Date: 14 Jul 2001 11:59:44 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Wheels (Adult Friends F/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women.  If this type of content
offends you, or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                            Wheels
                              By
                             Jan


	When the morning sun woke me up and I lay there
looking up at the pink ceiling.  It took me a few seconds for me
to remember why I was on my back looking at a hexagon
tubular steel tub over my bed with a chain holding a steel tube
meant for hanging onto to pull you up.  What I could remember
was not very much.  I had been driving my old MG Sprint far to
fast around the mountain road going home when a large bolder
appeared in my headlights as I turned an outside of the curve.  I
had turned the wheel sharply to the right and hit the brakes.

	The next thing I remember is trying to get up as someone
is telling me to lay still, your leg is broken.  I must have been
going in and out because I had just flashes of asking what
happened, then being lifted into a stretcher or basket, then the
throb of a helicopter blades and the wash of downdraft of air,
then being pushed by unseen hands down a light green hall.  The
time seemed to stand still and at the same time the x-ray room
and the round light over my head in concentric rings of light
were just blurs.

	I had gone over the side and the seat must have broken
and the back of the car must have broken my lumbar between L-
4 and 5.  I was paralyzed from the chest down.  My right leg was
in a cast because my tibia and fibula had a compound fracture.

	I had been in the hospital for about four months.  It is
terrible how fast all your mussel strength vanishes when you are
recovering from an accident.  The act of pulling your upper body
to a sitting position makes you sweat.

	All you can do is look at the clock as you wait for the staff
to come.  First the sponge bath, wait for the time to pass before
they bring in your food, then the doctor to come around and
poke your flesh and asking if you feel a dull or sharpness.  Of
course you feel nothing.

	Then a physical therapist comes in and puts a web belt
around your waist and helps you move to a wheelchair.  She
pushes you down the halls to a therapy room where you work
out on machines to strengthen your upper body.

	The day is broken up into different sessions that require
you to move around from room to room, floor to floor.  All of it
designed to strengthen your upper body so you can manage your
wheelchair.  You even have two sessions a day with a
physistrist.  One is a group session where they discuss feelings
and problems coping with day to day problems of getting
around, the other one is divided up into a group session where
they talk about sexual problems then a one on one where they
evaluate if you are suicidal.

	I bought a new lightweight wheelchair that would allow
me to move around better.  I had traded my sports car wheels for
those of a wheel chair.  I was buying a car with controls that
would allow me to drive with my hands and my home was
having ramps put in and the kitchen made so I could eventually
do things for myself.

	When I got home I had an occupational therapist stay with
me for a few weeks.  I knew I would need help for a long time
before I would be able to live alone.

	That lead to me hiring a trained companion.  I interviewed
several until one came in that was the best thing I had hoped to
find.  Her name was Ester Nunes.  She had been a registered
nurse in another state.

	I asked her why she had moved to this state and why she
was not trying to register as a nurse here.

	She told me quit frankly that she had been barred from the
nursing profession because she had seduced a patient.  In this
state as a live in help giver I don't have to register as a sexual
pervert.  I was impressed with her candor.

	Looking at her I was impressed with her beauty.  She was
at least 5' 9" tall.  She was of a Hispanic heritage of some sort.
Black eyes, thick black hair pinned up tightly on the back of her
head, not a strand of hair was hanging lose on the back of her
neck.  She had a strong figure that was well proportioned to her
body.  Her breasts were large.  They were the size of medium
watermelons.   Her hips were broad.  She was dressed in a crisp
white uniform and white leather tennis or walking shoes.

	I decided to hire her after thinking about it over night.  I
had experimented with lesbianism in college and enjoyed it.  I
had even had affair with my English literature professor for a
couple of years.

	So my life with Ester started as soon as she could make
arraignments to move in.  At first it was all business but her
touch became more personal.  My shower had been rebuilt while
I was in the hospital so that it was very large and the door went
to the tile floor and a marble bench was built into the wall so
that I could get the wheelchair into it and transfer to the bench.
The water controls for the hand held showerhead was located
where I could reach them.

	But it would take time for me to be able to do such things
for myself.  For the next several months Ester would have to
help me get out of the chair and even wash me.

