History in Canterbury

Synopsis

Colleen offers to take care of her ex boyfriend’s crippled brother on a school history trip to Canterbury

History in Canterbury

by obohobo

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF Rom

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

It is foretold

“Sure he can go Sir, Oi’ll be his carer.”

“Colleen, in case you hadn’t noticed, David is a boy, you are a girl,” Mr. Rider answered sarcastically.

“Oh, oy Sir, I learned the difference so time ago now.”

“And you may also know that his carer will have to sleep in the same room as him, and will need to help with washing and other personal things.” The rest of the class laughed and whooped and I shrunk into my wheelchair, wishing myself well away from the others and wondering why Collie had even offered.

“Sleeping in the same room isn’t the same as sleeping in the same bed, Sir. And you may also have noticed that most of the nurses in a hospital are women, and half the patients are men. I know enough about men to do those things for David, Sir.” Again the class erupted into laughter.

“I’m sure you do Colleen, but I thought his older brother Philip was your boyfriend, are you going to cheat on him?” Mr. Rider smirked.

“Was is the right word, Sir. He’s been away working on the cruise ship for a month an’ more and I’ve not had even one email. He’s probably shagged all the female crew and half the passengers by now and starting on the crew of his new ship so cheating doesn’t come into it.”

“So you are offering to care for David to get back at Phil?”

“No Sir. History is David’s main passion in life and I know from visits to his house, he so looked forward to going to Canterbury and seeing all the historical sights and all that, and you can see just by looking at him that he is terribly disappointed Phil decided to go on another cruise and not care for him on the school trip. With only three days to go, you cannot give him a refund so his parents will lose quite a lot of money over it as they paid for both boys. As you know, I’m not much into history and didn’t think the trip worth paying for but as it is already paid, I can go in Phil’s place and Davy gets to go as well. I don’t see what the problem is and I know my mother will only be too pleased to get me out of the way for a week and I expect Davy’s parents will agree.” Once more the class burst into laughter and called out comments as to her intentions.

“I think we ought to discus this privately after school and, at the very least, get their parents views on it,” Miss Devers interjected and gave the class a withering look that stopped most but not all of the snide comments.

It all started when I mumbled an apology for having to cancel going on a history study trip to the cathedral city of Canterbury, with visits planned to the cathedral, the castle, and other historical houses and museums. When the history department first announced the trip several months previously, I’d pleaded and begged Phil to accompany me because the regulations stated that I needed a full-time carer and, indeed, I would have found it very difficult to look after myself without help. Mother chivvied him too until, finally, he agreed and it seemed to work out that he’d have a couple of weeks at home when the cruise ship returned to England. However, he signed on with another ship soon after arriving in port and didn’t come home to tell us. I’m sure he did it deliberately because ever since childhood he hated the restrictions imposed on his life by his having to care for me. Now he’s left college, he felt he should be free of my being a burden on his life.

Many times he’d told me that the accident that robbed me of my right foot and made a mess of my left and both knees, was not his fault and he shouldn’t have to suffer for it. The accident happened before I started school and I lost a lot of school time through the operations needed to correct the damage. The fact that I couldn’t walk or play games, and in my earlier years at school, I fell behind with my class work, which made me the butt of other children’s jokes and I became introverted and shy. Fortunately, without the distraction of sports, I caught up with the academic side of my education.

I slumped into my chair after tending my apology and Mr. Rider, our history teacher and Miss Devers who teaches geography but is going on the trip to chaperone the girls, had to drag the reasons for my cancelling from me, although I tried not to blame Phil.

Colleen O’Malley’s announcement, stunned and horrified me. Much as I wanted to go, to have a girl look after me, especially the tall, brash Colleen O’Malley (because of my disability generally girls treated me with distain, almost as a sub-human). I knew her from the many times she’d been to our house with Phil, and while she never taunted me like many others in my age group, she hadn’t shown any particular affection or regard for me. Mother isn’t keen on her but Dad thinks she’s attractive, lively and fun so I’d no idea how they would react to her offer and we all knew that she and Phil were sexually active. Lying in bed hearing the sounds from my brother’s room, I’d fantasised having sex with her, but my fears of rejection, of being humiliated and held to ridicule and possibly my inability to perform, made me hope they would reject her suggestion although I really did wish to go on the trip.

