5 comments/ 11326 views/ 25 favorites A Special Kind of Love Ch. 01 By: CuddlyCoils It had been a long day, and I was ready to see my boyfriend. It was around 6:00 PM when I got to his house. I parked my car by the sidewalk and made my way up to his front door, my purse slung around my shoulder. Before stepping inside, I made sure my long, brown ombre hair was still nice and bouncy and the coat of lip gloss I had put on was still pretty. It never took a lot of work to impress him, but I wanted to look good anyway. Without knocking, I went inside. I smiled as I heard cracking and sizzling coming from the kitchen. I had gotten there just in time; my boyfriend was cooking dinner. My boyfriend, Billy, poked his head out of the kitchen. He was around my height, and he had short, brown hair. He was still wearing his work clothes—a white buttoned-down shirt with long sleeves, a red tie, and black slacks. "Ali?" he said, surprise in his voice. "Hey, babe," I said as I took my heels off by the door. Billy never liked it when people walked around his house in shoes. He thought it made his floors dirty. "I... I didn't know you were coming," he said quietly, sounding like he was ashamed. "Oh, you didn't, Mr. Detective?" I said slyly. I put on a big smile on my face so he would know I was only teasing. "I thought you had psychic powers." "What?" he said, smiling back and returning to his cooking. "Detectives...don't have psychic powers. That'd be awesome, though." I walked up behind him. My lips were exactly level with his ear. I whispered, "Can I hug you?" "Sure," he said in a simple tone. I rested my chin on Billy's shoulder and wrapped my arms around his stomach. He immediately tensed up, but a few seconds later, he was relaxed again. I gave him a kiss on his jaw bone, right below his ear. He smiled, but kept his eyes on his culinary art. "Whatcha making?" I asked, even though I knew full-well the answer. "Stir-fry," he said. "Mmm. Sounds delicious," I said, my lips just barely touching his ear. "I hope you have enough for me..." "Yeah, definitely," he said. "Good." My chin went back to his shoulder as I watched him work. One of the biggest perks about dating Billy was his cooking. It was impossible for him to conjure up anything that tasted bad. His incredible sense of detail was in full effect whenever he was at his stove or his grill. "So, how was your day?" I asked. "Catch any bad guys?" "Nope," he said. "Getting a few leads, though. How about you? How was your day?" "Good. I sold a lot of art today." "That's awesome, Ali," he said, touching my head with his. "That's really good." "Yeah..." I said. "Give me a kiss?" He turned his head and gave him a quick peck on the lips. A fire spread through me, but it disappeared as quickly as it began. I tightened my hold around his waist. It was happening again. I was beginning to need Billy. "Do you work tomorrow?" I asked. "Only if they call me in," he said. "Good..." I said, my lips nearing his ear again. In a deep, breathy whisper, I said, "Neither do I." I could tell that I had just triggered a wave of chills in his body. Goosebumps were popping up on his arms. "If it's alright with you," I continued, "I thought I could stay the night, and we could have a little f—" "Stir-fry's done!" Billy announced. "I'm gonna go set the table, okay?" "I'll help," I said. "No, no, that's okay." He turned off the stove then walked over to the cabinets and took out two plates. "Thank you, though." He went into the dining room and put the plates on the table, then walked back into the kitchen. I watched as he grabbed two forks and put those on the table. "What would you like to drink?" he asked. "Just water is fine," I replied. He filled two glasses and put those on the table. I didn't know where it came from, but a pang of sadness hit me. When Billy was four, he was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, a type of higher-functioning autism. If he'd had been diagnosed with regular autism, then, chances, are, we wouldn't have even met. I was Billy's first—his first date, his first kiss, his first girlfriend... Hell, I was probably the first girl to even touch him. I had no idea what drew me to him in the first place. Sure, he was incredibly respectful and cuter than any boy I had ever seen, but there was something else about him, too. I loved ow good of a listener he was. I'd never had a person that I could just vent to. Billy always listened to what I had to say, and the best part is, he remembered what I had to say. I met him at the gallery one night. He asked me about each of the paintings. Most customers were bored out of their minds when I talked about the paintings, but Billy was different. He was interested by where the paintings came from, who painted them, and where. Before I knew it, I glanced at my phone and I realized I had been talking to him for three hours. Billy told me that he'd be back the next day to buy something I was so surprised when he asked me out on a date. I hadn't known him that well, but he seemed nice, so I said yes and gave him my address. He took me to a fancy restaurant. I was really impressed by his choice of clothes. He wore a suit and tie. All I wore was a denim jacket and yoga pants. I was surprised to see him standing by my front door; any other guy I had gone a date with would've just waited in his car. I was embarrassed by how informal my clothes were compared to his, and I told him this, but he said I looked beautiful anyway. I had practically poured my heart out to him at the gallery, so I wanted tonight to be about Billy. I asked him about his job, and he told me that he was a detective. I was immediately fascinated by it. I told him that I was a big fan of police dramas on TV but he told me that it was a lot different. He didn't give me any examples. He just said, "It's a lot different from what you see on TV." He tried asking me more about my job, but I always managed to turn it around on him, so that he would answer my questions. Billy never gave me a full answer. He would elaborate as little as possible. Rarely would his sentences reach past fifteen words. I asked him if something was wrong and he said no and that he was really glad that we were "hanging out." I was not one to be friendzoned. When I wanted something, I would never take no for an answer, and there, at that restaurant, I wanted Billy. I "accidentally" dropped my spoon. Being the gentleman he was, Billy scrambled to pick it up for me. As he set it back on the table, I gave him my most charming smile and put my hand on his leg, then said, "Thank you, sweetie." The expression on Billy's face told me I had crossed a line. I immediately retracted my hand off him and returned to eating my pasta. "You're welcome, Ali," I heard him say. I looked up at him. He had a small yet friendly smile on his face, making me question whether touching his leg was just a hallucination or not. Billy paid for our meals and left a pretty good tip for our waiter. We were completely silent on the way back. We pulled up in front of the house. It looked as if our date was over. No "When can I see you again?" or "I had a great time," or anything like that. I sat there in the passenger seat for a few seconds, then opened the door. "Well, see ya," I said. "Wait," Billy said. His voice was far from demanding. It sounded like he just randomly said the word "wait" instead of...well, telling me to wait. "Yeah?" I said. "I... I want to tell you something, Ali." "Uhhh... Okay. Shoot." "Okay, uh... Don't... Don't be freaked out by this, but..." "What?" I said, my interest rising. "This... This is the first date I've ever been on," he said. I looked at him, not saying anything. My first thought was that he was lying. He was too handsome and polite for this to be his first date, and he pulled that night off so well, I assumed he'd been on lots of dates before. "Oh," I said. "Yeah. So I just wanted to say...thank you. I was really scared, but in the end...it was fun." My hands went all over the place. I opened up his glove compartment and found a pen. I looked around some more, looking for a napkin, or even a tissue. "Do you have anything I can write on?" I asked. "Well... No, not really," he said, a sorry tone in his voice. "Why?" "Here. Give me your hand," I told him. He hesitated, but only for a second. Then he moved his hand over to me. With my left hand, I grabbed his wrist, and I instantly felt him tense up. I scribbled my cell phone number on the back of his hand. I scribed each number carefully and deliberately, so that he could see it clearly. "Call me," I said. I leaned over to him and gave his cheek a kiss, then whispered, "I think it was fun, too." I stepped out of the car slowly, in case he wanted to get a good look at my round ass. He started driving away once I was halfway to my door. "Everything's ready," Billy said, startling me out of my memory. We sat down and began eating. I immediately realized I had picked the perfect night to come over and eat dinner with him. His stir-fry was amazing. "Mmm..." I moaned after my first bite. "Billy, this is so good." He blushed and looked away sheepishly. "Thanks," he said. "No, I'm serious," I said, putting my hand on his knee. "This is really good." Our eyes locked. With any other person, Billy could hold eye contact with them for barely three seconds, but with me, he never looked away. "I love you," I said. "I love you too," he said back. I let out a cute giggle and gave his knee a squeeze before letting go. "By the way, I don't think you answered me... Is it okay if I spend the night?" "Yeah, definitely," he said, excitement in his voice. "Good," I said. I returned to the Holy Grail that was my meal. My eyes rolled back into my head as I took another bite. "So good..." When we were finished, Billy took everything into the kitchen. He began to rinse everything off and put it in the dishwasher. I went behind him and hugged him again, giving him a big, long kiss on the back of his head. I made a "mwah!" sound as my lips let go. "That was really good, baby," I told him as I held him close. "I'm gonna go draw us a nice, hot bubble bath. That sound okay?" "Y-yeah," he said nervously. "Can... Can you do...lots of bubbles?" Billy had never seen me naked. In fact, he had never seen a woman naked period. I was planning on changing that...soon. "Of course," I answered. I could feel the relief emanating off of him. I gave him one more kiss then left. I went to my purse and grabbed my 3-in-1 bubble bath soap. It was lime-scented, Billy's favorite smell. I could still hear him rinsing everything to perfection. I knew I had a while. I went to the bathroom and started filling the tub. I was always amazed by how clean Billy kept his bathroom. The mirrors were spotless, the floor was clean enough to eat off of, and the bathtub never lost its pearly white color. I put barely a tablespoon of soap in with the water. Bubbles immediately began to appear. I tied my hair back so it wouldn't get wet, then undressed and looked myself in the mirror. I looked at my full, medium-sized breasts and flat, sculpted belly, both of which I admired greatly. I always tried to picture Billy's reaction to seeing me in my nude form. The same thing would always pop up—surprise. Most men would look straight at a naked woman, but I knew Billy well enough to know that he would look away from a naked woman. I pushed those thoughts away. I wanted that night to be special for him. I wanted to show him the sensation of intimacy. I stepped into the tub. I let out a deep sigh as the hot water took me in. Once everything from my neck down was hidden within the bubbles, I turned the water off. "Ya coming, babe?" I called. "Yep!" I heard him yell. There were footsteps, then the door opened, and Billy poked his head in. "Come on," I coaxed him. "It's... It's okay to come in?" he asked. I had to suppress a laugh. The smile, however, was impossible to hide. "Yes, silly! Come on. The water's nice and warm." "You...want me to get in with you?" "Uh, yeah," I answered. I was starting to get seriously annoyed. "Come on, sweetie. Take your clothes off and sit on the opposite side of me." Billy hesitated. But, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He kept his eyes off me and on the floor. He undid his belt and dropped it on the floor. Next was his tie, which he hung on the doorknob. He slipped his socks off and put them neatly beside his belt. He looked at me, finally. I looked into his eyes, then at his shirt, then back to his eyes. Billy understood. He unbuttoned his shirt. He looked at me again. I said to him, "Now, just take it off." He sighed and closed his eyes. I couldn't believe how nervous he was. After a few seconds that felt like hours, Billy took it off and dropped it on the floor. A broad smile appeared on my face. He looked just as I hoped he would. The first thing I took in was his abs, then his tight, skinny waist. His pectorals weren't too big—they were just the right size. I gave an extra-long look at his arms, especially his biceps. He definitely had the body of a policeman. "Billy," I said. "You're so...sexy." He blushed, looking at the floor again. "No I'm not," he said quietly. "Yes you are, sweetie. Now, can you pull down your pants for me?" Billy shut his eyes and let out another exhale. He unbuttoned his pants and undid the fly. He pulled down his pants, as well as his underwear, and stepped out of them. For the first time, I got to see his beautiful dick. And it really was beautiful. He had recently shaved, so there was nothing obstructing the gorgeous view. It more girthy than long. It wasn't red, or purple, or brown. Its color was...normal. There weren't any veins jutting out. All in all, Billy had a fairly normal dick that was slightly on the large side. It was perfect. I pulled my knees up to my chest so that he had a place to sit. "So... You...want me to sit in front of you?" he asked. "Yep," I said. "And just put your feet right by one of my hips." "Wh-which one?" "Whichever." He put one foot in the tub, then the other. He lowered himself until his hindquarters sank into the water. I grabbed his ankles and gently guided them to the side of my left hip. I did the same thing. You could say we were like two acute triangles making a rectangle. Billy relaxed once he was used to the feeling of our left legs touching. "Isn't this nice, sweetie?" I asked, putting my hand on his shin. "Yeah," he said, smiling his cute smile. "Yeah, it is." "Good," I said. I shifted in my seat till I was comfy. "God, I still can't believe how sexy you are. After this, I need to give you a massage." "And... And back scratches?" he asked timidly. I giggled and gave his shin a brief rub. "Yes, and back scratches. Maybe both at the same time." Billy smiled. I felt him grab one of my feet. I let out a sigh as he began pressing his thumb into the sole. "Does...that feel good?" he asked. "Mm-hmmm..." I said, batting my eyes at him. "Can you do my other foot too, please?" "Y-yeah. Yeah, definitely." He grabbed my other foot and began kneading that one as well. "Ohhh, sweetheart... You're amazing..." I breathed. I closed my eyes and relaxed in my spot. Billy was giving me the best footrub I'd had in ages. Even in my relaxed state, I still wanted to pounce on Billy and shove his dick into my pussy. My need for him was only increasing. "Sweetie," I said, "just you wait till we get in your bed." Billy didn't say anything. He just kept up that same adorable smile. "Why were you so afraid to be naked in front of me?" I asked, subtly begging to hear his voice. "When I was younger," he said, "I was really, really fat. I was always self-conscious. Even when I lost all that weight, I was still... I don't know. I just still wasn't comfortable with myself. I guess I'm still not." "You're perfect, Billy," I said, and I meant it. I couldn't wait to get my hands on all those muscles... "Th-thanks, Ali. I think so, too. About you, I mean. You're perfect, too. . . . Well, not 'too,' because you're more perfect than I am. I... I..." "Hush," I said, giving him a giggle. "I get it. Thank you." Billy resumed his attentions on my feet. "But yeah, back then, I was a big fella," he said, probably feeling like this portion of the conversation hadn't been resolved. "What made you decide to lose weight?" I asked. "My mom called me fat," he replied. "She said I was... I was... I... I don't wanna say, but...she said some stuff to me that made me feel...guilty. So, out of that guilt, I set out to lose all of that weight." I listened intently; Billy hardly ever talked about his mother. All I knew was that she was neglectful, and that was it. Now, I was finally getting a look into his past. I wanted to know more while he was still open about. "Billy," I said, my voice firm but nowhere near irate. "Tell me more about your mom." He stopped rubbing my feet. He kept his eyes on the bubbles. Then, there was a long, drawn-out silence. I sat there, thinking, Did I just go too far? Please, Billy... Please tell me. I want to know... Finally, the silence was broken. Billy started rubbing my feet again as he said, "I... I hated her, Ali. She was...so terrible to me. When I got diagnosed with Asperger's, it's... It's like she just gave up on me. She pretended that I wasn't even there. Ali... She never showed up to any of my graduations. Not high school. Not college. Not even when I graduated the academy and became a cop—my dream job. She gave my sisters her full attention, though. But they knew that what she was doing wasn't right. They were the ones to take care of me. They helped me with homework, they drove me places, they helped me raise money for college..." He closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh. "I... I'm sorry, Ali. I...don't wanna talk about this anymore." "That's alright, sweetie," I said. My mind was reeling. It tore my heart apart, learning about how things were for Billy growing up. I didn't even want to know about his dad. Something told me their relationship was even worse. I realized that I had just killed any sexual feelings Billy might've been feeling. I slid my feet away from him, bring my knees up to my chest. I brought my legs under me, so that I was kneeling down. Doing my best to keep only a small section of my cleavage above the water, I closed the distance between us. As my face got closer to his, I made sure that the only part of me that was touching him was my hands. I closed my eyes as I pressed my lips against his, giving him a sweet kiss. Contrary to what one might think, Billy was actually a fairly decent kisser. I shuddered as I felt his hands tenderly grasp my neck. His hold on my neck was so gentle, it was as if he thought I was a fragile historical artifact. Much to both of our displeasure, I broke the kiss. I leaned forward toward his left ear. "Here's what I want you to do," I whispered. "I want you dry off and head to your room...naked." I moved over to his right ear, feeling him shiver under the water. "And I want to lie on your bed and wait for me. Sound good?" "That...sounds...really good," he stammered. He stared at me as I brought my face in front of his. A Special Kind of Love Ch. 01 I gave him a peck on the forehead. "Well, what are you waiting for, sex?" I asked, a big smile on my face. "Get goin'." I moved back from him as he scrambled to get up. He ran his hands all over his body, getting the bubbles off as quickly as possible. I tried not to giggle at how cute he was acting. He nearly fell as he lifted his foot to step out of the tub. Once he was out, he grabbed a towel and dried himself off. "Take your time, honey," I told him. His movements became significantly slower and less clumsy. It took him about five minutes to completely dry off. I was about to tell him to head to the bedroom, but