5. At Home



The ride home was quiet, as their car rides usually were. Heather was still basking in the glow of having her boyfriend defend her honor. The past boyfriends Carrie had disliked so much would have thought the scene in the bar was a huge joke. Their manners had been more along the Troy Davis school of thought. Very self-absorbed, very selfish people, they had seen Heather for what she could do for them. And she hadn’t known it could be different. She suspected it could be. It had been once for her, when she was seventeen and had fallen in love with a shy, sweet boy in her advanced math class. He had big brown eyes and the longest eyelashes she had ever seen. He was a year younger and she was his first serious girlfriend. She had discounted his sweetness and caring for her as inexperience and had never dated another guy like him after they broke up. She had gone away to school and they couldn’t maintain a long distance relationship. Still, the profession of his love for her he had written in her yearbook was one of her greatest treasures from her high school years. She had thrown out all of her yearbooks except that one.

She shook her head to chase away the bad feelings that started gnawing around the edges of her glow. She looked over at Kellan to bolster he happiness. He was lost in his own thoughts, watching the road. Shadows were broken by the occasional streetlight as they drove down the little country road that crossed the county. In the breaks of light, she stole glances at his handsome face. She imagined that he had been a sweet and shy high school boyfriend. She hadn’t seen pictures of him at that age. She hadn’t seen any photos of him except for the ones Carrie had. She smiled as she created pictures in her mind’s eye. That kept her pleasantly entertained for the remainder of the drive.



The apartment was dark and silent. Kyle was at his girlfriend’s apartment. Kellan was glad they would be alone. He didn’t want to talk to Kyle about what had happened in the bar. He wanted nothing more than to get ready for bed and enjoy Heather.

He wheeled into his bedroom. Heather followed, carrying his crutches.

“Do you mind if I take the bathroom first?” He asked her. “I should be ready by the time you have finished brushing your teeth.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” She teased, leaning the crutches against the wall by the bed.

“I will take that as a no.” He wheeled into the bathroom.

Heather kicked off her shoes and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She was wet just thinking abut riding him. In the 15 – 30 minutes it would take both of them to get washed up and ready, the Viagra he added to his nighttime regimen of pills would bring on a chemically-induced erection that she could touch with her hands and her tongue; that she could hold deep within her until they both reached climax. It wasn’t the same for him as it was for her. But they were both happy and spent when it was done. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the comforter, in the warmth of the room, in the warmth of being so close to someone else. She let her mind drift to the future. What would it be like to sleep in this bed every night and wake up beside Kellan every morning? Her smile was blissful and contented. It was right.



Kellan wasn’t entirely surprised to find Heather sleeping when he came out of the bathroom. It had been a long day and a longer night. But he would have to wake her. He watched her sleeping for a moment. She was so relaxed and her smile did not fade, even as she slept. She was turned on her side, toward his side of the bed, shiny strands of brown hair across her cheek. He brushed it away gently and kissed her just as gently on the skin he had just exposed.

“Wake up, beautiful. I have a present for you.” He whispered in her ear.

She turned over to face him and opened her eyes. “I would like to see that.”

“All in due time.” He brought his lips to hers and in moments their arms were wrapped around each other and they couldn’t get close enough. She slid off the bed onto his lap, kissing his mouth, his neck, nibbling his earlobes.

“I wanted to undress you.” She pouted, tracing the line of his collarbone with her tongue.

“My turn to undress you.” He moved his hands down her back and she shivered under his touch, anticipating him. He lifted the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head. She helped by wriggling out of it. He tossed it aside and unhooked and removed her bra, tossing that behind the sweater. She pressed against him, her full breasts warm and soft against the hard muscles of his chest. They both moaned and groped blindly at each other, each wanting to be in the other’s skin. He unbuttoned her skirt and she slid off his lap as he tugged it down her legs. She pulled off her tights and panties and stood before him naked. He reached out for her, pulling her to him, taking her left breast in his mouth, his hands squeezing and kneading the soft roundness of her ass.

Her breath was fast and hot. She held on to his shoulders, then ran her hands over his biceps, over the planes of his back, down his sides to the boxers he had left on. She tugged and he took his hands away from her long enough to push up in his chair so she could pull down his boxers. His penis sprang free, fully erect and ready for her. She pulled away from him, dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. She loved the way he filled her mouth, liked the feel of him against her tongue. He couldn’t feel what she was doing, but his eyes and her expression told him how much she was enjoying him and that sent a warm feeling though him. He watched as she worked him, wrapping his fingers in her hair. She moved to the side to kiss the skin of his left thigh where it showed between the straps of the braces.

“Leave them.” He pulled her up. “I want to be in you.”

“In the chair? With the braces on?” Her eyes looked almost drugged; she was intoxicated on nothing more than his taste and his touch.

“I want to watch your face as you cum. I want to hold you against me and feel your body’s reaction to me.”

She moved close, her knees against his, then she swung her left leg over the wheel of his chair and around his back. With her left hand on his shoulder, she guided him into her with her right hand as she swung her right leg over the other wheel of the chair. She slid down him until he was deep inside her and her gasp was not one he had heard before. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open in pleasure. He held her as she began to move against him, slowly at first and then faster as he helped lift her and bring her down again. Heather liked it hard, deep, and fast.

Her breathing sped up and her head arched back on her neck. He knew the look and he smiled then grimaced as she cried out and dug her nails into his back. She was pulled taut like a string stretched through her fixing her to the ceiling and the floor. Then she went limp against him, completely relaxed, like the string had been cut.

She nuzzled against him, her head resting on his shoulder, kissing his neck.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“My pleasure.” He held her close.

“How may I pleasure you?” She wanted to do something for him in return.

“Didn’t you hear me? You just did.” He stroked her back.

“I never thought it could be like this, Kellan.” She said into his neck. “I never thought I could love someone as completely as I love you.”

“I know.” He kissed her.

They stayed that way until her legs began to cramp and she had to get up to go to the bathroom.

Minutes later, he lay on his back in the bed, his arm encircling her shoulders, and she curled up beside him, her head on his chest and one leg across his. Sleep found them easily.


To be continued....