I spent the rest of the lesson in a daze but fortunately Mr. Rider must have realised this and left me out of the discussions and at lunchtime I planned to slink off to the library and sit where it would be quiet but only made part of the way before Colleen grabbed my wheelchair and headed for the cafeteria. “We’ve got to talk,” she said but the cafeteria is about the worst place to have a conversation especially with the comments from others around us as to our relationship, so after a quick bite to eat she steered me to an isolated part of the grounds.

“Davy, you remember at the school summer fayre last weekend when I sat in a tent and told fortunes; your fortune?” Of course I remembered, how could I forget the warmth from the crystal ball and the feel of her hands on mine? I hadn’t intended to go to the fayre but mother insisted that I help on the used bookstall and during a break I cruised around the other exhibits until I came to her tent and inexplicably wheeled into it. Colleen dressed as a gypsy, a role she filled with natural grace, sat behind a huge crystal ball that I wrongly assumed to be an upturned goldfish bowl but from the results of her viewing, it appeared to be the genuine article.

“Put your hands on top of the ball please,” she requested and when I did so she asked in a theatrical Gypsy Rose Lee voice that had a touch of Irish in it, “Does it feel warm?”

“Yes, it does, very warm.”

She put her hands on top of mine but at right angles to them. “Yes, I can feel the heat too, the powers within the crystal ball are working and I should get a reading shortly.” She peered into her side of the globe and looked a little flustered. “Don’t be shocked at this but I can only say what I see in the depths of the crystal. In the near future, Davy, you are getting a girlfriend. I don’t know exactly when and I can’t see clearly who it will be but it is the clearest image I’ve had all day so it will not be long before it happens.” I thought it make-believe mumbo-jumbo, something to keep the punters happy but when I offered her the 50p entrance fee, she refused and looked upset.

“You do remember, don’t you Davy?” I nodded. “I lied to you,” and when I started to grin she quickly went on, “Not about you getting a girlfriend, but I clearly saw the image of the girl; ME!” Aghast, I stared at her. “Yes, it shocked me too, but if it is written in the runes, there is nothing we can do to change it. What the further future holds, I don’t know because I turned my head away when I saw you and me together but the fleeting impression was that our relationship would last a long while.”

“But... but I don’t love you or even really like you?”

“I thought the same, and still do, but when mother consulted the crystal ball this morning she told me the time had come to start a relationship with you, hence my outburst in history. I’m certain the runes will overcome all the objections to our being together on this Canterbury trip, and if they do, you can rest assured that everything else, like love, will follow if it is meant to be.”

“You really believe this stuff?”

“Oh oy, yes. Our family has been able to read the runes for generations and there is always a reason for things happening. There is a reason for our being brought together but it may be years before we find out, so don’t mock the runes, they hold the key to your life, our lives, our fate.”

Together

Colleen sat in the window seat alongside me as the coach sped along the motorway. For a while she dozed and I could recall the events of the past few days. After a stormy outburst when mother came into the meeting with Mr. Rider and Miss Devers, decrying Collie’s motives for helping me. “Colleen O’Malley, you are only doing this to get back at Philip for dumping you,” mother accused immediately she arrived, but Collie pointed out that Philip had not even sent either of them an email to say where is or what he was doing and hadn’t apologised for not returning to take me on the trip. He’d only sent a short note to say he wouldn’t be home for another month. “I knew from the times I spent at your house, how much Davy wanted to go on this trip and how depressed he must have been at the news, so it was a spur of the moment decision to volunteer, rather than a way of getting back at Phil,” Collie averred. Finally, after more persuasion and assurances from our teachers, Mother finally acquiesced and agreed to consult my father. I began to believe in the runes.

