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Archive name: wca.txt (teens, rom, 1st)
Authors name: Demarco (solace20@yahoo.com)
Story title : Wheelchair Amour

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Wheelchair Amour (teens, rom, 1st, mast)
by Demarco (solace20@yahoo.com)
Duely credited copying is permitted.

***

The girl next door takes on a babysitting job for her 
neighbors. Their son is the victim of an illness that has 
placed him in a wheel chair. She finds that she's quite 
attracted to him and one thing leads to another.

***

Hello, I'm Jennifer Phiepher. I should start out by 
telling you a bit about myself; I'm 5 feet tall (short), 
135 pounds, dark brown shoulder-length hair with deep 
brown eyes, and I'm 16 years old.

With that out of the way, let's get to the story. It was 
late on a Saturday; I was grounded unfairly by my parents 
and had to go baby-sit for my neighbors, John and Lisa's, 
kid. He was fourteen years old, but as Lisa explained, 
"he was put in a wheelchair by a brain aneurysm three 
years previously and just got home from the 
rehabilitation center," I could understand her over 
protectiveness, but I imagined her son didn't. 

I walked over to John and Lisa's house and entered, I 
could feel John looking at me, just like he did many 
times over the course of our living close by. Lisa gave 
John a quick "stop that!" glance that snapped him back to 
reality then she called her son into the room to meet me, 
"Oh Jason, come meet your baby-sitter for this evening." 

I heard a loud, frustrated voice reply, "I don't know 
what you're so fuckin worried about, it's not like I'll 
take a spin down the steps or something. Besides, and I'm 
too old for a baby-sitter." 

Lisa looked at me apologetically, "I'm sorry, Jenny, he's 
been having to deal with a lot, plus the whole aneurysm 
must've been very traumatic for him." I just smiled 
warmly and stood there. 

Jason wheeled into the room, took one look at me, and his 
frown turned into a devilish smile; we all giggled when 
he said, "Whoa, I should get baby-sat more often." I 
thought he was strikingly handsome too.

Lisa and her husband smiled as they went to the door, 
"Well, kids, you two be good while we're out; we'll be 
back around midnight," said Lisa. John added with a 
little grin, "Yeah, Lisa and I haven't spent any time 
together for years, we need some quality time."

They shut the door behind them as they left.

"Well, Jason," I said, let's watch a movie; I rented The 
Rock and You've Got Mail." I put my duffle bag on the arm 
of their sofa and retrieved two cassette tapes and held 
them up, "Which should we watch first," I asked, "I've 
got The Rock and You've Got Mail."

He looked at the tapes, "I've seen The Rock a lot of 
times, neat movie, but I have never seen You've Got 
Mail." 

I was thinking, "Typical guy, no 'Chick-flicks'" but then 
he shocked me by saying, "I kind of like that romantic 
comedy stuff, but I never could get the other guys to let 
me rent it."

I smiled at him, "Okay then, let's get on the couch," I 
said as I was putting the tape in the VCR, "Need any help 
transferring?"

Jay looked at me and said, "No thank you dear," and was 
on the couch quicker than lightening. I smiled softly and 
sat down next to him. 

"So, what is an aneurysm anyway," I asked as the previews 
were playing. 

"I had a blood vessel in my brain clot and rupture," he 
informed me

"That's not good," I answered, "So, it didn't paralyze 
you," I asked trying not to sound too eager.

A mischievous grin stretched his mouth, "Only my left arm 
and hand, nothing too vital." He obviously picked up on 
my innuendo.

I yawned, "Oooo Gosh, Jason, I need to stretch." I was 
trying not to act like I was attracted to him, but he was 
a truly marvelous creature. I clasped my hands behind me 
and arched my back, purposefully jutting my chest out as 
I stretched. It felt great to stretch, and by the look on 
Jason's face, my protruding chest did the trick; he was 
practically in awe of my palpable display. 

He excused himself to the restroom to "urinate like a 
European thoroughbred" I giggled slightly at the 
connotation. I announced, "I need a drink of water," so 
he stopped the tape, and we left the living room, I got a 
glass out of the pantry and tiptoed down the hall. With 
the glass to my ear, I listened to what he was doing in 
the bathroom, as I thought, Jay was releasing the tension 
induced by my heaving chest. I listened until I heard 
Jay's soft groan, and he started to get back in his 
chair; I heard him wash his hands and then I went into 
the room on the other side of the hall.

