"So then, we hire her?" Brian's mom asked.
"I like her. I say yes," Brian replied.
Brian saw a weight immediately lift off his mom's shoulders. It had been seven months since he broke his neck in that gymnastics accident. He was a strong, chiseled, 19-year-old athlete until that Tuesday morning in November. During a gymnastics class he simply slipped on the mat during takeoff. Before he knew it, he was disoriented until suddenly he heard a huge explosion within his head and saw the brightest flashes he had ever seen. He went to get up off the mat, and couldn't. He immediately knew what was wrong. His teacher and mentor in high school was paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Brian always had a sixth sense he would face similar trauma.
"It finally happened," he muttered to himself.
After three long months of inpatient stay at the rehab facility, he was able to go home. Unfortunately, it was not his college dormitory that he had become used to in his new independence. In February, he had to return to his parents' house. His father had converted the first floor study into Brian's new bedroom. The laundry room that had been on the first floor was now a wheelchair accessible bathroom with shower.
He had now been at home for three months. During that time, his mom was caring for him completely. Of course his 15-year-old sister and 10-year-old brother could help out with daily activities within the home. When it came to his personal care however, his mom was all he had at this point.
It was hard for both of them. He had been completely independent while he was at college. In fact, he was a 19-year-old stud. Prior to the gymnastics accident, the sport that he clowned around with kept him in great physical shape. He was lifting weights every day, and was extremely proud of his six pack abs. Now however, the muscles had atrophied. He still looked good. He was slender, but looked healthy. His face had always been attractive. His dark blonde hair and his hazel eyes added to the smile that he routinely had for the people he met. This smile continued even throughout the tragedy.
Of course, he was depressed for quite some time after the initial accident. But it did not take him long to once again find his positive outlook. He decided to look at rehab just the way he always tackled his sports goals and objectives. This worked well for him throughout inpatient rehab, and so far it was okay here at home. He functioned well using his electric wheelchair. He tried to push a manual chair; but his arms were weakened and the dexterity in his fingers was limited. For the sake of independence, he realized the electric chair was the best way to go. This decision was solidified once he found this was the best way for him to drive his newly equipped van. He simply stayed in his power chair and pulled in directly behind the steering wheel. It had become very easy and he now could drive anywhere he wanted. Brian was beginning to gain more and more independence. He was ready to return to the University of Illinois in August.
Despite these huge "steps" forward, there were still many things he needed assistance with. Primarily, he needed help getting in and out of his wheelchair in the morning and evening. Furthermore, dressing and undressing, along with showering required help as well. Until now, this help was coming solely from his mother.
He was relieved that now his mom, Pam, would have some relief. The last three months had been stressful for both of them. He also was happy that someone else other than his mother would be helping with his personal care. One of the first things you lose when you break your neck is your modesty. You simply realize that you have to submit and let other people around you care for you with things like dressing and bathing. Unfortunately, that also applies for your mother. Brian obviously learned to adjust. However, he knew it would be a lot easier with another woman helping him. The fact that he and his mother were going to be hiring a very attractive woman made it even better.
Marlene showed up on a Monday in May. She would be there to help Mondays through Thursdays. The main help he needed was to get dressed and out of bed each morning. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays he also took a shower in the roll in shower that his father had contractors complete. His mother would still help him on Friday mornings.
Marlene turned out to be wonderful from the start. She was cheery, vibrant, and fun to be with. Both Brian and Pam were extremely glad they hired her. It did not take long for Brian and Marlene to work out a routine. She quickly learned what needed to be done, and more importantly she learned how to do it pretty much the way Brian liked. Unfortunately, he tended to be pretty particular in his ways. Nevertheless, Marlene knew how to put him in his place when need be.
That was one of the things he liked about her. She was strong, she was tough. She had to be. One of the things she had mentioned to them during her interview was that she was pregnant. She was four months along when they interviewed her in May. The fact that they accepted her was much more than the father of her unborn child did. Apparently, he was gone within minutes after she told him about the baby.
Both Pam and Brian listened to her story and were very impressed. They did not feel pity. They saw her strength and her determination to move on and make the best of her situation. She was 26 years old and she always wanted a child. Marlene was excited to be a mother, with or without that jerk around. This made the decision to hire her that much easier. Overall, physically it would not be a problem because Brian planned to return to campus in late August. It was about then that she would be seven months pregnant and would not be able to assist him as he transferred in and out of his wheelchair.
The other thing he appreciated about Marlene he was unable to tell his mother about. She was damn good looking. She had strawberry blond hair that was about shoulder length. Her eyes were brown and mysterious looking. Her skin was golden. During later conversations he would learn that she went to the tanning salon in the winter. That is why her skin looked wonderful so early in the spring.
Her tits were average size. But they were firm. They were round. Brian never did like "pointy" breasts. He always appreciated them to be as round as possible. They didn't have to necessarily be large, but he liked the round shape. The shape of her breasts was wonderful. He was able to appreciate them more since she usually wore shorts and a T-shirt as she helped him. Her T-shirts were predominantly tight fitting. In fact, they were perhaps a little too tight given the fact that she was now starting to show. But it was those shirts that in later weeks gave him a better understanding of the shape of her chest. It's amazing what he could see because of the many accidental wet T-shirts that came about when she assisted with his showers.
His favorite feature however had to be her tan legs that led up to her tight ass. Like her T-shirts, her shorts were always rather tight fitting as well. You could easily bounce a quarter off those cheeks. Just below them were unbelievably tan and muscular legs. Even her feet were sexy. She usually came in flip-flops but took them off at the door. She always had her nails painted and they looked great. From head to toe this woman was fetching. He wondered how her body would change throughout the pregnancy. Would she still be as attractive as she was right now? Ultimately, he would not be disappointed.
Over the next several weeks, Marlene and Brian became close friends. Despite the seven year age difference, the two of them really got along. Although the relationship started professionally, it grew to become much more casual. In fact, Marlene was always quick to lighten any situation with a joke or something that may be deemed "inappropriate" in a professional setting. Brian loved that. In fact, many times he could've sworn that it was almost flirting on her part. Certainly she was not flirting with him, was she? And if she was, could something seriously happen?
Brian fantasized quite frequently about that. What would it be like to date her? What would it be like to be the father to her child? The fact that he was now paralyzed he wondered if he would ever be a father. This could be a great way. He wondered what sex with her would be like at this point. As the weeks progressed she started to show quite a bit. She was still thin and fit, but her belly started to expand. The T-shirts she wore were now larger. But the shorts were still tight and her ass was still perfect.
This did not deter him at all. In fact it turned him on more. He wanted to fuck her more than ever now. But she was 26 years old and he was still 19. Wasn't that too big of a gap? All these were questions he asked himself. If something was going to happen, it would have to happen before he went back to school in August.
The other question he wondered was what would sex be like? Contrary to popular belief, paralyzed people can have sex. Actually, one of the early things taught in rehab was sex education. When Brian first got hurt, he was nervous that he would never be able to get an erection or have sex. In 1986 at the time of his accident, Viagra did not exist.
Since he broke his neck, he was a quadriplegic. That is, all four of his limbs were affected by the paralysis. Yet the one good thing was the majority of quadriplegics still get an erection after the injury. It's a shame that the stigma is otherwise. Because ultimately many spinal cord injured men have erections and can have a very active sex life. Brian would soon find this out.
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