Tell Me What You'd Do To Me
When an old friend calls me to her hospital bed, there's nothing to do but say yes
"What would you do to me if I could get out of bed?"
I squeezed her hand and tried to remember her walking. I could picture her pink cheeks and her auburn hair on a November morning. Her eyes still burned with a desire for more than just living and her grip was firmer than expected.
"Maybe I'll just crawl in there with you," I said, teasing her to ward off my insecurity.
"I didn't ask you to visit so you could make me laugh," she said, coughing loudly in between chuckles. "What's the point of having a disgustingly perverted friend if he won't come be gross to me in the hospital? Come on; my husband hasn't had a sexual thought about me since I slipped on the stairs."
"I'll make you slip on the stairs," I said, raising an eyebrow. I could handle a little innuendo—a little sly flirting.
"That's the spirit," she said as I sat on the bed next to her. The hospital lights flickered overhead, and while she had a private room, the door was open, and the sounds of nurses rushing about were less than romantic. The oxygen tank didn't help either, although if I let my mind do its worse, those open gowns were pretty sexy.
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"I wish I could see you walk in that thing," I said, peeking under the thin robe with another Groucho-like wiggle of the brow.
"Not now," she said quietly. "I mean, thank you, but I don't want to think about this body or this room. I need a tiny vacation, Ben. Just a few words to let me forget, even for a moment."
I tried to smile and find some memory that would let me do the same. It wasn't exactly the request I had expected when I called to say I was coming, but I wasn't entirely surprised either. Sadie was always one to ask for what she wanted.
"Sadie, I…."
"Come on, handsome; I know you have it in you. I can show you a picture if you like. One of me a few years ago. Back when I thought sending Gary a naked picture might inspire some renewal."
"No," I said, putting my hand on hers as she gently gripped her phone. "I don't need to see that to remember how much I want you."
I heard her sigh, long and low, as if some deeper part of herself was shifting awake for the first time in ages. She looked up at me with a smile that hid secrets, and it came flooding back in an instant. I could smell her hair and her laugh. I could taste her lips and her skin. I closed my eyes and let that familiar lust fill me as I slid down next to her on the bed.
"It was a day like this," I whispered. "Chilly but bright, and outside the window the leaves turned a brilliant blanket of color. Gary was away for the weekend, and I came over to drink wine and watch the movies he didn't like. Do you remember the couch and the blanket and the warm cabernet as it melted on our tongues?"
"I can picture it," she said, her eyes closed as we lay pressed ever so gently together.
"I expected nothing but wanted everything. How long had I dreamed of kissing your lips or undressing you? It must have been years at that point, and my morality had begun to mean less and less to me. What was morality compared to how badly I wanted you? How could anything be more important than that?"
"What did we do?"
"It started with my hand on your thigh under the blanket. Can you feel it? You snuggled next to me, but when I touched you, you didn't shy away. Your legs fell open as I pressed my fingers into your leg, and when I heard you sigh, I knew there was no going back. Some part of me didn't think I could stop if I wanted to, and I didn't want to."
"You had to convince me," she whispered. "You pushed so hard; how could I say no?"
Her reasoning hurt even as I understood it. Normal desire wasn't enough. Sadie needed something bigger than that. Something more dangerous. Something with a safer fear. This wasn't about romance or love—those she had.
"I could feel my body growing tense, and when I turned and looked into your eyes, I think you knew. Maybe I growled or whispered something, I don't remember, but you backed away on the couch, a hint of concern in your eyes. I leaned in close, pushing the blanket to the floor as I pulled your leg up around me. You fell to your back as I moved over you, staring down into your deep blue eyes, and you knew.
"’I want you,’ I said. ‘I want you so fucking badly, Sadie. I can't believe how long I've waited to be alone with you like this. How long I've waited to kiss you. To taste you. To see you naked beneath me.’
"You hinted at a struggle. I could see the confusion in your eyes as I reached down and began to raise your shirt, sliding my hands up over your soft, warm skin beneath it. You shook your head and moaned no as I slipped it off and kissed your neck as my hands found your breasts. You struggled beneath me as my teeth found your shoulder, and then my mouth met yours. I could feel your breathing quicken as I kissed you, and you pressed on my chest with both hands."
I could feel Sadie trembling next to me on the hospital bed, but she didn't open her eyes. I was uncomfortably hard against her frail form, but I had promised her not to stop.
"What then?"
