Retro Fan© My Brother's Friend 
 
 
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 INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In Spring 1985, handsome 19-year-old Italian-American Vinnie stays for the weekend with his best friend Paul, who lives at home with his parents and younger sister Tara, a high school senior aged 18. 
 It would seem that Vinnie, known for his eye for the ladies, will behave himself when left alone with Tara, as although pretty she is confined to a wheelchair. But nobody knows about Tara's secret crush on her big brother's best friend and the hormones racing through her young mind that cause her to have no end of kinky thoughts. 
 Will Tara's virginity remain intact or will Vinnie deflower her when their desires get too much? 
 Only characters aged 18 & older are naked or in sexual situations. As mentioned in the introduction, the narrator Tara is disabled and uses a wheelchair so if this isn't your thing please consider whether this story is for you. Otherwise, please enjoy 'My Brother's Friend Deflowered Me' and please comment. 
   
   
 
 
 
 My Brother's Friend Deflowered Me 
 They say you never miss what you've never had, and in my case it was the ability to walk. Less than three months after I arrived into the world in January 1967, my parents received the terrible news that their baby daughter had a tumor very close to her spine that needed to be removed otherwise her life would be tragically short. The tumor was duly removed, but my spinal cord suffered unavoidable damage in the process. I was of course too young to remember any of this, so all I had ever known was life in a wheelchair. 
 As I grew up, I had lots of different emotions about my situation, but self-pity was never one of them. Getting to understand more about my condition, I realized how lucky I was compared to other disabled people. Sure I was a paraplegic, but I was in much better shape than many other paraplegics. While I could not really feel my legs, I did have some feeling in my feet and full feelings in my reproductive and digestive systems. This was important, as I had control over my bodily functions and as I grew up my menstrual cycle. I didn't need to rely on anyone help me to wash, go to the toilet or manage my periods, which was of great relief to me as the alternative would have been highly embarrassing. 
 Never having known how to walk, I felt empathy for other disabled people who had once been able to walk but now couldn't due to injury or illness. That would have been totally demoralizing. And apart from an inability to walk, I could do everything else and had no other health problems. My disability motivated me to do well at school, help with chores at home where I could, play a sport (mine was wheelchair basketball) and do volunteer work through our church for those less fortunate. I had great friends at the Long Island Catholic high school I attended, and a great relationship with my parents Jim and Anna and my brother Paul, older than me by a year. 
 My parents were great, always teaching me to be independent, but never to be rude to those who instinctively tried to help me when I didn't need it. They treated me like their daughter, not their disabled daughter. Paul and I were always close siblings and the best of friends growing up. As kids he would love to push his kid sister around in her chair, me encouraging him to race faster until our parents told us to slow down in case I lost my balance and fell out but it never happened. Paul was always very protective of me, but that was understandable in the circumstances. 
 Sometimes I felt guilty growing up that while as independent as possible I was still a special needs kid, and my parents often had to pay more attention to me than my brother. But if it ever bothered Paul he never said so, never once did I ever hear him say, "Tara gets all the attention." Still, I did feel bad when things had to happen or not happen due to me. For example, we could only live in a single story house as stairs were not something I got along with. While petite like my mother, just five feet two inches tall with a slim build, it was relatively easy for my tall, strong father or brother to carry me if required, but I think one or both of them would have ended up with hernias if they had had to carry me up and down the stairs several times each day. The modifications to the house to help me with my mobility issues all cost money, as did the modification to the car to allow my chair to go on the roof. My medical bills cost money. Sometimes, we couldn't go on a specific vacation such as camping or do family activities as I wasn't up to it. I probably shouldn't have felt bad given I didn't choose to be in a wheelchair, but nonetheless I did. Maybe it was just the Catholic guilt thing? 
 In early 1985 I turned 18, was a senior in high school, studying hard and getting good grades, continuing to play wheelchair basketball, working a part time job doing paperwork at a hardware store owned by Mom's brother and was taking lessons to drive a modified car, something that would give me more independence in the future. 
 Paul was a freshman in college. The college was in Long Island so Paul could live at home and commute to classes every day. I was very glad as I loved his company, and would have missed him if he went away to school. The same applied to his girlfriend Michelle, a pretty redhead who was like a sister to me, although with Paul being my brother that was kind of weird. However, my favorite friend of my brother's was his best friend since childhood, in the tall, dark and handsome form of Vinnie Antonio. 
