Free 56 Days (Black) by Nicole Hildreth

down my cheek.  He showed me affection.  It didn’t feel like dirty sex.  It felt like… making love.  I wanted to give this to him.
    He moaned louder, his breath getting choppier.
    “Elsa, I’m close… so you should stop.”
    I slid him out of my mouth and stood, focu sing my energy on him finishing (by my hand).  I wasn’t big on swallowing.  Besides, what a better place than a shower for this to happen?
    He leaned in and pressed his hands to the sides of my face, kissing my lips gently.  I stroked him slowly as he breathed heavily into my mouth.
    After a minute or so, his body froze as a pool of warm liquid surged between us.
    “Oh, God, I’m so sorry, honey,” he said.  “I… I…”
    I cut him off.  “Jack.  Stop.  I gave you a hand job.  It’s not like I don’t know what happens when girls give hand jobs, right?  Besides,” I said, kissing his neck, “you look so hot when you come.”
    He looked embarrassed, turning me towards the water and squeezing soap into his hands.  He lathered my body, removing all traces of him.
    When I was rinsed, he turned me again, pressing my back up against the tile wall.  He slid his hand down my stomach, cupping between my legs.  He pushed one finger in slowly, getting me used to the sensation.  After a minute, he added another finger.  This time, he made short work of making me reach orgasm, his hand working inside vigorously.  His thumb pressed up against my pubic bone, practically lifting me up with his grip. 
    Whoa.  
    I was embarrass ing myself, clutching one hand around his neck, the other gripping at the wet tile, trying to find purchase.
    I screamed loudly.  God, let’s hope no one calls security.   I let out this strange, low feral growl as I felt my insides turning out.  Was I going to pee?   I had gone to the bathroom already.  The last thing I needed to do was embarrass myself by peeing on him.
    “Oh, God, Jack… stop… I have to pee.”
    “Elsa, you’re just going to come.  That’s what that is.  Relax.”
    He continued his movements, his fingers rapidly tugging inside of my body.  I thought I would pass out.  My eyes were filled with tears, my head was hot… and there it was again, the peeing thing!  Well, fuck it; he said I was going to come, so… if I peed on him, that was his problem.  I had already warned him.
    I screamed again, feeling a slow flow of liquid leave my body as he increased momentum.  When he lightly pressed my abdomen, more came out.  I studied the floor of the tub.  It ran clear, but mixed with the water, I couldn’t say.
    “ Did I just pee on you?”
    Jack laughed loudly and pressed his lips to my neck. 
    “No, honey, that happens sometimes with girls.  It definitely doesn’t happen to all girls for sure.  You’re just lucky, I guess.  It happens more frequently when you use your hand… or if it’s a little rough.  It’s not likely to happen during regular sex.  Maybe I was too rough with you… did it hurt?”
    “ Who are you?  Dr. Oz?  How would you know that?”
    “I …”
    “Seriously, how do you know that?  That’s not something you see on the Discovery Channel.”
    He turned off the knobs of the shower and reached for a towel, wrapping me up in it and lifting me from the tub.  He set me down on the soft bath mat.
    “Well, it happened to one of my o ld girlfriends about ten years ago and she thought she had a spastic bladder or something.  She was so embarrassed.  Honestly, I was a little freaked out too.  Anyway, it happened a few more times and she finally went to the doctor.”
    He smiled and kicked at an imaginary rock on the floor.
    “The doctor was very nice and explained it as female ejaculation.  Since there is a different outcome than with a ‘normal’ female orgasm, it just freaked her out.  The doctor said that she should count her lucky stars that she had a boyfriend that could make that happen,” he said, giving a short chuckle.
    “I blacked out