Fay wants to groom Peter too!

I stood, rooted in place, unable to take a step, speak a word, or even blink. 

With Fay clad in the elegant and decorative material of the kimono, I suddenly found a new love for things that came from Japan. 

'Now that I think about it, it's not even a kimono but something closer to… Haori?' I thought, racking my brains for the proper name of this Japanese clothing type. 

'Or it's just a cloth made with the idea of taking something cute from Japan and making it sexy enough to work on a Western market,' I thought when I realized that it was the most likely scenario. 

Yet, this realization came at a cost of several seconds worth of staring wide-eyed at Fay. And by doing so, I couldn't help but notice that all the tens if not hundreds of small dings that decorated the cloth… were actually the only elements that kept the outfit together. 

Or, in other words, as long as I grabbed at the set of several small belts and just pulled… Fay's new costume would simply fall apart, sliding down her arms as if nothing would hold it together anymore. 

'I guess that's why those two were so keen to have me buy this…' I thought, finally realizing the devious genius of those two clerks who interrogated me with some CIA magic tricks back at the shop. 

"How's Fay…" Fay spoke softly, her voice barely loud enough for me to hear it. "How do I look?" she then asked again, this time in a proper form, forcing me to recall her reaction from when I entered… Also consisted of a language of a higher level that I've heard her use before. 

Even with Fay asking, I still struggled to even regain my breath, too shocked and charmed to utter a single word. And as this poor girl stood in silence, her cheeks grew redder and redder while her eyes were starting to get moist…

'Shit!'

Before I could think about what I was doing, I took three steps forward and reached out, grabbing Fay by her waist and pushing her against the wall, just one step further in the direction of my charge. I didn't stop walking all the way until my body pressed again Fay's, pinning her between my chest and the cold, concrete wall. 

My fingers sank into the soft fabric of the outfit and then into the delicate skin of Fay's waist as I heavily breathed right over her head. 

"You are…" I attempted to get some words out, using my changed position to look above Fay's head and thus avoid her charm, even if only for a bit. 

I shook my head and took another deep breath. 

"I know of no words in my language that could accurately describe how adorable, cute, and sexy you are," I finally managed to speak out, allowing my voice to betray my inner thoughts. 

Even though in my position I couldn't see Fay's face, I could somehow tell that her blush grew only stronger… While my fingers latched onto her waist even tighter as I fought off an immense desire to just shove her onto the bed, tear the wraps that held her outfit together off, and then savor the taste of her beauty. 

This desire of mine only grew stronger when I suddenly realized I was breathing in Fay's scent, pressing myself against her and holding her against the wall, with no way for the girl to escape. 

'Shit, I'm going to lose my mind for real at this rate!' A desperate call of my reason broke through the sea of lust in my mind, allowing me to momentarily take the reins of my body and take a step back. 

Freed from the comfort of intimate closeness to the girl, I could once again think straight… Or rather, I could think straight for the extremely short moment before I once again saw Fay violently blushing and looking down with a strangely happy smile all over her sweet lips. 

"You know…" Still embarrassed all over, Fay spoke out while raising her eyes up while at the same time lowering her head just a bit more… And giving me one hell of an adorable look of her upturned eyes. And with the storm of her perfectly white hair dancing all around her head, she appeared like some sort of a goddess, a divine deity that no human was worthy to gaze upon. 

Fay gulped her saliva down and lowered her eyes, unable to voice her thoughts while looking at my face. 

"You know, Peter groomed Fay, even though Fay did nothing," she spoke with her lovable, soft voice that was like a massage to my soul and an orgasm for my ears. A voice so soothing I could feel all my worries and anxieties evaporating under the power of innocence in it. 

Fay's expression intensified along with her blush before she braved her own anxiety and embarrassment to raise her eyes to my face again. Yet, even though she wore her heart on a sleeve and I usually could read her expressions with ease… Right now, there were simply too many conflicting emotions in her eyes for me to figure out what was going on through that cute head of hers. 

"Fay can't do much," she spoke, lowering her head and grasping her hands into fists. "But Fay wants to, at least, groom Peter too!" 

Once again, my breath was taken away from me. Fay managed to put me in a stunned state yet again, and just with a few words at that. 

The desire to pin her down on the bed and ravage her body ignited in my loins again. Only with the utmost effort of my will have I managed to keep still instead of pouncing on her right away. 

I had to get away. Get away as fast as I could, before this damned foxy, born temptress, would erode the last bit of my self-control. 

"I will go fetch the water, then," I spoke, jumping on the opportunity to turn around and leave for the bath. 

Did she want to groom me? After the last time, I could safely assume it meant washing my hair, something I was still considered myself capable of enduring.

In the end, a grooming session sounded a lot more reasonable than being forced to watch her skedaddle around in this damn revealing outfit, constantly tempting me with the short peeks at her thighs!

Yet, by the time I got to the bathroom and positioned the basin in the one place where the water fountain that my ripped shower battery turned to would spit the water out, I realized something pretty damn important. 

'She looked like she wanted to say something, something that she would struggle to say out loud,' I thought, recalling the kind of face Fay made when I turned around and left for the bath. 

Thankfully, even after all this tempting, by the time I returned to the room while dragging the water-filled basin along, Fay's expression turned back to normal while she tapped at the bed, indicating she wanted me to get in the exact same position she was in when I washed her hair. 

"Since you want to pay me back, I have no other choice but to take you up on your offer," I spoke, lying down on my back with my head right by the edge of the bed. 

And just like that, without another word appearing between the two of us, Fay started this reverse grooming session. Soon, her delicate fingers started to rub some sort of shampoo into the scalp of my head with a gentle, rubbing motion. Then, she lightly brushed my hair and she proceeded to wash it with the warm water I brought. 

Bit by bit, my body relaxed, powerless against the gentle, affectionate even, caressing. And before I could even realize it, I pretty much started to doze off, too relaxed by the grooming to stay awake…

Only for my mind to scream out in alarm when a strangely comfortable, warm weight pinned my hips down to the bed. 

Forced awake, I opened my eyes… Only to see Fay mounting my hips while leaning forward directly over my face. 

"What are you…"

"Fay only washed Peter's hair!" she protested with a look of dejection mixing with excitement on her face. And then, with a flash of a mischievous smile, she leaned even further down only to put the tip of her tongue at the bottom of my chin and then drag her mouth up, leaving a slimy trail of her saliva going from my chin, across my lips, up the bridge of my nose and ending with a short, gentle kiss that Fay left right in the middle of my forehead. 

Unable to speak a word, I simply watched in shocked silence as Fay pulled herself back and graced me with a lovely and strangely intense smile. 

"Fay's grooming begins now!"