Ninovan (Hypernaturals 10)

Promised Land

Angel closed her book and announced to the room, "Who is washing me tonight? I can't see straight anymore. Ready for bed."

Jessica raised her hand.

We bring our scent-free personal cleaning supplies with us wherever we go since hotel stuff is usually scented to the high heavens. Angel or Vera would not care. It would bother Jessica and really bother Morgan and me.

Morgan, Vera, and I took advantage of the book being free to look through Angel's young life. It was not a happy one.

Angel's climax was quiet like she is holding a hand over her mouth. Washing is usually only washing, but Angel wants sex every night since getting past her phobia about it.

I wonder how Jessica felt about being with yet another woman. Her comments about gender imbalance have been frequent lately, yet she is the one that raised her hand first, so that is confusing. I would ask sometime when it is only she and I. It is not as if I would not have taken Angel to shower.

Jessica carried the unconscious Angel, wrapped in towels to the foldout bed, and tucked her in. Jessica looked at her in some concern, then said to me as she looked at her fingers. "Just my hand. My fingers. Not even a tickle massage. Simple rub-a-nub stuff, while I was kissing her. All it was. She passed out. It's not only you. It's every orgasm. Or, at least, every one caused by another person. Or a Vampire. She does not pass out if it's self-induced. Weird."

"You are the weirdest straight girl I ever met. Really." Vera told Jessica.

Jessica looked at Vera and said with fake intensity, "Unless you want to go down on me, hush."

Vera stood up and headed to the shower. "I do and I don't, all at the same time. I guess I'll go next. Washing hair."

Jessica and Morgan both looked at me. I looked back.

"She would like you to wash her hair." Jessica said, as if to a child.

I nodded. "And? I would like to have sex with you and Morgan, but if I go in there and wash her, that seems unlikely. I'll come out here and you'll be asleep. Or have fucked the bellboy."

Morgan raised her right hand. "I promise you can have sex with me if you wash her hair. Or whatever. Standard family washing protocol. You fuck her, then we'll talk. A really long time. Also, this hotel chain does not have bellboys. Booking oversight."

Jessica agreed. "What she just said. Go build Liaison relations. Just keep your boy things out of her girl things. Helen did not put her on your list."

I still did not move.

Jessica stood up and took me by the hand and led me to the shower. She opened the door and pushed me in, saying, "Vera: He is here to wash your hair. I suggest a scalp massage as well, but that is up to you. No fucking." She closed the door. Vera stood there, head under the spray, looking confused at the blurry shape of Jessica receding.

She recovered by raising her voice and asking, "Does oral sex count as fucking? Eating ain't cheating, you know."

Jessica leaned back in and said, "Keyword in that phrase? Sex." Then she left again.

"Got it." Vera said, then looked at me standing there. "Hi, Liaison. How does this work?"

"Well. I soap up your hair, and you stand with your back to me while I massage your scalp. When you are done with that, I will condition your hair and work that in. Then we'll let that sit while I take that washcloth there, and I wash you from neck to toes. You will stand there and enjoy the attention, and if you are on your normal wavelength, you will think it is about the same as cuddling, and therefore not very interesting."

Vera stepped out of the water, squeezed between me and the wall, and stood back to me waiting. I backed up and made a little room so her breasts are not pressed against the cold white marble wall, and I went to work.

I remember Vera's body very well, and with my current sensorium, I can tell that as I worked, she is fighting down her desire. One thing I always liked about her, when we were lovers, is that her entire skin surface is an erogenous zone at some level. Some places more than others, but as much as she bitched about how much she wanted me to be rougher when she is in the mood, she loves an all-over body massage as much as the next person. She is getting only a scalp massage tonight.

We rotated her into the water to rinse, rotated her out for the conditioner, and then I washed her back with attention to detail, but not with the intention to turn her on. That is a little hard in a few places. She loves having her ass messed with. Also behind her knees. Helen likes that too. I went around to her front, so her back could rinse off as I worked on the details again, from neck to toes.

Her escalated scent of desire and her nipples and goosebumps in various places told me she is keeping her hands behind her back for a reason.

When I finished her all over professional-grade cleansing, she rotated into the shower and rinsed her hair as well.

Vera faced me and said, "OK. My turn."

Vera worked my scalp, beard, washed my back, then my front, and observed decorum. She paused once, at eye level, and held me a bit longer than required, but moved on. When she finished, we turned off the shower and exited all safe and sound. There was lots of temptation, but not giving in to it. I am proud of her because the Vera I used to know, who was only a fraction that turned on? She would have said 'Fuck it' and tried to start something.

Tried being the keyword there. Not on my list means not on my list.

She laid down next to the unconscious Angel, she said to the room in general "I do not know how you guys have that whole idea of never shower alone as a family rule, and do not end up doing it all the time. That was nice... it was also torture."

"Just trying to make you feel included. It's our rule, but you don't have to use it if you don't want. You are Liaison." Jessica said. "You can shower your own self for the rest of the trip if you want."

"Oh no. I get it. I like it. I am turned on as all hell and want to fuck the vacuum cleaner at this point, and that will take some getting used to. If you all can do it, I can. I am the Liaison, you know."

"So I heard! If you need relief, I have a vibrator packed. We are going to bed and showering in the morning." Jessica offered.

"Sure. Leave it there, in case I can't cool down." Vera pointed at the table next to the bed. "I hope the batteries are fully charged."

Jessica placed the helpmate on the table. "Vera, this one plugs into the wall, old school, but you never have to worry about dead batteries. Also: it packs a buzz. Phtt. Forget to tell you, Adrian. While you were washing off the Siren chickadee, we called Helen. She said 'Hi'. Also that she would kill you if you fucked Vera."

"Don't forget the other thing." Morgan reminded her.

"Oh. Yes. We are supposed to give you some loving attention from her. Unless you fucked Vera, and then we are supposed to hurt you." Jessica said.

"I only agreed to a stern look and a conversation you would not enjoy." Morgan said.

"Followed by sex so good you wondered why you ever looked at a Siren." Jessica added.

"That too." Morgan agreed.

We went to bed. Morgan and Jessica are in the mood. More than what they would be from environmental things like Vera's scent and Angel's latest fade to black. They have a message to deliver from Helen and are taking their assignment very seriously.

At some point later in the night, I heard Vera take a happy trip to the promised land, but I was not paying much attention. Given her level of sexual overstimulation, it was inevitable. That she gave in to her need so expected it made almost no impression. I did not hear the helpmate buzzing, but that did not register at the time.

I was busy.