Author: Virgil Black
Title: Back Trouble
Universe: Virgil Black's Imaginary Life
Summary: A man hurts his back and gets some unusual first aid
from his daughter's friend.
Keywords: f-solo, fM, reluc

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BACK TROUBLE

I'd been laying on the grass for two hours, at least. I didn't
know for sure, though, because I wasn't wearing a watch, and even
if I had been, I wasn't able to move my wrist into a position
where I could see it without causing myself excruciating pain.

My back had gone out again, or something like it. The last time
this happened was when I bent over to grab a fallen branch on the
driveway a few years ago and collapsed to my hands and knees in
pain. I couldn't stand up again, but I managed to crawl into the
garage and pull myself upright by hanging onto one of the cars.
After that, my doctor told me to start doing back exercises, and
I did them for a while. It had never happened again, and I sort
of forgot about it. Until today.

Only it was even worse this time. I had just finished mowing the
lawn and was picking up a bag of grass clippings when I fell to
the ground with a searing pain in my back. If I didn't move, it
didn't hurt, but I couldn't even get to my knees.

The first problem was no one was home. Gus had just left to work
as a junior camp counselor for the next month, and my wife and
daughter were out shopping. They had planned on being gone all
day. I really wished I carried my cell phone with me all the time
like my kids did, but I had just never gotten into the habit.

The second problem was that my neighbors all lived too far away
to hear me call for help. I know because I tried over and over
again. Eventually, I gave up.

The last problem was that it was very hot out - we were suffering
through an August heat wave - and I was laying in the middle of
the yard with no shade. This was a problem I could try to solve,
at least, and I managed to army crawl on my belly slowly and
painfully a dozen yards toward the pool deck before I gave up. I
almost made it, but it just hurt too much to keep going. I rolled
over onto my back and spread out my arms and legs, which was the
most comfortable position I could get into. The ground was kind
of cool, but I could feel the sun baking me and sweat beaded up
on my body, sometimes even dripping into my eyes. This really
sucked.

It got worse, too. After only a short while, I could feel the
stirrings of a headache, which I hoped was due to the glare from
the bright, cloudless sky and not the beginning of heat stroke.
All my exposed skin felt tight and hot - I was going to have a
hell of a sunburn when this was over.

My head was pounding and I had pretty much resigned myself to
another hour or so of suffering, at least until the trees cast
some shade around me, when I heard a car pull into the driveway.
Was my wife back early? I sure hoped so. I started shouting for
help again. I heard the engine turn off, and a moment later the
car door opened and shut. I kept yelling.

"Mr. Black? Mr. Black, is that you? Where are you?" a girl's
voice was calling as it came around the side of the house.

"I'm back by the pool! I need help!" I yelled.

I heard the sound of sandals slapping on the brick walkway, and
then the girl exclaimed, "Oh my God!' and started running.
Finally I could see her; it was my daughter's friend Angela. She
ran right up next to me and crouched down. One hand was over her
mouth and the other reached out to gently touch my chest. She had
started crying.

"Oh my God, Mr. Black! Can you hear me? Why is your face is all
red? What's wrong?" she was almost hysterical.

"Angela, calm down, Dear. Calm down. I'm okay."

She started breathing a little more slowly. "What happened, Mr.
Black?" she choked out between little sobs.

"My back went out, Dear. If I move, it hurts."

"Well, why do you look like that?" I assumed she meant sweaty and
red-faced. She had stopped crying.

"I've been out here for a couple of hours. I think I might be
getting heat stroke."

"Oh my God!" she sobbed, covering her face, and it seemed like
she might start crying again.

"Angela, it'll be all right. Just stay calm." Just then I noticed
for the first time that because of the way she had crouched next
to my shoulder, her short, white tennis skirt had fallen up her
thighs, exposing most of her legs and her blue-striped panties.
Even in my sorry state the view definitely caught my attention,
and forĀ  a moment I was too distracted to notice her looking
down at me. When I did, however, I quickly looked away.

