*
After his weekend with Holly, Kenny welcomed his Monday morning workout with Lars. Something he did three times a week.
“Five more,” Lars said, standing close in case Kenny needed help with the barbell.
The blond-haired, blue-eyed Swede was well over six feet tall, and two hundred pounds of solid muscle. He still spoke with a slight accent although he’d told Kenny he’d been in the U.S. for more than ten years.
Straining, Kenny lifted the weight for the last repetition and lowered it.
“Good job, man.” Lars took the barbell and set it aside. He then helped Kenny out of his chair to lie face down on the bed where he went to work massaging Kenny’s tired muscles.
“What the hell were you doing all weekend?” Lars asked, pressing the heels of his beefy hands into Kenny’s shoulder blades. “I’ve never seen you this stiff and tight.”
“Just the usual,” Kenny lied. He didn’t feel comfortable telling Lars he’d been getting it on with the neighbor. That he’d had more sex this past weekend than he’d thought was humanly possible. And the fact that he’d been restrained to a wheelchair hadn’t slowed him down one bit.
His dick twitched, remembering all the things he and Holly had done together, especially the way she’d gone down on him with her luscious lips and sweet mouth. It was something he hadn’t expected.
They hadn’t made any plans to get together again when she’d left last evening. She’d simply taken her time getting dressed, then kissed him goodnight, tongue and all. With a small wave and a “See ya” she’d disappeared.
Already he missed her. And he wanted her back.
What would she say if he called her once Lars left and asked her to come over? Libby was at the clinic all day and he knew Jordan was at school, until three o’clock anyway.
Would she say yes, or would she tell him it was over? That now that she’d been satisfied, she was good for a while?
“Have you given any thought to having that surgery?” Lars asked, interrupting Kenny’s thoughts.
“To be real honest, Lars, I think I’ve decided against it. My chances of walking again are only sixty percent, which is good, yet the risk of me being paralyzed even more just isn’t worth it.” Although the surgeon he’d talk to said he felt quite certain he could relieve the compression successfully.
“Hey, that’s cool, man. I understand. Messing with your spinal cord is some scary shit.” He paused, and then added, “At least you’re a cartoonist. Don’t need any legs for that.”
No, he didn’t need legs for his occupation, but it sure would be nice to be able to walk again. It would be nice to have Holly on her knees, crawl behind her and take her from that position. Or to be on his knees, staring down into her face while he pounded into her.
Kenny was trying to erase those erotic images when he noticed Holly, dressed in jeans and a yellow sweater, standing in the doorway to his bedroom. She was holding a napkin lined basket filled with muffins of some kind.
Kenny could only stare up at her in disbelief, as if he’d been caught doing something naughty. But he had no reason to feel guilty. Fantasizing about fucking a sexy woman wasn’t a bad thing, especially now that he’d admitted to her that she’d been driving him crazy.
Lars was the one to greet her. “Hey,” he said. “I’m Lars, and I’ll be out of here in about ten minutes.”
She smiled. “I’m Holly Mayfield. I live next door. I brought over some blueberry muffins for Kenny. And Libby,” she added, trying to hide the blush on her face. “Kenny, I’ll just leave these on the kitchen counter.” And then she was gone.
“Hey, man, is she your woman?” Lars asked once she was out of sight.
“No.”
“You sure? Because I felt your pulse ricocheting. Kaboom, kaboom. You know what I mean?”
Yeah, Kenny knew exactly what he meant. The only problem was he didn’t know what to do about it. Surely, Holly wasn’t going to
After his weekend with Holly, Kenny welcomed his Monday morning workout with Lars. Something he did three times a week.
“Five more,” Lars said, standing close in case Kenny needed help with the barbell.
The blond-haired, blue-eyed Swede was well over six feet tall, and two hundred pounds of solid muscle. He still spoke with a slight accent although he’d told Kenny he’d been in the U.S. for more than ten years.
Straining, Kenny lifted the weight for the last repetition and lowered it.
“Good job, man.” Lars took the barbell and set it aside. He then helped Kenny out of his chair to lie face down on the bed where he went to work massaging Kenny’s tired muscles.
“What the hell were you doing all weekend?” Lars asked, pressing the heels of his beefy hands into Kenny’s shoulder blades. “I’ve never seen you this stiff and tight.”
“Just the usual,” Kenny lied. He didn’t feel comfortable telling Lars he’d been getting it on with the neighbor. That he’d had more sex this past weekend than he’d thought was humanly possible. And the fact that he’d been restrained to a wheelchair hadn’t slowed him down one bit.
His dick twitched, remembering all the things he and Holly had done together, especially the way she’d gone down on him with her luscious lips and sweet mouth. It was something he hadn’t expected.
They hadn’t made any plans to get together again when she’d left last evening. She’d simply taken her time getting dressed, then kissed him goodnight, tongue and all. With a small wave and a “See ya” she’d disappeared.
Already he missed her. And he wanted her back.
What would she say if he called her once Lars left and asked her to come over? Libby was at the clinic all day and he knew Jordan was at school, until three o’clock anyway.
Would she say yes, or would she tell him it was over? That now that she’d been satisfied, she was good for a while?
“Have you given any thought to having that surgery?” Lars asked, interrupting Kenny’s thoughts.
“To be real honest, Lars, I think I’ve decided against it. My chances of walking again are only sixty percent, which is good, yet the risk of me being paralyzed even more just isn’t worth it.” Although the surgeon he’d talk to said he felt quite certain he could relieve the compression successfully.
“Hey, that’s cool, man. I understand. Messing with your spinal cord is some scary shit.” He paused, and then added, “At least you’re a cartoonist. Don’t need any legs for that.”
No, he didn’t need legs for his occupation, but it sure would be nice to be able to walk again. It would be nice to have Holly on her knees, crawl behind her and take her from that position. Or to be on his knees, staring down into her face while he pounded into her.
Kenny was trying to erase those erotic images when he noticed Holly, dressed in jeans and a yellow sweater, standing in the doorway to his bedroom. She was holding a napkin lined basket filled with muffins of some kind.
Kenny could only stare up at her in disbelief, as if he’d been caught doing something naughty. But he had no reason to feel guilty. Fantasizing about fucking a sexy woman wasn’t a bad thing, especially now that he’d admitted to her that she’d been driving him crazy.
Lars was the one to greet her. “Hey,” he said. “I’m Lars, and I’ll be out of here in about ten minutes.”
She smiled. “I’m Holly Mayfield. I live next door. I brought over some blueberry muffins for Kenny. And Libby,” she added, trying to hide the blush on her face. “Kenny, I’ll just leave these on the kitchen counter.” And then she was gone.
“Hey, man, is she your woman?” Lars asked once she was out of sight.
“No.”
“You sure? Because I felt your pulse ricocheting. Kaboom, kaboom. You know what I mean?”
Yeah, Kenny knew exactly what he meant. The only problem was he didn’t know what to do about it. Surely, Holly wasn’t going to
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