Chapter 11: Del helps Nancy after her fall

Once Del had his privacy, he dropped his jeans and started to stroke his cock. Pretty soon he was approaching orgasm, and he grabbed the tissue box.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP! “OWW!”

Del turned. Nancy was sprawled at the bottom of the basement stairs, holding one ankle and grimacing.

He quickly pulled up his pants and rushed over to her. “Are you alright?”

“I hurt my ankle! Owiee!” Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“Don’t move!” he advised her. “Just your ankle, not your head or other ... parts?” He noticed that her tights were around her ankles. “Did you trip on your tights?”

She flushed red. “Not exactly.”

He looked up the stairwell. “What were you doing at the top of my stairs?”

She turned even redder. “Don’t make me say it.”

Then it hit him. “Oh.” He was flabbergasted ... she was ... peeping at him and playing with herself?

He picked her up under her knees and shoulders, making her squeak, and placed her gently onto his bed.

“Del?”

“Pull your tights off, please. I’ll have a look at your ankle.” She awkwardly did so, wincing as they slid off of her injured ankle, and he bent down to examine it. “Can you move it at all?”

“Umm ... erk.” She was able to move it a bit, but not all the way around.

“Can you flex your toes?” She could. He stood up. “It’s just a light sprain ... I’ve had one before. No point in going to the hospital. They’ll charge you a few hundred dollars just to wrap it in a tensor bandage, one of which I have in my medical kit.” He went and got it, and then wrapped the bandage firmly around her ankle. “If the swelling gets really big, though, we will have to go to the hospital.”

She looked at him, impressed. “You have a medical kit.”

“Yeah ... it helps to be prepared for anything. Worked out in this case, right?”

Nancy felt her cheeks redden again. Del was so thoughtful, taking care of her after her stupid, embarrassing accident.

“You should sleep down here,” he informed her.

“Um, what?”

He looked at the stairs. “I could help you upstairs, but you really shouldn’t move until you’ve healed a bit overnight. Plus, if you need to go to the bathroom, it’s right there.” He pointed to the door in the corner of his suite.

“I don’t know...”

“I’ll sleep on the floor.” He grabbed a pillow and walked over to his linen closet.

“The floor’s hardwood tile ... I put it in myself,” she told him. “You’re not sleeping on it, or you won’t be rested enough for school tomorrow. C’mon...” She scooted to one side of the bed and patted the other. “I’ll sleep on top of the covers,” she said as she saw his concerned look, “okay?”

Del brushed his teeth and slipped under the covers, keeping only his boxers on. “G’nite,” he said to her again.

“Sweet dreams.”

Nancy had tried putting her tights back on while Del was in the bathroom, but she couldn’t get them over the tensor bandage without hurting her ankle. Wearing only her long t-shirt and panties, after sleeping for a bit, she woke up cold. Well, he seems to be asleep, she considered, so it’ll be safe for me to get under the covers now. She awkwardly contorted her body to do so, and instantly felt warmer. “Ahh...” she sighed, falling back into slumber.

That evening, the temperature dropped; Autumn had finally arrived in full force. As they slept, Del’s and Nancy’s bodies, feeling the creeping chill, naturally gravitated toward the nearest source of heat: each other’s bodies.

Nancy woke to the feeling of something hard pressing into her lower back, and a hand on one of her boobs, over her t-shirt. Del’s palm couldn’t fully encompass her D-cup breast, but it was holding the underside, just below her erect nipple. “Del?” she called out softly.

He didn’t answer, or even move.

She put her own hand over his. This was such a thrillingly intimate situation, and she had been starved for affection, not to mention jealous of Trista. She pressed Del’s hand into her breast and moaned. She knew that was Del’s large erection pressing into her lower back. A few hours ago she had been masturbating as she watched Del whacking off again, and then she slipped and had tumbled down into his suite ... so embarrassing! And yet Del had immediately taken charge, tending to her injury. She rather liked how assertive and decisive he had become in the moment. She tried flexing her ankle, but it was held fast by the tensor bandage ... probably for the best, she thought. Del was such a good boy -- good man, she amended. That was definitely a man’s cock digging into her back.