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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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