Starting a New Paige, page 33
I was temporarily left alone. I stood naked in the center of the living room and examined the locket. There was a strong chord of a material I wasn’t sure of with a metal cylinder attached to each end. One end was a key-like object similar to the first one from a few days ago. The other end had sockets on each end. Apparently, both keys would fit into this piece.
As I stood pondering the locket and the possible implication of the two keys, neither had been mentioned in any messages so far, Cupcake and Peach opened the door and walked into the suite.
Chapter 38 - Cupcake’s Playhouse
Cupcake wore my T-Shirt, but Peach was naked – and oh so beautiful.
Cupcake began to explain, “My Captain, I have brought this wench from below decks to service you and warm your bed…”
I cut her off, saying, “Cupcake, Shush!”
She looked taken aback, but tried to continue, “ to be used for your…”
I cut her off again, saying, “Ruby, shush! This is not storytime. This is my time. Be still.”
I went to the drawers and took out the last two transparent ‘bridal’ gowns. I set one aside and took the other one to Peach.
“Peach, my love”, I said tenderly, “will you let me dress you for bed?”
Peach smiled and nodded. I placed the gown around her shoulders and then, making sure that Cupcake could see exactly what I was doing, carefully buttoned each button up the front.
Cupcake was trembling. I stood back from Peach as if to admire her beauty and stood just to Cupcake’s side. Suddenly, Cupcake’s eyes fluttered and then closed and she fainted. She fell straight to the floor in a heap.
Peach rushed to her and said, “Oh no, what’s wrong?”
I said, “Baby Doll, will you get me a blanket from the closet?” and I scooped the unconscious girl up into my arms and lay her on the large sofa.
Peach brought me the blanket and I covered my precious Cupcake up and tucked her in.
Peach was still concerned, and asked, “Is she OK? What happened?”
I said, “I think she just fainted. I think that an emotional conflict came up that she just couldn’t process yet, so her body just shut itself off rather than deal with it right now. I think she’s going to be fine. I think she just needs to sleep for a bit and let her emotions sink in. She is going to be fine. Please trust me. She will sleep – and you and I will, um, see what we will see!”
I turned off most of the lights in the room but left a small lamp on in the living area so that Cupcake wouldn’t wake up in the dark, possibly not knowing where she was. I picked Peach up in my arms and carried her to the bed – avoiding the wet spot at the edge, and climbed under the covers with her.
I turned onto my side and held Peach’s body against mine. I kissed her deeply and ran my hands over her back – and then down over her rear. In a moment, Peach’s hand reached down and found my penis and began stroking me.
“Claire Jensen, I love you,” I said. “Playtime is fun, but tonight is time for making love – for making love to my wife – for making love to you, precious Baby Doll Bride. I will love you forever. You will be with me forever. Now is the time for my most ‘special privilege’ – to be able to make love with you.”
She pressed herself into my arms and kissed me hard. We began making love. We took our time. Peach had several orgasms – long, hard orgasms that filled her body and cemented us together as man and wife. Eventually, we fell asleep, my penis still resting inside her.
A few hours later, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I woke up to see Cupcake standing at the side of the bed touching me.
“What is it, Cupcake?” I asked.
Cupcake was crying softly and said, “Robby…I…I need…please help me!”
I sat up and put my arms around the trembling girl. I knew immediately that this wasn’t the playful, confident, frustrated and impatient, Cupcake that I had been seeing for the past few days. This was Ruby, the abused foster-child who had coped with her life by living in a storybook romance of her own writing.
“I need…I need magic…oh, please, please fix it!” she begged.
She didn’t know what she was asking for; she just knew that she was broken and needed help. Ruby had lived her life by compensating for tragedy with fantasy romance, and when she was confronted by the reality of a more honest relationship, even with me, she wasn’t able to process her feelings suddenly. Somehow, I knew what to do.
I said, “Lover, wait here for just a second.”
She cried, “No, don’t let go of me! I…”
I said, “I know, dear. It feels all lost and alone and afraid and like you are in the dark, but trust me – we are going to make it all OK again – I promise. I need you to do something. Take off your shirt.”
Actually, I took it off of her and then said, “Now, hold it against your face. Just hold it for just a second and I will be right back. I am just going to step into the bathroom for just a minute and I will come right back. Hug my shirt until I come back. See how it smells like me – and how it smells like you, too? See, it has both of us on it. Just hold onto it for a second.”
I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed a bath towel, a washcloth, a candle, and a lighter. I hurried back to Cupcake and put my arm around her waist and led her to where I had left her gown and picked it up. When I had everything, we walked out onto the patio to the big hot tub.
I said, “My love, I am going to give you a bath. Will you let me do that? We can get into the nice hot water and I will bathe you – is that OK? Will you let me hold you in the tub, to hug you, and wash you? The tub is filled with magic, you’ll see. Come into the tub with me – if you want to.”
I set aside the towel and gown, and I put the candle on the patio table. I had to light it with one hand because I still had an arm around Cupcake’s middle. I set the washcloth on the side of the tub and gently took the shirt out of Cupcake’s hands and set it aside.
