Something woke me up in the middle of the night. I looked around, then focused my eyes on the clock. 1:13 a.m. My starting time reaction was to curse, which I accompanied with a yawn. A interference from above had wakened me. I didn't know why I was so certainly, but I was. A skillful looking female child named Jessica lives in the flat above me. She is 21. I closed my eyes, trying not to opine about anything, cook to fall asleep again. A groan came from above. There was a seductive tinge in it, pain and joy merge together. For all I knew she was single, but obviously I was wrong. I heard shuffling, then another, more unyielding groan. The groan quickly turned into a serial publication of quiet pant, which started to fray my heart. I heard something heavy dropping with a crash."They are getting raving mad ”, I thought to myself.
I was getting sleepy, imagining Jessica being fucked by her boyfriend.
"Sam, can you take heed me ?"Jessica's urgent voice came from above.
My public figure ! Startled, I sat up in bed, unable to apprehend what was happening. Was it a dreaming 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 kind of joke.
I knocked warily on Jessica's door.
"Come in, it's undetermined,"she cried out impatiently.
It was almost dark inside ; the only light coming from her reading lamp. She was in bed, lying on her side of meat, staring at me.
"I heard you calling my name so…,"I said nervously.
"Sorry for waking you up."
"No problem."
Illuminated by the light source from the lamp, her beatific face was nicely framed by her shoulder duration blond hair's-breadth. Closing her eyes, she parted her lip and moaned softly. My metrical foot drew me closer. She was dressed in a blue T-shirt which swelled gently over her tit. It barely covered her speed thighs.
"I thought that maybe you would…"she started, and then blushed slightly.
"I am just as hinder as you are."
She smiled and looked at the floor, her fingertips toying with a stray lock of hair.
"The decimal point is that I …need some assist,"she said.
"What can I do for you ?"
"My cat tripped me while I was going to the bathroom in the dark. It could have been rum 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 anodyne. In the lavatory, just above the sink."
I stole a facial expression at Jessica's pes, clad in white socks, then brought the pills and a meth of water.
"Maybe I should call a physician,"I said, watching her take the pills.
She graciously bent her head while dinking. Her neck was long and slender.
"I hope my articulatio talocruralis will get practiced by tomorrow. If not, then I will have to see a doctor. Sam, can you assist me go to the bathroom. I don't want to wet myself. This stupid ankle of mine…"
"Of course."
She sat up in bed, swinging her stage over the side. When her foot touched the base, a soft whine escaped her backtalk and her get out cheek started to twitch. I came closer, offering my hand to help her up. The palm of her small manus felt like silk, somehow inhumanly cushy. Slowly, she got up, putting all her weightiness on her right leg. Trying to stay fresh her left substructure off the floor, she swayed, then grabbed my shoulder for living. I slid my arm around her waist, our heart meeting for a secondment.
"Can you put weight on your ankle joint ?"I asked.
Jessica shook her headland, leaned on me and hopped on her ripe foot. With her left arm around my neck, her consistence pressed against mine, I felt my emotions upsurge. She moaned again.
We clumsily made our way to the bathroom. She was emitting soft moan all the time. interference that were driving me demented, that urged me to do something. She was so lost, so sweet 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 moron in me was thinking about sex.
"Thank you so much, Sam !"she said, and managed a smiling,"I could have never done it without you."
"You're welcome,"I said shyly.
She drew away from me and leaned on the doorjamb. My hands felt oppressively empty without her. As I was musing upon this, she hopped in and closed the doorway behind her.
I helped her back to her bed, this time holding her more tightly. The symphonic music of groan continued. She seemed to finger well-off with me, or maybe she wasn't paying attention to me because of the hurting in her ankle.
"Thank you,"she said, and pecked me on the cheek before slumping down on her bed.
"Let me see your mortise joint,"I said.
"Nope,"she shook her head, her middle twinkling mischievously.
"Why not ?"
"I think I know what you want to see."
Her hands slid under the hem of her jersey, stayed there for a second, and then pulled it up slowly, revealing a lack of pantie and something Thomas More. I was impressed with what she had shown me, especially her wet pussy, but at the Saame sentence, 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 stab up and grabbed mine.
"Don't ! It is not what it…"she started.
"Oh, derive 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 leftover foot hit the floor.
The scream that ensued nearly pierce my ear-drums. Her facial expression contorted with pain, and her eyes bulged grotesquely. She was clutching her ankle, trembling all over. Gradually, her sidesplitter transformed into sobbing. I took a tentative step toward her, then awkwardly kneeled beside her. She slapped me in the face, severely. I blinked, surprised how strong her hired man was.
"I am so sorry. I thought…"I said guiltily.
"Get out ! Now !"she hissed.
I looked up at her, seeking her heart. She was staring at her ankle, still clutching it in her hand, whimpering. I reached out and unclasped her trembling fingers.
"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 turn back me as I took off her sock. Despite my cautiousness, even the soft touch seemed to be causing her pain. 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 bandages here ?"I asked.
"No."
"I will be back in a minute,"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 patch, she looked at me and sighed with resignation. I kneeled and started wrapping her mortise joint. Her base was small, almost childlike, with nice, mincing toes.
"Have you ever done that before ?"she asked.
"No."
I applied the bandage, making certain it wasn't too tight.
"How does it feel ?"I asked.
Jessica curled up her toes, hesitated for a second, then said,"It's okay ”.
Then, I brought all the ice from the fridge and put it on her ankle joint. She winced and smiled.
"Do you sense better now ?"
"Yes, thank you. You better get some sleep. I think I can care by myself"
"Are you sure ?"
"Yep."
I helped her prop up her ankle on a pillow, then went to the front door.
"Call me if you need something,"I said, and left.

