We say our good night as we went to our beds. A few hours pass, and you ring your bell. I go to your door, and you say. “Close the door and come in, baby.”
I say. “Sorry, my promise dear, I leave later today. John had the suite repainted. Think just one more day, and you can have your way then. Now need to pee, Baby?”
You say. “Yes, Daddy.”
I smiled when Hazy said it. “I can make you use crutches, young lady.” Saying it as I was laughing.
Hazel says. “We both know you’ll ask me on the field the night of homecoming. You can’t keep things from me, but oh shit, you got no fear in your face. Oh my god, you have a bigger surprise for us. But how does the no secrets thing work out if I let you keep secrets?”
I say. “Baby, please give me this; it’s only a few days. I love you, damn it, I said it. Now I have to go pack the car, but I asked you what kind of Car you see us driving, Baby?” I asked.
You said. “A baby blue 1974 GTO The Judge.”
I say. “How about what you want to study in College? What kind of home do we go home to? Show me pictures; we can dream of it at lunch, Baby.” I laughed.
I thought about buying a car, but I still need the cash in the bank first. I did order the Car, giving them what I had cash-wise to get them started. I wanted them to paint its new seats, and I will add pinstripes and her name on the trunk in a custom paint job. I know just the right guy.
Hazel and I caught up at lunch on day six of a whirlwind romance; it sure felt right. I got Hazel’s color choice on the Car based on what she wanted in her house and school. I balanced the numbers. It was all doable, or at least getting started was.
I felt at ease when John and Ellen let me make roasted mango chicken for tonight’s dinner, Corn and leeks soup, and a side salad. With a bit of wine, they were happy they cleaned their plates and thanked me for the meal.
John plays a record, Ellen says. “She wished she could dance again with her man.” Well, she can’t dance in what she’s in, that’s for sure.
I say. “John, we are right back, but you’re to stay out here, please, sir.”
I roll her back into their room and, pointing to a sexy dress, I say. “I strap your legs to mine and hold on to your waist, and your dancing with your man. Do you know if your lady parts work? I know I should not ask this, but there is a way you can find out. You can still be with your husband. Hazel is on her way over here. Soon she has a toy that does things for girls; if your body works, you should seduce your man. Still sorry I brought this up? This isn’t very comfortable but oh so fixable. You need me to help you dress. You are sexy now; put on your war paint, lady, as we wait on Hazel as I fix up these belts for straps.”
Ellen answered. “No dear I know my parts work but John does not know he doesn’t well you don’t need to know but some how you do don’t you? You can zip me up after I change. Thank you, you don’t need to call Hazy.”
We went to bring Ellen out to dance, and I asked John. “To play your song on the record player again, sir.”
Hazel’s Dad dropped her off to hang out here. With Hazels help I tie Ellen to me, I say. “Only one song tonight, sexy. But no reason why this has to be a one-time thing.”
Hazel told Ellen. “But we will roll you back to the bedroom, and you two can talk later. So please don’t let us come back and show you how to do this. You ready for love, lady?”
Ellen says. “Thank you, Babies. Hazel, your lucky.”
Her stroke slowed her to say, but I listened and say. “I hear you. Now let’s do this.”
The song started. John walked forward and bowed for his wife’s hand, and I pulled off a curtsy as John spun his wife. He damn near killed me when he dipped her and kissed her. I felt her moan. I felt her body get hot and aroused; we danced until the song ended. String of pearls by Glen Miller.
I whispered. “Take his hand Ellen; come to John; your wife would like to talk to you about love.”
As I walk them back, I hear Hazel crying softly in the living room. “John Hazel and I are going to look at my new room. We will be back for coffee in, say, an hour. I understand there is no medical reason why romance can not happen. Trust me, Sir. She loves you with all her heart.” So I say, my smile a good mile wide as we untied her.
I walk out to Hazel, pick you up, and take us outside and up the stairs for the first time.
Hazel says, “Baby, I’ve never seen them happy before. I give you my heart, and I give you time. It won’t be normal; it will be all you.”
Your face in my chest as I close and lock the door, you say. “A door lock and a shower and a bed! We’ve scored, Baby!” Hazel said, a touch breathless.
We were slow, taking our things off each other we kissed as skin came out. I got one plan, one thought, and it’s to taste you. We were seeing each other charms for the first time. So we kissed skin on skin like tossing gasoline on a campfire.
My finger slipped over your hair on your slit. You arched your back, and your hand pushed my fingers in deeper I feel your hymen intact, and you try hard as I feel my finger against you as you wince, but you do it again, and I fear you are tearing yourself, but I know you’re making you ready for us.