 Vinnie was from a large, Italian-American family, the third of six brothers and sisters. They lived not too far from us, and attended the same Catholic high school. I'd always liked Vinnie, he was funny and charming and treated me like an equal. Plus he was so good-looking and charming. I'm not sure if my parents liked Vinnie and the rest of the Antonio family so much. They were originally from Brooklyn and had the strong accents of this borough to match, plus loud voices no doubt from so many people living in the same house struggling to make themselves heard. Vinnie attended college like my brother and like Paul lived at home, as it would have been dumb to pay accommodation fees to live at a college only a short drive away. 
 Soon after turning 18 in the winter something had happened that I never thought would. While I had always liked Vinnie as a friend and thought he was handsome - what girl wouldn't, Vinnie was tall, with a fit muscular build to die for and his swarthy, smoldering Italian looks that could have won him a career in acting or as a male model - I had never had romantic feelings towards him. 
 But one cold afternoon in February, Vinnie passed by me in the hallway on his way out to his car after studying with Paul he had said to me, "I'll catch you tomorrow, Tara." This simple statement set off some reaction in my body and my heart aflutter. I wheeled myself to the living room windows and watched through the curtains as Vinnie got into his car and drove away into the snowy evening I felt that romantic feeling go through me and from that point there was no turning back - I had a crush on my brother's best friend. 
 I thought this might be a passing thing, like having a crush on an actor or a pop-star, which had happened in the past but because Vinnie was around a lot, my feelings just got stronger. Paul and Vinnie liked to lift weights together in the garage, and I would often join them. I couldn't of course lift weights like they could but could do a weight program to help me with my upper-body strength and toning, and would admire Vinnies fit masculine body as he pumped iron. When Vinnie picked up a towel and wiped the sweat away from his handsome face and his dark hair, I felt wet in another place, namely on the saddle of my panties. 
 I never mentioned my crush on Vinnie to anyone else, and I don't think anyone caught on about my feelings for him. Lots of girls liked Vinnie and he dated plenty of them, but with me there were a few assumptions that prevented anybody suspecting my crush. 
 Firstly, as I had been around Vinnie most of my life it would seem that if I was to get feelings on him it would have happened already, and secondly people seemed to think that due to my paraplegia, I was asexual and not interested in dating and sex. While I was indeed not dating anyone and a virgin - the only male to ever see down there in great detail my gynecologist - it didn't mean that I had no interest in sex, far from it. Sometimes in bed at night my fingers found their way into my panties, through my pubic hair and into my pussy, my resulting orgasms one of the reasons why I was so grateful to have feeling between my legs. 
 This had happened more frequently in recent months as my feelings for Vinnie got stronger. Some specific things helped this process along. Vinnie would sometimes come along with Paul and my parents to see my basketball games, and one time after I made a difficult shot Vinnie got a bit over-excited, leaped out of his seat yelling, "Yes, yes, yes, go Tara!", cheering loudly and whistling. I think my parents were a bit embarrassed but on the court the dampness in my panties was not only caused by sweat but a certain other substance. 
 I most certainly wasn't feeling sexy two weeks later when I had the flu and was off school sick and feeling sorry for myself. Vinnie had said, "I'll make you my Nona's famous cold remedy, you'll feel better real soon." He then vanished into the kitchen and returned five minutes later with a hot drink that contained honey and lemon and I suspect something from my parents' liquor cabinet, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining. In bed that night as I tried to sleep through my cold symptoms I felt those wonderful feelings of having a crush sweeping all over my body, and thought about how nice Vinnie had been to me and wishing I was more to him than his friend's younger sister. 
 The fantasy of Vinnie and I being more than friends I thought would stay just that - after all one look at me and my limitations as a girlfriend were obvious - until a couple of seemingly unrelated events occurred at the same time in spring 1985 that set off a perfect storm and things were never the same again. 
 First, I had my period in the week before spring break and secondly, the Antonio family needed to have termite treatments on their house that required them to move out over four days of the weekend while the work was done. With such a large family, they were going all over the place to friends and relatives and to my delight Vinnie was coming to stay with us for four days, sleeping in our spare bedroom. Actually, delight was understating it, I was more like a star-struck groupie whose favorite male recording artist was staying for a long weekend, but I was good at hiding my emotions. 