Dad took a more philosophical approach, “Even if it only lasts a week, perhaps it will help you form relationships with other girls,” he commented when mother explained the situation. “ You’re shy around girls, hell, you’re shy around anyone, and we know why, but once you get to talking with one girl, maybe you’ll start to talk with others. Colleen’s a practical, no-nonsense girl and I’m sure she will look after you. If you have sex with her, treat it as sex only and enjoy it but don’t believe it to be an indication of true love and of a relationship that will last a lifetime.” Mother looked aghast at his words but in the end, after more debate, they signed a letter to the school, giving permission for Colleen O’Malley to care for me during the school trip.

Since then I’d hardly seen Collie except on two occasions to make arrangements for mother to pick her up at 6 a.m. on the Saturday, but I’d spent the intervening nights and much of the days, dreaming of what might occur between us. Apart from not being able to walk properly and being extremely shy because of it, I had the normal desires and sexual feelings of any other sixteen-year-old boy and didn’t spend all the time on the Internet researching history or doing school work. I visited a number of porn sites and masturbated frequently and wondered if on this trip I would get to do the real thing. I looked at the girl sitting alongside me; the girl the runes said would be my partner for a while. “Why choose me?” I asked myself, “An attractive girl like her could have any boy she chose; a fit, handsome boy and not a deformed creature like me. Why me?” My eyes took in her long dark hair and her eyes, though now closed, I knew to be very dark too. At 5 ft. 9 inches tall, she towered a good six inches above me and strong with it; she would be able to handle me with relative ease. Her breasts, covered with a dark bra that I could see through her white blouse, thrust the material tightly forward, her legs covered only at the top by a short pair of blue denim shorts, stretched under the seat in front. I’d not seen any more of her body than that and I wondered if I would in the confines of our room at the university campus where we’d be staying for the week. “Will she let me hold her and touch her like real lovers?” I mused, “Will she really keep to her own bed or slip into mine sometimes?” She’d refused to promise mother that she wouldn’t. My imagination went wild and I felt my prick start to harden so I tried to think about the history side of the trip with only limited success especially when her eyes opened and she started chattering.

About three hours into the trip, the coach pulled into a service station and Mr. Rider announced a forty-five minutes break to use the toilets and get a bite to eat. “I’ll get your chair from the hold,” the friendly driver said as I struggled in an ungainly way with my sticks catching on various obstacles, to get down the steps onto the parking area, “The toilets are quite a-ways down a passage when you get inside and the disabled one is further still. If that is occupied there’s another in the basement and there’s a lift to take you down there.”

“I don’t need to go,” I whispered when we suffered the ribald comments called out by a group of boys standing at the entrance.

“I do,” she whispered back, “And you’d better too. We’ve still a long way to go and there could be hold-ups and you’re not able enough to get into the one on the bus while it is moving.”

We went to the basement because there were fewer people about and, after slipping into the toilet when no one was looking, my apprehension as to what Colleen might do, proved groundless. She acted like a trained nurse although she unashamedly had a good look at my penis. “Stand up and hold the handrails while I lower your trousers,” she ordered. I blushed when she bent and undid my jeans and pulled them down, knowing that she could see my prick, which already had started to rise. Ignoring it, she told me to sit down and do what I had to do while she turned and faced the door. It took a little while for my pee to flow but when I finished she pulled my jeans up and refastened them commenting off-handedly on my half-hard prick, “You’ve a bigger one than Phil.” She’d not only seen it, she’d handled it to stuff it in my pants. I could have stood on my feet for long enough to have done it myself but I deemed it easier to follow her instructions and I rather liked her touching me. Would she go further later on? When she had me completely under her control for most of the week; when she’d probably see me naked when I showered?

