Harry and Amy: Chapter 5

Posted: August 10, 2005 - 12:02:19 am



Bill parked his car at the curb while Amy drove her car into the garage. Getting

out, he walked to the garage and watched her struggle to exit her car. It was a

complex process of swinging her legs out the door, getting the knees straight,

locking the braces, and then sliding out of her seat while positioning the

crutches so that she wouldn't fall over. He'd watched his father perform the

same actions thousands of times.

It was hard not to notice him watching her. Stepping away from the car, Amy

smiled over at him and said, "You should see me do that when I'm wearing a short

skirt."

Bill laughed considering the magnificent view it would give him. He said, "I'm

looking forward to seeing that some day."

"Pervert," she teased. The idea that he would be interested in looking beyond

the metal of her braces secretly thrilled her. She closed the door of the car

with a dull thump that echoed in the small garage.

His eyes traveled across her body. Her heavy shoes, the dusty blue jeans, the

dull shine of the metal braces, and her wrinkled sweatshirt presented a figure

that few would consider sexy. He didn't care what others might think, he thought

she was the sexiest woman he'd seen in a long time. Pretending to be insulted,

he protested, "It's not perversion to want to look upon loveliness."

"Black George is right. Your tongue is made of sugar," replied Amy with a laugh.

She made her way to his side and stopped when he didn't move out of her way.

The two of them looked at each other, each feeling awkward. Bill, thinking it

was time to make a move towards a good night kiss, broke the silence. "I've got

to get a hotel room and should probably go."

Licking her lips, Amy debated the wisdom of inviting him into her house. She

felt dirty and didn't want to ruin things, but she didn't want the evening to

end. Hoping that she wouldn't regret it, she asked, "Would you like to come in

for a cup of coffee?"

Bill noticed her slight hesitancy in asking him to stay for coffee. It made him

wonder if she was being honest about wanting him to stay. Smiling, he answered,

"I'd love to, but I'm not sure it would be a good idea."

Hurt by his hesitation, she asked, "Why?"

"Because I might not want to leave."

"Oh," she replied. She hadn't considered that possibility. The idea that he

might want to spend the night thrilled her, but she wasn't ready for the

relationship to develop to that point. 'Still, ' she thought, 'a little while

wouldn't hurt.' Softly, she said, "Please, come in."

"With pleasure."

Bill followed her into her house and then on to the kitchen. Once there, he

looked over at her. She was trying to fix her hair and get a glimpse of herself

in the toaster by using it as a mirror. Recognizing that she felt dirty and

uncomfortable, he said, "Why don't you let me make some coffee for you while you

freshen up?"

"Thanks, I think I'll take you up on that offer," she answered even as she

turned. She fled from the room as fast as her crutches allowed.

He watched as she disappeared around the corner with a smile on his face despite

the fact that it wasn't a graceful exit. She wasn't graceful. Her leg braces and

the crutches assured that she wouldn't ever be able to walk away in a sultry

manner that would grab the attention of most men. Despite that, he found her

beautiful. She had no idea how amazing she had appeared to him while sitting

around the fire pit. It was all he could do to keep from following her.

It was with little effort that he found everything necessary to brew a pot of

coffee. As he searched for the coffee filters, he noticed that only the lower

parts of her shelves were filled with items. It made sense since she couldn't

reach the top shelf despite the fact that she was a tall woman. Climbing on a

stool wasn't an option. It wasn't long before he had a pot of hot coffee. He

decided they would probably drink the coffee in the living room. Filling two

cups, he carried them out to the living room and set them on the coffee table

next to the couch on which he had spent the night.

He settled on the couch hoping she would choose to share the couch with him

rather than to sit in the other chair. Nervous, he took a sip of his coffee and

nearly burned his mouth on it. He set it back down on the coffee table. Unable

to relax, he stood and walked around the room checking out the paintings, the

books in the bookshelf, and the knick-knacks scattered around the room.

A noise behind him caused him to turn around. Amy entered the room dressed in

her fluffy pink robe. She had taken a bath and then put on her robe. She was

about to sit in her comfort chair when she noticed where he had placed her

coffee. Nervous as a schoolgirl, she changed her mind and went over to the

couch. She sat down taking care to hold her robe closed. Looking up at Bill, she

said, "I hope you don't mind that I'm wearing my robe. I didn't want to keep you

waiting while I dressed."