 How my period was relevant to all of this would appear confusing at face value. I was one of those girls who got her period every 28 days without fail, and it always went the same. Three days before it started I would get all cranky and emotional like many girls, very hormonal and precious, and would snap at people who annoyed me or break down in tears if looked at the wrong way. Men of course annoyed me far more than women when I was like this. Then there was the main event, my period itself, and it always lasted six days. The first three days I was always crampy and bloated, my menstrual flow heavy and my period wreaking havoc with my digestive system too. Days four and five things started to settle down a bit, my flow was lighter and my menstrual cramps were gone. But it was the sixth day of my period when things got really interesting. 
 By the last day of my period my menstrual flow was light and intermittent before finishing completely and my unused pads could go back into my underwear drawer until it all happened again next month. But it was in my brain that things went haywire on the last day of my period. It must have been my hormones playing up, because without fail I would get really horny and think the most explicit and dirty sexual thoughts and fantasies, this continuing on for another two days. I never dared tell anyone about my thoughts during this time, they would have judged me harshly. Hell, I judged myself harshly and told myself I shouldn't think like this, but still I did. 
 Some of my fantasies were normal enough, straight heterosexual sex mainly with Vinnie but sometimes with other guys as well. But my other fantasies, my God. Sometimes I would imagine that I was dressed in my Catholic school uniform with line of about 20 guys stood before me, and one at a time they approached my wheelchair and I gave each of them a blow job. Other times I thought about lowering my panties down to my thighs, sitting in my chair with my legs open enough so my vagina was visible up my skirt, the boys this time each taking it in turn to smell my lowered panties while perving on my pubic hair and my pussy. Other times I would think about boys smelling the seat of my wheelchair after I had moved out of it. I fantasized about having to take a shower out in the open with all the 18-year-old boys and male teachers watching me naked and washing my most private parts, Vinnie there too watching me and enjoying the show. When I was using the toilet at school (there was one disabled cubicle in the girls' bathroom available for me to use), I would pretend that my good-looking young male math teacher walked in on me and saw my lowered panties and my exposed pussy. 
 So it was by a twist of fate that the Friday Vinnie arrived for his four day stay was the last day of my period, and this sent my hormones wild. All day at school I kept counting down the hours until classes finished for the day and I could head home and Vinnie would arrive. My anticipation, and my secret sexual desires made concentrating in classes that day very difficult. 
 When I wheeled myself through the front door and up the hallway after arriving home I didn't have long to wait, Vinnie was already there and stepped out of the kitchen right in front of me, opening a can of soda. 
 "Hi Tara," he said casually, his strong Brooklyn accent making him even hotter and sending my clitoris wild with desire. 
 "Oh hi Vinnie," I said, trying to sound casual too and not to say anything dumb. The other week I had been talking to Vinnie when he came over to study with Paul and I actually used the expression 'swell' when describing my day. This would have been okay had it been 1958, but by now the last two digits of the date had reversed and nobody said 'swell' any more. Vinnie and I had laughed about it, but I still felt embarrassed. 
 On my way into my bedroom to change out of my Catholic school uniform, I looked down and noticed that my legs were slightly open, and this would have given a slight view up my skirt and to the white cotton panties I was wearing. Right away my hormones and the sexually twisted thoughts they created in my mind came into play. Had Vinnie seen my panties and did he like them? Did he know that I was on my period, and wearing a pad in my panties? My private feminine area went wild as I thought of one deviated thought after another. 
 Taking off my school uniform and changing into a pair of stone-washed denim jeans and a yellow knitted sweater with my feet bare I sat in my wheelchair watching a movie on the VCR with my parents, brother and Vinnie after dinner. Our cat had settled onto my knee, and was one happy pussy, purring contentedly as she fell asleep in my lap. But there was a pussy in the room that was far happier than the feline one, and that was the one between my legs, covered by my panties and my jeans. Stealing discrete glances at handsome Vinnie, my vagina tingled and I could feel myself getting damp down there and it was good that I was wearing a sanitary pad, otherwise I would probably have ended up soaking through the double cotton of my panty saddle by the time the film was over and it was time for bed. 