before I could, he walked out of the bathroom and did anyway. I stepped out of the tub, not bothering to drain the water. I was feeling giddy. Imagining Billy on his bed, waiting, was making me hot. I dried myself off then untied my hair, letting it cascade down my back. I wrapped the towel around me and walked out. I went to my bag, and pulled out a green bra and black panties. I picked green knowing that it was Billy's favorite color. I slipped the lingerie on, right there in the living room. I was actually scared. I didn't know what it was I was scared of, though. Maybe I was feeling the pressure of this being Billy's first intimate experience? Maybe I was worried that I could hurt him? Maybe I was scared that he was going to back out? All sorts of possibilities were swimming through my mind. Billy was significantly different from any other boyfriend I'd had. I walked into his room. No seductive entrance, no slow movements. I just walked in there in a normal pace. Billy was on the bed, lying on his stomach. I put my hand on his back to let him know I was there. I lay down next to him as I ran my fingers up and down his spine. He let out a long exhale through his nose. Okay, so far, so good, I thought. I knew I had to go slow. If I went too fast, it'd be too much for him. "That feel good?" I asked him. He nodded. "Good." "Ali..." Billy turned his head so that he was looking at me. "Are... Are we...going to have sex?" It turned out that Billy was just as scared as I was. Maybe even more so. I almost said, "If you want," but instead, I said, "No." His body immediately relaxed and became less tense. He let out another deep sigh. "I... I know that was a weird thing to ask. I don't wanna seem like some dirty old man." "You're not a dirty old man," I told him. "You're the kindest, sweetest, most pure man I've ever met. And nothing that happens tonight will change what I think about you. Now...is it alright if I get on top of you?" Billy was taken aback by my question, but he still managed to answer. "Y-yeah." I moved over and straddled him. I put both hands on his back, letting it get used to their touch. After leaving them there for a couple seconds, my fingers crawled up his back like spiders. My hands traveled up to his head. I stroked his hair and massaged his scalp, causing him to let out a soft, satisfied moan. I licked my lips as I saw goosebumps beginning to take over his skin. "You're liking this," I stated. "Mm-hm," he said, his face buried in his pillow. "Maybe I need to get a little closer..." I put my hands on his shoulders as I lowered myself on top of him. My bra-covered breasts touched his shoulder blades. I got his legs in between mine. "That's better," I said. I could tell that Billy was getting extremely aroused. As my hands returned to his scalp, I moved my lips to his ear. Billy had something called ASMR, which basically meant he could get goosebumps from things such as sounds or the way things moved. I didn't have ASMR, so, to be honest, I was a little jealous of him. With my lips next to his ear, I hissed, "Sssssss..." Instantly, I felt his hair begin to stand on end. I grinned and giggled, knowing that I was both turning him on and pulling him into bliss. I went over to his other ear and did the same thing. "Sssssssssss..." That time I managed to make him moan. I could've guessed that, right then and there, I was giving Billy the best sensations he'd ever felt. I decided to stop doing that for a while, or else the hissing would've become less and less effective. "Ssstill feeling good, sssweetie?" I asked, tickling his ears with the fingernails of my pointer fingers. Billy was melting under me. His hair continued to stand on end, and goosebumps continued to erupt from his skin. "I'm going to roll us over," I told him. "I... I really want to feel those abs I just discovered you have." I wrapped my arms around his waists and my legs around his. With barely any effort, we rolled over onto our backs. Now Billy was laying on me. I smiled as I saw his cock stand straight up towards the ceiling. That poor thing... It needed attention from a certain someone... That someone being me, of course. "You're amazing, Ali," came Billy's soft voice. "This feels amazing..." "Shhhhhhh..." I said into his ear, triggering his ASMR some more. "Just relax...and let me take care of you." I shuddered as I moved my hands along his front side. His skin was still soft from the bath...and under that skin was a nice assortment of toned muscles. His body was perfect. I kissed and licked the neap of his neck as I fondled him. I tried to give each part of his body equal amounts of attention, but my hands always moved back to his abs without me noticing. "Sweetheart," I said to him, "do you mind if I...touch your dick?" Billy nodded. He didn't say anything. He just nodded. "Thank you. Just stay relaxed now, okay? Let me take of my baby..." My fingers entwined his throbbing cock. Immediately Billy started squirming. "Sh-sh-shhh..." I said. "It's okay, Billy. It's okay." "Will...this hurt?" he asked me. "No," I said. "No, it's going to feel amazing. Trust me, okay?" With only a slight hold on his shaft, I began to pump. Billy moaned again and started spazzing. "Shhh..." I draped my other arms over his chest. "Just relax, baby... Just relax." Billy's face scrunched up as his body stiffened like a tree. I kept my face right by his as I watched my work. My hand was hardly moving at a medium pace, and Billy was acting like I was giving him the roughest handjob ever. "A-Ali...!" he wheezed. "I... I think I'm gonna—" "Go ahead, sweetie," I said. "Cum for me." "But— Where is— Gahhh!" I smiled as I watched him climax. It almost looked like a fireworks show. Hot streams of cum shot straight high into the air, then came crashing down on the sheets of the bed. "Ali..." he heaved. "I'm...sorry... I didn't want to go so early... It's just...I've never—" "It's okay," I told him. "Tomorrow...we can do more of it. All day long. You'll get used to these feelings. You'll start to like them. We'll just move slow, okay?" "Y-yeah," he breathed. "Okay." "Now...why don't you roll over so I can give you those back scratches?" Billy's body shook violently as he tried to turn himself over. He whimpered as his dick touched his bed. I guided his head to rest on my chest. "That's it, baby..." I whispered as I wrapped my arms around him. I loved the sensation of his navel touching mine. I wasted no time in working my magic. I wanted him prepped and ready to go for what I had in store for the morning. My fingernails grazed his skin ever so gently. They went up and down his back, getting the goosebumps to come back. I began to feel Billy getting heavier on top of me easy. I was sad that his dick was on the bed and not against my lace-covered pussy. Soon, he was asleep. It wasn't long before I was too. We were awoken by the vibrating of Billy's phone. In my quarter-awake state, I tried to wrap my arms around to keep him answering it, but I was too slow. The phone stopped buzzing, then I heard Billy say, "This is Andrews." I let out a small groan. He was getting called in. No sex-filled day for me. "Yeah. R-really? Where? Uh-huh... Uh-huh... Okay. I'll be right there." Billy started running around in a mad dash to get his work clothes on. I let out another groan, letting him know I was still there, just in case he'd forgotten. "S-sorry, Ali," he said as he clumsily slipped into some pants. "They... They need me. It's really important. I mean...y'know, not that you're important. Wait. No. I mean, not that you're not important, too. I... I... I'll try to be back by lunch, all right?" After buttoning up his shirt and tucking it in his pants, he found a tie and fought to get it around his neck. "I...had a great time last night, Ali. Thank you." "Just go," I said, a little brattier than I wanted to be. "Just...go." Billy gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "See you later. I have cereal in the cabinets. Tomorrow I'll make som—" "Just go," I said again. "All... All right. See you later." He closed the door as he walked out. I heard him in the living room putting his shoes on. Soon, I heard the front door close. I buried my face in the pillow. The night before had been a complete, utter waste. A Special Kind of Love Ch. 02 I had no idea why, but I wanted to visit Billy—or Detective Andrews. I put on the most basic of white girl clothes: a flannel-patterned shirt over a white tank top, black leggings, and a pair on ankle-high boots. I quickly tied my hair into a messy bun and put on a thin layer of makeup before leaving my house around 10:30 in the morning. It was a chilly day, but it wasn't freezing. Gray clouds covered the sky. A slight breeze would occasionally go by. It was perfect weather for a couple to cuddle to, and yet my boyfriend was working on a day that was supposed to be his day off. Then I knew why I wanted to visit him. I wanted to give him some...encouragement to work faster so he could be off sooner. I had no idea how it worked if he got called in. Would he have the same hours as a regular shift? Would he be able to go after what he needed to do was done? What was it that he needed to do? I hated myself for being so goddamn selfish. I hated that I was thinking of Billy like he was my property—something that belonged to me only. But the night before, when I got Billy to orgasm, I felt something...powerful. For so long, I had let boys take control of me, but Billy was so different from any other guy I'd dated. The night before, I had control, and, dammit, I wanted to feel that power of control again. I wanted to be his only source of pleasure. I wanted to wrap myself around him again, with my hand ensnared around his throbbing cock. I wanted to have my lips right next to his ear, hissing into it and causing goosebumps to shoot out of his skin. And most importantly, I wanted his dick inside me. My mouth, my pussy, even my asshole—it didn't matter. The thought of me being the girl to take his virginity thrilled me. I was already his first kiss, and I had just given him his first handjob, so why stop there? I also loved how sweet he was to me. I remembered on my birthday a couple months before when he got me a present I hadn't even directly asked him for. I had talked to him about it, but I never said, "By the way, if you could get me that for my birthday, that'd be great." I remembered making out with him that night, holding him against the wall and covering his face in lipstick stains. The thought of domination crossed my mind, and my face cringed. I would do anything like that with Billy. I knew he wouldn't like that. He was too sensitive. It would bring back memories of him being neglected by his mother. I didn't want to hurt him for my pleasure. I didn't want him calling me his queen or his mistress. As I stopped at an intersection, a mental picture of a bound-up Billy flashed in my mind, and I scrunched up my face as if I had just eaten a sour candy. If I was a domme, if I made him my "slave," Billy would only love me out of fear. I took a few deep breaths to emerge from that dark place in my mind. I pulled into the parking lot of the police station. I looked in the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair, fluffing it up. Inside the police station was a large office that was bustling with activity. I felt a little out of my element there. I scanned the room carefully as I looked for Billy. I spotted him sitting at a desk at the northwest corner of the room. I began strutting over to him, a big grin on my face. Several men looked over at me as I walked past. I even heard someone whistle at me. I paid no attention to them and kept my eyes on Billy. His desk was completely covered in papers. Sitting on the other side of him was a black-haired man wearing a suit and tie. He looked at me, stunned, then at Billy, then back at me. He cleared his throat. Billy looked at him as he gestured toward me. Billy looked at me, surprised, to say the least. "H-hey," he said. "I... Uh..." "Hello, detective," I said in a sultry voice. I bent down and kissed him on the cheek. Billy was still blubbering. "I... I-I, uh... Th...this is my partner," he said, gesturing at the man sitting in front of him, "Detective Pedersen." "You can call me Harry," Billy's partner said as he extended his hand. "Nice to meet you," I said as I took his hand and shook it. "I'm Ali, Billy's girlfriend." "So you're Ali..." Harry said as he leaned back and sized me up. "Damn. Billy talks about you a lot." "Oh, really?" I said as I put my hands on Billy's shoulders. "Like what?" "Oh, you know, crap about how beautiful you are and how perfect you are and how nice you are to him." Billy blushed as his eyes went to the floor. "To be perfectly honest, I thought he was lying," Harry continued. "I kept thinking, 'No way could Andrews have such a perfect relationship,' but then, bada-bing, here you are." "Aw, Billy," I said as I gave my boyfriend's shoulders a quick squeeze. He looked up at me. "Is there something wrong?" he asked. "Did something happen? What's going on? What're you doing here?" "Nothing's wrong," I told him. With a smooth movement, I took my hands off him and sat on his lap. I would've straddled him, but I didn't want to get him in trouble. I smiled at him as my right shoulder pushed against his left shoulder. "Then..." he said, before stammering again. "Th-then, uh... What's—" "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about this morning." "Huh?" Harry piped up. "What happened this morning?" "I-it's okay," Billy said, his face mere inches from mine. "I mean... I understand that you were looking forward to, uh, today, and I just kinda left you." "No, Billy," I said. "I shouldn't have gotten mad. I shouldn't have been such an ass towards you." "The hell are you guys talking about?" asked Harry. I gave Billy a kiss on the forehead. I stayed there for a moment, as if I was transferring my love from my lips to his skin. I let go and looked deeply into his eyes. "Get home soon, okay?" I said. "I miss you. Text me when you get off, all right?" "I'll call you," he said, a cute smile forming on his face. "Okay." We gave each other a peck on the lips. I ruffled his hair as I got up. "See you. I love you." "I love you too," Billy said. As soon as I started walking away, I heard Harry say, "Do hot chicks dig guys with autism? 'Cause if so, I want to be autistic." "No, you don't, Harry," Billy said. "I do." "You don't." As I got back in my car, I covered my face with hands. I couldn't believe how desperate I looked to him. I groaned as I thought of all the shit Billy was going to get. A pretty girl wearing a mildly provocative outfit coming in and smothering him—I knew the entire department wouldn't let him live that one down. I started my car, ready to get out of there as quickly as possible. When I got home, I plopped down on the couch and turned on Netflix, just like many other girls in their twenties. I groaned some more as I remembered that Billy and I shared the same account. I was syphoning off him! I was leeching him! I chose something on my queue—I didn't know what—that could play in the background as I wallowed in my misery. I remembered all of my thoughts from the way to the police station. I remembered the thrill I got as I thought of being the first woman Billy had sex with. I turned my brain off. I didn't want to think about fulfilling my desires through Billy. But my brain wouldn't turn itself off. I began thinking about how much I loved Billy. Then it hit me. That was the whole reason why I enthralled in being the one to take his virginity. Because I loved him. That was why I was so possessive of him. I loved him. I loved him with all my heart. He was one of the greatest people I knew. He deserved the best, and it was up to me to be the best girlfriend I could be. I still knew he was going to get crap from me visiting him, though. I must've fallen asleep, because I nearly had a heart attack when my phone started buzzing. I looked at the screen. Unknown number. The area code was the same as Billy's, so I figured it would be okay to answer. "Hello...?" I said in a groggy voice as I brought my phone up to my ear. "Hi," said a woman's voice. "Is this...Alisandra?" ". . . Yeahhh..." I said, cautious. "Who... Who is this?" I booked it to the hospital. Apparently, Billy had gotten run over. I tried to not break any driving laws as I drove my way to the hospital. All sorts of questions were swimming in brain. They were all connected to two questions: What happened? And is he okay? Harry was there when I walked into the E.R. I walked over to him and began drilling him with questions. "Harry, what's going on? How's Billy? Is he okay? What happened? Is he going to be alri—?" Harry put his finger against his lips, effectively silencing me. "Billy pushed me out of the way of a car," he explained. "We were going after this guy. We chased 'im and chased 'im. When he got far enough ahead of us, he broke into a car. Next thing I knew, I saw this old rickety car coming right at me. Billy pushed me... Oh, God..." Harry took a few steps back as he rubbed his face with his hands. "Billy pushed me away and tripped. The guy ran over his leg with the side tires. God, Ali... It was gruesome." "He's... He's gonna live?" I asked. "Oh yeah, he'll live," Harry assured me. "His leg, through... It sure took a beating." "Well, where is he now? I need to see him!" "Whoa, whoa, settle down," Harry said, putting his hands up. "He's in surgery right now. It... It'll be awhile." "Detective, I need to see him," I told him firmly. "He needs to see me." "Hey, I won't argue with that," Harry said. "They'll let us know when we can see 'im. We just hafta be patient." Harry sat down, while I remained on my feet, pacing in a small circle. I needed to gather my thoughts. Billy was going to be okay. But it was killing me—thinking about how much pain he had been in. Plus, I dwelled on whether Billy would be able to take care of himself while his leg healed. "You know something, Ali?" Harry asked. "You've got yourself a good man. I can't think of anyone else who would've also done what he did. He saved my life, Ali. He— Hey, are you crying?" My nose made a loud sniffing noise as tears began to gush out of my eyes. Hearing Billy's partner talk about him like that triggered something in me. I sat down two seats away from him and sobbed quietly. I could've lost him, I kept thinking to myself. I could've lost him... "He'll be alright," Harry said. "We'll see 'im soon." He and I waited there for what felt like hours. My heart was pounding against my chest, and I felt butterflies fluttering inside of my stomach. Harry had his elbows on his knees and was rubbing his temples with his fingers. Suddenly, he stopped, then looked at me. "I've been meanin' to ask," he said, "how'd Billy get a dame like you?