6 comments/ 27007 views/ 14 favorites Sam and Amy By: thornapple By Philip Johnson Chapter One His name was Sam Conklin, just over six feet tall, twenty nine years old and reasonably handsome. He had medium brown hair that parted on the right because he was left handed and he was clean shaven. Sam owned the right half of a duplex that was empty on the left half and had been empty for several weeks. When Sam was home he preferred to wear shorts even well into the fall when everybody else was pulling out the sweatshirts and he frequently shunned a shirt. Shorts and loafers were about it unless he expected company. There were four duplexes arranged in a circle around a cul de sac and that provided each duplex with some semblance of a private backyard. They were all very similar, two bedrooms and a bath and a half but they also had a small basement for storage and a washer and dryer. Because they were fairly inexpensive to own they were popular with the under forty set, though there was one crabby old couple that lived in one of the end units. Sam had decided they were bitter because they weren't under forty anymore. Considering that they were mostly younger people it was surprising that it was a fairly stable little group, mostly consisting of couples including a gay couple that lived next to the crabby older couple. Over the last couple of days the maintenance guy had been working on the back sprinkler system around the cul de sac, turning a zone on for the season and testing the sprinkler heads, fixing and repairing the ones that didn't pop up before moving to the next zone. The for sale sign on the unit next to him came down so it was just a matter of time before he would have a new neighbor. That was one bad thing about the duplexes. Every time somebody moved out the other half of that duplex had to accept whatever moved into the unit next to them. It helped a lot to be tolerant and forgiving. After the for sale sign disappeared it continued to stay empty for a few more weeks. Sam had been working six and seven days a week so he hadn't had time to even give it much thought let alone worry about a new neighbor. When his hours were finally cut back to five days a week he felt like he was working part time. Sam finally saw his new neighbor. She was fairly tall, longish brown hair done in a ponytail with a rubber band holding it together. She was wearing baggy sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt and beat up white athletic shoes. Understandable while she moved in but a week later she was still dressing about the same way. Good looking? Who could tell? Not even any makeup that he could detect. The tall part was about all he could be certain of. He made a point of catching her out in front and introduced himself. She might as well know what or who was living next to her. She wasn't cold exactly but very aloof and not very inclined to make small talk but he learned her name was Amy. Well at least she wouldn't be a bother to him. It was doubtful she'd have noisy parties of that he felt sure. Sam had moved in just a few weeks before so it wasn't hard for him to remember what she was going through. He was looking at the backyard through the small window over his kitchen sink when he heard a muffled sound and then a yelp and a cry. He stood there for a second and then wiped his hands and went out the backdoor to investigate. He didn't notice at first but when he heard her cry out again he followed the sound and found her on the ground next to a couple of low bushes. She was on her back and crying and mumbling something. "Amy what happened?" She was still moaning and mumbling but he got, "I tripped over something." "You okay?" "Hell I don't know." Her tone was anything but friendly but he wrote it off to her being in pain. She caught her breath and just stared at him. "I'm Sam your next door neighbor in case you don't remember." "Of course I remember. You just going to stand there?" "No I was thinking I'd go back home and finish my chores." "And leave me here?" "I don't know, maybe. Would you like me to help you?" She toned it down and just said, "Yes." "Okay. Where do you hurt?" "My right ankle and both of my wrists." "Then I guess I'd better carry you inside." She was looking up at him standing there in his shorts and no shirt. "You'll what?" "That's the best way to get you in side. Of course I could drag you in by your hair caveman style or maybe by your uninjured ankle. Another alternative would be a five hundred dollar call for an ambulance." "My God no, I don't have any insurance yet." "Okay." He just stood there looking at her. He knew he'd help her regardless but he didn't take kindly to being treated rudely so he was going to make her work for it. She looked at him expectantly. "Well?" "I was waiting for you to decide how you wanted to be transported inside. If you can't decide I can come back in an hour or so." "Damn it carry me okay?" "Okay." He was going to make her say please but he changed his mind. He got on his knees, worked his arms under her and managed to get her up and pulled close to his