Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿Self Dares by stripgnd Self Dares Ch. 03 An accident leads to more liberal relationships. It happened on a Saturday. There was nothing special about the day, I was out with a few friends on my bike. Nothing too heavy, a bit of light off-road, but mainly cycle tracks and tightly packed gravel. It wasn't a club, but we did meet semi-regularly at least. Some of them are more serious than others. I was mid-pack as was my usual position and it was a path that I have cycled hundreds of times. I am not sure if I hit a rock, if I just lapsed with my concentration, or if I simply ran out of talent. Either way, my front wheel slid from under me and before I could react my face was meeting the gravel. Slamming off the floor the wind was knocked out of me. My left foot unclipped itself, but my right one stayed attached to the bike which twisted as it slid along the floor and I heard the crack as something in my leg was twisted beyond its limit. There was no pain as I bounced off a tree stump and came to a rest on my side, still half attached to the bike. "Ooo shit," I heard one of the people I was with say as they got off and came over to me to see how I was. I heard the 999 call simultaneously as my adrenaline wore off and pain ripped through my body. My right leg, left arm, right arm and face, in that order of severity. I blacked out. I came around as emergency responders arrived and I was promptly given gas and air which did very little to ease my pain, but that was soon remedied as a cannula was put into my arm and I was injected with the good stuff. I looked down at myself and just said ow. My right foot wasn't facing the correct way, and my left arm wasn't looking too great either. "Gonna need to cut your top off," the ambulance guy said. I am not sure if he was asking my permission or just stating what was going to happen. Even in my morphine-addled dream world, I knew that was a terrible idea as it was all I was wearing. I never wore a bra when cycling, they chafe and are generally not comfortable. "Do you have anything on underneath it?" he asked. I looked at him for a few seconds. In any other situation, this would be a full-on fantasy scenario. I had attracted a not-insignificant crowd as the cycle path was alongside a popular walking route and as is the case in these situations, people are nosy fuckers. They were about to get a nice view of my tits though and it could get even better for them, the shorts I had on were the all-in-one cycling ones, and I had nothing on under those either. I shook my head. "Nothing?" the ambulance guy confirmed. I shook my head again. "Is she stable?" I heard the other ambulance person, who was female, say. "Yeah," he replied. "Strap her up and get her ready for airlift," she said, "They can sort it on route to the hospital," she added. I didn't really understand their conversation, but I could hear the distant thrum of a helicopter. I was manoeuvred onto a spinal board and strapped onto it so I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I was given some more morphine and zoned out again for a while. I came back around and was being lifted on my stretcher by two people in orange day glow suits as well as the two ambulance crew. "Hiya, Jenny," one of the orange people introduced herself as, "How is the pain?" she asked. I did reply, but even I didn't understand my reply. I did mean to just say "meh," but no idea what came out of my mouth. I was loaded into what I assumed was the loudest ambulance in the world, but as the doors slid closed I realised I was being airlifted. Was I that badly injured? Now I panicked which must have shown on the many machines that were monitoring me. I was instantly sober and terrified. "You are fine," Jenny said, "Relax," she added as she placed her hand on my hand and squeezed it gently. "Am I going to die?" I asked urgently. She didn't reply, which further panicked me. I guess she wasn't allowed to say "no" in case I had a blood clot or something and did die. She gave me another injection of something cold into my veins and I sank back into my dream world again. I was still conscious and kind of aware, but I had no cares in the world any more. If I died I died, whatever. I felt my heart slow down, which I assume was what she had just injected me with and she was constantly chatting and telling me what she was doing. Saving my life hopefully. Not at all dramatic. For the record here I was never in any serious danger, the air ambulance was purely because it was available and it saved them carrying me half a mile to the ambulance. "Boyfriend?" Jenny asked me. I looked at her confused. Mainly the cocktail of opioids circulating my bloodstream, but it also seemed like an odd time to be making small talk or coming onto me. She was cute, but she was a bit female for my liking. I shook my head, "Nar," I mumbled. "Okay," she said glancing over her shoulder, "I need to cut your clothes off. Is that okay?" she asked. I am fairly sure my choices were limited as the alternative was to remove them myself and as good as morphine is as a pain killer, it isn't that good. I just nodded in reply. I really didn't care. I was more concerned whether the squirrels that were dancing in the roof of the helicopter were real or not. In hindsight, they clearly weren't, but in my mind they were real. They were also dressed in ball gowns and dinner suits while doing the Foxtrot. Morphine is fucking awesome. I felt my top go loose followed by the cool sensation as I became topless. "Are you wearing underwear?" she asked to which I just shook my head. Moments later a similar feeling between my legs washed over me as I was relieved of my clothes and dignity. She tended to a rather nasty cut on my hip that was bleeding quite heavily and generally checked me over. I was hooked up to a load of machines as I just watched on in my dazed state of mind. I was still strapped to the spinal board so I was totally immobile and as the morphine began to wear off I became aware of my nudity and inability to cover myself. She topped up my morphine and I zoned out again. We landed at the hospital and I was taken inside and seemed to bypass all the queues. I was fairly pleased that I had been covered by a sheet so I wasn't wheeled through a very busy hospital as naked as the day I was born, although that would have been pretty awesome. I hated people like me when I was in hospital, you have been waiting for ages then some idiot who can't ride a bike gets rushed in before you. I was surrounded by doctor-type people who unhooked some things and added other things as I got assessed. I was x-rayed and scanned and once it was determined that nothing spinal or neck was broken I was released from the board and shunted over to a bed. Shunted sounds like a harsh word to use, but it was fairly fucking painful. The pain was under control now, I am not sure how much of it was drugs and how much of it was my body just saying "Fine whatever, fuck you, I have warned you that you have fucked yourself up, whatever, do whatever, I am done. On your own lady." If I moved I hurt, but if I didn't I was fairly okay. "Am I going to die?" I asked again. An assistant looked at me and smiled warmly. "Not imminently," she said. Her words, despite their non-committal message, were a comfort to me and I relaxed. "Soooo, Sophie Lloyd," one of the suited men said to me. I looked at him. "Compound fracture of your right ankle, broken left arm, broken right wrist, a few broken ribs... Good job." "Thanks," I replied, "Will I be okay?" "We will do our best," he said. "We need to reset your leg and arm, your wrist will need a brace. Your ribs will heal themselves," he added. "Okay," I said feeling myself begin to tear up. It was hitting home and here came the shock. I was properly hurt. "Do you have anyone we can ring?" the assistant asked me. "Mum," I said instantly. No matter how old you are, you always want your mummy. I gave her the number from memory and they disappeared off to ring her. When I had been moved off the spinal board my sheet hadn't been moved with me and I was very naked. It seemed more exposed now I was in a bed and not on a stretcher. Every fibre of my being wanted to cover myself, but even just