Jenna is my oldest and best friend. She is not my girlfriend, but a girl who is my friend. We have never had any romantic interest with each other, but we are close enough to be each other’s best confidant. I have had girlfriends and she has had boyfriends who were uncomfortable with our closeness. Tough for them. You don’t throw off a friendship like ours so easily.
So, when we were both 17, Jenna was in a bad accident. She got smashed up pretty bad, but after two weeks came home from the hospital. But both arms were in heavy casts, so she could do next to nothing for herself. I would go to visit most every day.
This one day she is on her bed wearing her brother’s old pajamas. The arms of the top are cut off so she can get it on over her casts. Only her mother was home with us, and she had an errand to run. She asked me to stay and look after Jenna. I said sure.
Around lunch time, Jenna was getting hungry and wanted to go down to the kitchen to eat. She said I would have to spoon-feed her. Sounded like fun. Then I added, “Why don’t I serve you lunch in bed.” She laughed and said OK. She said her mom had some homemade vegetable soup for her and that is what she wanted. So I warmed up the soup, place some in a bowl, found a tray and brought it up to her. I still don’t know how I managed to spill the soup all over her.
Fortunately the soup was not that hot, but Jenna was soaked through – both the pajama tops and bottoms. I apologized and started to try to clean her up. She told me she would have to change pj’s and I would have to help her. I said, “But then I will see you. . . .” Jenna interrupted, “I know. You will see me naked. But the jammies are soaked through and it is starting to feel cold.”
Jenna and I have seen each other naked before. The first time is when we were bathed together at about 3 years old. The last time was when we played doctor at the age of 6. I suggested waiting for her mother, but the spilled soup was just too wet and too cold.
I kept apologizing as I unbuttoned the top. Jenna said not to apologize, and just get it over with. The top came off as I tried to look the other way. Now for the bottoms. Jenna took a deep breath and said to just yank them off. I did, and tripped over something since I had my eyes closed. “I know this is embarrassing for both of us,” she said. “But you just are going to have to watch what you are doing. Go get a washcloth and wash the soup off me.”
I told Jenna that I really was not enjoying this, as I cleaned the soup from her chest. “Just what a girl wants to hear when a guy is looking at her boobs,” she joked giving a forced laugh. “Sorry, bad joke. I thought making light of this will make it go easier.”
I cleaned off her belly and then stopped. “You got a little on my legs and. . . .” I offered to look away, but Jenna was afraid I might poke her in a sensitive area. “I’ll make this up to you,” I nervously offered. “If that means you are going to let me see you naked,” she replied seriously, “please don’t.”
Jenna mentioned it could have been worse. “I could have needed to go to the bathroom,” she joked. Then she added, “It just got worse. I really have to pee.” “Can’t you hold it in?” “I have been holding it in for the past hour.” “You need my help?” “Just to clean me off when I’m done.” “I don’t’ think I can do that.” “I don’t think I can either since I can’t move my arms. I will tell you what to do.” Sure, that makes it easy.
So Jenna runs to the toilet naked except for her arm casts, because it would take too long to put on new pajamas and she is about to explode. After a long pee, she asks me to come in, take a piece of toilet paper. . . . You know.
So she goes back to bed while I wash up. She tells me to take a pair of blue pajamas and to help her dress. Noticing how I am walking she asks, “Have you got a boner?” I admit I did and apologized as I unfolded the clean pajamas. “At least you get to cover your parts,” she says.
Within two minutes it is over. But this time we are both beet red. “If you tell me you are just as embarrassed as I am, I’ll kill you,” she said. We both laughed, but we knew it would take a while to get over this experience.
I was spoon-feeding Jenna her soup in the kitchen when her mom came home. “Did you change your pajamas?,” she asked? Jenna told her what happened. Her mom looked at me and said, “You lucky guy.”
Jenna soon got her casts removed. We went out to celebrate with my girlfriend girlfriend and her boyfriend boyfriend, telling the story. I told my girlfriend I wish she would have been there to spare us the embarrassment. She replied, “If I was there I would have just sat back and watched the fun.” Jenna’s boyfriend stated, “Dude, you helped her on the john? Ewww! I wouldn’t even do that!”
All is good now.