bare chest. Her right arm went behind him automatically and she tried to hold on without using her hand or bumping her wrist. It was quite a scene at her door. He couldn't reach the doorknob and she couldn't use her hand. "You'll have to wrap your arm around my neck and hang on so I can open the door." With that done he got her in and onto the couch. He straightened up and caught his breath as he surveyed the situation. "Who can I call to come help you?" "I don't know anybody here, I'm from St. Louis." "Amy I think we better call an ambulance for you." "Damn it Sam I can't afford that. I don't think I broke anything." "I could take you in my car." "But I'd still have to pay for everything there." "Well yeah I imagine so." "I don't start my job for ten more days, that's why there's no insurance." "Then I don't know what you're going to do. At the very least we have to get some ice on your wrists and ankle. Do you have any frozen peas?" "Why do you care what's in my freezer?" "To use as an icepack." "Oh. No, I hate peas." "Do you have ice made?" "Of course." "Where are your kitchen towels?" "Left of the sink." Sam made a couple of icepacks and did his best to put them on her wrists. Then he squatted down and started to move her pant leg up. It figured that she would choose that day to start wearing jeans. The outside of her ankle was puffing up nicely and looked painful. "Amy I think I have an ace bandage at home somewhere. I'll get that so we can do a better job with the ice. You're ankle is really swelling. Keep it elevated and I'll be right back." Chapter Two Sam returned with the ace bandage and had a package of frozen peas and it only took him a minute to get her ankle wrapped. Amy seemed to be regaining some control but her eyes were still red and puffy from crying. He got her a glass of water and had her take four ibuprofen to help with the swelling and perhaps help with the pain a little. Then Sam pulled a chair closer to her and asked her, "Okay we've made temporary adjustments but do you have a plan from this point?" She sniffed and said, "No" and she started to cry again. She was hard to understand but between sobs he managed to get, "I miss my old house, I miss my yard, I miss my friends back home and on top of that I hurt like hell, I'm almost broke and the only person to help me is you." "Gee thanks." "I mean you're a guy." "I noticed that this morning when I shaved." "No I mean I have to pee" and she cried all the harder. That was something that Sam hadn't even considered. Sprains he knew about from high school football. Helping a woman pee was new territory for him. He stared at her for a minute trying hard to come up with a plan but it took him a couple of minutes. "Okay. At least for this time I'll get you a towel and we can put it between your legs. You can pee into the towel and then I'll rinse it out." "Oh Sam that's gross." "No it isn't. Hell I've dealt with worse things than that. You don't have much choice I'm afraid." "Oh God this is awful. There is nothing left to go wrong now. It just can't get worse than this. God how I wish I'd never left St. Louis." "I'll get a towel. It will be okay you'll see." He was back a second later and rolled it up and then stopped. He'd forgotten about her jeans. He went back to her bathroom and returned with her other towel and draped it across her pelvis and she watched him in disbelief as he reached under it and started to undo her button and zipper. A man she hardly even knew was taking her pants and panties off. This had to be the worst day of her life. Once her jeans were unfastened he had her raise her hips the best she could and he started to coax them down. Too bad they fit her hips so nicely. Baggy ones would have been a lot easier. In getting her jeans down the towel wanted to move too so he'd have to stop and reposition the towel and then work on the pants again. It took him some time but he got them down and then had to unwrap her ankle so he could slide her jeans the rest of the way off. Once that was done he had to deal with her panties. He'd removed his share of women's panties but this was awkward for him. Once again he felt under the towel and started to work them down. Amy was dying of embarrassment but she kept silent. She had to pee too much to complain anymore. "Amy do you think you can position the towel once I get it close?" "I don't think so." He mumbled to himself, "I was afraid of that" and proceeded. He had to touch her he couldn't help it. His hands brushed the insides of her thighs as he worked the wadded towel up against her. "Spread your legs a little more." She couldn't believe what was happening. She resigned herself to it and spread her legs and he said, "Okay. Want me to leave the room or something?" She laughed out loud. "My God Sam after what you just did? No that won't be necessary" and when she let go it felt to her like she was going to go forever and worried that the towel wouldn't hold it. She didn't want to pee all over her sofa. She told him when she was done and he reached under the towel that was over her hips. His thought