the thought of moving seemed to trigger the most intense pain I have ever experienced. "I don't want to be naked," I said. It was a raw honesty. I really didn't want to be, but I was. Being unable to cover myself while people fussed around me was a step beyond my exhibitionistic fantasy. Being naked with a choice was a lot of fun, it being forced was not as enjoyable. I was weirdly pleased that I had waxed recently though. It is odd the things that matter to you, I was laying in hospital being reassembled and here I was, totally hung up that professional medical staff could see my boobs and pussy. "You are in a private side room," an assistant reassured, "You are okay. We will ask your Mum to bring you some clothes," she said. I was jabbed at and poked at as any cuts and abrasions were sorted out while x-ray images were up on a screen while a few people looked at them. I did note how the majority of people in my small private room were male. People came and went as these awesome people went about putting me back together again. "Okay," the consultant said as he picked up a mask with what I assume to be some sort of pain relief, "We need to reset your arm and leg," he said. "Will it hurt?" I asked as he placed the mask over my face. "Oh yes," he said warmly. Warmer than the words probably warranted. "But when you come round you won't remember a thing," he said as he injected something else into my arm and I was out for the count. I woke up to a very concerned-looking Mum and Dad. I burst into tears and Mum hugged me carefully from around the tubes and wires that were attached to me. "You okay?" she asked. I nodded, sniffling and blinking my eyes clear. "Scared the shit out of us," she said. A nurse came in and checked me over. Dad left while she did her checks as I was still naked underneath the sheet. When the nurse was done, dad came back in. I told them what had happened and started to calm down a little bit. I was very sore and very immobile. The consultant came in a while later and summed up my injuries, expected recovery time and prognosis. Fractured ankle -- six stitches where it broke the skin Fractured arm Fractured wrist Four broken ribs And a multitude of scratches and abrasions all over me, the worst being on my left hip where I bounced off the floor. Recovery time was expected to be six to ten weeks with bi-weekly check-ups in hospital. The prognosis was never guaranteed, but my age counted for me with me being so young and he would expect a full recovery after intensive physio. All the while Mum looked at me with her worried look as she realised just how badly I had hurt myself. "How the fuck did you manage that falling off a bike?" my Dad asked. He does have a way with words. "Talent," I replied with a very painful and instantly regrettable shrug of my shoulders. The consultant smiled at me and placed my clipboard back at the end of the bed. "We will keep you in for tonight at the very least," he said, "You need to be off the morphine before we can send you home. I will be back to see you later," he said. He thanked my Mum and Dad and then left the room. A nurse came in and checked my blood pressure and had a quick chat about nothing in particular. "Oh, yeah, there is an Andy? In the waiting room," she said, "Should I send him in?" I looked at her puzzled for a while and then it dawned on me he was one of the cyclists I had been with. No way had he stayed this long. How long had it been? I saw the clock and it was gone 8 pm. That was a lot of hours he had been sitting around waiting. "Yes please," I replied. She left and Mum and Dad both looked at me. "Andy hey?" they both asked at the same time. "Noooo," I said rolling my eyes, "he is just a friend," I added. He was. He didn't want to be and he made no secret that he fancied me, but I had said no and he hadn't pushed anything. He was maybe too old for me anyway, not sure how old he was, but he was definitely old enough to not meet the approval of my Dad, not that any boyfriend would ever meet such high standards I guess. There was a tap on the door and Andy came in. I smiled at him and said hi. Mum and Dad said they would go and grab a coffee. I asked for a coffee and some crisps, They said they would check with the nurse that I was allowed to eat first. "Hiya, you okay?" Andy asked when Mum and Dad had gone. "Yeah, kinda," I said, "You didn't have to stay." "I know," he said, "I have your bag with your phone and stuff in it, so didn't just want to leave." "Did you come in the helicopter with me?" I asked to which he nodded. "Wow, I really was out of it." Then I remembered the odd conversation I had with the air ambulance doctor. She wasn't asking if I had a boyfriend, she was asking if Andy was my boyfriend. I blushed. "Yep, you were," he agreed. "How are you?" he asked. "You were in the helicopter?" I clarified. "You saw me naked?" I said. The morphine reducing my filter as I just straight out said it. It wasn't really a question, it was more an observation. "I didn't look," he said. Of course he did. Roles reversed I would have looked. Even if it is someone who you are not attracted to seeing a dick is always too tempting. He fancied the arse off me, of course, he looked. "Bullshit," I said giggling. "I would have looked if it had been you," I added with a cheeky grin. Lack of filter again. He smiled knowingly at me as he non-verbally confirmed what I knew anyway. He defo saw me naked. "So how are you?" he asked again. I reeled off my injuries. "Wow, good job," he said. "How is my bike?" I asked, "In fact where is my bike?" "Dave has taken it back to his for you," he said, "and it is fine." "Thanks for staying," I said, "You are too nice," I added. He didn't reply to that. "Where do you want the bag?" he asked. "Oh, er, just on the side is fine," I said. He placed the bag on the side and stayed standing. "Thanks again," I said. He smiled at me and left me alone. Mum and Dad came back, without food for me, I wasn't allowed. With no food, I had no reason to stay awake and as the pain radiated from my ankle I pressed the morphine button and floated off into my dream world again. I missed the squirrels, they were good dancers. I felt someone lift the sheets higher up my body. Cracking open one eye I saw Mum tending to my decency. The sheet must have slipped and my boobs were exposed. "Does anyone else want to see my tits," today I wondered? I didn't say it, but I thought it. I fell asleep. They were ushered out at 10 as visiting ended at 9, but they always cut new patients a bit of slack on the timings. Mum said she would be back tomorrow and did I want anything. She had brought me clean underwear, clothes and pyjamas so I said I was okay. She placed my phone so I could reach it, kissed me on the head, as did Dad, and they both left. I remembered the conversation, but I wasn't sure if they had just gone or if they had been gone for ages. Time meant nothing at the moment to my brain. A nurse came in a while later and put a glass of water on my table. She glanced at the morphine status on my self-administered drip and saw it was green as I was allowed a dose and hadn't pressed the button. "Is the pain okay?" she asked when she saw I was awake. "Meh," I said shrugging, "I can't go home until I am off it." "Enjoy it," she said, "You will be a thousand times worse tomorrow when you stiffen up overnight, trust me. You are in for another day or two anyway." She handed me the bed remote control so I could sit myself up and get comfortable. "Can I have anything to eat?" I asked her. She checked the time and my notes. She did some maths in her head and nodded. "Yeah. The kitchen is closed though. Is toast okay?" she asked. "Sounds good," I replied. "Butter?" she asked. "Of course," I replied. "Lights out at half 10, but your bedside light will work all night if you want," she said. Her eyes flicked to my chest and back up to my face again. "Do you want some pyjamas on or anything? It is a mixed-sex ward," she asked as she lifted the sheet up. I wasn't actually showing anything, but I was showing a lot of chest, it was obvious I was topless at the very least. That was the first time I realised that I couldn't dress myself, but I did make a promise to myself that even if it was agony I was not asking for