	Ester would help me out of bed and get me out of my
nightie and into the chair.  Then she would remover her clothes.
I was impressed the first time I saw her nude.  An even golden
brown color all over her body.  Those big breasts were capped
chocolate colored areolas as big around as an eight-ounce
drinking glass bottom.  Her nipples were as big as thimbles.  As
your eyes traveled down her body you see a flat tummy with a
deep navel button.  As your eyes travel down you see a thin trail
of black pubic hair that gets wider and thicker until it disappears
between her legs.  Her pubis would be hidden completely if it
were not for the thick chocolate labia looking like thick flower
pedals parting the hair.  I was attracted to her the instant I saw
her.

	On the second week of our being together she helped me
into the chair after she gave me plenty of time to visually inspect
her nude body.  In the shower she helped lift me onto the bench
when she pushed me into the shower.  She put the chair outside
and closed the door.  Easter bagged the cast on my right legs in a
plastic trash bag.  Then she handed me the shower nozzle and I
adjusted the temperature until it was comfortable for me.

	Then I covered my body with the water.  My hair is cut in
a short blonde flip, which makes it easy to wash and dry.   Ester
got a bottle of herbal shampoo from the basket on the wall and
washed my hair for me.  I would be doing this for myself soon.
Ester then took the bar of soap and wet her hands.  She made a
thick lather then took a wash cloth and started washing me.  She
washed my shoulders and back.  Then she moved in front of me
and started washing the front of me.  I may be dead from the
waist down but my breasts sure enjoyed the attention.  I could
tell the nipples getting harder as she ran her hands over them.

	Ester knelt in front of me and washed the lower half of my
body.  If I were not watching her I would not have known just
how much attention she gave to cleaning my pussy.  She ran her
long fingers deep into my cunt.  But she finally washed each leg.
Of course I felt nothing.

	When she was happy that I was clean she took the nozzle
from me and rinsed me off and then got a big towel and dried us
both off.  When she put me back in the chair and took me back
into my bedroom.

	She sat me on the side of the bed and asked me what I
wanted to put on.  I just wanted shorts and a T-shirt.  So she
picked out a nice matching pair of under clothes and a pair of tan
shorts along with a tight fitting boat neck T-shirt in green.  Then
she turned to me.

	She asked me if she could taste my pussy first?

	I was taken back by her request.  I stammered and said.
Why would you want to do that I wouldn't feel it?

	She told me that just because I wouldn't feel it would not
stop her from enjoying it.

	I said ok it has been a long time, for me.

	Ester lay me on the bed and spread my legs wide open.
Before she started work on my pussy she sucked my nipples
until I was about to go crazy form the thrill of her mouth.  She
got on the foot of the bed and put her mouth on my cunt.  She
was making animal sounds deep in her throat as she licked and
sucked me.  She was reaching down between her legs and
playing with her own pussy as she sucked me.

	The aroma of sex was filling my nose.  I was getting
excited watching her.  Finally I said Ester please turn around so I
can suck you too.

	Ester removed her hand from her pussy and turned around
so that she could straddle my head.  I was looking up at those
thick labia and the dark chocolate brown of her asshole as she
lowered her pussy to my mouth.

	As my tongue parted the lips with my tongue a pubic hair
got caught between my teeth.  She jerked as the hair was pulled
out by the root.  The juice in her cunt was soaking my face.  I
was lapping like puppy lapse milk.  All nose and noise I could
get into the action.

	Ester was letting me know how much she liked what I
was doing a good job by the noise she was making and her hips
were rotating around, up and down.  When she climaxed she
relaxed her legs and smothered me with her wet pussy.

	When she was done she went and got a wash cloth.  She
cleaned my face very carefully.  Then she moved me and
cleaned between my legs.  I was surprised to see how wet the
sheets were where my ass had been.

	Ester said I may not have felt it but you must have
climaxed because I had filled her mouth with my juices.

	Then she helped me dress and she made my bed.  She
pushed me into the kitchen so we could talk as she made
breakfast.

	She told me that I had to learn how to do everything for
myself.  I would do a little more every day.  I tried to say "but".
Ester said there are no buts.  You do it or I will not make love to
you.  She said that with a big grin.

	Within six months I was cooking for her, dressing myself
and even dressing and undressing her.  I was doing all the
driving for us.  Eventually she had to move on, because I was
totally independent.



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