was the rolled up towel next to her thighs would stay dry and just the center would be wet but when he retrieved it he discovered it was pretty well soaked. He disappeared into the bathroom and soon returned with a washcloth. "Amy I really should clean the insides of your thighs but I won't if you don't want me to." She didn't answer him right away. She managed to get the towel that was across her pelvis between two fingers on her left hand and whipped it off. Looking up at the ceiling in embarrassment she whined, "Damn it Sam just do what you have to do." He was frozen in place. He was looking at her nearly shaved mound. Amy didn't want to even talk to him a day ago and here he was looking at her nude below the waist. He realized he was staring and started to gently cleanse her thighs. He left to rinse the rag and returned and proceeded with his task. How much did women clean up there after they peed? He'd seen a woman or two wipe themselves and it always seemed like they were pretty thorough. He was doing his best but he finally asked her, "How much am I supposed to clean?" She had tears sliding down her right cheek as she stared at the far wall and said, "Between...the lips." He didn't say anything more and went to his task. This was something more intimate and personal than he'd ever shared with his last girlfriend that was for sure. When he was done he retrieved the towel and patted the water off and covered her up again. When he returned she was lying there staring at the ceiling again. He had remained pretty detached from most of what he'd done but seeing her there with wet cheeks, puffy eyes and her hair a mess he felt sorry for her. He knelt on the floor next to her and gently brushed her hair back from her face. That made her cry harder than she'd cried since her accident and she did her best to throw her left arm around his neck and pulled him to her. Her wrists hurt like crazy so she couldn't hold him in a normal way but she did her best and he just leaned into her and slipped his right arm around her to let her cry as long as she felt the need. She finally took a deep breath and put her left arm back beside her and looked at the man that had just touched her so intimately. "Sam I'm sorry I'm such a bitch. I hurt like hell and I'm so embarrassed." "I understand. I'm sorry I wasn't a little more patient with you. Amy we just solved the immediate problems. But we have to figure out what to do next." "Don't you know any woman around here?" "I've only lived her a short while and I've worked so much I don't know anybody in the area, man or woman. I can take tomorrow off and then we have the weekend but after that we have a problem." "We have a problem now. What if I wake up during the night and need something and you're home in bed?" "I didn't think of that." "I think I'll be better in a couple of days but that doesn't help right now. I might even be able to hop on one foot now but then what? I don't have the use of my hands." "Are you sure I can't take you to the doctor?" "Sam I have enough money to carry me for about thirty days. If I go to the doctor I'll be broke before I even leave his office. Besides that doesn't solve my immediate problem. They wouldn't admit me so I'd still have to come back home and be alone." "I can only come up with one thought." "God I hope it will work." "It's up to you. Do you have a guest room?" "Sure." "Then at bedtime I'll put you to bed and I'll sleep in the guest room. We'll go like that until Sunday afternoon and see how well you do and take it from there. Now before you say anything remember that means I'll be your total caregiver. That includes bathing and even brushing your teeth." "You hardly know me and you'd be willing to do that?" "I can't just walk away from you. Hell I'm not even sure you could dial a phone even if you could reach it. Of course I'd do it for you." "Moving here for a great new job seemed like such a wonderful adventure when it started. I've managed to go for twenty six years and not have a serious injury and now look. I have three of them in one day and all while I have no insurance. It just isn't fair." Chapter Three Sam was giving her a few minutes to think about his solution but he knew she really didn't have a choice, at least not for a day or so. Maybe that would give them time to come up with a better plan. Amy held up an arm and said, "Sam my icy towel is dripping all over." "We have to come up with something better. It wouldn't hurt to have it off for a little bit anyway. I think I remember something about half an hour on and half an hour off but I'm not sure." He removed the ice from her wrists and took the soaking towels to the kitchen. When he came back he said, "I'll leave the one on your ankle for a while longer though. It seemed to be swelling more than your wrists." She held them up and he took one in his hand to gently warm the skin. "How does this one feel?" "Sore." "Move your fingers." She slowly moved them and winced. "Okay I'll put the ice back on in a little bit." He pulled the chair right up to the couch and sat down. "Well