Jay opened the door and saw me standing in the opposite 
room. "How long have you been there," he asked.

"Just a little while, I heard a noise, you must "go" 
noisily, Jay," I said with a smirk.

"Umm ... yeah," Jay cleared his throat, "That's it."

I feigned ignorance, "Well, we'll not have time for the 
movie unless we get to watchin it, come on, I'll fix 
popcorn."

He went back to the living room and I went to the 
kitchen: I found the microwavable popcorn in the cupboard 
and popped it quickly. When I returned, Jay had already 
started the tape and transferred to the couch. 

"You're making my job easy," I smiled as I handed him the 
bowl of popcorn and sat down, "I thought you 'were too 
old for a fuckin babysitter.'" 

His perfect face flushed with a slight pinkish color, "Oh 
yeah," he smiled, "Well, what can I say ... you kinda 
grew on me."

At that, I giggled slightly, "Try not to be so hard on 
your mom, she only wants the best for you."

"Yeah ... best house, best parents, best ... babysitter," 
he smiled at his subtle compliment.

I chuckled, "Jay, tell me about the rehab center you were 
in." 

"Well, GWRC is a great place with a lot of things for 
people in wheelchairs to do

"So gotta girlfriend there, Jay," I asked as I scooted 
closer to him.

"Nope, there are few girls at GWRC, and most of them are 
kinda snooty."

I smiled at him and briefly hugged him while my body was 
close to him, "Well, I'm here, and I'm not snooty; Gosh! 
It's hot." 

He smiled and his voice became wobbly, "Uh ... yeah, it's 
really hot, TWC said it'd be 90 degrees from noon today." 
I got up and went to turn the air conditioner on, making 
special effort to display my shorts-covered backside. I 
walked with a little stride as to prolong his view; I 
looked back at him, sure enough, he was staring at me.

I turned the air conditioner on and sighed seductively as 
the cool air breezed softly against my face, "God! It's 
miserably hot in here," I looked over my shoulder; his 
gorgeous blue eyes still staring at my rear-end, "Excuse 
me please, I have to go to the restroom."

My announced departure brought him back to reality, 
"Okay," he said as he quickly diverted his stare back to 
the TV. I picked up my duffle bag and went down the hall 
to the bathroom.

Shutting the door behind me, I was a mess; he was so 
beautiful. I dismissed those thoughts as I undid my 
shorts and slid them down to my ankles. . Standing there, 
I admired myself in the full-length mirror on the 
adjoining wall before I sat down on the toilet. Looking 
at the toilet, I thought, "Typical man, always leaves the 
seat up." My eyes went back to the reflection in the 
mirror, Goodness," I sighed, "it is so hot in here."

I decided to change into a tube top, so I took off my 
form-fitting crop top and retrieved a little white tube 
top from my duffle bag. I put the new shirt on the sink 
and sat down to tinkle. As I sat there, I paid careful 
attention to the sensations I was feeling, and a 
delightfully decadent thought came to my mind. I slid my 
hand up and caressed my chest for a moment then slid it 
downward and rubbed my mound; I was wet all right, and 
not just from the golden juices and perspiration on my 
body.

My temperature rose as the room temperature did; I parted 
the pedals of my rose and slid a creamy finger into my 
smoldering tightness as I massaged the little bud with my 
thumb. After a couple minutes I audibly groaned as I felt 
a divine sensation come over me; I lost all sense of 
feeling and awareness as a torrential flood poured nearly 
incessantly from my shimmering oasis of love, but it was 
over as soon as it started. 

I grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped myself 
off thoroughly. The cream colored mini skirt in my bag 
gave me an idea - if I was going to seduce the gorgeous 
specimen of a man in the living room, I was going to have 
to start soon, so I grabbed the top and the skirt then 
put them on and washed my hands.

