Chapter 29
01
I guess these belong to Lilly's parents.
After we got back from the beach, Hisao went down to the kitchen to get something to drink while I went to our room to put away my diary and brush my hair to get any tangles out. Now I'm holding two bathrobes that I retrieved from the bathroom's small changing area on my way here. The changing area contained shelves and baskets for clothing, but I doubt we'll be slipping back into our clothes again after we're done bathing, so I might as well leave my clothing here. I just hope Lilly or her parents aren't going to miss the bathrobes this evening.
I walk up to the window, close the curtains, take off my clothes and put one of the bathrobes on. Both are a little bit too large for me, though, since I'm used to wearing a rather oversized nightgown, it doesn't feel too awkward. I fold my clothes over one of the chairs, leave the bedroom and make my way over to the bathroom.
Two of the changing area's walls look suspiciously like reinforced room dividers, suggesting that the bathroom and this tiny changing area used to be part of the same room before the Satous moved in. I conclude with a sense of relief that the outer door can be locked from the inside, meaning that even if Lilly or her parents were to come home early there'd still be no risk of them accidentally walking in on us. In addition to a shelf with baskets for clothing and a space for shoes along one wall there are two cabinets near the exit; one containing bottles of liquid soap and several types of shampoo and the other containing washcloths and towels. I take two of each, making sure to get a bottle of shampoo for myself that contains conditioner and suits my hair and then slide away the inner door and enter the main bathroom.
While it's certainly not as large as the public baths I've visited in my childhood, it's definitely larger than any bathroom I've ever been to before. The floor is covered with slightly rough tiles to avoid slipping. On the far wall is a fairly large window with sun blinds in front of it.The wall near the bath consists of a large tile mural depicting a few large waves in front of a mountain. The bath itself seems large enough to hold about seven or eight people. The opposite corner of the room consists of facilities to clean oneself before bathing. Two pairs of faucets are attached to the wall in that part of the room, and each pair also has a detachable shower head connected to it.There's a small mirror on the wall above each pair of faucets and a pair of wooden buckets and low stools nearby. The floor near the faucets and shower heads seems to be slightly sloped so the water can flow into the drain near the corner.
After putting the soap and shampoo near the stools and leaving the towels on the edge of the bath, I examine the bath a little closer and notice a few small buttons and a display embedded into part of the edge showing a number.
45 degrees. That's much hotter than I can probably handle. I wonder whether this is the default temperature or if Hisao set it to that level. I hope my preferred temperature doesn't feel too cold for him. I press the button with a minus sign on it a few times until the display shows 37. That's probably a more responsible level for me.
"Pretty impressive, isn't it?"
I turn around and see Hisao entering the room wearing the bathrobe I left in our bedroom. He gives me an expectant smile and walks back into the changing area. I meekly follow him.
"Ummm... D-did you lock the door?"
"When I came in. How's the temperature? There's a panel near the door we can use to turn the room's heating up."
Hisao probably used that already since it's pleasantly warm in here. When we take off our bathrobes, it probably won't be the temperature that'll make me feel uncomfortable.
"It's... probably w-warm enough."
"How about the light? I noticed that the light switch has a dimmer."
"Hmmm..."
That might make things easier. I play around with the slider a bit until ultimately simply turning off the lights, leaving the changing area in near pitch blackness.
"Err... Hanako... I think we're going to need some light, or we'll be setting ourselves up for some very painful pratfalls."
I feel my way over to the inner door and slide it open. While the changing area is pitch black, the bathroom itself is only moderately darkened due to it still being light outside and the sun blinds in front of the window letting more than enough light through to make out the room's interior.
"I guess we'll be okay after all, at least until the sun sets completely."
He puts a hand on my shoulder.
02
"So... Shall we?"
"G-Go ahead."
I hear some rustling next to me, and a few seconds later Hisao, now completely naked, strolls past me, heads over to the washing area, sits down on one of the stools next to the faucets, reaches forward and starts filling up the wooden buckets, occasionally testing the temperature of the water inside them with his finger. I find myself staring at him for a moment, then let out a soft sigh. I guess it's too late to start having second thoughts. I remove my bathrobe, slowly approach Hisao and sit down on the stool next to him. I appreciate the fact that he's been considerate enough to let me sit on his right so my scarred side is facing away from him.
