Chapter 2: Building Tension
Isaac had never seen Ilhaam so weak and vulnerable. He had always admired her and, in all honesty, envied her too. They were both studying electrical engineering, but she was just a bit better: smarter, more analytical, and more focused on their coursework. If he wanted to be the top of their class, he had to take this slight advantage she had over him seriously.
But admiration and envy were all they ever had between them. They were on opposing sides, and there was never any room for anything else but healthy competition. Now, as he carried her into the bathroom, the gravity of the situation set in. Isaac was about to help his dear friend pee and poop. And to do so, she would be exposed to him. “Ilhaam, I’m going to bring you in the shower for this, ok?” Isaac said, so softly that she barely heard it.
Ilhaam slowly nodded, too exhausted to protest. Her breath hitched as Isaac removed her clothes and carefully placed her under the stream oft warm water. He took a washcloth and lathered it with some soap before gently washing her body. He worked his way down to her lower belly with a dedicating, lingering touch. She closed her eyes.
“Soap down there too, Isaac.” She instructed, a little mortified that she just had to ask him for it.
He gulped, and then lathered up the soap. With a steady hand, he washed her most intimate areas. She watched closely as he did, her breath hitching at his touch. He avoided her clit, knowing all too well that his resolve would crumble if he let himself touch it even for just a second.
"Stand up, Ilhaam," he ordered, trying to sound as confident and in control as he could. She obeyed, and he saw her legs tremble slightly. She hobbled, trying to relieve herself. Isaac turned the water off, and stripped his tee off, leaving him in only jeans. He took hold of ilhaam’s hand, and guided her down to sit on the shower floor. He cuddled her close, with her back on his muscular chest. “I know it hurts, beautiful. Let’s start with peeing, can you give me a push?” Isaac encouraged her, as he laid a hand on her bare stomach and applied pressure to her bladder.
She whimpered, pushing, and it finally started, a slow stream trickling down. “There you go, it’s alright,” Isaac crooned, still applying pressure as it flowed. “Good girl, that’s it.”
Ilhaam was dying from embarrassment but also from discomfort. She let the waves of shame cover her for the moment, deciding that it would be better to get it over with than to prolong her agony. She let out a deep breath, the feeling of relief finally started to sate the pain.
But she knew it was not over yet. She felt Isaac's arm gently wrap around her, his hand resting on her lower belly. He squeezed her gently, in a comforting manner, but she could not help but feel a different sensation. His touch sent tingles throughout her body, and she could not help but react.
"Fuck, Isaac," Ilhaam moaned, as she felt him applying gentle pressure on her bladder, encouraging her to empty herself completely. She tried to hide it, embarrassed by the flood of sensations running through her, but it was no use. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, as the stream of urine subsided. “Isaac…” she whispered. “Can…can you help me poop?” Ilhaam asked, her voice shaking. “I can’t do it myself.”
Isaac felt his heartbeat quicken. He was nervous, but he couldn’t deny the desire that was building up inside him. He had wanted Ilhaam for so long, but never expected he would get the chance to be this close to her. “I’ve got you, Ilhaam. We’re going to get through this together.”
He shifted his position and let his fingers gently trace the outline of her pussy lips.
Ilhaam shuddered, letting out a low moan. Isaac's cock throbbed at this reaction, but he held back, knowing that this moment was not about pleasure. This was to help his dear friend. He gently picked her up, and carried her over to the small toilet in the shower. Setting her on top of it, he wiped the sweat from Ilhaam’s forehead, and began to massage her belly in an effort to help her bowels move. “When you’re ready, can you give a little push for me?” Isaac asked her gently.
Ilhaam nodded, crying out softly as she exerted a slow, steady push. “Good girl,” Isaac encouraged her, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Here he was, helping his academic rival poop, and yet he couldn’t deny the arousal coursing through him. Seeing Ilhaam vulnerable, facing her fears of intimacy – it was a side of her he had never seen before, and he was utterly captivated.