help with toilet stuff. "If you have time," I said as I felt tears again. "Of course I have time," she said wiping my eyes with a tissue and then looking through the bag that Mum had brought me, "101 Dalmatians. Awesome," she said as she commented on my pyjamas while smiling at me warmly. It was a strange sensation to be dressed by someone else. I have been undressed by other people before, but never dressed by them. She was so careful and patient as I slowly moved my very sore limbs to help her put my clothes on. Panties and shorts were easy enough. The top took a bit of puzzling though as she slid it over my right arm first, then my left arm and finally my head to keep the required bending and twisting to a minimum. She pulled it down and made sure it was comfortable. I didn't bother with a bra, and it felt so nice to have clothes on. I had been naked for hours. She came back with my toast and once I had eaten it I lowered my bed down and took her advice. Pressing the morphine button I was out like a light. I was kept in for the next day and as predicted, ow. I was fucked the entire day, and not in a good way. I barely saw the day as I spent most of it high on morphine. I was finally released the following day. As promised I managed to not need help for the super embarrassing toilet times, but even so, I was fairly useless. My right arm was in a sling with my left wrist in a brace, which I was allowed to remove for showers. My left ankle was in a boot-type thing that was not waterproof, but I could wrap my foot in a plastic bag which kept it dry. It was strong enough to enable me to hobble around the house, but I was confined to a wheelchair if I wanted to go any sort of distance. Climbing stairs was interesting and I was only allowed to do so when someone could stand behind me as I had to hobble upstairs without the ability to grab the handrail if I overbalanced. The last thing I needed was to face plant down the stairs. Mum tended to me more or less exclusively, most stuff that I needed help with required some sort of nudity on my behalf and so dad and brother were excluded where possible. The only time I needed help was when Mum was at work and I needed to get ready for bed. After the best part of an hour I had managed to wriggle a t-shirt on and some shorts, but I couldn't twist enough to reach the clasp to remove my bra. Kind of embarrassing to ask your Dad to take your bra off for you. He did, and he did it with what can only be described as a professionalism. I had a top on so I was never visually exposed, but even so, it is fairly intimate having your Dad unclip your bra and then reach up the front of your t-shirt to pull it off. It took him a while to work out the logistics of how to get my arms out of the straps without removing my t-shirt, which was not an option. He managed though and I maintained the majority of my dignity as well. He did "cop a feel" when he reached up the front of my t-shirt but I am assuming that was entirely accidental. Credit where credit is due, my tits are tiny, good shot if it was on purpose It is amazing how quickly you get used to what were previously alien situations. Except for the occasional accidental flash or when I was very hung over and she saw my bum and bare back she had never seen me head to toe naked. It went from a fairly conservative relationship in the nudity stakes to her having very liberal and intimate knowledge of my body. She dressed me in the mornings, she undressed me at night and in the middle, she showered me. She did offer to put me some swimwear on, but as she would be putting the swimwear on for me it was kind of pointless. It was a little awkward at first as she stripped me naked and saw me in my full glory for the first time. I was anxious that she would comment on my shaved pussy, but of course, she didn't. Ultimately it was none of her business and hardly a strange revelation that an 18-year-old was hairless from the neck down. While showering me she touched me in places that had previously been reserved for myself and my boyfriends. It was never sexual though, or even naughty, it was just what had to be done. Yes, she saw me naked two or three times a day, but she didn't look. If that makes sense. The conversation was as it would have been around the dinner table, but instead, she was soaping up my naked body at the time. She was very measured with the water jets of the shower. Even legs closed I can get myself pretty worked up with just the water jets aimed correctly. I assume she was well aware of this fact being a fellow owner of a clit and avoided any prolonged contact with the water and my privates. Days turned into a couple of weeks and then it happened. She had to go away with work over the weekend, from Thursday night through to Sunday afternoon. She could shower me Thursday before she went and Sunday when she got back, but that left two days of no shower. I always showered, usually, twice a day when I could do it myself and the thought of going two days without made me feel a little bit ill. I wasn't doing much to work up a sweat, but even so, ew. She did offer to cancel her work event, but I wouldn't let her. Yes, it was a personal disaster at this moment in time, but in a few months time, it would be laughed about. "Hey Sophie, remember when you went two days without showering? Skanky bitch." "You can always ask your Dad," she said sheepishly. It was a suggestion that she knew was a none starter. "Erm... no," I said as I worked out in my head if I could shower myself. No was the answer. Not safely anyway. I probably physically could manage it, but I would be so unsteady in the shower that it just wasn't worth the risk. "Will Hanna not come round?" she asked. "Yeah, maybe," I said. She would in a heartbeat, but I wasn't sure if I wanted her to feel pressured into helping me shower. Like we were close, but we were absolutely nowhere near soaping boobs and vaginas sort of relationship. She showered me on Thursday, dressed me and laid out loose clothing that was easy to get on and off so I could do the majority of it myself. I wouldn't be able to wear a bra, but I didn't usually anyway and socks were far too advanced. Well, sock, the boot around my right foot stopped any chance of putting a sock on that foot. She kissed me goodbye and then she was gone. Thursday was uneventful, as was the majority of Friday. It took me an hour to dress in the morning, but I managed it. Now is probably a good time to mention the other things that require hands to do effectively, or at least fingers anyway. To cut to the chase it had been 16 days since I had fingered myself. Over 384 hours since I have had an orgasm and my body was well and truly at the stage now of "What the actual fuck? Come on... let's play." I wasn't in a perpetual state of horniness by any stretch of the imagination, but I had wet a couple of pairs of panties with just the use of my imagination. I did try a few times to play with myself, but even with just a broken wrist and even if I removed the brace I couldn't get the angle to fuck myself. Fingers or sex toys. Both were uncomfortable. A vibrator would have done the job, but me being me mine all needed batteries and I didn't have the range of movement or strength in my hands to put new batteries in. I could of course have asked someone to put in fresh batteries for me, but even with my newfound liberal relationship with my Mum, I still drew the line at "Hey Mum. Can you be a love and put new batteries in my Rabbit please? I need to cum." In desperation, I even tried forgoing pyjamas and gave humping a pillow a go. Didn't work, I will try it again when I have more mobility. Her suggestion of asking dad to shower me was playing on my mind I knew that it was just making the situation worse. It was akin to cooking bacon next to someone who was nil by mouth, but at the same time, that damn voice was in my head. You know the one, the devil, the troublemaker. "Get your Dad to shower you... go on..." it said. Then it said those two words that I couldn't resist. "Dare ya." I paused at the prospect that my self-daring brain had conjured up. I didn't want him to see me naked, but that is what made it so alluring. It was the helplessness of it, it was the fact that I was physically