Chapter 1

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Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The motorcycle accident was supposed to have ruined my life. Katelyn was my nurse and then became so much more. Katelyn gave me a reason to live. perhaps not what they teach in nursing school, but it sure worked for me.

Katelyn

I'm sure there are a myriad of valid rationales ... both legal and practical ... regarding the justifications why you can only leave a hospital in a wheelchair; however, for me, I really would rather have been able to leave on my own power. It didn't matter I still needed to use a walker, but for me, it would have been my symbol to the world proving I'd overcome the reason for me being hospitalized in the first place.

When the wheelchair showed up in my room, rather than be happy I was finally going home, instead I 'kicked, screamed, whined and sniveled' how I wanted to leave on my own power, but of course my protests were ignored, and better minds prevailed; I was forced to ride in the wheelchair if I wanted to leave. And since my desire to leave was never the question, I shut my mouth and got in the wheelchair; unhappily of course.

The twin doors to the entrance of the lobby swished open, and my nurse, Katelyn, pushed my chair out into the gathering dusk. As the late afternoon air surrounded me, I inhaled the sweet, cool, damp air deeply and reveled in finally being outdoors. The van to transport me home was parked on the far side of the driveway, and Katelyn had to push my chair through the gently falling mist. Just before we got to the van, I asked her to stop for a moment while I looked up into the heavy, satisfying dew.

Her voice showed her concern for my wellbeing. "But you'll get wet..."

I interrupted, "I know," I paused and smiled at her before I continued with my explanation, "I just want to feel the moisture on my face."

"But..."

I cut her off again, perhaps my voice a little gruffer than I had intended, "Please Katelyn, I've been in that damn place for over two months, I want to feel the rain on my face ... please?" My last word was a whispered plea. She must have agreed, because the chair stopped for a moment and I gazed back up into the soft mist.

It is difficult to accurately describe how wonderful the cold damp felt as it settled onto my upturned face. Time stopped, and I had no idea how long I sat there; just basking in the delicious feeling of the cold wetness on my face. Finally, after all the long days of being cooped up in the hospital, I had been released; I was going home. After a while, I didn't know if the wetness on my face was rain or tears. It had been several weeks since the motorcycle accident, and this was the first time I'd been outdoors since I arrived at the hospital so long ago. It was wonderful.

Finally, Katelyn leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Come on ... let me put you in the van. I promise you, I'll see you get outside as much as possible. I do understand how you feel. For now, please let me get you home."

Grudgingly I agreed and we continued on to the waiting van. She pushed me onto the lift and the mechanism whined as it picked me up off the ground. I was pushed into place and the chair was made secure for the short ride home. Katelyn once more leaned close and asked me if I wanted her to wipe my face. I smiled at her and shook my head. There was no way I could explain why I wanted her to leave my face wet from the rain.

I must have fallen asleep on the way home, because the next time I was aware of anything happening about me I was back on the lift, and being lowered to the ground. Looking around, I comprehended where we were. During the ride Katelyn must have wiped my face because now it was dry. When the lift touched the ground I noticed it had stopped raining, and the night was turning crisp. As I exhaled, my breath became white puffs.

I was pushed around to the back door of my house where it's flat and I could enter the house through the wide sliding glass door. As we tried to enter the house, my dogs were beside themselves to see me. Both of them kept racing around my chair, stopping occasionally to receive a quick pet and then running off again to show their pleasure at dads return. Trying to enter the door and not run over any of the dog's paws was difficult for the attendants, and I kept telling the dogs to go and lay down ... all to no avail of course.

Katelyn laughed at their antics and finally asked me their names. I told her and she stooped down to try to pet them. My male seemed to realize Katelyn was somebody he needed to make friends with, while the female was her typically goof self and kept running through the house, still barking and still showing her happiness dad was finally home.

Susan, my sister, came from someplace in front of the house, approached me, gave me a quick, but firm hug, and welcomed me home. After the accident, she had moved into my house to take care of my dogs, and keep things running with my business. I knew she had put her life on hold for me, and I was so grateful. I was at a loss in trying to come up with a way to properly repay her for what she'd done so far for me. Actually, I was at a loss to come up with some way of repaying many people for their kindness over the past months, most of all, Katelyn my nurse.

