Part 2

I wanted desperately to believe him.

"In the mean time," he said, "Just let it go." I smiled looking at my and 
wondering...

I directed him to my apartment building. I fumbled for the card that would let 
us into the garage. He pulled into my parking space. He retrieved my chair and 
with his help I slid into it. After raising both leg rest and helped resting my 
casts on them.

At the elevator I could clearly manage for myself. He knew that and stood as if 
he was about to leave. I looked up at him and said, 

"Please push me to my place if you would not mind." We entered the elevator. I 
pressed the button for my floor.

At my door, I said, "Come in for a drink. I don't want to be alone just now." He 
came.

Inside, I broke out a bottle of Chivas Regal and a pair of glasses. "I'm not 
drunk enough, yet. And I want you to drink with me."

He demurred. " I have to drive," he replied.

"Sleep on my couch if you can't drive. Your car is safe in the garage." 

I softened my voice a bit. "Please stay Norman."

We drank. I bitched about Harry. He listened. He continued to reassure me that I 
was good at what I did and that broken legs or not I was very beautiful. He told 
me to let it go.

I wasn't satisfied with his reassurance. I went on to complain that in addition 
to my trouble at work I wasn't really an attractive woman since my accident with 
both legs in long cast. 
      
By then I was really sloshed. I asked him to hold me. He drew me from my chair 
to the couch and held me close. He felt good. I started to cry. He drew me even 
closer.

"Please, love me," I sobbed.

"Stephanie," he said, "I would like that, but we are both drunk and don't know 
our own minds. Let's see what tomorrow brings." He held me and rocked me.

In the morning I woke to the smell of coffee. I inhaled deeply and luxuriated in 
it for just a moment. Almost immediately I became aware of my headache. I had a 
vague recollection of him carrying me to bed with both my cast leading the way.

He appeared at the door of my bedroom. He was dressed in tee shirt and boxers 
and didn't seem self conscious about it. 

"Hi," he inquired, "Do you want your coffee the usual way?"

"No" I protested, " Not this morning. Black, no sugar," 

"That's what I thought," he said as he brought it on a tray with orange juice 
and toast. He had found his way around my kitchen.

"I'm sorry about last night," I told him. "Thanks for taking care of me. I 
needed that."

He only grinned and said, "No problem. I like taking care of you."

I sat, propped by pillows, on the bed, with my cup cradled in my hands. 
      
"This is another day," I told him with my eyes averted, "but I still need some 
care."

Then I became acutely aware that I was wearing yesterday's rumpled clothes and 
the remnants of yesterday's makeup. My hair must have looked like a fright wig. 
How could I be coming on to a man looking like that?

"I need to get cleaned up," I told him. "You can help me."

I had formed a plan. I had not received a nice sponge bath since I broke my 
legs. 

"Please,put some water in the tub and put the shampoo and conditioner by the 
tub, too."

When he had left, I undressed as quickly as I could with my casts and 
transferred to my chair. I followed him to the bathroom where the air was 
already thick with steam. I tried not to think about what I was doing.

No one (except doctors and nurses) had seen me naked since the accident. Norman 
smiled a bit but didn't seem surprised as I rolled in the door. I placed my 
chair so that my left side was next to the tub and removed the arm rest.

Still trying not to be self conscious, I said, 

"If I do this myself, I'm likely to fall and get both cast wet."

I noted with pleasure that the my casts looked great. They followed the contour 
of my legs. Norman was right,I was really sexy even with my broken legs.

"Norman," I asked, "Please would you like to give me a sponge bath" I smiled 
looking at him looking at my long casts.

I had suspected his penis was fully erect. He leaned me forward on one arm and 
began to wash me with the other. I felt him trace the edge of my right cast. I 
was surprised that I liked it. He shifted to the other broken leg and I waited 
for the inevitable.

With other lovers, my ultimate sense of autonomy was the knowledge that I could 
clamp my legs together and shut them out. I didn't do that very often, but the 
knowledge that I could was a source of power. Now I felt as vulnerable, helpless 
as I could possibly be with both legs broken. I succumbed to it as his hand 
parted my labia and began to make little circular motions. I laid back and I 
accepted.

"Take me to my bed please Norman" I said 

He spread a large bath towel over my chair. He lifted me and wrapped me in the 
towel. He pushed my chair to the bed.

I sprawled there with my towel open looking like an angel with my 2 long hard 
cast. He lay down beside me. He was inside me immediately and my orgasm came 
soon and strong. He continued with a slow and persistent rhythm.

"Help me Roll over," I demanded, "I want to be on top." He complied. He was 
still in me. I raised myself with my arms and hands came to rest on his chest. 
Without both my broken legs inches of his lovely face.

My twisting, back and forth motion, was like what you would use to extinguish a 
cigarette butt on the sidewalk with your shoe. 

"Let it go, Ms. Robinson. Let it all out." His voice quavered, telling me that 
he was about to let it out himself. It drove me to a frenzy. I pushed and 
twisted.

My body exploded. My scream - more of a high pitched growl - filled the room. 
Liquid sprayed from me and joined his. 

"Oh -- my -- God," I mouthed silently, "What -- have -- I -- done?" I was on top 
of Norman, sweet Norman. I had made a fool of myself. I couldn't face him. I 
kept my eyes closed and held myself perfectly still. The only sound in the room, 
was my still husky breath.

He broke the silence. I heard him in the most innocent and dead-pan voice 
asking, 

"Was it good for you?" He said holding both my casts n his hands

I opened my eyes and laughed. I twisted on him a few more times and moaned a bit 
at the sensation. Then I let myself down on him. He embraced me and I nuzzled 
his ear. 

"Sweet Norman, you dear man. You dear, sweet, sweet man," I whispered.

"What have we done?" I said. 

The end