Raquel stretched luxuriously on the bed, then wrinkled her nose.
“I’m all sticky. I think I’ll take a shower.”
She rolled out of bed and started walking towards the door of the bathroom. About halfway across the room she stopped and looked over her shoulder at him.
“Care to join me?”
His face lit up. “Can I?”
She smiled. “Come on.”
He scrambled out of bed, took off his glasses, and then took her hand as she led him into the bathroom. He had a large walk-in shower of rough natural stone that easily accommodated both of them, with a fancy-looking shower apparatus with lots of knobs and two different shower heads: a big one that was attached to the wall, and a smaller one that looked detachable.
“How does this work?” she asked him, and he turned on the big shower head so the water came down on them like rain. She sighed in contentment as the cool water washed over her body and her hair. She lifted her face and just stood there for a moment, basking in the happiness she felt. The feeling only increased when he closed his arms around her, and she turned to face him, their skin slippery to the touch, and pressed her wet lips against his.
He kissed her back slowly as the water cascaded down on them both. She marveled at how she just couldn’t get enough of him, of his hands on her body, his skin against hers, his mouth on her mouth. After another long, slow kiss, she pulled away from him with the utmost reluctance.
“Let’s get clean”, she said, picking up a bottle of body wash from the shower floor. She poured a generous amount into her hands and started lathering his shoulders. He closed his eyes and sighed.
“I just love it when you touch me.”
She was enjoying it too, running her hands all over him, over the muscles of his arms and chest, then all down his back. When her soapy hands reached his inner thighs, she felt him stir again against her hand. She looked up at him in surprise.
“Already? How old are you, forty? Don’t you need some time to recover?”
He took her into his arms again and rubbed his soapy body against her.
“It’s you”, he murmured against her lips. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “That makes two of us.”
They sank into a deep kiss for several long moments, her hands in his hair as his fingers stroked her naked back. When they finally broke apart, he picked up the bottle of soap and turned to her.
She hummed with pleasure as his hands moved all over her body, not missing an inch. He lathered her shoulders and arms, then ran his hands down her back, cupping her buttocks for a moment before moving back up. Standing close behind her, he stroked her stomach with his soapy hands, then let them roam over, between and under her breasts. He spent some time on her nipples, massaging them gently and eliciting a new twinge of excitement between her legs. She couldn’t believe she was ready to go again so soon, either, but when he moved his hands over her hips, she couldn’t deny that she wanted him again.
He silently knelt down before her, running tender hands all down her legs. She put out a hand to steady herself against the wall as he lifted first one foot and then the other, until she was entirely clean. She stood under the stream of water and let the soap wash off her. He was still kneeling in front of her.
“Spread your legs a little”, he murmured, and when she did, he pressed his mouth against her. She gasped, then pushed his head away, laughing.
“Watch out, you could drown like that!”
He looked up at her with a grin. “What a way to die!”
“I’d rather keep you alive, thank you very much”, she said, pulling him up.
They stood face to face for a moment when a sudden gleam appeared in his eyes, and he gave her such a look that she felt a tremor deep inside her. She suddenly realized that Sergio had disappeared, and that she was looking at the Professor again, a fact that made her apprehensive and excited at the same time. The sudden switch threw her off-balance, and she wondered if she would ever get a grip on this dual personality of his, but right now she was ready for whatever he had planned for her.
He detached the second shower head, and started fiddling with it.
“You know, this has a massage setting.”
Her eyes lit up. “I’ve never tried that before. I don’t have a detachable shower at home.”
He turned a knob, and a sudden jet of water shot from the head. She took an alarmed step back.
“That’s not coming anywhere near me.”
He gave her a reassuring smile. “I can reduce the pressure.”
He turned the knob again, and the intensity of the jet reduced significantly. He moved close to her and used his body to press her against the wall.
“Spread your legs”, he whispered in her ear. She obeyed him with some apprehension, but the moment the water touched her, she let out a loud gasp and clutched his shoulders for support.
He smiled. “Nice?” he asked her, moving the jet slightly up and down.
She didn’t think she’d be able to speak, so she just nodded. The sensation was exquisite, the most stimulating thing she’d ever felt. In fact, she could feel the tension inside her begin to build with astonishing rapidity: it had taken mere seconds. She placed one hand on his wrist to shift him just a little, and immediately gasped again, her fingers digging into his shoulder.
“Looks like this was a good idea”, he murmured smugly, as she started shaking and moaning, feeling like she’d lost all control of her body. He twitched the jet a few times, and suddenly it felt like a little explosion was going off between her legs. Only his body pressing her against the wall was keeping her upright now as she cried out and clutched at him.
As suddenly as it had started, the feeling was gone again, and the pressure of the water became immediately unbearable. She quickly pushed his hand away and leaned back against the wall, her breath coming in short bursts. He turned off the water for the second shower head and put it away, then turned to kiss her, Sergio again.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, and she smiled at him.
“More than okay”, she answered him. “That was… quite something.”
