Enemy: Part 6

As the ecstatic high of orgasm transitions seamlessly into a warm post-coital afterglow Ashley and I look at each other…and we laugh.  We laugh from our giddy high, we laugh at the absurd situation, and we laugh because for one brief moment we were genuinely happy.  From the depths of despair we had found escape in each other’s arms and neither of us wanted to let it go.

I brush a wavy blond bang away to her temple and cup her smooth cheek in my palm.  I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but there was something so…new and exciting and refreshing about her.  I thought it pretty fucking rad that someone so soft and feminine and lovely could even have a dick, and a beautiful one at that.  But it was much more than that.   I liked the fact that she got hard, her arousal plainly evident.  I liked how I could see it and feel it and hold it.  I liked how the hot, oozing product of her orgasm was right there mingled in with mine.  There was no faking that.  And I even liked how her dick was now getting soft just like mine was.  I knew without a doubt that she was feeling the same things that I was.  That shared experience felt really, really nice.

From the moment I could pop a stiffy I knew I had certain desires and curiosities yet there was something about men that just held me back from pursuing them.  Had Ashley still been Ashton I might have finally taken that leap, but she wasn’t and that simple fact had taken all my doubts away.  She was Ashley and she was perfect.

“What are you thinking about Joseph?”  She whispers, her fingers softly playing through my short shaved hair.

“Well Ashley, I’m still waiting for an answer.”

“Answer?”

I motion back to the waiting wheelchair.  “If you’re coming for a cruise.”

“You think we should?”

“Yeah.  I do.”  I say.  “You gotta be bored of the insides of these curtains.”

She smiles.  “First date?”

“Would you do me the honor?”

“Yes.”  She kisses me, slowly and tenderly, then quips.  “Isn’t dinner and a movie supposed to come first?”

“We make our own rules.”  I kiss her back, hard, then look down between our bodies.  “Speaking of cum.”

Moving as quietly as I can I tuck myself away and do up my pants.  Easing out from the creaky bed I stand beside her, both of us looking down at the almighty mess we’d left on her soft stomach.  Damn!  Even if I was only responsible half of it I don’t think I’d ever shot so much in my life.  My eyes cannot help but to move from the mess to the lithe body beneath it.  The more I saw her the more I desired her.  The tiny breasts with those tender nipples, those long elegant limbs, the soft scrotum wrinkly and tucked tight to her body, every inch of her was a feast for the eyes.  And the way her hood had come up to sheath her tip as her dick shrank…adorable!!!

Ashley, her hands out not wanting to touch our combined loads, looks around for something to clean herself with.  “Help?”

“Hold on.”  I slip my shirt back on and poke my head out of the curtains.

At the other end of the bay I see the men going about their business as usual.  Thank God they hadn’t heard us.  Reaching out as far as I could I snatch a stack of paper towels and two disinfectant wipes from the small nursing station that sat at the end of the central aisle.  Seeing an opportunity and in hopes of a good date I also nab a couple of the little packets of medical lubricant and stuff them into my pocket.  At Ashley’s insistence I am made to hand over the towels and wipes then turn around and wait as she cleans up.  I do as she asks and turn to stare at the wall.

“So where are you taking me first?”  She asks.

“Observation deck.”  I say.  “Then maybe some grub and a show.  I thought we’d swing by the library on the way back.”

“Sounds nice.”  I hear a rustle of sheets.  “Can we stop by a washroom first so I can, er, dispose of the evidence.”

“Washroom?”  I chuckle.  “Call it the head.  You’ll give yourself away talking like that.”

“Do you have a comb?”

“Back pocket.”  She gropes around in my right buttock, a bit more than necessary, then pulls the comb out and replaces it soon after.  With an extra grope of course.

“I’m ready.”  She says.

Turning back I am greeted to the sight of her sitting upright and back in her blue medical gown.  Still fussing with her hair to make it nice she asks.  “How do I look?”

“Like an angel.”  I answer truthfully.

She had pulled the blankets down off of her completely, for the first time exposing the bandaged stumps of her legs.  The feet were gone of course but they’d been able save everything else above the ankle, even managing to maintain the graceful swoop of her calves tapering down to the slender tips.  I do not allow my gaze to linger there.  She needed a friend, not pity.  Scooping her up in my arms just as I had when I carried her through the settlement I place her down gently into the seat of the chair.

She wriggles her butt and settles in.  “Nice ride.”

“Thanks.”  We hide the wad of cleaning junk between her legs and underneath her gown.

“I’m still going with the amnesia story.”  She says.  “They haven’t even sent a doctor around to look into it.”

“Not surprised.”  I pull the curtain open.  “On basic coverage their only duty is to keep our heart beating.  Everything else waits until we get home.”

“Jesus, you really are just cogs aren’t you?”

“Cogs in the war machine.  Yep.”  I nod toward the drip in the ceiling.  “They barely keep a multi-billion credit ship operational, what the hell is a grunt’s well-being compared to that.”  Coming around behind her I grip the handles of the wheelchair, I lean down to kiss the top of her head, then roll us out into the aisle.

Right away Raz and the others sit up and take notice.  We roll down to the end and I am just about to make the introductions when Ashley does it for me.

“Raz.  Thumper.  Hiro.  Hot Dog.”  She nods to each of them.  “The name’s Eli, but I’m called Ash.”  They look at each other surprised.  She laughs and I notice that she had lowered the pitch of her voice just subtly, enough not to raise questions.  “Yeah I know your names.  I wasn’t talking but I was listening.  I couldn’t help but hear you…especially at night.”  All eyes shift to Hot Dog.

“I know, I know.  I snore.”  He holds his hands up.  “Sorry.”  The rest share a laugh.

Raz reaches across and gets a fist bump from Ashley.  “Good to finally meet you.”

“You too.”  She says.  “Sorry for the silent treatment.  My brains got scrambled down there.  I’m not remembering so good.”

“It’s all good brother.”  He says.  “Just glad you’re doing okay.”

“Shitty about being taken POW.”  Says Hiro.  “They treat you okay?”

“I can’t remember.”

“Fucked up they left you behind.”  Raz says.  “But as usual Bravo company is there to pick up the pieces Echo leaves behind.”

“Ain’t that the truth.  Anyway, I’m taking Ash out to show her-im…”  I cough.  “…him around our luxury liner.”

“The rats are pretty nice once you get to know them.”  Quips Thumper.  “Tasty too if you can catch one.”

It was a joke of course but I see Ashley squirm in her seat.  “Ha, right.”

“Alright boys.”  I start us rolling again.  “Catch ya later.”

We leave the bay and take a left.  As Ashley takes the wheels to head into the head I let one of the nurses know I was taking ‘Elijah’ out for a spin.  After all this time they were just happy to see him up and talking.

As I wait near the main hatch unwelcome thoughts start to seep through the fragile happiness I’d just found.  The first encounter with her baymates had gone well but how long could we really keep this going?  And what was going to happen to us when the truth finally came out?  What would they do to her?  Those questions and the melancholy that came with them are quickly forgotten as I see my pretty blond date rolling down hall toward me.  There would be plenty of time for them later.  Right now all that mattered was showing this girl a good time…while I still could.

Part 7