From the rear entryway, I was pushed into the back room, which had been fixed up with a hospital style bed. I noticed the various pieces of new rehabilitant equipment spread about the room. Susan informed me it had been decided since I couldn't climb stairs for a while, the best solution was to make a place downstairs, and the back room was the most logical choice. It had also been decided Katelyn would stay with me for a few weeks until I was able to move around better on my own. I hadn't told Katelyn yet, but I was hopelessly in love with her and I was overjoyed she was going to be staying with me for a while.

Even though Katelyn had been assigned as my nurse, those first few days the doctors didn't know if I was going to live. When I would gain enough consciousness to know a little of what was going on around me, I distinctly remember Katelyn sitting by my bed at night. I remember being aware of her presence beside me, her sweet voice talking to me, telling me I had to get better since I'd promised her a ride on my motorcycle. I had heard when she'd whispered in my ear, "You promised ... you have to get better ... you promised me you would take me to a special island ... remember?" She thought I hadn't heard her, but I had. And, those words were what made the difference. It gave me the desire to live. I had to live. I had to get better. I had to take her over to the island.

By the time it became apparent I was going to live, then the question became how much mobility I was going to end up with. Both legs had been broken along with a few ribs, one of which had punctured my lung and another barely missed lancing my heart. I was told several times how lucky I was my arms or pelvis hadn't been broken, or crushed, and that just having a couple of fingers on my left hand busted was amazing considering how messed up the bike had been. To be honest, I was getting tired of being told how lucky I was; I wanted to be out of the hospital and home. After a while, being told I was extremely lucky just didn't cut it anymore. To my way of thinking, being lucky would have meant I wouldn't have had to go to the hospital in the first place.

It was the end of the second week, or maybe the start of the third week at the hospital, when Katelyn had entered my room and found me crying. I wasn't sobbing or anything; I just had tears running down my face. The tears were not due to the pain, but I was gloomy because I had no idea if I'd ever be able to ride again; or any idea just what the future was going to bring. I knew my bike was totaled, my business was sitting idle since I wasn't there to run it, I did not know how I was going to pay for my extended stay in the hospital and I had no idea when I might be able to leave the hospital. Basically, it was a pity party, and I was holding it for myself. The doctors were also still trying to decide if I would be able to walk again, and if I could, how much mobility I might have. I was just totally bummed out, and the fact I had tears in my eyes was a surprise to me since I thought I had a better grip on my emotions.

One of the things over the years I learned to do when I was feeling sad for myself, or if I needed to clear my mind; was to go for a ride on my bike. And now that I couldn't ride, things just seemed to come crashing down around my ears. When Katelyn saw me, she came quickly to my bed and asked if I was in pain. Embarrassed, I shook my head no.

She leaned closer and spoke softly, "If you're not in pain, what's the problem? Why the tears?"

I really wanted her just to leave the room, and let me be in peace; but I felt I owed her something and I tried to answer the question. "I'm really embarrassed you caught me crying. I'm okay now; I feel better. Please go now."

She looked at me, gave me a sweet, tender smile and as she shook her head she took a finger and wiped away the tears. "Not good enough tootsie bell ... why are you so sad?" She stood there for what seemed like a long time looking down at me. Then she gave me a cute grin. "Tell 'ya what; let's make a deal. If you'll tell me why you are so sad, I'll give you a little treat." I thought the grin she gave me after her statement was a little wicked; cute, but rather wicked.

"What treat?" I asked with suspicion.

She chortled, "First you have to tell me first what's wrong, then the treat."

I sighed, "Well, you'll laugh when I tell you," I paused, "It sounds so stupid now that I think about it; it's so dumb."

She put her hand on top of mine, her face looked serious. "Tell me ... please ... if it makes you sad, it can't be that dumb."

I sighed and tried to explain. "I was having a pity party for myself. I've no idea if I will ever be able to ride again or how long I am going to be cooped up here. In addition, I have no idea how my business is doing, or how I am ever going to recover from all of this financially. I just hate being stuck in here," Quickly, I added, "not that being here with you is bad ... but."

Katelyn touched my shoulder and her smiled warmed my soul. She replied, "Nice save!" We both laughed. "Of course you'll get out of here; you owe me a ride. You promised."