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "What do you mean?" "Like, what did he do to get you to fall in love with 'im?" I thought for a moment. I smiled as I looked at Harry and said, "He didn't do anything." That wasn't the answer Harry was looking for. "Nothing? He did...nothing?" "No, no, he did something, but—" "What?" Harry asked, scooting a little closer to me. "What'd he do?" "He... He let me be myself." ". . . What?" I rested my hand on my fist as I began to reminisce. "I work at an art gallery. That's where we first met. And, I knew how customers were. They'd walk in with something in mind, find it, and then leave. Billy... He wasn't sure what he was looking for. And...it was just one of those rare occasions where I got to tell a customer about each piece of art. Then, after that... We went on a few dates, and... Yeah." Harry bowed his head backwards, looking straight up at the ceiling. "The hell was Billy doing at an art gallery in the first place...?" Just then, two women walked in. They both wore winter hats, heavy coats, and gloves. I was jealous of them, as I was still in my "basic white girl" outfit. They looked at me. I didn't recognize them, but they seemed to recognize me. They looked a lot alike. One was taller and had straight hair, while the other was shorter and had curly hair. They walked over to us. "Hello," said the taller one. "We're Billy's sisters. I'm Courtney." "I'm Jessie," said the shorter one. "Nice to meet you." "O-oh..." I said. "Hi. I'm—" "Ali. We know," Jessie said. "Billy talks a lot about you," Courtney told me. "We... We never thought he'd find...a significant other. You've made such an impact on him." It took all my might stop myself from crying. I stood up and shook their hands. "W-wow, thanks..." I stammered. "He's...a great guy. You two... You two raised him well." Grim expression over took their faces, and immediately I was worried I had crossed a line. "He told you?" asked Courtney. She didn't sound mad, just solemn. "Yeah," I said. "He told me." "Mom was a complete jerk to him," said Jessie. "All because he was different." "She's... She's coming, isn't she?" I asked. "I don't know," said Courtney. "We called her, but it went to voicemail." We sat down and talked. I once again recited how Billy and I met. For the next two hours, they told me more about Billy's childhood. It turns out, Billy had only scratched the surface from what he told me in the bathtub the night before. They told me about how he was always responsible for getting himself home when he was in grade school. They told me how he had to build up the money all by himself to buy a car. They told me that he had to buy his own clothes and do his own laundry. Apparently he never told Harry about his past, because as he listened, a horrified expression emerged from his face. "Dear God..." he kept saying, over and over again. "Why didn't Billy tell me about that stuff?" I asked. "He buries it," Jessie explained. "He doesn't want to bother other people with it. Anyone. Not even his friends." "Especially his friends," said Courtney. Suddenly, Harry stood up. "Detective," said Courtney, "what're you doing?" "I'm gonna go arrest that bitch," Harry said simply. "Where does she live?" "Harry, don't," I said. "Billy needs you here." "I know," said the detective, "but I'm not gonna let it slide that my best friend was neglected. Now where does she l—" "Excuse me," said a female voice. Standing behind Harry was a curly-haired nurse. "Are you guys Billy Andrews' family?" "Yes," all four of us said. "Okay..." she said. "Well, I came to tell you that Billy's operation is finished. He's in the recovery room, and he hasn't woken up from the anesthesia yet. Once he's stabilized and transferred to a regular room, immediate family members can see him." "We're all immediate family," Harry said. His head bowed to the floor as he sheepishly said, "Plus...I'm kinda the reason why he, uh... ended up here." The nurse was silent for a moment. She then blinked, coming out of her stupor. "I'll come back in a few minutes." Harry sat back down. All four of us were silent as we waited. I had no idea what to expect when I got to see Billy. I remembered Harry saying it was "gruesome." I imagined it would've been, since his leg had been crushed by the side tires of a car. I imagined Billy laying there with a giant cast over his foot, with a heart monitor beeping beside him. I got out my phone and looked through all the photos I had of me and him together. I croaked as I came to the picture of him kissing me on the cheek. "It's just his leg, Ali," Harry reassured me. "He'll be just fine." I looked over at his sisters, Courtney and Jessie. They looked even more scared than I was. The three of us remained close as we sobbed quietly together. "Good lord," Harry said as he shook his head. "Girls, he's gonna be fine. Give it a couple o' months, and it'll be like this never happened." We remained in the E.R. for what felt like hours. It was getting dark outside, even though it wasn't even 6:00 yet. Courtney, Jessie, and I were huddled as we prayed to God that Billy would be okay. Harry sat in silence, keeping his eyes on his knees. His arms were crossed, and a stern glare was painted on his face. I was baffled by how little emotion he was showing. "Do you...even care about what's happening?" I asked. He looked at me. "The hell do you... Of course I do." "Well, you seem really calm." "Trust me—I'm not. I'm freakin' out. Billy and me... We're... We're...best friends. When we first started working together, I hated him, Ali. He was such a goody-two-shoes. He seemed like a giant pushover—someone who shouldn't be in the force, or even near it." "What made you like him?" I asked. "He helped me become a better person. I mean... Everyone liked him. Everyone. I guess I was kinda jealous o' that. So, he helped me become more likeable. And that's when I saw why others liked him so much. He was always that guy you could rant about your problems with, and he'd always listen. And you always knew he was listening. You could see him processing that information and just...memorizing it. He was a— He is a great guy. He... He..." Harry stop talking. He put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, taking a deep breath. I thought about putting my arm around him. But I didn't; there would be plenty of time to do that for Billy. "Excuse me," said a familiar female voice. "Billy's ready for you guys, if you are." All four of us looked at one another, just to be sure each of us was ready. We got up and began following the nurse into the hospital. We were all very antsy to get in Billy's hospital room. It was a medium-sized room, with a bathroom, a sink, and a TV on the wall opposite from the bed. Billy was laying there with a multitude of I.V.s in his left arm. His left leg was covered in a cast and laying on a stack of pillows. Courtney, Jessie, and I were at his sides in an instant—me on his right side, his sisters on his left. The bed railing made it tough, but all three of us embraced him. He let out a soft grunt as he became entwined in our arms and covered in our kisses. "Oh, sweetie, are you okay?" "Does it hurt?" "How are you feeling?" "I'm so glad you're okay, Billy..." "Are you alright?" "Is there anything I can do, sweetie?" "You'll be just fine, bud." "It's okay, Billy, we're here now..." "Do you need anything?" "Ladies, geez," said Harry. "Give 'im some space." He gave Billy a smile. "How you doin'?" "Good," Billy mustered to say; his sisters and I were still smothering him. "Really good." I pressed my lips against my baby's cheek, not giving a single damn that his sisters were barely a foot away. I held the kiss for a length amount of time—almost fifteen seconds. As I let go, my lips made a popping sound. The nurse looked on awkwardly. She probably wasn't expecting Billy getting this much love from us. Billy looked at me and smiled. "Hi, Ali," he said. He looked at his sisters. "Hi, guys." "I'm so sorry this happened," said Courtney. "You'll... You'll be okay, bud." "It's alright," he said, sounding like he was accepting an apology. "You don't need to be sorry; this was all me." "No, it was all me," Harry spoke up. "I did this to you. I was th—" "You didn't do anything, Harry," Billy interrupted. "Let's talk about something else," Jessie said. She looked at the I.V.s in his arm. "What are these for?" "Oh, just medicines and fluids," Billy said. "There's some pain medication and some liquids to keep me hydrated." I didn't know what compelled me to do so, but I gave Billy another kiss on the cheek. My lips could feel him smiling. As I let go, I asked, "Does it hurt?" A Special Kind of Love Ch. 02 "Oh, most definitely," Billy said. "Right now it's pretty good, though. It hurts, but not as much as it did before you guys came in." "Do you remember anything?" Jessie asked. "Uh... Yeah, kind of. I remember the ambulance ride and going into the operation room. Then... Uh... I went on this table... I think I vomited sometime between those. They covered me in warm blankets... And that's it. Then I woke up in this white room. I was still under the effects of anesthesia so I probably rambled for a few minutes... Then I fell back asleep, then I woke up in here. These nurses came in and asked me all sorts of questions, then, after that, you guys came in." I began to run my fingers through his hair. I could already feel him starting to shiver in pleasure. I figured it was the least I could do to distract my baby from the pain. "Are you hungry?" Courtney asked. "Do you need anything to eat?" "Uh-uh," he said. "I'm good. Thank, though." As my hand moved to the side of his head, Courtney's hand came over to the top of his head, then Jessie's hand went to the other side of his head. We watched him melt into his bed as the three of us stroked his hair together. His eyes closed, and his breathing became slow and deliberate. "Hey, Billy?" Harry said. Billy didn't answer. Courtney, Jessie, and I couldn't contain our giggles as we realized we had just put him to sleep. Jessie and I kissed his cheeks, while Courtney kissed his forehead. "Can't believe how much he likes being babied," Harry said. "Lucky son of a bitch..." We forced ourselves to peel ourselves off of him. As I looked down at him, I couldn't help but smile. I was ecstatic that everything was going to be okay. It was barely over and hour later. I had stopped by his house and gotten some things that would help him pass the time. I ordered a salad from the cafeteria and got it to go. I brought my food up to Billy's room, hoping that I could share some with him. I had to wait before I could go in, since they were giving him some meds and checking on his leg. They let me in when they were finished. The lights were off, making the room quite dark. "Hi, sweetie," I said to him as I sat on the couch next to his bed. "Hi, Ali," he said, a friendly but tired smile on his face. "Where... Where'd everyone go?" "Courtney and Jessie went to their hotel, and Harry went home," I explained. "Oh," he said. "Okay." "Do you want some of my salad?" I asked. "No, thanks," he said, shaking his head slightly. "Still not very hungry. Do you know what time it is?" "Around nine," I told him. "Crap, you better get home, too." "I'm not going anywhere," I said sincerely. "I don't want you to spend the night all alone." "Ali, you don't have t—" "I know, but I want to," I said. "Hey, look what I got." I removed the hefty hardcover book from under my arm and held it in front of me. "I got your Green Lantern omnibus." "W-wow... Thanks, Ali," he said as I set it on the small table between us. "I also brought my laptop, so we can watch some Netflix tomorrow." "Aw, heck yeah," he said both weakly and enthusiastically. I removed my shoes and socks. I hopped up onto the skinny bed, nuzzling into his right side, away from his I.V.'d arm and injured leg. "A-Ali..." Billy said nervously. "I... I don't think you're supposed to be up here..." "Oh, shush," I said as I kissed his cheek. "Let me comfort you, all right?" I decided not to get under the covers with him, as fun as it would've been. I reached over him and grabbed the remote to the bed. I made the bed recline until it was at about a twenty-degree angle, so we weren't exactly lying flat on our backs. Billy couldn't lay on his sides or his belly, and he hardly ever slept on his back, so I knew how uncomfortable he was. But I was there, eager to lull him into a blissful slumber. "I hope you don't mind me favoring your right ear," I whispered, causing him to shiver in response. I giggled. "I didn't think so." Billy always had trouble falling asleep in new, unfamiliar places, whether it was a hotel, someone's house, or a hospital. I was ready to remedy that... I fluffed up his pillow and adjusted his covers. I slipped my left arm under his head and draped my right arm over his chest. "Are you comfy yet?" Billy paused. I could tell he wanted say no, but instead he voiced, "Yeah." I saw right through it. "You poor baby," I said. "I wish there was more I could do..." "It's just...these stupid I.V.s," he said, lifting up his left arm. "They just... They limit me." "Shhh-sh-sh-shhh..." I breathed into his ear. I felt his head become heavy on my arm. "You're stressed. But I know how to make it all melt away..." "O-okay... How?" There was no easy way to say it. So, I had to be as honest and upfront as possible. "I can give you a blowjob." His head turned so he could look at me. He didn't seem fazed or even surprised. "What's that?" he asked. I smiled but managed to hold in my giggles of giddiness. "It's when I take your dick into my mouth, then lick it and suck it." "Ali," Billy said. "Don't you remember last night? I made a fountain of that...stuff come out. What if it gets on my clothes or...or...or on the bed?" "Trust me," I told him. "I won't let any of it get out." "Get out of what?" "My mouth, silly." "Oh. Yeah. Sorry, that was a stupid... Wait, are there cameras in here?" I looked around the room. There didn't seem to be any that I could see. "I don't know about this, Ali..." "It'll be fine," I assured him. "It's going to feel amazing. You'll feel amazing. All right?" ". . . All right." "Do you trust me?" Billy nodded. "I trust you." I gave his cheek one final kiss. Normally, I would have teased him a little before getting to the blowjob, but I had a good feeling that that would cause a premature ejaculation from Billy. Any other guy I'd been with would've been able to handle it, but Billy was so much more delicate. I got off the bed. I thought about how to do it. Kneeling would've been sexier, but standing and bending over his cock would've given me more leverage. I decided to go with the latter. I pulled the sheets down until they were at his mid-thigh. I took my hand and pulled out his dick. It was already at half-mast, almost ready for my love. I gently blew on it, stimulating it with a gentle breeze. Sure enough, Billy's dick began to stand up straight, rigid and firm. I bent over some more, until my chin was level with his hip. I took my tongue and slid it up the shaft, giving it a nice lick. Billy's entire body stiffened, but he didn't make a sound. He grabbed the bedrails, fighting the urge to spaz out, scream, or both. "Your cock tastes amazing, sweetheart," I whispered, my lips not even an inch from his dick. I gave it another lick, but this time, it was slower, more tantalizing. As I reached the tip, my tongue slithered back into my mouth, and I gave the tip a little kiss. "Ali," he gasped. "It... It's too much...!" I patted his belly as I grasped his cock with my other hand. "Just keep calm and remain being quiet," I told him, my tone a little too demanding. "I'm almost done. Just stay relaxed..." I parted my lips and slid them around the upper part of the shaft. Then I started going down. His dick slid against my hot, sticky tongue as it went deeper. As I reached the base, I giggled, pleasuring him with the vibration. It was as if his dick and my mouth were made for each other. His length was perfect. It was long, but not so long that it made it uncomfortable. I began bobbing my head up and down, my lips sealed shut around his length. No cum would be escaping my mouth. Up, down, up, down... I went at a steady pace, going at a slow rhythm. I halted at the base and moaned into his dick some more. "A-Ali...!" he wheezed. "This...is amazing...!" I giggled, sending more vibrations into his dick. I was surprised to feel his first load of cum slapping against the back of my throat. There was no warning or signal. He just...came. I gulped it down greedily, ready for more. And I knew Billy had more. I kept at it. It was best to keep going while he was still nice and hard for me. I kept my lips around the shaft, guiding my baby into another orgasm. I teased and tickled his ballsack with my fingernails. "Ali...!" I tried not to smile as he unleashed another hot load of cum. I was higher on his shaft, so this time I got to actually feel it on my tongue and taste it. To say it tasted good would be an understatement. It was very rich and sweet, but still had that common bitter taste, albeit slight. "Ali, please... No more..." Billy begged. My mouth made a loud popping noise as it unhanded his dick. I took a deep inhale, then a half-exhale half-giggle. "You were wonderful, baby," I told him, grasping his right hand. "That was— Oh..." One final drip of cum oozed out of his penis and trailed down the side of his shaft. "Wait... Ali... No, wait... Unnngh!" I ran my tongue up his dick—slowly, sensually. As I lapped up that final drop, I gave his dick a big, deep kiss. Like a lifelong lover saying goodbye, I put his dick away and pulled the sheets back over him. I watched him as I went to the sink and rinsed out my mouth. Billy lay there, exhausted, but content. He had the same happy expression he would always have after a nice, long session of back scratches. I rinsed my mouth for a couple minutes more, wanting it to be clean and kissable. "Ali..." he mumbled. "That was...perfect..." "You deserve nothing less, sweetie," I told him, and I meant it. Then I felt it—the thrill. I had just given Billy his first blowjob...in a hospital with a broken leg, no less. I was his first in so many things already, and I was still going down the list. But why was this so important to me? Why was I so fixated on being all of Billy's firsts? "Ali?" Billy said, dragging me from my thoughts. "You okay?" "Never better, baby," I said as I dried my mouth off. "Never better." I took my flannel shirt off, but left my tank top on. I reached both hands up to my head to let my hair down from the messy bun. I let the soft light illuminate my curves and show them off to Billy. The tightness of my stomach, the round shape of my ass, the largeness of my cleavage... I wanted Billy to see exactly what he scored. I caught him looking, but not at my breasts, my ass, or my stomach. He was looking at my face, into my eyes. In the end, we had both scored. I returned to my spot on his right side. As I cuddled against him—and he against me—I could tell he was still in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. "Do you want me to whisper you to sleep?" I asked as I motherly wrapped my arms around him. He nodded. "Billy..." I began, searching for things to say. "Billy... You are so loved. By your sisters, by Harry, by the people you work with...and by me. Especially me. You are so...special to me. You've brought more light into my life than anyone else. I love you more than anyone could love you. I care so much about you. You mean...everything to me. And seeing you like this... It breaks my heart. But you saved a life. You're... You're a hero, Billy. I'm going to support you. "I'm going to do all I can to make sure your recovery is wonderful. I would do anything for you, baby. Because I love you. I will always be here for you, giving you cuddles or back scratches or kisses or ASMR... Because you're my baby, and I always want you to be happy." And with that, Billy was fast asleep. I pressed against his side a little harder, wanting him to be as close to me as possible. I closed my eyes, and soon I was asleep as well. A Special Kind of Love Ch. 03 Billy was awake when I arose from the depths of blissful sleep. My head was on the right side of his chest, my long hair covering his shoulder. His arm was around me, and he was gently stroking my arm with his fingers. My back was lightly pressing against the bedrail. I could feel its cool, metallic touch through my tank top. I looked up at my love, a hazy grin on my face. "Good morning," I said. "Good morning," Billy said back. He also had a sleepy smile on his face. I moved up so I could