By ParaGirl
Jennifer sat in bed, watching
television, when the phone rang. She
picked it up, expecting another telemarketer, and heard a familiar voice on the
other end.
"Well, it's about time I hear
form you!" said the unmistakable voice of her good friend and former
co-worker, Brenda.
"Yeah, well, I haven't meen in
much of a mood for chatting." Jennifer said glumly.
"Well, too bad, I'm coming
over." Brenda said.
"No, Bren." Jennifer said.
"I can't. Not yet."
"Jen, I haven't seen you since
the hospital, and you've been home for weeks - I'm coming over and I won't take
no for an answer."
Jennifer tried to protest, but she
found herself speaking to an empty line; Brenda had hung up. Jennifer sat in bed, not wanting her friend
and one time lover to see her like this, but couldn't bring herself to do
anything about it.
'Like This' meant sitting in bed,
her hair tied back, dressed in a frumpy bathrobe, socks, and slippers, her legs
covered in three layers of blankets, eating chips and watching talkshows. She had been this way for almost three
weeks, after coming home from the hospital, after the fall that had broken her
back and paralyzed her from the waist down.
Jennifer, like her friend Brenda,
had been an exotic dancer - and a good one at that. That had all changed six weeks before, when she had slipped on
something on stage and fallen onto a rail.
The fall didn't seem that bad, but when a patron had tried to help her
up, she had felt a stabbing pain and then blacked out. She woke up in an ambulance, paralyzed for
life.
A short while later there was a
knock at Jennifer's door, and before she could even say 'Go Away', Brenda let
herself into the apartment. She came
into the bedroom and stopped - obviously Jennifer's dissheveled appearance had
taken her by surprize.
"Well," Said Brenda,
quickly recovering, "It looks like I got here just in time."
"Just in time for what?"
Jennifer said miserably.
Brenda, who had been wearing a long
beige coat, slipped it off and watched Jennifer's eyes open wide. Under the coat, Brenda was wearing white
stockings and high heels, see-thru white lace panties, and a white, braless
corset. A stethescope was around her
neck, and she clipped a small, white tiara-hat into her hair, it's little red
cross showing predominanatly. She
struck a sexy pose.
"The naughty nurse is making a
house call." Brenda said, and still Jennifer was speechless.
"What are you doing?"
Jennifer finally asked, regaining some composure.
"Bringing you back from the
dead, by the looks of it." Brenda replied, moving over to Jennifer's
bed. She threw the covers off of
Jennifer's legs and gasped.
"I know, they're
horrible." Jennfer sobbed, trying to re-cover her paralyzed legs.
"Just leave me alone."
"I'm not looking at your legs,
Jen." Brenda said, still aghast.
"What then?" Jennifer
asked, confused.
"You're wearing a pink bathrobe
and pale orange slippers. You're
actually mixing pink and pale orange.
At the Foxy Kitten you were the best dressed, most perfectly matched
dancer I had ever seen. You matched your toenail polish to your panties, for
God sake. Oh, how the mighty have
fallen."
Both women were silent for a long
moment, then Jenifer, in spite of herslef, began to laugh.
"It is pretty bad, isn't
it?" she said, finally looking at the outfit she had been wearing, shaking
her head. She began to laugh harder,
and Brenda joined her, bending over to hug her tightly.
"OK, now we have to do
something about all this." Brenda finally said. Without sayign a word, Brenda lifted Jennifer's paralyzed legs
out of the way and sat on the edge of the bed, placing Jens legs across her
stockinged lap. Jennifer winced as
Brenda touched her legs.
"What? Did that hurt?" Brenda asked.
"No, I can't feel a thing. It's just-"
"It's just that you don't want
me touching them. Too bad - I've had
these legs wrapped around me more times than I can count. I have almost as much right to them as you do."
Jennifer smiled, weakly, and let
Brenda do whatever she was planning.
"First, these have to go."
Brenda said, pulling the orange slippers off of Jennifer's limp feet. Next, she slipped off the thick white socks
Jennifer was also wearing, so that Jennifer's feet were totally exposed.
"Coochie Coochie Coo!"
Brenda said, tickling Jennifer's unfeeling feet. Jennifer chuckled in spite of herself.
"That's not funny." she
said to Brenda, but couldn't help smiling at the other woman's attempts to make
her smile.
