Something woke me up in the middle of the night. I looked around, then focused my center on the clock. 1:13 a.m. My initiatory reaction was to blaspheme, which I accompanied with a yawn. A randomness from above had wakened me. I didn't know why I was so sure, but I was. A courteous looking girl named Jessica lives in the insipid above me. She is 21. I closed my oculus, trying not to opine about anything, quick to fall asleep again. A moan came from above. There was a seductive soupcon in it, painful sensation and delight sundry together. For all I knew she was ace, but obviously I was wrong. I heard shuffling, then another, more unrelenting moan. The moan quickly turned into a serial of unruffled pant, which started to fray my brass. I heard something heavy dropping with a crash."They are getting wild ”, I thought to myself.
I was getting sleepy, imagining Jessica being fucked by her boyfriend.
"Sam, can you see me ?"Jessica's pressing voice came from above.
My name ! Startled, I sat up in bed, ineffectual to grok what was happening. Was it a aspiration or reality ?
"I need you, Sam,"she intoned passionately.
My sleepiness evaporated instantly. I dressed as fast as I could, wondering if it was some variety of trick.
I knocked warily on Jessica's door.
"seminal fluid in, it's open,"she cried out impatiently.
It was almost dark inside ; the solely light coming from her recitation lamp. She was in bed, lying on her side, staring at me.
"I heard you calling my name so…,"I said nervously.
"Sorry for waking you up."
"No problem."
Illuminated by the lighting from the lamp, her angelic typeface was nicely framed by her shoulder length blond whisker. Closing her heart, she parted her lips and moaned softly. My feet drew me closer. She was dressed in a blue jersey which swelled gently over her bosom. It barely covered her upper thigh.
"I thought that maybe you would…"she started, and then blushed slightly.
"I am just as stymie as you are."
She smiled and looked at the trading floor, her fingertips toying with a stray lock of hair.
"The breaker point is that I …need some service,"she said.
"What can I do for you ?"
"My cat tripped me while I was going to the bathroom in the iniquity. It could stimulate been fishy if I hadn't hurt my ankle."she explained.
As if on cue, her cat meowed. A fat Siamese, for what I could see was sprawled in the corner.
"Shut up, Sophie !"Jessica said, then looked at me and added,"I need some painkillers. In the bathroom, just above the cesspool."
I stole a tone at Jessica's feet, clad in White River windsock, then brought the pills and a glassful of water.
"Maybe I should call a doctor,"I said, watching her take the pills.
She graciously bent her psyche while dinking. Her neck opening was long and slender.
"I hope my ankle will get skilful by tomorrow. If not, then I will let to see a doctor. Sam, can you help me go to the bathroom. I don't want to wet myself. This stupid articulatio talocruralis of mine…"
"Of course."
She sat up in bed, swinging her pegleg over the incline. When her base touched the level, a soft whine escaped her lips and her left impertinence started to jerk. I came closer, offering my hand to help her up. The palm of her small handwriting felt like silk, somehow inhumanly soft. Slowly, she got up, putting all her weight on her right leg. Trying to keep her provide foot off the floor, she swayed, then grabbed my shoulder for supporting. I slid my arm around her shank, our eyes coming together for a second.
"Can you put weight on your ankle ?"I asked.
Jessica shook her head, leaned on me and hopped on her good foot. With her left arm around my neck, her body pressed against mine, I felt my emotions upsurge. She moaned again.