this is one way to get to know your neighbor a lot better." "I don't recommend it." "Well you were pretty cold to me in the beginning." "I guess I was and I'm sorry. Sam I arrived scared to death. My new job will really pay a lot better than what I was used to and I knew I was cutting the finances pretty short and I guess being so poor took a toll on me. Now it looks even more bleak." "You'll make it. The very worst it would be is you'd have to borrow some money for medical expenses." "No the very worst would be if I didn't have you here to save me from myself. I could still be out there in the grass peeing on myself." He leaned back in his chair and asked her, "So what is your decision?" "Sam if you're willing to do that for me it would be wonderful." "Okay now where would I find a hairbrush?" "You don't need..." "Yes I do. The better you feel the better you'll do." "In my bedroom on my dresser." "Bedroom on the left?" "Yes." He came back and after struggling with her rubber band he brushed her hair back using it as therapy as much as anything. She relaxed, closed her eyes and just let him brush her hair. After a few minutes he stopped and said, "I won't put the rubber band back on because I'd just pull your hair again." "That's okay. Thank you for doing that." "Amy if you're comfortable I'm going to go find a better system for your wrists." "Sam I can't afford..." "Never mind about any of that right now. I'll be about thirty or forty minutes. Do you need anything before I go?" "I don't think so. If I can doze off I'll take a nap." When he came back he slipped in quietly in case she was asleep and she was. He put the five packages of peas in the freezer, the bag of food on the counter and went home to get his shave gear and toothbrush. When he returned she was awake. "You had a little nap anyway." "My wrists are starting to hurt more." He got the peas from the freezer and grabbed the bag with the new ace bandages and wrapped her wrists again and took the one off of her ankle for a while. "You hungry?" "Now that you mention it I am hungry." "I brought us some Chinese. I figured that was something we could handle." "Oh my God that's right you have to feed me too." "I'll warm it up. Tea?" "That sounds soothing." It took them a while but he fed her and then he ate too while they watched the news on TV and had a second cup of tea. It wasn't long before she said, "Sam I hate to say this but I have to pee again. Maybe tea wasn't such a good idea." "Okay I'll get a towel." "There are more towels in the cabinet." "Okay." Once again he slipped the towel under the towel across her belly and she emptied her bladder. He put that with the other one and then cleaned her up again. He felt more comfortable doing it that time but she was still a little embarrassed. He rinsed out the towels and took them all to the dryer. He had to save a couple for their showers in the morning. He didn't have a clue how they would go about that. When it was closer to time for bed he asked her, "Ready to brush your teeth?" "This is going to be so weird but let's try it." He came back and sitting on the edge of the couch with his hip against her side he leaned over her. Then putting his left hand behind her head to help her he brushed her teeth with his right hand doing his best to clean them all. When he was done he had her spit into a glass as she rinsed. With that out of the way he smiled and said, "I think we'll do just fine." "Brushing my teeth is the easiest part." He knew she was right about that. "Amy I doubt that you want to sleep in what you're wearing but it's up to you." "No I don't. Okay, I might as well get used to this. In my top left hand dresser drawer you'll find a mint green night shirt." Sam felt that under the circumstances he had done a pretty good job of being as careful as he could protecting her modesty but he was about to see her completely naked. He already knew she was quite attractive and that she had very nice legs. How the hell was he going to behave himself this time? And what about bathing her tomorrow? As they became more comfortable around each other it was going to get even worse for him. He came back out and stood there a second. How the hell would this work? "Amy do you think you could sit up for a minute?" Sam and Amy "Sure." She sat up and he stood at the end of the couch and leaned way over to slip off her top and then her bra. That way he was behind her and couldn't see more than the swell of her breasts at her sides. With her nightshirt pulled over her head he moved to the front and worked it down over her hips but it didn't go very far. At least that would make it easier to help her pee before she went to sleep. While she was sitting up he brushed her hair out again and she moaned and said, "You can't imagine how soothing that feels Sam." "I'm glad, maybe it will help you sleep. You'll probably want to use the towel once more before you go to bed too." "Yes I guess I better. I can't wait until I can take care of that myself." "I can only imagine. Do you think you'll be able to sleep okay?" "I think so." "I'll get