The Training of Jeff Stintum Ch. 21

Chapter 21: The Safe Word

At 5:45 am, Sarah's alarm went off, and the sound of rustling trees and cooing windchimes filled the bedroom air. Jeff had been lying awake on his side under Sarah's arm and leg for hours, drawn into a trance by her steadily working heart and lungs. He had reached an almost zen-like state, with his eyes and mouth half-open, when he heard the alarm. Normally he would have been startled by the sudden sound, but her alarm was so peaceful and organic that he hardly reacted at all.

Sarah responded to it immediately. Her big arm still hugging Jeff tightly to her bosom, she reached her other arm over his body to the nightstand and plucked her phone up, turning the alarm off with a swipe of her finger. Jeff vaguely realized that from his position, even though he was closer to the nightstand, there was no way he could have reached the phone without moving his entire body closer. But of course it had been so easy for Sarah.

*Gulp Gulp Gulp*

He was startled by the sudden sound of her throat working. Apparently Sarah had retrieved her water glass with the same hand and was now downing its entire contents. He blinked slowly in the dark, listening to Sarah as finished gulping and set her glass back down...now she was messing around on her phone.

He felt her utter a sleepy chortle and his body shook along with hers. Apparently she had read something amusing. She brought her phone closer to Jeff's body so that she could use both hands to type out some kind of message. Was she actually texting this early? Sarah propped herself up on her right elbow to get into a better texting position, and Jeff's vision was suddenly obscured by her arm as the entire bed creaked and groaned. Laying on his side, with Sarah's arm in his face, Jeff could hear her thumbs working quickly somewhere behind his right ear.

*tiptiptiptiptiptitptiptiptip*

'She sure types fast,' Jeff thought. His dick woke up, as if responding to the soft mating call of her thumbs against her smartphone screen, but Jeff was far too zoned out to care. He just wondered who Sarah could be texting so early in the morning. After a few minutes of nearly continuous texting, his curiosity grew stronger. Was she really texting the same person all these words? It had to be more than one person...what could she be saying?

But almost as soon as he felt like mustering up the courage to ask her, Sarah heaved a huge sigh, reached back over his body, and deposited her phone back on the nightstand.

'Good, more cuddling,' Jeff thought happily, but Sarah was already on the move. She had moved her arm and leg off Jeff and had swung her body around to the edge of the bed, where she sat still for a few moments. Jeff could see her massive silhouette through the bedroom darkness, a huge black shape in contrast to the slightly lighter shade of black that was beginning to emanate from behind her bedroom blinds.

Jeff watched her, thoroughly absorbed. He felt almost like he was seeing something private, something he shouldn't see. Just like she had sat on the toilet a few hours before, Sarah's form was bent — her elbows were resting on her knees, and her head was bowed. Was she meditating? Praying? Sarah didn't really seem like the praying type...but...if not that...then what was she doing? Minutes passed, and still she didn't move. Jeff was having to make an extra effort not to give away that he wasn't asleep, and that he was in fact witnessing this...this...whatever this was.

Right before he started to wonder whether she had fallen back asleep, she heaved another sigh — not in frustration, or reluctance, or exhaustion...just...a sigh — and stood up, walked to the bathroom, switched the light on, and closed the door. Almost immediately, Jeff heard the sound of the faucet, soon followed by the sudden spray of the shower. He heard the rustle of the shower curtain and the lightness of the spraying shower transition to the more halted and heavier sound of the water hitting her skin and hair and beading down onto the hard tub in fatter drops. Jeff wished that he could crutch himself into the bathroom, sit down in the tub, and just watch her shampoo her hair and rub soap all over her thick voluptuous body. What kind of soap and shampoo did she use, anyway? Whatever it was, it sure smelled great — sweet and musky — it smelled like her. Did she use a washcloth? No, probably a loofah, he thought. Sarah was definitely a loofah kind of girl.

He smiled to himself as he lay in the bed, listening to her shower. The sound was enormously comforting to him...he could almost see the sprays of water dance across her skin, and the long smooth mane of her blond hair swept back completely from her forehead, a slightly darker blond from being soaking wet, and reaching all the way to the middle of her back. He imagined her long, strong fingers working the shampoo into her hair in a white lather...and he thought suddenly of what it would look like if she made him cum in her hand, if she gave him a fast, merciless handjob and kept going, even after he had cum, working his seed into a creamy lather all around his huge purple cock.