She smiled a little, in relief I thought. Had she seen me
peeking? I didn't think so, because she didn't try to cover
herself up. "Where is everyone, Mr. Black?" she asked. "Penny
said I should come over and go swimming with her this afternoon."

"Penny's out with her mom, Dear. They'll be gone all day. She
must have forgotten she made plans with you."

"That's just like Penny. Where's Gus?"

"He went to robot camp yesterday."

"Robot camp? That sounds kind of cool."

"Mmmhmm. Dear, I need you to focus a little bit. I need some help
or I might get pretty sick. Do you have your phone?" She nodded.
"Good, can you call my wife and tell her what's happened?"

She nodded again and started looking in the bag she had carried
in and dropped at her side. Then she stopped and turned back to
me. I had been staring between her legs again, and just managed
to focus on her face before she looked up from her purse.

"Mr. Black, I remember from health class that you're supposed to
give first aid to people having a heat stroke. I need to get you
into the shade and get you something to drink right away."

"Uh, I think that's right Angela." I thought a moment. "Can you
pull that umbrella over here?" I pointed with my chin. "That
would be a good start."

Angela turned and looked over her shoulder at the umbrella by the
pool. It was a large one and covered two lounge chairs. "I think
I can do it, Mr. Black," she said.

I nodded and she rose. I stared up her long, tan legs and could
see just a bit of her panty-covered crotch. Her legs glistened a
little in the bright sun with lotion or perspiration, I couldn't
tell, and when she turned, her skirt flipped out just enough for
me to catch a glimpse of her bottom.

She walked over to the umbrella and tried lifting it. "It's too
heavy, Mr. Black."

"Try dragging it, Dear. Grab it near the base and pull it." She
bent over, her skirt riding up over her bottom, completely
exposing her underpants. I could see how the tight fabric
stretched over her smooth young buns and plump pussy lips. She
took a small step backward and managed to move to umbrella, the
stand grinding against the flat tiles of the pool deck.

"I can do it, Mr. Black!" she said, looking back at me. I nodded
my encouragement, and she began dragging it slowly toward me, one
step at a time. I watched her lean, muscular legs and ass the
whole time, my cock even stirring a little bit. I knew I was
thinking like a pervert around my daughter's friend. Maybe it was
the onset of heat stroke.

Eventually she brought the umbrella to the edge of the pool deck,
which was close enough that the shadow it cast covered me
completely. I felt cooler immediately.

"Mr. Black. Is the house open? So I can get you a glass of water
or something?" Angela asked. She was standing next to me again,
her feet by my head, and I could see right up her skirt when I
looked at her face.

"Um, The patio doors are locked, but I think the side door is
open. Try it."

She ran off, her sandals clopping. I heard them coming back
toward me just a moment later.

"Nope, it's locked," she told me.

"That's okay, Dear. I have keys." I thought for a second.
"Except, they are in my pocket, and I can't reach them. I know
this is awkward, Angela, but do you think you could get them."

"Sure, Mr. Black. Left or right?"

"Right."

She nodded and kneeled down on my left side. She leaned over me,
her left hand in the grass supporting her. Her short skirt rode
up, and I could see the back of her thighs and her bottom again.
The stripes on her panties highlighted the contours of her trim
little butt. She wiggled her fingers into the right front pocket
of my jeans and pushed them inside.

"Sorry, Mr. Black, it's kind of tight." She wiggled her hand
around, stretching the denim away from my hip. The touch of her
hand so near my crotch tickled, and my dick got a little harder.
Finally she had her hand all the way into my pocket, and I could
feel her fingertips fumbling with the keys. "Got them!" she
shouted, dragging her hand out, the side of it brushing against
the tip of my cock, which made me shudder painfully. I groaned.

"Oh, did I hurt you, Mr. Black?" she asked with concern.

