The next morning, bright and early, Roger's mother was there. Of course, Tracy was confined to the bed. Roger's mother performed all the same tasks her mother had been doing, much to Tracy's dismay. After cooking the supper meal and, of course, bringing Tracy's meal to her in bed, Roger's mother announced she was leaving for the night. Roger escorted her to the door and, after receiving his last minute instructions, bid his mother good bye.

Roger grabbed his plate, sat in front of the TV and ate. He had just finished eating when Tracy called him. He walked into her room and picked up her tray, thinking that was what she had called him about. As he was leaving, Tracy called to him again. "Rog, would you help me take a bath?"

"Are you crazy?" he blurted in disbelief.

"No! I'm sick of 'sponge baths' and I want a real one." she said angrily. "What's the matter, don't you want to see me again?" she added teasingly.

"It's not that... How can you take a bath with a cast on your leg?" Roger questioned.

"Easy! I just let the cast rest on the edge of the tub. I can still sit in the water," she explained.

"But what if your cast gets wet?" asked Roger.

"It won't. If your worried, we'll wrap it in a breach towel. That way, if it gets splashed, the cast still won't get wet. Please Rog, I really wanna take a bath," she rationalized.

"Well, OK... Just be careful," Roger agreed. He put down the tray, picked up Tracy, and carried her to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet as he filled the tub. Once filled, he pulled a beach towel off the shelf and wrapped the cast as well as he could. Once satisfied,he helped her out of her nightgown. Feeling a little self conscious and embarrassed by her nudity, he turned to leave.

"Rog, you're gonna hafta help me. I can't do it by myself," Tracy explained. Roger once again turned to face her. "It feels kinda funny being naked in front of you where you're still dressed. Could you take your clothes off to so it won't be so weird?"

Roger shrugged but quickly complied with her wishes. Tracy smiled when his stiff rod came into view but didn't make any comment. Once nude, he helped Tracy into the tub. Because of her cast, she had to sit with her back to the faucet so she couldn't lean back. With the angle the cast held her leg in, it was rather uncomfortable.

"Rog, this isn't working. Could you get in and sit behind me so I can lean on you?" Tracy impishly asked.

"Ah... er... yeah... I suppose so..." Roger stammered as he climbed in behind her. He was slightly embarrassed having her between his legs but there was no other way.

Tracy leaned back onto Roger. "Scoot forward a little and lean back more?" She requested. Roger did as he was asked and slid forward. His action jammed his cock between his stomach and Tracy's ass. "Mmmm... that feels good," she murmured. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean that," she chuckled nervously realizing what she just said. She meant it was nice to lean back, but his cock did feel nice.

Tracy closed her eyes and relaxed in the warm water. It had been weeks since she had sat in a tub and the feeling was heaven to her. The hard cock against her ass did distract her, though. She began daydreaming about the night before. Just the memory of it made her blood start rushing.

"Rog, could you wash me? I can't do it with my arm," she innocently asked as she handed him the soap. The truth was she wanted to feel his hands on her body again. She could have washed herself with her good arm but the excuse was there so why not use it.

Roger took the soap and nudged her forward so he could get at her back. Nervously he began to soap her up. Tracy wasn't the first girl he had been with. There had been a few others and she wasn't the first one he had taken a bath with. This wasn't a girlfriend though. It was his lifelong friend and she was only 14. Still, even at 14, she had one of the better bodies he had seen, even though a little banged up right now. She had always been a little special to him which is why they were still such good friends even with the four year age difference.

His hands trembled as they slid easily across her skin made slick by the soap. He only went down as far as her waist, fearing he would appear to pushy if he went lower. Once he finished her back, he moved to her arms. At the same time he also did her sides, going within inches of her breasts but too nervous to get very close to them.

Tracy reveled in the sensations Roger was producing in her as his soapy hand glided across her bare flesh. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Roger had been her friend for as long as she could remember. He was always the one to stick up for her if anyone tried to bully her. He had even taken her to her first dance, a sixth grade semiformal, even though he was in high school already. Although she already had a few boyfriends under her belt, her first dance had been the best date she ever had. She was in a raging battle with her body. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she really liked him or, even worse yet, think she wanted to seduce him.