He longed for her touch, and reached down reflexively to grab his thickening cock. His hand bumped into the sound, causing him to jump a bit in surprise, but almost as soon as he felt the odd inner sensation, he was enjoying how intense it was, and how deep it went. He stroked himself to the sound of Sarah showering, and within a minute he was almost to the point of cumming. How would it work, with the sound in there? He didn't care — peeing had worked just fine, and this was bound to be the same. He grit his teeth as he neared his orgasm.

But he suddenly remembered Sarah's face very close to his own as her hands held his like a little child's. He could hear her voice clearly, like ice. "Tomorrow," she had said, "I want you to collect your cum for me." He immediately stopped jerking himself off. How was he...?...He had nothing to collect his cum in. He looked around her bedroom; his eyes had been used to the darkness for hours now, and the pale blue light of the morning was starting to grow behind the blinds. He exhaled in frustration. The thought of disobeying her did not occur to him in this moment. He heard her voice continue: "I don't want any of it to go to waste." What had she meant by that? What had she meant by "waste?" What was she going to do with it?

Right then, Sarah switched off the shower. Jeff immediately took his hands off his dick and readjusted his body in the bed, laying his head straight down on the pillow and pulling the covers completely over his body to hide his erection. As he listened to the gentle swishing of Sarah drying herself off, he became aware of a scent to his right...her scent. The sandalwood musk tickled his nostrils, and without even thinking Jeff had sidled his body over to the smell so that he could bask in it — it almost felt like he was descending into a small valley, such was the indent that still remained from Sarah's huge body. Jeff pulled the covers over his shriveled body, ignoring the shooting pain in his right hip as he snuggled up happily in the crater of Sarah's presence.

For the next half-hour Jeff listened in fascination to the sound of Sarah getting ready. His ears pricked up eagerly, straining for all the sounds of her bathroom activities. He heard the sudden splashing of her pee again in the toilet and the whooshing as she flushed. He heard the *brushbrushbrushbrush* of her toothbrush, moving rapidly up and down and sideways in her mouth, punctuated by soft splats as she spat into the sink. He had been puzzled by the sound of a vigorous swishing, until he realized that she was rinsing her mouth rapidly with mouthwash...he immediately thought of her fast tongue, and her fast fingers...god, Sarah could sure move her parts fast when she wanted to. He heard nothing but the cry of her hairdryer for a while, which occasionally abated and was eventually replaced by the much milder, gentler, smoother sound of her drawing a brush over and over again through her hair.

Jeff had to close his eyes quickly as Sarah suddenly exited the bathroom, moving across her bedroom in long confident strides. She definitely seemed to have woken up. Jeff cracked his eyes open slightly as he watched her go over to her closet and open it up. She thumbed through her hanging clothes until her fingers alighted on what she was looking for and she pulled out a long elegant black dress that winked and sparkled mutedly in the early morning light. Sarah held it out in front of her for a moment, clearly contemplating. She nodded to herself and hung the dress back up.

Then she bent down and rummaged around her closet floor. The heavy sounds told Jeff that she was looking for...yes...shoes. He felt his heart start to quicken, although he didn't know why. Sarah suddenly stood up, and she was holding something long in her hand. Jeff strained to look...her back was to him, so he felt more comfortable opening his eyes completely. Was she holding...yes! She was holding what looked like a black heeled shoe...a platform heel. Even though he couldn't see it too clearly, he could see enough to tell that these weren't the smaller heels that she had been wearing the previous day. No...these were much higher. And what was that attached to them? It wasn't quite a boot extension...what was it? It looked like a whole mess of laces. Sarah grabbed the laces by their top and shook out the whole shoe, holding it out in front of her. Jeff could see it now — they were lace-up platform heels, the kind that tied around the calf muscles, like in the ancient gladiator style. Jeff was struggling to hold his cock at bay with both hands under the covers.

"Yep!" he heard Sarah say out loud to herself. He shivered in pleasure as his skin raised in tandem with his cock to attention in goosebumps. Her voice was just so...soft and gentle...but it was deep and rich too — Jeff couldn't help but think that her voice was a perfect match for her body and her personality. He wished he could smell her, but he wasn't about to give himself away. Sarah bent down to put the platform heel back and then reached for her light blue scrubs uniform and took it out. She turned and tossed it onto the bed as she crossed the room in a couple strides, walking over to her dresser. She opened the top drawer, got out a pair of panties, and stepped into them.

