It was around this time that I met Tom, who was to have an important bearing on my decision as to what to do with my life.
Tom came into the physical therapy unit about a month after I did at a time when I was already showing marked improvement and getting around increasingly more. He hadn't been hurt nearly as badly as I had, although we had a lot in common. Mainly, he was also from the city and had been on vacation in the mountains and had been involved in an automobile accident. He was an interesting-looking man in his early twenties. He wasn't really handsome but he was very attractive, and from his first day in the unit every woman patient and nurse was taken with him. Charm plus personality, that was Tom. And it was me he singled out to make friends with almost from the first day he appeared in the unit.
I was sitting down reading a book when he wheeled up to me and said, 'What's a nice girl like you doing in a joint like this?'
I laughed and pointed to the walking cast I was still wearing, and said, 'What's a lousy joint like this doing in a girl like me?'
He thought that was pretty funny, and we became friendly right away. However, I made sure that our conversations didn't go too far beyond the joking stage. I purposely kept him at a distance because I didn't want to get involved with anybody at that point. I felt I was too insecure to risk another romance with either a man or a woman.
However, I had to admit to myself that after months without sex, now that I was getting physically better my sexual urges were coming back. Frequently during the night I would find myself dreaming of sex. The lovers in my dreams seemed to be of both sexes simultaneously, or, frequently, a man would start to fuck me and then turn into a woman, or vice versa. In one dream I was sucking the clitoris of a lover that vaguely seemed to me to be Katrina. Then, suddenly, as I kissed the pink glistening nub, it grew into an enormous cock, about the size of Red's, that brutally forced its way into my mouth and started choking me. I awoke gasping for breath, a sharp, tingling sensation between my legs. Putting my hand to my crotch I quickly discovered that my cunt was wringing wet. My touch on my pussy excited me even more, and before I knew it I was rubbing my clitoris, and then finger-fucking myself.
The hair on my cunt had long since grown back and I could feel it matted from my juices as I worked my finger up my hole and circulated the palm of my hand over my clitoris and the moist folds of my juicy cunt. I pushed my finger, then two, then three, in and out of my cunt at an accelerating speed, lifting my ass from the sheets and arching my back and spreading try legs to accommodate my pumping.
With my free hand I began to massage my tits, paying particular attention to my nipples which astounded me with their sensitivity and hardness. As I continued to finger my cunt I could feel a shudder spread through my body and I quickly came. After that there were many more dreams capped off with frantic masturbation, sometimes even using pieces of fruit to penetrate my hungry cunt.
Meanwhile, after I was living in the physical therapy unit and masturbating almost nightly, Tom started pressing me to deepen our friendship. I continued to make jokes and to avoid going any further. I had a good time with him, but I didn't let him get close to me. For weeks he took it like a good sport. And then, finally, one afternoon as we sat alone together he leaned over and kissed me.
'Please don't do that,' I said.
Suddenly his face flushed and he said, almost angrily, 'What h waste. You're beautiful. You look like you were made for love; but I swear you're made out of ice. I don't even know why I want to kiss you. It would probably be wasted emotion.'
I don't know why, but when he said that I felt like my sex appeal was being challenged, the one thing I had always depended on. I was confused, and felt uncertain of myself. To mask my quandary I teased him, saying, 'Want to bet?'
He looked at me, his anger suddenly gone. 'Dinner's on me if you lose,' he said.
'Where do we make the test?'
'Right here, Honeysuckle,' he said, embracing me.
When he called me that a sensation of longing engulfed me. When we had originally met I had told him that was my name, but probably because it was unusual, he generally avoided calling me by name. Now when he said it under these circumstances, I felt that he understood me and could be trusted; that he cared for me as a human being. As he passionately kissed me, I returned the favor, our tongues darting into each other's mouths.
When we broke off the kiss for air, Tom led me to a secluded corner where he kissed me with even more passion. It had started out as a silly bet, something to be done in fun and games, but the first kiss had quickly ended all notions that we were playing, and now Tom was running his hands over my body as our lips met. My tits tingled under his touch, and without even thinking about the consequences, I welcomed the pressure of his leg which he thrust into my crotch, rubbing my cunt sensuously.
By the Tom ended the second kiss and nuzzled my ear, whispering, 'I've never been so glad to lose a bet,' all restraint was gone and I was anxious to go on.
It had been so long since I had been physically involved with another person that I had forgotten what it was actually like. I found myself overcome with excitement, almost as though it were the first time I'd ever made out with a boy. Tom heightened my stimulation by working his hands over my tits which were shielded only by a flimsy bra and a thin cotton blouse. Then he dropped an arm and brought his hand up under the folds of my skirt, cupping my sopping cunt through the drenched crotch of my panties, and I knew I was really hot and didn't want to turn back.
The other patients in the unit were off in therapy, or out in town on passes, so we were alone in the recreation room. We had moved over to a secluded, dark corner and our movements were shielded by a potted rubber tree plant that would conceal us if anyone should happen into the room. Still, if we were to do anything, we'd have to do it rapidly because if a whole group of people came in we'd be detected.
With this in mind, I quickly dropped to my knees and began frantically fooling with Tom's zipper, hungrily reaching through the folds of his pants and shorts for his cock. As my hands found it and wrapped around its shaft, I could feel that it was a big one and as hard as a rock. Pulling the cock out and wrapping my lips around it, it suddenly occurred to me that it had been about six months since I had even seen a man's cock, let alone sucked one. This served to motivate me to suck it harder, encircling his waist with my arms and pressing my hands against the soft flesh of his asscheeks in order to pull him toward my face so his cock would ram down my throat. Since time was a factor, I furiously slid my lips back and forth along his shaft, stopping at the top to tickle his cockhead with my tongue, and then plunging back down to the base and his balls, which I had now removed from his trousers and was massaging with my hand as I blew him.
Tom's moans were getting louder from my tantalizing sucking, and I knew I had to finish him off. before he made so much noise he attracted people from other parts of the building. I revolved my mouth, taking his burning prick in my mouth down to his pubic hair, and then sliding back again to the tip, then sucking it down again. I covered his cock with the circular up-and-down motion of my mouth, while my tongue caressed all of his prick I could reach. My handiwork soon netted results as I could feel his cock arch into a swelling curve inside my mouth and suddenly thrust halfway down my throat, shooting a spurting series of huge globs of scalding cum like an automatic rifle firing hot lead. I made sure I swallowed every drop of his jism so there would be no trace of what we had been up to.
When we were finished and Tom was putting his cock back into his pants, he said with genuine concern, 'What about you, Honeysuckle? You gave me pleasure, but I wasn't able to do the same for you.'
Oh, if only he knew what a thrill it was to suck a cock after so long, I thought, but kept it to myself. Besides, I was pleased that he was so concerned about my satisfaction, something that hadn't exactly been a usual quality in the self-centered men I had known. On the other hand, I wasn't sure whether my attraction to him was sincere, or the result of being starved for sex for so long, and I didn't want to encourage him until I was sure. So I responded to his concern with silence.
'Tonight,' he said, 'tonight. We'll get passes and go to that restaurant we were talking about, and then rent a room for a couple of hours. I promise you, you won't be sorry.'
'No, we can't,' I said. 'The town's so small that there's only one hotel. Everybody would find out about it.'
He chuckled softly. 'What if they did? We're all grown up.'
'No,' I insisted, 'I just don't think I could take that right now.'
'Well, then, where and when?' he said urgently.