"It was just a back spasm, Dear. Not your fault," I lied. "Hold
the keys up and I'll tell you which one opens the door."

"There's only one key," she told me, still leaning over but
looking back at me, her straight blond hair hanging over her
shoulders.

"Huh?"

"There's just one key, Mr. Black. Should I use it?"

Damn. "No dear, don't bother. That's the key to the shed. I must
have left the house keys inside." My head still pounded and it
was hard to think, but I felt a little better now that I was in
the shade.

"Oh." She looked thoughtful. "How about the hose? Could I use the
hose to give you some water?"

"That's a great idea, Angela. It's back that way, next to the
house."

"I know. I saw it when I went to the side door," she said,
climbing back to her feet. She stood by me again, looking down,
and I got another peek all the way up her long, lean legs. "Don't
worry, I'll be right back."

She came back quickly, pulling the hose behind her. She laid the
end of it a few feet away from me in the grass and went back to
turn it on. I could hear water gurgling out as her sandals
clopped back.

She crouched near my head again and held the hose up. "I turned
it on just a little so it wouldn't spill too much. Should I just
pour some into your mouth?" she asked.

I nodded and open my mouth wide. It splashed down, and I coughed
as I tried to swallow, spitting up a lot over my face, neck, and
shirt. The water felt wonderful, however. I was surprised at how
thirsty I was, and I drank quite a lot, once I got the hang of
it, before I asked her to stop. She dropped the hose and ran back
to the spigot to turn it off. My shirt was soaking wet and I was
laying in a puddle in the grass, but the water had cooled me down
a lot and I felt much better than before.

"How's that, Mr. Black?" Angela was standing next to me again.

"Much better, Dear. Thank you. I think you saved me."

"Really? Cool." She smiled. She started fanning herself. "Now I'm
really hot. Would it be okay if I took a quick dip in the pool,
Mr. Black?"

"Angela, could you call my wife first?"

"I'll be quick, Mr. Black. Then I'll call her." I sighed
exasperatedly as she crouched down again, digging in her bag. She
pulled out two small scraps of red fabric. "Now, where can I
change?" She looked around. Then she looked down at me and smiled
wickedly. "I guess I could just change here. You won't peek, will
you, Mr. Black?" She winked at me.

Uh oh.

She stood up again and stepped away from me, onto the pool deck.
She turned her back to me and grabbed the bottom of the tight
polo shirt she was wearing and began to pull it over her head. It
was high enough for me to see that no bra straps covered her tan
back before I turned away. I now knew she had seen me looking at
her earlier, and I didn't want to get caught again.

"Oh, the zipper always get stuck on this skirt," she mumbled.
"There, I got it!" I kept my head turned away from her, despite
an almost overwhelming urge to steal a quick glance. I heard the
clunk of one of her sandals on the deck tiles, followed by
another. I imagined that she had just taken off her panties, and
my cock swelled. "The cool thing about this bikini, Mr. Black, is
that the bottom ties on the sides. Don't you think the the bows
are pretty?"

The invitation caught me off guard and I turned my head. She was
standing several feet from me, her side turned, with the ties of
her bikini bottom in her hands. I could see naked skin all the
way up the side of her body from the strap of her sandals to the
thin string of the bikini top covering her small breasts. She was
looking at me, waiting for me to watch her.

She tied the bow. "See how it ties off? Doesn't that look nice?"
She turned around first one way and then the other, modeling the
front and back of the tiny bikini for me. The bottoms barely
covered her mound in the front, and showed off her luscious
bottom in back, a small triangle of fabric snuggled up between
her tan buttcheeks. The top was just a thin string across her
back and two patches of fabric over her cute tits.

"It looks very nice, Dear." I answered, swallowing.