Roger had finished with her arms and sides, although Tracy wished he had washed her sides a little more, and moved to her neck and shoulders. Stacy tried to control her breathing but couldn't stop her chest from heaving. As he moved to her upper chest, her mind went into overdrive. As warm as the room was and as hot as the water was, her nipples were sticking out like they were freezing. Her breath caught as his hand brushed the top of her breasts. A few more strokes and she knew he would be rubbing her tits.

An audible sigh escaped Tracy's lips as Roger skipped over her breasts and moved to her stomach. How could he have done that? Didn't he know that girls have to wash their tits too? As nice as his touch felt on her stomach, it was not what she wanted. Her mind was filled with conflict. She didn't care if Roger touched her breasts. She actually wished he would.

Roger ran the soap across her stomach unaware of the battle raging within her. Even though they had been friends forever, right now he didn't see her as just a friend. He remembered back to the first time they had gone out together. It had been some dumb elementary school dance. The whole scene had made him feel awkward. He liked Tracy but the only reason he had gone was because his mother had insisted. He had felt foolish, a high school student at such a dance, but he did enjoy being with her. He didn't see her as "a little sixth grader" but rather a nice girl. Now here he was, nude and in a bathtub with a nude girl. His cock was quivering he was so hard. This wasn't some "score" though, it was Tracy. Somehow he had to keep in control.

Roger's hand was sliding effortlessly across her stomach. Tracy had to fight to keep her hips from pushing her pussy at his hand. Her whole body was on fire and that fire was most intense between her legs. She couldn't take anymore. With her good arm, she reached over and grabbed his hand. He froze but with little pressure, she dragged his hand to her breast. "Wash here," she mumbled. Slowly his hand began to move. She kept her hand on his fearing he would stop.

Roger's breath caught as Tracy dragged his hand to her round tit. His brain screamed when she asked him to wash it. He could feel her rock hard nipple sticking into his palm. He had held quite a few tits in his life but couldn't remember a nipple that stiff. Her hand pressed against his as he started to massage the wonderful mound she had. Wanting to explore both her assets, he moved to the other breast, her hand still pressing against his. A few minutes more of rubbing and he felt his hand being guided downward.

Tracy had never been so aroused in her entire life. Every nerve ending was piqued. If she didn't climax soon she was sure she was going to explode. Forgetting all her inhibitions, she began to move his hand to her waiting pussy. Her stomach filled with butterflies as his hand slid down it towards her promise land. His hand crushed her hair and finally went to her slit. "Yessss... there..." she moaned. As his hand began to move, she brought hers to the edge of the tub thinking she might be able to steady her trembling body.

His hand hardly touched her as he glided over her mons. Her hips reacted and pushed up against his hand increasing the pressure. A finger slid down across her clit making her gasp. Soft moans filled the bathroom. She had always been very protective of that part of her body shielding it from any boy's assault but now she wanted something inside her. She wanted Roger to feel the inside of her belly. Her wish came true as the finger that had slid across her love button entered her. Her hips shot up and her breath sucked in as she climaxed. Finally the relief her body had sought for. The room went blurry as her hips ground against the intruder in her pussy. Her stomach wouldn't stop quivering. Her lungs fought to suck in the air in short gasps. This was an orgasm like no other. It seemed never ending, only peaking, fading a little, then peaking again.

Roger was amazed. Tracy's ass had come right out of the water. She was pushing on his chest so hard he was almost afraid she would drive the tub spout into his back. Her body was writhering like a snake and water was splashing everywhere. Fearing she would hurt her injuries even more he pulled his hand away from her pussy. Her ass stayed suspended for a moment then splashed down into the water. Her chest was heaving like she had just run a race.

Tracy stayed motionless trying to regain control over her body. Slowly her surroundings came back into perspective. Her mind began the chore of retaking control of the muscles which had suddenly gone on a rampage. After some minutes, her body settled. She was surprised. She had just been through an earth shaking orgasm but her body was craving more. "Take me to bed," Stacy said softly.