“No!” I quickly tried to clarify. “Nothing like that. I wouldn’t do that! The truth is, she ... didn’t just move away. We also never broke up. She died in September. That’s why I have ... trouble taking her pictures down.”
I held my breath, waiting for her to say something. I was fully aware that probably no girl likes to hear that the guy she was making a move on was still hung up on another girl. Dead or alive.
“Oh. Oh, shit!” she breathed out as she fully realized what I just told her. “That ... I’m so sorry.”
I nodded, still unsure what to reply whenever I received condolences over Tess.
“Look, the thing is ... since she died, I ... didn’t really think about getting into another relationship. But, that thing you offered, about us seeing where it leads us. I would ... like that.”
Her eyes grew big when I finished speaking, and a brilliant smile spread on her face.
“Say, Tim, is there any way for me to cuddle up to you without you screaming in pain?” she asked, still grinning.
“Uh ... yeah, sure. The leg is actually fine, most of the time. Weirdly enough, pressure doesn’t really hurt that much, as long as I don’t use the muscles in the thigh. It’s the collarbone that’s really annoying me, actually.”
She immediately crawled over to my left side, pushed herself under my arm to wrap it around herself, and then carefully pushed her leg onto mine, attentively watching me for any sign of displeasure that I was sure as hell not going to give her. When she had reached a position she liked, with her basically lying on my left side, she kissed me again.
“Well ... I don’t think I ever got a compliment like that. So, I’m the gal that might be able to cure grief. God, I’m awesome!” she said in obviously overplayed smug self-satisfaction that made me laugh.
“Possibly, yes.” I said, and kissed her again.
We spent the following hour watching our shows, before I noticed how high her thigh had ridden on my leg. She was now lightly rubbing it against my groin, and I felt my dick harden. I think she felt it too, because she immediately looked at me with a sultry grin, and we engaged in a passionate kiss as the pressure of her leg on my engorged member increased.
“You know,” she said through her ragged breath. “I still owe you from the Dare, don’t I?”
“Are you sure?”
“Damn, yes, I’m sure! I want you, Tim! But...” she glanced at my sling. “How?”
“Can you promise you won’t lean on my chest?” Her eyes showed doubt, which meant that, with my leg exploding in pain every time I tried to use the muscles in my thigh, basically all the positions for penetrative sex I knew were out of the question. “Alright. How about we repeat the dare with a little alteration?”
She liked that idea. Her clothes were gone faster than I could blink, and I marveled in her beauty.
“Damn! You really are beautiful, Mia.”
There it was again. That marvelous smile before she started pulling on my sweatpants and my dick sprang right at her face.
“Damn! So are you, Stud. And not as small as I was made to believe!” she exclaimed happily.
“Now, how about you swing your leg over me, so I can get to work, hmm?”
I did not have to tell her twice! We actually found a position that worked with my injuries. I was lying on my back, with my head propped up on a pillow. When she threw her leg over my torso, she automatically presented me with a perfect view of her already glistening pussylips before she slowly slid backwards. With her body scooted back until her knees were next to my shoulders, all she had to do was lean back a little and she would be smothering me with her folds. I felt my dick jump a little before she grabbed it as she giggled.
“Let’s see who is better, shall we, Stud?”
And with that, she lowered her head onto my cock while simultaneously leaning her ass back. I absolutely feasted on her. First I tried dragging my tongue over her labia, and already heard her moan. Then I started nibbling and licking her inner lips, and that seemed to do the trick. She was so occupied with moaning, she had trouble keeping my dick in her mouth.
I remembered my discovery from the day we got together in her home, and slowly dragged my hand up her thigh, squeezed her asscheek on the way, and finally slid it underneath her. I let my nails slowly drag over her pelvis as I started nibbling on her clit, and that provoked an unbelievably cute squeaking noise out of her. Finally, I let my hand slide down her pelvis until my fingertips were close to my mouth, removed my lips from her clit, and massaged it with my fingers instead. The way she wiggled her butt in my face told me that she enjoyed a little teasing. But I wasn’t planning on teasing her for too long.