unable to do it for myself. I didn't need him to do it, I would be okay not showering for a day or two. It wasn't a sexual aspect at all. It was purely the taboo. The helplessness and embarrassment. I physically couldn't shower myself. A dad should never see his daughter naked. At least not in western social situations. I sat on the sofa watching the sport that Dad had on TV. I glanced at him a few times and almost bottled it totally. I took a deep breath though. "Dad..." I said. "Yeah..." he replied sounding distracted by what was on TV. "Can you help me shower?" I asked. That snapped his attention from the TV. "Yeah, of course," he said instantly, but I could see the cogs whirling in his head as he realised the connotations of such a request. "Now?" he asked. "Whenever you are free," I said, "After this, if you want," I added as I nodded towards the TV. "Now is fine," he said switching off the TV. My heart was pounding and I felt the dizzying rush of adrenaline. It wasn't too late to chicken out. He helped me get up and followed me upstairs and into my room. "How much help do you need?" he asked. "I am fairly useless," I said, "Sorry if it is weird then I can wait. It is fine," I said giving him a get-out if he was really uncomfortable with it. "Don't be daft, it is fine," he said. We went to the bathroom and he locked the door behind us. Not that anyone would come in. He was awkward as he stood in the bathroom with me. It was like the "first time", you both know where it is going, but you have no idea how to get there. "How do you do it?" he asked. "Just slowly and don't bend me too much," I said with a smile. He started with my t-shirt, I guess in his mind that was the least "valuable" item of clothing I was wearing. He didn't realise that it was all I was wearing. I didn't have a bra on, Mum had purposefully left me braless so I could get myself ready for bed unaided. He carefully threaded the t-shirt down and off my arms and then lifted it over my head. As he dropped it on the floor his eyes landed on my bare breasts. I saw the surprise in his expression as he was fully expecting me to have a bra on. Every instinct that I had was telling me to cover myself, but I knew that it was pointless, he was seeing more than this. We had gone too far now to back out of it, I was committed, and he was seeing me naked. He pushed my shorts down and negotiated them off and then looked and paused at my panties. "Sorry," I said shyly. It was an odd apology to say the least, it was me exposed and embarrassed, but this was entirely my choice. I didn't have to be in the situation that I was in, but he kind of did. His obligation to look after me removed his choice and for a second I felt guilty. I turned away, purely for modesty reasons and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as my Dad relieved me of my panties. He helped me take off the wrist brace and supported me getting into the shower. He heated the water up and washed it across my leg to make sure the temperature was okay. "Yeah, that is fine," I said. He rinsed my hair and swept the shower across my bare body. He squirted the shampoo and washed my hair for me making sure to keep it out of my eyes. Rinsing it out of my hair I knew that it was getting closer to the time when I had to turn around. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a second for courage and then turned around to face him. His eyes seemed to lock onto my own, maintaining eye contact for a solid few seconds. I am not sure if it was curiosity or just the fact that it was inevitable and he would have to look at some point, but his eyes flickered south a couple of times. Each time he looked he looked for longer and when he saw me looking at him he broke into a shy grin. Mum had been shaving my legs and underarms which somehow gave me a bit of confidence. Crazy I know, totally naked and yet having shaved legs and underarms was somehow giving me comfort. I was very aware of my pubes though, several weeks worth of growth and they definitely needed doing. They were beyond the stage of needing waxing and well into the stage of needing trimming they were that long. "Fucking hell," he said under his breath in a tone that can only be described as admiration. His instant blush proved that he didn't mean to say anything and my reciprocated blush seemed to make it worse. "Sorry, you look like... your Mum... used to," he said stammering his way through what was surely a very inappropriate comment. I am sure that I do look fairly similar, I mean, I am half her and have the same bits. "Eww, too much info," I said. My very teenage response lightened the atmosphere and we both laughed. "Sorry," he said as he switched to the body wash and started on my shoulders. He avoided my breasts, circling around them, my arms, my sides and my stomach before taking a virtual deep breath and soaping up my breasts. His touch felt way nicer than it should have done. I was getting off on my dad touching me and despite my horny state, I knew that was wrong. Didn't stop it from being true though and I blushed as my nipples stiffened as he washed me. He applied more body wash and did my legs, hips, bum, and finally my pussy. He wasn't as thorough as Mum was, I guess he wasn't sure what was deemed as washing and what was deemed as sexual assault. For the record, go for it, stay a long way away from penetration, but you can be fairly thorough and even quite rough. He switched the shower back on and starting from my head he rinsed the soap off me. Sweeping down my body I turned around for him and he rinsed my back. I opened my legs slightly for him and he took the hint that there needed the soap rinsing off as well and he did my bum. That sounds wrong, he didn't "do my bum", but yeah, you know what I mean, he rinsed the soap off. I turned around and he did the same process at the front. He however is not an owner of a clit and so was not aware of just how nice that could feel. He didn't do it on purpose, it was an innocent side effect of his thoroughness and his conscious effort to touch me as little as possible, but yeah, tingles and I blushed again when I heard an involuntary moan escape my lips. Not an obviously sexual moan, more a gasp, but yeah... I was getting off on it. "You okay?" he asked. I looked at him and blushed even more. "Yeah, sorry," I said. I closed my eyes as he needed to know if he kept doing what he was doing I would eventually cum and as it had been 385 hours since I have orgasmed it probably wouldn't take me long. I needed to tell him so he would stop as I was not strong enough to just twist my pussy away from the water jets, it needed it nearly as much as my brain craved it. He didn't need to see my eyes though when I admitted to it. "That feels way too nice," I said. He paused for a second and then I felt the water jets rapidly move away. "Shit, so sorry," he said. I opened my eyes and what can only be described as a look of sympathy looked back at me. He will have put two and two together. It had been a looooong time since I had self-administered my own pleasure and he now knew this. He looked at me for longer than was comfortable and for a scary moment I thought he was going to offer some sort of relief. It was scary, not because I had just indirectly admitted to my own Dad that I was overdue a damn good fingering. It was scary because if he moved the shower jets back knowing what the result would have been I wouldn't have stopped him. Instead, he met me halfway. "Do you want a minute?" he asked as he offered his daughter time alone to fuck herself if she wanted. "No," I said shaking my head somewhat stunned at his very blunt question. "Does it really feel that nice?" he asked. I stared at him stunned. Had he really just asked his 18-year-old daughter that question? Do water jets between the legs feel nice? Fuck yes they do. From experience from sharing a shower with a guy it feels fairly awesome for guys as well, surely he knew that? "Well... yeah," I said answering more out of surprise than a conscious decision. He blushed as he realised what he had just asked me and we both giggled again. "Thanks for the offer, but that would be really weird if I had a minute," I said with a coy smile. I soooo wanted a minute alone with the