Todos los capítulos de Taboo Pleasures: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Lexi appears again, with a tracksuit. 'Put your feet into this', she says as she holds the tracksuit pants for me, and I oblige. She slides them up to my butt, then grabs the top. 'Arms through the arms', she says, and I oblige again. This is a fun game! Lexi eases the tracksuit top over my head and pulls it down.'Robs, we're going to the A&E,' she says levelly. 'I need you to help me; I'm not strong, so I need you to try to walk downstairs without slipping. Can you walk downstairs and hold onto the banister and not slip, Robs?''Of course' I slur. 'Can do it blindfolded.'Lexi snorts. 'Ok, on three, I'm going to pull you up. One, two, three!' and up I go.God, my head hurts. Lexi pulls up my tracksuit pants and somehow we manage to stagger downstairs. Lexi steers me out the front door and down the driveway to mum's old Peugeot. The gravel hurts my bare feet. She manoeuvres me into the passenger seat and closes the door. I think that's the point that I zone out at. I don't remember g

She stands and disappears downstairs, reappearing shortly with her battered cello case. She sits on the edge of the chaise longue, facing me, and rests her cello between her legs. She looks up at me, smiles a small smile, and starts to play as I close my eyes. The tune is rich but sad, at once haunting and yet totally unfamiliar. I'm too sore to try to puzzle out the composer or period; for once my brain lets me just listen. The music fills me, driving out the unbelievable strangeness of the morning I've just experienced, allowing me to unwind and, for a moment, forget the pain in my head and the ache between my legs. I open my eyes again and watch her as she plays, her eyes closed as she feels the music, moving in time, dancing her dance with the instrument.Sunlight through my bedroom window wakes me; it's clearly late afternoon for it to be shining in here. Lexi's cello is leaning against the wall in the corner, and Lexi is curled up further down my bed, under a small throw, head p

'Perils of being outdoorsy', I manage. Then I sit up and stretch. Lexi makes protesting noises but I ignore her; I need a drink to help blunt the nervous energy I've picked up during the course of the afternoon. I pour myself a double of the good stuff, and shoot Lexi a glance. She hrms, then nods. So a double for her too. I manage to walk back to the couch without embarrassing myself and resume my seat. I hold up Lexi's poison and she accepts it gracefully. 'Cheers', I say.'Health, wealth and beauty' she returns.Whisky on an empty stomach is far from the best idea I've ever had, but it burns its way pleasantly downwards. Soon, the ache in my head starts to wane and I feel myself relaxing again. I lean back, putting more weight against Lexi. She shifts herself around a bit and then settles down, and we watch the fire.---'So who was the girl you liked?' Lexi asks.I smile wanly at the memory. 'Her name was Simone. She was a visiting student from Holland.''Pretty?''I thought so. Y

'Hold that thought,' I say. I head for the stairs, and, gripping the banister tightly, climb them and make my way to my room. I strip off my soiled clothes, and dig a long tee-shirt and some briefs out of my cupboard. On a whim, I grab some deodorant and dose myself with it. I pull on the briefs, and then struggle into the tee-shirt. Then I touch my bandages gently to ensure they're still in place. I take a deep breath.---Lexi's waiting for me when I get downstairs. She's built the pillows up into a large pile and is leaning against them, watching the fire. I stand in the doorway, and just look at her for a while, admiring. Then I walk to the blankets and sit down alongside her.'You smell nice', she says, as she hands me my refilled wineglass. 'And the outfit is an improvement.''You dressed me, so the blame is yours for the prior one.''Guilty as charged,' she says. 'You look good in briefs. They sit nicely on you.'I flush slightly and stammer out a 'Thanks' as I sit beside her.

She gives me a puzzled frown and a quiet 'no, don't' as I stop stroking, but then her eyes widen as I gently take her knees and spread her legs in front of me. Then I shift so I'm kneeling between them.I take a moment, now, just to admire her. I've looked at myself in a mirror before, and I guess my vagina and lips and clit are passable, but Lexi's are staggeringly hot. Perfect lips, perfect inner labia, rosy pink with a tight entrance, perfectly shaven. I lean forward, and she lets slip a 'Oh god, Robs...' as I gently touch my tongue to her lips and slip it up to her clitoral hood. She moans an inarticulate 'Ungh' and her legs quiver.She tastes musky, and the scent from her makes me ache and desire her fingers in me again. I lick her clit again, enjoying the way her stomach muscles clench and release once my tongue is past her hood.I tease her. Perhaps mercilessly, perhaps not, but the sounds she makes and the way her body responds leaves me in no doubt that she's enjoying it. It