I knew I had, but I wanted to try to play stupid. "When did I do that?"

"The night they brought you in. Remember? I was in ER that night and when you saw me you asked me if I would hold your hand while you were being prepared for emergency surgery. You asked me what a foxy chick like me was doing in such a dive. I asked you what happened and you told me about your bike. Then you asked me if I would like to take a ride. I told you I would love to and you wanted to get up right then and take me. You were a bit obstinate. The shots for pain were doing their job and you didn't realize just how messed up you were." Katelyn laughed at the remembrance.

Katelyn continued, "I told you they had to do a little repair on you but you would ride again and I was going to hold you to that ride. You then made a couple of comments and then passed out from the drugs." She paused for a moment and seeing the puzzled look on my face, she asked, "You don't remember ... do you?"

I confessed, I kind of remember making the offer to give her a ride, but I didn't remember any other comments. "No ... really. That part I don't remember." I had to ask the next question, even though I felt I needed to fear her answer. "Sorry ... ah ... what comments did I make?" I was really hoping it was nothing crude or embarrassing. I noticed Katelyn was turning a little red and I closed my eyes. I was right; I did need to be afraid of what I'd said. "Oh shit ... what did I say?"

Katelyn snickered and then replied, "You ask me to bend down real close, and then you whispered in my ear I had beautiful breasts, and you could hardly wait to feel them crushed against your back."

I could feel I was turning red, "Please tell me I really didn't say that." I pleaded.

Her grin lit up her face, and she winked at me, "Sorry, you did."

I really didn't want to know any more, but I needed to find out how big of an ass I'd made myself with this lovely lady. "What else did I say?"

Katelyn has the cutest giggle. Just before she told me, she giggled, and then continued, "Then you told me you were going to keep the bike so revved up I would climax a few times just from the vibrations, and then when I started to beg, then you would take over."

"Holy shit!" I moaned. "I am so embarrassed. I'm really sorry. That's not the way to make a good first impression."

She reached out her hand and softly caressed my face. "But you were so cute the way you joked with me. I could tell you were in a lot of pain, and you were so messed up, but the fact you were hitting on me made me feel very special. I know it doesn't sound very professional and all, but I was pleased I was able to help ease your pain ... even if it was a bit unorthodox. It was that night I asked to be assigned as your recovery nurse."

I was dumfounded. "Are you serious? After the crude comments I made?"

She nodded her head and her color was beet red. I thought she was adorable the way she looked. "To be honest; I was a bit turned on. There you were, in pain and you were telling me I was cute, you liked my body and how you were going to make me climax. You would have thought we were in a bar instead of the emergency room. I just wondered what you would be like if you weren't in pain." Again, she laughed but her cheeks were growing redder by the moment from embarrassment. I really liked her laugh.

As I lay there, I looked at her again as if trying to see her for the first time. It was difficult to see how tall she really was since I couldn't stand up, but my guess was between 5'7" and 5'9". Some might considered her heavy set, or at least perhaps a little overweight; but even though she wasn't model thin, from what I could see, she looked very nice to me. I am not good at guessing weight, but I thought she was perhaps 15 to 20 pounds more than some might think she should be. I believe the term voluptuous would be more correct in describing her, but I really did not care. Katelyn's face was beautiful with deep, dark brown eyes, and her hair was dark brown with streaks of a lighter color and cut in a very flattering style, which framed her face perfectly. Staring at her breasts, I was thinking either a nice full D cup or maybe even a DD cup. I had noticed her from behind several times and I thought she had a stunning bottom ... I like a nice round bottom. She had caught me looking and asked me what I was doing.

"Just looking at you. Thinking how beautiful and sexy you are." With that comment she flipped me off and we both laughed.

As I lay there, I remembered, "Hey, I told you why I was so bummed out; where's this treat you promised?" I asked her.

Katelyn winked at me and said, "Just a minute." She went into the bathroom in my room and came back out in just a few seconds. She then went to the door to the room and as she pushed the door shut, I started to say something but she held her finger to her lips, signaling me to be quiet. She returned to the bed and looked down at me.