*Smack*

Sarah let the waistband strike her skin loudly. She looked into the mirror, her head almost reaching the top of it, and shimmied her hands down her otherwise-naked body. She rolled her hips in a fluid motion back and forth, back and forth, undulating in a way that almost seemed impossible. For as big as she was, she was indeed proportional, and she had such a command over the muscles in her hips and abdomen that she was able to make her entire pelvis curve and bend like an ocean wave. Jeff forgot about keeping his eyes half-shut as he stared stupidly at her rolling undulant dance.

After a few seconds, though, it was over, and Jeff shut his eyes tightly again as Sarah moved back to the bed, her hands behind her back as she put on her bra. He heard her chuckle. Had she seen him watching her? Did she know? Jeff thought it best to keep his eyes closed. After some more rustling she was back in her bathroom, but this time she left the door open. Ten minutes passed without any hint of sound and Jeff wondered what she could be doing. Five more minutes passed and his curiosity got the better of him — he just...he just had to interact with her. He got his crutches and slowly moved towards the open door.

"Oh hi Jeff — good morning!" said Sarah brightly without looking at him as he came into the bathroom. She was staring intently into the mirror as she applied bright red lipstick. Bent over the counter as she peered at her reflection, her shoulder was about even with the top of Jeff's head.

"Good...good morning," said Jeff awkwardly.

"You're up early!" she chirped, facing the mirror.

"You...you are too," said Jeff, wincing at the sound of his words.

Sarah chuckled. "No I'm not — I get up like this every day. Early for me is like 4 am — that was in the early stages of my program. Thank god that's over." Jeff didn't know what to say and just stood there, watching her applying her makeup.

"Had a good sleep?" she asked mildly, looking attentively into the mirror. Jeff glanced down and saw that she had on her flat hospital shoes, the same shoes that he had looked at weeks back in the waiting room. He remembered how his heart had sunk when he realized that Sarah really was that tall, even without the aid of heels. She had only seemed a few inches taller than him then...had she grown? No, it couldn't be — she was 21 — girls didn't grow when they were 21. He had probably just been bad at estimating her height.

"Uhhh...uh, yeah," Jeff lied. Sarah capped her lipstick, stood up to her full height, and faced him. Yes, even when she was in her flats, he was literally eye-level with her nipples, which he could see lightly poking through her clothing...were they really that hard? She looked down her breasts at him and gave him a bright smile.

"I'm sorry I had you incarcerated last night," she laughed as she brushed by him, talking over her shoulder as she walked out of the bathroom and bedroom and toward the kitchen. Jeff instinctively followed her. "I tend to get pretty cuddly when I'm going to sleep, no matter the size of the person I'm sleeping with." Jeff bristled a little at her words. Was she meaning to insult him? She had opened the fridge and had taken out a gallon of soy milk, an apple, a pear, and two ripened bananas. She tossed them on the counter and disappeared into the pantry, emerging with a jar of peanut butter and a tub of protein powder.

"But you know, don't worry about waking me up," she continued, as she poured the milk into a blender head and dumped in big spoonfuls of protein powder and peanut butter. She stopped what she was doing for a moment and looked at Jeff, momentarily concerned. "I hope you weren't trying to wake me up for too long."

"N-no, no!" lied Jeff again. Sarah smiled at his answer...she knew. She had to know; she could see right through him, he was sure.

"It's just, I've never been accused of being a heavy sleeper," she said with her tongue in her cheek as she peeled the bananas and tossed them into the blender. Jeff suddenly found himself wondering how many people Sarah had slept with. He had the sudden desire to ask her, but even he knew that such an abrupt question would come off as rude. He crutched himself a little closer to her. She had opened up a drawer and produced a knife that she held up in the morning light. The sun was starting to come up now, and a blood-red ray of new light was now shooting into the kitchen. It caught the knife, which for a moment appeared to gleam wickedly in Sarah's hand. Jeff stopped moving towards her, momentarily shocked by this display. Sarah noticed.