We were both naked now, and I led the frightened and fragile girl up the steps and then down into the warm water. I held her to me for several minutes, pressing her breasts to my chest. After a time, she began to relax slightly and her trembling subsided.
“Ru-by” I said using her ‘from Rob-by’ name, “I am your husband.”
She nodded against my chest.
I said, “I am going to give you a bath. We are going to wash everything away – just like when you burned everything from your apartment. But this time, we are going to use water and magic. It was easy to burn your old things – but this might be a little harder. But, I love you so much. Will you let me wash you?”
She said, “Yes. I will. Um, I want you to. Um, I am so afraid though. I fainted! What if I can’t…um, be OK? What if I can’t?”
I spoke soothingly, “Lover, do you remember how you let me touch you? Remember how you wanted me to touch you? How you were afraid that I wouldn’t be able to? But, I was and I loved it. I truly love you. Remember how I touched you in special places and it was all OK? Remember how much magic there was? Remember our wedding in the woods at the lake? That was all real. Do you remember?”
She sighed, “Yes, I remember. Was it real? I…tonight, I hit a wall.”
I rubbed her gently and said, “I know. We all have walls. But, for you, it isn’t a wall. It is just a locked door. Once we open the door, and we look inside, and we go in and play, it isn’t dark anymore. OK?”
She said, “So, if you give me a bath, then all that old stuff will wash away? Oh, of course it will. But, you are going to have to touch me, aren’t you? Of course you are! But I love it when you touch me!”
I said, “Yes, you do. And I love to touch you. So, if you let me, I am going to wash you – and when we are done, well, we will see what we will see.”
Cupcake said, “I love you, Robby. I really want to be your wife. I will do whatever you say, no matter what, from now on. We can do it – um, did any of the other girls get washed like this?”
I said, “No, just you. Now, turn around with your back to me and get down in the center of the tub. I want you to hold your breath and go all the way underwater while I wash your head. You are going to have to hold your breath the whole time until I lift you up, OK? That’s how this magic works.”
Cupcake, Ru-by, took a breath and then lowered herself all the way down into the water. I gently held her down while I rubbed her head and hair. I didn’t keep her under long before I gently lifted her up.
I told her, “Now, I want you to do it again. This time, when you go under, I want you to exhale all of your breath underwater. Let all that old stuff get drowned under the water. Hold it under and it will all die. It is all going to die and be buried in the sea, under the water. When you come up, all the dead stuff will stay behind.”
Without a word, Cupcake dunked herself again. When she had been under for a few seconds, she let her breath out in a slow, long exhale and I could see the bubbles rise to the surface and burst. When she was done, I lifted her up again.
I said, “Now, one more time. I am going to wash your head again and get all of the dead stuff out of your hair.”
Ruby went down again.
When I lifted her up, I said, “Now, stand up my beautiful Bride. Come up out of the water and let all of the dead stuff stay behind.”
I placed my hands lightly upon her hips to help her stand.
I said, “Now climb out of the pool and stand on the step. Just stand here for a second and wait. The pool is cleansing itself. All of the old stuff is being drawn in through the filters and dissolving away. In a moment, the water will be pure again. Every minute, the water goes through the filters and the old stuff dissolves away and the water is purified again.”
I had her wait and then told her, “You look so beautiful there in the moonlight. Come back into the pool with me and let me wash you. Sit on the seat in front of me and let me wash your back.”
I took the washcloth from the side of the tub and began gently scrubbing her back. I washed her head, neck, and shoulders. I did her arms and upper back. Cupcake relaxed more and more and cooed quietly as she got used to the pleasant sensations.
I said, “Beloved, come lay on your back in my lap so that I can wash your front. I am going to wash your breasts and stomach. Just float in the pool and let me touch you.”
Cupcake turned around and stretched out across my lap with my left arm cradling her neck. I used the washcloth on her face, neck, shoulders, and arms. I washed her armpits and hands. As I finished her fingers, she pushed her chest upward out of the water a bit so that her breasts stood out in the air in front of me. I washed them thoroughly with the rough hand-cloth.
My touches were not designed to arouse Ruby sexually, but they could not help but do so. Her nipples stood out firmly upon her breasts as I worked.
I said, “Beloved, I am going to wash your bottom and your legs. I am going to scrub you clean with my cloth. Turn over again and face away from me. Good. Put your legs out behind you and lay your thighs in my lap. Hold onto the other side of the tub while I wash you.”
Cupcake slid across me like a wet seal and got into the position I described. Her pelvis lay face down upon my lap and with just a little repositioning, I could have easily entered her. I was pleased that she didn’t seem to notice this and did nothing to press against my penis as I washed her back. Then I washed her butt cheeks. Her legs were spread to each side of my waist and I had good access to the space between her cheeks. I used the cloth and scrubbed her rear, crack, and even her anus. I moved on to her inner and outer thighs.
Cupcake relaxed more and more and accepted my touch and scrubbing with the cloth, no matter how intimately I touched her.
I said, “Now, my beautiful wife, turn over and put your feet beside my hips. Rest your head against the end of the tub while I wash your feet, your legs, and then your crotch and genitals.”