We clumsily made our way to the bathroom. She was emitting soft moans all the fourth dimension. Noises that were driving me screwball, that urged me to do something. She was so helpless, so cherubic and tender.
I was ashamed that I wanted to have sex with her. She had called me because she needed help. She was suffering badly, and the cretin in me was thinking about sex.
"Thank you so much, Sam !"she said, and managed a smile,"I could possess never done it without you."
"You're welcome,"I said shyly.
She drew away from me and leaned on the doorpost. My hands felt oppressively discharge without her. As I was musing upon this, she hopped in and closed the door behind her.
I helped her back to her bed, this time holding her more tightly. The symphony of moan continued. She seemed to feel easy with me, or maybe she wasn't paying attention to me because of the bother in her ankle.
"Thank you,"she said, and pecked me on the impertinence before slumping down on her bed.
"Let me see your ankle,"I said.
"Nope,"she shook her head, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Why not ?"
"I think I know what you want to see."
Her hands slid under the hem of her tee shirt, stayed there for a second, and then pulled it up slowly, revealing a lack of step-in and something more. I was impressed with what she had shown me, especially her wet pussy, but at the same time, I felt cheated. All this damsel-in-distress crap was a lie. Her ankle wasn't injured. She had lied to me, plain and simple.
"I have to go,"I said dryly and turned to leave.
Her hand shaft up and grabbed mine.
"Don't ! It is not what it…"she started.
"Oh, come on ! I am not an idiot,"I cried out, and harshly pulled my hand free.
Jessica dropped on the counter, nearly falling off the bed. Her left foot hit the floor.
The scream that ensued nearly pierced my ear-drums. Her font contorted with pain, and her eyes bulged grotesquely. She was clutching her ankle joint, trembling all over. Gradually, her screech transformed into sobs. I took a doubtful step toward her, then awkwardly kneeled beside her. She slapped me in the face, hard. I blinked, surprised how strong her mitt was.
"I am so sorry. I thought…"I said guiltily.
"Get out ! Now !"she hissed.
I looked up at her, seeking her eyes. She was staring at her ankle joint, still clutching it in her hands, whimpering. I reached out and unclasped her quivering finger.
"What are you doing ?"she asked confusedly, the anger gone from her voice.
"I'm trying to avail you."
She just hummed, but didn't stop me as I took off her air sock. Despite my circumspection, even the easy cutaneous senses seemed to be causing her infliction. Her anklebones were barely visible under the swelling, and there was a big, crescent-shaped bruise on the side of her foot.
"Do you have any bandage here ?"I asked.
"No."
"I will be back in a arcminute,"I said, and hurried back to my apartment.
"I don't think I need anything from you,"I heard her saying.
When I returned with the bandages, she looked at me and sighed with resignation. I kneeled and started wrapping her ankle. Her foot was small, almost childlike, with nice, kickshaw toes.
"Have you ever done that before ?"she asked.
"No."
I applied the bandage, making indisputable it wasn't too tight.
"How does it feel ?"I asked.
Jessica curled up her toes, hesitated for a second, then said,"It's finely ”.
Then, I brought all the ice from the fridge and put it on her ankle. She winced and smiled.
"Do you finger better now ?"
"Yes, thank you. You better get some sleep. I think I can manage by myself"
"Are you sure ?"
"Yep."
I helped her prop up her ankle on a pillow, then went to the front door.
"phone call me if you need something,"I said, and left.

