Fabella cinco

Chapter 5: 

“I want to see what you can feel. It can be a little game as we explore your new body,” he said to her. She looked forlorn, as she knew this would not be as simple as it should. “But there is so much that I cannot feel. Everything below my spinal cord injury is totally paralyzed.” 

She knew that even such a simple, factual sentence would excite him. She flashed him a devious smile. “But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to test it out.”  “Okay then let’s play. The rules are simple: just close your eyes, and tell me where I am touching you. If you get it right, then you get a prize,” he explained. “I can’t wait. But what’s the prize?” 

“You’ll find out soon,” he promised with a grin.  She closed her eyes, signaling the start of their game. He reached out and gently touched her right calf. He moved his hand up and down the thin calf, reveling in its beauty. The muscles had atrophied, leaving them thin and soft. While no longer suitable for walking, her calves were beautiful to him, and he loved the feel of it in his hands.  

“Have you started yet?”, she asked, clearly oblivious to his touch. “Yes I have. Time for you to guess.” She furrowed her brow, still amazed that she was totally unable to feel his touch. She took a guess. “Are you tickling my feet?”, she asked. “Not quite,” he responded.  

She opened her eyes to see him rubbing and massaging her calf. She knew he loved to hear her explain what her legs “felt” like to her, and this was the perfect opportunity to get him even more excited for her. “That looks like a nice massage, but obviously I cannot feel it a bit. My legs are so disconnected from me. I sit in this wheelchair, unable to stand or walk like I should. I know you love that I’m a paraplegic, love that I can no longer move or feel my lower body, love that I’ll need a wheelchair for the rest of my life. It’s okay that you’re this way, a devotee. I know there’s nothing you can do about it. You’ll be a devotee the rest of your life, and I’ll be a paraplegic the rest of my life. So let’s keep having fun. I’m ready for round 2.”  

With that, she closed her eyes again. He was so turned on after her monologue that he had to catch his breath. He took a second then began to massage her perfect thighs. The soft flaccid muscles oozed in his hands as he squeezed and rubbed them. He was in ecstasy. She was blissfully unaware of his rubbing, or so he thought. She sneaked a quick peek as he rubbed, and said, “you’re rubbing my soft thighs, aren’t you?” He was surprised by her guess but had to admit she was right. “Time for my prize,” she said expectantly. “You’re right. Close your eyes again and you’ll get it,” he said.  

She closed her eyes a third time. He stood up and walked around the back of her wheelchair. He bent down toward her, and puckered his lips.

(by Sean for Estella)