shower, but imagine the awkwardness when I was 'finished'. Calling him back in. "Hey, Dad, I have cum now, can you come and finish off?" Wrong on many levels. I still needed to cum though. He smiled at me, gave me another full body sweep of the shower, making sure to avoid my pussy this time and then switched it off. He wrapped me in a towel so I was decent and gently dried me off. "Do you need help dressing?" he asked. "If you don't mind, it takes me an hour," I said. "What do you wear in bed?" he asked with a tone of genuine intrigue as he didn't know what I wore in bed. "Panties and a vest, which will be under my pillow," I said. He retrieved my vest and opened my underwear drawer to get some panties out for me. I froze and watched as he grabbed a pair. That was the drawer where my sex toys were. I didn't have the same fear when Mum went in that drawer, she knew what teenage girls keep hidden in their underwear drawer, so only ever retrieved items from the very top. Okay, it would have taken a fairly deep dive to find one of them, but his hand was mere centimetres from them. "These okay?" he asked dangling a black pair of my panties off the end of his finger. I nodded. "Do you wear a bra?" he asked to which I shook my head. He dressed me. It was cute that he struggled to get my panties on while I was still wrapped in the towel. It would have been less drawn out if he didn't bother, but I did appreciate the effort. He dried my hair in the awkward way that a person who has never needed to use a hair dryer does it. He was moving the dryer too quickly, but I didn't comment, it would have felt a little ungrateful to point out his shit technique. He went downstairs to get me a drink, switched my light off and said good night. "Thanks," I said. "Hey, no worries." he said, "Do you need anything else?" "No, I am okay," I said. "I will leave my phone on loud," he said, "If you need anything just text or ring, any time of the night," he added. "Cheers Dad," I said smiling at him. "Night love," he said as he kissed me on the forehead. "Night," I said as he left my room. Damn, I needed to cum. So badly. I just lay in my bed for a while until he stopped moving around. I am not sure if he went to bed as well, or if he was back downstairs again. Once I was satisfied I was unlikely to get disturbed I wriggled my panties down to my knees. I wasn't wearing my wrist brace, but my left arm was in a sling still. I flexed my right wrist a few times, but even before I did it I knew it was going to be really painful. I tried a few times to find a comfortable angle, but it was no use. Hope turned into despair and then turned into frustration. Opening my bedside drawer I took out a dildo, but even with that, I couldn't twist my wrist enough to get the correct angle and pace to get myself off. I hated that I was so disorganised. I had a couple of vibrators that would finish me off in seconds, but me being me they all needed batteries. I cursed myself for not paying the extra for rechargeable toys. They needed a decent grip and dexterity to get into the battery compartments and I had neither. I even tried with my teeth. There is an image for you, a sexually frustrated teenager with a sex toy in her mouth as she tries to break into the battery compartment. There was a tap at my door. "Yeah?" I said once I had closed my legs and ensured that I was decent. My brother came in. "Hey, just heading downstairs, do you need anything bringing up?" he asked. "No ta," I replied, "Thanks though." It felt very naughty to have my panties around my knees while hiding a dildo underneath the duvet while talking to my brother. He left my room and closed the door. I pulled my panties back up, rolled onto my side and went to sleep. I woke up less horny. It is all relative though. The less you can do something the more you need it. I got up and hobbled to the bathroom. I went only wearing what I had slept in, which was pretty much underwear. It was way too early for my brother to be awake, and dad had just seen me naked and showered me. He must have heard me moving around and when I got back into my room there was a tap at my door. "Yeah," I said straight away just assuming that it would be Dad and not Graham. I rested a hand between my legs to cover my underwear in case it was Graham, but I moved it again as soon as I saw it was Dad. "Oh, sorry," he said when he saw I was not really decent. "Do you need help dressing?" he asked. His eyes not focusing on me. I know that it is silly, but I didn't want him to see me naked again. I don't know why. Pride maybe. I hated not being independent. I could dress myself. It took me a while, but I could do it. With showering, I physically was not able. "I will manage," I said. "Okay, shout if you need anything," he said. The day was fairly dull, but Hanna came around after dinner and so that made it better. We had a few drinks but didn't get drunk as the last thing I needed was to fall over drunk. Mainly because Mum would kill me if I did that. She became my nurse and general slave as she got the drinks and generally ran around after me. We watched a couple of films and then just settled on a music channel while we chatted. My brother came in to see if I wanted anything as he didn't realise Hanna was here. He spent a little too long trying to drag out the conversation as he fancied Hanna and in a cruel display of leading on Hanna indulged him. It was friendly enough and had no malice in it, but she had no intention of doing anything with him other than some casual flirting and maybe a teasey dance if she ever saw him on a night out. I had a similar relationship with her brother. It was a good ego boost if nothing else. "Are you staying over?" I asked her at around half 9 pm. "Yeah, can do," she said, "If you don't mind?" "No, of course not," I said. "I'll grab a shower," she said. "Show off," I replied with a smile. She looked puzzled for a second, but then connected the dots. "Ha, no way, can you not shower yourself?" she asked. "Not really," I replied shaking my head, "I would fall or something." "Like an old person," she giggled. "Yeah yeah, like an old person," I conceded. "Do you want a shower?" she asked which took me by surprise a little bit. I hadn't really thought about it. I hadn't had one all day, so yeah, I would usually, but I equally hadn't been anywhere or worked up any sort of a sweat, so I would probably be okay. "Come on, I will help," she said as she stood up. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah sure," she said, "What are friends for?" she asked rhetorically. We got sorted and went to the bathroom. She got herself a clean towel from the cupboard and locked the door behind us. She threaded me out of my t-shirt and took my shorts off leaving me just wearing panties. She took her top off revealing her bra. "Who first?" I asked as I watched her undress. "Together?" she half said and half suggested, "Saves me getting piss wet through if I showered you separately?" "Er.. sure," I said as she continued to undress. She double-checked that the bathroom door was locked before she dropped her panties. She was really sexy and cute, dressed or naked, but I was staring at her. She really was super cute naked. Her breasts were 34C and their youth easily resisted the pull of gravity. They had a firm bounce when she was walking around, but otherwise, they were perfectly pert. She didn't shave, but she was very well trimmed down there. A small dark patch of pubic hair adorned her neat pussy. Her slim and well-toned body was really sexy. Helped massively by her relaxed demeanour. Confidence definitely helps sexiness and she had it in abundance. Especially around me, we don't prance around naked regularly, but we have seen each other hundreds of times. Once she was happy the door was locked after a triple check she relieved me of my panties so I was also naked and covered up my casts to stop them from getting wet. She helped me into the shower and followed me in. She closed the door behind us, switched the shower on and we had a shower together. We did it at swimming, but we wore costumes there as they were communal showers. Showering with a naked girl didn't feel anywhere near as weird as I expected. She did her hair and washed herself first and then