***

I could not bring myself to kip. Every clock time I came close to dozing off, her face appeared before me. Distorted by botheration, but still beautiful. I imagined her tiny trope huddled in her bed, her eyes wet with tears.
Something thumped upstairs and I jumped up in bed. It was 4:00 a.m. While I was putting my clothes on, I tried to figure out why I was so upset. nada really important had happened.
I knocked on the door before entering. Jessica was in her bed, lying motionless.
I hesitated for a moment, then whispered,"Are you awake ?"
"No, I am sleeping,"she whispered, imitating me.
"I heard something falling and…"
"The remote control slipped from my hand. Sorry for disturbing you."
"How is your ankle ?"
"The gibbosity is getting worse."
"I will take you to the hospital,"I said.
"Don't worry, I will be fine."
"Get dressed !"I said firmly.
"testament you bring me my clogs, please ? In the wardrobe. Actually, I need only the mighty one."
When I brought the shoe, she was wiggling into her bird, trying not to impress her mortise joint too much. Her face was reddened from exertion, or maybe pain.
"Do you need a hand ?"
"I need an ankle,"she said, gasping."
A second later, I helped her suffer up, then wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her firmly.
"Are you set up ?"I asked.
She suddenly went limp in my hands, her read/write head dropping to one side. Her eyelids fluttered helplessly and I gripped her tighter.
"Jessica !"I cried out.
She blinked with surprise, then managed to steadily herself.
"I am a bit empty-headed,"she said weakly.
I lifted her up and carried her to the look door. In my rush, I didn't notice the cat. I almost got tripped up so I had to kick back it aside.
"You are driving me mad, Sophie,"Jessica said to the cat, then slipped her mitt under my shirt, her assuredness fingerbreadth rubbing my chest gently.
I took a mystifying breathing spell and said, „ I don't think this is a in effect idea."
"We can do it right now,"she said and pressed her hot backtalk on my neck.
"What's the topic with you ?"
"Don't you understand yet ? The pain makes me hot,"she said calmly, but I felt that she was very tense.
"This is not the right wing moment. You are hurt. We have to go to the hospital."
"Later,"she said and rubbed my crotch, staring at me intently.
Instinctively, I pressed against her, feeling the mild firmness of her breasts.
"Oh, that's very much better,"she moaned in my ear.
I lowered her to the trading floor, trying not to bang her injured ankle joint against something. My hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt up, feeling her house merchant ship. She arched her back, and squeezed against me.
"You can get hurt,"I said hoarsely, but continued doing what I needed to.
"I am already hurt,"she said, unbuttoning my pant,"hey, my bulge is nothing compared to yours. Are you hurt too ?"
I didn't manage to respond with a witty remark so I just caressed her vagina. Obviously, she found my reply amusing because she giggled. I pulled back to look at her. Beautiful, hungry eyes ; sore, quivering lips ; saucy breasts ; and these sleek second joint, twitching invitingly. Jessica moved her correctly leg aside, giving me a better prospect. Her left one was resting stiffly on the floor, her injured ankle resembling a sausage.
She followed my eyes and smiled,"I'm fine."
The lot of her thigh was irresistible. I drew myself closer. Her fingers dug into my vertebral column as she pressed against me. Her body felt incredibly animal, inhumanly tender. My penis slowly found its way inside her meanness, and my lips started to research her face. She moaned with every thrusting, her lips parting seductively. There was as a great deal pleasure as pain in these moan. I was causing her pain, whether she liked it or not. Her wound ankle had to last out immobile, but we just could not break. I lifted her left leg, resting it on my shoulder joint. Her hound brushed gently against my cheek, and a pleasant leathery sense of smell reached my nose.
"My ankle flavor much better now,"Jessica said and thrust her bottom up to meet me.

***

I brought Jessica to the hospital around 6 a.m. She was placed in a wheelchair and was briefly examined by a sleepy doctor. He mumbled something, and then took her to the X-ray way. Some time later, she was wheeled out.
"You skillful go now, or you will be recently for work,"she said and winked at me.
"I would rather stay with you."
"Sam, I am a big girl. We can meet later."
"What's the problem ?"I asked and looked down at her ankle.
"It's not clear yet, but I think I will live."
I kissed her temple, then turned around and made my way out of the hospital.

***

When I came back from work, I hurried upstairs to see if Jessica was at home. She wasn't. I was about to head for the hospital, when someone knocked on the door.
Jessica was standing outside, smiling shyly. She was leaning on a distich of elbow crutches, and her leave leg was in plaster.
"Wow !"I exclaimed.
"Can I come in, or crippled girls aren't welcome here ?
I moved aside to induce room for her. She went in, clumsily maneuvering on her crutches.
"Your mortise joint is…"
"Fucked up,"she finished my sentence.
"Oh, I am so drear !"
"Shit happens,"she said matter-of-factly, and headed for the couch.
The plaster bandage extended from the base of her toes to mid-thigh, and kept her knee joint slightly bent.
"Does it hurt much ?"
She cast a arch glance over her shoulder, and stuck out her little garden pink tongue.
"With your help, I will survive,"she said, and turned stiffly around to sit on the couch.
"I will do my dear to salve you. No kidding, Is it fracture ?"
"They told me that I had broken my talus os. I didn't even know I had such a thing."
Her arms started trembling from the effort as she was easing onto the couch. I helped her prop her chuck leg on a can, and tickled her cute little toes. They looked nice sticking out of the cast.
"How long you have to be in plaster ?"
"8 weeks or more than. How horrifying ! Who's going to take aid of me ?"
"I would like to volunteer."
"Very kind of you,"she said and patted my shoulder.
I could not avail noticing that the roll was nicely moulded around the sole of her foot.
"Six."
"What ?"
"The size of my feet."
"Charming !"
"But trapped in poultice,"she said and wiggled her toes.
"Poor minuscule tootsie !"I said and started massaging her thigh, just above the cast.
"Why should I have to weaken an ankle joint to be noticed by you ?"
My bridge player froze on her thigh, and I stared at her typeface.
"Hey, don't be so unplayful,"she said, her center twinkling merrily,"Let's have some sex !"


The End