***

I could not contribute myself to catch some Z's. Every time I came close to dozing off, her facial expression appeared before me. Distorted by painfulness, but still beautiful. I imagined her tiny build huddled in her bed, her oculus wet with tears.
Something thumped up the stairs and I jumped up in bed. It was 4:00 a.m. While I was putting my apparel on, I tried to figure out why I was so untune. zippo really important had happened.
I knocked on the room access 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 ascendancy slipped from my mitt. Sorry for disturbing you."
"How is your ankle ?"
"The swelling is getting worse."
"I will take you to the infirmary,"I said.
"Don't trouble, I will be fine."
"Get dressed !"I said firmly.
"Will you bring me my clogs, delight ? In the press. Actually, I need only the right one."
When I brought the shoe, she was wiggling into her annulus, trying not to move her ankle too much. Her face was reddened from effort, or maybe pain.
"Do you need a hand ?"
"I need an ankle,"she said, gasping."
A minute later, I helped her stand up up, then wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her firmly.
"Are you ready ?"I asked.
She suddenly went limp in my hands, her headway dropping to one side. Her lid fluttered helplessly and I gripped her tighter.
"Jessica !"I cried out.
She blinked with surprisal, then managed to steady herself.
"I am a bit dizzy,"she said weakly.
I lifted her up and carried her to the front door. In my hurry, I didn't notice the cat. I almost got tripped up so I had to kick it aside.
"You are driving me mad, Sophie,"Jessica said to the cat, then slipped her mitt under my shirt, her cool fingers rubbing my chest gently.
I took a recondite breathing spell and said, „ I don't think this is a good idea."
"We can do it right now,"she said and pressed her hot lips on my neck.
"What's the matter with you ?"
"Don't you understand yet ? The pain sensation makes me hot,"she said calmly, but I felt that she was very tense.
"This is not the right moment. You are hurt. We have to go to the hospital."
"Later,"she said and rubbed my genitalia, staring at me intently.
Instinctively, I pressed against her, feeling the soft firmness of purpose of her breasts.
"Oh, that's a lot better,"she moaned in my ear.
I lowered her to the story, trying not to bang her injured ankle against something. My hired man slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt up, feeling her firm bottom. 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 pants,"hey, my swelling is zip 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 heart ; tender, quivering backtalk ; pert breasts ; and these silky thigh, twitching invitingly. Jessica moved her right leg aside, giving me a better survey. Her left one was resting stiffly on the floor, her offend ankle resembling a sausage.
She followed my optic and smiled,"I'm fine."
The visual sense of her thighs was resistless. I drew myself closer. Her fingers dug into my book binding as she pressed against me. Her body felt incredibly sensual, inhumanly pinnace. My penis slowly found its way inside her tightness, and my brim started to explore her side. She moaned with every thrust, her lips parting seductively. There was as practically pleasure as pain in these groan. I was causing her pain, whether she liked it or not. Her injured ankle had to detain immobile, but we just could not blockade. I lifted her left leg, resting it on my shoulder. Her heel brushed gently against my nerve, and a pleasant leathery look reached my nose.
"My ankle spirit much better now,"Jessica said and thrust her bottomland up to fulfil me.

***

I brought Jessica to the hospital around 6 a.m. She was placed in a wheelchair and was briefly examined by a sleepyheaded doctor. He mumbled something, and then took her to the X-ray room. Some fourth dimension later, she was wheeled out.
"You honorable go now, or you will be deep for study,"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 synagogue, 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 family. She wasn't. I was about to guide for the hospital, when someone knocked on the door.
Jessica was standing outside, smiling shyly. She was leaning on a pair of elbow crutches, and her left leg was in plaster.
"Wow !"I exclaimed.
"Can I come in, or crippled young lady aren't welcome here ?
I moved aside to defecate room for her. She went in, clumsily maneuvering on her crutches.
"Your ankle joint is…"
"Fucked up,"she finished my sentence.
"Oh, I am so sorry !"
"bull happens,"she said matter-of-factly, and headed for the couch.
The cast extended from the home of her toes to mid-thigh, and kept her knee slightly bent.
"Does it offend much ?"
She cast a pixilated glance over her shoulder, and stuck out her trivial pink tongue.
"With your helper, I will survive,"she said, and turned stiffly around to sit on the couch.
"I will do my best to save you. No kidding, Is it broken ?"
"They told me that I had broken my talus off-white. I didn't even know I had such a thing."
Her arms started trembling from the effort as she was easing onto the cast. I helped her prop her retch leg on a stool, and tickled her cunning little toes. They looked nice sticking out of the cast.
"How long you have to be in adhesive plaster ?"
"8 weeks or more. How horrible ! Who's going to engage charge of me ?"
"I would wish to volunteer."
"Very kind of you,"she said and patted my shoulder.
I could not serve noticing that the mould was nicely moulded around the sole of her foot.
"Six."
"What ?"
"The size of my feet."
"Charming !"
"But trapped in cataplasm,"she said and wiggled her toes.
"poor minuscule tootsie !"I said and started massaging her second joint, just above the cast.
"Why should I have to intermit an ankle joint to be noticed by you ?"
My mitt froze on her thigh, and I stared at her face.
"Hey, don't be so serious,"she said, her eye twinkling merrily,"Let's have some sex !"


The End