"Next comes this ratty
thing." Brenda said, suddenly leaning over and untying Jennifer's
bathrobe. Before Jennifer could stop
her, Brenda opened the bathrobe, exposing Jennifer's legs - and the rest of her
- completely.
"Oh my GOD!" Brenda said
with mock horror, staring at Jennifer.
"You're wearing grannie panties!
You, Goddess of the Thong, are wearing white cotton grannie panties!"
Brenda exclaimed, pretending to swoon.
Jennifer laughed again.
"Well, it's not as if I'll be
twirling on the fire pole any time soon." Jennifer said, touching her
legs. "Not much reason to dress
sexy lately."
"Don't be so sure." Brenda
said with a wink.
"What are you doing?"
Jennifer said as Brenda grabbed hold of her panties.
"Taking these off." Brenda
said, working at getting the white cotton panties around Jennifer's paralyzed
hips and bottom. "Don't worry - I'll put something back on you." she
said as she saw Jennifer's apprehensive look.
Brenda removed Jennifer's panties,
so that the paralyzed woman was now sitting naked in bed.
"See - that's not so bad."
Brenda said, rubbing Jennifer's thighs.
"Please-" Jennifer
protested.
"What? With all the times you have been naked in
front of complete strangers, now you're self-conscious?" Brenda said,
continuing to rub Jennifer's legs.
"But it's different now."
Jennifer said. "I can't even feel
that."
"Can't feel this at all?"
Brenda asked, rubbing Jennifer's legs more.
"You know I can't."
Jennifer said.
"What about this?" Brenda
asked. She rubbed her bare breasts
against Jennifer's thighs.
"Oooh - you're mean."
Jennifer said.
"What about this?" Brenda
asked, this time reaching out and stroking Jennifer's breast.
"Stop it now." Said
Jennifer with a slight shiver. "You're
just teasing."
"Am I?" Brenda
replied. She lifted Jennifer's limp
legs and stood up. She began rummaging
through Jennifer's dresser, tossing out bits of clothing. She gathered up what she had pulled out and
returned to the bed.
"How do you want to do this -
bed or wheelchair?" Brenda said.
"Do what?" Jennifer asked.
"Get dressed." Brenda
said.
"In what?" Jennifer asked.
Brenda held up black stockings and a
lace teddy with no breast cups, plus sheer arm-length gloves.
"Since I know you won't take no
for an answer, let me get into my wheelchair and go to the bathroom first, then
we can play 'dress-up".
Brenda watched Jennifer mover
herself to the edge of the bed and reach for her wheelchair. She began to transfer, then seemed to slip a
little bit - she was obviously struggling.
Brenda dropped the clothing and helped Jennifer into her wheelchair,
moving her legs for her.
"Thanks." Jennifer said,
embarrassed. "Still kind of new at all this."
"Don't mention it. Need any more help?"
"Well-" Jennifer started,
then stopped, blushing.
"No problem." Brenda
said. She followed Jennifer as she
wheeled herself into the bathroom. Jennifer parked near the toilet, which was
surrounded by metal grab bars, and without a word, Brenda lifted her and helped
her onto the toilet. She turned away
and let Jennifer do what she needed to do, then when Jennifer asked, Brenda
returned and helped her back into her wheelchair without saying anything. Brenda left the bathroom and Jennifer
wheeled herself out a minute later.
"OK," Jennifer said,
breaking the awkward silence. "I'm a little tired of being naked."
Brenda smiled and sat on the
bed. Jennifer wheeled up to her. Brenda grabbed a stocking, then lifted one
of Jennifer's limp legs into her lap.
"Your legs are soft."
Brenda said absently, positioning Jennifer's leg.
"Yeah - all that working out at
the gym, building muscle tone - pretty much wasted now." Jennifer said
from her wheelchair.
Brenda bunched up the expensive
stocking and began sliding it up Jennifer's leg.
"This is weird." Jennifer
commented.
"What? Me dressing you?"
Brenda asked, continuing to pull up the stockings.
"No, watching you put that on
me. I'm watching you put a stocking on
my leg, but I can't feel it at all, like it's someone else's leg. I'm still not used to it."
"You don't mind it, do
you?" Brenda asked, finally getting the stocking on and smoothing it out.
"Not really, no." Jen
replied.
"Good. There - still sexy Jen." Brenda said,
admiring the stocking-clad leg. She
lowered it into the wheelchair legrest and lifted the other flaccid leg onto
her lap, again putting the stocking on, this time a bit more slowly. She saw Jennifer watching her.