rest my head on his pillow and give him a kiss on the cheek. "How did you sleep, sweetie?" I asked. "Pretty well," he said, his cheeks becoming rosy from the kiss. "I... I woke up in the middle of the night, but I got back to sleep. How 'bout you?" "Oh, amazingly," I said. I lifted my head up so that my face was above Billy's. My hair dangled from my head like a beautiful veil. "That's, uh... That's good," Billy said, obviously enchanted by the gorgeous view in front of him. I ran my right hand through his scalp. I immediately felt his hair stiffen as tingles took over his head. I gave him a sympathetic look as I said, "I'm sorry that you woke up. You should have told me so that I could've helped you fall back asleep." "I... I didn't want to wake you up," he said. "Aw, sweetie, don't worry about me," I told him as my fingers brushed the hair by his ear. "After all, you deserve to feel nice as much as possible." Our foreheads touched, igniting a little flame of passion within me. I got the extreme urge to take his delicious dick into my mouth once more, but I resisted it. It would've been dangerous if I decided to pleasure him during daylight hours. Our eyes met, and I could see the fires of love also burning in his irises. Without much of a warning, I pressed my lips into his. The sweet sounds of lips smacking filled the hospital room. I cupped my hands around the back of his head, holding him still for me to kiss him. Morning breath was not going to stop me. I slid my tongue into his mouth and traced the tip around the edges of his front teeth. I moaned into his mouth, gleeful that I was having this moment with my baby. Taking my hands off his head, I coiled my arms around his neck and pressed my large breasts into his pectorals. I let out another moan, but this one was more yearning, desiring. Our tongues made contact and began teasing each other. I devilishly slithered my tongue away from his and tickled the roof of his mouth with the tip. We both smiled and let out girlish giggles. As our lips separated, we once again gazed into each other's eyes. Billy's eyes were so full of love, warmth, compassion... As I unwrapped my arms from his neck and touched his cheeks with my fingertips, I looked upon him with lustful eyes. It was at that moment that I could feel both of us in love. It was as if the world around us didn't exist. It was just me and Billy, two young people feeling true love. There was a knock on the door, launching both of us out of our perfect moment. "Fuck!" I whispered as I scrambled to get off of him. I managed to crawl onto the couch next to the bed. There was another knock, then a nurse walked in. She was pretty—her blond hair was tied back, and she was wearing dark pink scrubs. She saw me and smiled, then directed her attention to Billy. "All right, bud, I got you meds," she told him. "Give me your name and date of birth." "Billy Andrews," he said, "September 22nd, 1990." With that, the nurse opened a tiny packet with a small, white pill inside. Billy grabbed his water bottle as she gave him the pill and drank it down. "So how does your leg feel?" she asked. "How would you rate your pain, on a scale of one to ten?" Billy looked at his casted leg and thought for a moment. "Maybe...three?" "Okay," she said. "Feeling alright with everything else?" Billy smiled at her and nodded. "Yep." "Alrighty, then. The doctor will see you around 2 this afternoon. If you need anything, just call." "Okay," Billy said politely. "Thank you." As she walked out, I checked the time on my phone. It was a few minutes till 8 A.M. "Billy," I said, "I'm gonna head home so I can shower and change. Is...that okay?" "Sure," he said, not sounding too displeased. "I can wait until your sisters or Harry get here," I told him. "It's just...I'd hate leaving you by yourself." "It's fine, Ali," he said. I could tell by the strain in his voice that he was trying to be cheerful. "Well... Okay..." I put my flannel shirt and my boots back on and grabbed my bag. "I'll be back as soon as possible. Hopefully no more than a couple of hours." He only nodded, his eyes returning to his leg. He didn't want me to go. I picked up his Green Lantern omnibus and put it on his lap. Bending over, I kissed his cheek, then his forehead, then his nose as a playful finish. "I... I love you, Ali," Billy said, looking at me nervously. Those were words I knew were hard for Billy to say. My heart melted nonetheless. I stroked the side of his neck with my thumb as our lips came together for one last kiss. . . . Well, at least for the moment. "I love you too," I said. "Forever and always. I'll be back soon." ------ I was halfway home when I began regretting my decision to leave Billy. He needed somebody to be there with him. I hoped that either his sisters or Harry—or even all three of them—had gotten there shortly after I left. Whenever the traffic allowed me, I drove as fast as I could. I kept thinking about that moment, when the two of us were kissing. The heat—the passion—was still there, sitting inside my gut. It made me feel so...giddy. It felt like I was on my way to open Christmas presents. That moment with just the two of us... It was something I wanted to happen again...and again and again and again. It was a moment I wanted to share with him every minute of every hour of every day. Hopefully every night as well, but with even more sensuality. Love was one of those things that was introduced to Billy later in his life than for most people. Instead, he knew abandonment. The person who was supposed to love him most—his own mother—never loved him at all. It was so odd to me, that Billy had suffered through so much, and yet turned out to be so kind and compassionate. It was a sign of true strength. I hauled ass once I got home. Before getting in the shower, I chose some actually decent clothes to wear that wouldn't make me look like some college girl skank. I didn't realize how cold was until I got in the shower and let the warm water run over my body. I yearned for Billy to be in there with me. Only a couple days ago, I was worried we'd never get to see each other naked. But I found hope. Something told me that once this was over—once Billy's leg was healed, our relationship would skyrocket. For the first time in a long time, I would finally have a serious relationship with somebody. As my soapy hands slid over my breasts, I once again felt the thrill of getting to be Billy's first. There was something else, too... Being there with him, my arms wrapped over him, my lips whispering sweet sounds into his ear... That turned me on just as much. But...why? Why was I getting these types of feelings from such simple things? Goddammit, I scolded myself. With my fingers already lubed up from the soap and water, I slid my middle and ring fingers in between the walls of my pussy. I let out a long, breathy sigh as I began to self-pleasure. Whenever I masturbated, I would usually think about a sexy actor or singer or male model. But, somehow, my mind immediately built an image of Billy, standing there in his cute nakedness. . . . Or naked cuteness. Whichever. I went at a slow pace. I wanted to revel in these feelings, not speed through them and be done with it. I moaned as I let the fantasy auto-play. I imagined Billy lying on top of me, his head under my chin. I had one arm around the midsection of his back, and with the other, I was running my hands through his hair. I moaned as the fantasy maxed in its clarity. I especially focused on the way I was stroking his hair, as well as his slow deep breathing. "Oh God..." I whimpered, my fingers pumping faster in my pussy. We were both naked, laying on a large bed with smooth, silky sheets in a dim, candlelit room. My legs were wrapped around his, as he slowly, deliberately fucked my cunt. I half-yelled as I imagined Billy lying in deep bliss. I was whispering to him, guiding him to orgasm through his ASMR. I imagined the goosebumps all over his body, never stopping as I drowned him in ecstasy. I felt myself nearing the edge. I was a bit surprised by how little time it took for me to get there. I remained fucking myself with my fingers. "Cum, Billy," I whispered, both in my fantasy and real life. "Cum in me, baby... Fill me up... You can do it..." I was nearing climax. The closer I got to it, the hotter the fantasy became. With one final push, Billy filled my pussy with his warm, milky semen. I gasped as I reached orgasm, and the fantasy began to fade away. I had to lean against the wall as the waves of pleasure surged through my body. Each wave was like a reminder... A reminder that I needed that fantasy to come true. I began thinking about a boyfriend I had in the past. He always had to be the tough guy—always had to be the man. I never got to cuddle him, but he always got to cuddle me. I always had to cook dinner, even if we were at his house. But I always like cooking better than going out to eat, because whichever restaurant were at, he would always stare and ogle at other girls. He always slipped away from me whenever I tried to massage his shoulders, rub his back, or stroke his hair, and then he tried to do the same to me, and I let him, but I hated it. His touch was so brutish and rough. He was so focused on making me feel good, yet he didn't know how to make me feel good. He didn't realize that when I make a man feel good, it makes me feel good, too. I clenched my fists as the answer dawned on me. Now I knew why I got a thrill whenever I did all those things to Billy. ------ I was in the shower much longer than I planned, so I really had to hurry. It was already past two hours. I was supposed to back at the hospital, and I was still at my house. After getting dressed, I ate a quick breakfast and brushed my teeth. After spending a couple of minutes rummaging through my house looking for my laptop, I finally remembered that I had left it in Billy's hospital room. I grabbed my charger and drove there as fast as I could. Billy was still by himself when I got there. I was forty-five minutes late. And yet, when he saw me come in, he didn't look mad or scared. He looked at me with that signature adorable smile of his. His Green Lantern omnibus was open and on his lap. "Hi, Ali," he said. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry I'm late," I said as I put my stuff on the couch. "That's okay," he said. "Traffic's really bad this time of day. Everyone going to work and all." A sense of relief washed over me as I took my coat off. "Did anyone stop by while I was gone?" I asked. "A couple of people from the station came by," he told me. "Harry's back at work, I guess. Courtney and Jessie will be here to have lunch." "Did you eat anything?" I asked, still concerned about his appetite. "Yeah, they gave me some oatmeal," he said. "I couldn't get through all of it, but I got most of it down." "The food here is amazing," I said as I climbed onto the bed, laptop in hand, laying at his right side, just like the night before. "Yeah, it is pretty good," he said, scooting a little to the left so I could have a little more space. I wanted to get under the covers with him, but I figured getting into bed with him was probably far enough. "I don't know about you, but—" I gave him a little peck on the lips. "—I'm ready to binge some Netflix." I opened the laptop and booted it up while Billy pulled the revolving table over to us. "H-hey, Ali?" he said as I put the computer on the table. "Yeah?" "I... I know this might sound weird, but..." "No, go on," I coaxed. "It's... It's before we met." I flinched, but only ever-so-slightly. He probably didn't even see it. Was he about to reveal some disturbing secret? Did Billy even have secrets? "It's... It's when I went to the art gallery." "Uh-huhhh," I said as I logged in to Netflix. "I, uh... I actually visited many times. Before we talked. Every time I went there, I would see you, and I just... I just developed this huge crush on you." "Awww..." I pressed my lips against his cheek. "I didn't know that. I never even noticed you." "Yeah," he said. "That's alright. Every time I was there, I... I tried to approach you and say something, but then I got so...nervous. Crushes never worked out for me. I never felt good enough for any girl I had a crush on." "But then you found the courage," I said. "And I found out that you are the sweetest guy in the world." He chuckled. "I was nervous as all heck." "You didn't seem that nervous." I moved my butt closer to where the bed hinged. I wrapped my left arm around his shoulders and used my right to guide his head on my shoulder. Billy was silent for a moment. He was probably waiting for me to say something. He spoke up before I could. "Well, that was just something I thought I'd tell you," he said. "Thank you, sweetie," I said, giving his scalp a kiss. "I never knew you had a crush on me. All right. What do you wanna watch?" "Something funny," Billy said. "Maybe Hitch or Chef?" "I don't think I've ever seen Chef," I told him as I began to scroll. "Ooh, it is so good," he said. "We'll watch that, then." As I loaded the movie, I was brought back to all those months ago, when Billy and I were still in the pre-relationship phase. We would often hang out at his house and watch Netflix. I never had a Netflix account, so when Billy gave me the username and password to his account, I was both surprised an excited. I asked him why, and he told me that it was because he trusted me, and because I was missing out. I remembered being so flattered by this. I knew that not everyone could just do that. "Th...thank you," I had said, still a little shocked. "It's nothing," Billy said, giving me his friendly smile. I didn't speak another word. I went over to him and straddled his thighs, our bodies only a few inches from one another. "Ali..." he said nervously. I cupped my hands around his neck, my thumbs tenderly stroking his cheeks. I parted my lips and began moving my face closer to his. He was just sitting there, letting me handle everything. My belly and chest were pressing against him. I could feel the drumming of his heart. It was beating so fast... I opened my eyes and stopped in my tracks. "Billy, are... Are you okay?" There was nothing but shame in his eyes. "Ali..." he said. "I've... I've never been...kissed..." That was the first time I felt it—the thrill. I was actually excited after he told me that. I already knew he'd never been on a date before ours, but I figured that he'd already been kissed. I touched his forehead with mine. "Don't worry. I can teach you." Billy nodded slowly, making me nod along with him. "All right. Close your eyes." Billy clamped his eyelids shut. Tight. "Loosen them up, sweetie. Like you're about to fall asleep, okay?" Billy relaxed his eyelids. He let my hands support the weight of his head, tilting his face upward slightly. The tips of our noses were only a millimeter apart. "Good. Now, part your lips, but only a little," I instructed. His lips opened, revealing only a sliver of his front teeth. I moved in. My lips trapped his bottom lip, and our mouth fit together like puzzle pieces. As I let go, our lips made a glorious smacking sound. I moved in again. This time, our lips pressed against one another. He remained perfectly still as I moaned into his mouth. I made a "mmmwah!" sound as I let go. "Billy, you're a great kisser," I complimented. "It... It doesn't feel like I'm doing anything..." he said timidly. "That's because," I said, "when you're with me, I like taking charge, y'know?" Billy nodded and smiled, but I could tell that he probably didn't know what I meant by that. "I like to take care of my men," I explained, running all ten of my fingers through his hair. "Do you like to be taken care of?" "I... I...guess?" he said. A girlish giggle escaped my throat. "Perfect..." I felt his entire body tingle as I gently ran my fingernails down his back, then up again. My touch was barely a whisper. I was careful not to leave marks on his skin. I giggled as I felt the first wave of goosebumps overtake him. "How does that feel, sweetie?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. "Amazing," he breathed. "Th...thank you, Ali." "Shhh-sh-sh-shhh," I whispered into his ear, and to my surprise, another wave of goosebumps erupted from him. I went to his other ear and did that same thing. "Shhhhhhhhh-sh-sh-shhh..." More goosebumps. Plus, Billy's face made him look like he was in heaven. "Do you like my shhh-ing, sweetie?" I teased, my nails drawing tiny circles on his back. He nodded. "Do, uh... Do you know what ASMR is?" "Yeah, kind of," I said, shrugging. "Well, 'sh' sounds kinda trigger mine." I was delighted to hear that, as I wanted to nurture Billy the best way I could. Shushing into his ear made perfect sense. It was a sound people made to silence people, but I supposed it could be equally effective to calm people, too. "Let's kiss some more," I said. We made out for a good hour and a half. During that time, my hands were always on his back, and there was a couple of times when I would break away from his lips in order to suck and lick on his neck. I never knew why, but I always found that Billy's autism made him even more attractive. I loved those rare moments when Billy's inflection on a word was a little off. I loved how huge of a nerd he was. I loved how he was always there for me to vent to him. I also loved those quiet, intimate moments we shared, where it was nothing but me and him, lying with each other on the couch, and, eventually, the bed. I loved how he would give himself to me whenever I would say "Let me take care of you." Even though I loved soothing and nurturing him, that didn't mean I wanted to be his new mother, and, thankfully, Billy understood that. I liked mothering him, not being his mother, and he showed me that just because he had autism, that didn't mean he couldn't be independent. I found out what an amazing cook he was. I (politely) made him cook dinner for me around three or four times a week, and as far as I could tell, he loved doing it. He told me one time that it was getting lonely for him to only cook for himself. I had heard of a fetish where a woman dresses up her partner in a diaper and treats him like a baby, making him call her his mommy as well as wail like a real-life baby. What I was into was more sweet and real than that. I only wanted to make my partner feel soothed and relaxed as I massaged his dick with the walls of my pussy, making him pour a fountain of cum into me. But my previous boyfriends wouldn't let me do that. They wanted sex to be loud, wild, punitive... I wanted something more quiet and sensual. I was reluctantly brought back to the present as Billy's sisters came in with a tray of food, along with two white styrofoam boxes for them. I didn't realize that I had been in my daydream for so long. I paused the movie and pushed the table out of the way. A Special Kind of Love Ch. 03 "Hello," I said to them in a friendly tone. "Hi," Courtney and Jessie said together. On Billy's tray was a hamburger, a few French fries, and some salad. I not-so-sneakily took a fry and ate it. Billy smiled at me, and I ruffled his hair affectionately. "Have you eaten yet?" asked Jessie. "No, not yet," I replied. "I can wait while you go get something," Billy said. "Really?" I said, facing him. He nodded, like it wasn't any big deal. "Awww, Billyyyyy," I said, wrapping my arms around him and giving him a giant hug. I turned my head to his sisters and mouthed the words, "He's so sweet!" They smiled and nodded in agreement. I freed Billy from my vice-grip so I could head out to the cafeteria. I was so glad that I had brought cash with me. The burger his sisters had brought for him looked really good, so I decided to get that, but with cheese. Billy was never a fan of cheese. He would eat Doritos