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I expected that getting everybody off to bed would prove tricky. San Diego was two hours behind Nashville and it always took me a day or two to get used to going to bed at what my body thought was an earlier time.
But everybody had been up early to get to the private field where the charter plane had met them. The pre-dawn start and the excitement (none of the children had been on an airplane before that morning – and nobody in the group had ever seen a private pool with a freakin’ waterfall) had the group ready to call it a night a lot earlier than I anticipated.
For me, it was the first full day I’d been up in almost a month. I had done my treadmill work before everybody arrived and I was feeling languid before the dinner plates were cleared away.
Amber was accustomed to early nights. She had just turned four years old (and I was unconscious for the party) and her bedtime was still eight o’clock. Her body didn’t seem to understand that it was still early (because she hadn’t yet learned to tell time, I guess) so we retired to the couch to rest before everybody else wore down.
My leg proved a pretty effective pillow for the little cutie and she was asleep after only a few moments when we got there. Liz located a small blanket and draped it across the slumbering form.
Chris let Amber sleep for a little while (to make sure she wouldn’t wake up with a second wind, I think) before collecting her off my leg and carrying her upstairs. I didn’t mind at all because I had put my head back on the couch and was napping myself.
I watched him carefully tote his precious bundle up the stairs and thought he looked like a natural. He was still grinning when he made his way back to the rest of the group.
It wasn’t long after when the boys started to yawn and get a little fussy. They were never really bad. But it was pretty easy to pick up on the cues that it was time for them to get some sleep.
The early summer sun had just gone to sleep for the night when the last of the crew headed off to their beds for the night. We had just passed the summer solstice and the daylight lasted until almost 10 o’clock.
Liz and I straightened up the area (which was still in good shape despite having nine guests). The housekeeping staff had been given the weekend off (and Lynwood and Juliet had been told to get lost).
“Are you doing OK?” Liz asked. I was valiantly trying to fold the blanket that I had dragged over my legs once Amber had departed.
“I’m good,” I said. For once, it was the absolute truth. The little cat nap had done wonders for me. Just to make sure Liz knew I was being honest, I ran my hand down her back and cupped her bottom through her green shorts.
Despite our best intentions, we had not yet been able to return to that portion of our lives. It’s mostly because I am an idiot. My arm was still really painful on the day I got home so I dipped into the pharmaceuticals and fell into a deep slumber before Liz came to bed.
My arm felt good the next day and I overdid it – leading to another night of throbbing not only in my arm but in a region just south of my navel. I had drugged myself early on Thursday but it hadn’t mattered. I still fell asleep shortly after consuming my evening meal.
I had resolved that I was going to grit through the pain on Friday. It turned out I didn’t need to. Just the simple fact that I didn’t try to do things I shouldn’t try to do meant that I didn’t have much pain at all.
Liz decided to leave the rest of the cleaning until Saturday morning to ensure she didn’t miss her opportunity.
The problem arose once we made it to the bedroom. Undressing in a hurry wasn’t an option for me. I needed help getting out of my sling and getting my T-shirt off. I still hadn’t mastered the buttons on my shorts with my left hand (you try it if you think it’s so damned easy).
All in all, we figured out pretty quickly that spontaneous couplings were going to have to wait unless we wanted to do it with me almost fully clothed.
Things didn’t get any easier once we got into bed. My arm was strapped across my stomach. That meant skin-to-skin contact of our upper torsos wasn’t going to happen. The sling was made of some breathable, stretchable material but it still chafed my belly unless I wore a shirt beneath it. Even if I could have withstood the pressure on my arm, it would have irritated Liz’s little nipples like crazy.
“I thought I had this all planned out,” she admitted. She had to be careful even when she was astride me. The way my arm was situated gave her very little room to work. Her knees were pressed right up against my elbow and any movement on her part would be pretty uncomfortable for me.
Other parts of our usual entertainment were simply impossible. I couldn’t go down on her as much as I wanted to. Lying on my stomach was an absolute no-no and would be for several more months. She couldn’t straddle my face because it appears that the shoulder is very close to the neck.
“There has to be a way,” I said in frustration. “Nobody said celibacy was part of the recovery program.”
“Let’s think this through,” Liz proposed.
“I don’t want to think,” I said. “I want to do!”
“I want to be done,” Liz agreed with a laugh. “I could blow you. We know that works.”
“Yeah, you’ll probably never hear me say this again but that’s not what I want,” I said. “I ... I want to lick you.”
“Um,” Liz said. “Well, you’ll probably hear me say this a lot. I want you to lick me. Then I want you inside of me. I want to feel you against me.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“The body-to-body rubbing is just going to have to wait,” she said. “Tomorrow when we shower, we can do some things we can’t right now.”
“You know,” I began as I rubbed my cheeks. “We could ... probably work it other ways.”
“I’m listening,” Liz said. I could feel the warmth from her pussy on my balls where she had shifted backward to keep pressure off my arm.
“I could go down on you like you did for me this week,” I said. During my Wednesday morning shower Liz had sat down on the edge of the bathtub and given me a very nice blowjob after we’d shut the water off.
“I still have to do something with my legs,” Liz pointed out.
She had very long legs. There was at least one website (and probably hundreds of them) devoted solely to her legs. I knew she had legs that I really enjoyed ogling (along with the rest of her body). But I had a plan for that, too.