helped me. She soaped up my hair and rinsed it and then did my body. She did my back first and when I turned around she massaged the foam over my chest and down to my waist. She looked at me for a second but didn't wait for permission or anything she slid her hand down below my waist. "How does having pubes feel?" she asked as she lathered them up. "Weird," I grinned back at her as I felt tingles. "Really weird," I added, but that was mainly this sensation. She wasn't fingering me, but fuck me, she was being a tease. Intentionally or not she was lathering me up way more than was necessary. "I think it is the first time I have ever seen you with them," she said. "Are you managing to do your legs?" she asked. "No, Mum did them for me the other day," I said, "And my underarms." I looked down at her nakedness. She has never been hairless down there, at least to my knowledge and after a few weeks of natural growth I was not far behind her in pube coverage. She maintained a very short style and trimmed them into a very small bikini-friendly design. Compared to her, I was looking a bit untidy. "Do you want waxing?" she asked. "Do you mind?" I asked. With any sort of time to think about that question, I would have said, "No ta, I will be fine." Put on the spot though and I asked her if she minded. If she minded she wouldn't have offered. Would it be weird? Yeah, probably. Would I do it for her if the roles were reversed? Yeah, probably. "Nar," she said, "What do you use? Veet?" she confirmed as she saw a bottle on the side. I nodded and she rinsed the soap off me. She read the instructions and massaged the cream between my legs. I opened my legs for her and she was fairly thorough. Leaving it the allotted time she scraped it off and marvelled at the mix of hair and Veet cream as they swirled down the drain. "That is so awesome." she grinned. "Is that okay?" she asked. "Yeah, great, thanks," I said as I checked myself as best I could. She reapplied some body wash and made sure that there was no Veet left, which required her hand very much between my legs. I felt a tingle as she washed me, but I let it go as I assumed her very much "close to fingering me" touch was a mistake. She stroked her hand between my legs again though, across my pussy and trailing her fingers over my clit. I looked at her and she grinned back at me mischievously. "How long has it been?" she giggled. "Weeks," I admitted. "Damn, poor you," she said as she gently swept the shower jets across my pussy. "Can't you do it at all?" she asked. I didn't close my legs and she gently circled the shower around my pussy in a way that indicated that she has done this to herself more than once. "No," I said just opting for honesty. I let her tease me with the shower. I didn't move or even breathe, I just stared at her while I felt my body come alive sexually. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck that feels so fucking nice," I whispered softly. She grinned at me and kept adjusting the angle of the shower and the distance of it from my pussy. She gently rocked it back and forth simulating a massaging sensation between my legs. She clearly played with herself in the shower and she could tell from my reactions what felt nice and what was indifferent. She quickly focused in on a distance and angle. "Oh my God," I mumbled quietly, "I will cum if you keep doing that," I warned softly. Opening my eyes and looking directly at her. "Yeah... kinda the idea," she grinned back at me. "Really?" I asked looking at her. She knew what the result of this would be if she kept doing what she was doing, but I felt the need to confirm that fact. I leaned against the wall of the shower and surrendered myself. I needed this so badly. I knew that I wasn't going to last long and the tingling between my legs was quickly spreading throughout my body. I could hear myself breathing more urgently. All the while Hanna just watched me. Adjusting the shower jets constantly so my body didn't get used to the sensation and yet not changing them enough to ruin the pleasure. I squeezed at my left nipple with my right-hand fingers and twisted it between my fingers. She grinned at me as she watched me. Her eyes were alternating between what the water jets were doing between my legs, what my fingers were doing to my nipple and what my face was doing as I slowly lost control of my body. "You are so fucking cute," she whispered. I blushed as my best mate watched me get off. We were close and shared everything, never orgasm though, at least not until now anyway. "I am so close," I whispered. "Can you cum quietly?" she asked. The bathroom was fully tiled and very echoey. I am sure it sounds louder in the shower than it does from outside the room, but even so, it was not soundproofed. We didn't want a screamer. "Yeah," I said nodding my head. She shifted her position and I looked at her to see why she moved. I felt her hand slide between my legs and then felt two of her fingers slide inside me. "Oh fuck," I gasped as I felt her penetrate me. I was not expecting her to do that, but there was no way I was complaining. Quite the opposite in fact. She gently stroked them in and out of me and she fingered me. It felt nicer than when I did it to myself. Her technique was the same as mine, and yet the added sensation of it not being me tipped me over the edge and I orgasmed. "So fucking cute," she grinned as she watched me orgasm. She pulled her fingers out of me and let the shower finish me off while she watched me. I twisted my hips to the side and she took the hint that I was done. She rinsed me off again and switched off the shower. I was still catching my breath as she wrapped me in a towel before towelling herself. She dried herself before helping me. Wrapping the towel around me and tucking it in she unlocked the bathroom and we went back to my room. Halfway back my brother came upstairs and looked at us with a puzzled, but intrigued expression. "Have you two just showered together?" he asked. "Yeah," Hanna said dismissively as though it was something we did all the time. We didn't "Fucking hell," he said staring at her. "She is your sister you sicko," Hanna grinned at him. We went into my room and Hanna put on some panties and a t-shirt to sleep in while I did my best to dry myself. It was a token effort at best and once she was done she finished the job. "What do you wear?" she asked me as she retrieved my vest from under my pillow. Is that the standard place to store sleepwear when not wearing it? Either way, I always did, and she knew that was where my PJs went in the morning. "Not supposed to wear anything tight fitting after using Veet," I said. "Ooo, just the vest then?" she said grinning at me while she held up the vest to reinforce how small it was. "Probably not," I said, "I will get a long t-shirt," I said. I selected a long t-shirt and she helped me into it. Even though it was one of my longer ones it was still not really long enough to have nothing on underneath it. "Do you want some shorts as well?" she offered. I shook my head. I did, but it was late and I couldn't be bothered. Even with someone else dressing you it was still a faff to get shorts on over a supportive boot-type thing. Plus shorts baggy enough to get over the boot and not be too fitted would be fairly pointless in any sort of decency preservation. Shorts or not, if anyone saw up the t-shirt they would very likely be seeing the lot anyway. "Can't be arsed with the faff," I said. "Good answer," Hanna agreed, "Me neither. Are we going to bed anyway?" "Yeah, can do," I said with a shrug. It was still fairly early, but we had no further plans to do anything so we had may as well be in bed. We lay in bed, chatting and listening to music. "Thanks," I said after a while. "Hey, no worries," she replied. "17 days is too long for anyone," she grinned at me. "Fuck yes it is," I said and smiled back at her. "Thanks though," I said. "Not a problem," she said, "First time I have ever got another girl off," she said grinning at me. "Yeah, my first time as well," I replied smiling at her, "Although the shower did a lot of the leg work," I said. "Yeah, I guess, but you didn't go cross-eyed until I stuck two fingers in you," she said grinning at me. Her bluntness was funny