   
   
 
 
 
 Part 02 
 The next morning, my period was definitely over and I spent ages deciding what to wear. Finally, I decided upon a denim jacket, denim skirt and a matching teal blue tee-shirt and stockings. I always wore stockings to cover my legs; while I could put on leggings pantyhose were just that bit too cumbersome for me. I clipped on my teal-blue hooped ear-rings, and as I brushed my shoulder-length lightly permed hair, light brown like my mother and brother's hair, I reached into my hair accessories and took out a teal blue hair bow. On my feet, I put on white ankle socks and white sneakers. 
 Leaning forward in my wheelchair, I looked up my own skirt and could see my bikini-brief style panties, white in color with small blue flowers and the bare skin at the top of my legs, where my panty leg elastic finished and my stocking tops commenced. My pussy responded as I wished it was Vinnie looking up my skirt, and liking what he saw up there. 
 I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my brown eyes looking back at me. "Tara, calm down," I said to myself as inside, I kept thinking how great it would be if Vinnie liked the clothes I was wearing and told me I looked pretty. Lots of people said I was pretty, I often thought they were just saying it to be nice, but the more I looked I had to admit that they were right. Although of course I was modest, and never ever referenced myself as being pretty. 
 Opening my bedroom door, my heart was aflutter as the first person I encountered was none other than Vinnie, looking so hot in his tight black tee-shirt and blue jeans. 
 "Hi Vinnie, did you sleep well?" I asked, feeling chirpy by seeing my crush so early in the morning. 
 "Hi Tara, I slept good thanks," said Vinnie. He looked at the clothes I was wearing. "You look real nice Tara, the color teal suits you." 
 I smiled and blushed. "Thanks Vinnie," I said shyly, while in my panties my clitoris reacted to his praise. If this continued all of Saturday, I would have very sticky undies by nightfall! 
 Saturday was a pretty normal sort of day, everybody doing their own things. I helped Mom with a couple of things around the house and then we ran some errands. It was the evening I was looking forward to. Paul and Michelle were going out with her parents and her sisters, while Mom and Dad were going out to dinner in the city with Dad's sister and her husband. That meant Vinnie and I would be alone for the evening. 
 Now if I had been able to walk I think Mom, Dad and Paul might have had reservations about leaving their 18-year-old daughter/sister with a 19-year-old guy known for his eye for the ladies. But as it seemed unrealistic that Vinnie would try to get into the pants of a chick in a wheelchair, they didn't have any concerns about leaving us alone together in the house. 
 They didn't of course know about my hormones driving me wild with sexual desires, and how Vinnie getting into my pants was the one thing I wanted to happen more than anything else in the world. However, it didn't seem that likely. Vinnie had a great time together that evening, ordering some Chinese food, listening to music on my cassettes, watching a video and talking and laughing together, but he was a perfect gentleman. Despite my relaxed demeanor, inside I was anything but and my emotions swirled like a washing machine. I was horny, nervous and thinking up ways I could live out my erotic fantasies with Vinnie. 
 It was nearly time for me to get ready for bed. I needed to go to the bathroom and take my shower, and soon my over-sexed mind thought up a way I could enjoy myself. While fiercely independent and protective of my privacy when showering or using the bathroom, I loved having Vinnie help me with simple things, it turned me on. 
 "I really need to get ready for bed now, it's getting late," I said. 
 "Okay," said Vinnie, as he ejected the cassette from the VCR and returned it to its cover. 
 "Would you mind pushing me to my bedroom please so I can get everything ready?" Vinnie looked surprised, knowing I normally liked to do things by myself. "You want me to push you to your room?" 
 I nodded. "Yes please. I mean, most of the time I'd just wheel myself there, but I guess it's like driving. Most of the time you like to drive yourself, but sometimes you prefer to be driven." 
 "Sure, its no problem Tara," Vinnie said, taking hold of the back of my wheelchair and pushing me towards my bedroom. My heart raced and my pussy got damp at having Vinnie's strong, muscular hands pushing me in my wheelchair. 