When I went back to the living room, the air conditioner 
had finally taken effect, and Jay was busy watching TV. I 
sat down next to him. He asked, "So, did you have fun?" I 
thought this question sounded kind of strange, maybe my 
moans had been louder than I'd intended, "Jay, did you 
hear me in the bathroom?"

He lowered his head to the floor in embarrassment, 
"Actually, I did, sorry Jen." 

I smiled warmly and kissed his cheek, "Why are you 
apologizing," I asked, "it was me who made too much 
noise; do you know what I was doing in there?"

His face flushed when my lips touched his cheek and 
quickly nodded his head, "I have a confession to make," 
he started to tear up, "I kinda turned the sound down on 
the TV so I could hear you in the restroom ... I'm really 
sorry, Jenn." 

I laughed, "You're a mischievous guy," I said matter-of-
factly, "Now for my confession," I leaned close to him, 
"I heard you too."

He smiled and looked at me; his lips were so inviting, so 
I pulled him close to me and kissed him deeply. We sat 
back stunned by the experience, "I'm s-" he put his 
finger up to my lips, "{lease don't apologize; I liked 
that," he said.

After gaining control of my senses, he grasped my arm and 
pulled me close to him. He initiated a kiss. I was 
scarcely aware of him timidly sliding his hand up my left 
thigh but was quite aware as he lightly kneaded the 
gently rolling globe of my bottom. Our kiss grew more 
fervent, and I suggested we move our sensual escapade to 
his bedroom. I sat in his lap perpetuating the kiss as he 
rolled slowly down the hall.

Locking the door behind us, we were joined at the lips 
until we reached his bed. We lovingly petted one another, 
as our tongues grew more adventurous. Our kiss lasted at 
least three minutes, but it felt like eons; I was 
terribly disappointed when we broke the kiss, but the 
feelings of his tender touch on my warm skin more than 
made up for the absence of his lips on mine. As he 
caressed my breast, I asked if he'd ever been with a girl 
before.

He whispered, "NO, but I've read a lot about the female's 
body and how to please her." 

I smiled at the honor of being his first. He gently 
squeezed the soft mound of my chest and used his thumb to 
rub the little bud at the tip. His gentle caresses were 
making my head spin as I gently rubbed his chest then 
slid my hands down his torso and hooked my fingers around 
the waistband of his shorts. I kissed his belly as I 
gently slid his bottoms off of him; he lifted his hips 
above the bed to make it a little easier for me. 

My eyes lit up, as I revealed more and more of his 
gorgeous manhood. I made an audible note of the superb 
shave he had. "Yeah, well, the nurses do that for me," he 
said, "they're professionals, you know?" We giggled as I 
softly licked and kissed his tumescent masculinity. 
Luckily, I had my purse with me, so I retrieved the 
condom I keep in case of emergency, "Can't be too careful 
these days;" I put the condom at the edges of my lips.

I heard him address our heavenly father as my lips slid 
tightly down his ardent shaft and gently suckled his 
latex-covered maleness until he erupted his warm liquid 
ecstasy. I lifted my head and we smiled at each other as 
I moved my body up to him. We kissed passionately again 
as he massaged my left side. He caressed me as his hand 
moved lower down my body; our kiss grew heavier as he 
reached the smoldering volcano between my thighs and 
gently rubbed the fiery mound. I placed my hand on his 
and paced his delicate kneading.

My breath caught in my throat as he slipped his finger 
into my creamy caldera. He played around for a second, 
and then he found my g-spot. He must've read the pleasure 
on my face because he kept rubbing that spot and making 
me moan his name. He waited for my sweet lubrication to 
cover his hand before rubbing my aching rosebud with his 
pinky and thumbing my puckered jewel.

I moaned, "I want you so badly, Jay," and crawled further 
up his body and straddled him. I then lowered myself onto 
his distended maleness and rhythmically and gently 
bounced.

We did this for a few minutes, and then I felt my cavern 
hug the sleek obelisk as a nearly paralytic sensation 
swept through my body; molten lava flowed from my 
seething caldera onto him, and I collapsed limply onto 
his chest panting and coughing.

We lay like that kissing each other as Jay softly 
caressed my bottom. We hugged one another tightly as we 
came down from the experience and fell asleep like 
that...

END

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