"Am I?" Jennifer asked,
once the second stocking was on.
"What, Jen?" asked Brenda,
lowering Jen's leg back into the wheelchair legrest.
"Still sexy? I don't feel sexy anymore."
"Why?" Brenda asked,
putting her hand on Jen's knee.
"Because I'm in a
wheelchair." Jen said plainly.
"So, that wheelchair makes you
feel unsexy?" Brenda asked.
"Well, yeah, I guess so."
Jen replied, realizing how silly it sounded out loud.
"OK then." Brenda said,
grabbing Jen and putting her back on the bed.
"How about now?" Brenda
asked. "You're not in your wheelchair.
Do you feel sexy?"
"I feel like an invalid."
Jen replied, trying to push herself up with her arms. Brenda pushed her back down.
"Stop talking like that."
Brenda said, jumping in bed with Jen.
"Well it's true." Jen
said.
"It is not true - you are still
goregeous and sexy and I want to kiss you right now."
"No you don't."
Without another word, Brenda leaned
over and kissed Jen passionately.
Jennifer responded, kissing Brenda also, probing her lips with her warm
tongue.
"If you're just doing this to
take my mind off my legs.." Jen started as Brenda caressed one of her
breasts.
"I'm not, I promise. I want you, Jen, legs or no legs."
"Oh Brenda, I don't even know
how anymore." Jen said, still enjoying Brenda caressing her nipples.
"I kind of figured, so I've
been reading up." Brenda said.
"Reading up on what?"
Jennifer said, pushing herself up on her elbows to get a better look at Brenda.
"On you. On paralysis. More specifically, on sex
after paralysis."
Jen stared at her, mouth open wide.
"It's not that different, you
know." Brenda continued.
"Sure, there are things you can't do, but there are, well,
replacements for those." Brenda was still massaging Jennifer's breasts.
"You're serious." Jen
said, still looking at her.
"Do you trust me?" Brenda
asked.
Jennifer looked at her, then stared
at her useless legs. She desparately
wanted to feel like a woman again. She
looked back at Brenda and nodded her head.
"Yes" she mouthed silently.
Brenda layed her back down on the bed and told her to close her eyes.
"Jen, the key is to concentrate
on what you can still feel." Brenda said, massaging her breasts more. "and then imagine those feelings all
over. Just because you can't feel me
touch your legs doesn't mean it can't be pleasurable, sexual."
Brenda leaned over and kissed Jen's
nipple, her tongue tracing little circles around it. Jennifer moaned, reaching her hands out for Brenda's face. Brenda kissed Jen's fingers, then moved to
her neck, kissing and nuzzling it playfully, then moved up to her lips. The two women kissed deeply again,
jennifer's hands running through Brenda's hair, knocking off Brenda's 'Nurse
Hat'. Brenda's hand cupped one of
Jennifer's breasts, then wandered down, across her stomach, to her crotch. One of Jennifer's hands followed it down,
grabbing Brenda's wrist and bringing the hand back up to Jen's breast. Brenda understood and continued the breast
and neck caresses.
Brenda pulled back for a moment -
Jennifer was flushed now, aroused. "Don't stop-" she moaned.
"I'm not stopping. I just need to get something." Brenda
replied, fishing something out of her bag.
It was a feathered tickler.
"What's that for?"
Jennifer asked, curious and amused.
"Just wait. Where does your paralysis start?"
Brenda asked.
Jennifer looked like she had been
slapped. "Just when I was starting
to forget I was crippled." she said softly. She drew a line across her stomach, about two inches above her
navel.
Brenda returned to kissing
Jennifer's neck and breasts, and soon had her back in the mood, moaning
softly. Once she was aroused again,
Brenda took the tickler and brushed it lightly against Jen's nipples. The response was immidiate, Jen moaning
louder, her upper body writhing some while her legs and hips remained totally
still. Brenda then kissed Jen's
nipples, again licking them in little circles.
As she kissed and caressed Jen's breasts, she moved the tickler lower,
so that it danced lightly over Jennifer's stomach, right over the line of
paralysis.
Jennifer's back arched - at least
the upper part of it did - and she nearly screamed.
"What was that?" she asked
Brenda, opening her eyes.
"That was your body finding a
new way to react to erotic stimulus.
Felt good, didn't it?" Brenda asked, once again running the tickler
across Jen's breasts.
