Having both hands back felt odd. Not having had the use of my left hand for over a month had made me adjust how I did everything, and now I had to revert back to normal again. Work helped a lot, because I was much faster typing with both hands, so after a few days it felt much more natural. Eating was better too, since I could use both hands when cutting food. Showers? So much easier than dealing with a cast in there.
And Ryn? Fuck! Now I could touch her with both hands. All the wondrous places I'd explored with my right hand I could now experience again, and it was a joy to use that as an excuse to grab her ass. A lot. Not that she complained. Hell, she even encouraged it, since we had big plans for the weekend. Elske had already said she'd be staying back in their old dorm with Bobbie, so we'd have the apartment to ourselves till Sunday afternoon. We had every intention of making the best of that situation.
Don't get me wrong, the weekend wasn't just about sex. We had every intention to ummm... Yeah, never mind. There would be a lot of sex. We'd already delivered the extra prints to the photo exhibit, and there was plenty of food, both new and leftovers, in the fridge, so we wouldn't have to leave the apartment at all this weekend unless we wanted to.
Neither of us wanted to.
We were awoken on Saturday morning by a knock on the bedroom door. "Are you two decent?" called out Elske.
I looked over at Iryna, who was snuggled up under the comforter. "Yeah, we're good. Come on in!" I replied.
Elske didn't stay long, she just stuck her head in and waved. "I'm headed out, meeting Bonnie for breakfast and then we'll go have fun. She wanted to hit the Museum of Science, so maybe we'll do that."
"Okay. Thanks, Elske, when Ella gets here, we'll do the same for you," I promised.
"Nah, we don't care. But thanks anyway. You two have fun!" She backed out and closed the door, and I heard her faint footsteps retreating down the stairs.
"Elske is gone?" Ryn murmured.
"Yeah, she just left," I confirmed.
"Good!" She threw the comforter back, and crawled over me and headed for the bathroom, making sure to sway her hips under her little pajama shorts. "I need a shower and a big breakfast before I saddle you up!"
The shower was long. Neither of us could keep our hands to ourselves, though we mostly just teased since we were saving ourselves for later. It seamed that we both had a plan and were sticking to it. But that didn't mean we couldn't warm each other up for the main course.
Neither of us wore much. I just threw on boxers and a tee shirt, while she just threw on a robe with nothing underneath it. Why don't I own a robe? I really don't know! But I might have to invest in one. Every time she moved, the front would adjust and give me tantalizing glimpses of her flesh underneath, and it was a delightful way to cook breakfast. Even with the distractions, I was able to whip up some scrambled eggs, breakfast sausage and some hash browns. It was certainly enough to fill us up and give us some energy.
Strangely enough, I wasn't scared. We'd fooled around with our hands and mouths enough that she didn't make me nervous anymore. All I felt now was the excitement of anticipation, and with the glances she was throwing my way, and the lip she was biting as she watched me cook, I was hoping she was feeling the same way. That was proven true when she was eating too.
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RomanceLogan Vargas has avoided relationships since high school. Iryna Chajka is an ice hockey goalie for one of the local universities. On most days, the two would never meet, but Logan's sister Ella changes all that when she trades a date with Logan to I...