Wheelchair Girl

Stunned, she watched him close the curtains. What a hunk; she'd been attracted the second she saw him. And in her miserable contrariness, went to work to drive him away so she wouldn't end up heartbroken when he ignored the girl in the wheelchair. But he wouldn't stop his not ignoring her in the face of her attempts to drive him away, and he was right. A last hurrah WAS supposed to be fun, living life to the fullest. He seemed willing, despite her circumstances. Her deliberate bitchiness hadn't fooled him one bit. He was a genuinely nice guy, she realized, who had obviously given a lot of thought to her needs. Could she trust him? She thought so!

She held the bathing suit up for inspection. Oh my! There was a whole lot less material than her usual choices. But what the hell! It wasn't like her gravestone was going to have a flashing arrow with a sign saying, 'the slut is buried here.'

It fit her to a 'T.' Determined to give him her best presentation, she slid off the sunbed wincing at the agony in her feet and struck a pose.

"You can open the curtains."

Jamie would always treasure her memories of the moment when Cory's jaw dropped at the sight of her. Shivers ran through her body at his whispered, "Beautiful!" Arousal flared. It had been so long since someone had looked at her that way. They stared at each other, almost dumbfounded. Then somehow, she was wrapped up in his strong arms, their mouths devouring each other.

"Oh my God, that was...!"

"Awesome," she finished the thought for him, their foreheads pressed together, gazing into each other's eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...!"

"Don't you dare apologize, MISTER!"

He caught her wince of pain. "Are you okay?"

"My feet!"

Cory easily lifted her back onto the sunbed. "So, swimming?"

"I need to put my hair into a ponytail." She grabbed her bag and started fishing around in it.

"Any chance you got a shark whistle in there?"

"Huh?" She stopped rooting around and eyed him. "What the hell is a shark whistle?"

"Oh, nothing, just a random thought," he innocently offered.

Cory carried her out to the water using his sandals on the hot sand. They had a blast for the rest of the morning talking, tanning and swimming. Approaching lunch, they figured they'd had enough of the hot tropical sun for the day and headed for the hotel.

During a lull in the conversation, while they enjoyed their lunches, she confessed.

"My kidneys!"

"Your kidneys?'

"Mmm, yes. I have chronic kidney disease. They've been declining for the last few years, and they're barely functioning now. I've been offered dialysis, but I don't want to live a life like that. I'm tired all the time; painful feet can be a side-effect, and mine are bad. You saw one of my vomiting sessions. I'm getting skinny cause I have a hard time keeping food down. I'm way down the transplant list, and my Doc told me it's unlikely I'll get one. I've decided not to do the dialysis. Doc figures it'll catch up with me in about five to six months, and that'll be it."

"What would happen if you took the dialysis?"

"Maybe I'd live another four or five years. I'd have to go for dialysis three or four times a week, taking a good half day each time."

Cory whistled. "That's not much of a choice either way, is it?"

"No, it's not. If I chose treatment, that would give me a better chance at a transplant, but the quality of life is the shits. If I don't get a new kidney, I've suffered all that time for nothing. That's why I decided to let nature take its course."

"Is it what you really want?" he asked.

She nodded.

He tried to accept that, but it disturbed him to the core.

She yawned, and he could see she was tired.

"Did you want to have a nap before we try the dancing?"

"If you wouldn't mind. About an hour, okay?"

"I'll be in the bar." He watched her wheel off. Amazingly, he'd enjoyed the hell out of this morning with her. It's shocking, really, when he thought about how it all started. She'd been stunning in that bathing suit. And that kiss...scorching. He could still taste her searing lips on his. Hopefully, there'd be more. He had some feelings for her, he realized. Could there be four to five years with her, or would it all be too hurtful for both? She'd told him some things, but he didn't have enough information.

He headed into the bar pulling his Kindle out. It was time to do some research.

He knew a whole lot more by the time she showed back up, looking tousled and sleepy. Enough information to realize there were many variations to the disease, and he needed to know more. He'd have to take it easy, though. He didn't want to come off as giving her the third degree.

They watched various videos showing wheelchair dancing, deciding which moves they could master and which were too hard. After a couple of hours practising, good-naturedly laughing together at their silly mistakes, they felt they had at least three variations they could use depending on the type of music.