She smiled. "Penny has one just like it. We got matching suits!"
She crouched down and slipped the sandals off her feet. Then she
turned and ran across the deck, her ass jiggling wonderfully
before she dived smoothly into pool. After the splash, I heard
her surface. "Oh, that feels great. Just what I needed!" she
shouted to me. I couldn't really see her except for her arms
arching over her head. She swam freestyle across the pool and
back a few times.

Angela's head popped up along the side of the pool facing me, and
she lifted herself up, resting her arms on the edge. She grinned,
her blond hair plastered smooth against her head and shoulders.

"You know, Mr. Black, Mrs. Black lets Penny and me skinny-dip out
here when you and Gus aren't around," she told me. "Do you mind
if I do it now? I don't want to get any tan lines if I can help
it."

"I don't that's a good idea, Angela. I'd really like for you to
get out of the pool and call my wife now, please." Her bag was
still near me, and I rolled a little experimentally to see if I
could reach it. But I fell back, grimacing from the pain.

"Oh, come on. Nobody will know," she replied. One hand left the
pool side, disappearing below the deck. It reappeared holding her
dripping bikini bottom, which she tossed out of the pool. It
landed by one of the lounge chairs. Then she pushed away from the
edge and sank out of view. When she came back up, one hand on the
pool side, she threw the balled up bikini top over by it's mate.
She turned then and kicked off the side. As I watched, her bottom
arched up into the air and I got just a quick peek of her smooth,
bare ass cheeks glistening wet in the sun.

I listened to her swimming back and forth for two or three laps.
Then she stopped. "I'm coming out now, Mr. Black." I saw her grab
the ladder and watched as she started to pull herself out of the
water. Just before her breasts appeared, I turned away. I heard
the water dripping off her and back into the pool as she climbed
out.

"You know what? I just remembered I don't have a towel. I'll just
have to lay here in the sun until I dry off." I listened to her
rearranging one of the lounge chairs, its legs scraping along the
deck.

"Mr. Black? I'm going to close my eyes because the sun is in
them, but don't think I'm asleep or anything."

"Okay, Angela. I'll just be over here in the wet grass," I
deadpanned.

She laughed. "Don't worry, once I'm dry, I'll make that phone
call for you, okay?" After that we were both quiet. I knew she
was punishing me for ogling her when she first found me. She must
have known the whole time. I guess I deserved it.

It was okay, though. I felt much better than I had before; even
my headache had gone away. All I needed now was to get off the
ground. I wasn't sure how to do that, but I knew my wife would
figure it out when she got here.

"Mr. Black?"

"Yes, Angela?" I almost turned my head to look at her, but then I
remembered that she was still naked.

"Did you know I used to have a huge crush on you?"

I was silent.

"I did! It started when you took me, Penny, and Gus camping when
I was twelve. Do you remember when I fell and scraped my knee on
the hike coming back from those the falls, and you picked me up
and carried me? That's when my crush started. You were so strong
and handsome. I totally fell in love with you in the time it took
us to get back to camp! I used to think about what it would be
like to kiss you. Sometimes, when I practiced kissing, I
pretended I was kissing you. And when I learned how to touch
myself, you were the first man I ever thought about. In a way,
you gave me my first orgasm."

She sighed.

"It's all right, Mr. Black. You don't have to say anything. I'm
just going to lay here and think about you." Then she was quiet,
and I wondered if that meant what I thought it might mean.

I dared a glance. If I was right, she wanted me to.

Thirty feet away from me, Angela was laying back on a lounge
chair, turned to face the sun. I could see that her eyes were
closed and her pink lips were slightly open. Her legs were
spread, with her right foot on the deck on the side of the chair.
Her right hand was between her thighs, covering her sex. Her left
hand was sliding up and down her side, from her breast to her
silky thigh. Blood surged into my cock as I watched her
masturbate.

She lazily opened her eyes and looked right at me. I thought to
turn away again, but she said, "That's all right, Mr. Black. You
can watch." Then she closed her eyes. Between her spread thighs
the movement of her hand sped up, and she began pinching and
twisting the nipple of her left breast. She started moaning
softly and her hips began rocking up off the lounge. It was clear
that she was getting close to coming.

