I was shopping in a store with my brother and it just so happened that I was sitting in a manual wheelchair. The wheelchair was not necessary, I could walk perfectly fine but for some reason I was having fun rolling around in it. More than likely I was just wanting to increase my arm strength, and maneuvering the wheelchair was bonus fun. Anyways, I soon realize how taboo it is to be in one when you don’t need one, so I quit pulling myself around with my legs (now working my leg muscles) and just focused on working it like I legitimately needed a wheelchair, playing it up with pitiful and morose demeanor. The public was adequately feeling sorry for me, so I bought what I wanted (it was the old MJ Designs store where I grew up) and told my brother I’d meet him at the car. I made sure to wheel myself out carefully but quickly. Thankfully we parked waaay in the back of the parking lot away from prying eyes. I opened the trunk, slowly stood up, using the car for support (just in case) and folded the chair away before carefully making my way into the car to wait. Then when we got back into the neighborhood (the old one where I grew up), I rode it all over the place again, except this time no one seemed to care and everyone else was on bikes, blades and other fun roll-y things.
Then there was a part where I was sneaking around the enemy temple at night. My teammates, or those that I cared about were scattered in there, needing to be rescued. Strange that this temple was so full of crap and flowing curtains set about in maze form. I’d find them here and there, all the while singing songs by Dalena. I was sneaking, but there were never any enemies, just the knowledge that I shouldn’t be in there.
My brain got tired of that (way too much Assassin’s Creed), and suddenly I’m in a room. There are two beds in it and various room furniture. It was nighttime too, and 3 or 4 people including me were in the room. We were having a relatively good time when it was time for 2 of them to leave. The one girl left, but the male still lay on one of the beds, lamenting that he didn’t want to go home. I didn’t think much about it until he solicited me to satisfy him. I’m like, HUH? What?! ME?! I’m a little flattered because no one would ever solicit me like that, but I’m more troubled than anything else. He’s begun to de-clothe, now in his underwear and seemingly in pain or just terribly desperate for some sexual stimulation. My body is seriously considering it, when I finally snap out of my brain fog. Unfortunately, I’m so flabbergasted and embarrassed I keep stumbling over my words. I look over for help from my roommate, but she has her head buried in her notes and homework and pointedly says, “I’m not interested in males.” Struggling to make some sense with my words, I berate him, “Your friend is my wife…I mean, MY friend is YOUR wife!!!” I keep mixing up the words and trying to tell him that he’s now married to my friend, my coworker. Why was he soliciting me? That’s something between him and her. His face falls with unspoken words and I get the implication somewhere along the line like, yes, he’s married to her, but she can’t satisfy him the way he wants and is sure that I can do a better job for him. He re-clothes, hangs his head and finally leaves.
I hop on my bed and turn to my roommate, lamenting and complaining about his audacity, and how he placed me in such an awkward position, and I don’t even know if I should tell my friend now about it. I pull up my bedclothes for emphasis, “And he wanted to defile MY BED with his infidelity!” She’s so over it at this point and settles in to her bed. It’s late and about time to sleep anyways. Right before I settle into my own, I notice her frustration, and am guilty for thinking only about me instead of paying attention to her too. So I ask what’s wrong with her. It’s her turn to lament and she spits out bitterly that she’s frustrated too, but her girlfriend didn’t want to satisfy her energy buildup. She kept complaining about how she didn’t get to run today because she was studying the whole time and now has excess sexual energy that needs draining.
I smile to myself. I’m still turned on from the little tizzy from before, so while she is repeating her grievances, I climb onto her bed, straddling her. Her eyes fly open wide and she stares at me in surprise, the unspoken wonder and question on her face. I’m into women, but you’re into men… her eyes say. She bites her lip in hesitancy, but not wanting to say no. It’s her turn to trip over words, but I ignore it all and bend my head to kiss her belly. Her frame is much smaller than mine and hidden under her clothing, so I try to judge landmarks from how her clothing sits on her body. Her head rolls back on her pillow and I try to kiss incrementally further south, while slowly worming my fingers under her jeans. She starts barking out orders like, “not to far up, don’t do this.” It’s impeding the mood, but I want to make her happy, so I oblige. I succeed in getting my fingers under the lip of her jeans, but she then stops me. She asks, breathlessly what I’m doing and say bluntly but irritatedly, “I’m trying to get your pants off, you know, how the romance novels all are the same?” Great. Smooth. Show off your romance arsenal that is from books. Real winner here. She just laughs instead of ridiculing me, though, and removes her belt and pants and underwear for me. I’m still fully clothed and part of me is sad that people just want me to satisfy them and never think to satisfy me, but once again I just want to make her happy. It’s all about her right now. I look down at her, my brain blurring it all from my vision, and proceed to continue my attack of her skin. I’m looking to prolong pleasure as much as possible, to tease and work it all up inside of her.
I’m working up and down her body and she’s starting to make a lot of noise and we are both suddenly well aware of how serious we’re getting into this. I jump off and run to close the door while she shuts the window and curtains. Lights go off last and we scramble back onto the bed…
…then my brain jumps to my roommate sleeping and I’m trying to eat spaghetti and green beans off the child seat of a shopping cart. It’s pretty good, even though it’s off a shopping cart. It seems I’m not afraid of getting sick. I suddenly remember my roommate and my brain is battling my consciousness to try and replay or play out this hot encounter with the naked girl in the bed to no avail. I have no idea if the deed was done or if she felt so good she just fell asleep. It IS morning now, so maybe it was done. Either way, I’m stewing in my depression, forever unsatisfied. Always the one doling and never on the receiving end. At least she looks peaceful.
Then I wake up for real because it’s so hot and my dogs are being annoying because it’s super late.