you some more pills to help with the pain too." "You're a wonderful nurse you know that?" "I hope so. Just say something if you need anything that I'm not thinking of." He got her the pills and some water and then helped her empty her bladder once more. When she was ready he slipped his hands under her upper legs and behind her back while she put her right arm around his neck again and he picked her up. He felt his hand rest on bare skin up near her hip and he said, "Sorry about that." "That's okay you're doing just fine." He had to go down the hall more or less sideways and he tightened his hold at her hip while she pulled herself close to him. They made it through the door and he laid her on the bed. "Damn I forgot to turn the bed down first." He helped her turn on her side and he worked the bedding down, turned her the other way and finished before she rolled onto her back and he tucked her in. "Amy if you need anything at all just call out loudly okay?" "I will Sam and thank you for everything." "Don't thank me until you taste my cooking in the morning." "I'll make all of this up to you somehow." "I'm not keeping score so don't worry about it." "Night Sam." "Night Amy." Sam went out and rinsed the towels and tossed them in the dryer and picked things up before brushing his teeth and going to bed too. Chapter Four Sam woke fairly early and had to take a moment to sort out where he was and then got up. He always slept in the nude and went out to make coffee without getting anything on. Once he'd had a few sips of coffee he went in and slipped on his shorts saving his clean underwear until his shower. He took his coffee to the living room and waited for her to call out for him, which wasn't too much later. He went in and found her still on her back but her hair was tossed a little and scattered on her pillow. "Morning Sam." "Morning. You look so peaceful and pretty lying there." "Thank you I feel pretty peaceful this morning but I sure don't feel pretty." "Need the towel?" "Desperately. Don't let me drink tea late in the day again." "I'll make a note of that." He helped her with the towel again and wiped her off before asking her, "Breakfast first or shower first?" "How about breakfast first?" "Perfect choice. Do you need to put something else on or is your nightshirt okay?" "No point in changing twice, especially since you have to do it for me." "Ready then?" "I'm ready." They repeated the lifting procedure and once again his hand slipped up her thigh and he held on to her firmly. They side stepped down the hall and he gently deposited her on the couch. She sat up a little and he retrieved a couple of pillows from his bed and hers to prop her up and she could tell the pillow closest to her was the one he'd used. She could smell traces of his aftershave. It didn't take him long to make her some scrambled eggs and bacon and then he fed her. "You're getting pretty good at this Sam." "Eggs taste okay?" "Couldn't be better." "You sound in better spirits today." "I feel better. I still hurt but I'm not feeling as sorry for myself as I was." "I'm glad. We'll make it work somehow. One day at a time." "I don't even want to think how this might have turned out if it wasn't for you." "It would have turned out somehow." "Not like this it wouldn't have." They relaxed and had a couple more cups of coffee while they talked and half watched a morning show. "Ready to bathe?" "I think so." "I've been thinking about this. We can do a basin bath right here but that might get your couch wet. I can put you in the tub and wash you like that or if you think you could stand on your good foot for a couple of minutes we could shower. That might be better because number one I'd be behind you and you could at least protect a little of your modesty but also I could wash your hair for you." "But you won't be..." He laughed and said, "No I won't be naked. I'll wear my underwear so I can keep my shorts dry." "You think we can do the shower thing?" "Sure." "I still can't believe any of this." "It's certainly been different." He wanted to say something about how beautiful he thought she was but he was afraid it might make it worse for her. She took one last sip of coffee and said, "Okay nurse I'm ready." "When we get to the bathroom door I'll have to put you down on your good foot for a minute" "Okay." They managed to get to the bathroom door, she stood on her left leg and then he helped her as far as the edge of the tub. He started the water and regulated it before stepping behind her and slipping her nightshirt off. He stood behind her admiring her shape as he slipped his shorts off and then stepped close behind her. "I'm going to lift you in and then get in behind you. Ready?" "Yes, the warm water will feel good." It went as planned and he said, "You may want to lean back against me for balance but whatever works best for you. Let's start with your hair." She bent forward far enough to get her head wet and he started to add soap and wash her hair as she leaned back against him with her hips. Neither of them considered how it would feel to have