Her face started to turn red as she spoke to me, "I want you to know that I do notice when you look at me. I see you staring at me and I know when you are trying to brush up against me." I could feel my face flush and she quickly continued on, "No ... it's cool; I really don't mind. I don't think I'm very attractive; I'll admit, I have body issues. But you make me feel ... well, different about my body. I like the way you make me feel about myself. I don't know why, but I really enjoy being around you and I'm really happy I appeal to you. I think I am too fat ... but you don't seem to care..."

"NO!" I abruptly cut her off and from the look on her face, I could see she was startled. "Please don't say that. First off I do care. To me, you are perfect. You have a beautiful body, and I really wish I could do something about it." Again the sweet giggle of hers.

"Thanks, that's sweet of you to say. I think part of your infatuation with me is due to how we met." I shook my head no. "However, I'll tell you this, I find every time I've been in your room for a while, when I leave I have a smile on my face. And I'll tell you this again; I like the way you make me feel. You are sweet and caring. The first thing you do when any of the nurses, or me, come into the room to check on you, is you ask us how we are feeling; how's our day going." She paused for effect, "You ask me how I am doing and you are the one who is sick and in bed. Today was the very first time I've seen you upset ... or at least this is the first time you've shown me how you are really feeling. The cat's out of the bag. Now buster, I know you're just putting on an act for me." She smiled at me.

I started to speak but before any words came out, she stilled me by putting her finger on my lips. "No! Be still. It's okay ... I know what I see. I think you're a very special man. You make me happy. You make me feel attractive. You make me feel sexy. Something I haven't felt for a very long time. Thank you." I watched her turn red again and she whispered, "Ever since you have been here, I have started to wear sexy things under my uniform. The way you talk to me and look at me makes me feel really sexy ... and I thank you for that as well."

I moved my hand so that she could grasp it. Gently she picked up my hand, I smiled up at her and I started to explain, "I don't remember very much that happened my first night here. But, I do remember being in the ER, looking up and seeing this angel looking down at me. A beautiful angel ... and that angel was you Katelyn!" I watched as a big smile came over her face and she leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead.

I continued, "You have the cutest grin and when you grinned down at me that night; well maybe it was the good drugs, but I think it was more because of you, I felt better and somehow I knew I was going to be okay. I kinda remember telling you about the bike, but I don't remember saying the other things you tell me I said. I do apologize for that. I may be crude, but not bad."

Katelyn again touched her finger to my lips and made soft hushing sound but I continued on, "No, I want to say this. When you come into the room, I feel better." This comment made the cute grin return. "I think you are very lovely ... and really sexy. You say you are too heavy, I disagree. For my taste, you are a perfect size."

Katelyn leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Chubby chaser."

I looked up at her and tried to make my face look stern. "If I could get out of this bed, I would put you over my knee, rip your panties off and spank you."

She grinned at me again. "Ohhh, that sounds lovely." We both laughed.

"Anyway, when you're not here I get depressed and lonely. When you are here I feel better. Those are facts! My only wish is I could actually do something about the way I feel about you ... but..." I looked down at my legs stretched out in front of me.

Katelyn leaned over and for the first time put her lips softly against mine, "And I am going to hold you to that promise when you are better. But for now ... I have something for you..." She came back to the bed and then slowly started to lift the front of her uniform. Because of her height, the weight on her legs looked good. When she lifted her uniform to the joining of her thighs, I noticed she didn't have any panties on.

I could feel I was grinning as she continued to pull her skirt up to her waist. "What are you doing?" I asked in amazement.

Katelyn put her finger to her lips and shushed me. "Be still and just watch." I started at Katelyn's lower region, noticing she had a slight tummy but as far as I was concerned, it was a long way from what I would call fat. There was almost no hair surrounding her pussy, and her lips was shaved, except where she had just left a small strip above her slit. I noticed the lips to her labia were very large and extended well down from her vagina, and her clit was also quite prominent. The size and shape of her pussy lips was something I absolutely adore; I love a woman with really large lips. The whole effect of her neither region was one of total sexiness ... one of complete womanhood. She looked exactly like the kind of woman I like to be with.

My face almost was hurting from the big grin I had plastered across my lips. I muttered, "You are beautiful. Your pussy is gorgeous."

