CJ & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 33
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 33 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
I’m not sure if it was the silence before I answered him or the look on my face that told him.
“Now isn’t the time to ask me that Paul. Let’s wait till I’m out of here and I’ve worked out things at home and then we can talk about marriage and weddings and things.” I told him.
He squeezed my hand, and told me it was all fine with him, whatever I decided.
“My feelings for you haven’t changed. I still want you in my life, forever. I would do anything to make you happy. Absolutely anything. If I could change what has happened to you I would.” And he snapped his fingers. “Just like that.” He looked straight into my eyes. He lent in and kissed me. Not the little pecks he has been given me but a meaningful kiss of love.
He smiled as we ended our kiss. “I missed having you around Bobbi.” He told me “I didn’t realise it until you weren’t there. And it is a feeling I don’t want to get used to.”
He continued. “Sorry,” He said, “I’m getting all mushy.”
I looked at him in a different light, and saw a softer side to him. Maybe he is growing into a man I told myself. We smiled a lot as he told me what everyone was doing, who was going out with who, that the ‘old gang’ send their love. He saw Macca the other week shopping but didn’t get a chance to talk with her. I smiled and said she called in earlier that day and said to say hi to him, I lied.
After Paul left I called for the night nurse and asked for some help to sleep. She read my charts and nodded, she left and returned with a small white tablet, poured me a glass of water, watched me take it and made me ready for the night. The pill worked, once I got comfortable, I closed my eyes and dreamed the dream of lovers. Naked bodies, swimming pools, Margaret, so often Margaret was in my arms, naked, kissing me, fondling me, I must have had an amazing time of it, for when I awoke I felt well satisfied.
The nurses came in and pulled back the nighttime curtains, smiling at me. I blushed, did they know something? I felt between my legs and I was in need of a shower, it was still tingling. The rich scent filled my bed sheets, it was obvious that my olfactory nerves hadn’t been affected by my ‘accident’. It felt so good to be alive again.
When the day nurse arrived, she looked at me with a quizzical look on her face and suggested I shower before the doctors did their rounds. I nodded in agreement, blushing at the same time. She smiled and asked, “Do you still need a hand in the shower?”