Chapter
Ten:
Day From
Hell
Author's
notes: This specific chapter has a short sex scene. It shouldn't be offensive
because it's not really graphic, and it's necessary to the story, but I just
wanted to warn everyone. :-)
A couple days
later was my wonderful date. Yea. How exciting... Getting ready was a pain in
the ass. Harmony insisted I wear something nice, so she picked out a pair of
black dress pants, and a pale blue button down shirt. She insisted I wear a tie
too. As usual, she helped me sit on the bed as she inserted one leg at a time
into their proper holes. She helped me stand and then told me to us my arms to
hold myself up as she zipped and buttoned my pants for me. Using my upper body
strength, I maneuvered myself back into my chair.
“Do I really
have to go?”
“Yes, you do.”
She laughed.
“All right,” I
sighed.
She handed me
the shirt. “You can put that on by yourself.”
I nodded, watching
her as she walked out of the room. I grabbed for the shirt, sliding one arm
inside, and then another. I began buttoning from the bottom and worked my way
to the top - that way I wouldn’t miss any buttons. I grabbed the tie, setting
it in my lap, before wheeling myself out into the kitchen. Harmony was sitting
at the table. “Can you help me with this? I can never get it right.” I said,
holding the tie in my hands.
“Sure.” She
walked over to me, making it perfect. “I think you’ll like Larissa,” she said
as she finished.
I scanned her
face, “Why?”
“What do you
mean ‘why’?” She laughed. “She’s really sweet, and I just think you two will
get along.”
“All right.” I
sighed heavily again.
“Look a little
happier...” I unwillingly smiled. “That’s better.”
It felt kinda
weird having Larissa pick me up...usually it’d have been me picking the girl
up...but this was all right. I’d survive it. When she arrived, she came inside
to meet me. She was pretty, but Harmony was prettier. I still kinda liked
Harmony.
Larissa’s hair
was pretty long, and a light shade of brown. Blue eyes, nice smile. The only
problem was that she was really tall, probably about 5’10” or so...and this
made me feel incredibly short. Lemme just say that wheelchairs suck!
“Hi, Nick,”
she greeted, extending a hand to shake.
I shook her
hand, “Hi.”
“It’s so nice
to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,” she smiled.
Great. She’d
probably heard about my sponge baths and crap like that. “Oh, I’ve heard a lot
about you too.” Actually, I’d heard very little. White lies never hurt anyone.
We ended up
going to dinner and a movie. Dinner sucked. It was some new restaurant, and the
damn place didn’t have a flippin’ wheel chair ramp. What place nowadays doesn’t
have a damn wheel chair ramp? I was embarrassed as hell when I had to have help
to get into the fucking place. Larissa had to ask some guy to lift me and my
damn chair onto the walkway. I’d never been so humiliated in my entire life....
The food
sucked ass too... I got some kind of chicken thing, and it was dry and gross.
Whatever Larissa got seemed to be good; she was enjoying it. Some kind of
shrimp dish...damned if I know what it was.
Well, at least
the movie theater had a ramp. That made me happy. And since dinner sucked, I
figured I get some popcorn so I didn’t die of starvation. Guess what? That
sucked too. It was stale and butter soaked. Damned if this wasn’t the worst day
of my entire life. And, to top it off, we sat pretty close to the front - I
think I’m half blind now. Great, crippled and blind. The chick flick,
some Freddie Prinze Jr. movie or something, didn’t
interest me much. I was ready to leave after the previews were over.
When we left
the theater, I invited Larissa back to my house to hang out. I figured I could
probably get Harmony to leave, and then she and I could talk and...just see
what it leads to. I hadn’t had sex in a while, so maybe I’d get lucky...
“Harmony,
please...just for like,” I looked at the wall clock, “two hours, okay?”
“Nick, I’m not
supposed to just leave you alone.”
“You’re not!
Larissa’s here...she’ll make sure I don’t get my wheels stuck somewhere.” I
smiled, laughing.
“Nick, I know
what you’re planning to do,” she said, looking at me almost like a mother
looking at her child.
“What am I planning
to do?” I asked curiously.
“You’re going
to try to sleep with her.”
“What makes
you think that?” Damn, was I that easy to read?
“Because
you’re asking me to leave.”
“So what? I’m
a grown man, I can screw whenever I want.” Somehow that sounded a lot better in
my head.
