Chapter 66: Snake Eyes

Being unable to speak had its advantages. When Ned came to check on me he did a double take. Cindy was sitting on my lap, reading the computer screen, answering my questions and feeding me small bites of yogurt.

"What happened?" Ned asked when he saw my puffed lip and the scratch on my right cheek.

Cindy made it sound a lot more gruesome than it really was. Her explanation was filled with drama and exaggerations about long fingernails with dirt under them. I bounced her on my knees to get her attention and began typing.

'One of the Pinehurst running backs tried to poke my eye out but missed and stuck his finger into my mouth. He scraped both sides of my cheek before I got away from him. Mr. Bigalow gave me a tetanus shot and some mouthwash at halftime. Russell helped me pin the kid down so I could shake his hand and squeeze his throat a little. We got ejected from the game and the kid had to be carried off the field. Colonel Travis seemed pleased that we retaliated. Cindy's dad took me to see a doctor. He gave me some medicated mouthwash and told me to take aspirin if I had a headache. It's too painful to talk but otherwise, everything is fine. By the way, I made Corporal this week.'

Cindy read the paragraph to Ned. He asked a dozen questions, which I let Cindy answer. It was funny to hear her describe what she had seen from the stands. It was mainly how she felt when she saw me spitting up blood. She said she was surprised to see me come back out to start the second half and she was happy when I was ejected from the game. "I nearly fainted when the other kid didn't get up. What if Sammy had killed him?"

I printed the paragraph and typed a note for Cindy on the screen. 'That's all you need to tell Suzanne when she calls.'

"How did you get the promotion?" Ned asked and from the way Cindy answered I could tell she had been talking to Marcy because I had not told her about Bernard Cochran coming to the school or the special assembly. "Our friend Marcy is like a new person since Sammy danced with her. She told her brother that Sammy deserved a reward. She said Sammy did something nice for her and she wanted to do something nice in return."

Ned congratulated me on my promotion and said he knew the Cochran brothers from Cromwell. "Are you going to be okay, Sam?"

"I'm going to be here with him," Cindy was quick to say.

Ned looked like he was forming another question but didn't comment about Cindy saying she would stay the night. "Don't forget about coming to my place for dinner tomorrow night. We'll make something soft," he said, looking at the empty yogurt container.

I typed a few words on the screen and Cindy relayed my message, saying that I thought I would be able to chew solid food. Ned left and we continued our discussion, me typing and Cindy responding. I suggested that we find something for her to eat.

"Maybe later, after I put you to bed," she said.

Cindy treated me like an invalid and I let her. She undressed me completely before removing her own clothes. We got into bed and she insisted upon placing me on my back as if I were helpless. I discovered that I could make grunting sounds to show my appreciation for what she was doing to me. It didn't take long for me to find that she responded to certain sounds more than others. I let her do all the work until I got close to ejaculation.

"Stop that!" Cindy said, slapping my hands away from her ass. "I want to do it."

I lowered my hands and tried to let her do it her way. But when I rolled us over she giggled and said, "Oh, Yes!"

We went downstairs to find something for Cindy to eat. It was fun watching her cook in the nude but she had me at a disadvantage because she did all the talking and all I could do was listen. "I can't wait to tell my friends at school about tonight. Is this the first time you slept all night with a girl?" she asked, looking at me. I nodded my head.

"Not that you're going to go to sleep. Don't think that for a minute. I'll stay until Suzanne calls and then I'll leave and you can sleep. What time does Ned want us to come for dinner?"

I shrugged. She sat down and I watched her eat scrambled eggs and toast. "Don't you just love our arrangement? I dare say it's a lot better than if you were with that girl from Deerfield you have the hots for. Isn't it?"

She looked at me and I nodded, wishing I could correct her. Debra Simmons was from Forrester, not Deerfield and I didn't have the hots for her. But it wasn't important. She was right; I did love our arrangement. I nodded again to emphasize my agreement.

We went back to my room. Cindy brushed her teeth and I used the medicated mouthwash. She put me to bed again and I didn't object when she went to work on me. We must have dosed off eventually. I woke up with a headache at three-fifteen. I went to the bathroom to take an aspirin and when I came back I watched Cindy sleep. She was on her side with one leg drawn up, putting her pussy on display. I crawled over her and took my place next to her. Having her there beside me at three-twenty A.M. seemed strange. I was enthralled with her sleeping body, so elegant and graceful. I watched her for a long time before I got the idea of touching her.

Cindy slapped my hand away when I ran my finger down her arm but when I touched her nipple, ever so lightly, she smiled. I touched it again and felt it grow hard. Her lips twisted into the bowtie shape. I flicked the nipple and watched her eyes fly open in alarm. "Do you want something?" she asked, rolling onto her back and stretching her body to its full length.

She watched as I touched her thigh and moved my hand upward, past her bush, over her tummy, grazed her nipples and stopped with my thumb resting on her chin. "Do you want something?" she asked again as she moved her hands down to encircle her knees. She looked at me quizzically, knowing that it hurt too much for me to speak.

I put my arm around her and pretended to go back to sleep. "You woke me for no reason? You're going to hear about this in the morning," she said as she rolled onto her side. My hand was on her tummy and I felt her hand cover mine as we drifted back to sleep.

A light knock on my door woke me. Thinking that Molly had caught us in bed together, I pulled the sheet up to cover us and then discovered Cindy was not in the bed. She was sitting in my chair, fully dressed. "Come in," she said.

