There's paint splattered on Rin's feet. There are bits of blue on her instep and half-way up her calf. Splatters of white along the outside of her left foot. Some red and yellow here and there too.
 
"Are you sure you got some of the paint on the canvas?" I ask, teasingly, as I undo her overalls and help ease the straps off her shoulders.
 
Rin shrugs as the denim garment falls to the floor. "Enough of it did," she says. "Enough to finish the painting, at least."
 
I undo the buttons on her blouse, and she shrugs that off as well, standing before me carelessly, dressed only in bra and panties. Blue with white stripes today. Girlish, cute, and classic. "That's good," I say, as she turns around so I can unclip her bra. "Do you think it's going to sell?"
 
Rin shrugs again, both in response to my question and to help me get the bra off her shoulders. "Doesn't matter. It's done, is what's important."
 
"I suppose so," I say, easing her panties off her hips. She lifts one foot, then the other, so that she can step out of the blue-and-white striped garments. "Shall we?"
 
"Sure. Scrub my feet for me?"
 
"If you want, yeah."
 
-----
 
Rin yawns a bit as I sit with her foot in my lap, using a rough washcloth to scrub the paint off her feet. Some of it is really caked on, and I'm not sure how I'll get the bits out that have gotten under her toenails.
 
I steal a glance over at my girlfriend, seated carelessly on the edge of the bathtub. Her body's filled out a bit in the year that I've known her: probably because she's been actually eating regular meals with me, rather than her high-school habits of skipping dinner or lunch at times in favor of more painting. Her breasts have filled out a bit, and her old, skinny appearance has fleshed out some into softness. It's a nice sight.
 
"You're being a pervert again," Rin says. "Staring at my breasts."
 
"Not just your breasts," I admit. "All of you."
 
"Good." Rin says. She lifts her other foot and runs it up my shin towards my crotch.
 
I laugh and slap it away. "Let me finish washing your feet first. Otherwise I'm going to get dried paint rubbing off on awkward places."
 
"That would be fun. I wonder what it would look like if it were blue? With white polka dots?"
 
". . . please don't paint my dick blue."
 
"Pity. It would be very avant-garde."
 
I finish scrubbing her left foot, then move on to the other one.
 
-----
 
"bibblblblblblblblblblbl. . ."
 
We're sitting in the tub together, with her backside to my frontside, her mouth just below the surface of the water, and she's blowing bubbles.
 
"bibllblblblblblblblblblblblb. . ."
 
"Is that fun?" I ask.
 
"Not really," Rin admits. "But it's something to do."
 
I reach my arms around her waist and embrace her closely. She's warm, and soft, and wet, and she leans back against me and closes her eyes.
 
A few minutes later, I hear her start snoring.
 
I smile fondly and let her continues to nap as I enjoy the warmth of the bath and my girlfriend.
 
-----
 
It's surprising how expensive good towels can be. This, however, was worth it.
 
Rin sighs happily as I dry her off with a massive, fluffy white towel. The feel of the warm, soft cotton against her skin must feel lovely.
 
She turns around a bit and moves so that I can dry her off all over. Maybe I linger a bit too much on her chest and rear end. If I do, she doesn't seem to care.
 
I take her favorite bathrobe off its peg and I'm about to help her into it when she shakes her head. "Not right now," she says.
 
I get the message. I finish drying myself off, then I pick her up in my arms like a princess and carry her to the bedroom.
 
-----
 
She falls onto the sheets with a squeak and a thump. Her auburn hair, still damp from the bath, frames her round, cute face like a flame.
 
Her eyes close, and she turns her face aside, but she parts her legs for me. I get the message and drop to my knees by the side of the bed, lowering my face between her legs.
 
She lets out a little gasp as my lips touch, and then a sigh of pleasure as my tongue gently runs along the edges of her pink folds.
 
She arches her back hard, and I get to work.
 
-----
 
Her teeth dig into my shoulder as I thrust into her. Her short arms rest against my upper shoulders as her legs wrap around my waist.
 
For a moment, I feel a tinge of sadness. I wonder what her hands would be doing. Would she be caressing my hair? Wrapping her arms around my neck? Running them up and down my back?
 
She is warm about me. Warm and wet and tight.
 
I warn her between gasps as I draw close. Rin nods her assent, and her legs wrap tightly around me.
 
When I climax, I do so inside of her, deep and warm, as close as possible.
 
Her eyes are dreamy as we pull away. She looks down at her body, at the fluids leaking from her body, and she rubs her thighs together, as if willing that little piece of me to stay inside.
 
I finish wiping myself off with a tissue, then do the same for her.
 
We sleep that night naked, my arms wrapped around her, and her head resting on my shoulder.
 
Before sleep overtakes me, though, I hear her sleepy voice asking me. . .
 
"Is this it?" she asks me again, as she has every night.
 
"Yeah," I reply, hugging her tightly. "You're not alone."
 
And then she sleeps.