Saturday, February 2, 2008

Wheelchair bound Nicole

Nicole was a pop star. One of those pop starts that appear out of the blue, good looking, good voice and get out a hit or two every year that climb very high in charts. Nicole was the dream of every man, which partailly explains her success: tall, long black hair and huge breats. Yes, huge breasts, one of the reason people noticed her.
I knew Nicole far before being a star. We grow up togheter, I even got to kiss her cheecks in second grade, but the she moved away in the city and never see her again in person. Just on TV and covers. I bought every album of her and being to some concerts, but I don't think she noticed me. She was to busy being a star and I actually like watching her. As I said, Nicole was gorgeus.
Until two years ago. She was returning home from the sea side, with her manager (who was in the same time his lover) and they had a terrible car crash. Her boyfriend died instantly and she was taken to the hospital, badly injured. Her legs were so badly damaged that they had to be amputated right away.
In a few month, Nicole recoverd, but her carrier was doomed. Without legs, she could not danec anymore or go to concerts. No magazine will ever put her on cover so she slowly fade away from public attention, as press and tv found another hot chicks to focus to. Of course, Nicole appeared in the media imediatly after the accident. Her crash was an event, but after that, she became more and more alone. All her friends dissapeard and eventually he moved back to her native town, living with her mom, far away from the city.
Then I knew that I can finally have her. When I got bored of care for a quad, I've dumped Irene and starting to act on Nicole. I just bought a big flower bouqet and go to her door. I knocked, her mother answered.
"Carl?" she asked amazed. "What a pleasure to see you!"
"Is Nicole home, I asked, may I see her?"
"Oh, but off course..." she let me in, still shocked, as we havnt' seen each other for some time. Nicole honey, you have a visitor! Come Carl, Nicole is in her room". We had to her room, my heart beating to get out of my chest. I will finally meet Nicole, the dream of so many other man, the pop star, the one and only Nicole. I could no believe that I'm heading to Nicole's bedroom, once a pop star, now a vulnerable and helpless but incredible sexy girl.
There she was. More beautiful than I imagine, even more gorgeus that I've seen on TV. She had a blue shirt, from which her breasts' shape could be seen very well. The black curly hair, very long and shiny, covered her shoulders and faling on her back in curly waves. Her short leg stumps were barely visible, as she wear special tailored silk trousers folded under. You can almost say that her boobs are bigger than her leg stumps. I stare at her, as she is wheeling towards me. I can barely say hi, seeing such a beauty goddess, punished in such a way. She looked up at me and said in a low, warm, almost sick voice, trying to smile:
"Hello Carl. Nice to see you again."

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Eve of a new life

I woke up early. Already, someone was in my kitchen, as coffee can be sense in the air, up to my bedroom. I could not move out of bed, and even if I tried, it would get me further. Usually, by now, Alex was all dressed up, helping me going to bathroom, feeding me and finally dressing me and leaving me in my powerchair, as he was going to his job. Julie used to come after a few hours, but at least I was all set up and capable of moving using the powerchair.
Now I just have to look to my pillow until someone, a stranger would come and help me.
"My name is Eve, she said, and I understand you are Irene"
"Nice to meet you" I said and tried a hand-to-limb handshake with my new nurse. She was pretty confused by my intention, but finally shakes my limb.
"You must excuse me, I'm new at this"
Eve looked young, maybe 23-25 years old. Out from the school maybe and I'm her first assignment. Great... But she looked nice. Though you cannot be a caretaker without being a nice person.
"What would you like to do next, Irene, the coffee is ready"
"Uhm, let's try the bathroom"
"Ok, sure" she said. She took the chair close to my bed and helped me transfer. She wasn't as strong as Alex, this was obvious from the beginning. Eve pushed the chair to the bathroom, where she helped my with all the stuff there.
I don't know if Julie told Eve about Alex, but Eve didn't mention anything about it and I surely didn't want to talk about it.
Eve seems nice, we spend the whole day together. She cooked, takes care of me all day long and helped her, in my way, of preparing a room just for her, so she could move in from the next days. In the evening, she wanted to go in a club and have a drink together, but I kindly declined. I wasn't ready for this, I wasn't ready to get out in public. Not because I was ashamed of displaying my limbless quad body in the public, because I've done that before, but because I don't want to see any man, at least for a few days. I miss Alex and I miss the time we spend together. This day was the longest day I've lived in a long time. Eve is a nice company and she tries to be a friend, but for the time being, she is just a paid caretaker.
I'm naked in the tub and Eve is using the shower on my back. The water is hot and I like that. Drops of water unite and form a mini river that flows down my spine, between my ass. I'm so glad that my spine was not hurt during the accident that left me a quad... I don't have any limbs, but at least I can feel my pussy when needed, I don't wear diapers and my ass hurts when I rub it against the floor, when trying to move around without the chair. Being quad is not funny, but at least is better than being paraplegic.
Eve moves the shower and now the valley formed by my two breasts is flooded also. Eve was milling while I contemplate the water flowing on my limbless body. For the first time, she could see my naked. She could se my two asymmetrical leg stumps, with very few scars on them. She could see the roundness of my arm stump, also, very nicely amputated, without any repulsive scars on them. She never saw an amputee before and now she has to bath me, a quad amputee. I liked when she took the soap, rubbed it against his hands and then rubbed my skin with her slippery hands. She touch my neck, then went down on my back, then my chest and, oh yes, my breasts in her hands, my nipples al soapy, rubbed by her soft hands. Next, my belly, my amputated hands. Then I stood up (though it's funny to refer as standing up to what I did: just placing my leg stumps vertical under me, so that I was a few inches taller, al my weight being placed in my left, longer, stump with the right one just hanging in there, waiting to be touch) and she rubbed my limbs, my pussy and finally my ass. Another shower wave, to remove all the bubbles and I felt clean again.
The chair was there, with a towel waiting for me. Eve lift my limbless body out of the tub and place me on the towel from the chair. I wasn't so heavy, not having any legs, though I've gained some weight since the accident. Sitting all day on my but, being carried here and there is not much of an activity...
All covered up in the huge towel, Eve pushed my wheelchair in the bedroom. She laid me down on the bed and uncovered the towel, while cleaning the water droplets out of my crippled body. I've noticed the hesitation when he rubbed my stumps, as she was afraid it was painful.
"You're doing great" I said, smiling. I felt that Eve needed this. She smiled back and reached for my bra and pants.
This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.