other girls scrub downs like this?’

He nodded. She wondered if he got hard with them, too.

* * *

The thought of other girls in this arrangement made her feel small and inferior. What had those girls done with Skyler—and way bigger and scarier: what had those girls done with Grace and Baron?

She said, “I don’t have much experience.”

“You don’t need experience. You’re exactly what they want.”

“A virgin who doesn’t know how to do anything?” She lowered her eyes, saw Skyler’s hard and manly penis looking up at her. “Did those other girls do things with you?”

“Some of them. Sometimes.”

She looked up to meet Skyler’s gaze in the steamy space. “I’ve used my hand before. On my boyfriend.”

“That’s good,” he said hesitatingly, eyeing her for some meaning.

“Would Grace want me to do anything with you?”

“What did she tell you?”

“That you were going to, you know, shave me.”

“And that’s what we did.”

“But she wanted you to wash me, wanted you to get in the shower with me?”

“I wouldn’t do it otherwise, Angel.”

“Is this a test?”

“You tell me.”

She contemplated the query a long moment, water hissing, clouds of steam billowing around them, Skyler waiting. “It’s a test,” she said. “What would Grace do if I did something with you?”

“If she didn’t instruct you, you would be punished.”

Something in Skyler’s tone had her thinking this was still not straightforward. Wasn’t it punishment she wanted? If she offered up a meager function from her toolbox—she’d given Brian hand-jobs—Grace would bestow upon her a punishment for her naughty behavior. Angel would get what she wanted. So bad behavior warranted rewards?

“I don’t have experience,” she said, “but I did hand stuff with my boyfriend.”

“Okay,” Skyler said, patient but expecting more. When she said nothing else, he said, “It’s up to you, Angel.”

What kind of punishment would Grace deliver if she used her hand on Skyler right now? Her eyes went up to Skyler’s. The man stood so close. They were both naked and wet. And she liked Skyler.

Her eyes went down to his impressive manhood again and she chewed her inner cheek, wondering what she should do next.