"No, my lips are too big and long and my clit sticks out too much. I'm a bit ashamed of my vagina," Katelyn made a nervous giggle, "And I can't believe I'm letting you see me like this."

"Katelyn, please stop!" I knew my voice was a bit too strong, and she dropped her skirt. I wanted her to know how I felt. "I didn't mean for you to stop what you were doing, I was asking you to stop saying bad things about your body. Your lips are not too large, they are just right to nibble on, and that nice big clit is made to suck on. I just wish I was well enough to do it."

Katelyn grinned down at me. "Ummmm, and I want you to do that sometime for me. Would you?" I nodded my head. She lifted her skirt again up to her waist and I tried to reach out and touch her but she gently slapped away my hand, telling me, "No ... just watch..."

Lifting one foot; she placed it on the bottom rung of my bed and opened her legs. Using one hand, she spread her vaginal lips and then took one finger on her other hand and started to rub around her pussy. I was mesmerized as I watched Katelyn move her finger around, and then down and through her slit; moving it through her fat, pronounced lips. I could see how wet she was, and I moaned. Finally she pushed one finger into the opening of her vagina and I swear to God I felt it. She kept this up for a while, each time pushing her finger deeper into her body, and I noticed her pussy glistened with her arousal. Finally she started to rub her clit quickly and after a while she had a small climax and then smiled at me. She leaned next to my ear and whispered, "That's what you do to me. Hurry and get well ... I want you..." And she held her finger just under my nose so I could get s whiff of her scent.

I lifted my head as much as I could and begged her to let me suck on her finger. She chuckled, and then slipped her finger completely into my mouth. Her scent and taste were pure heaven. She let me suck on her finger for a long time and finally slowly withdrew it. I whined which produced a little more of her cute giggle.

"What was the name of the class where they taught you to do that for your patients?" I asked.

Katelyn gave an embarrassed laugh, "That was just for you. I've never had a patient quite like you." She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. She reached into one of the pockets of her uniform and pulled something out and then quickly slipped it under my pillow. "Think about me when I'm gone," she whispered and then she left the room. When I reached under my pillow I found a pair of her panties.


From that moment on, I was hooked. All during rehabilitation, she was there to encourage me. When I wanted to stop, she promised me the "treat", and I would do as she asked. It got to be a habit, a couple of times a day, she would come to my room and play with herself until she climaxed, and then allow me to suck on her wet, fragrant finger. I missed Katelyn's visit a couple of times because I was asleep so I had them cut way back on the pain medication. I wanted to be awake whenever she came in to visit. I was positive it was her way of helping me get off painkillers, and it was very effective.

When the doctors finally informed me I could go home, I was told I needed help for a few weeks. I asked Katelyn if there was any way I could hire her services for a while. I didn't care if the medical insurance would cover it or not, I would gladly pay out of my own pocket to have Katelyn around and help me during my recovery.

By the time I was ready to be discharged from the hospital, I'd learned money was no longer going to be any sort of an issue for me; ever again in my future. Even though the settlement for the accident was dragging along, the lady that hit me on my bike was drunk, and she was driving a brand new SL class Mercedes sports car. I've been told the car starts in price very close to the 150 grand number. Then when my lawyer told me who her husband was, and what I was going to probably going get for a settlement, I was stunned. The settlement number he told me was almost vulgar.

The bike was a total, but her insurance was going to replace it, and more, as well as basically setting me up for the rest of my life. Normally I would have had a problem with taking money that kind of money, but after I learned this was not her first DWI, I was more than glad to take the money. Between her insurance company, and her husband who I knew could well afford the settlement, I decided it was money I actually had coming. Anyway, paying for Katelyn's time was not going to present a financial problem.

After I asked, she said she would think about it for a day or two and give me an answer. I agreed. When she finally told me she would, I was overjoyed. It was at that moment I told her how I felt about her.

"You need to stop that." It felt like she was scolding me. "You're attached to me because of what happened to you. Your judgement is not accurate. Get well, then let's spend some time apart, and then see if you still feel the same way." The thought of spending time apart from her really hurt. I finally agreed to her demands, if for no other reason than to have her take care of me; but I disagreed that my mind was going to change in regards to how I felt about her.

I was hooked on the lady; in more ways than one.

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