"Is this close to the right temperature?"
Without looking at me, Hisao moves one of the buckets to his right and I dip my finger in to check the temperature. It could be a little hotter; I don't want to start feeling chilly when we're in here for a little while. I add hot water until the temperature is acceptable, pour the contents of the bucket all over myself and then start refilling it while quietly watching Hisao do the same. We repeat this process a few more times, and when we're both completely drenched, Hisao turns in my direction.
"Can you hand me a bottle of soap and shampoo?"
"O-Okay."
I take a bottle of each from the small shelf nearby where I put them earlier, pass them to Hisao and then take of bottle of both myself. I guess I'd better get started quickly, because something like this usually takes a long time.
"Hisao?"
"Yes?"
"When you're f-finished, you can go ahead and enter the bath."
"Even when you're not finished yet?"
"Washing my hair usually takes a long time."
"Yeah, I bet it does."
A slightly uncomfortable silence follows. What do you talk about in situations such as this?
"Hey, Hanako?"
"Yes?"
"Can I help you... you know... wash your hair? I can wash your back too if you don't mind. I'll let you wash mine in return."
"Ah..."
I blush a bit. I didn't expect him to offer that. It might not be a bad idea, provided we can limit ourselves to just washing. It might actually be enjoyable.
"Ah... O-okay then. But c-can I... w-wash you first?"
"Be my guest."
I put down my stool behind Hisao, sit down behind him and ready my washcloth before deciding it might be more fun to proceed without it. I unhook the shower head from the nearby wall, turn it on and briefly spray his back and his hair. I then put some liquid soap into my hands, rub them together for a moment and start soaping his back.
I tenderly stroke his shoulders and upper back, occasionally pausing for a second to apply some more soap to my hands.
He exhales sharply as I move my hands down and playfully stroke his sides and armpits with my fingers.
"H-Hey! No tickling."
I giggle at the cuteness of his response.
"Just remember I'll be in a position to return the favor later."
"Okay then."
"Hisao... could you... l-lean back a bit?"
"Huh?"
He seems puzzled for a moment, but then complies and carefully starts leaning backwards. I use my hands to guide him until he's leaning against me with the back of his head resting against my chest. We both let out a slightly nervous laugh.
"Is this really okay?"
"J-Just relax."
It's a bit of an odd feeling to be in this position, but it's also rather intimate. I carefully get some shampoo from the bottle nearby, apply it to my hands and then start running my hands through his hair, gently massaging his scalp in the process. We stay like this for several minutes, neither of us saying a word the whole time, but the silence doesn't feel uncomfortable. I'm just happy carressing him like this, and he seems content to let me. Eventually, after deciding I'm done, I get a shower head and wash the shampoo out of his hair. Afterwards he sits up and looks at me from over his shoulder to indicate it's my turn. Suddenly feeling a little self-concious, I cover my genitals with one hand and use my other arm to cover my breasts as much as I can, drawing a small amused smile from him.
"Hanako, could you turn around and face the other way?"
I do as he asks, separate my long hair into two halves and drape it over both shoulders, exposing my back. With my hair no longer partially covering the scars on my back I feel even more exposed than before, but my anxiety slowly starts ebbing away when Hisao kneels down behind me and starts rubbing soap on my back and shoulders. My upper back hasn't been very sensitive since my accident, but his touch nevertheless feels good in the places where I can feel the sensation. After finishing my back and shoulders he gently pulls me backwards until I'm leaning against his chest. I turn my head a bit so I can listen to his heartbeat - something that always manages to put me at ease. I close my eyes and try to relax as his hands start rubbing and stroking the top of my head.
"Uh... Hanako?"
"Yes?"
"I... uh... don't really have much experience washing hair as long as yours."
I giggle at his uneasiness.
"Shall we... s-split the workload?"
"Split?"
I take the half of my hair that's draped over my left shoulder and swing it back. He carefully takes the ends of it in his hand.