I say. “Not tonight, Baby, no rush. Your birth control takes a while before it starts working, and that comes later, but not until my evil plans happen and I tear off the mask, and it’s evil farmer brown.”
I do bite my first nipple; wow, it bounced, as did my tongue between your pussy lips. You lost your battle of not coming, but boy come you did as I ate my fill, again and again, you came as you had squirted fountains worth into my face till you screamed. “Please, no more!”
Hazel says. “Baby, was that me, holly hell boyfriend? You made a mess, but it’s my turn now.”
As you push me back as she pulls me, my cock head slips in your mouth and two hands. I danced, but she stopped.
You say. “Not so fast, mister; you popped off fast last time; we want more this time.”
More is what she got; it was a good twenty minutes. “Baby, your dancing like you made me dance.” You say between bites. Like I made you, I popped off coming in your mouth, and you kissed me, your mouth full of my cum.
“Well damn, I think sex is going to kill us in a good way.” I groaned.
Hazel says. “I love you; our life begins at halftime. But, first, we need to shower.” So we go in, and it’s a nice shower. I used saran wrap, and we knocked it out getting clean. So I bring you back into the main house and what smiles the two love birds have.
I say. “Where the couple looking sad here and looked like they were in hell looks like love to me.” I laughed, man it felt good.
They blushed, John says. “They told me she would be in great pain if we did. I never thought to try to see if she would hurt; how did you know?”
I say. “I did not know John, but Hazel always tells me to trust my heart. It won’t lead you astray. I have seen how people treat people in wheelchairs. You just needed to listen. I heard her voice; it took a minute to listen, and I understood every word. She loves you, John, and watched you with longing. I felt her respond to you when you two danced. I knew giving you a chance was all you two needed.” So I said, looking at Hazel.
John says. “You want to borrow the car to take her home, Dan?”
I said. “Thank you, John. I would; it would save Bob a late drive.”
Hazel, on the ride home, says. “You asked me what I wanted in thirty things. What do you have planned, Baby?”
I say. “Well, I have plans within plans, Baby. Just hang, louse; you rocked my world. It’s my turn now. You keep telling me always to trust my heart; it won’t lead us astray.”
I say, pulling into the driveway. “Let’s go; we’ll get you in, lady.”
Jean and Bob are sitting watching the news. “Thanks for bringing her home,” Bob says.
“Mom,” I say. “I can not say how I feel right now; we left John and Ellen in bathrobes, smiles a mile wide.”
Hazel says. “Two miles, Mom; they looked like newlyweds. We strapped Ellen to Dan’s legs, and they danced with John to String of pearls. Mom, it was wonderful. They had tears in their eyes as he walked them back to their bedroom. So, Mom, Dad, goodnight; tuck me in bed, in-bed Baby, Friday, huh.”
I take you upstairs, you say. “You never get another pass of keeping things from me, Dan Allen Bogart.”
I kissed you to the point of proper heat. It was hot; the paint was peeling off the bedroom wall. But there smiles, baby, we cause it.”
Hazel says. “No, you did that, you sweet man. See you at school, Mr. Cool.” Hazel chuckled.
We did not have any classes together, but we sat at lunch, and they let me push her chair from class to class. Friday at homeroom, the day of homecoming. I found Mae and touched base. All was going to plan. She handed me our rings; they stood out. They followed my polish and matte finished instructions. The two metals made them look like two hands holding hands. What I saw in my mind is now physically something to hold.
Mae says. “Dad did more there engraved Dan and Hazel and Hazel and Dan in the other their beautiful she just die when she gets them. My Dad could not stop talking about the rings.”
After school we went to John’s home for dinner. I prepped dinner. Hazel wanted green peppers, mushrooms, thin-cooked beef, rice noodles with Hot and sour soup, and rice biscuits. It was no challenge; I had made the dishes before, but only few at a time.
Ellen says. “Watching you cook, wish I could cook for my man again.”
I give her a knife, but she’s unstable. We will work on it till you can. “Sorry I can’t work with you today. We work on it, get a tennis ball and spend all your waking time squeezing it till your hands get tired, and do it again the next day.”
Ellen asked. “You’re asking your baby for her hand in marriage tonight at the game?”
I say. “Bob and Jean guessed. Does everyone in this family know everything? Of course, Hazel knows, but I am asking her. Look dear, I pulled the rings out.”
Ellen asked. “Oh John, come here please, these are the ones Jean told us about. Are these the ones you made, Dan?”
John inhales and says. “Jean said you made these rings. I thought they looked like high school shop class. Those are not from any shop class I’ve ever seen; they’re stunning.”
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