"I don't mind at all," Bill replied returning to the couch. As he sat down, he

smiled and added, "It reminds me of when we first met."

Amy giggled as she recalled that morning of almost four months earlier. As she

replayed her memory of that morning, she found she was blushing when she came to

the part where his erection slipped out from his boxers. To hide her

embarrassment, she grabbed her coffee and took a sip. It was warm, having cooled

while she had bathed. Getting herself under control, she said, "Oh yes. I

remember that morning very well."

They talked through the night unaware of the time passing. The conversation was

lively and without the kind of hesitation that often marred a first date. Each

took turns learning about the history of the other. They occasionally teased

each other, laughed at bad jokes, and discussed serious subjects.

Bill described how it was to grow up the child of a polio victim. He mentioned

the ignorance of people and how their fears had affected his life. He talked

about how people treated his father as if his crippled condition was contagious.

Amy scooted down the couch to sit closer to Bill. She understood his story,

having experienced similar treatment after her knees blew out on her.

Amy talked about the day when her life changed. One day she had been a young

pretty woman with her choice of boyfriends and the next day she was damaged

goods. Men stopped seeing an active young woman and saw a cripple. She had

thrown herself into her education and, upon graduation, her career. As she

talked, Bill moved closer to her and put an arm around her shoulder.

It wasn't until Bill noticed that it was light outside that they realized that

it was almost eight in the morning. By then, Amy was curled up beside Bill with

her head resting against his chest and his arm holding her close. Surprised to

see that the sun had risen, he said, "Wow, I didn't realize it was morning

already."

Looking at the daylight outside, Amy yawned realizing she was very tired. She

considered the time and realized it was too late for him to check into a hotel.

He'd have to wait until two in the afternoon before he'd be able to get a room.

She stared down at the couch and considered her options. She could invite him to

stay on the couch or invite him to share her bed. She knew which choice she

preferred.

"I don't think I'll be able to get a room at this time of day. Would you mind if

I stayed on the couch?" Bill asked after trying to suppress a yawn. The lack of

sleep came crashing down on him. He was afraid that he'd fall asleep trying to

drive to a hotel.

"No problem." Amy stood and started to head towards the closet to get some

sheets and blanket for him, but paused at the door. She was so tired that the

effort required seemed like it was just too much work for no real reason. She

turned and looked at Bill for a second wondering if she could trust him. Happy

Harry wouldn't have brought him to her if he represented any kind of danger. The

months of telephone conversations and e-mail exchanges had brought about a level

of trust that made her consider the impossible. Timidly, she said, "You could

share my bed if you promise to be good."

He hadn't even kissed her yet, but she was inviting him to her bed. Heart

beating in his chest, he said, "I promise."

Bill followed Amy to her bedroom. Once there, the pair stood nervously and, for

the first time that night, neither one of them knew what to say. Finally, Bill

broke the silence. "Maybe it would be better if I slept on the couch."

Rather than answer, Amy made her way to the bed and sat down. As she removed the

braces, she answered, "Don't be silly. We're both adults and can control

ourselves."

She was not as confident as she sounded. Her stomach fluttered as the first

brace hit the floor. Once the braces had been removed, she turned off the light

and removed her bathrobe while slipping under the covers of her bed. She hoped

that he wouldn't see anything while their eyes tried to adjust to the sudden

lack of light, but the room wasn't that dark. Bill blinked believing he had

caught a flash of her naked body before the sheet covered it.

Bill stood in the room, dressed and wondering what he should do next. His cock

had hardened while his imagination filled in details to what he had glimpsed. He

didn't want to expose his erection, but he was tired and needed sleep. Nervous,

and with fingers that didn't want to respond to his mental commands, he

undressed. He dropped his shirt beside the bed not seeing a place to set it. He

undid his belt and started to drop his pants before realizing at the last moment

that he had failed to remove his shoes.

It was too late to prevent his pants from dropping down to his knees. He penguin

walked to the edge of the bed while an amused Amy watched. It was hard to ignore

the bulge in his boxers. Sitting down, he pulled off his shoes and socks while

shaking his head at his stupidity.

