by Pepper Pace
Robin’s body began to shake, electrical shocks threading between her thighs and causing her to groan along with him. He stopped abruptly, lowering his hand.
“I-I need to sit down.”
“Are you having a seizure?” She asked in alarm.
“No, but my legs…”
“Okay.” She hurried for his chair and his legs practically buckled beneath him as soon as she had it in position. His face was flushed and his hair was sticking to his wet forehead. She could see the evidence of his arousal and this time it was his green eyes that were heavily lidded as he watched her.
She crouched down in front of him, her own green/grey eyes just as heavily lidded. She placed her hands on both of his knees.
“Robin…” He warned. His back arched suddenly and he gasped; she touched him and his body reacted without his control. Her hands glided sensually up his thighs and beneath his shirt. Jason’s head fell back and he groaned loudly and bit his lip. Robin’s fingers continued up his goose pimpled flesh until they reached the rounds of his flat aureoles with their miniscule bead of nipple. His hands gripped her wrist, holding her in place. She didn’t mind; her brain was now a heat seeking missile that seemed connected to the throbbing at her core. She leaned forward and placed her lips on his belly.
His body jerked and he cried out as if he were in pain. She was used to his body jerks and pulls but suddenly it was magnified. It wasn’t a seizure, it was just his Cerebral Palsy going haywire. Robin understood that his skin was hyper sensitive and she knew that even something that felt good could be too much.
So she backed off. She closed her eyes and placed her head on his chest, still crouched their between his legs. She slipped her hands around his jerking body and held him for as long as it took for him to calm down; which was a few minutes. Eventually his hands were able to stroke her hair and back.
“I’m sorry.” He said with a voice about as slurred as she’d ever heard it.
She looked up. “You’re okay, Jason, really. I just like…” She stood up and rubbed her hands together nervously.
“Like…what?” He asked, half sprawled in his chair.
“I just like being next to you.”
Jason stared at her, he still wasn’t completely free of the muscle jerks but it was much better than it had been. “Will you sing something for me, Sweetheart? Something old and…relaxing?” He was holding his hand out to her.
She nodded and then moved to take his hand. He lightly pulled her into his arms and onto his lap. She snuggled there, nestling her head against his shoulder and neck. He lightly stroked the back of her hand. She began singing a song that was so low that it was practically a whisper, but he could hear every nuance of her lovely voice. It was an old Phoebe Snow song called Poetry Man that was older than her by like twenty years. When she got to the end of it his muscles were calm again—at least as calm as he ever got. He was stroking her arm and his eyes were closed.
“I…love you, Robin.” He whispered.
She began to tremble. He gripped her and held her. Eventually she calmed. “I love you too.” She whispered back. He reached up and traced the trail of tears on her cheeks.
Chapter 27
It was Friday; the day she had dreaded all week. She was torn between wanting to see Jason work his magic as a DJ, and not wanting to be at a party with people she didn’t know. She’d gotten a taste of his DJing skills as he practiced throughout the week...of course, between sharing kisses with her. Watching him actually pulling beats from other songs or creating his own—and then making it into a remarkable song, was still unbelievable to her.
Robin sat on the edge of her bed feeling in turmoil, and then suddenly, felt herself smiling as she thought about this man that she loved. How did love happen so quickly? She wanted to share it with someone but didn’t have any friends to talk to about it with. She wanted to talk to her Mom and ask her questions about how she’d felt being in love with Daddy. But at the same time she didn’t want to share Jason with her because then Mom might do and say something to deflate her bubble and she didn’t want that.
With a sigh she dressed and prepared to leave. She slipped on jeans and a sweater. She would change when she returned in the evening. As she drove to Jason’s she was anxious to see him but not so anxious to see his mother.
When she got to the door, it was Jason that answered and not Mrs. Hamilton. For the first time this week he was sitting in his wheelchair instead of standing at the door for her. She had taken his braces and hidden them in her trunk from his mother.
She was about to make a comment about it when he suddenly reached out and gripped her hand, pulling her down to his lap. Once she was settled in her most favorite seat in the world, he kissed her sensually. Robin pulled back in alarm.
“Your Mother!” She whispered. He just grinned.
“I told Mom to come tomorrow instead of today.”
“Ahhh.” She relaxed in his arms.