"I guess I'll do this part then. Wow, it's kind of heavy when it's wet. Doesn't that strain your neck?"
"I'm used to it."
I can't help but smile. I have to admit that his sudden curiosity about my hair is more than a little endearing.
"I'll just watch and do what you do then."
I take the ends of my hair in my hands and start massaging the shampoo into them, carefully working my way up from the bottom. I've done this often enough to be able to do it in my sleep, but this time I deliberately slow down a bit so Hisao can see how it's done. If he messes this up, I'll have two distinct halves of hair tomorrow. That'd be a real problem.
"Man, long hair can be a real chore to maintain."
"You get b-better at it after a while."
"Hanako?"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering... Have you always had your hair this long even before your... accident?"
"It... used to be just a little bit shorter when I was little, but I had my hair longer than shoulder-length even as a child. My..."
I hesitate for a moment, not sure whether to smile or feel sad at the resurfacing memory.
"My m-mother r-really liked my hair. She h-had hair j-just like mine. We'd always bathe together and she'd take her time washing it and telling me how b-beautiful she t-thought it w-was."
"I think it's very beautiful as well. It's pretty eye-catching too."
"R-Really?"
"Yeah. That day when Mutou introduced me to the class, you were the first student in class I took notice of. Your hair was probably the reason why."
I'm not sure how to feel about that. I don't really like any part of me to be considered eye-catching, because trying to avoid standing out has always been part of my survival strategy, but to hear Hisao say that I was the first person he took notice of in class and to hear him say that he considers my hair beautiful nevertheless makes me very happy.
"Umm... T-thanks."
Truth be told, I really like my hair as well. Covering myself up with it makes me feel safe, as if I have my own personal protective cloak. Well... hardly completely safe but just a little bit safer.
"Hanako?"
"Yes?"
"This may be a weird question, but... About your hair, do you... err...?"
I suppress an amused giggle at his awkwardness. I think I have a pretty clear idea of what he wants to ask.
"In the o-orphanage, one of the staff would cut my hair, so I w-wouldn't need to go to a barber. Eventually, I l-learned how to cut it myself."
"Wow, really?"
"Yes."
What I don't say is that it was out of necessity. Going to the barber and exposing my facial scarring would be one of those things I could lose sleep over for days in advance.
"You're a girl of many talents, Hanako."
He drapes the hair he was tending to back over my left shoulder, embraces me from behind and kisses me on the cheek. Then he just holds me for a little while. Eventually, after determining that the conditioner must have had enough time to do its thing, I take the shower head and use it to rinse the shampoo away. I guess this is the point where we'll soap up the rest of our bodies. Or maybe...
"...Hanako?"
Just when I'm about to dismiss the thought I just had, Hisao puts his hand on my shoulder. I'm willing to bet he had the exact same thought I just had and unlike me he didn't think it was too inappropriate to suggest.
"Y-Yes?"
03
"Can I... soap your front as well?"
"M-My f-front?"
"I... liked washing your back."
"...If... If I can w-wash y-your f-front as well."
"Sure."
I think I can see the traces of an awkward smile on his face as sits in front of me, using his hands to cover himself in order to prevent things from being too awkward. I retrieve the soap, put some of it in my hands and start running my hands up and down his legs and feet, then move behind him and continue on his arms. While I'm busy soaping his shoulders, I suddenly become aware of his gaze towards the nearby wall-mounted mirror, making me a little uncomfortable. Despite the room being dimly lit, our reflections are still clearly visible and I can tell he's watching me. Since I can't cover myself up and wash him at the same time, I gently nudge his chin away with my finger and kiss him from behind. Keeping him occupied this way, I reach down, pour some more liquid soap into my cupped hand and then start on his chest, paying special attention to the scar in the middle. I feel his breathing speed up as my hands go lower and lower, rubbing his thighs and abdomen before stopping at the place his own hands are covering.
I break off our kiss and exchange an awkward look with him. I wonder if this is one spot he wants to do himself.
"Uh, Hisao... D-do you... uh...?"