“All right.
But, I just wanna remind you that things might not go the way you want them
to.”
“Don’t say
that. We’ll do fine.” I wasn't really speaking of myself and Larissa, it was my
dick and I...
“Nick, just
remember that, okay? Things are different now, and -”
“I know that.
I’m not worried though, everything will be fine.” I wasn’t sure, but I’d always
heard that positive thinking can yield for positive results.
“All right.
I’m giving you two hours, and not a minute more,” she warned, approaching the
door.
“Thanks,
Harmony. I‘ll get to work right away!” I laughed, watching as she walked out
the door. I wheeled myself into the living room where Larissa was. “Hey,” I
called, smiling.
“Hi,” she
replied.
“So, um...” I
cleared my throat. “What do you wanna do?”
“I dunno,” she
replied.
Well, this
wasn’t going well. I’d never just asked for sex. I’d never actually planned
sex. Maybe she’d understand? Surely it couldn’t hurt to just...ask...
“Uh, Larissa?”
“Yeah?” she
asked, staring at me with wide eyes. My palm began to sweat. I was scared.
“Can...I ask
you something?”
“Of course,
Nick. Anything your little heart desires, you just ask me.”
If you
knew, you wouldn’t say that... “Okay,” I sighed. “I’ll just be blunt, because,”
I laughed, “there isn’t any other way to put this...”
“All right.”
“Would you
wanna....” Say it. Just stomach the embarrassment and ask for it. C’mon you
big wimp!
“Have sex?”
She questioned.
Whoa. Did she
just say that? “Uh...”
“Was that your
blunt question?”
I nodded,
sitting silent.
She sighed
heavily. “I heard you and Harmony talking....”
I knew I
shoulda been quieter! “Oh, uh...sorry.”
“It’s all
right, Nick.”
“I mean, if
you don’t wanna, it’s all right, ‘cause...ya know, I don’t even know if I can
physically do anything...but -” I stammered nervously.
“Nick, it’s
all right.”
“I mean, I
don’t-I don’t think you’re easy or anything, ya know? I just-” I stumbled again
over my own thoughs and words.
“Nick!”
I stopped
blabbing, trying to defend myself, and just looked at her.
“It’s all
right.”
“It is?” I
asked, stunned.
“Nick, I know
what you’re trying to do.”
Get some? “You
do?”
“I know that
you wanna see if you can,” she replied, honestly.
I nodded.
“It’s all
right, I completely understand.”
For some
reason I just sat there, staring at her, confused as to why she was saying it
was all right for me to ask for sex from someone I’d known less that 24 hours.
Probably less than four hours... Nevertheless, I couldn’t, and most certainly
wouldn’t object. “So, you will?”
She shrugged,
as if to say, ‘I guess so’.
Weirdness
doesn’t even begin to describe this. She wheeled me back into my bedroom
slowly. I had to have help of course, getting out of my chair and onto my bed.
She helped my lie down and situate myself... I was scared, nervous. Would I do
okay? Could I?
She straddled
me, her eyes studying my face as her hands glided through my hair. Still, I was
scared. I might not be able to feel anything, even with the tiny tickle I
actually could feel. “Are you scared?” she asked, her eyes glancing over me.
“Uh...a
little,” I admitted fearfully.
“Don't be.”
Her hand
slowly slid off my face, and latched onto the buttons of my shirt. She
carefully unbuttoned each one, and slipped it off me, throwing it onto the
floor in a heap. I watched her intently as she eyed my chest, biting her lip.
Her soft hands glided down my chest, gently rubbing against my skin. I
swallowed hard. The tips of her fingers lightly tickled my nipples, and it sent
sensations through my body that were unfamiliar and yet...very enjoyable. Maybe
this was what the doctor mentioned? Parts of the body that became...exciting
to touch.
Slowly, her
hands continued on their way down, grabbing onto the button of my pants. I let
out a shaky breath as I watched her. Petrified. I was petrified. What if I
couldn’t get it up? What if I couldn’t orgasm? I wasn’t paying attention, and
before I knew it, my pants were to my ankles. I watched her as she carefully
took them off of me, and tossed them beside the shirt. I was lying more than
half naked, still scared to death.