 Vinnie pushed me into my bedroom and I did the transfer thing I was used to, getting my backside out of my wheelchair and onto my bed so I could undress to get ready for my trip to the toilet and shower. Wearing a short skirt, I knew my knees came apart as I got out of my chair, and I knew he couldn't have avoided seeing the tops of my legs and my white flowery panties. 
 "Vinnie, could you please get me my big tee-shirt out of the closet please?" I asked. "The white one with the cartoon frog on the front?" 
 "No worries Tara," said Vinnie, opening my closet and retrieving the over-sized tee-shirt that was my usual nightwear. "Hey, cute frog," he said, admiring the anthropomorphic amphibian that adorned the front of my sleep shirt. 
 "Yeah, he is isn't he? Thanks Vinnie," I said, taking the shirt as Vinnie handed it to me, before looking up at the handsome young man standing over my bed. 
 "Now, using the bathroom and showering for me isn't all that straightforward, it has a lot of logistics," I said. I indicated my wheelchair. "Could you please take my chair into the bathroom? I'll need it when I finish in the shower. And I need to undress, so if you could close my bedroom door on the way out that would be great." 
 "Will do, Tara," said Vinnie, pushing my chair out of my bedroom and closing my door behind himself. 
 In my bedroom, getting undressed, starting with my denim jacket, then my shoes and socks, my tee-shirt and stockings then my denim skirt. I was used to undressing so did this nearly as fast as an able-bodied person, but the simple act of taking of my clothes was so erotic to me, knowing Vinnie was close by and I was barefoot and in my bra and my panties. I had just taken off my bra, revealing my perky B-cup breasts when I heard Vinnie's knock on the door. 
 "Not decent at the moment, Vinnie," I called, that normal statement even making me hot. 
 "Sorry Tara," he called back. 
 "I'll let you know when you can come in," I called, as I maneuvered my legs into position to take my panties down. As I pulled them down, I looked at my full bush of pubic hair that covered my feminine mound, the curls light brown like the hair on my head. Courtesy of my bedroom mirror, I caught the reflection of my bare bottom, and seeing my own nudity made me hot. 
 When I took my panties in my hand, I could see what had happened during the day thanks to my highly sexed mind. Cream colored stains from my snatch adorned the saddle, the older ones hard and the newer ones still sticky and damp. I was unable to resist raising my underpants to my nose and smelling the double cotton saddle, the musty smell of my vagina entering my nasal passages. 
 While I had neatly folded up my outer clothes, with my underwear it was a different story. Instead of putting them in my laundry hamper where they belonged, I deliberately left my bra on the bed so Vinnie could see the garment that kept my tits in place all day, and beside it I placed my dirty panties. I made sure the saddle was face upwards, so Vinnie could see the mess I had made of my panties thanks to my feminine desires throughout the day. Taking my cartoon frog over-sized tee-shirt, I covered my naked body with it and sat barefoot on my bed. "It's okay, you can come in now," I said. 
 The door opened and Vinnie came in. I could see that Vinnie noticed my bra and my panties on the bed but was pretending not to have done so. I also acted like I couldn't see my dirty underwear, and smiled at Vinnie, making my expression as coy and innocent as I could, knowing I was commando under my shirt. 
 "I've got three wheelchairs," I said to Vinnie. "One is the one I use every day, and the second is my sports chair. But I've got a third wheelchair which never leaves the house, my bathroom chair." I indicated the aforementioned wheelchair which sat near my dresser drawers. "Could you please push it over next to my bed so I can get into it Vinnie?" 
 Vinnie retrieved my bathroom chair, which was made mainly of waterproof materials such as fiberglass and pushed it over to my bed. The wheelchair had a commode like seat, enabling me to use the toilet while sitting in it and not having to do the toilet transfer like when I was using my normal chair. The open bottom of the chair also enabled me to wash my genitals and my anal area more easily while taking a shower. "I never seen this chair before," Vinnie commented. 
 I gave him a smile. "Of course you haven't it's for personal things. It's really neat though. The way it's open like that at the bottom means I can be pushed directly over the toilet and left in privacy. And it makes showering a breeze for me, so much better than a plastic chair. Actually, could you please turn away for a second while I get myself into the chair?" 
