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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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