It started as any other day. I left the house at 11:30 am I had to be at work by noon. It had been a long weekend already. Nothing ever goes right in my life it seems. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am 20 years old and am quite shy and bashful. Never been on very many dates because I am a plain looking young man. I never did anything spectacular in school. No sports and I wasn't a geek so the jocks nor the smart kids wanted me in their group. Since school I have worked in the local grocery store bagging groceries and stocking shelves. It is a pretty boring life. The good part of the job is when I get to deliver groceries to the people who can't get out. The fun part of that is I get to drive my boss' Z28 Camaro. He thinks it gets me there and back faster.
Anyway on Saturday afternoon about 4:30, I got called to the office and was told to deliver some things to a lady over on Sherman Street. I remember these ladies usually there is two of them. One is in a wheelchair and the other is always there to help her friend. As I arrived at the house I saw there was no vehicle in the drive. I rang the bell and heard someone yell come in. As I entered I heard Miss Williams say to come to the kitchen. I followed her voice down the hall and into a nice warm kitchen. The sun shining in the window and brightening the room. After I had brought all the groceries in Miss Williams asked me if I would like a glass of lemonade to cool off. I told her I should be getting back so I didn't get into trouble. She said to relax she would call and tell my boss I was helping her put stuff away. She phoned my work and I settled into a chair across from Miss Williams.
I wondered why she was in a wheelchair but knew better then to ask, that wasn't polite. As she brought me my lemonade she looked at me curiously. She ask why a young man like me was still delivering groceries and not out doing some exciting job or in college. I told her I was an only child whose parents where gone and I was trying to keep the house and survive since they were gone. I started to notice Miss Williams was not that old I would say in her late thirties maybe early forties. She still looked quite attractive for her age.
She must have noticed me staring because she ask me what I was thinking about. Before I even thought I said she was a nice looking lady. As soon as it left my lips I knew I had spoken out of turn and was probably in trouble. But she just smiled and thanked me for noticing. She went on to say not many people noticed all they saw was a wheelchair and a cripple. She reached out and touched my hand and squeezed it and told me I was a fine looking young man also. I was really blushing now my face beet red and I was stammering trying to figure out what to say next. Miss Williams asked me why I was so embarrassed?
It was a compliment or that was how she meant it. I told her I was not used to such things being said about me. She reached up and brushed my hair away from my face and touched my check gently. I felt all flustered inside and wasn't sure what to do. As I looked at her she seemed to sense that I was not well versed in the ways of the opposite sex. Hell I hadn't even kissed a girl till I was 19.
She rolled closer and whispered in my ear not to be afraid she wasn't going to hurt me. With that she licked my earlobe softly and nipped at my neck just under it. Chills ran through my body and it felt like I was plugged into a light socket. I felt my breath quicken and my heart race a little bit. I wasn't sure what to do so I just put my hand on her head and pulled her into me. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me and searched out my lips. I felt her hands on my face as she pressed her mouth to mine. I could smell her perfume it was a sweet smell like flowers in the spring time. The smell of her perfume and the fact she was kissing me like she meant it was making my head spin. I started to moan and as I parted my lips to do so I felt her tongue slip past my lips into my mouth. Her tongue brushing past my teeth and starting to trace little circles on my tongue. I wasn't sure what she wanted but it seemed to be the right thing to push back at her tongue with mine and hers retreated back to her mouth and mine followed her. I felt her suck my tongue into her mouth pulling on it as she sucked on it. She bit down on it lightly causing me to moan around my tongue and slip my hand around her head and pull her closer. She slid to the edge of her wheelchair to get closer to me. Without even thinking I pulled her onto my lap so she wouldn't fall. As we sat by the kitchen table her in my lap and us with our tongues dueling each other like sword fighters of old.