Precious Memories: Part 4 (Reader Release) (Patreon)

Not content to see me sitting Carol lays me down on the long sofa, my head and shoulders cushioned among the pillows, then pulls a dense and amazingly soft knitted blanket over my body. My cooling tea sits in arm’s reach on an end table off to my left. While she busies herself with something I cannot see I stare at the remote control device beside my mug of tea then look to the television. Even though I had no memories these things felt strange and out of place. The sofa, the shelves, the kettle, most of the stuff around me I had a sense that these were normal things despite not having direct memories of them. But the remote, the television, the little glass rectangle Carol called her phone that she looked at as if it were a book left me perplexed. They felt so foreign to me. Where ever I had come from I don’t think we had these kind of things.

Carol pulls the coffee table away from the front of the sofa then puts a chair in its place so she could sit over me face to face. Moving things around had heated her up so, before sitting down, she peels off her sweater to reveal a snug fitting white tank top beneath…with nothing under it. The top was thick enough not to be see through or anything like that but the tight fit hugged her free hanging breasts and impressively toned tummy enough that my imagination didn’t have to do much to fill in the blanks. During the split second her sweater is over her head my eyes bulge as I openly gawk at the well defined shape of her big tits and the enticing peek of midriff.

Too late I tear my eyes from her buxom body. As her head pops into view I see the exact moment that she notices me ogling her. My head snaps to the side and my cheeks warm with an intense blush. The heat is more than skin deep as it stabs into my very soul. What I am filled with is not simply embarrassment, it is shame.

“Hey.” She says with a soft laugh, her hand resting on my chest. “It’s okay, Lionel. You’re a young man with perfectly natural urges.” Her other hand strokes my hair. “I would have been a bit disappointed if you hadn’t snuck a peek. It’s nice to know I still got it.”

Shaking my head and closing my eyes I whisper. “It’s not right. I’m sorry.”

“Not right?” She says, brows furrowing. “Who says it’s not right? Lionel. Look at me.” Cupping my cheek she turns my head to face her. “Please look.” Reluctantly I open my eyes to gaze up into her eyes. Her angelic smile beaming down on me she says. “It’s okay. Really.” She holds my gaze for a long moment until I finally relax. Playing with my hair she asks. “That was quite a reaction. In my experience shame like that doesn’t come naturally, it is taught from early on. I saw it a lot over in Japan. Did looking at me bring back memories?”

“I…don’t know.” I answer, struggling to find a pattern among the eddies in my mind. “For a second there I felt ashamed. Like I’d done something wrong. Like…” All at once I am buffeted by intense feelings of shame and pain, I hear the snap of leather and a woman’s voice screeching at me about sin and hell and damnation! ‘…whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery…’ “Hah!” With a wince I hiss and shake my head. “I’ll be punished! Wrong!”

“No! No, baby. Shhh.” She strokes my chest, soothing the building anxiety. “Easy, Lionel. Easy. Come here, you.” She pulls me into a hug, her warm, soft body pressed down into mine as she holds me tight. “I’m here. Shhh. I’m right here.”

“Hah!” I seize up a moment in her arms, the embrace triggering instincts in me to flee and hide and punish myself until my attraction to her went away. And yet, it felt so nice. So very, very nice. That comforting vanilla laced aroma, her strong arms holding me like by the side of the highway, her gentle voice, her soft body…it was the nicest place I’d ever been. Gradually I give myself over to it and melt into her. Before I knew it my head rested on her shoulder as I press back into her, soaking up her affection as if I was starved for it. “Mmm!”

“It’s okay, baby. I got you.” She kisses my head and pets my hair. “Shhhh. There’s no punishment here, Lionel. Okay? Nobody is going to hurt you here.”

“Okay.” I nod.

“You are safe. You are welcome. You are loved.” She says softly, her breath warm against my ear. “Everything must be so scary right now. It’s okay.” Laying me back down again she straightens my blanket and leaves her hand on my heart. “You aren’t alone, Lionel. I am going to help you through this.”

“Thank you.” I whisper as the maelstrom of unexpected emotions settle. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You did nothing wrong. Noticing a woman is nothing to be ashamed of.” She assures me, that heart-melting smile returning. “Just between you and me, I liked it.”

“You…did?”

“Mm.” With a wink she says. “You can look anytime you want.”

“Oh.” My eyes drift down, just for a second, then dart back up again.

“Heh! There’s that blush again. I’m a bit of an attention junkie if you haven’t noticed. Especially from handsome young studs.” She pinches my cheek. “Though you should probably learn to be a bit more sneaky with it when you’re out in the world.” Taking my bandaged hand she lays it over her thigh and rests her hand over mine. “There is nothing shameful about physical attraction, Lionel. Between consenting adults it is healthy and it is natural and it is wonderful.”

Her words sounded foreign to my ear, and it had nothing to do with the language being spoken. These were things to be kept locked away. Yet Carol spoke with an airy freedom. Eventually I nod my understanding and relax a bit more. How I wished my bandages allowed me to feel that soft thigh beneath it.

Carol leans back in her chair, pleased to see my tension ease. With a stretch that I swear was meant to draw my eye to her hourglass body she says. “Besides, we’re going to have to get comfortable around each other pretty quick. I don’t have an extra room so you’ll be sleeping right here. And with these hands the way they are I’m going to have to help you with a lot more than just eating and sipping tea for awhile.” She giggles at the return of my blush and lifts my hand to kiss it, then returns it to her lap. “Don’t worry. I’ve seen it and touched it all before. More times than I care to admit.” Her eyes flit to the shelves. “In my old life I had a new boy or lady almost every night.” Looking back at me she leans closer again and caresses my cheek. “Though none like you, Lionel.”

“Almost every night?”

“Mm.” She runs a thumb across my lips. “Fame had its rewards. And as I said, I have more love to give than most women.” With a carefree laugh she sits tall and returns my hand to my side. “Don’t worry. I didn’t lure you here to have my way with you.” Patting my chest she says. “You just rest. Would you like a sip of tea? Are you hungry? Want the television on? I have an amazing tub, I could draw you a bath if you want.”

“A bath?”

Mistaking my question for a request she smirks. “Oh, I see!” She giggles. “Straight for the bath, huh? You rascal. There is a lion behind that adorable blush after all.” Leaning over me, this time so close her breasts brush my chin, she kisses my head. “Anything for my handsome patient. You sit tight and I’ll have that bath ready in no time.”

As she rises I say. “Wait!”

“Mm?”

I stare up at her, mouth open to tell her that I hadn’t asked for a bath…before I close my mouth again. Glancing up and down her voluptuous body I ask. “You’re…going to touch me?”

Stepping back to me she runs her fingers through my hair as she gazes down at me. “Only if you let me.”

I swallow hard and ask in a voice of complete innocence. “It’s not a sin?”

“A sin?” Her face full of caring sympathy she answers. “No, baby. It’s not a sin.”

Part 5