 "Will do, Tara," said Vinnie, turning away as I maneuvered myself into my bathroom chair. Not wearing any panties, I knew that flashing my gash at Vinnie was inevitable and while I the thought of that made me feel sexy between my legs, it felt even hotter to be a bit of a tease. I maneuvered my bottom into the chair so I was comfortable and my private female areas covered by my cartoon frog tee-shirt, and sat barefoot waiting to be wheeled to the bathroom. 
 "Okay, I'm in position now, you can turn around," I said. "Could you please pass me my bathroom bag?" I pointed at the bag on my dresser drawers. 
 Vinnie retrieved the bag and handed it to me. "Would you like me to push you to the bathroom or would you prefer to do it yourself?" 
 "It'd be great if you could take me please Vinnie," I said. "Backing the chair in there to the toilet is a bit of a tricky maneuver, like a tight parallel park. I can do it myself, but it is easier when somebody else pushes me in there." 
 I was lying of course, while it would have been difficult for somebody not used to the maneuver to complete it, I had so much experience at it that I was an expert, and could have trained other disabled people to do it. Vinnie of course did not know this, and I was keen to use this to my advantage. 
 "Again, no problem at all," said Vinnie, walking behind me and taking hold of the wheelchair, pushing me towards the bathroom. 
 It felt so hot knowing that I wasn't wearing any panties, and that in the seat of the wheelchair my most private feminine areas were exposed to the open air. Sometimes I would wear panties to the bathroom during my evening routine, sometimes not. During the last week it of course was necessary; if I hadn't there would have been a trail of messy blood stains leading from my bedroom to the toilet. Other times it was irrelevant. If I was wearing panties, I could just pull them down to my thighs when my chair was in position over the toilet, if I wasn't wearing any panties like tonight, I simply did my business. It really didn't matter which. 
 Vinnie reached the bathroom and began to push me backwards towards the toilet, and I glanced behind myself to see the seat was down. "This is probably the only time you're going to hear this from a girl, but could you please put the toilet seat up for me?" 
 Vinnie laughed as he put up the toilet seat. "You're right Tara, I never thought I'd hear a girl say that." 
 I giggled. "If I use the toilet when I'm in my normal chair and need to maneuver myself across, then I need to have the toilet seat down like all girls, but in this bathroom chair the seat needs to be up." 
 Vinnie now had my wheelchair in position over the toilet, and it felt so strange and hot for him to see me like this. Technically I wasn't on the toilet in front of him, but on the other hand I was on the toilet and wearing no panties. My clit reacted accordingly, and I squirmed in my bathroom chair. 
 Thinking about panties, I suddenly realized I had forgotten something - clean panties to put on after my shower. I didn't want to wheel myself back to get some, and standing right in front of me was the person to help me out. The thought of Vinnie having to go into my underwear drawer and get me fresh panties was a sexy one indeed, and despite my nerves I decided to make it reality. 
 "Vinnie, sorry to ask you this, but I've forgotten to bring myself some clean panties," I said. "Could you please go into my bedroom and get me a pair? My underwear drawer is the top drawer." 
 Vinnie stopped as suddenly as if a snake had bitten him. "You want me to go into your underwear drawer and get you some panties?" 
 I tried to sound casual, as though I'd asked him to get me some more soap or some more toilet paper not something as personal as panties. "Yes please." 
 Vinnie still looked stunned and not sure of what to say, before saying. "Are you sure? What about the ones you're wearing now?" 
 I smiled. "I'm not wearing any panties at the moment." 
 Vinnie looked even more shocked by this revelation, and I decided to have some fun. "Our house isn't haunted, Vinnie." 
 "Sorry?" 
 "You look like you've seen a ghost. I'm just asking you to get me a pair of my panties, it's no big deal." 
 Vinnie looked worried. "I don't think your Mom, Dad or Paul would like me going into the drawer where you keep your panties Tara." 
 "You're right there," I said. "Mum and Dad wouldn't like a house guest going through their teenage daughter's underwear drawer and touching her panties, and as you know Paul is very protective of his kid sister and he wouldn't like you handling her panties either. But they're not here, they don't know about it, they'll never know about it and what they don't know can't hurt them. If you went through my panty drawer to look at my undies without my permission, that wouldn't be okay. But I'm giving you permission to take a pair of my panties, or my knickers as they say in England, out of my underwear drawer and bring them to me." 