and very utilitarian. I am not sure if she enjoyed doing it or if it was just a mate helping a mate out. "Yeah, penetration is what gets me off," I said deciding to not comment on her bluntness. "Girls are so much less messy," she observed, "A guy would have sprayed me in the face and all over the shower," she said. "Eww yeah, they are so messy when they go off," I giggled, "We are much more demure," I added. We listened to music while we sorted out sleeping positions and the duvet. I had a king-sized bed and both of us being fairly small we could pretty much both starfish if we wanted to. There was a definite line in the bed though, her side and my side. It wasn't enforced as it had never needed to be. Usual encroachment from a guy was because he was feeling lucky and wanted me to open my legs, or probably more favourable, my mouth for a quick BJ and ideally, swallow. Even so though we had our own side and we stuck to it. We switched the light off, turned down the TV and chatted for a while. The conversation slowed down as we started to get sleepy, but it didn't dry up as quickly as it usually did. "Are you asleep?" Hanna whispered after a few minutes of silence. "No," I whispered back. "Oh," she said sounding surprised and I felt her move in the bed. I glanced at her over my shoulder and saw a guilty expression. I quickly put 2 and 2 together. I rolled to face her and grinned at her. "Is someone horny?" I teased. "No!" she said defensively, but her walls quickly crumbled and she grinned at me mischievously. "Yeah... back in a sec," she said as she started to get out of bed. "Do it here," I said, "Let me watch." "Why?" she asked. Genuine question and one I didn't really have a good answer for. To make it even or just curiosity I guess. She had seen me cum, only fair I got to see her. I shrugged my shoulders. "Just curious I guess," I said. She looked at me for a few moments as she considered my request. It was encouraging that she hadn't just said no, laughed at my silly request and gone to the bathroom for a suspiciously long time. "Do you want to?" she asked. Now it was my turn to be unsure. I didn't not want to, but I didn't have a burning desire to watch my mate finger herself. It was just a curiosity. "Kinda yeah," I admitted. "Light off," she said to which I nodded. My curtains were shit and the street light outside my window made a light being off a fairly moot point. It wasn't daylight levels of bright, but now my eyes have adjusted having no light on was not a hindrance for viewing purposes. She took her t-shirt off which surprised me a little bit. I was expecting a hand discretely down the front of her panties sort of display. She wriggled her panties off and let the duvet fall off her as I painfully rolled onto my side so I could see. She was clearly self-conscious and so I was just a silent observer. I watched her check she was wet enough before sliding first one finger and then a second finger inside herself. Exactly how I do it. She started off really slowly. I am not sure if that is how she always does it, or if she was nervous about me watching. She gradually picked up the pace going deeper and firmer as she let the pleasure take over. I just watched. Her breathing began to break and she started shifting her position to accommodate her masturbation. Opening her legs wider, she slid her left hand down the front of her body as she stroked herself while fingering. She used her left hand to tease her clit. I am purely a one-hand girl, fingers in and thumb to rub myself off quicker. She was fingering herself with her right hand though and then using two fingers on her left hand to rub herself. I did notice that she wasn't doing it directly though. Or if she was her clit was in a weird place. Her index and middle fingers separated to go around her clit and not directly over it. That would drive me insane, in a frustrating way, but it was definitely working for her. She looked at me and blushed a little as I was clearly just staring at her with no comments. She slowed down a little and twisted her legs together, but left her hands between them. "So weird being watched," she said softly. "So fucking sexy though," I whispered back to her. I had meant it to sound encouraging, but it did sound a little creepy. Short of rubbing my hands on my thighs and calling her a little girl it sounded pretty much 100% fairly creepy. I am not sure if she didn't hear it as creepy, or if she was in need of release. Either way, she opened her legs again and kept going. "Feels so good," she whispered. I am not sure if it was to me in particular, or just a general observation. "Don't be loud," I warned. She nodded her head. "I'm not," she said. I watched her. Lying on my bed doing to herself what I have done to myself hundreds of times. I didn't even need to be horny to do it. Just being bored was enough if I had time and was unlikely to get disturbed. Her breathing was very laboured now and she let out a couple of involuntary gasps. They were whisper quiet, but I was so hyper-aware of any sort of suspicious noise it sounded like it was done over a loudspeaker. I didn't comment though or remind her to be quiet. Her eyes closed and when she opened them again it was just the whites of her eyes looking back at me. "I am cumming," she whispered. Her eyes rolled back and looked at me for a second and then they rolled into the back of her head again as she orgasmed. She shivered and twitched on her back as she stopped fingering her clit and sped up with them inside her. I watched her, intrigued and honoured that she had just let me watch her during her most vulnerable. "Teehee," she said as she looked at me self-consciously as she folded her legs together, "Needed that," she announced after she had come down from her climax. She smiled at me and I smiled back. I handed her the duvet which she took then she curled up on her side facing me. "A literal eye-rolling orgasm," I said smiling at her. "Ha, did I?" she said giggling, "Didn't realise I did that." "Yeah, just the whites of your eyes," I said to her. "Sooooo fucking sexy though that. Thanks," I said. "No prob," she said, "I saw you." "You kinda did me," I said matter-of-factly. "Yeah.. you owe me," she grinned. She wasn't joking, but she also wasn't expecting me to actually return the favour. It was just an observation. A playful curiosity produced my next comment. It wasn't a serious offer or even a genuine suggestion, but I said it anyway. My mouth engaged long before my brain applied the filter. "Well both of my hands are useless, what do you want me to do? Eat you?" I said grinning at her. I expected an eww, or a laugh and giggle at the suggestion I went down on her, but instead, she just looked at me. She looked at me like I look at a guy who suggests anal. An intrigued interest. She wasn't sure if she would enjoy it or not, but she was horny and she "may" like it. A tongue is a tongue ultimately, so a guy licking her or a girl licking her, it really doesn't make much difference at the end of the day. "Would you?" she asked. She looked at me in a way that she has never looked at me before. An attraction that wasn't just friends, it was something more than that. I was like a rabbit in the headlights as I stared back at her. "Er.." I said stalling for time. I had no idea if I would or not. 10 seconds ago I had never even seriously thought about going down on a girl, yet here I was. "Do you want me to?" I asked. She looked at me trying to gauge my reaction. Neither of us had displayed any sort of interest in girls, let alone each other, We were mates and all that, we had giggly conversations about how shit guys were and how much less hassle fucking a girl would be. For one, you wouldn't need to remember to take the pill every day. A girl wouldn't "accidentally" cum in your mouth, or "slip out" and ram a cock up your ass. She swallowed. "In a weird way yeah... I kinda do," she said. She was still naked and my eyes were drawn down her naked body. I wondered what she tasted like. I have tasted myself. Again, teenage curiosity, licking fingers or even a sex toy, just to try it. I had no idea how to eat a girl out, but I guess the first time I had sank to my knees and sucked a dick I had even less idea what I was doing and he hadn't complained. At least I have my own vagina and knew what was what and where. I smiled at her and looked down at her pussy. I held my stare for too long and she covered herself shyly. We were laying close together, closer than was strictly required when sharing a king-sized bed which put her within reach. I leaned in halfway and she met me and we kissed. A proper kiss, our tongues tentatively touching and then exploring each other's mouths. She tasted so nice. The feint taste of toothpaste was still on her tongue. I slowly and painfully manoeuvred so I was knelt up as I worked out the logistics of eating her out. With two, or at least one working arm it is easy, but it is an awkward position when you can't support yourself. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs. I knelt between them and slowly lowered myself down. It wasn't meant as a tease, but it probably was. I was making sure I didn't overbalance and fall onto her. She was wide open, and her pussy was still glistening with wetness from her masturbation moments earlier. She watched me as I got closer and then her eyes widened as my tongue gently touched her pussy. Her taste was weird but in a good way. She didn't taste the same as me, but not that dissimilar either. "Oh my God," she whispered as I gently licked at her pussy. I grinned up at her as I licked her. Each time my tongue touched her I could see her legs tense and her stomach muscles contract as the pleasure flowed through her. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue over her. Her entire body tensed and she stared down at me. "Oh fuck, that is awesome," she said a little louder than I deemed comfortable. "Shhh," I urged as I was in a fairly vulnerable position if anyone came in. Granted she was hardly decent, on her back, legs wide open with her best mate licking between her legs, but I was ass in the air wearing only a t-shirt, I would be very on show if anyone came in. I guess from a practical standpoint being noisy was the better option, no one was going to come in if they could hear we were having sex. Okay, Graham might, but he would know I would kill him if he did. Being quiet was actually more likely for someone to come in to say good night or just to check on us. "Will you cum without fingers?" I asked her. "Yeah," she nodded, "That feels fucking awesome," she added as she gently rested her hand on the back of my head and pushed me back into her pussy. I hated when guys did that, but it was less offensive when a cock didn't go down your throat. I buried my face into her and licked at her. I concentrated on her clit with just the occasional lick across her pussy. She was so wet, her excitement coated my tongue each time I licked her. She pushed her hand between her legs and stopped me. I looked up at her wondering if she had cum, or if I was just shit at it. "Get on your back," she said. "Why?" I said rhetorically. There was only one reason for me to be on my back. We were going to 69. I manoeuvred onto my back and she straddled my face. She lowered herself down so I could reach and I picked up where I left off. I could feel her breath which was cool against my wetness as she got closer and closer. Her first lick was more a jab of her tongue than a lick. A taster. Literally, a flick of her tongue into my pussy as she tasted me. She licked my clit and then sucked it into her mouth. Grazing it with her teeth I felt like I was going to wet myself. The intensity of her tongue was insane, she was just licking me, no fingers, nothing else, just her tongue. She rested her hands on the inside of my thighs and pushed my legs as wide open as they would go. I am fairly flexible, I was not far off the splits as she ate me out. We were both moaning softly and breathing heavily as we 69'ed. Trying to maintain oxygen while your body tries to stop breathing while trying to coordinate your own tongue is really difficult. "I'm cumming," Hanna whispered. She stopped licking me and looked down her body at my face between her legs. She was gently humping at my tongue as I kept the same rhythm and pace. "Ooooo fuck yes..." she moaned softly. I could feel her pussy contracting and relaxing as she orgasmed on my tongue. Her excitement flowed out of her by her involuntary contractions and coated my tongue. I swallowed it as I licked her. "Yes yes yes," she moaned as she had sex with my tongue. Staring down at me I stared back at her. She was just so cute, her innocent face seemed to contrast with the orgasm that was straining her entire body. She lifted off me, but I followed her with my tongue. She moved off me entirely and laid down between my legs. She looked up at me and grinned. She kissed me between the legs. Then as she kissed me again I felt her push a finger inside me. "Oh yes," I whispered down at her as I watched her. She added a second and started to finger me while she flicked her tongue over my clit. She gently teased her left hand over my tummy and under my t-shirt. Sliding her hand further up she gently stroked it across my breasts before circling my right nipple. It reacted to her touch instantly and I didn't last long. The sensation was almost too much. Her tongue caressing my clit, her fingers deep inside me and her other fingers gently teasing and playing with my nipple. Biting my own lip to stop myself from screaming I orgasmed. She lifted off me and removed her fingers from inside me. She grinned at me and got off the bed. "Back in a sec," she said. I watched her walk towards the door and reach for the handle. "Er.. clothes?" I suggested just before she opened the door naked. "It is like half 1," she said, "Will anyone be up?" I double-checked the time amazed at how late it was. We had been being naughty for a good couple of hours. Time really did fly when you were having fun. "Didn't realise it was that late," I said, "No, probably not." She smiled at me, opened the door and disappeared to the bathroom. While she was gone I got up and when she came back I went as well. She did offer to help, but I was fine. When I got back she was in bed and watching TV. She watched me come towards the bed and smiled at me. "Are you going to sleep naked?" she asked. "I can do," I replied, "Are you?" She nodded in reply and as though she needed to prove it she folded the duvet back to expose her nudity. I let her help me out of my t-shirt and got in bed with her, both of us naked. "That was fucking awesome," she said. "Yeah... it really was," I replied. I was genuinely surprised at just how good it was. As a girl who gets off on penetration I expected to miss a penis, but honestly, that was probably the best sex I have ever had. It was definitely the nicest orgasm I have had which wasn't the result of masturbation. The lack of urgency, the time taken and the fact that there was no pressure. Climax was inevitable, but it wasn't the goal, just the experience was what we both wanted out of it. Not that either of us was complaining that we did orgasm. Not once did we ask each other if we were close, or if what we were doing was feeling nice. We just knew. I gradually got my independence back over the next few weeks. I was healing well and despite the pain, I did the physio as instructed meticulously. I had a fairly obvious scar on my hip, but I was assured that it would fade over time. I didn't ask how much time as I suspected that I wouldn't like the answer. At 18 "time" was a few days. I suspected it was going to be more likely measured in months though. Hanna and I didn't do it again. We slept together in a "just friends" way, but it wasn't sexual. I am not sure if I was disappointed or not. I was glad that I tried it, it was an awesome experience to sleep with a girl, but I am fairly sure I am straight. Now don't get me wrong, offer me an FFM threesome and after faux "don't wanna be too keen" hesitation I would be up for that. Andy was awesome, he brought me my bike back and was generally helpful. I am under no illusion that it was because he fancied me and wanted to get into my pants, but it was sweet anyway. It was above and beyond what could be reasonably expected to get into a girl's underwear. Maybe I would let him. He was cute and at the real risk of making me sound like a prostitute, he had definitely earned it.