CJ & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 28
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 28 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
Lee was very matter of fact. “Now listen Bobbi, stop pretending OK. I know what happened and who put you here. You know what happened and who put you here.” She said with a stony look on her face. “Either you are going have to live a lie or lose your family. That is the choice you are faced with. Think about that while you are here. Either let that boy loose or give up Margaret. You can’t have both.”
And with that, she got up and left. Without looking back, without a goodbye.
I lay there in the semi-darkened room and cried. I knew she was right, I had to make a choice. I took Margaret’s panties out from under my nighty and hugged them. Brought them to my nose. Caught her scent and dreamed.
I was woken by the clatter of the morning breakfast tray, a very jovial Greek lady came around and brought me some cereal and a cup of coffee and tomato juice. The doctors on their rounds spent some time with me as Matron updated them on my recovery. They seemed well pleased.
“Well Miss Reynolds, I think we can start thinking about sending you home. I have some paperwork to sort out for you. So let’s get you out of bed, this week, and see how you get around. Dr Lenten will organise some physio for you.” Then turning to the Doctor he said, “Bruce, 3 sessions daily, some water therapy as well, please. Let me know how she copes on her own.”
He held out a hand beckoning a report from the Matron and flicked through some pages. “I see your mother is none too well at the moment, she hasn’t been in too often. Rather than burden your family with another patient, do you have a friend you can stay with?” Matron then spoke quietly to him and smiled back at me.
“I see.” he said, “Lady Fitzgibbon is a friend and has offered her help, splendid, stay with her until your mother is well enough at home.” And with those instructions, they all left to visit their next patient.
It was a whirlwind experience. I then remembered how I fell asleep and looked all around me for Margaret’s panties.
I tried to swing my legs around off of the bed, just as Rachel pulled back the curtains. “And what do you think you are doing?” she asked with a bit of a smile on her face.
“If you tried to stand up now after 3 months on your back, you will fall flat on your face. And Matron will, ... well she would not be pleased and it’s my backside on the line.” She told me as a matter of fact.
“Where were you going?” She asked
“Three months?” I questioned. “What do you mean 3 months?”
“You’ve been in here for 3 months Roberta.” I slumped back into bed. So many things running around my head.