their warm wet skin against each other but she didn't say anything and he did his best to be detached and efficient. He did a thorough job on her hair and once again she bent forward to rinse. He put his left hand on her belly and held her close so she wouldn't pitch forward while the two of them made sure all of the shampoo was rinsed out. She straightened up and he worked her hair back and out of her face. The next part was going to be the toughest part for both of them and they knew it. He got soap on the washcloth and started with her neck and then went to her back slowly going down as far as her hips. He rinsed the rag a little and then said, "I didn't think this through as well as I thought. You'll have to turn around so you can rinse off." She would now be facing him and she hesitated. He was about to see her totally nude. Then she realized that he'd seen everything but her breasts. It was a little late to worry about anything now. She slowly turned on her one foot and let the warm water beat on her back for several seconds. Her head was bent forward while she did that and then she looked up and saw Sam. He was just standing there watching her with his hands out to help her balance, but what caught her eye was his underwear was about half transparent and she could make out the shape of his manhood. Sam was doing his best to keep it down and he was about half successful at best. She did her twisting action again and turned her back to him. Now came the ultimate test. He soaped the rag again and started to wash her breasts and belly. She leaned back against him again and he stood close so he could reach around her. They were fully against each other his front to her back and that included his growing manhood as it pressed against her butt. He did his best not to do anything more than wash her but it was a fine line between efficient bathing and gentle erotic caressing. He added soap to the rag and started soaping lower and lower until she had to open her legs for him again as he continued. "I have to kneel down so I can reach, you balanced okay?" "I think so." "If you need to, lean back against my shoulder with your hip. He continued and washed between her legs before going down her thighs. Through the whole procedure she could feel his cheek and beard stubble against her thigh and she had to concentrate to keep her eyes open. He stood up and moved the shower head enough so he could rinse everywhere he had washed and she just stood there submitting herself to him. When he was done rinsing her he asked her, "Doing okay Amy?" She opened her mouth but nothing came out for a second. Finally she managed a soft, "Yes I'm great." He put his hands on her hips and said, "Okay turn back around again and we'll finish." His voice sounded stronger than he was feeling right then. Inside he was a mass of sexual tension and flying emotions. She was facing him again and he bent down as she tried to rest her left hand on his back for balance without putting pressure on her wrist. He washed the back of her legs and worked his way up to her butt before working the washcloth between her cheeks and washing around her anus. Her butt was firm and tight and it was hard for him to wash her. It was a lot different than washing his own butt that was for sure because he wasn't sure he was doing a good job. He finally tossed the rag down and slipped his fingers between her cheeks and finished the job. Amy was about ready to faint and uttered a soft moan that fortunately the sound of the shower covered up. He made sure she was well rinsed and then stood up again. They were only inches from each other as he put his hands on her hips and asked her, "Did I do okay?" She could only nod her head as she looked at him. She stole a glance down and his underwear was well tented now and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Some things just couldn't be controlled with conscious thought. That would be like making his heart stop because he had that thought. It just wouldn't work. She managed another look before he stepped out and then lifted her out next to him. As he dried her off she said, "You go ahead and shower then, I'll be okay. I'll just lean against the counter." He smiled at her and said, "You won't look will you?" "It would only be fair but I'll try to behave." He slipped off his underwear and jumped back in and quickly soaped up his hair while she studied his nakedness. Without the restriction of wet underwear his erection stood straight out. She looked as long as she dared and then turned slightly away while he finished a quick shower. After he'd toweled off he said, "I screwed up again. Close your eyes so I can go get something to wear." "Okay." As soon as he turned his back she opened her eyes and watched him leave. By the time it was all over they had both seen about as much of the other as was possible. Neither of them held any secrets anymore, at least not physically. He helped her into a clean nightshirt and then carried her to the living room and onto the couch again. "Did that bother your wrists or ankle?" "Mostly my ankle