Arriving back upstairs, Cory unlocked his door and wheeled her in. He saw her body tense momentarily but then relax. Good, she was going with the flow.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"I could eat."

"Pizza?" he asked, thumbing through the local advertisements in the room's instruction booklet, getting ready to make a call.

"Oh yeah," she enthused, "stuffed crust, double pepperoni, double sausage, green peppers and onions."

She couldn't miss the clatter of his phone hitting the tile floor or his shocked stare of disbelief.

"What?"

"That's exactly what I would have ordered!"

"Well, if it tastes good...," she offered.

"...It tastes good!" they finished together, staring at each other in surprise.

"I've said that many times over the years," Cory confessed.

"Me too!" Jamie answered.

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her about his dream last night. The weirdness of it was frozen in his head. For some crazy reason, he momentarily wondered if there was any truth to the idea of lovers in a past life coming together again.

While waiting for the pizza, they talked about growing up getting to know each other. Jamie shared that her father had died when she was young. She had no memories of him, just pictures and some stories from her mom. Cory shared that he had been adopted. He had no idea who his real parents were. But he was happy with his adopted family. He confessed his childhood had been awesome growing up.

With the piping hot pizza sitting in front of them, Cory passed her a piece and got one for himself. He was taking a bite when his brain twitched. Automatically, he reached into the box and handed her a seasoning packet.

Her surprise was evident. "How did you know I was going to ask for that?"

"For what?" was his puzzled response.

"The seasonings!"

"I...don't know," he whispered, staring at the packet in her hand. "Did I give that to you? I don't even remember passing it over!"

"Oh!" That thought held Jamie while she finished her first piece. Their unexplained connection seemed so weird, along with her instant attraction to him at the airport. She had to admit his persistence was amazing, and yet he wasn't pushy. He'd simply walked right past her defences and fit himself into her life like he'd always been there. And that kiss. Whoa! She'd never been kissed like that or experienced the feelings she'd felt while their lips were connected. With a sudden certain conviction, she understood there was something more here.

That helped her make her mind up.

Hissing at the blazing pain from her feet, she stood and took him by the hand, leading him over to the bed. Pushing him down, she grasped his shorts and stripped him.

"Ahhh?"

"Shh," she told him, taking a moment to admire his body. She'd jilled off to enough porn videos to know what he was packing was respectable. Painfully hobbling over to the pizza box, she took another slice then grabbed the seasoning packet again. She had an idea as she climbed up next to him on the bed.

One stroke of her hand had his dick aiming for the stars. She wrapped the hot pizza around his cock. Perfect. The sharp little pizza tip tucked neatly into his frenulum where she knew guys were uber-sensitive. Cory moaned at the feeling of hot cheese and meat surrounding him. She sprinkled some of the seasonings over top and started licking around his head before sucking it into her warm mouth. She almost burst out laughing when his hips bucked upward, trying to stuff his dick and that entire piece of pizza into her mouth. Ambitious as he was, that was so not happening!

She soon had his hips writhing all over the bed.

Giggling at his need, she teasingly nibbled around the lips of his glans, then took her first small bite of the pizza, eagerly licking off the grease from the newly exposed area of his cock. She kept going until she felt him go iron-hard, then plunged her mouth down over the top, greedily drinking down his spurting seed.

With his sperm warmly nestled in her belly, she went right back to work licking, sucking and nibbling on her pizza dick. Working the food into her tummy until he served her a second warm creamy dessert that she gratefully swallowed.

With the pizza gone, she sucked his wilting cock into her mouth, savouring the warm softness and taste, chasing the remains of the cheese, grease and tomato sauce. She traced little rivulets of the grease and tomato sauce down his balls, suckling each until they were squeaky clean. Cory's hand was stroking her hair, relaxing her, making her feel loved and wanted.

Finally, she pushed up and grinned down at him.

Cory cracked an eye open and smiled at her. "That was the most incredible blow job I've ever had," he confessed. "Where did you get that idea?"

"I don't know. I've never given a blowjob before. I've seen videos but never anything like that. It just popped into my head!"

"Back at ya!" he said to her startled squawk when he flipped her over on her back. Clothes went flying, and then he dove in.