"Are you... still watching... me, Mr.... Black?" she asked,
panting, as she quickly rubbed her pussy.

"Yes, Angela," I answered.

She moaned loudly, biting her lip. Her fingers were rapidly
strumming her clit as she chased her climax, her hips thrusting
into the air more forcefully. Her toes pointed, straining the
muscles in her legs. "Oh, fuck! I'm coming, Mr. Black!" she
cried. She squeezed her small tit roughly in her left hand and
her back arched as she screamed, her legs shaking. She groaned as
her orgasm faded, now softly stroking her tender pussy lips. I
could see her breathing hard as she regained her composure. She
lifted her left leg off the chair and placed it next to her right
one as she sat up, facing me. She kept her legs together, hiding
her pussy from view, and covered her breasts with her left arm.

"Could you turn away, please?" she asked. "I want to get dressed
now."

I did, and I heard her pad lightly over to where she had dropped
her clothes earlier. I waited while she put them on.

"Okay, you can look," she announced.

I turned to look at her again as she walked over to me. I'm
pretty sure there was more swing in her hips than before. She was
more careful about exposing herself, though, and crouched down
carefully so I couldn't see up her skirt as she dug into her bag.

"Oh, look!" she said as she pulled out a towel, "I did have a
towel after all!" She grinned at me, and I couldn't help but
smile back. Next she pulled out her phone and flipped it open.
She pressed a button and waited.

"Penny! This is an emergency, put your mom on the phone. Yes, you
forgot. Just do it!"

"Mrs. Black? This is Angela. I came over to your house and found
Mr. Black in the backyard. He says his back went out again. Yes,
but I got him into the shade and gave him some water to drink. Uh
huh. He says he feels all right, but he looks pretty sunburned if
you ask me. Okay, we'll wait. I'll tell him. Thanks, Mrs. Black.
I feel better already. Tell Penny I'm not mad at her. Yeah, it
was lucky I came over! Bye-bye."

She looked at me after she closed her phone. "She's calling your
doctor now, and then they are coming home. She said it would only
be about twenty minutes."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"How are you feeling now, Mr. Black?" Angela asked.

"Actually, I feel pretty good. I just wish I could get off the
ground."

"You can't move at all?"

I tried lifting my leg and rolling to the side. It still hurt too
much. "Nope, I don't think I can move."

Angela unfolded her towel, spread it out on the grass next to me,
and kneeled by my right side, her hands resting on her thighs as
she sat on her heels.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked again.

I nodded.

"What about this?" she asked, as she reached over and grabbed my
still hard cock through my jeans. I jerked away and it hurt so
much I cried out.

"Oh, don't move, Mr. Black." She started squeezing my erection
through my pants. "You'll just hurt yourself." She kept rubbing
my cock, and against my wishes I could feel it getting harder and
fatter.

"I think it wants to come out," she said, reaching with both
hands to unbutton and unzip my jeans. This might hurt a little,
but I promise I'll make you feel better," she said, as she pulled
my pants open and pushed them down past my hips. I tried to stay
still as possible, because even the smallest movement caused me
pain. She took my undershorts down with my jeans, leaving my cock
totally exposed.

Before I could protest, her small hand covered my tool and began
stroking it. "I always wanted to do this," she said, without
looking up at me. She lifted it up with her finger tips and
wrapped her fist around it, slowly jerking me off. I couldn't
believe this was happening.

I quickly grew very hard in her soft hand and I watched with
anticipation and shock as she leaned forward, dropping her left
hand on to my far side by my hip and taking the tip of my cock
into her warm, wet mouth. I could see her pink lips wrapped
around the shaft as she sucked me, sliding up and down shallowly,
leaving a glistening band of saliva behind. She pulled off, and
her tongue came out, licking around the glans and corona, before
she slurped it back inside. She moaned around my hard prick as
she pressed me deeper into her hot mouth. Each inch her lips
traveled down my cock felt like heaven, and she soon began slowly
bobbing over me, her sweet tongue teasing the head and shaft as
she took me into her mouth again and again. I was lost in the
sensation when she suddenly stopped and pulled off, rising back
to her knees.