from having it down." "Let's get it iced then. Later we'll switch to heat." "That will feel better than ice that's for sure." "Your wrists feel any better?" "A little bit. I think another day or so I'll be in pretty good shape except for my ankle." "Can you use your hands yet?" She put her fingers on her thigh and pushed down carefully until she flinched. "I can do better than yesterday that's for sure." "That's promising." He brushed her teeth and got her some more ibuprofen and they relaxed for a while. When she had to pee again she said, "By this time tomorrow I'll hop to the bathroom instead of using that damn towel." "I could carry you in if you'd rather." "Let's try it the next time." "I could go get a bedpan." "No thanks I'll hop or whatever. Anything but a bedpan." Chapter Five They spent the day together and he continued to help her however he could. After dinner he put his hand on her leg just below the knee and announced, "You need a shave." "You don't have to do that." "Why not. It isn't any different than shaving my face, maybe even easier." "Sam you're doing too much for me." "I'm enjoying it. I'd rather have you in one piece but we're doing okay I'd say. I'll get a bowl of warm water and get started." "You are too sweet." He came back with everything he'd need and knelt next to her. He slipped a towel under her legs and started with her left leg, spreading some of his shave cream on and then shaving her leg smooth and rinsing the razor in the basin. When that was done he soaped above her knee and she raised the hem of her night shirt exposing herself to him. He looked at her and she smiled. "I guess I've gotten used to the idea." He continued to shave all the way up and his hand brushed against her lips several times as he shaved and rinsed. Her right leg moved away a little without her thinking about it as she opened herself up to him. When he was done with the left leg he started on the right one and slowly made his way up until his hand was once again teasing her as she felt his hands on that very sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs. He looked up at her to ask if he'd done okay and saw her watching him intently with her cheeks flushed and her eyes had a misty wet look to them. Was he getting her excited? He certainly was turning himself on being so close to her sex. He held the razor in his left hand and with his right reached up and put it on her mound. Moving his hand very slightly asked her, "Would you like me to trim that too before it gets too long?" She looked at him and very slowly nodded her head. He spread a thin layer of foam on one side of her mound and shaved her up to the little patch that she had running down the center. Then he did the same on the other side and he could feel her right leg move even wider to give him as much room as he needed. She was as wide legged as the couch would permit but she tried for more anyway. When he did the right side she did her best to hold still but her pelvis tipped up to meet his hand anyway. Not a lot but enough that he could feel it move. He wiped the foam off and started on her lips. He very carefully soaped it and got his face close enough that she thought she could feel his breath as he leaned forward and started to shave her very sensitive lips. She was getting very excited now and her lips were getting wet. Sam wasn't doing any better as his erection pressed against his shorts so hard it hurt. He rinsed the soapy foam off and used his fingers to make sure there was no stubble and then set the shaver aside as his fingers started to explore her. She continued to watch him as he felt her pussy lips and then found her clit and touched that very softly. Her hips rose and she moaned as he continued to touch and tease her. He changed his position then and put his head between her legs and tasted her. Her pelvis rose to meet his tongue and he made oral love to her until she had an orgasm. He stopped to let her relax and ease down a little before he kissed her mound gently before moving up and kissing her lips for the first time. She kissed him and put her arms around his neck pulling him into her lips. It was a long and powerful kiss and when it was over she kept her arms around him as they looked into each other's eyes. Her lips moved as she whispered, "Thank you." He kissed her lightly and said, "Thank you." "I wish I could do something as special for you." "I didn't mean for that to happen but you're just too pretty and tempting for me to resist." She gave him a quick peck on the lips and said, "You make shaving a lot more exciting than when I do it." "I'll see what I can do to keep you stubble free then." "I'm sorry to bring this up but I have to pee." "Towel or carry?" "Would you mind carrying me?" "Let's give it a try." Like with their shower he carried her as far as the door and she hopped in and sat down with his help. He didn't leave as she emptied her bladder in the toilet and then he knelt down and wiped her with tissue. "You even make going to the bathroom nicer." He smiled and helped her up, flushed the toilet and after