“Yeah, I didn’t want her to ruin our fun before the party.” He absently stroked her thigh as he talked. “I hope this doesn’t backfire on me. My Mom originally used to come on Saturdays. But then she would spend the entire day.” He chuckled. I’d be waiting for her to leave and she’d be there until dark. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate my Mom but…I don’t want to spend all day with her. So I devised an excuse for her to only come on Fridays because even if she stayed until night, I didn’t have to see her for half the day”
“I know the feeling, believe me. My Mom…well she’s all I have now-”
“You have me, Sweetheart.”
“Mmmm.” She pressed her nose lightly to his. “Say that again…”
“You’re mine and I’m yours.”
Those simple words made her heart beat mercilessly. She stood up and his brow rose.
“Where are you going?”
“Out to the car to get your braces and crutches. I want you standing.” She hurried outside to get the braces from the car. But when she returned to the apartment she didn’t see him. She went to the kitchen and then the bedroom where she saw that he’d pulled himself up onto his neatly made bed and was struggling to unfasten his pants.
“Aw. I’d have helped you.” She hurried to the bed and unfastened the button on his pants.
“Damned hands!” He said in annoyance. He just lay there and stared at the ceiling.
“Are you okay?”
“I just want to use my fucking hands,” he snapped. His eyes shifted to hers. “And I want my girlfriend to be able to touch me…and I not get all SPAZZED out!” Her body warmed at the use of the word ‘girlfriend’. It was the first time he’d used it; it was the first time ANYONE had used it in connection with her! It made her feel so good that she wanted to do the Snoopy dance and sing ‘I’m his girlfriend’ over and over!
But she didn’t like seeing him upset about something that he couldn’t control. Robin lay down next to him and placed her head on his shoulder, her arm snaked across his body. His hand slowly came up to rest on her shoulder but he continued to stare at the ceiling, the look of misery still present on his handsome face. She had not known that he felt so deeply about it. If only he could understand how happy she was about everything…
“It makes me feel so wonderful that my touch…my hands on you sends you off. No one else does that to you, do they?”
He looked over at her. “No. No one.”
“That makes me feel special.” Her hand moved to his groin. “And if you can’t do this then I’ll do it for you…” Her fingers lightly grazed the denim material. She saw the sudden rise and fall of Jason’s chest as she let her fingers grip the zipper and tug it down.
His eyes blinked slowly as he stared down at her hands, his lashes casting dusky shadows on his cheeks. She suddenly untangled herself from him and began to undo the buttons on her sweater.
“Robin! What are you doing?”
When her sweater was completely unbuttoned she pushed the material open so that she lay
naked from the waist up except for her bra. Jason sat up on his elbows and stared at the exposed flesh of her body.
“Touch me Top.” She whispered.
Jason’s mouth felt dry. He had, thus far, been content to hold Robin on his lap. To touch his lips with hers and to feel her responsive kiss was thrill in itself for him. And when she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him or placed her head on his chest so that they could snuggle, there did not seem to be anything that could top the feeling of joy, peace and acceptance that he experienced. Certainly, the ensuing erection lent testimony that he desired more…but Jason was also content with what he had.
Yet for her to lay there with her clothes opened and an invitation for him to explore her, sent him to a place that wasn’t spastic at all, but calm as he considered what she offered him. Jason allowed his fingertips to gently stroke her belly.
Robin reflexively shivered at the soft touch. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling that his touch was stirring up inside of her. She felt his hands move to the swell of her breast where he traced a gentle trail down her cleavage.
Jason saw her swallow. He watched her face and the way that her eyes were nervously closed. He could touch any part of her body that he wanted; the invitation was out there, but it was the line of her nose that he traced, down to the cleft beneath it, then over her full lips. She was so beautiful. His heart swelled with joy that she was his; that she had connected herself to him. He kissed her lips gently. And then he closed her sweater.
She opened her eyes and looked at him curiously.
“I will take you up on that invitation… but not now.”
She nodded shyly and then quickly buttoned her sweater. Not knowing what else to say she grabbed the braces.
“Okay, let’s get these on you so that we can get you to the toilet.” She sat up and maneuvered his pants down over his hips and down his legs. He sat up and watched her as she did this. “So…are you going to need help?”
“I can do it. With the crutches I shouldn’t fall.”
She gave him a doubtful look. “You’re still pretty wobbly on them. I’ll just go in and make sure you don’t fall.”
He shrugged and walked himself into the bathroom. He used a crutch to lift the toilet seat and then he reached into his pants and pulled out his penis. Robin peeked. She couldn’t help it! She was curious. Of course she knew what a penis looked like; she’d helped pee a man, and wash a man but she didn’t actually know what his looked like. So she peeked.