With another push, Ilhaam felt a small, soft mass pass through her. As it plopped into the bowl, Isaac kept cooing softly to her and pushing firmly against her abdomen. “Good start, you’re doing so well. Another push for me?” Isaac’s lips brushed against her earlobe, “You’re doing so well.” Ilhaam was frustrated, and her breath was coming in short gasps. The fiery sensations within her body were all-consuming as Isaac continued massaging her lower belly. Suddenly, she felt a warm and wet surge, engulfing her. She wanted to cry in shame and pleasure, and just when she thought she couldn’t stay quiet any longer, Ilhaam made one more push, and her bowels emptied swiftly and smoothly. The exertion made her cry out in pain, as Isaac hugged her quivering body close. He could feel her small hands clutching his forearms for support, nails digging into the flesh. His fingers still rested on her now-relaxed belly. They both sat in silence as Ilhaam regained her breath. Isaac didn't want to push things and ask if she was ready to clean up. He just waited.
Finally, she whispered, "Isaac...can you help me clean up now?"
He felt his heart rate skyrocket at her request.
Isaac carefully picked Ilhaam up from the toilet, as her eyes remained closed, and she was still holding onto him. He took her back to the large rain showerhead, and she opened her eyes slightly as they entered it. He started rinsing away the evidence of what she had just gone through. A red blush crept up Ilhaam's fair cheeks, contrasting with the remnants of soap suds sliding down her body.
"Ilhaam," Isaac said her name reverently, tracing the curve of her shoulder with his thumb.
She was still trembling in his arms, her weakness now fueling a carnal hunger that he desperately needed to satiate. "Ilhaam, may I kiss you?"
Her brown eyes opened slowly, meeting his hazel gaze. "Yes, Isaac," she whispered.
His free hand reached up to gently brush a strand of short black hair from her face before he leaned in, covering her mouth with his own. His tongue explored every inch of her, inviting her to respond, and Ilhaam acquiesced in a heartbeat.
Their kiss deepened as Isaac’s hand slipped lower, tracing the downward curve of her spine before settling on the lush roundness of her ass.
Ilhaam moaned against him, their tongues dancing wildly in a frenzy of unleashed desire. Her hands snaked up to explore his muscular chest, alternating between playfully pinching his nipples and tracing the bulging lines of his abs.
Isaac growled in approval, lifting her up by her thighs, positioning her right above his throbbing cock.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and he held her up, his fingers digging into her soft backside. The two were face to face, her breasts pressed against his upper body. Isaac was primed for action, it would be all too easy to drop his pants and take Ilhaam’s virginity for himself. However, he hesitated. This was a girl that had been treated like property her whole life. What she truly needed was to be loved, cherished, and comforted.
Isaac might have nurtured a burning desire for her, but his attempts to bed Ilhaam would not be consummated that day.
Sex in itself would not end the world, but the act was a symbolic reclamation of her body. He couldn't force himself on her, not now. Not when she was at her weakest.
No, as much as he craved her, Isaac decided to take it slow. To let her confidence, her sexuality, and her trust blossom over time.
And with that carefully thought-out decision made, Isaac let go of her, and gently placed her down onto the bathroom floor. Still cradling her in his arms, he pinned her gently to the cold marble tiles. Isaac whispered to her, his breath dancing off her cheek. “Ilhaam, what can I do for you right now?” She looked up in surprise, then responded “I wanna get dried off…then get warm and get in bed?” Isaac smiled and helped her get out of the shower, carefully wrapping Ilhaam in a huge white towel, as she nestled a little closer to his body, a faint shiver running down her spine.
Holding the towel tightly with one hand, he opened the glass door, stepping out of the shower and ready to embrace their next steps towards intimacy.
He walked towards the large, beige vanity top, and pulled a drawer open using his free hand, gently placing a soft dotting cloth on the cool marble top.