Injury and Caregiver Fantasy.

“I don’t have a title for it. None of these types of works have a title. I‘m…” She blushes a bit.

“These types of works? Maggie, what did you pick?” Dave asks, smiling and rubbing her back gently.

Maggie closes her eyes for a second, relishing the feel of his hand moving up and down her back, “I don’t want mom to find these particular pieces. Let‘s…let‘s leave it at that…” She takes another second, blushing a little still.

Then she starts to read the story, weakly, hesitantly at first. Dave keeps his smile gentle on her, lightly rubbing her back. Maggie’s breathing becomes labored as he continues his ministrations. Even though he isn’t really paying attention to the story , what he does hear of her writing is very good and descriptive. As she reads her nerves calm and her voice becomes stronger. He notices her sneaking glances at him as the story starts to heat up.

The story is about a gymnast that injures herself and falls for her caregiver, a neighbor who took time out to help her parents getting her to doctor’s appointments when they weren’t able to. With a start he realizes this story is about him and Maggie, well except the sexual parts that come later in the story.

When Maggie was fourteen she had injured her right ankle severely at Gymnastics practice. And Dave, being a nice guy with nothing to do, had volunteered to help her workaholic parents with making sure Maggie got to the doctors and rehab. They had paid him a two thousand dollars for the summer and early fall of the year. By the end, when she was able to actually walk again he had felt a little attraction to the girl, though he didn’t act upon it since she was seven years younger than him. Idly he thinks he wasted that last wish for her to vividly imagine her as the female lead and him as the male lead. She probably would hae done that anyway, his wish perhaps reinforcing it and driving any embarrassment of the situation away.

She gets to the part where the girl gives herself to the caregiver letting him take her virginity, when he notices a little sheen of sweat on her face starting to bead up and streak down. Her breathing is labored, and her nipples are poking her shirt rather prominently. Her hips rock gently upon his lap.

She finishes the story and looks over at him, biting her lip.

“You know, Maggie. Elements of that story kinda feel familiar.”

She nods her head in short jerking motions, “After my accident I was depressed and you cheered me up so much. My…my mom suggested I keep a journal…this is what came out.”

Gripping the wishbone Dave wishes her to never be offended by what he asks, and to be totally truthful to him, “Are you a virgin, Maggie?”

Maggie nods, her eyes looking at you lustfully, “Yes, but I broke my hymen in gymnastics class doing a deep split. It freaked me out! I was wearing white leotards, and then that bitch Pamela pointed at my crotch and started laughing. I was so embarrassed, and afraid and…”

“Pamela was that blond girl we ran into the mall over that summer, right?”

Maggie nods, “Yeah, she hated me because I was better than her at everything except the uneven bars.” Her hand is caressing Dave’s face as she speaks, looking directly into his eyes.

“Before you said accident in a suspicious way…was it not an accident?” Dave asks, feeling angry that it might not have been.

Since she was unable to lie she nods, “I think Pamela made sure the uneven bars weren’t tightened correctly. I landed bad and shattered my ankle, and she was the only one that held back, almost smirking.”

Dave’s eyes narrow, “So…where does Pamela live?”

Maggie tells Dave, then brings her face up to kiss him. Dave kisses the sweet girl tenderly, quickly he wishes that all the pain in her ankle disappeared forever, though she keeps the scar from the surgery, Dave did not want to freak her out totally.

Maggie breaks the kiss, repositions her glasses so the won't grind into his face, then straddles his lap. Her new position lets her kiss him from above, and Dave eagerly cranes his neck to accept her kisses.

Just as it starts getting a hot and heavy, what with Maggie grinding on Dave’s erection, and Dave caressing her perky tits, tweaking her young puffy nipples through her shirt, the front door opens and slams shut downstairs.

Maggie, in a fit of panic jumps off his lap, her Lisa Loeb-like glasses falling to the edge of her nose, “Oh my god…ummm…get to the bathroom!”

Dave nods, and silently wishes for whoever is downstairs to not hear his running footsteps.