My eyes
focused on her hands as she began to undress herself. Soon her shirt was off,
then her bra, and soon she was completely naked. I looked her up and down, but
I physically couldn’t feel my body reacting. My heart beat was increasing, and
mentally I was excited, but my mind wasn’t relaying messages to the most
important part of my body. I knew I could get stiff from touch though, so my
worries were set aside. Her small hand slid itself up my inner thigh, and went
right into my boxer shorts. She pulled my catheter out and placed it somewhere
to the side. I could almost feel a light touch, caressing me. I couldn’t feel
myself reacting, so I wanted to see it. “Can I-can I watch?”
She nodded,
slipping her fingers into the elastic of my shorts, and yanking them down in
one swift motion. Her long fingers reached out for my flaccid member, stroking
him up and down until she put life into him. Slowly, but surely I watched as he
rose from the dead. Watching this made me smile. I wasn’t a completely broken
man. I could still do something right. I became excited watching her touch me,
making me...well, stiff.
“Can you feel
anything?” She asked.
“Not really,”
I replied.
“Nothing at
all?”
“I almost feel
a tickle, but it’s not enough to generate any type of feeling really.”
I watched
closely as she took her nails and drug them across my appendage. A trail of
reddish scratches forming. I didn’t feel it. “You didn’t feel that?”
I shook my
head. “No.”
She stroked me
faster, and rubbed the head of my swollen dick, but I couldn’t really feel it.
Watching it was more entertaining than pleasuring. Watching
myself involuntarily react...that’s something to see. “Nick, are you ready?”
Oh, no. I swallowed
hard, “Ye-yeah.”
Her hips
raised, and slowly she sank down onto me. She let out a light moan when I’d
entered her all the way. “You okay?” she asked me, running a hand through my
hair.
I nodded, and
she began to thrust her hips. I watched as her face almost showed pain, her
moans increasing in volume. I lie there like some kind of sex toy; my stiffened
member being used like a dildo... At least when she was touching me I could watch
her do it. This gave me no satisfaction what-so-ever. I felt like I was being
raped or used somehow.
I closed my
eyes and began to cry. The soft sobs rocking my body were enough to make her
completely stop. “Nick, are you all right? Don't cry.”
“I’m fine.
Just keep going, I don’t care.”
“This isn’t
about me, it’s about you. I only did this because you wanted me to.”
Hot tears of
frustration steamed down my face in now familiar sorrowful paths. I wiped my
eyes, sniffling. “I’m all right. Don’t worry.”
“I should go,”
she spoke softly, pushing my hair out of my eyes. I nodded mercifully, as she
rose from the bed, leaving me lying there. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I
nodded again, watching as she walked out the door, grabbing her clothes on the
way out. I didn’t move. I just lied there, naked, crying, feeling sorry for
myself as I was going limp. Harmony was right. It didn’t go as I’d planned. I
just thought ba-da-bing ba-da-boom,
I’d get laid just the same as before.
For once I
wanted to talk to someone, and I knew just who to call. Brian would be there
for me now, when I needed his comfort and support the most. I reached my arm to
the nightstand beside my bed, and grabbed the cordless phone from the jack. I
dialed Brian’s number, and he answered. “Brian,” I cried.
“Nick, what’s
wrong, buddy? Are you all right? What happened?”
“Can you-can
you please come over here?”
“Where’s
Harmony?”
“She’s out.
She won’t be back for a while, and I-I-” I paused, crying louder. “I don’t
wanna be alone, Brian.”
“All right.
I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”
“Okay, thanks
Brian,” I sniffled, wiping my eyes.
“Bye, Nick.”
“Bye.” I
pushed the round gray button, the beep signaling the phone call was over. I
dropped the phone onto the floor, lying there, shielding my eyes as I wept,
alone, still naked, and now somewhat cold. I reached beside me and pulled the
comforter over top of me, trying to warm up, and calm down. “Why do these
things keep happening to me?” I softly spoke, my cries muffled from the
comforter blocking my mouth. “I don’t deserve this. What’d I do? Just, God, please
tell me, what did I do? Who did I wrong? Why are You doing this to me? Why do
You hate me?” My body shook with the cries that I could no longer keep
hidden.
Within a few
moments of wallowing in self pity, I heard Brian’s voice. “Nick? Where’re you at
buddy?”
“Here,” I
called.
I saw his head
peek around the corner. “Hey, are you all right?”
“I’m lying
here, crying, naked, cold, alone, and scared...what do you think?” I
growled.
“How’d you
manage this one?”
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