He smiled with genuine pleasure, and she suddenly noticed he was completely hard again.
“Come here”, she murmured, pulling him closer and lifting one leg to wrap around his hips. The roughness of the stone under their feet kept them from slipping as he entered her and started taking her up against the wall.
“Oh, Raquel”, he whispered in her ear, while the water pattered down on them and added a pleasantly cool sensation to the experience. He was taking his time with her, slow, languorous strokes combining with deep kisses and hands that moved all down her body. Suddenly he stopped.
“I can’t touch you like this”, he said. “Turn around.”
“I don’t think I can come again so fast”, she warned him, but he nuzzled her neck.
“Let me try”, he murmured. “Please. I’ll be gentle.”
She allowed him to turn her around and press her against the wall again. He was taller than she was, so she had to stand on her toes and tilt her hips to give him access, but when he entered her again, she sighed with pleasure. The rough stone of the wall rubbed against her nipples with every thrust, providing an unexpected source of stimulation that made her arousal increase again. She moaned.
His hand crept around her hip to reach between her legs, and the water running everywhere reduced the usual friction so that his touch was unexpectedly bearable. His fingers were feather-light where she was most sensitive, and a delicious thrum of tension started up again as he took her deeper. Behind her, his breathing accelerated, and she could suddenly feel him tense; a sharp cry escaped his lips as he thrust hard into her one, two, three more times, then shuddered and became still. She felt a surge of disappointment as he withdrew from her, but he kept his body pressed close against hers, and after only a few seconds, his fingers resumed their work, and she sighed softly with contentment. He allowed her plenty of time to get there, patiently circling and stroking in a quiet rhythm that was getting her closer by the second. His mouth was against her neck, pressing slow kisses to the wet skin, and finally she felt she was ready, her fingers scrabbling against the wall for something to hold on to, but there was nothing, until she felt him take hold of her wrist with his one free hand, and entwine his fingers with hers. She leaned her forehead against the wall as she trembled and shook, a firm grip on his hand, short, whispered moans escaping from her lips.
When she was finished, she leaned back against him for a moment as he held her tight, then she turned in his arms to kiss him deeply.
“That was amazing”, she whispered, and he gave her a sweet smile in return.
He led her out of the shower and wrapped her in a soft white towel, carefully rubbing her dry. She went through to the bedroom as he dried himself quickly, and let herself fall onto the bed with a deep sigh of contentment. He lay himself down next to her a moment later, and she could feel his gaze on her. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
He’d put his glasses back on. “Can I ask you some questions?”
“What kind of questions?”
“Just things I’m curious about”, he said, and she felt the presence of the Professor again.
“Alright”, she said, turning on her side to face him. “Ask away.”
He pushed his glasses up his nose, and she felt his full attention on her. “Tell me about your first time.”
She laughed. “You already asked me that question, remember? I told you, it was in a tent, and it was over really quickly.”
“That’s the what and where of it”, he said. “I want to know more.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Like what?”
“How old were you?”
“Were you in love with this boy?”
“Yes," she smiled. "I was. He was my first real boyfriend.”
“Was it good?”
She laughed. “Not for me.”
“Did you regret it afterwards?”
She gave that some careful thought. “No. It might have been nicer with someone a little more experienced, but he was sweet, and I cared for him. I didn’t regret it. I don’t.”
He nodded. “I’m glad.”
“Anything else you want to know?”
He considered her for a moment. “Do you like morning sex?”
She grimaced. “The only thing I like inside me in the mornings is coffee.”
He grinned. “Too bad.”
She rolled her eyes. “Men and their morning erections. The bane of my life.”
He laughed, then his eyes grew serious again. “Is there anything you’ve always wanted to do in bed that you’ve never done before?”
She hesitated, and he perked up. “Is there?”
She squirmed uncomfortably. “Isn’t it a bit early to talk about fantasies already? I mean, we’re only getting to know each other.”
He nodded at her. “Of course, if you’d rather not tell me, I understand.” He flashed her a smile. “I’m just desperately curious.”
“Oh, all right”, she relented. “I’ve always had this fantasy of being tied up”, she admitted, a little embarrassed. “I’ve never done it before.”
Just like that, the Professor was gone and he was Sergio again. “Raquel”, he said softly. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
She stroked his cheek. “Don’t worry about it, darling. It’s only a fantasy, and it’s not something I would want to do straight away anyway. Why don’t we get to know each other for a while before we bring this up again?”
He nodded and turned his face to kiss her hand. She let him, then tapped him lightly on the chest. “Now I get to ask you a question”, she said. “It’s only fair.”
“Okay…”, he said slowly. “What do you want to know?”
She thought for a moment, then asked: “Most men fantasize about having a threesome someday. What about you?”
He snorted. “Raquel, until I met you, I never even fantasized about having sex with one woman, let alone two.” His eyes met hers with a soft gaze. “I can’t imagine having anyone else in this bed with us. This is something… just for you and me.”