Jamie finally surrendered after her fifth orgasm, screaming in ecstasy as she tried to stuff his head and wicked tongue into her pussy.

Cory could see she was exhausted. He pulled the sheet up over them and pulled her to him. Amazingly, they folded into a spoon position like they'd been doing it for years. There wasn't the slightest hesitation; arms and legs seemed to know just where to go.

He listened to her breathing gradually slow until it was soft and even.

Finally, with a sigh, he felt her body relax into sleep. She softly murmured something. A stunned Cory bolted upright, startling her awake. "What? What did you say?"

"I don't know; I was dozing off. What did I say?"

"It sounded like, 'together again'!"

"I don't remember that!"

"I'm sure that's what it was." He figured it was time to share that weird dream he'd had.

"Last night, I had the weirdest dream. You'd lost control of your wheelchair on a steep hill. I was trying to catch you and missing each time by fractions of an inch. You kept turning back to me, arms outstretched and crying, 'don't you remember us? How could you forget me? Don't let them take me!' I had that dream multiple times last night! And now you just said, 'together again."

"That is strange! I know I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since I saw you at the airport. It was an instant attraction. What do you make of it?"

"I've had the bizarre thought that maybe you and I were lovers in a past life. Even when you were being rude, I kept wanting to succour you."

She rolled over and faced him. Pulling his head back down on the pillow, she stared into his eyes. "You have succoured me, Cory. I feel good for the first time in years. Thank you for that." Her lips found his, and they shared another mind-boggling kiss.

Cory could see she was spent, emotionally drained and struggling to stay awake. "Let's talk about it in the morning," he offered.

"Mmm," she agreed, and then she was gone.

Cory watched her face in sleepy repose for a while, his mind troubled. Lovers in a past life? That seemed so out there in left field. Really, how could it be? He had to admit things were happening that seemed to defy any reasonable explanation. But that? It seemed impossible. Still troubled, he finally drifted off to sleep.

**********

Jamie woke up first, staring at the ceiling, having no idea where she was. She looked over and spotted Cory's face; the previous night came flooding back to her. Her first reaction was embarrassment, but then she thought about how good Cory made her feel. It made her shiver, her skin all tingly. A warm liquidy feeling in her vagina suggested that maybe she wasn't averse to a repeat.

She eyed the tented sheet. Morning wood, she figured. She'd only had sex once before, a short pathetic tumble in the back seat of a car. Her date came in thirty seconds flat, thanked her, and then drove her straight home. They never spoke again. Her sickness had taken over shortly after, and she'd discovered that girls in wheelchairs don't get dates. Nor did they keep friends. Gradually, everyone drifted away until she found herself alone. Last night had been an absolute revelation to her. It beat jilling off by a mile! And she had to admit, she felt great. Those endorphins had been a good thing for her body.

She eyed that tented temptation again. Maybe, just maybe, she could...she decided to throw caution to the wind. Gently pulling the sheet down, she felt her breath hitch at the sight of his iron-hard morning erection standing proud. Carefully straddling Cory, she used two fingers to part her lips and nestled that bell end into the gap. With a hiss of breath, she allowed her weight to drive herself down, sinking until their pubic hairs were entwined together.

She had him, so deep in her belly she almost felt sick with delight. Hitching up again, she slid back down, giggling when she caught Cory's eyes flashing open, a confused look on his face.

"Whaahhh?" was his intelligent response. That set off a fit of giggles in her.

Those giggles didn't last long. Cory, the sneaky cheat, pulled her down into one of those scorching kisses again. How was she supposed to resist that?

She'd have to..., "Whoahhh!"

In an act of gymnastics that she couldn't even fathom, Cory had flipped them over, taking ownership of her pussy while her legs shot straight for heaven in a V of surrender. Not that she wasn't a participant, no, she was acutely aware someone was screaming their damn fool head off and was shocked to realize it was her. Hips pounded at hips while thighs slapped eagerly together until they locked up while his seed spurted down into her eager womb.

Two hours later, they fell apart, Jamie unable to get even a twitch out of her frazzled new toy. Looking at Cory, she had to laugh. He had a goofy look on his face, tongue clenched between his teeth sticking out slightly. She snuggled under his chin. "Good?" she asked.