"Aha!" she growled humorously in a fake pirate's voice, brandishing the knife in his direction. "Not a step closer, matey, lest ye end up in me blender for breakfast!"

Jeff couldn't help but crack a little smile at Sarah's silly antics. She retained her smile as she bent down and smartly sliced up the apple, and then the pear, in short quick strokes, depositing the pieces all into the blender when she was done.

"And now...oops...forgot something," said Sarah, and she went back into the pantry and came out again holding a plastic bear filled with honey.

"Can't forget that little morning sweetness," she said, winking at Jeff as she squeezed the bear with her hand. Jeff realized she had put her rings and bracelets back on — her arm jingled as it milked the bear of its honey. Then she put the top on and blended the mixture all together loudly for a few moments.

"Although," she said thoughtfully, taking the blender top off and walking towards the cupboard, "I have had one guy tell me that I snored." She laughed as she reached into the cupboard for cups, bringing out a big one and one that was about half its size.

"You don't snore," said Jeff flatly, not being able to help himself as he flared a little internally. Who was this guy that Sarah was talking about?

Sarah smiled as she came back over to the blender and poured out the smoothie, filling her cup completely and then pouring the rest into Jeff's cup (for it was Jeff's, after all), filling it as well. There was a little left over and Sarah opened her mouth and threw her head back as she tipped the entire blender head to her mouth, quickly dispatching the remaining contents. She smacked her lips as she rinsed out the blender head and stuck it in the dishwasher.

"Mmmmm, nothing like a good morning smoothie, huh?" Jeff nodded, realizing that he couldn't recall the last time he had anything approaching a healthy breakfast.

"Well come on over, sir!" she said, beckoning him with her hand. He did, and once he was within three feet of her she bent down and reached both her hands under his shoulders, lifting him off the ground.

"S-sarah, w-wait, wait! I...uhhh," was all Jeff could say in protest as Sarah placed his butt on one of her hightop stools. She took his crutches one by one from his grasp with a single hand and leaned them up against the counter. She pushed the smaller glass over to him and held up her own.

"Well, cheers," she said, and again tipped her head back and drank deeply. Jeff brought the cup to his lips. The smoothie was a kind of light brown, and didn't look terribly appealing. But he took a small sip, knowing that Sarah would make him if he didn't. It actually tasted pretty good...rich and creamy and quite sweet...but the flavors and nutrients all felt like a little much for Jeff so early in the morning. He put his cup back down, only to have Sarah do the same. Except her cup was completely empty.

"Aaaaaahhh," she said contentedly, smiling down at him. "Always hits the spot. Protein, fiber, a nice combo of simple and complex carbs...perfect morning meal, don't you think?"

"It's...tasty," managed Jeff. He felt distracted by a thought that had been eating away at his mind for several minutes now.

"Sarah?" he asked suddenly.

"Yeah?" She was rinsing out her cup and putting it in the dishwasher.

"H-how many guys have you slept with?"

Sarah looked up at him sharply as she blinked quickly a few times. "Jeff!" she exclaimed. Her slightly raised voice cut through the early morning calm. She was annoyed. She put both of her hands on the counter and leaned inward towards him — her eyes narrowed as she looked at him piercingly. "Seriously?"

"Wh-what?" asked Jeff, panicking.

"You keep asking me that question," she said, the sharpness in her voice continuing as she shook her head slightly from side to side. "And I'm irritated that my answer hasn't been enough for you."

"B-but, S-S-sarah! I...I...uh...uhhh...aaaugghhck," choked Jeff, becoming totally overcome with terror as he felt his body seize. He had been completely unprepared for Sarah's edged reaction. Sweat sprouted on his brow as his face grew a deep red and he began hyperventilating.

Sarah looked at him for a half-second more with her pointed expression before she softened her face and stepped over to him, putting her arms around his body and hugging him close to her breasts. She was just as annoyed as she had been before, but even this little show of her feelings had completely broken him.

'He's even more fragile than I thought,' she said to herself privately as she comforted him. Now was not the time for this kind of conversation. She had to assuage him before she went off to work. Otherwise he might just lie there all day and not eat.

"Shhhhh, Jeff, shhhhhh," she whispered down to him. "Calm down — it's ok...it's ok. Sorry I snapped at you like that. It's, uh...it's early and everything, you know." She took his face in her hands and turned it up so that he was looking directly up at her.