Skye briskly pushed her lightweight wheelchair to her car. She just had hand controls installed in it this week to and after a year without driving, and 10 months of physical rehab, she was going to enjoy getting behind the wheel again. She missed her freedom to take off when she wanted. Now, she was on her way to a family friend's lake house to spend a week relaxing, soaking up some sun, and refocusing on going to college this fall.
She held onto the open car door to help herself stand up and carefully turned and bent over enough to pull the wheelchair to a folded position. She flipped the driver's seat forward and lifted the chair into the back. That's not too hard she thought. It's going to be a matter of practice. She carefully turned again and sat in the driver's seat. After getting her weak legs inside, she practiced using the hand control, pressing forward for brake, down for gas. She felt comfortable as she backed out of the driveway. Her mom and dad waved, her dad giving her the thumbs up, and disappeared inside.
Mr. Potts across the way watched her. He felt awful for her when he heard her bike was hit by a car, breaking her neck. At first they said she would be paralyzed from the neck down, but she beat the odds. She didn't cut her spinal cord, but bruised it enough to paralyzed some muscles. She couldn't walk, but could take a few steps. Some of her muscles never came back, so she compensated with those that did. Look at her, he thought. It's a wonder. When she drove by he waved and she smiled at him and waved back.
She was a pretty girl, with long brown hair, olive skin and green eyes. No one could resist her smile. Mr. Potts couldn't resist looking twice these last few years as she had developed a fine figure. She had a nice little rack on her, bigger than most young women, a round bottom, long slender legs. She still looked fine, just lost a few pounds and her legs were thinner. But she was going to be okay - she was getting used to the wheelchair.
Skye was smiling. It was a beautiful day; 75 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, and very few cars on the country roads that she was driving on. She thought about her boyfriend who she was dating all junior year and fucking almost constantly. Once she had the accident, he broke up with her. He went off to college after a quick visit to the hospital and never contacted her again. What an ass she thought. How could he?
She stopped for gas at a country store and waved to the man in the garage. He came over and she explained that she had a wheelchair and it would be hard for her to pump gas.
"If you wouldn't mind helping me out, I'd be happy to give you a tip."
He said he didn't mind helping at all and as he pumped the gas, he asked her where she was headed and what happened to her. She told him that she'd been in an accident that left her partially paralyzed. A hit and run she said.
"But I was fortunate that all my feeling and most of my muscles came back and now I just gotta learn how to get by doing things differently."
"Well, you sure are a cute and friendly girl and I wish you the best. You have a lot of spunk. Just keep an eye on the front tire, he added, if I were you, I'd replace it once you get back home."
About 20 miles further down the road, singing along to the radio, the wind blowing through her hair, she felt the car start wobbling. She realized that the front tire blew out. She pulled off to the side of the road and tried to call the gas station where she got her gas, back but there was no cell reception that far out in the country. After a few minutes she decided she had no choice but to get out of the car and try to push her wheelchair to the nearest house see if they could call a tow truck to change the tire. The road is flat so there shouldn't be any problem pushing there she thought.
She swung her legs out, pulled herself to standing and carefully pulled the chair out of the back. She opened it, sat down and got adjusted, grabbed her backpack and started pushing along the side of the road. She soon realized the house was much further away than it looked and stopped to think about what she should do. She took her sunscreen out of her bag and rubbed it into her legs and arms. She didn't know how long she'd be sitting out here and all she had on was a pair of shorts and a tank top.
As she was putting the cap back on the bottle, a van pulled up. Thank goodness she thought. The driver got out and walked towards her. He looked to be about her dad's age. Maybe 40 with dark hair and a beard. He had on jeans and a work shirt. He was somewhat heavy set around the stomach.
"Are you all right? Did your car break down? It's dangerous to be out here - you could get hit."
"It's not broken it's just got a flat tire. Would you mind helping me out and putting the spare on?"
He inspected the tire as she looked on.
"I hate to tell you this, but the rim looks damaged and you're going to need to get a tow. Where are you heading? I can just drop you there."
"I'm only a few miles from where I was going. It's on Tyler Rd. It would be great if I could get a ride there. Thank you. I' ll call for a tow from there."
"Does your chair fold up?"
"Yeah, it folds and it's light."
She pushed around to the passenger door and knew she was going to need help getting in because it was very high off the ground.
"Would you mind helping me get in here? I can stand but that's a big step up."
"Of course little lady."
He helped her stand, grabbed her at the waist and lifted her in easily. He buckled her into the seat then he went back and got the rest of her stuff out of the car, threw it in the back and started driving.
It didn't take long before she realized he kept looking over and staring at her breasts and her legs. She was used to older men giving her the once over and thought he was kind of cute so she didn't mind. She acted like she didn't notice.
He asked her how old she was.
"I'm 19 and coming out here to get some rest and relaxation before heading to school."
"How come you're using that wheelchair?
For the second time that day, she explained about the accident.
"If it's not too personal, can I ask if you can feel anything?"
"Yes, I can feel."
"I thought if you were paralyzed you couldn't feel," he said, surprised.
"That's true sometimes, but not always. Depends on how bad you are hurt."
"Well, you look good anyway," he said, looking right at her breasts. "Your tits are amazing."
Skye turned red. "Well....thank you."
She felt a tingling between her legs and checked him out while he drove. He had a nice bulge in his pants under his large belly. Too bad he's so much older, she thought, he is probably hung.
"I need to stop by my friends place and drop off some tools before I drop you off. I hope that's okay." He turned onto a dirt road.
"Not at all." She said
As they drove down the dusty road she looked ahead and saw the house. It sat on several acres of open land backing up to a forest. A salvage yard was off to one side and there were about some older guys sitting around outside.
He pulled up and got out, opened the back and she watched him walk over and set the toolbox down. She watched them and saw that they were talking about her. He pointed at the van.
In a few minutes, he and a black man walked over to her door.
"This is my buddy Joe. I told him what happened to you and he wanted to be introduced."