"Oh, I didn't know you had company, Mr. Sammy. I'll get another glass of orange juice," Molly said, speaking calmly as if I made a practice of having a girl in my room. But the calmness in her voice changed to alarm when she saw the scratch across my cheek. "Oh my!" Molly exclaimed, nearly dropping the tray before placing it on my desk.

Cindy was quick to explain. "It happened yesterday in the football game. A boy with long fingernails scratched Sammy. The doctor said he shouldn't be alone so I stayed with him."

Molly looked from Cindy to me. "That was very nice of you. I'll take over now."

"It hurts too much for him to speak. I have to stay until Suzanne calls so I can read this to her," Cindy explained, holding the sheet of paper with the typed paragraph for Molly to see.

"I can talk to Suzanne," Molly said, indignantly, taking the sheet of paper from Cindy.

"That's all Sammy wants Suzanne to know," Cindy said, meekly.

"Then I'll read this to Miss Suzanne. That's all she will hear from me," Molly said, looking more closely at me. "Did you bite his finger?"

She looked disappointed when I shook my head but she beamed when Cindy told her the kid had to be carried off the field. They discussed the advisability of my drinking the orange juice and decided it might irritate the inside of my mouth. I nodded my agreement. Molly offered to bring me a glass of milk but I rejected that idea.

"She doesn't want me here," Cindy said when Molly left. I got out of bed and took her hand to show that I wanted her to remain.

"Oh, no you don't. You woke me in the middle of the night for nothing and that's what you get now, nothing," she said, feigning annoyance with me. She tried to stop me when I began to unbuttoned her shirt.

"Sammy, we can't."

"Shower," I mumbled, sounding like 'our.'

She considered my suggestion. "I suppose it would be a good idea to wash off the smell of sex."

I proceeded to unbutton her shirt but when I reached for the button at her waist she noticed my cock. "We can't. You're not. Sammy... we're not..." But she didn't resist as I continued to remove her clothes and when I pushed her toward the bathroom she went willingly. She wanted to adjust the spray so she wouldn't get her hair wet. I put my arms around her and cupped a breast with one hand and her pussy with the other.

"Sammy, I said no."

But she didn't attempt to move my hands away and I could tell her nipple was responding to my touch. Her slit was moist. She turned her head and I could see a faint smile cross her lips.

"Don't get my hair wet," she warned as I bent her forward.

I watched the warm water cascade across her back and down her neck. I heard her call my name, changing from alarm to approval when I penetrated her. And I heard the rapid slap, slap, slap as my hips met the cheeks of her ass. She braced herself with both hands on the shower walls for support and let her legs pivot, helping me to pull her ass back to meet my thrusts. Slap, slap, slap, slip. We both lost our grip, she from the wet shower walls, me from her slippery waist.

Cindy tumbled to the floor and I followed, dislodging my cock from her warm tunnel. We untangled ourselves and I saw desperation in her eyes as she reached for my cock. Within seconds we were rejoined like a piston in a cylinder. She was rolled up in a ball in the small confinement; her legs wrapped around my ass and the water spraying on my back. On impulse, I held her head in my hands to protect it from hitting the floor and my lips met hers, impulsively. The kiss was intense and hurt like hell. But it was my fault and I didn't try to stop it. She didn't know how much pain I was in until she tried to stick her tongue in my mouth and I resisted. I stopped fucking and I pulled my head up to see shock on her face. She was too crazy with desire to know that I was in pain. She lifted her buttocks off the tile floor in an effort to jump-start me, to which I responded with strong thrusts until I saw her lips twist in that special way.

I had never seen her so excited; she was in ecstasy and I didn't know why. The water was cooling but neither of us made a move to turn it off.

"You didn't come," she said when she saw that my cock was still rigid.

The pain had dissolved my appetite for sex but I didn't try to stop her when she sank to her knees and lifted my cock to her lips. Her eyes were upon me, watching for my approval. I tried to smile but couldn't make my lips move. I nodded my head, hoping she would understand that I wanted her to continue. She cupped my balls in one hand and held on to the base of my cock with the other one. Soon I was moaning and fucking her mouth. Her eyes held mine; gripping them the same way her hand was holding my cock. I made a noise to warn her that I was coming but she seemed to know. She stayed on her knees a long time, cleaning my cock. She looked disappointed when I turned the water off and opened the shower door.

We stood in front of the mirror, laughing and taking turns toweling her hair. Cindy talked incessantly. "It won't matter if my hair is wet. My mom will know that I just had the best fuck, ever. I won't have to tell her how you took me. She'll know you bent me over and took me. It was like, 'you're my woman; bend over.' I loved the way you did it. Maybe we can do it again that way. Can we?"

I was only half-listening. My lip was still hurting from the kiss. I looked in the mirror to see if it was swelling more. It wasn't.

"I like it when you're assertive. I pretended to be angry with you for waking me just to see what you would do. I loved the way you pushed me into the shower and took me. We'll do it that way again but it doesn't have to be in the shower, okay?"

I tried to smile but all I could manage was a nod. Images of us in various positions cluttered my mind. She liked being surprised. I would give that some thought.

"Comb my hair while I inspect myself for damage, please," she said, handing me a comb.

While I ran the comb through her hair she looked into the mirror, turning her body from side to side. "No telltale signs yet," she said, lifting her breasts and grinning at me. "My mom may look for bite marks and I know Jeannie will," she explained. She then hiked her left foot to the counter and checked her thigh and lower leg. Satisfied, she changed to her right leg and after looking at the inside of her thigh she opened her pussy lips. "Not bad," she said, before looking into the mirror to see my cock stir. A deep blush came over her and she rushed from the room. She was already pulling her panties around her waist when I caught up with her.