Less than a five seconds after having removed his shoes, Bill was left wearing

his boxers and ready to get into the bed. At the last second, he recalled the

practice of bundling and chose not to slide between the sheets. Lifting the bed

cover, he slid into the bed atop the covering sheet. This put a sheet between

their bodies making if far more difficult for him to give into the temptations

that flitted through his mind.

Unaware of his choice, Amy reached over under the sheet and was surprised to

find it blocking her hand. Disappointment at having a barrier between them and

approval at his obvious concern for her modesty fought for supremacy within her

mind. Approval finally won out. Rather than comment on his chivalry, she said,

"Good night."

"Good night," he replied while staring up at the ceiling wondering if he should

kiss her goodnight. By the time he made up his mind, she was fast asleep.

It was late in the afternoon when Amy woke in the center of her bed spooned

against Bill. The sheet was pulled down to her waist although the bed cover was

up around her neck. Her nipples were hard little rocks. His hand rested on her

waist. His erection was pressed between the cheeks of her ass, contact prevented

by a thin sheet. She nestled harder against him and sighed. It was such a

delightful feeling to wake pressed against a male body.

She wrapped her hand over his and placed his hand on her bare breast. She held

it there as if she was afraid to let it go. She pressed it against her breast;

the pressure against her hard nipples sending chills through her body. Her lower

region became damp from anticipation of the consequences of her actions.

Bill woke, becoming aware of his surroundings in little stages. Realizing where

his hand was resting, he tried to pull his hand away from her breast hoping not

to wake her. She pulled his hand back to where it had been. As his awareness

moved down his body, he realized where his cock was nestled. Afraid that he had

moved across the bed in an act of unconscious aggression, he backed away and

found himself falling off the bed. Startled, he yelped.

Unable to deny that Bill was now awake, Amy turned to look over the edge of her

bed. Bill was sprawled out on the floor looking shocked. His boxers were tented

with a morning erection. She giggled and said, "Get back in bed."

He picked himself off the floor and stood up. His erection was quite obvious to

both of them. Flustered at the awkward situation, in which he had awakened, he

said, "I'm sorry. I was asleep and didn't know what I was doing."

She giggled at his evident discomfort knowing that she was the one who had taken

his hand and placed it against her breast. The tent in his boxers further

demonstrated his discomfort. She lifted the sheet for him to slide into the bed.

It wasn't until he had gotten into the bed when he realized a sheet was no

longer separating them.

Suddenly, the humor of the situation made itself obvious to him. He started

chuckling and said, "I've spent the night here twice and we've never even

kissed. We haven't even had a date."

Although she recognized his comment was humorous, she also knew that it was

true. She didn't want it to be true one minute longer. Amazed at the feelings

raging within her, Amy said, "Shut up and kiss me."

The kiss started tentatively, but it heated up very quickly. Their emotions,

fueled by the intimate conversation of the previous evening, shredded all

restraint. Lips parted so that tongues battled, shaking hands explored bodies,

and moans of desire filled the air. With his boxers pushed down to his knees,

Bill found that he was atop her with her legs parted in obvious invitation. As

his cock sought entry, the smallest sliver of restraint raised its ugly head.

"Are you protected?"

"No," she answered feeling the head of his hard cock pressed against her

entrance. Her stomach twisted at the thought of the consequences of her actions.

She wanted to deny him entry, but she wanted him even more. More than a decade

without the touch of a man made her defenseless to his caresses. Desire

overwhelmed common sense. "Don't let that stop you."

In the most difficult act of his life, Bill, rather than pressing forward, eased

down her body planting kisses as he went. When he reached the holy land, he took

a moment to appreciate the view and to enjoy the scent of her excitement. With a

smile, he extended his tongue and licked her swollen pussy. The taste was

exquisite and he threw himself into the act with total abandon.

Finding herself in the totally unexpected position of having a man's head

nestled between her legs and worshipping her pussy, Amy relaxed. She had never

experienced any man who would control his passion to protect her when she had

been weak. Trusting him, she gave herself over to the sensations created by his

tongue.

When his tongue touched her clit, she experienced the best orgasm of her life.

Unable to restrain her reaction, she gave voice to her pleasure. As her cries

echoed through the room, her hands grabbed the sheet. In her passion, she nearly

ripped the sheet from the bed. She collapsed onto the bed.