Settling me in the wheelchair again facing her, she lowered her shorts and knickers and for the first time I saw a woman’s mound, only a tantalising, brief glimpse before she sat down and peed and again after she’d wiped herself and stood to pull her knickers and shorts up. The sight, albeit only a glimpse, made my prick rise but she didn’t say anything and it went down before we arrived at the cafeteria. We had time for a Coke and a sandwich before returning to the coach and to the comments and giggles of our classmates. I clammed up but Collie answered them in her usual brash way.

Our first night

“Where’s Philip Emmerson?” the coordinator checking us in on the university campus enquired.

“That’s me,” Colleen piped up, “It’s Philippa actually. We’re together because I’m his carer.” The group burst out laughing but not even Miss Devers sort to enlighten him. He just shrugged and I guessed he knew that something was amiss but chose to ignore it.

“We allocated you one of the en-suite rooms because the showers and toilets are at one end of the corridor and from the information we have, David might have difficulty in getting to them at night. I gather he takes his foot off at bedtime.” This caused further hilarity from the group but I know mother pointed this out on the original booking form. He gave us further instructions and issued rooms to the others but we had little time to unpack before lunch and afterwards a general tour of the city followed by dinner and an evening lecture.

By the end of the evening, I slumped in my chair, physically exhausted. We’d had an early start and there were places on the afternoon tour that were inaccessible for a wheelchair and, not wishing to miss anything, I did my best to walk with my sticks but the effort tired me considerably. I didn’t wish to draw attention to my wanting to shower to wash the sweat and grime off my body and go to bed because I knew the comments that would bring but I might as well not have bothered, Collie, seeing my weary state, proclaimed for everyone to hear, “Davy, I’m taking you to bed.”

“Don’t tire him out, Collie.” “Remember, you are only sleeping in the same room and not the same bed.” “Make sure you wash him properly and don’t spend too long on the interesting bits.”

So the comments went on as Colleen deposited her stuff on my lap and prepared to head for our bedroom. Miss Devers didn’t help. “I think you should leave your door unlocked so that we can check to see if everything is okay and you are in your own beds and behaving yourselves.”

Colleen bridled at this. “For sure everything will be okay. Why shouldn’t it be? And I will be locking the door so none of this lot or you can peep in. I bet you’ll lock your door as will everyone else and you’ll not expect us to check on who else you have in with you. We’re not babies.”

“Yeah but you might be making babies,” one of the boys called out, followed by, “Keep the noise down, we don’t want the whole floor kept awake.” Collie gave them the two-fingered salute and pushed me towards the lift.

“So what if we do get it together, I’m on the pill and it’s none of Miss Brenda Bloody Devers’ business if we do fuck,” she muttered when we were alone in the lift. That I might lose my virginity during the week began to look a distinct possibility and this both excited and scared me. Seeing me shake and realising the cause, Collie laughed and told me to cheer up, “There’s no pain when a boy loses his virginity, not like what us girls go through.”

“Okay Davy, here’s what’s going to happen,” Collie stated when she planted herself on my bed and looked straight at me, “First I’m going to undress you ready for a shower. I shall have a good look at you, back and front, prick and balls and I’ll see all the scars on your legs and I’ll remove your artificial foot. When you’re naked, I’ll undress in front of you and in turn, you can have a good look at me. I think that will be better than trying to get surreptitious looks at each other. Do you agree?” I could only nod my head as the thought of seeing her naked was overwhelming and for the umpteenth time that day, my prick had started to harden. She’d see it in that state, but maybe that’s what she intended; she’d seen Phil’s often enough. I recalled her remark in the loo that morning that I was larger than my brother and wondered if she wanted to see it fully erect to get a proper comparison.

“We’ll use the toilet and then shower together. There’s no plastic chair in this shower like you have at home so you’ll have to sit on the floor and I’ll wash you there and I’ll kneel down and let you wash me. There’s no part of my body that you’re not allowed to touch and I’ll be feeling you everywhere too. After we’ve dried off, I’ll put you to bed and if you want and feel comfortable enough to allow it, I’ll come in with you and we can cuddle for a little while and see how things develop.”

