Chapter 138A Touch that Wanders

Nuru had put the towels and the clothes on the desk while she was putting some books back to make more room for me. My thoughts were racing around the situation. I wanted to dry Hitori and put clean dry clothes on him to keep him warm. There were several options but I wasn't to happy about most of them.

But it felt wrong to let Nuru do that. Even if he was unconscious, it wasn't right to just let her undress him and see him naked. He would be wet through and through, he'd been in the rain for long enough.

My sight was still completely gone, the black filled with details filled in by my other senses. There was an idea creeping in that would make it proper, in my mind, to help Hitori and myself.

"Nuru, could you put clothes for Hitori and I, spread out on the desk? With the towels next to them?"

She must have smiled. "Yes, Miss Amy."

A rustle of the clothes as she picked them apart and spread them out on the desk. I hoped she would make it easy for me, so I could feel what it was and how I should use it. Maybe she already understood my thoughts.

"Come, Let me show you." Nuru guided me to the desk.

There was a T-shirt and boxer like underwear for both of us. No other clothing. The towels were folded neatly in front of them, so they would be easy to reach. Nuru guided me from the desk to the bed and back, helping me to get my bearings.

"Thank you. Nuru, could you leave the room?"

She giggled. "Yes, Miss Amy."

I heard the sound of her footsteps toward the door, the opening of the door and the closing. When I focussed I only heard my own and Hitori's heartbeat in here. We were alone. I sincerely hoped Hitori would forgive me for this.

Slowly, I removed his clothes, taking extra care not to tear or force anything. His long shirt and the shirt below were easy enough after I held him in a sitting position. Using the first of the towels I dried him of carefully and let him lay back. Then the harder part, fumbling with the button on his pants to undo them. It was surprisingly hard without being able to see... Or experience.

I blushed.

Getting a grip on myself again I undid his pants and pulled them down. I realized I should have removed his shoes and socks first but it wasn't too late yet. His shoes were easy enough and so were his socks, his pants following soon after. All he was wearing was a boxer like thing. It was soaked.

With hesitation I pulled it down as evenly as I could, not coming near anything I didn't want to touch. I dried his legs and feet well with the towel but only lightly drying that one area I wished to avoid. I wasn't sure if it was just out of respect or if it was largely my shame. The underside of his legs was easily done and soon I was quite satisfied.

Time to dress him, picking up the shirt I, with some trouble, pulled it on his arms and over his head. My hand brushed along something I couldn't quite place, it was best not to think on it. The boxer was easy enough as soon as I laid his legs parallel next to each other. He felt dry and a bit warmer now, his breathing had been slightly erratic when I moved him, but now it was alright.

Gently I lifted him and carried him, step by step, to the bed. Three steps and a gentle feel with my foot ensured me I was standing right. The sheets were pulled aside so it was easy to simply put him in bed and pull the sheets over him. Now for myself.

Handing everything over the chair, I undressed easily. It almost surprised me it was almost no effort to do so without vision. After a few tries, misjudging the distance slightly, I also got hold of the towel. I stood very still for a moment as I just realized I was standing naked before Hitori. If he opened his eyes and looked left he would see me. And I would never know.

I froze and listened. His breathing was as it was before, regular and calm. I hoped he was still asleep.

My hands started to move again, dragging the towel over my body to dry me. Soon my movements were more natural again, drying my hair and my chest without thinking. I finished up as best I could, feeling a lot better now that my skin was no longer covered by water.

Fumbling a little bit with the shirt, to get it up right, I pulled it over my head and pulled on the shorts immediately after. This would do.

Like a thief in the night I snuck into bed next to him, touching him as little as possible. I pulled the blanket right over both of us and felt the cold that still held him. It surprised me that I was warmer. I snuggled closer to give him as much of my warmth as I could and decided I was done.

Despite everything, I was glad that I made it.

It was funny. It took me quite a few moments until I realized I was in bed with Hitori, holding him! A blush started at the very tips of my toes and rushed it's way upward, through my chest, to my face. It was a little like holding Khuna, but I was so much more aware of the shape of my body. How it pressed against him more in some places, less in others.

A soft knock on the door, draggin my attention away from my blush with force.

"Miss Amy, can I come back in?"