“I think if you lie on your back and pull your knees upward, it could work,” I noted. “I’ll just sort of sit on the floor and play.”
Liz pictured the concept in her head (as I had done a few thousand times during my forced inactivity).
“Hmm,” she mused. She gently lifted herself off my torso – offering me a very nice look at what I hoped to have my mouth attached to very soon – and moved to the edge of the bed. She gave me a sultry look as she reclined, parted her knees and pulled her legs straight upward. “Like this?”
I gulped and was a bit worried I was going to shoot just from the visual image.
“Or like this?” Liz asked as she spread her feet outward in almost a split.
“Either,” I stammered as I pushed myself off the bed. It took me a second to get situated but the view was spectacular when I pushed my legs beneath the bed to get closer.
My arm was still an impediment when I tried to dip my face forward into Liz’s opening. We solved that when she moved forward slightly. I realized I was licking my lips like I was waiting for Thanksgiving dinner to be put on the table.
Liz had not been as diligent with her grooming over the past three weeks. Her pubic hair had started to grow back because she wasn’t wearing the sort of costumes that made it an issue. I found I didn’t care in the slightest.
A trace of moisture leaked from the opening when I parted her lips so I ran my tongue lower to collect it.
It tasted like ambrosia.
“Oh, God,” Liz moaned. Liz enjoyed oral sex. She liked giving and she liked receiving. She liked digital stimulation. She liked it when I fingered her and she liked to give handjobs. Liz liked sex in just about every incarnation imaginable.
I found that I enjoyed sex with Liz in just about every incarnation imaginable (and a few ways I’d never imagined before I met her).
I traced my thumb across her bud in a rhythmic motion as I let my tongue delve a little lower. I licked around her crinkled back opening for a moment and more juice cascaded downward.
Anal play was another thing Liz never shied away from.
Again, I lamented having only one hand to use. I solved that by switching things up. I lifted myself up slightly and used my tongue to stimulate her clit. The thumb I’d been using previously found its way between her cheeks and began circling her anus.
“Fuck,” Liz hissed. “You ... you give me just what I need.”
The way Liz had spread herself out on the bed had given me access to almost all of her lower anatomy. I licked and nibbled and stroked anything I could reach as Liz became wetter and wetter. As soon as enough of her natural lubrication had dripped downward, I slipped a finger into her ass and quickened my actions a few inches northward.
Liz stiffened and let out a keening that I had heard many times (and grown to love). Her breathing came in gasps and her stomach started to ripple.
“You gotta stop, Baby,” Liz said. “I’m starting to cramp.”
Liz really wasn’t in a position to move. She had jackknifed her body until only her back and shoulders were on the mattress. I couldn’t move with any alacrity. Crab-walking isn’t something a person can do with one arm. I wound up scooting my butt across the carpet like a dog so Liz could put her feet down.
Despite her increasing discomfort, Liz waited until I was well clear before changing positions. She immediately put her legs outward and lifted her arms over her head.
“Where does it hurt,” I asked, rubbing her nearest thigh. Her new position was no less enticing than the previous and my dick bobbed in front of me. She now had her breasts arched upward and those incredible legs pushed straight outward.
“Stomach,” Liz said, laughing now. “Holy shit. I came so hard my stomach muscles cramped. I’m seriously out of shape.”
“We’ll work on it,” I said. I got up and sat down beside her, running my hand over her flat stomach. I couldn’t help but delve a little higher to her breasts and then lower to the V where her legs met.
“You are terrible,” Liz said, grinning at me. I used the back of my arm to wipe her secretions from my lips but nodded my agreement. She laughed again, causing her body to do wonderful things. “When you stuck your finger up my butt, Jesus! That was amaze-balls.”
“Amaze-balls?” I asked.
“I heard it online and thought I’d try it out,” she said, winking at me.
She slowly lowered her feet to the floor off the end of the bed and brought her arms down. Her skin was flush and a fine sheen of sweat had appeared on her breasts. I, of course, did the gentlemanly thing and wiped it away.
“So, any ideas on the fucking part?” she wondered.
“A couple,” I said.
“Oh, goody,” Liz said. “What have you got?”
“You,” I said.
“Oh, Mister, you are so right,” Liz said.
She effortlessly raised herself to a sitting position without using her arms. I thought she was showing off, personally, but since she was nude I found showing off to be the appropriate action. If I looked half as good as Liz, I’d probably flash random strangers on the street. But that’s just me.
“It’s sort of a take on what we just did,” I said.
“You can’t lay on top of me,” Liz said. “But once you can ... we will definitely give that a shot.”
“I wouldn’t be on top of you,” I replied. “I would have to stand.”
Liz nodded again.
“I’ve been trying to figure out how we can do this,” she noted. “Believe it or not, there is nothing on the Internet. There was sex with paraplegics, people in wheelchairs, people with both legs amputated. There was nothing about how to do a guy with a bum arm. Believe me, I looked.”
“We could also try with you on top,” I said, wondering why I was prolonging the conversation.
“We just proved that wouldn’t work,” Liz said. “If it would have ... we’d still be doing it that way.”
“I think you’re going to have to face away from me,” I said. “You might have to ... keep your feet under you like a catcher.”
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