Things certainly developed and quickly too. I sported a full erection almost as soon as my jeans were removed and it delighted her that I maintained this erection throughout the shower, indeed, if anything, it became harder when I felt confident enough to play with her tits and mound under the guise of washing them. She enjoyed it too and seemed surprised that I didn’t ejaculate as soon as she massaged my prick and it took a little while for my semen to shoot into the shower. Of course I wanted her to come into my bed and we spent half an hour, kissing and cuddling and though I had an erection again, we only played with each other until bodily weariness overcame me and I started to doze and she went into her own bed.

I slept fitfully in the strange bed and with recent events on my mind, woke early, dozed again and woke when Collie pushed me to one side and climbed into my bed. Her hand slid down to my prick, found it hard and whispered, “Are you ready to fuck? Are you able to do it without your foot?”

“Yes.” I didn’t explain that at home I often used a towel wrapped around my pillow as an imaginary woman, but I quickly found the sensation of my prick sliding into her warm, moist and tight vagina was totally different and awesome. My first tentative strokes soon became hard, full depth thrusts augmented by Colleen reciprocating and thrusting her pelvis to meet mine and encouraging me with coarse words. What a sensation! What a way to lose my virginity! Having ejaculated only hours before it took ten to fifteen minutes before I shot my load into her and meanwhile she had two noisy climaxes. I too, lost my inhibitions and groaned and made noises as I neared my climax and these combined with the squeaky bed springs grew to a crescendo so it shouldn’t have been a surprise when, Sally and Lynda in the neighbouring room, teased us about it at breakfast. I blushed and looked ashamed but Collie grinned and apologised insincerely for waking them and promised to try and do it quieter in future.

“You finished doing your homework, Davy?” Collie asked when I closed my laptop the following evening. I nodded. “Do you want to watch some TV or have an early night?”

“Yes, take him up now and get it over with and maybe you won’t wake us at some ungodly hour in the morning,” Sally laughed. She’d told us privately not to worry about making a noise and to enjoy ourselves even if she did tease us about it. Everyone knew about the morning’s episode, even Miss Devers who scowled at us but when she tried to interfere, the others in the group told her to leave us alone. “I’ve not seen Davy with a smile that wide, ever since he came to our school,” Mike Freeman reprimanded her.

Most days we made love, or fucked depending on your viewpoint, night and morning and in a variety of ways, orally and vaginally. Mother emailed me every day and I responded with details of where we went and how well Collie looked after me without mentioning the love making. In truth, Collie looked after me very well and spent a lot of time pushing me around one building or another and in one museum, being disabled proved a bonus. Because of the entrance steps, the curator let the two of us in the back entrance and took us through storerooms and explained some of the items not on display and Collie’s irreverent comments on the exhibits only served to provoke more detailed explanations. Over the week I learned a great deal, history-wise and on relationships and my being Collie’s partner allowed me to access other groups within our party, much like father predicted. Even if we parted when I returned, Collie would have helped me greatly in this respect.

The confession

When Friday came and we sat holding hands as coach sped homeward, a great sadness came over me. For the last few days, Collie and I were considered ‘an item’ and were always together, not just from necessity but because we wanted to be in each other’s company. I would miss not having Collie as my carer and lover, although without actually saying so, we knew we would continue to see each other, but it would be more difficult especially with mother’s dislike of Colleen. “Maybe she’ll come to like you,” I said optimistically, “Perhaps the runes will help.”

Colleen squeezed my hand tighter. “Davy, I have a confession to make. There are no runes. There is no crystal ball, what you saw in the tent is a smoky glass globe for a ceiling light. I made everything up and your mother was right, I did it to get back at Phil. Now though, I’m glad I did and I’m with you because I want to be with you, not for revenge. A week ago I didn’t even like you, now I think I am in love. She turned my head to her and kissed me.

Finis