Something woke me up in the middle of the night. I looked around, then focused my eyes on the clock. 1:13 a.m. My first reaction was to curse, which I accompanied with a yawn. A noise from above had wakened me. I didn't know why I was so sure, but I was. A nice looking girl named Jessica lives in the flat above me. She is 21. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about anything, ready to fall asleep again. A moan came from above. There was a seductive tinge in it, pain and pleasure mixed together. For all I knew she was single, but obviously I was wrong. I heard shuffling, then another, more persistent moan. The moan quickly turned into a series of quiet gasps, which started to fray my nerves. I heard something heavy dropping with a crash. "They are getting wild", I thought to myself.

I was getting sleepy, imagining Jessica being fucked by her boyfriend.

"Sam, can you hear me?" Jessica's urgent voice came from above.

My name! Startled, I sat up in bed, unable to grasp what was happening. Was it a dream or reality?

"I need you, Sam," she intoned passionately.

My drowsiness evaporated instantly. I dressed as fast as I could, wondering if it was some kind of joke.

I knocked warily on Jessica's door.

"Come in, it's open," she cried out impatiently.

It was almost dark inside; the only light coming from her reading lamp. She was in bed, lying on her side, staring at me.

"I heard you calling my name so... ," I said nervously.

"Sorry for waking you up."

"No problem."

Illuminated by the light from the lamp, her angelic face was nicely framed by her shoulder length blond hair. Closing her eyes, she parted her lips and moaned softly. My feet drew me closer. She was dressed in a blue T-shirt which swelled gently over her breasts. It barely covered her upper thighs.

"I thought that maybe you would..." she started, and then blushed slightly.

"I am just as embarrassed as you are."

She smiled and looked at the floor, her fingertips toying with a stray lock of hair.

"The point is that I ... need some help," she said.

"What can I do for you?"

"My cat tripped me while I was going to the bathroom in the dark. It could have been funny if I hadn't hurt my ankle. " she explained.

As if on cue, her cat meowed. A fat Siamese, for what I could see was sprawled in the corner.

"Shut up, Sophie!" Jessica said, then looked at me and added," I need some painkillers. In the bathroom, just above the sink."

I stole a look at Jessica's feet, clad in white socks, then brought the pills and a glass of water.

"Maybe I should call a doctor," I said, watching her take the pills.

She graciously bent her head while dinking. Her neck was long and slender.

"I hope my ankle will get better by tomorrow. If not, then I will have to see a doctor. Sam, can you help me go to the bathroom. I don't want to wet myself. This stupid ankle of mine..."

"Of course."

She sat up in bed, swinging her legs over the side. When her feet touched the floor, a soft whine escaped her lips and her left cheek started to twitch. I came closer, offering my hand to help her up. The palm of her small hand felt like silk, somehow inhumanly soft. Slowly, she got up, putting all her weight on her right leg. Trying to keep her left foot off the floor, she swayed, then grabbed my shoulder for support. I slid my arm around her waist, our eyes meeting for a second.

"Can you put weight on your ankle?" I asked.

Jessica shook her head, leaned on me and hopped on her good foot. With her left arm around my neck, her body pressed against mine, I felt my emotions surge. She moaned again.

We clumsily made our way to the bathroom. She was emitting soft moans all the time. Noises that were driving me crazy, that urged me to do something. She was so helpless, so sweet and tender.

I was ashamed that I wanted to have sex with her. She had called me because she needed help. She was suffering badly, and the idiot in me was thinking about sex.

"Thank you so much, Sam!"she said, and managed a smile,"I could have never done it without you."

"You're welcome," I said shyly.

She drew away from me and leaned on the doorjamb. My hands felt oppressively empty without her. As I was musing upon this, she hopped in and closed the door behind her.

I helped her back to her bed, this time holding her more tightly. The symphony of moans continued. She seemed to feel comfortable with me, or maybe she wasn't paying attention to me because of the pain in her ankle.

"Thank you," she said, and pecked me on the cheek before slumping down on her bed.

"Let me see your ankle," I said.

"Nope," she shook her head, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Why not?"

"I think I know what you want to see."

Her hands slid under the hem of her t-shirt, stayed there for a second, and then pulled it up slowly, revealing a lack of panties and something more. I was impressed with what she had shown me, especially her wet pussy, but at the same time, I felt cheated. All this damsel-in-distress crap was a lie. Her ankle wasn't injured. She had lied to me, plain and simple.

"I have to go," I said dryly and turned to leave.

Her hand shot up and grabbed mine.

"Don't! It is not what it..." she started.

"Oh, come on! I am not an idiot," I cried out, and harshly pulled my hand free.

Jessica dropped on the sideboard, nearly falling off the bed. Her left foot hit the floor.

The scream that ensued nearly pierced my ear-drums. Her face contorted with pain, and her eyes bulged grotesquely. She was clutching her ankle, trembling all over. Gradually, her scream transformed into sobs. I took a tentative step toward her, then awkwardly kneeled beside her. She slapped me in the face, hard. I blinked, surprised how strong her hand was.

"I am so sorry. I thought..." I said guiltily.

"Get out! Now!" she hissed.

I looked up at her, seeking her eyes. She was staring at her ankle, still clutching it in her hands, whimpering. I reached out and unclasped her trembling fingers.

"What are you doing?" she asked confusedly, the anger gone from her voice.

"I'm trying to help you."

She just hummed, but didn't stop me as I took off her sock. Despite my caution, even the gentlest touch seemed to be causing her pain. Her anklebones were barely visible under the swelling, and there was a big, crescent-shaped bruise on the side of her foot.

"Do you have any bandages here?" I asked.

"No."

"I will be back in a minute," I said, and hurried back to my apartment.

"I don't think I need anything from you," I heard her saying.

When I returned with the bandages, she looked at me and sighed with resignation. I kneeled and started wrapping her ankle. Her foot was small, almost childlike, with nice, dainty toes.

"Have you ever done that before?" she asked.

"No."

I applied the bandage, making sure it wasn't too tight.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

Jessica curled up her toes, hesitated for a second, then said," It's fine".

Then, I brought all the ice from the fridge and put it on her ankle. She winced and smiled.