Upon recovering from her orgasm, years of denial of her sexuality crashed down

upon her like a sledgehammer. It was as though she was drowning in a tidal wave

of desire created by a decade of suppressed hopes and dreams. It was too much

for her. She burst out in tears and curled into a fetal position.

Bill found himself hugging a sobbing woman. Confused, he held her tight to his

chest and rocked her gently. Her total vulnerability tore at his heartstrings.

Years of dating women who were more interested in his wallet than the man who

carried it had made him cynical. Having watched her deal with the homeless men,

he knew she didn't care about the wealth of others. The previous evening had

breached his wall of cynicism and the bastion that was his heart had fallen

under the assault.

When Amy finally stopped crying, she said, "I'm so sorry."

"Hush," replied Bill as he hugged her. He didn't understand what had caused her

tears, but he wasn't going to let them take away the best thing he had ever

found in his life.

For a long ten minutes, they lay in bed with him hugging her. He enjoyed holding

her and she needed his embrace. Amy looked over at him and said, "You didn't

come."

"That's okay." His erection had disappeared as his concern for her grew. From

their discussion he understood that she had been lonely for a long time. It had

to be tough to live for so many years without hope for a meaningful

relationship. He guessed that her tears were a result of that rather than

anything he had done.

"No, it's not okay," she replied while her hand headed towards his lap.

"Relax, we have all the time in the world," Bill countered while wiping a tear

from her cheek. He felt close to this woman and didn't want to ruin the moment.

It wasn't to be. His stomach chose that moment to growl. It wasn't a polite

little noise, but a very demanding roar that was impossible to ignore. Any

chance of romance was killed.

Giggling, Amy said, "I'd say we better feed that monster in your belly before it

chooses to eat me in a more literal sense."

Unable to argue, Bill admitted to his hunger. Embarrassed by their nudity, the

pair made their way out of bed. Amy threw on her bathrobe before putting on her

braces. Bill pulled up his boxers before searching for his discarded clothes.

Neither felt it was right to look, but they couldn't resist taking long peeks at

each other.

They were quiet as they ate a hastily constructed late breakfast of bacon, eggs,

and toast. Settling back in his chair once he had finished eating, Bill watched

Amy take dainty bites from her last piece of toast. She noticed him watching

her. The skewed grin on his face made her curious what he was thinking. Putting

down her toast, she asked, "What?"

"I'm just enjoying watching you," he replied.

A smile grew on her face as she looked down at the toast. Picking it up, she

turned it to and fro studying it. She looked up and said, "I'm wondering if I

should eat this or save room for desert."

"Desert? What's for desert?"

"You," she answered and then licked her lips.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Or more precisely, your come," she answered. She looked down at the

toast and then stuffed it in her mouth.

Bill crossed his hands over his heart and groaned. In mock anguish, he

complained, "She chose the toast over my love offering."

"Oh, God. Love offering? That was bad," said Amy. She laughed aloud at the

suggestion of his come being his love offering. Using her crutches, she stood

and locked the braces into place. She went around the table and looked down at

Bill. As plans flitted through her mind, she couldn't find one that fit her

purpose. Her eyes started to tear up again.

Looking up at Amy, Bill noticed the teasing mood transition to sadness. "What's

the matter?"

Lower lip trembling, she answered, "I wanted to get on my knees and give you a

blowjob, but it's going to take me forever to get into a kneeling position."

"Sit down." Bill stood and held out his chair for her. She sat down looking up

at him still on the verge of tears. He straddled her legs such that his belt was

at her eye level. "No need to get on your knees."

A smile of relief came over her face. She quickly undid his belt and pulled his

pants, with boxers, to his knees. His cock started to get erect and he leaned

against the table to provide him with additional support. Amy reached out to

fondle his cock. Her touch was tentative as though she was afraid of it. It

wasn't that she was afraid of his cock, but she was afraid that she had

forgotten how to give a blowjob.

His partially erect cock grew in her hand. He let out a moan when her finger

brushed the sensitive area just under the head of his cock. Seeing that she had

remembered enough, she leaned forward and slipped his cock into her mouth. Upon

hearing an encouraging groan of pleasure from Bill, she abandoned all propriety

and threw herself into giving him the best blowjob of his life.