Cupcake turned over and did as I instructed. I started at her feet, taking first one foot and bending her knee to where her foot rested in my lap where I could rub it with the cloth – and then the other. I made sure that as I did so, I also spread her legs widely to expose her vulva so that she was truly, absolutely naked before me. I washed her calves and thighs and then moved to her belly. I washed her navel and pubic mound and then moved lower between her legs.
Cupcake spread her knees even farther, giving me even better access to her genitalia. I washed carefully and gently, but thoroughly, making sure that the cloth spent plenty of time scrubbing every inch.
By this time, Cupcake was definitely aroused, but not out of control. I bent down and gave her clitoris a quick kiss and then pulled her upright onto my lap.
I said, “Little Princess, I want you to get back in the center of the tub and go underwater one more time. This time, I will go with you. We will hold our breaths together for a minute and then come up, OK? We will let the pool cleanse us and itself and all the dead life will be completely washed away.”
We positioned ourselves – Cupcake put her legs around my waist and I lowered us both into the center of the tub and sat on the bottom and ducked down so that the water covered us. This required me to be laying backward with Cupcake somewhat on top of me. When we were completely under, she pulled me to her with her arms around my neck and started kissing me hard. Her tongue pushed itself into my mouth and we French kissed passionately.
Cupcake was on top and didn’t stop kissing me until her breath ran out. When she did finally need to breathe, we rose out of the water together.
Cupcake took a very deep breath and then let it out in a long sigh. She closed her eyes and smiled.
“My dear”, I said, “I want to take you on a walk. Come with me.”
I helped her out of the tub and down the steps. I didn’t bother to dry either one of us. I surreptitiously grabbed the transparent gown and led my little love inside. I took her through the suite and out into the hall. We went down the back stairs and then outside onto the path to the gardens.
We walked hand in hand. Cupcake didn’t say a word. She just walked beside me – dripping wet and naked to the night air. I led her to the garden spot that Honey and I had shared earlier and we stood in the grass.
I said, “You look so beautiful in the moonlight, my lovely woman. How do you feel?”
She shivered for a moment – she had not spoken for some time.
Finally, she said, somewhat dreamily, “I feel naked. I feel new. I feel fully clothed because I don’t need any clothes. I am Ru-by, because I came out of Rob-by. “
She stretched her arms to the sides and then up into the air.
She continued, “I feel the moon. I feel the light. I feel the grass. I feel the universe, just like when we saw Honey in the hot tub – but now I feel me.”
She spread her legs shoulder wide and bent forward as if to touch the ground and then she arched her back and stretched toward the sky again with her hands wide and reaching.
She said, “I feel you! I feel you touching me even though you are a few feet away. I feel me touching you. I feel Honey sleeping in my bed. I feel Flower and Heather sleeping together in the other room. I feel Peach happily dreaming of how you made love to her tonight!”
She stepped forward and placed her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.
She whispered reverently, “I feel you making love to me – tomorrow and next week and next month and next year. I feel your body pressing into me and filling me and I feel my orgasms coming time after time for all eternity!”
“Robby,” she said, “I feel loved!” and she threw herself into my arms and hugged me.
I said, “Princess, Cupcake Jensen, are you ready for the gown? You don’t have to, but if you want to…”
She said, “Of course I want to! Is it here? Of course I want to. I want to be super-naked! I’m yours, put your gown on me!”
I took the gown that I had been hiding behind my back all of this time and unfolded it and put it over her arms and around her shoulders. I gently buttoned each button down the front and then stepped back to admire her.
She said, “It was the gown that made me faint, you know that, right? I was so afraid. I didn’t see how I could ever be transparent enough to deserve it. I had so much costume on that I couldn’t face being as true and open as the other girls. I thought you would have to reject me because I was so broken and I couldn’t wear your gown. But you, the Wizard of the Lake, you washed me clean.”
She grabbed my shoulders again and pushed me down onto the grass.
She said, “Lay down Robby.”
Cupcake got on top of me and straddled my waist and positioned herself to capture my penis between her legs – but before she slid me in, she said, “But, beloved, we need to be clear about two things – first, I may be more mature now and able to be really naked and really in love and really married to you and really a wife, but I still want storytime and costumes and playing, got it?”
“Yes, my love.“ I said.
Then she said, very seriously, “And, secondly, and this is important, so listen closely” and she pushed just the head of my penis into her tight vagina.
“My Name Is Cupcake!” she shouted and impaled herself on me in one thrust.
Cupcake started bouncing up and down on me – slowly at first and then faster and faster. I reached up and started unbuttoning the gown and then reached inside and fondled her breasts and nipples. She came with a loud grunt and an animalistic growl.
“Now, come for me!” she demanded.
I rolled her over so that I was on top and she locked her legs around my waist and began thrusting upward into me. I matched her rhythm, pushing in and out of her and soon came myself with a loud, exaggerated howl. Cupcake howled as loudly as she could and had another orgasm from the excitement at the thought that she was waking the other girls and everything in the woods around us.
I sat up with my back against a rock and pulled her onto my lap. Cupcake ground herself against me and orgasmed one or two more times before laying her head on my shoulder and panting to catch her breath.