and macaroni & cheese, but he never liked the taste of real cheese. People thought he was weird for not liking it, and I did at first, but then I realized that everyone has that one food they don't like, and for Billy, it was cheese. The line was long, so I had to wait awhile. About a half-hour later, I returned to Billy's room with my food. He still hadn't touched his hamburger, but a few French fries were missing. I sat down by his hip with my body angled slightly towards him. I took a bite of my cheeseburger and frowned. "Uck," I said. "Not nearly as good as your burgers, Billy." Billy took a bite out of his. I could tell by the tightening of his eyebrows that he didn't like it either. "It's... It's alright," he lied. We both forced ourselves to take another. We chewed as few times as possible so we could finish them quickly. I jumped when I heard Courtney giggle. I had forgotten that she and Jessie were still there. "You two are like twins," Courtney laughed. She was actually right. We both chewed at the same pace, and our faces scrunched up similarly. I gave him a playful smile. "Am I your twin, sweetie?" I asked teasingly. I put my hand on his belly and let it rest there for just a few seconds. His covers were blocking my touch, but it didn't matter. Suddenly, I dug my fingernails against his belly. "Gitchie, gitchie, goo..." I said in a sing-song voice. I felt his abs tighten, and I saw a smile on his face, but he didn't laugh or struggle against my tickling. "Are you not ticklish, sweetie?" I said as I moved my hand to his side, trying to get the slightest of a squirm out of him. "He likes being tickled," said Jessie. "I think it's a sensory type of thing." "Gitchie, gitchie, goooo," I said to him as my hand went all over his torso, my fingers moving like a spider's legs. "Gitchiegitchiegoo... A-gitchiegoo..." Realizing that I was probably looking like a sociopath in front of his sisters, I moved my hand from his belly and to his cheek. I gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. I had to remind myself that Billy was my baby, not a baby. "I love you, sweetheart," I whispered to him, and I meant it. "I love you, too, Ali," he said back. I stroked his chin for a couple seconds as I got up. We both went back to (trying to) eat our burgers. We were almost done when someone came in to change Billy's I.V.s. "Hey, Ali?" said Courtney. "Yeah?" "Um, can Jessie and I talk to you for a sec?" "Sure." I followed Courtney and Jessie out of the room while Billy's I.V.s were being replaced. "We...need to ask you something," Jessie said as she closed the door. "Okay," I said. "What is it?" I got a chill as Courtney asked, "Do you love Billy?" "Of... Of course I love Billy," I replied. Needless to say, I was getting a little nervous and uncomfortable. "You're... You aren't...using him, are you?" Courtney continued. "No, of course not," I said. "W-why?" "Ali," Courtney said. "Billy's heart has been broken so many times." "Yeah," said Jessie. "He needs someone that can be there for him. He's...been through so much..." "You think I don't know that?" I said, my tone unintentionally testy. "S-sorry... I've learned so much more about him these past three days... I mean, I've known for a while that he's had a rough childhood—" "'Rough'?" said Courtney. If looks could kill, the look she was giving me would've burned me alive. "Ali, his childhood was not 'rough.' It was hell. By the time he learned how to eat, our mom erased him from her life." "I-I-I know, Courtney," I said. "I know..." "He does not have one good memory of her. Not a one. He wanted her to love him, to spend time with him...but she treated him like he wasn't even there. She even stepped on him when he seven." "Courtney, please..." said Jessie. It was taking every fiber of my being to retain my composure. I wanted to yell back at her. I wanted to collapse onto the floor and cry my eyes out. And most importantly, I wanted to list to her all the reasons why I truly loved Billy. Courtney took a step back. She ran her fingers through her hair as her eyes went to the floor. "S-sorry," she said, sounding like she wanted to cry as well. She then looked at me. "Billy needs that special someone. He needs you." "What if I want to break up with him?" I asked. I had absolutely no intention to break up with him; I just wanted to hear their answer. Courtney's eyes returned to the floor. "I... I don't know..." "He would be so...broken," Jessie said. "You guys have been dating for months... You've become a part of his life, Ali. If you guys ended it, he wouldn't know what to do. People with his...condition don't handle change that well. They don't like it when their lives are in order but suddenly something comes along to disrupt it all. And now, Billy finally has someone besides us who loves him. You. He'd be devastated if he lost you..." "I love Billy," I said to them. "I love him so much... I would never do anything to hurt him. I will be there to protect him." Once the person left with the old I.V.s, Courtney, Jessie, and I went back into his room. After my conversation with his sisters, seeing Billy on the hospital bed—his left leg in a cast and sitting atop a thick stack of pillows—was like looking at him for the first time all over again. I saw an incredibly cute young man with neat, short brown hair and an endearing smile. I noticed his chiseled forearms, as well as his biceps and the way the showed through his sleeves. I lie down next to him, in my usual spot on the bed, while Courtney and Jessie sat on the couch. "Come here, sweetheart," I said as I began to entwine my arms around his chest and shoulders. "Cuddle into me." "Oh, uh... Okay," he said. He scooted closer to me until I had him fully embraced. I gave him kiss after kiss on his cheek and forehead. He let out a relaxed, content sigh. "When they discharge you, and you get to go home," I told him, "I am going to give you so many back scratches..." I felt his body shiver in anticipation, causing me to giggle. "Have you found his sweet spot yet?" I heard Courtney ask. I twisted my body in order to face her. "The areas right below his shoulder blades?" Courtney gave me a nod. "Yyyyyep." Jessie spoke up. "He likes it when you take your finger like this—" She pressed her fingers together, like she was trying to hold a grain of sand with all five of her fingers. Her middle and ring fingers were at the top, her pointer and pinkie were in the middle, and her thumb was at the bottom. "—and move them in little circles, right in those spots." "Huh," I said. I looked at an excited Billy and gave him a flirty smile. "I'll have to try that..." "I doubt I'd be able to move if you did that," he chuckled. "Good," I said as I guided his head under my chin. "I like it when you're relaxed and warm and cozy." An eerie silence spread throughout the room. No one seemed to have anything else to say. I could only imagine how bored Billy was, lying on his back on the hospital bed all day. I continued to cuddle him, knowing that I was making it at least a little bit better. Everything Courtney had just told me about Billy was blaring through my head like a loudspeaker. I began picturing Billy as a five-year-old and getting continuously ignored by his own mother. But, in the end, Billy had turned out okay. He had a great job, a loving disposition, a supportive family, lots of people who liked him, and a bombshell of a girlfriend. What made me appreciate Billy even more was the knowledge that not everyone who went through the same trials as him could end up so fortunate. It amazed me that he was raised by his sisters, who were no doubt just a few years older than him. It broke my heart knowing that they were introduced to taking care of a child at such a young age. I had a feeling that they would both be amazing mothers. I knew that once the doctor came in, I would have to let go of Billy. But I didn't want to. Whenever I held him, I could feel the fear inside him being evaporated, then replaced by love. Even though Billy always acted like the nicest person in the world, there was still that giant scar in his spirit his mom had slashed into. He hid the pain. I didn't want him to hide any longer. I wanted to take the pain away completely. I wanted to soothe his soul and assure him that he was safe. Not only did I want to drench him in love, I also wanted to drown him in ecstasy. There were so many pleasures that Billy had no idea even existed. I wanted him to experience all of them with me. I wanted to take his smooth yet sturdy cock and milk it dry. I thought of all the ways I could make him cum. ------ The doctor's visit with Billy went well. He estimated that Billy would be discharged either the day after next or the day after that. It still felt like I would have to wait an eternity before I was able to have Billy all by myself. During the visit, I told his sisters that I would gladly be with him for a couple of weeks, until he was adjusted to the change. They agreed, keeping the newfound level of trust we had established. I went home and grabbed some pajamas for the night, then came back. One Netflix binge, meal, and coddling session later, Courtney and Jessie decided to leave for the night. It was quite late, around 10 o' clock at night. Billy had taken his meds, so he and I were alone for the night. Finally, it was just me and him. I could tell that Billy was a little giddy. I turned the lights off, letting only the lights outside illuminate the room. I took my usual spot on the bed and began rubbing his tummy as I curled my arm along the shape of his head. My elbow was at his left shoulder, and my hand was tenderly stoking his scalp. I pressed my stomach against his arm, wanting minimal distance between us. "Mmm... Hi, sweetie," I said in a loving whisper. He looked up at me, smiled, and whispered back, "Hi, Ali." My hand massaged his belly, moving in a zigzagged path. After a few seconds, I lifted my palm, and my fingernails took over. I could feel his sculpted belly under both the blanket and the cloth of his hospital gown. I moved my lips closer to his ear. "Gitchie, gitchie, gitchie, gitchie, goo..." I breathed as I began to tickle his belly. My fingernails frantically grazed along its hard surface. Billy's grin grew, but other than that, he had no reaction. "You're probably the only guy in the world that likes tickle torture," I said. He giggled but didn't say anything. As far as I could tell, he was in pure bliss. I had every intention to keep him in that state until morning. I stopped tickling and resumed kneading. "How did your leg feel today?" I asked. "Well... It didn't hurt as much as it did yesterday... But it still hurts pretty bad." "Oh, you poor thing," I said as I pulled him in even more. "But...you do realize that you're a hero, right? You saved your partner's life." "Aw, it was nothing," he said in a humble tone. "Don't be so modest, sweetheart," I said. "You're a hero. Just like Green Lantern." Billy chuckled. "I've got nothing on Green Lantern." We both laughed. I gave him a kiss on the side of his head, directly above his ear. My hand was now resting on the spot between his bellybutton and his penis. "Are you ready for some love, Billy?" I asked, patting that spot with my hand. My baby's body tensed up. My fingers were oh-so enticingly close to the base of his dick. I giggled into his ear. "Do you want some love, sweetie? Hmmm? Yes or no?" "Y-y-y-y-yes," he stammered. "Y-yes, p-p-p-please." "All right," I said. "Let me give you some kisses first." I used my arm to turn his head toward me. I gave him a soft, brief kiss on the lips, then another on his chin, then another on his forehead. I turned his head back to its original position. "Mmm, I love you, baby," I whispered in his ear, before kissing it as well. He shuddered, either from the whisper or the kiss, or even both. I uncoiled my arm from his head as I got off the bed. I grabbed the covers and pulled them down as I walked to the foot of the bed, moving in a sultry, tantalizing pace. I pulled the covers down his knees. I could see a dully formed tent under his gown. I lifted the gown and took out his cock, which was hard and ready to be worshipped. I brushed my hair over to the right side of my head, so that Billy could see everything I was about to do. I always prized my hair, and I knew that Billy was turned on by it. He loved it when my hair cascaded down only one side of my head. I rested on his right leg, then curved my torso so that I was facing him. I steered clear of his left leg, even his thigh, even though it was perfectly unharmed. My eyes fell upon his penis, and I immediately licked my lips. I loved how its size allowed me take it in its entirety into my mouth without me feeling uncomfortable. "A-Ali...?" I heard Billy say. "Yes?" "Are... Are you okay in that position? That looks really uncomfortable." "I'm fine, sweetheart," I told him, even though I definitely could feel a slight strain in my right side. "I'm fine. Now relax for me, okay? Let me take care of you..." I put my left arm over his gut for support and cupped his balls in my right hand. I opened my mouth and lowered my head onto them. As I swathed my lips around the hardening sack, Billy whimpered and tensed his body. I traced the tip of my tongue along the flesh, teasing the sack and the reproductive body parts inside. I brought my tongue back into my mouth as I began to close my lips. Their soft wetness slid against the tissue, pushing it into sweet ecstasy. My lips closed, but were still puckered against his ballsack. It was hard enough that I didn't need to hold his testicles up anymore. I began kissing Billy's scrotum. Whenever I moved to a new spot, I would drag my tongue along the sensitive flesh, then I would bring it back in before giving the skin another kiss. With my right hand now free, I began working on his dick as well. My fingertips moved slowly up and down the shaft, their touch almost as light as a feather. I found this to be much more effective than taking my entire hand around it and pumping it. I gave his ballsack one final, sloppy kiss, then I looked up at Billy. At first I thought he was dead, but then I saw his back arch upward. He was in complete and utter bliss. It seemed he liked it more when I was gentle with his cock and balls. "Awww, are you enjoying this, sweetheart?" I teased. Billy opened his mouth to speak, but all that could come out was a silent moan. He nodded his head yes. "Good," I whispered. I alternated my finger and my lips. My mouth went to his cock, and my hand went to his testies. My fingertips gently glided along the rough skin of his ballsack, coaxing his balls to conjure a shower of cum for me. I increased the power of my kissing and licking attack on his dick. There were a few times when I took it in my mouth, just so my tongue could corkscrew around it like a horny snake. "A-Ali...!" Billy wheezed. "I... I'm gonna... Oh, God..." "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I said, whispering into his throbbing manhood. I wrapped my lips around the tip, then slid down. I stopped once I was a quarter of the way there. My tongue hovered over his peehole, ready to taste his warm semen. He thrust his pelvis upward, and an eruption of cum gushed into my mouth. I immediately moaned as his sugary taste filled my mouth. I let it sit in my mouth for a few seconds, cherishing its unique taste. My tongue spun round and round, tasting all it could. With reluctance, I swallowed. I sighed, pouring my warm breath onto his still-pulsating penis. "I think you still might have some more for me, sweetie," I said as I looked up at him and nuzzled my cheek against his manhood. "But it's up to you if you want to give it to me or not. Should we keep going, or are we done for the night?" "K...keep...going... Please..." he heaved. So it was settled. I knew the tip of his dick was probably very sensitive at the moment, so I decided to a void it for a little while. Feeling naughty, I took a good amount of my hair and wrapped it around the shaft. Billy gasped as I did so. I could only imagine all the new sensations going through him at that moment. "I know you love my hair, Billy," I said. "Its brown ombre color... Its magnificent length... Its luscious texture... It turns you on, baby... So, tonight, I am giving you your first hairjob." Billy let out a squealing noise in excitement. I grasped his cock like I was about to give him a handjob, but my hold in it was a little more gentle. My hand began moving up and down, my hair along with it. Thankfully, I still had lots of luscious locks at my disposal. I looked up at Billy. He wasn't just in bliss or ecstasy—he was in heaven. I hovered my lips over his cossetted dick. Now feeling especially naughty, I took the entirety of my hair and blanketed it over his belly. Now neither of us could see each other, as a heavenly shroud of black-and-brown-colored hair completely hid my face. I felt Billy's hands gingerly touching my hair, running his fingers through its softness. I began wondering if hair was more than just something got him going; I wondered if it was possibly a fetish. A fixation. Billy's balls surely seemed to be producing cum much faster than when I was kissing him. I took a few strands of hair into my free hand, then brought them down to his scrotum. He let out a shaky exhale as I began to brush the ends of my hair against his ballsack. "Ooooh, does that feel good, my love?" I asked, my breath hitting his cock. "Y-yes-s-s," I heard him say. I giggled, then gave the rough skin a sweet kiss. I swirled the ends of my hair around the outline of his balls as my other hand continued stroking his shaft. Billy was going through so much intense pleasure, I wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last. "Oh no..." I heard him say. "Ali, I'm gonna—" I felt it, too. I withdrew my hair from his shaft as I took his penis into my mouth. I gave his shaft a long, sensuous lick, pushing him into another orgasm. This time, even more cum filled my mouth. I quickly swallowed it before another load entered my mouth. After one final squirt, the orgasm had ended. Billy was breathing very heavily. I lifted my head, stood up, and brushed my hair to one side. Billy was clenching the bedrails, as if he was about to rocket off into space. "Did you like that?" I asked as I got my hair straightened out. A Special Kind of Love Ch. 03 "Y-yeah," he said. "Th-th-thank...you..." I went over to the sink and washed out my mouth. I had just given Billy another first—a hairjob. Plus, that was the first time had given a hairjob. I had seen a few hairjob pornos, so I had wondered what it was like giving one. Now I knew. After my mouth was rinsed, I went back to Billy. I put his dick away and pulled his sheets up to his shoulders. I plopped down on his lap, my legs straddling his. The bed was still at an angle, so I didn't have to go far to rest my body against his. Our foreheads touched. We both stared deeply into each other's eyes. It was hard for Billy to maintain eye contact with people, but not with me. It almost looked as if he was getting lost in my eyes. Through his, I could see peace within him. There was nothing being hidden. I was finally with the true Billy. "You're amazing, Ali," he said. "I... I'm so happy that we're together." "Aww, thank you, sweetheart," I said as I put my hands on his shoulders. "I'm happy that we're together, too. Now... How about some ASMR?" Billy didn't say anything. The suddenly gleam in his eye gave me a clear answer. "Okay, then. Shhhut your eyesss and relax, all right, sweetie?" He nodded and closed his eyes. I went over to his right ear, whispering, "Relax..." in a soft, soothing voice. "Relax..." I repeated. Moving away from his ear, I positioned my lips near his forehead. "Relax... Ksss... Ksss... Ksss..." I planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. As I moved to his left ear, I lifted one of my hands off his shoulders, running my fingers through his hair. Much to my delight, his hair was stiff and straight from the tingles. "Relaksss... Ksss... Ksss... Sssk... Sssk..." I put my hand back on his shoulder, giving it a little knead. "Relax for me, baby... Go to sleep..." Going from ear to ear, the back again, I hissed, "Sssksssksssksssksssk..." over and over. I sat up so I could run my fingertips along the skin of his arms, never stopping my "sssk" sounds. Sure enough, goosebumps had completely taken over. Feeling his tingly body gave me goosebumps as well. It was as if Billy's response to the sounds was triggering me. I moved back in. A tantalizing "sssssssssssssssssk" slithered directly into his left ear. I could tell Billy was close. He was just about to cross the line between slumber and consciousness. I rested my head next to his right ear. My left hand snaked up his neck, past his cheek, and through his hair. As my fingers caressed his hair, I started whispering again. "Shhhhhhhhh... Sleep, Billy... Shhh... Fall asleep... Relax... Go to sleep, sweetie. Shhhhhhhhhhhhh... Sleep... Shhhhhhh... Sleep..." My baby's body grew limp, his breathing heavy, and his heartbeat slow. I moved to my regular position at his right side. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me, into a soft embrace. ------ "I hate crutches..." Billy said. "You'll get used to them," Courtney told him. "You can do it," Jessie encouraged. "We know you can." "We're here for you, sweetheart," I assured him. This was the first time Billy got to be outside his room. He, Courtney, Jessie, and I were in the hallway, right outside his door. The other women were there—one was holding his I.V.s, the other was the therapist. At first, Billy did a great job with the crutches. His body was still a little sore (no, not from me), so there were a few times when he needed support. Then, he fell. He bellyflopped right onto the floor. The two women snorted from holding their laughter, while Billy's sisters and I rushed to help him up. Since I was the tallest of the three, he hung on my shoulder. Billy didn't look hurt, bud sad. He was probably angry with himself for embarrassing himself in front of me. "It's okay, Billy," I said. "We can just get you a wheelchair." The six of us returned to his room. I helped Billy get back to his bed, with the lady rolling his I.V.s close behind. The therapist made arrangements for him to get a wheelchair, then they left. Billy hung his head in shame. "I probably looked like an idiot," he muttered. "No, Billy, you didn't," Courtney assured him, grasping his hand. "Are you okay, though? That really was quite a fall." "Is your head okay?" I asked. "Yep," he said, giving us a reassuring smile. "Everything's fine." Suddenly, Billy froze. I could hear the loud clonking of heels out in the hall. Loud noise often startled him, but usually he would recover rather quickly. But this time, he didn't. His face went stone cold. I looked closely into his eyes. I could see the fear filling him up as the clonking grew louder. I never knew that high heels freaked him out so much. "Oh, God..." Jessie said. Standing at the doorway was a tall, older woman with long brown hair and newly tanned skin. She wore a tight, black dress, and a red purse hung off her arm. "What are you doing here, Mom?" Courtney asked. I gawked. That was Billy's mother?! I expected her look like some kind of short, stocky hag. She was the complete opposite of what I envisioned. Yet, one thing I imagined was there—her coldness. As beautiful as she was, she seemed to have sucked all the atmosphere out of the room. Her unfeeling stare gave me chills, and the good kind. Her eyes moved over to Billy. Her look reminded me of a vulture watching dying prey. Billy immediately looked away from her. She looked back at me. "And who are you?" she asked, her voice loud and firm. I remained quiet. I still couldn't believe that the demon of my love's childhood was actually here, in the room. "Well, are you going to answer me?" she demanded. "A-A-Ali," I stammered. "Speak clearly," she ordered. "My name's Ali," I said. She looked back at Courtney and Jessie, as if I hadn't even spoke in the first place. "I'm here because I needed to tell you two that Jimmy and I are having dinner tonight, and he is bringing his children, so I want you two to join us. Seven o' clock. At Bevette's. Wear something nice." Courtney and Jessie were speechless. She was here not to see her son, but to tell them she wanted them to go to dinner with her. "Got it?" she asked. They were still silent, completely taken aback. "Whatever," she said, then turned to leave. "Hey!" I barked. Billy's mom looked at me. Her cold stare had transformed into a searing glare. "What," she spat. "Do you not see your son here, lying on a hospital bed?!" She looked at Billy, but only for a half-second, then looked back at me. "He is completely inconsequential," she stated. "He's your son," I said. "He's a burden." "He's a hero." Billy's mother scoffed. "And what are you supposed to be? His whore? Because that's the only type of girl that could swoon over...over..." She paused. "Over him." "Get out," said a cold, foul voice. It was Billy's. He was looking at his mother with eyes filled with pure rage. "You don't get to order me around!" she scolded. "Mom..." Courtney said in warning. "What? If there's one thing I would allow, it would definitely not be getting told what to do by my waste of space of a son!" "Get out," Billy said again. She pointed at him. "I will not stand here and let y—" "GET! OOOUUUT!" he bellowed. His voice echoed for a couple seconds, then everything fell quiet. We were shocked, especially me. I had never heard Billy raise his voice, ever. He had never yelled to anyone or at anyone. But he just did, at his mother. It wasn't just a yell, it was a roar. His breaths had become quick and slight. His eyes were wide, like he couldn't believe what he just did. "Humph. Fine," said his mom, seemingly unfazed. She turned to his sisters. "Don't forget dinner." With that, she walked out. Courtney and Jessie immediately went over to Billy, while I just stood there, still frozen in disbelief. I wanted to go after her and smack the shit out of her, but I couldn't get my body to move. Instead, I felt this magnetic pull towards Billy. "Billy, don't do this..." I heard Courtney say. "Don't shut us out," said Jessie. I went over to them and knelt by his bed. Billy was hunched over, his arms shielding his gut. He looked straight down, never meeting our eyes. "Wh-what's wrong?" I asked them. "He's overwhelmed," explained Jessie. "He does this when it's just too much for him," Courtney said. My hand started going towards his cheek. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so s—" "No! Don't touch him!" Courtney said. I took my hand away. I look at Courtney, then at Billy, then back at Courtney, frantic to find a solution. "What do we do?" I asked. "Nothing," said Jessie. "What? No! We... We need to do something!" "We just have to wait it out," said Courtney. "In time...he'll come back to us. Probably." A Special Kind of Love Ch. 04 Courtney and Jessie were sitting on the couch next to the hospital bed, and I was sitting on a chair. They had their eyes glued to the floor, and they were completely silent. I wasn't making a sound either. I kept my eyes on Billy. He was hunched over as he sat on the bed, his arms wrapped around his gut, as if he was shielding himself from cold air. His face was mostly blank, but I could see some anger laced within his eyes. He was shutting us out. Just a few hours ago, his mother—who he hadn't seen in years—walked in, just to tell Courtney and Jessie to accompany her for dinner. Then she called me a few choice words, causing Billy to explode at her. All that rage he had been keeping since he was an infant—he let it out, and first the first time ever, I heard him scream. All I wanted to do was rush to his side and throw my arms at him, shushing into his ear and telling him that everything was alright. I wanted to pull him into a deep state of bliss—a state where he was allowed to truly relax. All the negligence he'd endured really had taken its toll. But, Courtney and Jessie told me not to touch him, and I didn't question it. I just hated seeing Billy so...sullen. We sat in silence for a couple hours, until it was five o' clock. "We should be going," Jessie said to Courtney. "Oh, yeah..." Courtney said somberly. "Dinner." I spoke up. "Um... What would happen if you guys didn't go? If you stayed here?" "She'd find a way to screw us over," Courtney said plainly. "Our mom absolutely hates it when someone doesn't make it to dinner." "She seems like she hates a lot of things," I said. Courtney scoffed. "You have no idea." "And where are you guys going? Bevette's? That place is expensive." "Oh, I'm sure Timmy or Jimmy or what's-his-face will cover it," Courtney said. "Mom only goes for rich guys. She makes sure that they cum gold instead of semen." Jessie barely held in a laugh, as did I. She turned her attention to me. "You think you'll be alright here?" "I... I think so," I said, returning my gaze to Billy. He was like a complete statue. "Sounds good," said Courtney. "But Ali? Can I talk to outside...before we go?" A slight sensation of fear ran through my body. "Y...yeah, of course." Courtney and Jessie both said goodbye to Billy as we left the room. Of course, he didn't answer. "What's up?" I asked as we shut the door. "Ali, when Billy gets out of this rut...I want you to know that he might get a little emotional," Courtney said. "Ummm... Okay," I said. "Is... Is he going to cry?" ". . . Maybe," said Jessie. "He's hardly yelled like that before. I'd imagine that he might cry a little. I realize that it'll be awkward for you, but—" "It won't be awkward," I assured them. "I'll take good care of him." "Okay," said Courtney. "And after dinner, we're gonna stay here for the night. If he comes back to us when we're all with him, that might make things a little easier." "Yeah, okay," I said, nodding. "That sounds great, actually." They left, and I went back into the hospital room. I shut the door behind me as my eyes fell upon Billy. He hadn't moved an inch. I lay on the couch as I kept my gaze on him. He was doing a terrible job at hiding the turmoil and desperation that was transpiring within him. He breathing was heavy, and his body was trembling slightly. He kept his eyes fixed on his feet, his eyebrows tightened above his eyelids. For any other person without autism, the sight of them like this would have been odd. But with Billy and his...malady, it wasn't so weird. The temptation to go over to him and touch him was almost overbearing. He didn't deserve be going through all of those mixed-up emotions. But there was still that fear of what would happen if I had touched him. Would he have become violent? Would he have screamed at the top of his lungs? I jumped in surprise as I heard a knock on the door. A couple of seconds later, there was another knock, and the door opened. In came a nurse, followed by a woman my age, with long, blonde hair and big, blue eyes. She wore a tight, black dress pants and a green top, under a black overcoat. It was an understatement to say she was "pretty." I immediately began pondering who she was. "Hello," she said as she gave me a big, toothy smile. "H-hi," I said as I watched the nurse leave. "Ummm... I don't really kno—" "Oh! I'm sorry," she said. "My name Maddi. I work with Billy." I furrowed by brow. "You're...a detective?" "Yep," she said as she took her shield out of the inside pocket of her jacket. "C.P.D." I looked at Billy, then back at Maddi. "Billy hasn't told me about you." "Have you ever asked about the people he works with?" she asked. ". . . No," I said. "Then that's why." Maddi was already starting to get on my nerves. I began feeling the needless tinge of jealousy—even though I was the one who was dating Billy. Just all of a sudden, in came in this pretty blonde claiming to be Billy's co-worker. "So...you work with Billy?" I asked. ". . . Uh... Yeah?" "How close would you say you two wor—" "I'm sorry, but, who are you?" Maddi asked. "I'm Ali." "Oh! Well, it's nice to meet you." Maddi reached across Billy and shook my hand. "But yeah, we work pretty closely. He and I hang out for lunch quite often. His partner and my partner don't get along, though. They have this...rivalry. I think they just like each other but don't know how to express it. But Billy and I get along perfectly." She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair. I flinched, afraid that he was going to give her arm a good smack. But he didn't; he remained perfectly still as she stroked his hair. "You're such a good guy, Billy," Maddi said. "You're so nice, and sweet... I wish all guys were like you." Billy didn't respond. He didn't say anything or look at her. "B...Billy?" she said. "Can... Can you hear me?" "He's, uh... He's going through a little rough patch," I explained. "Awww," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed. "What happened? Was it his mom?" I looked at her quizzically. "How do you know about his mom?" "Harry told me about her," she said. "The things she's done to him, when he was little... Poor thing." I finally asked the question I'd been asking myself for some time: "Why don't you guys arrest her?" "It's...complicated," Maddi replied. "Un-complicate it," I said. Maddi took some time to think. She bit her bottom lip as her left hand rested on his thigh. Then I saw it. I saw her slight infatuation with him. She had longing in her eyes. She wanted him... "Well?" I demanded. "He doesn't want us to," she said. "He doesn't want her to be arrested." "Why?" "I don't know," she answered, giving me a look. "I don't know... Nobody does. Not even Harry. But we respect it, because of what he's been through. The less he had to deal with it, the better." "Yeah," I said. "His sisters raised him well." "They're only six or seven years older than him, aren't they?" "I believe so." "Wow... Amazing." Maddi gave Billy's thigh a pat. "So, Ali, are you, like, his friend or—" "I'm his girlfriend," I said. "Oh." She didn't even attempt to hide the disappointment in her voice, but she did try to keep up her smile. I actually felt bad for her. Billy was an amazing guy, and any girl would be lucky to have him. I wanted to make her feel better, but I didn't know what to say. I watched as she subtly took her hand off his thigh. "I... I'm sure he treats you well," she said. "He does," I told her. Silence. Dead, awkward silence. I wanted to ask Maddi how long she was planning on staying there, but I figured that'd be rude. She seemed like a very kind, sweet person. I had always thought female cops and detectives were cold, dominant women, but Maddi showed me a softer side to that. "So... What do you do?" she asked. "Like...my job?" She nodded. "Oh! Ha ha... I work at an art gallery," I said. "I see," she said. "That's actually where Billy and I met," I told her. "He was there, and we talked for a bit, and he seemed nice, so..." It seemed obvious what happened next, so I stopped the sentence there. "Aw, that's sweet," Maddi said with a smile. "My love life is been shit." "Really? Why?" "I just... I don't know what I'm looking for in a guy, y'know? I think I'd like a guy that's nice and sweet, but they're just so...rare. Especially in a place like Chicago." "Just keep looking," I assured her. "You'll find the one." ----------- Not much else happened between me and Maddi. We ate dinner together (although Billy wasn't hungry), then I watched Netflix while Maddi piddled on her phone. It was around ten o' clock when Courtney and Jessie got back from their dinner. "How was Bevette's?" I asked them as they walked in. "The food was good," Jessie said. "But the company was terrible," Courtney finished. "Did your mom mention anything about...?" "Not a word," Courtney said. "It was like it never even happened," Jessie said. "I hate that about her. I hate the way she just brushes things off and forgets about them." "Hi, guys," Maddi spoke up. "Maddi!" Billy's sisters said together. The three of them united in one big hug. It seemed Courtney and Jessie knew Maddi quite well. There was the obligatory "How are you?" and "How has everything been?" and so on. "I was hoping I could stay here for the night," Maddi said. "Is... Is that okay?" "Of course!" Courtney said. "We would love that," Jessie said. "Although...we don't have much spots for you to sleep... Courtney and I sleep on the couch, and Ali sleeps on the bed with Billy." Maddi gave me a coy look. "Ohhh... Good for you, huh?" "Yyyep," I said, smiling. "Lucky me." Maddi's eyes thoroughly swept the room. "Ooh! I can just sleep on this chair." I was tempted to speak up and say that I could have slept on the chair, while Maddi could have slept on the couch, and either Courtney or Jessie could sleep with Billy. But, given the state he was in, I thought it would be best if remained there. "Well, uh... Okay," Jessie said. Soon it was bedtime. Maddi was the only one of us girls that didn't bring pajamas. Nevertheless, she actually looked pretty comfortable on the chair. I figured her job had trained her how to sleep in rough places. As Jessie shut the lights off, everything grew quiet. I had my back turned to Billy, and my gut was pressing against the bedrail. It was very uncomfortable, to say the least. Billy was still hunched over, and he still had his arms around him as if he was freezing to death. Within an hour, everyone was asleep except for me and Billy. I didn't want to be asleep until my baby was. And it wasn't like I had to fight the temptation of sleep. The room was a little chilly, and I was pushed against the bedrail so much that my gut was becoming nearly unbearably sore. Maddi even seemed more comfortable than I was. I was just about ready to get up and sleep somewhere el— "Ali...?" came Billy's soft voice. Pure joy rushed through my body like a river. Billy was coming back! I twisted my head so I could look at him sitting beside me. "Yeah, sweetie?" I said in an equally soft voice. Billy paused. For a second, I dreaded that he had just shut me out again, but then he spoke. "I... I know this'll make me sound like a baby, but... Can... Can you hold me? . . . Please?" My heart melted. He sounded so innocent and sweet that it just about made my entire body melt as well. "Oh, Billy... Of course I can. Come here..." I rolled over to my other side so that I was facing him, and I put my arms out in front of me. He slowly lie back down. As his shoulders touched my left arm, my right arm draped over his front side. "That's it, sweetheart... There you go," I whispered as I planted a gentle kiss on his right cheek. "And you don't sound like a baby. But...you've never really gotten the chance to actually be a baby, have you?" He nuzzled his head under my chin, he snuggled the rest of his body against me. "I'm so sorry, Ali," he said, a slight sob in his voice. "I... I'm so sorry..." "Hey, sweetheart... Shhh... It's okay, Billy. It's okay... You have nothing to be sorry about. Absolutely nothing." "I never wanted to scream in front of you," he said. "I... I never wanted to—" "Billy," I said. "It's okay. I have loved you no less since your mom was here. You had every right to be mad at her." He began stammering. "I... I just... She... It's just... I..." "Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked. It took a moment for him to think, then he nodded. "It's just... I always feel so...powerless when I'm around her. I... I always try to prove to her that I am worthwhile. I... I try to show her that I'm not just a stupid mistake she made." "Billy," I said, "you have shown her. You have proven to her that you are worthwhile. She... She just refuses to see it, and there's nothing you can do about that. That's her own fault. That's her loss. " Billy cuddled up to me even closer. "It's just... Before I met you, I always felt so...lonely." "Sweetie, I... I always want to be there for you. I want to be that constant, that you can always come back to whenever things seem to be going downhill for you. That's how much you mean to me. You bring so much light into my life. You—" "No," he said. "I... I'm just some big jerk." "Billy, you are the kindest, sweetest, most gentle person I have ever met. Okay?" He remained silent. "Okay?" He nodded. "Okay. I... There's something I wanted to ask you," I said. "Uh... All right. What is it?" "Okay... I know this might be a big surprise for you, so it's perfectly fine if you say no. All right?" "I won't say no," Billy said. "Listen to what I have to ask first," I told him. "I... I know we've only been together for a few months, but... I think we should start living together." Billy's eyes went wide as he gawked at me. "L-live together?" "I know it's a big step, and like I said, it's perfectly fine if you don't—" "Ali, I... I would love that," he said. "I just... Where would we live?" "Well, I think it'd be easier on you if I...moved in with you," I said. A big natural smile was now on Billy's face. "That... That sounds great, Ali! I..." "You don't have to make your decision right now," I told him. "Wait until we get you home, all right?" "O-okay." I held him even closer to me, if that was even possible. "I'm ready to clock in. Want me to guide you to sleep?" "No, thanks," he said. "You sure? I know how much you love it when I whisper in your ear and give lots of goosebumps." "Yeah, just... Not tonight." "All right. Sweet dreams, Billy." ----------- The next morning, one of the nurses actually caught me sleeping with Billy. I didn't get much punishment other than a small reprimand. I wanted to argue with her and tell her that there was nowhere else to sleep and that he was my boyfriend, but I figured it was better not to. The doctor came in and told us that Billy was being discharged later that day. After breakfast, Billy, Courtney, and Jessie began filling out the discharge papers. Maddi was still there, though I didn't even know why. I didn't want to ask her and risk sounding rude. I knew she was there only to support him. Billy hated very few things. One of those things was paperwork. Courtney and Jessie had to work hard to keep him motivated to get through it. "Sweetie, you can stay at my place for a few days," I told him. "That sounds good," he mumbled, his eyes glued to the abundance of papers around him. "Why can't you just take him to his place?" Maddi asked. "I don't know," I said. I turned to Billy. "Billy, would you rather go to your place instead?" 