"Oh my God!" Jen said as
the tickler ran across her stomach again.
She closed her eyes and began touching her breasts as Brenda continued
with the tickler across her paralysis line.
Jen began to pant, her face became more flushed. Her upper body writed and her limp feet
flopped around as she moved more vigorously.
Brenda kept moving the tickler, but leaned closer over Jen. She straddled Jen's paralyzed legs and began
to rub her warm breasts against Jennifer's erect nipples - the reaction was
immidiate in both women. Jennifer
opened her eyes and then took one of Brenda's firm breasts, closing her wet
lips around Brenda's nipple. Brenda
moved down, slowly, dragging her tits across Jennifer's stomach. She began rubbing Jennifer's injury line
with her breasts, rubbing them up and down Jen's stomach. Jen was massagin her own breasts, moaning
and licking her lips, her upper body writhing to Brenda's rhythm. Brenda began to rub herself, masturbating as
she rubbed and caressed Jen. She began
to moan and cry out in time with Jennifer, and as she slid her own moist
fingers deeply inside her hot pussy, she continued to rub her tits against
Jen's paralyzed frame, her rubbing and masturbation keeping time with one another. Brenda began to speed up, her masturbation
becoming more urgent as Jen's moans and crys came louder and faster. Finally, Jen cried out, grabbing Brenda's
hair and dragging her down, kissing her deeply, not letting go.
Brenda rolled off of her paralyzed
lover, holding Jen's hand as she caught her breath. Jen just started giggling.
"What's so funny." Brenda
asked, amused.
"My orgasm. It felt funny."
"You didn't like it?"
Brenda asked.
"I loved it - t was one of the
most intense I've ever felt - but I felt it here, mostly." she said,
indicating an area of her abdomen, just below her breasts.
"Of course - your body is
compensating for the lack of sensation from your paralysis. This is why touching you here - "
Brenda stroked Jen's stomach, across her line of injury " - feels so good
now. It's like a new erogenous
zone."
The two women lay there for a little
while, not speaking. It was Jennifer
who first broke the silence.
"Did you?" she asked
quietly. Brenda was hoping she wouldn't
ask - Brenda herself had been on the verge of orgasm, but just couldn't get
there.
"It wasn't about me." She
said, trying to diffuse the situation.
"Could you go sit on the
couch?" Jennifer asked.
"I don't want to leave you,
honey." Brenda replied.
"Just do it. I'll be out in a minute." Jennifer
insisted. Brenda was unsure if it was
the right thing, but she left the bedroom ad went to sit on the couch.
It was less than five minutes later
when the music started. Brenda
recognized it immidiately - a slow, sexy number that was popular at the strip
club. Brenda turned her head and saw
Jennifer wheel herself in, now dressed in fishnets, spike heeled shoes, and a
tight black satin teddy that strained against her gorgeous breasts. She parked her wheelchair across the room
and stared at Brenda.
The song picked up in tempo and
volume, and Jennifer lifted her limp legs out of her legrests. She grabbed hold of the wheels of her
wheelchair and lifted herself, then lowered herself onto the floor. Brenda was unsure what Jen was doing, until
the song's refrain began.
This was one of Jennifer's patented
moves at the strip club - no woman could do it as well, and no man - or woman -
could resist it. Jennifer began to
slowly drag herself towards Brenda on the couch, writhing and licking her lips
and staring deeply into Brenda's eyes.
Brenda was aroused and hypnotized by the 'dance', not even noticing how
Jen's limp legs just dragged behind her, useless. She didn't care when Jen's spike-heeled shoe came off as Jen
dragged herself. All she could do was
watch the dance.
Jen made her way to Brenda's legs
and began to rub them, caress them. she climbed them, then, dragging herself up
Brenda's legs, her thighs. She kissed
Brenda's thighs, lighly playing her tongue over them, and Brenda's head shot
back, eyes closed in extacy.
Jennifer began to kiss and lick
Brenda's mound, her tongue darting in and out expertly. All Brenda could do was writhe and moan with
the waves of pleaure that wrapped themselves around her. It took less than ten minutes before Brenda
was screaming, panting, and exploding in orgasm after orgasm.
When Brenda had caught her breath,
Jen was still on the floor, her head resting in Brenda's lap. Without speaking, Brenda helped Jen onto the
couch, lifting her paralyzed legs for her.
The two women didn't speak, and finally fell asleep in each others arms.