I was equally surprised when she straddled me, swinging her left
leg over my body. Her short skirt was pushed up her thighs,
exposing her uncovered pussy. She was shaved smooth and bare,
bald as a newborn baby. She slipped her left hand down into the
cleft of her vulva, and I watched in amazement as she dipped her
middle finger into her slick sheath. She pulled it out and held
it to my lips. I could smell her. "Want a taste, Mr. Black?" she
asked.

I sucked her finger into my mouth. Her nectar was sweet and
tangy. I licked her clean while she giggled.

"I don't know if you think about things like this, but in this
state, 16 is legal," she said, as she grabbed my stiff prick and
guided it into the folds of her pussy. Her wetness quickly coated
the head. "And I turned 17 last month," she said, as she sank
down on my cock, impaling herself on the rod. She was tight but
very wet, and I slid inside her, spreading her insides open.

"Oh, Angela," I sighed.

She took my cock all the way inside her sweet body, her bare lips
pressed against the tangle of my dark pubic hair. She bit her lip
and started rocking back and forth, slowly grinding her clit
against me. I felt my spear stirring around inside her body.

She must have been pretty excited, because she started fucking
against me more quickly as she panted harder and harder. The
build up to her climax was evident in her face, and she came on
me, her eyes clenched tightly and her mouth an "O" as she
shuddered through the orgasm, her insides grasping my rod tightly
again and again.

Even when she finished she kept fucking me, rising up and falling
slightly. "You can come inside me, Mr. Black. I'm protected," she
told me, as she bent down to kiss my lips, still sliding my cock
in and out of her narrow, slippery canal.

I groaned and she licked my lips, then rubbed her cheek against
my day-old stubble.

Almost unexpectedly, I started coming, an unstoppable pressure
building inside my groin as my muscles clenched, causing another
spasm of pain to shoot up my back. I cried out and came at the
same time, pouring my semen into Angela's body as spurt after
spurt raced out out of my cock. She bit her lip sexily and ground
against me, rubbing her sex into my own as our combined juices
spilled down my tight scrotum.

She finally stopped moving and lay atop me as my cock shrank,
slipping out of her lovely body.

"Thanks, Mr. Black. That was awesome," Angela said, breathing
into my neck. "I must still have a little crush on you after
all," she whispered. She looked at her watch. "Uh oh, I better
get you cleaned up before Penny and your wife get home."

She rose off me and grabbed the towel she had been kneeling on
earlier. She used a part of it to wipe the cum off my balls and
cock, cleaning me up gently.

"I'll have to pull these back up. I hope it doesn't hurt too
much," she warned me. She yanked at my boxers and jeans, and
eventually got them high enough that she could zip them closed
again. It wasn't as bad as I feared.

Next Angela grabbed her towel again and, standing next to me,
dried her pussy with a clean corner before she stepped way and
slipped her underwear back on. She then walked across the deck,
grabbed her now dry suit, and stuffed it into her bag. She came
back, dragging one of the chairs behind her. She plopped down on
it somewhat gracelessly and sat, her legs together and her elbows
on her knees.

"Now we wait, huh?" she asked rhetorically.

Just then, another car pulled into the driveway. Two doors
slammed.

"Daddy? Virgil?" called my daughter and wife they ran around the
side of the house.

"Over here!" shouted Angela. "We're by the pool!"

My wife knelt down next to me, "Oh, honey, are you okay?"

I nodded. "Pretty much. Angela took good care of me," I looked
over at her and smiled. "I don't know what I would have done if
she hadn't come."