She sucked, licked, and swallowed his cock. Bill was defenseless under her

assault and found he was soon on the verge of coming. With what little control

remained, he grunted, "I'm going to come."

She redoubled her efforts on his cock, taking it deep into her throat. The last

of his control was lost and he shot into her throat. When he had finished, he

looked down to see her looking up at him while still holding his cock in her

mouth. He knew that the sight would be forever etched in his mind.

"That was amazing," Bill said with a post-orgasmic shudder.

She backed away from his cock and licked her lips. A small smile of satisfaction

came to her face and she said, "That was just a taste of things to come."

"I thought that thing was just a taste of come," Bill joked.

The play on words caused Amy to break out in laughter. Holding up her hands with

a fake expression of horror on her face, she said, "Oh my God. I've fallen in

love with a punster."

Bill had always believed that making love should begin with intimacy and desire

and end with laughter (preferably without pointing at a certain body part). He

was laughing until he heard her say that she had fallen in love. Suddenly

serious, he reached out and brushed a hand against her cheek. The words came

unbidden to his lips. "I love you, Amy."

Shocked by his sudden declaration of love, Amy looked into his eyes. For a

moment, the world existed of nothing except his eyes. They were eyes that looked

at her with love. Her heart filled with feelings she had denied possible for

her. He leaned forward and kissed her.

Late Sunday evening, Bill packed his car while Amy watched. It was time for him

to return to his home and it was a good thing that he had to return home. If he

hadn't had a very important meeting the next day, they would both have skipped

work for a week to spend it in bed. While Amy was surprised that they had

managed to go through a box of rubbers in one weekend, Bill was stunned. A week

at that rate would have left him a wreck of a man.

Closing the trunk of his car, he turned to look at Amy. She stood by the car,

held up by her braces and crutches. He didn't see the metal supports, only the

woman encased within them. She was a beautiful woman and he felt sorry for any

man who couldn't see that. He knew he was lucky to find such a classy,

intelligent, witty, giving, and loving woman. Stepping over to her, he said,

"I'll be back in two weeks."

"I'll be here," she replied.

Bill thought about sending a message to the homeless men, but refrained.

Smiling, he took her in his arms and then said, "Take good care of your boys."

She laughed before she replied, "They are a handful at times. Sometimes I'd

swear they were all eight years old."

Although most men would be worried that the homeless men would hurt her, he knew

from their protective words of that first night in town that they would watch

over her. With dozens of eyes looking out for her, she was protected by them far

better than he could. They not only cared for her physically, but put her

happiness foremost. Grinning, he said, "Don't look through any midget doors."

Giggling, she playfully slapped his arm. "You're terrible."

It wasn't possible to delay his departure any more. He bent down and kissed her.

The kiss rapidly increased in passion. Forgetting for the moment where they

were, hands roamed over parts of the body in a manner that wasn't appropriate in

public. They didn't care.

Saddened at the parting, Bill climbed into his car and drove away. As he

navigated the unfamiliar roads, his mind was furiously trying to think of some

way of moving closer. For the entire three- hour drive, he worked over the

problem without coming up with a solution.

Amy had watched him drive away unable to believe the events of the weekend. When

his car disappeared around the corner, she turned and made her way to the house.

She considered her situation and the changes that she would make in her life.

The first thing she added to her to-do list was to make an appointment with her

OB/GYN to get a prescription for birth control pills. As much as she enjoyed the

sex over the weekend, she couldn't wait to experience it without the rubber.

The second thing she added to her to-do list was to recover from the wild

weekend. Her vagina had received a real workout over the past two days and she

was sore. Grinning, she knew which to-do item she would do first. Entering the

house, she admitted aloud, "God, I am sore down there. Too bad we didn't have

enough time or rubbers to get me even more sore."

On Monday morning, Amy pulled into the parking garage while listening to the

news on the radio. She was confused when it was reported that although the

Chicago Stock Exchange had been open for five minutes, not one share had been

traded. Curious, she parked her car and made her way to the building. As she

made her way to the door, she was struck by the lack of noise around her. She

pressed the button with the signature wheelchair symbol that opened the door and

stepped into the atrium of the exchange building.