hopping out carried her back to the couch. He put a wet very warm towel around her ankle and then a dry one over that to hold the heat in and then about every ten minutes he changed the towel with a warm one again. The swelling was going down but not like he was hoping it would. By dinnertime she was able to feed herself at the table if he cut the food into bite sized pieces and after dinner as he helped her back to the couch she put her hands on the back of his neck and gently pulled him down so she could kiss him. "Sam I wish I could do something more than just say thank you. I can't believe it's been less than three days since I fell." "I know it hasn't been pleasant for you but it's been one of the best things that has ever happened to me." "If seeing me naked is the best thing that has happened to you I feel sorry for you." "That alone is enough to make me say that, but that's not all of it. It's everything about the last couple of days. It's hard to explain but taking care of you, worrying about you and even helping you pee in a towel, all of it has been something special for me. I want to see you pain free and happy but I'll miss what we've shared this weekend too." She didn't say anything but pulled him close again and just held him close to her for a long time as his hands went behind her to share their embrace. At bedtime she was able to stand on one leg at the bathroom sink and more or less brush her own teeth while he stayed close in case she lost her balance. Then once again he carried her to bed and as he lay her down she didn't release the hold she had on his neck and pulled him down to her. They kissed deeply and then a moment later kissed again. She looked at him for a second and continued to hold him close and then said in a near whisper, "You know it occurred to me that if you were to undress and get into bed with me you'd be closer if I needed something." "I sleep naked." "I don't see a problem with that. In fact I think I will too." As he watched she sat up and carefully removed her nightshirt and tossed it on the floor. Looking up at him she smiled and said, "My nurse will pick that up in the morning when he gets his clothes." He smiled at her and she watched as he unfastened his shorts and let them fall to the floor next to her nightshirt and then slid his underwear down and kicked them off. His cock was just above eye level now and she looked at it before reaching out and taking him in her hand for the first time. His feet were welded to the floor as she looked first at him and then at his cock as her hand slowly slid up and down his shaft. Then she turned on her side and gently pulled him toward her by his cock until she could put her lips around him. With all that they had shared he couldn't handle much of her sucking him so after a minute he got in bed next to her being careful about her ankle that was propped up on a pillow. But that didn't slow them down that much as they made love. Chapter Six By late in the day Sunday Amy's wrists were doing much better but her ankle was still swollen and tender to the touch. Sam called work and said he'd be late and took her to a walk in clinic and had them put it on his credit card. It was no surprise that they sent her for an x-ray but it was a surprise when they told her there was a small fracture of her lower fibula and would have to have a short cast for a few weeks. When they went home it was with her in a cast and on crutches. Amy started her new job on Wednesday and Sam took her out for dinner to celebrate the fact that evening. "How do you like your new job so far?" Sam and Amy "I think it will be great. Of course I was a nervous wreck all day today." "Did you have trouble with the crutches or anything?" "No everybody there was great. They went out of their way to accommodate me and one woman even offered to pick me up and bring me home every day." Sam smiled and said, "I'm glad you didn't know any of them before you fell. We might never have become friends." Amy reached across the table and put her hand on his and said, "I can't believe we wouldn't have ended up like we are anyway. It just would have taken longer." He leaned over close to her and with an impish grin told her, "I'll bet you never would have peed in a towel for me." When she recovered she said, "I have to admit that isn't something that would have come to mind. Of course shaving me wouldn't have either." "I liked doing that for you." "I liked it too." It was still early as they went back to Amy's place and settled on the couch next to each other. She turned and put her hands on each side of his face and kissed him gently. "Sam honey about shaving me. Do you have time?" "You have to be naked first." "Of course I have to be naked" and smiling she stood up. He watched her as she undressed for him and then he put his hand on her mound. "Yes it's time for a shave love and it just might take quite a while." "That's okay. You can take as long as you want. I bought you a shaver, a toothbrush and new underwear today." "I just may never go home then." "That's what I was hoping." The End.