My boyfriend lets out a nervous laugh and then moves his hands away. My eyes grow large, and I barely manage to suppress an uncomfortable giggle. The sights and sensations of our act have left his manhood completely erect and my mere glance is enough to make it quiver a bit.
"I guess this was kind of inevitable..."
"Uh..."
"Hanako, could you... uh... help me with this before we get into the bath?"
I blush heavily, but nevertheless find myself nodding. I apply some extra liquid soap to my hands and then I take hold of him, wrapping my other arm around him from behind. I start kissing him once more, moving my hand as I do so. I consider slowly building things up, but by the way he's thrusting his hips I don't think he's in need of a warm-up at this point. I tighten my grip a bit and move my hand up and down his length in tandem with his thrusts. I think I'm getting pretty excited myself from the reactions my caresses are drawing out of him.
Hisao probably had a point just now. When a girl and a boy who haven't been together for all that long get together in a bathroom, stuff like this is probably bound to happen. I'm actually a little bit surprised that he didn't suggest doing it with me right here and now. Maybe he was thinking the same thing I was: the only options we'd have here would be doing it on the bathroom floor or in the bath itself. The first option probably would have been rather uncomfortable and the second option would have been a really bad idea.
I keep going, kissing his neck and cheek, using one hand to pleasure him and letting the other one roam across his chest and tummy until I can tell that he's nearing his limit. Deciding to end things with a bang, I press myself against him even more tightly and start using both hands while rubbing myself against his back. Since he's still covered with soap, it goes really smoothly, and I have to admit it feels pretty good to me too. Both his breath and his movements grow faster and faster, and I enthusiastically adjust the speed of my own movement, pushing my hips forward in order to add a little bit more force to his own thrusts until he suddenly exhales sharply and makes several jerking motions with his hips. I wait until his climax has subsided and then hold him in a tender embrace until I can feel him relax. After letting go of him, I take one of the nearby showerheads and use it to wash my hands. Then I place my hand on his chest until his nod tells me that he's alright and use the showerhead to get the soap off, wash the evidence of our activity down the nearby floor drain and clean him from head to toe.
As I turn off the water, my boyfriend smiles at me.
"Thanks, Hanako. That was really good."
I fidget a bit upon hearing his praise and then simply nod my head. This is not a subject I want to get into a back-and-forth with him over.
I guess it's my turn next.
I'm not really sure what to do now, so I simply remain seated and wait until Hisao comes over to me, sits down behind me and wraps his arms around me.
"You can lean into me a bit, Hanako."
I do so and try to relax as much as possible as he takes the bottle of soap, pours some into his hands and starts rubbing it onto my arms and shoulders. I barely manage to hold back a giggle when he playfully tickles my left armpit. I don't think a simple washing is all Hisao wants to give me.
"Can you move your right leg just a little bit, Hanako?"
Feeling a little bit flustered, I open my legs a bit and let him wash them though I quickly cover up my intimate area with one of my hands when he approaches my inner thighs. He moves on to my tummy and sides without breaking stride, but pauses for a moment when he gets near my chest. Then he gently tucks my chin up with his finger.
"Hisao..."
My voice is cut off when a shower of kisses descends on my left cheek and neckline. I'm so distracted by this that I barely notice how his hands are massaging my breasts, covering them with soap. Not content with just that, his hands proceed to carress my chest, first tracing my breasts with his fingertips, then holding them in the palm of his hands before fondling them and kneading them, his fingers feverishly stroking my nipples.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
Encouraged by my restrained moan, he slowly, but steadily moves his hand downwards. He has almost reached my private area when I suddenly think of something and quickly grab his hand.
"W-Wait!"
"You... eh... don't want me to...?"
"There's... uh... s-soap on your hands..."
Soap I'd rather not accidentally have forced inside me.
"Oh... right."
He moves away, takes the showerhead that I used to clean him, turns on the faucet and washes the soap off his hands. Then he kneels behind me again and hugs me once more, softly kneading my breasts for a second time.
Now his hands are covered in soap again.
"Uh... Hisao?"
I hear him chuckle.
"Yeah, I know. Maybe I should simply do it without using my hands."
Huh?