'No, we can go to your house," he said, though he didn't sound very firm. "I was hoping he could stay with either me or Jess," Courtney said. "I don't think Ricky would want Billy at our place," said Jessie. "Who's Ricky?" I asked. "My fiancé." "O-oh! I didn't, uh... I didn't know you were—" "It's fine, Ali," Jessie said. "It's fine." "Court, you could stay with me at Ali's place," Billy suggested. Courtney raised her eyebrows in surprise. She immediately looked at me. "Is... Is that okay, Ali? I don't want to intrude or anything..." "No, you won't be. I'd be glad to have you," I said, even though I was disappointed that I'd have to wait even longer before I had Billy all to myself. "Perfect," said Courtney. "Hey, Billy," Maddi said, looking up from her phone. "Yeah?" "Harry just texted me. He told me he's throwing you a part in a couple days." "Oh. Cool. Where?" "He's thinking his place. Either that or a bar. But he probably knows you aren't too big a fan of bars, so probably his house." "Did he say Ali can come?" "I... I bet she can. I'll ask him." She returned to her phone. ----------- A few hours later, I was pushing Billy out of the hospital in his wheelchair. He had on regular clothes. As the winter sun hit his skin, I noticed how pale he was. He was also a lot skinnier. Courtney, Jessie, and Maddi followed. As they approached their respective cars, I crossed the parking lot to mine. "So glad I'm not using the crutches," he said. "I'm glad, too," I said. I parked him next to my car so I could open the door to the backseat. He quite expertly stood up from the wheelchair on one foot and pivoted so that his rear was facing the seat to the car. He slowly sat down, then brought his legs in. I heard him close the door as I began folding the wheelchair. I put it in the trunk, then put my laptop and his Green Lantern omnibus in the passenger seat. Finally, I got in the car. "Ready, sweetie?" I asked as I turned on the ignition. "Yep," he said, "We'll have to stop at your house and pack a few things." "Okay." I looked back at him to make sure everything was in order. Then, I backed out of the parking lot, and we were on our way. Courtney got to Billy's house before we did. Judging by the front door being opened, I guessed that she was already inside. "Do you wanna go in with me?" I asked. "No, I trust you," Billy said. "I'm pretty sure Court knows where everything is anyway." I got out of the car and walked into his house. I immediately went over to Billy's bedroom, and sure enough, Courtney was in there, putting Billy's clothes in a suitcase. "It's just for four or five days," I said, giggling. Courtney looked at me, then returned her attention to packing. "I know. Just being safe." She went to the bathroom and got his toothbrush and toothpaste, and his shampoo and body wash. "I've always been jealous how clean his house is," Courtney said. "It's just...so nice." "I know," I said. "My place isn't too bad, but it's definitely as clean as this." Courtney put the things she got out of the bathroom into the suitcase, then zipped it up. "Again, I hope I won't be intruding by staying with you and—" "Don't worry," I told her. "I think Billy will love it that you can be with him." "You and I are probably the women he loves the most," Courtney said. "And Jessie, too, right?" "Yeah, but... I don't know... He's always seemed to favor me. He loves Jessie very much, but...he always seemed to love me more. Oh well. Everyone that has more than one sibling always favors one over the others." Courtney pulled the suitcase out of the house and into her car. When we got to myself, a little thrill built up in my throat and rushed down my body. We helped Billy inside, then lay him on the couch. He put his left leg on the armrest, elevating his foot just above his heart. A Special Kind of Love Ch. 04 "How're you feeling, bud?" Courtney asked as she knelt beside him and began rubbing his tummy. "I guess I'm feeling okay," he said. "Do you want anything to eat?" I asked. "No, thanks," he said. "Well, all right." I knew that eventually we would all have to sleep. I wasn't exactly comfortable with Courtney sleeping in my bed with me and Billy, but I didn't want her to be left out. I got some large blankets out of my room and began laying them in the middle of the living room floor. "What're you doing, Ali?" Billy asked, his voice soft and drowsy from his sister's bellyrub. "Making a bed," I replied simply. After there was a nice, thick layer of blankets on the floor, I went back to my room and got three pillows. I decided that there wasn't enough blankets, so I went back to my room and got even more. I slipped into my makeshift "bed" and patted my hand of the spot next to me. "Come here, Billy," I said in a sultry voice. Billy crawled off the couch and made his way over to me. He plopped down right next to me on his stomach and let out a heavy sigh. "Comfy?" I asked. "Mm-hm," he said, his eyes already beginning to droop. "I think someone's ready for a nap," Courtney said, slipping in next to her brother. It was almost every man's dream—sleeping in between two gorgeous girls. I pressed into him and began giving his face little kisses, while Courtney began to give him back scratches. "You can fall asleep if you want, honey," Courtney said. "We know how exhausted you must be." "That's—mwah!—right—mwah!—Billy," I said in between kisses. "Just—mwah!—go to—mwah!—sleep." Billy's eyes were closed, and his breathing was already deep and relaxed. "Wow, that was fast," Courtney said. "He's had a rough couple of days," I said, my nails gently grazing his scalp. "He needs all the sleep he can get." I began to slip out of all the blankets, but Courtney remained there. She seemed to have read my mind. "I just want to be with him a little longer," she said as she scooted closer to him. "That's fine," I said. I was an only child; I never had a sibling. Seeing Billy and Courtney cuddled together showed me what that might be like. I could see the history they shared together. I could see the pain they both had gone through. I could see the true love between them. I made a less-than-stellar dinner for Courtney and me, then we decided to go to bed early. Courtney had placed a pillow under Billy's foot, so that his leg could stay elevated. I was impressed by how comfy the "bed" was. We slept on top five or six blankets, with five or six more blankets on top of us. As Billy rolled onto his side and nuzzled his body against mine, I could feel his strong boner pressing against my inner thigh. I reached over him and put my hand on his back. The feeling was like two friends being together again. It felt wonderful to touch his back. I softly began to move my hand up and down along the contours of his muscular back. "Mmm, that feels so good," I heard him whisper. "Shhh... Thank you," I whispered back. "Relax now... Let me guide you to a nice rest, all right?" We rolled over so that he was on top and I was at the bottom. His head was tucked safely under my chin, and my arms were wrapped around him like a horny snake. But I had to remind myself that Courtney was barely a foot away from us. If I was to make Billy cum, it'd have to be subtle. "Are you nice and comfy, sweetheart?" I asked him, my voice below a whisper. "Mm-hmmm," he said, nodding slightly. I used my feet to grab the pillow for his leg and scoot it over for him to rest his foot on it. "You two are adorable," Courtney said, a big smile on her face. "I know," I said as gave my baby a kiss on his scalp. "You know what we should do?" asked Courtney. "He should lay on me, and you can straddle us, and we'll both give him back scratches." That sounded like a perfect idea, but I knew that she would feel Billy's pulsating cock in his pajama pants. "Maybe...in the morning, after breakfast?" I said. "I think Billy's about to fall asleep." "Okay. Good night." "Good night." As she rolled onto her other side and faced away from us, I went into action. I felt his dick become even harder. He was practically throbbing at that point. "Sssksssksssksssksssk..." I whispered into his ear. "Sksksksksk.... Relax... Relaksss... Ksss... Ksss..." I loved using Billy's ASMR to turn him on. I was sure that the waves of goosebumps made everything a thousand percent better. I could tell that he was on the line between orgasm and falling asleep. I desperately wanted him to have both. Courtney rolled over toward us again. "Maybe this'll help." She bunched her finger together, as if she was trying to hold a small marble, and began drawing small circles right under his shoulderblades—his favorite place to be tickled. I felt Billy's dick twitch, and I knew he had just dumped a load of sweet cum in his underwear. He didn't arch his back. He didn't gasp. He barely did anything. He just put his head on my chest, pretending to fall asleep. "There we go..." Courtney said. "All better. I bet he feels amazing now." I had no idea what just happened. Did she know that she had just helped her brother achieve orgasm? Or did she think she only put him to sleep? I didn't say anything to her. I just smiled and gave her a small nod. ----------- "I love you, Billy," Courtney said as she gave Billy a kiss on his forehead. "I love you, too, Court," Billy said as he sat up in his wheelchair. "It was nice having you here," I told her. I was standing behind Billy, my hands on his shoulders. "I really appreciate it," Courtney said. "You have a very nice home, Ali. It's too bad you're planning on moving out..." She gave me a wink, and my blood ran cold. How did she know that I wanted to move in with Billy...? "Call me if you need anything, Billy," she said. "Have fun at Harry's tomorrow." As she walked out the door, Billy and I both let out deep sighs of relief. "I think she knew what we were doing last night," Billy said as I looked out the window and watched her drive away. As soon as she was gone, I turned to him. I jumped on his lap, my legs straddling his, as I smothered his face in wet, sloppy kisses. "You're mine now," I whispered in his ear, before giving it a kiss as well." "I'm yours," he said, a big smile on his face. I gave his breakfast-filled belly a little tickle. "Hmmm... What should I do with you first...?" "I really need a shower," he said, then quickly added, "If, uh, that's okay with you." "Of course it's okay," I said as I touched his forehead with mine. "I'll get in there with you. I really want to give you a nice soapy massage..." I felt his dick twitch against my pussy. It was too bad that we both had our pajamas on. "Do you have...a plastic bag and a big rubber band?" he asked. "Probably," I told him. "What for?" "I just need something to cover my cast with." "Gotcha," I said. "Okay. Do you think you'll need any help getting undressed and getting in the tub?" "I'll see," he said. "I can give it a try." I gave him another big kiss as I got off of him. As he wheeled over to the bathroom, I found a plastic bag, but I had trouble finding a large rubber band. I knew I had one, I just didn't know where it was. "Are you okay, sweetie?" I yelled as I went through my drawers, desperately trying to find a rubber band. "Yep," I heard him yell back. I finally found what I was looking for and headed for the bathroom. Billy was already in the tub, naked and ready. His left foot was resting on the edge of the tub, where the water wouldn't touch it. "Okay, how do I do this?" I asked as I held up the sack and the rubber band. "Put my foot in the sack, then close it off with the rubber band, right above where the cast is," he instructed. I did exactly that. I slipped the plastic sack over his foot and stopped around the middle of his shin. Then I tied the rubber band over it, so that water couldn't get in. I undressed and stepped into the tub, closed the curtain, then turned the water on. A jet warm, soothing water poured out of the showerhead and onto my body. This was the first time Billy had ever seen me nude. I looked down at him and caught him staring. He caught my eye, then turned away so far that his chin was pretty much touch his shoulder. I was standing in between his legs, so I got a perfect view of his dick and balls. His cock was already semi-erect. Once my entire body was wet, I leaned out of the way so the water could hit Billy. He closed and leaned his head forward, enjoying the feeling of the warm downpour. I got on my knees so that I could trace the tip of my pointer finger along the surface of his shaft. Billy jumped a little in surprise, but after a few seconds, he gave off a shiver of pleasure. "Would you like to hold my breasts, sweetheart?" I asked. He gave me a look of surprise. "Would I like to hold your breasts?" he repeated. I nodded. "Would you?" He looked a little unsure of himself. "Will... Will it hurt you?" he asked. I couldn't hold back my giggles. "No, no, sweetie, it won't hurt me." I scooted closer to him, so close that his dick was almost in between my knees. "Just run your hands up my thighs, then my belly, then cup your hands around my tits. I know you can do it, Billy." "Yeah. . . . Yeah, I can do that," he said, a little more confident. He put his hands on my thighs and gave them a gentle squeeze, feeling the toned muscles underneath the skin. He slowly and tantalizingly began moving his hands up my thighs toward my hips. "Am I...doing okay?" he asked me. "You're doing great, baby," I told him, and I meant it. "This feels perfect." He put his hands around my skinny hips, as if he was about to lift me up. He gave them a nice squeeze as well. For some reason, I arched my back, pushing my breasts out in front of me. I put my hands on his knees and let out a soft moan. He stopped rubbing me. "Oh, God, am I hurting you?" "Quite the opposite, Billy," I said. "It just—ohhh...—feels so good... Keeping going, baby... You're not going to hurt me, I promise." Billy took his hands off my hips and pressed them against my sculpted belly. I began to feel so good that I began to thrust my pussy upward, directly towards his chest. The water hit my face and cascaded down my hair like a waterfall. I looked down at Billy, and I could tell by the expression on his face that he was getting weirded out by my pussy shoves. I managed to sit back down on my feet and calm down. Billy grasped his hands around my breasts, causing me to moan and bow my head forward. This time, he didn't stop. As I felt him knead and squeeze my breasts, I could tell that my tits were actually bigger than his hands. I leaned forward and put my hand around his neck. "Uh, Ali...? What're you do— Mmmph!" I pulled his face into my cleavage. I let out a little giggle as I felt my tits take in his entire head. He took his hands off my breasts and put them on my thighs for support. "These girls have been ready and waiting for you," I whispered into his scalp. With one hand holding his head, I used my other to begin stroking his fully erect dick. "Do you like my breasts, honey?" I asked. "Because they sure like you." Billy didn't lick or suck them. He simply let them smother him. That was all I could ask for. As I pumped his cock in luscious up-and-down motion, felt his shaft already begin to throb. "That's it, baby! Cum for me!" I said. "Cum for my breasts!" Within moments, I felt his white, hot semen gush onto my stomach. As he came, I let go of his head, and he immediately fell back against the end of the tub. His left leg was shaking, as if he was struggling to keep it on the edge of the tub, away from the water. I picked up his leg with both hands so that he was allowed to fully rest. "How was that, baby?" I asked as I pushed my breasts against the plastic-covered cast. "That was...amazing..." he said, clearly out of breath. "Are you...going to do...the massage now?" "Let's have you rest for a couple more minutes," I told him. "You seem really winded." He closed his eyes and put his head against the wall. For a good amount of time, it was complete silence, except for the sound of the water hitting us. I put his foot back on the edge of the tub. "I need you to lean forward for me, okay?" "Okay," he said. "All right." With good agility, I slipped in behind him, with my legs on both sides of him. I could feel my pussy touching his tailbone, but Billy didn't seem to notice. "Now," I said, "lean back again, and rest your head on my chest." Billy reclined against me, and my breasts took in his entire head once more, except for his face, which was perfect. "Feeling good so far?" I asked him. "Yep," he said. "All right. Now, do you want a full-body massage, or just your upper body, or your—?" "Upper body would be perfect," he said. "Would you like some ASMR as well?" "Yes, please," he said in the sweetest voice I had ever heard. I couldn't stop myself from covering his scalp with tiny, affectionate kisses. "Billy, you're so adorable..." I whispered. I covered his shoulder in sudsy soap and began rubbing. I