Secluded House
Copyright© 2007 by Heel
Chapter 8: Homecoming
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Homecoming - A flat tire turned Tiffany's life upside down for good.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including BDSM Doctor/Nurse Foot Fetish Leg Fetish
The next day, Steven drove me home. On the way, we had lively conversation. The only topic left untouched was our love making yesterday.
Steven pulled up before my house and helped me out of the car. I waited supporting myself on the passenger door as he brought the crutches along. I tucked them under my armpits.
"Why don't you come in?" I asked and headed toward the front door.
"I have to go."
There was tension in his voice.
"Could you please park the car in the garage?"
"Of course," he mumbled.
"There is a blue Honda inside. Take it. It is old but in good working order."
"No. I will take a bus."
"Do as I tell you!"
"OK."
I stopped and looked at him.
"Am I gonna see you again?" I asked.
"I will call you."
I hobbled into the house, found the keys and returned to the front door. Steven was standing outside, looking down at the ground.
"Good luck, Steve! You are nice guy," I said as I gave him the keys.
"Thank you, Tiffany! I... I am so sorry about your leg."
"I am fine."
"Your leg has to be X-rayed! Promise me to do it as soon as possible!" he neared me and pecked my cheek.
"You think that the broken bones are not set correctly?" I asked.
"We have to be sure."
"OK."
I watched as the car disappeared behind the corner.
I am alone. I have never been more despondent. Am I falling in love with him? This is stupid. I don't even know him. We just had sex. That's all. All this reasoning didn't help me feel better.
A week passed. The pain was bearable. Most of the time, I stayed home. When the weather allowed, I was going out in the garden. Since I couldn't drive, my neighbors were so kind to do the shopping for me. Some of my colleagues came to see me. It was disturbing. They were asking too many questions. Moreover, they were gaping at the cast as if I was some kind of freak. One of them even said that I must not stay alone, and that he would like to attend to my needs. I barely restrained from hitting him.
Steven didn't call. I tried to call him but his mobile was switched off. I must forget him. I like him. I like him very much. So what! I can scratch my itching toes myself.
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