She smiled and kissed him. When they broke apart, he cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up his nose. “My turn.”
There’s the Professor again, she thought, fascinated by the changes in him. “Go ahead.”
He paused, then said: “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else before.”
She was quiet for a long time, weighing her answer. She’d carried this secret with her for her entire life… but suddenly she knew that she was ready to give it up to him. She took a deep breath. “I’m bisexual.”
That took him by surprise. “Really?” he asked.
“And you’ve never told anyone?”
“Not a soul.”
“I didn’t want people to look at me differently if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. I always thought I’d tell everyone if I ever got a girlfriend, but I never did.”
“You were never with a girl?”
She noticed that he asked the question out of sheer, innocent curiosity, and not with the same lecherous look that men usually got when they imagined two women together. Which was the entire reason why she’d never told her ex-husband.
She shook her head. “Never.”
“But you’ve been in love with women?”
She sighed. “Yes. All of them straight.”
He seemed genuinely fascinated. “When did you find out?”
“When I was fifteen and had a terrible crush on my math teacher.” She felt a dreamy kind of nostalgia thinking about it. “She was young, such a kind person, and so beautiful, with glossy black hair and the softest-looking lips. I used to dream about those lips.”
He was quiet, listening intently, and she continued. “It took me months to admit to myself that I was in love with her. At first I kept telling myself that I just admired her, like a mentor. But when she changed schools and I cried for weeks because I’d never see her again, I couldn’t fool myself any longer.”
“What do you like about women?”
She raised an eyebrow. “What do you like about women?”
He shook his head. “I don’t like ‘women’. I only like you.”
“You mean you don’t even look at other women? Like when we went to dinner earlier, and the woman sitting at the table next to us was movie-star level gorgeous?”
He looked at her with complete innocence. “What woman?”
Wow, she thought. There are some definite advantages to having a demisexual boyfriend. Then she thought for a moment, trying to answer his earlier question.
“What I like about women is that they’re soft, and strong at the same time. I love when they support each other. In the sexist world we live in, women often feel an automatic kind of sisterhood. And they’re beautiful. Almost every woman has something about her that makes her beautiful.”
He nodded. “And what do you like about men?”
She gave him a sober look. “Honestly, Sergio, if you’d have asked me that question a year ago, I would have said ‘nothing’. I would have said: ‘All men are assholes. All men are selfish, sexist pigs.’ But now I can’t say that anymore, because now I have you.”
He gave her a soft smile, but let her talk.
“I never thought I’d be here again. After my divorce, I thought I was done with men. For one thing, I couldn’t imagine ever trusting someone again. But I trust you.” She suddenly laughed and punched him on the chest. “Which is a goddamn miracle seeing how you completely screwed me over when we first met.”
He shot her a contrite look. “I’m still really sorry about that. I promise I’ll never lie to you again.”
She smiled at him. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
His face remained entirely serious. “I won’t. I’ll never lie to you again.”
She grinned. “Don’t say that. When I get really old and wrinkly, you will be obliged by the boyfriend code of conduct to tell me that I’m still beautiful.”
He kissed her. “You’ll never not be beautiful to me.”
She pushed him away, laughing. “Alright, that’s enough flattery for one night. You sound like a teenager in love.”
He grinned back at her. “I feel like a teenager in love. I never got to say any of these cheesy things before. Like how your eyes are like pools I could drown in, or how your lips are red like cherries…”
She couldn’t stop laughing. “You can’t say stuff like that anymore! We’re forty! There’s a time and place for sickly sweet bullshit like that, and that time is when you’re fourteen, and the place is behind the gym building of the school.”
“Too bad”, he sighed. “I feel like I could have been a great romantic poet if I’d known you at fourteen.”
She looked at him, still smiling. “You know, I never would have suspected you had a romantic streak in you.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Don’t make the mistake of thinking you have me all figured out, Inspectora.”
No, she thought. I don’t have you figured out at all. She wondered if she ever would. She realized she didn’t care. She trusted him, enigma that he was, and that was the most important thing to her.
She rolled closer to him so he could take her in his arms, and he kissed the top of her head.
“You know…” he said, “I still have a few more questions to ask you…”
“No”, she said firmly. “I’ve had enough for tonight. You can ask me what food is the most erotic to me tomorrow.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “You have varying erotic associations with different foods? Now that’s an interesting topic to explore…”
She nudged him hard in the ribs and he smiled and shut up. Through the window, the first light of dawn was creeping over the horizon.
“How about we try to get some sleep?” she asked him.
He sighed. “I suppose this night had to end sometime.”
She looked up at him with a smile. “It was pretty amazing, wasn’t it?”
“The best”, he whispered.
“But you know what’s even better?”
“There’s a whole new day tomorrow, and I don’t have any plans at all. Do you?”
He nuzzled her neck, trailing a hand down her back to cup a buttock.
“I’ll probably be able to think up something we can do…”
She brushed his hand away and curled up to him more closely. “Goodnight, Sergio.”
“Goodnight, mi amor.”