"Best ever," he admitted, pulling her close. "Happy Valentine's Day," he reminded her. "That was a wonderful way to wake up!" He felt her tense up!

Oh yeah, that thought hadn't even crossed her mind. It was Valentine's Day, and Cory was the closest thing to a relationship she'd had in years. Suddenly, she felt vulnerable and started to pull away. Wheelchair girls never got to be happy!

Instead, berating herself mentally, she grabbed hold of her jittery nerves. For once, she'd be honest and not the contrary bitch she'd become. She'd deal with the hurt later if that's how things went down.

She relaxed back into his arms. "You're my first Valentine in years," she confessed. "I'd given up on the idea. So, thank you for seeing past my defences and Happy Valentine's Day to you too.

Worn out and tired, she snuggled in and drifted off.

************

The hotel had been adamant in their confirmation letter that while dressing up was allowed, the dress would be beach casual for Valentine. That way people didn't have to carry extra clothes while travelling. Most couples showed up dressed casually, although a couple of women couldn't seem to resist dressing to the nines. They looked completely out of place.

Dinner was delicious, and Jamie resisted comment when Cory passed her the salt and pepper just before she asked. He didn't notice when she mindlessly handed him the pepper back without being asked to sprinkle on his mashed potatoes.

It was inexplicable!

All the exercise and endorphins left her starving, and she was able to stuff herself like she hadn't eaten in years.

The comedy show after had the audience in stitches. She couldn't remember when she had laughed that much before. Cory had moved his chair beside her and held her hand while they cuddled together. The evening was turning into bliss for her.

After the comedy wrapped up, the music started. People seemed startled, then intrigued when they moved out onto the floor with her wheelchair. It wasn't long before they were in the middle of a circle of dancers watching the wheelchair dance. They clapped and cheered after. Then left them lots of space on the dance floor. After three songs, Cory and Jamie took a break. On the way back, the people at the table beside them followed them and asked if they'd like to join them. They moved their tables together and introduced themselves to each other. It wasn't long before they were joined by others, a group of people dancing, talking and drinking. Jamie was stoked. It had been so long since she'd been part of a social gathering and basked in the acceptance.

A couple of husbands asked her to dance and tried to replicate some of the moves they'd seen. Of course, they screwed up, and all had a good laugh at the antics.

The inevitable hen party decided it was washroom time. One of the girls grabbed Jamie's wheelchair and wheeled her along with them.

They all chattered while repairing their warpaint in front of the mirror until the question came up that Jamie was dreading.

"How long have you two been together?" one of the girls asked.

Jamie thought about lying, but that would be too easy to catch them out. "We met yesterday. It's just a holiday fling."

"Holiday fling, my ass, Girl," one of them scoffed, "that man hasn't given any other woman in the room a second look. He only has eyes for you. And you for him. Time to start wedding plans, I think."

The others nodded in agreement.

"But we barely know each other," Jamie whined. No way was she going to lay her decision to let herself die on these people.

Another girl piped up, "You two are joined at the hip; I've never seen two people so in tune with each other. I watched you hand him a fork. You weren't even watching him when you took one off the table and handed it over to him when he dropped his. His fork hadn't even hit the floor yet. It was like you knew he'd dropped it before he even knew, and he knew you were passing him another. Neither of you was even looking at each other. It was the spookiest thing I think I've ever seen."

Jamie had a vague memory of that fork and felt she had to confess, "There's been a few things like that. Cory has the idea that maybe we were lovers in a past life. It seems so weird, but there have been hard to explain things happen."

The same girl that brought up the fork spoke, "I'd have laughed if you brought that up before. But after what I saw, I think he's on to something. You two belong together." She stopped and thought for a moment. "Lovers in a past life, how fucking cool is THAT!" she beamed. "I may have to divorce my klutz and go look for mine."

They all chuckled at that. Still, it was a more thoughtful group that headed back to the table.

The rest of the evening was a blast. Cory and Jamie tumbled into bed, barely able to tear their clothes off; they were so tired. Their bodies seemed to spoon into each other without effort. They were just dropping off to sleep when Jamie trilled like her mouth was full of liquid, "Kontan."