started hissing into his ear, and I could feel the goosebumps prominently stick out of his skin as I ran my hand along his arms. "A-Ali, can I...tell you something?" he asked. "Of course." "I... I think I'm ready." "Ready...for what?" I asked. He remained silent. Then it hit me. "Oh! Sex! You're sure, Billy?" "I'm sure," he said, his voice sincere. "Okay. When would you like to do it?" "How about...tomorrow night, after the party?" I gave him another kiss on the scalp. "That sounds perfect, sweetie." I began spreading the soap along his chest and his stomach. "Absolutely perfect..." A Special Kind of Love Ch. 05 The next morning, I woke up earlier than Billy did. We were both sleeping on my bed. Billy had insisted that he sleep on the couch in the living room, but I wouldn't have it. He was lying on his right side, a pillow in between his ankles so that he could elevate his broken left leg. With him turned away from me, I decided to give him back scratches throughout the majority of the night. It was never easy for him to sleep in places other than his own bed. That was part of the reason why I wanted to move in with him—not him moving in with me. It was around 7 AM when I woke up, so I decided to call my mom. I figured she was up, since she had always been an early bird. She lived in Springfield—the capital of Illinois—where I was born and raised. I picked up my cell phone and went to the living room, then dialed her number. It rang two times before she answered. "Hello?" her voice came. Just from that one word, she hardly sounded sleepy or groggy; she'd been up for a while. She had the thickest Illinoisan accent of all. It was nasally like a Brooklyn accent, but one could definitely hear the "E" sound before most of her vowels. "Hi, Mom," I said, ecstatic to her voice. It felt like it had been decades since I'd last called her, when in reality it had only been about two weeks. "Well, hi, Ali!" she said in a cheerful tone. "How are you?" "I... I'm great, Mom," I said. "I'm really great. I just wanted to check in with you. How are things for you?" "Perfect, darlin', it couldn't be more perfect. How are things going with you and Billy?" "Great. He's been in the hospital for the past couple of days, though. He just got out yesterday." "Oh my god! What happened to him? Is he okay?" "Don't worry, Mom, he's fine. He got ran over and broke his leg." "Jesus Christ!" "But he ended up saving his friend's life because of it. I guess they were chasing this criminal, and he or she drove right towards them. Billy pushed his partner out of the way, but he fell over when he did, and the bad guy just...ran over his leg." "Dear God..." Mom said, completely exasperated. "He's a detective, isn't he... Which leg was it that got hurt?" "His left leg." "Dear Lord... He's alright, isn't he?" "Yep, he's okay. He's been staying with me since he got out of the hospital. But...yeah, while he was recovering, I got to meet his partner, and his sisters—" I almost finished my sentence with "and his mom," but I figured that part wasn't essential enough for Mom to hear. "That's... That's good, Ali, that's... Wow. I... I'm sorry, I'm just...having a heck of a time processing this... You were there for him through the whole thing, weren't you?" "Yes, ma'am," I said. "Good, good... You love him, don't you?" "Of course I do, Mom! I love him to death! He's... He's just so...perfect. I know that's a really bloated thing to say, but... He really is great. He's sweet, he's polite... He accepts my personality. He doesn't try to suppress it or ignore the way I feel. I'm just...so happy when I'm with him." "I'm so glad to hear that Ali," Mom said, her voice cracking occasionally. "I'm... I'm so glad that you've found someone that makes you happy, and that you make happy. I... I know your dad would be just as glad as I am, probably even more so. I know you've dated some really big jerks in the past, but, through them, I think you figured out just who you were looking for. "I still remember when your dad and I were still friends. He seemed like this gigantic A-hole, but once we started dating, I saw that he was just trying to cover up the fact that he was...scared. He acted that way because he was scared of people. I helped him overcome that fear, and as a result, he became much nicer towards people. I hope you and Billy can be like your dad and me. Help each other grow, all right? Become stronger though one another. I... I know I'm sounding like that green guy from Star Wars but I really mean what I say." "Th-thanks, Mom," I said, rubbing my neck so I could get rid of that lump in my throat. "Thank you..." "You're welcome, sweetie. Sorry for the speech... I just want you and Billy to have that relationship your dad and I had." "No, no, thank you for the speech!" I laughed. "Actually, I— Well, I don't know if I should tell you this, but..." "Tell me what, sweetie? You know I hate secrets." "I know, it's just... It's kind of a private thing, y'know? I don't know if Billy would like it if I told you." "Tell me what? Honey, you're killin' me here!" I mulled it over in my head whether or not it was right to tell my mom about the plans Billy and I had for after the party that night. "Wellll... Okay. I'll tell you." "Goodie," she said. "Don't worry; I won't tell anyone." "Well, tonight...I'm planning on taking Billy's virginity." Mom was silent for a few seconds. She loved juicy things like gossip. I was scared that she'd run off to tell someone, but then I heard her voice. "Wow, that's... That's something, Ali. Billy's okay with that?" "Of course he is. We actually both planned on...doing it tonight. And if he decided that he doesn't want to do it, then we won't do it." "I... I had no idea he was still a virgin. A guy as nice and good-looking as him, I thought he wouldn't be. But that's good that you respect him like that. He has autism, right?" "Yes, Asperger's Syndrome." "Well, when you two are ready for the hanky-panky, he'll have to know that he's probably going to be scared out of his wits. You'll have to guide him. Go slowly. He'll need to give the OK on every little thing you do. Just be gentle with him, all right?" "All right." "Good. Well... It was nice catching up with you, Alisandra. Have fun tonight, okay? Oh, and I'd advise that you do it at his place. That might make it a bit more comfortable for him. Okay?" "Okay," I said. "Thanks, Mom. I love you." "I love you too, sweetheart. Be safe. Bye." "Bye." I hung up. I put my hands on my hips as I mulled over what she told me. I had always remembered Dad as the nicest guy in the world. He always treated everyone with such respect and dignity. I forgot that he was a total douche before he and Mom dated. Ever since he was killed six years ago, I had encouraged Mom to start dating again, but she always gave me the same answer: "My heart only belongs to your dad." It was sweet, but I reminded her that no one could replace Dad. I decided not to tell her that I was planning on moving in with Billy. She would have told me in her own innocent way that it was too early in the relationship to do that. The truth was, I had grown closer to Billy in the past three days than I would have in three months. But I didn't want to argue with her. I knew we were ready to take that step. I went back to my bedroom to see if Billy was still asleep. He was, but as I stepped up to the bed, his body twitched then he sluggishly rolled onto his back. He let out a big yawn as he stretched his arms outward. He looked at me and smiled. I sat down next to him as I said, "Good morning, cutie. Did you sleep well?" "Mm-hmmm," he said, rubbing his eyes. "How about you?" "Oh, I slept a little," I told him. "I kept on giving you back scratches after you fell asleep." "Really? Thanks, Ali," he said. "You're welcome, sweetheart." I couldn't resist slipping into the covers and lying next to him. I took the fingers of my left hand and tenderly ran them down the side of his face. "Are you excited for the party tonight?" I asked. "I don't really know," he said. "Harry changed the place to a bar." "You don't like bars, do you?" I said. It was more of a statement than a question. "I'm sure you can still have some fun." "The noise and the energy just...irritates me. I... I was hoping that he would plan on having me and him eat out with some of the guys from the P.D. I thought he knew—" "Tell you what," I said. "How about before you and I head to the bar tonight, we stop and eat someplace nice? Just you and me." "R-really?" he said, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Wh-where would we eat?" I thought about it for a second. It couldn't be too slow, and it couldn't be too expensive. "We'd have to check some places out. I'd like someplace with that's kind of romantic and has good music." "That sounds great," Billy said. "Harry wants me at the bar by 8." "That should fit in fine," I said. Now that that was out of the way, I changed the subject. "How does your leg feel?" "It... Actually, it kinda hurts. The pain killers the doctor prescribed me are in my bag. Could you get them for me, please?" He was too polite for me to say no, and it wasn't like I was going to say no anyway. His bag was in my room. Before grabbing it, I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water for him. I went back to my room, gave him the water, then pulled a small bottle of pills out of the side of his bag. "How many?" I asked as I opened the bottle. "Just two." "Hold out your hand." I put two maroon-colored pills in his hand, and he swallowed them down with a gulp of water. I put the bottle back in his bag as he drank the rest of the water. "Better?" I asked. "It'll take a while, but it will be once it starts working." "Good. So... How about you stay in bed and relax while I make us some breakfast? Do you like scrambled eggs?" "Heck yeah I do!" he said. "And some toast?" "And some toast, just for you." "That sounds great. Thank you." I gave him a kiss on the lips before leaving the bedroom and heading to the kitchen. Scrambled eggs and toast were pretty much the extent of what I could cook. Billy was a hundred times the cook that I was. He was most likely forced to teach himself how to cook, since his mother neglected him growing up. A little over five minutes later, the eggs seemed ready. They looked more like an omelet than scrambled eggs. And I had set the toaster for too long, so the toast was nearly pitch black. I put a tiny bit of butter on it, then spread some strawberry jam on it. I put it all on a plate and grabbed a fork, then went back to my room. "Here ya go, sweet stuff," I said as I handed him his breakfast. "I'm sorry that it tastes disgusting." "What? Ali, it will not taste disgus—" He took a bite of his eggs, and his eyes went blank. He chewed a few times, then forced himself to swallow. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," I told him as I lay next to him. "I just don't know what I did wro—" "Ali, this tastes great," he said as he took another bite. "You're not a bad cook." "I just get so used to you for me," I told him. "Ali..." he said, giving me a look. "I love it. Thank you." "Oh, you're just saying that," I said as I kissed his cheek. "No I'm not." "Yes you are." "Am not." "Are too." He chuckled as he took another bite. "By the way," I said, "I bought some new lipsticks the other day, and I'd like to try 'em out on you." Billy blinked as he looked at me. "O-okay, uh... S-s-sure." "Okay. Be right back." I went to the bathroom and grabbed my new lipsticks. As I returned to my room and got back into bed with Billy, I said, "Oh, you're gonna love this, baby." "Okay, I'm ready." I had three colors: red, pink, and cherry. I figured pink would be the best color, but I still needed to "make sure." I lay on top of him with my legs straddling his, and my crotch was positioned just above his. I made sure that he got a front row seat as I applied the cherry lipstick. "Do you like watching me do this, sweetie?" I asked as I put on my lipstick only an inch or two in front of my face. "Are you ready to get your face kissed all over?" "Y-y-yeah," he stuttered. I could tell that I was putting him in a sexual frenzy. His eyes were directly on my lips as I covered them with the dark red substance. "I know you are," I told him. I had to hold the lipstick away from my mouth every time I spoke. "I know you like it when I give you a goodnight kiss right before we go to bed." His heart was pounding; I could almost hear it. His dick was rock-hard, pulsating against my pussy. It was too bad that they were both covered in clothing. "Does this look okay?" I asked as I finished up and began rubbing my lips together. "It...looks pretty good," he observed. "Okay. Heeeeere cooooomes a kiss..." I folded my hands over his neck as I moved in, planting a firm kiss on his cheek. Sure enough, a dark red lipstick stain was left behind. It showed very well, contrasting with his skin in a pleasant way. "Awww, sweetie, you look adorable," I said as I ran my thumb over the mark. Feeling especially naughty, I grinded against his dick a single time, causing him to shut his eyes as his body stiffened. "I take it you're ready for when we get back from the bar?" "Y-yeah," he said. "I'm just... I'm still a little nervous, y'know?" "I understand," I told him. "Don't worry—I'll help you. I'll make sure we're going at a pace that you like." "No, I'm not nervous about that," said Billy. "Well, actually, yeah, I am, but... I'm... I'm scared that I...won't...bring you pleasure." I almost laughed in his face. "What? Sweetheart, you bring me pleasure just by being with me. Tonight, you and I both are going to feel amazing. I swear it." I moved my lips to his ear and whispered, "You have no idea how sexy I think you are." He blushed and scoffed. "I'm not...that. Nuh-uh. Nope." "So modest you are..." I teased as I began wiping off the cherry lipstick. "Oh, I'm not that modest," he replied, making me laugh slightly. I began applying the red lipstick after the cherry color was no longer visible on my lips. The one I was putting on had a very slight orange-ish, peachy tint mixed in with the red. I always liked lighter shades of red more than darker. "Ali, can... Can I tell you something?" "Sure," I said. "I...don't really wanna go to the party tonight," Billy said. "Awww, why not?" I asked as I closed the lipstick tube. "Harry's throwing it for you, sweetie. He's just trying to show his appreciation. You saved his life." "I know..." he said. "I just...wanna spend time with you." "I know you do, honey. I know you do... But it's just one night—one party. I'll be right there with you. We'll be there for a few hours, then we'll head home and have a little fun... You even might enjoy yourself while we're there." "No," he said flatly. "Well... If we're going to the bar—the party—maybe we should have the fun tomorrow..." "You think you might be too stressed to do it tonight," I said. He nodded. I didn't like that. I wanted our first time—his first time—to be after some type of romantic moment. Billy was finally going to lose his virginity, and I wanted that to have some buildup. If we'd decided to have sex in the middle of the day without anything to get excited for it, then it wouldn't have been as fulfilling. Maybe for him, but not for me. Billy could only lose his virginity once, and I wanted that moment to be as romantic, sexy, and special as possible. Going to the party would have murdered Billy's sex drive. Dinners always had some kind of...effect on Billy. I guessed he was just turned on by the idea of two people having good food and conversation while in a fancy venue. It was always the sweet things that got him going. Making out with him right after dinner was always the best, compared to a random interval of the day. Making out with him was always great, as he was one hell of a kisser, but whenever we did it after dinner, that was when true magic happened. He enjoyed it, and I enjoyed it. "Okay," I said after mulling it over. "We don't have to go to the party. But you're gonna have to call him." "Ughhh..." he moaned. "Don't worry, sweetie," I said as I pulled back my brown ombre hair, then bent down and planted a kiss on his nose, covering it in a red-orange lipstick stain. "Just tell him your leg's a little achy." "All right..." he grumbled as he reached for his cell phone, which was on the dresser right next to the bed. As he dialed Harry's number, I wiped the red lipstick off my lips and began applying the pink. Billy only had to wait close to three seconds before Harry picked up. "Hey, Harry, it's me... . . . G-good. How are you? . . . Yeah, uh, about that... I... I don't think I'll be able to make it. . . . It's just... Y'know, my leg's been hurting really bad, and I— . . . O-oh! Y-yeah, thanks for understanding. I... I'm really sorry, I know you were— . . . S-sure, another time. All right. Thanks, buddy. See ya. Bye." He hung up, then collapsed onto the bed. "Oh, God, that was terrible..." he wheezed. "You did fine," I assured him. "But he's okay with everything?" "It seems that way..." he said. "I just hope I didn't hurt his feelings." "You didn't," I said. "Now, let me try out this pink color on you. I think I'll go with this one for dinner tonight, but I miiight need to be sure." "Okay," he said. "And might I add—" I grabbed his head, holding him in place. "—you are incredibly sexy when you take things into your own hands." I moved in at the speed of light, furiously smothering Billy in kisses. ------ Billy and I made our way down the sidewalk, on our way to the restaurant. I was behind him, pushing him forward in his wheelchair. Heavy snowflakes were falling from the black sky above us. They clung to our coats, almost making us—and everyone else who was out—look like real-life snowmen. Every person that walked by us in the opposite direction looked at Billy. Every one. It was obviously because he had a cast on his left leg and was in a wheelchair, but I had this strange feeling that it was because of something else. We finally reached the front door of the restaurant and went inside. Immediately we were greeted by warm lighting, soft piano music, and dozens of people sitting in the waiting area. Every single one of them looked at Billy. I could tell by the way he tilted his head forward that he was avoiding their gaze. I gave his shoulder a small squeeze of reassurance as we made our way to the receptionist's counter. "How many?" she asked. "Two," Billy answered. "Andrews, Billy." The receptionist did some mad scribbling in a thin brown book, then looked up at us and smilled. "You guys are in. It'll be about a twenty-minute wait." "That's fine," I said. "Thank you." We turned around back to the waiting area. Every seat was full. Everyone was wearing a winter's coat, as if the cold from the outside was still there with them. I looked around for a place to sit. Everyone's face said the same thing: "No way in hell am I giving up my seat." Billy found a spot in the corner to park his wheelchair, so I just stood by him, leaning against the brick wall. "Ali," Billy whispered, patting on his right thigh. "Are you sure?" I whispered back. He shrugged. "Well, yeah." "All right. Thank you, sweetie." I sat on his lap, putting my arms around him. I almost gave him a kiss, but I stopped myself, knowing that if I had kissed me even once, I wouldn't have been able to stop until his face was almost completely pink. I distracted myself by lovingly plucking out all the remaining snowflakes out of Billy's hair. "I'm kinda sleepy," he told me. I giggled. "Yeah, me too. I think it's this warmth. We should just take a little nap while we wa—" "E-excuse me..." said a voice. It belonged to an elderly man who was sitting next to us. "Pardon me for asking, but... What happened to your leg, son?"