In Jason’s fist was a big fat monster penis. He held it aimed at the toilet bowl but nothing happened. He held his breath and then glanced at her. She fought not to retreat in fear and embarrassment and met his eyes. He glanced at his penis again, took a deep breath and held it again.
“Performance anxiety?” She offered, trying to keep her voice light so that she would sound cool and not like a shaky virgin that was mesmerized by the sight of him.
“No. It’s too hard.” Instead of showing her ignorance of the subject matter, Robin decided to keep further questions to herself.
“Um…shall I run the water?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Tell me something…gross. Something that will make it…soft.”
“Let’s see. Well, this is kind of gross. Once I got bit by a brown recluse spider. The skin got all rotted around the bite; it hurt too. It swelled up like you wouldn’t believe and I got sick; for about two weeks. When I got better or when I thought I was better I woke up one morning to find little baby spiders coming out of the swelling.”
“Okay. That’s gross, Robin.” A stream of pee finally hit the toilet bowl.
When he was finished she reached over and flushed the toilet. “I made that up.”
“You’re good.” She watched him tuck his penis back into his shorts. It had shrunk a bit, but was still very impressive, indeed. She almost wanted to dig her hands into his shorts and-
“Okay, button me, Sweetheart.”
She jumped to it, pulling herself from her fantasy. She could see evidence of his arousal and was just happy that he couldn’t see evidence of hers.
***
Accompanying her boyfriend to classes was slightly different than accompanying her client. They stared at each other a lot and fantasized about kissing. He called her babe or Sweetheart…and he was much much more gentle with her.
Since it was Friday, they decided to hit a restaurant for lunch before physical therapy. At The Waffle House, they both ordered T-bone steaks and eggs. Robin made sure to slice his steak paper thin.
“Gosh, babe. Do you want me to be able to see the slices?” He joked. He munched a sliver of meat. “So are you going to get in the Jacuzzi with me today?”
She stopped midway between forking eggs into her mouth. “No.”
“Yes! I want to see you in a bathing suit.”
She sighed. He was like a broken record. “Jason…I’m too fat for a bathing suit.” She finally admitted.
“Fat? Is that the problem?!” His eyes bugged at her. “Robin…you’re perfect.” She was curvaceous; that’s all he saw.
She blushed. “Yeah, well thanks but I’m not wearing a bathing suit.”
“I’ve already seen you in your bra…it’s not that different.” Two guys turned and looked at them in surprise. Robin ducked her head.
After lunch they headed to Rehab. He didn’t bring up the Jacuzzi anymore, and went to the locker to change into athletic shorts. When he returned, Robin’s eyes scanned his broad freckled chest. She really wanted to run her hands over his muscles. It wouldn’t be so bad to be in the Jacuzzi with him. She shouldn’t be so shy about these things anymore. Jason was her boyfriend now and she trusted him. She promised herself that she’d Jacuzzi with him next week.
Once his chair was near the edge of the Jacuzzi and locked in place, he lowered himself to the floor and slipped into the warm water. He quickly positioned himself so that he was sitting facing her, and then dipped his head into the water. He fumbled with the jets and the controls while she took a deep breath committing herself to her decision.
“Next week I’ll…bring a bathing suit and join you.”
He grinned and moved over to where she was standing at the edge. “Roll up your pants leg and dip your legs in.” She didn’t have a problem with that and quickly did as he requested. Once her legs were in the warm water she sighed in contentment. Jason touched her feet gently. He began rubbing her ankles causing her to shiver. There was something very erotic about his simple touch. His hands slithered up her leg to massage her calf. He had a firm but gentle touch. Robin sighed; she’d never had anyone touch her like this before. She felt her nipples tighten and hoped Jason couldn’t tell. She peeked at him but he was staring at her shapely legs.
A man came into the room and entered the single Jacuzzi near them and Robin moved her feet and then splashed him playfully. He flashed her a grin.
“You shouldn’t have done that!” And he threw a handful of water at her. She gasped and jumped up. It hit her right in the face and water streamed from her hair and down her sweater. He covered his mouth and tried to hold back his laughter.
“Jason!” She wiped the water out of her eyes and glared at him.
“Oops, sorry.”
“You’re in trouble.” The guy from the other Jacuzzi said.
“Nah. She loves me.”
She tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t.