Two green robed Druids, two red robed Druids, one black robed Druid, and two

students wearing the blue robes of the Druid College were talking together in

the center of the atrium. Brokers skirted around them assuming the worst. More

than one person entered the building, saw the Druids, and then left. Looking

over at Druids, Amy understood why no one had executed a trade since the opening

of the exchange. Everyone was waiting for the Druids to do something.

"You're late."

Amy recognized the voice and shook her head. Louder than necessary in the

uncharacteristic silence, Amy called back, "What are you doing here Harry?"

The group of Druids headed towards Amy. Suddenly, the noise level on the floor

shot up to its normal levels when people realized who was the subject of

interest. The black robed Druid said, "First make-over in history to cause the

market to drop fifty points."

Her comment was greeted with laughter within the group, but Amy stood in place

looking puzzled. To no one in particular, she echoed, "Make-over?"

The red-robed male looked over her and said, "All of that metal has to go."

"Definitely we'll be able to get rid of those crutches," commented the red-robed

woman.

Amy listened to the Druids discuss her as if she wasn't present. One of the

blue-robed students asked, "She'll be my mentor?"

"Yes," answered Harry.

"Mentor?" asked Amy. The gathering of Druids ignored her question.

The woman wearing a green robe knelt down beside Amy. Before Amy had a chance to

react, she had lifted Amy's skirt to mid-thigh. Prodding the calf, she said,

"Good muscle tone. I was worried about that."

"We'll augment it," said the red-robed woman.

"I'll have to do a galvanometric study. We'll know more once I've done that."

"You're right."

People were staring at the Druids gathered around Amy and it made her nervous.

She slapped the hand that was holding up her skirt and asked, "What are you

doing?"

"Checking out the goods," answered the woman.

The woman wearing a black robe said, "You're right. She's a good woman through

and through. I'll be more than happy to take care of her charges while she's

gone."

"Gone?" asked Amy getting worried. She wondered what they had planned for her.

"We don't have much time. Can you get it done in ten days?" asked Harry.

The two red robes and the green robe answered together. "Yes."

Finally tired of the attention, Amy shouted, "Hold on a minute! Who are you?

What do you want with me?"

Surprised, Harry looked at Amy for a moment and then answered, "I'm Harry. This

is Catherine and Peter. They are both makers. They'll be working with Laura to

develop a new brace for you. The young woman in the black robe is Kristie

Prevatt. She's my replacement."

"Don't call me that. You're irreplaceable and you know it," said Kristie with a

smile. She turned to Amy and said, "He's been calling me his replacement ever

since he helped me develop my abilities."

"A new brace?" asked Amy. Her mind was still on what Harry had said.

Ignoring the question, Harry turned to the two blue robes. Gesturing to them, he

said, "This is Carlie and Sydney. They are sixth year students at the Druid

College studying economics and business respectively. Carlie is your intern and

will do your job while you're gone."

"Intern? Gone?" Amy wondered if she had entered the twilight zone somehow.

"Let's get to it everyone!" Harry's call to action resulted in the others

turning and leaving without a farewell. She was alone with Harry and Carlie.

"Where's everyone going?"

"The ones working on your brace have gone to set up a workshop. It will be ready

for you tomorrow. Kristie is going to the Homeless Hotel," answered Harry. He

started to turn and then added, "Take your intern upstairs and show her your

job. I'll pick you up in the morning."

"You'll pick me up in the morning?"

"Sure."

"Don't I have a choice?" asked Amy.

"Nope. It's too important. You have to do it."

"I don't understand," complained Amy. She was reminded of a time when she was a

little girl of about six and her mother had told to sit with her legs together

while wearing a dress. She had not understood why it was necessary until much

later.

"They've been working on exoskeletons for the military and realized that they

could use the same concept to replace leg-braces like yours. In a discussion of

who would make a good candidate for experimentation, your name came up."

"Exoskeleton? My name?" She wondered if she had lost the ability to understand

English. She wondered why Druids were talking about her. It troubled her that

she couldn't identify what she had done to attract such attention.

"See you in the morning!"

Still confused, Amy watched Harry leave the building. For almost a full minute,

she stood in place wondering what she was supposed to be doing. A tug on the

sleeve of her blouse captured her attention. She turned to look at Carlie.

Carlie said, "Isn't it amazing? The whole market is down by sixty- eight points

because we were waiting for you to get here."

Sighing, Amy said, "I guess we ought to go up to my office and get you settled."

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