"And then I was on you like a hungry beast, Sadie. I pinned your arms above you as I moved down your body, tearing your shorts from your hips as I breathed you in. You struggled and kicked as I opened my mouth on your wet skin, and then you cried out as I pushed my tongue deep inside you. I inhaled you, all of you, and I might have drowned if I didn't want to fuck you so badly. As it was, I forced an orgasm out of your body as you lay on the couch, your wrists trapped by one strong hand as my tongue and fingers invaded you in delicious circles."
"Oh, fuck," Sadie moaned. I saw one hand––the one without the IV––move between her legs, and I wondered if the nurses would rush in to check her vitals.
Still, I didn't stop.
"By the time I moved back up your body, you had resigned yourself to the inevitable. When I kissed your mouth, you kissed me back, and it was you who undid my pants and pushed them down. You begged for me to use your mouth, and it was you who choked on me as I thrust into you. I stared at you naked and glistening, and it was all I could do to hold back. Your lips and your mouth were perfect as you sucked my cock while I forced you into the couch, one hand still between your legs as I grew harder.
"I couldn't wait long, Sadie. I couldn't hold back, Sadie. Even with your expert touch, I needed something more, and with every passing second, I ached for it more and more.
"When I pulled back, you whined ever so pretty, and then I was on you again, my body hard against yours as we kissed. I pushed your thighs open wide, I rubbed against your wet skin, and I looked into your eyes."
"You told me you were going to fuck me," Sadie whispered. "You said you didn't care what I wanted. You needed me. And you were going to take me no matter what."
"And my god, did I fuck you," I moaned, desperately trying not to touch myself. The last thing I needed was to get thrown out of the hospital for molesting a patient. And yet, holding back was nearly impossible.
"I had never felt anything like it. When I pushed into your tight wet cunt, I knew nothing would ever be the same. Or better. As I began to slam into you, still pinning you down, I could barely believe it. After all these years, I was fucking my oldest friend, and I wasn't going to stop.
"I didn't care that you were married. I didn't care that you struggled, and I didn't care that we had long ago promised never to cross that line. I wanted you, and I was taking what I wanted.
"Your breasts rose and fell with each breath, and I couldn't look away from your beauty. Your hair fell onto the pillows, and your lips parted to meet me. And I wanted it all, Sadie. Even as I raised one leg so I might push deeper inside you, I wanted it all. I gripped your ass as I told you that you belonged to me now. That I wasn't going to stop. Or pull out."
"Fuck, Ben," Sadie moaned, and for a moment, I wondered if she was going to come. Could she still come? Would she break something or detach something?
I shook the thoughts from my head as I brushed her hair back and kissed her cheek.
"You wrapped your legs around me, do you remember, Sadie? You gave in at that last moment, and you let me fuck you until neither one of us remembered the taste of guilt. I slammed into you over and over again, your strong body taking everything I could give it. You squeezed me tightly, bit me back, and then cried out as I began to fill you, flooding your eager cunt with my entire being.
"I looked down, amazed by our connection, and you covered your face with your hands before reaching between your legs. When I pulled out, you touched yourself, feeling the mess I left behind before pushing your fingers into my mouth, making me taste us both.
"And then, as I lay there, looking down into your bright eyes, you told me to catch my breath because I was nowhere near done. You told me I had started it, so I had to finish it as well. Gary was gone for another thirty-six hours, and we weren't leaving the house. I kissed you again, feeling my body twitch, and then my god, did we fuck again. And again. And again."
I drifted off as Sadie found the strength to slap me playfully.
"Don't make it silly," she whispered as she lay still next to me. "Fuck, that was hot, though. Thank you."
"And you say I'm the dirty one. Did you come?"
"Sort of," she said. "It was at least the most pleasure I've felt in a long time. Thank you again."
I sat up and helped her with her glass of apple juice. She blinked her eyes at me as she sucked it through the straw, and both of us laughed at how ridiculous it felt. When I put the cup down, she sighed and dropped my hand.
"I think I could sleep for days after that."
"Rest is good. It'll make you strong."
"We'll see about that," she said, looking up at me with a sad smile that was unbearable. I closed my eyes and promised not to cry in front of her. When I kissed her forehead, she called me a tease.
"You're just so damn sexy," I whispered.
"Maybe next time," she said, shooing me away. "You big flirt. Always trying to get a piece of this."
"Always," I said, blowing her a kiss before stepping towards the door. "I love you."
"I know."