 I could see that Vinnie was still shocked about what I had asked him to do, but was now thinking more logically. "I'll go and get you some panties, Tara. I'll be right back." 
 Being in position over the toilet, the feelings in my bladder and my bowels were getting stronger, and I really needed to go. "Actually Vinnie, it would be better if you waited for me." 
 "Waited?" Vinnie looked puzzled. 
 "I really need to well, you know." I pointed at the toilet. 
 Vinnie blushed. "Oh yes, of course. Sorry Tara." 
 "If you get my panties and wait in your room while I go to the toilet that would be best. Then when you hear me flush the toilet and wash my hands, come and knock on the door and I'll open it and you can pass them to me." 
 "That sounds best," agreed Vinnie. He turned and walked out of the bathroom, but seemed so distracted that he forgot to close and lock the bathroom door, leaving it wide open. 
 "Um Vinnie," I called after him. 
 Vinnie came right back. "Yes Tara." 
 "The door." I pointed at it. 
 "Sorry Tara, I didn't mean to forget." 
 "That's okay," I assured him, as Vinnie closed and locked the bathroom door behind himself. 
   
   
 
 
 
 Part 03 
 On my own, sitting in my bathroom wheelchair over the toilet, I relaxed and began to urinate and my yellow pee stream tinkled into the bowl, the sound filling the bathroom. Could Vinnie hear me having a piss in the quiet of the house? The thought of him listening to me pee turned me on. 
 When my urine stream abated, I reached for the toilet paper. There was nearly a full roll on the holder as Mom had changed it in the morning. Like many households with a menstruating teenage daughter - in this case obviously me - the toilet paper had just gone and gone during the last week when I visited the toilet, thus the need for a change of roll this morning. 
 I dried my wet pussy with some toilet paper, then remained in position over the toilet to poop. I had thought that I would be about five minutes, but maybe the nerves, anticipation and sexual desires of the day had affected my bowels and I wound up spending three times as long as that on the toilet. If I had been on a two week diet consisting only of cabbage, prunes and vast quantities of cheese, it couldn't have been any worse for me. Obviously I used a considerable amount of toilet paper, and I was all too aware that from the spare room that Vinnie would have been able to hear the sounds of me advancing the toilet roll and getting myself more toilet tissue, this and the amount of time I was taking making it pretty obvious that I was going number two. I just hoped he didn't hear any of the more embarrassing noises of me moving my bowels. 
 Several times I thought I was close to finishing, only for the feelings in my rectum to indicate this wasn't the case and I was right back at square one. Another thing hampering me was my vagina. The thought of Vinnie going into my underwear drawer to get me a clean pair of panties and seeing not only my undies but my bras and my sanitary napkins as well made me get wet, as did the fantasy of him sniffing my dirty panties left on the bed. My pussy got wet from these thoughts and each time I got toilet paper to clean myself, I would feel it sticking to my aroused vagina, before I dragged it backwards to my anus to wipe my bottom. 
 Finally I was done, and I unwound toilet paper three times in a row to finish wiping myself clean. Wheeling myself away from the toilet I put down the seat and lid and flushed it, hearing the clean water flowing into the bowl and sending my bodily wastes and soiled toilet paper to the sewers where it belonged. I reached onto the toilet cistern and took the can of toilet freshener, spraying a liberal amount around. Again, Vinnie must have heard this and it would have been obvious that I'd just had a poo, but I think he would have guessed that already. And it would have been far more embarrassing for me if he had smelled my poo when I opened the door for him to pass me my panties. 
 Going to the sink, I thoroughly washed my hands with plenty of soap and warm water, before drying them on the hand towel. Wheeling over to the door, making sure my legs were closed, I opened it to Vinnie's knock and he held out a pair of my clean panties to me, white with pink flowers on them. 
 "Thanks Vinnie, and sorry to have kept you waiting for so long," I apologized. 
 "That's okay Tara, there's no need for you to apologize," laughed Vinnie. "I don't think you did anything wrong by just going to the bathroom, do you?" 
 "I guess not," I agreed. I closed and locked the bathroom door again, and wheeled myself to the shower, stopping only to remove my cartoon frog over-sized tee-shirt. Stark naked, I propelled myself into the shower and turned on the taps, until I had the right temperature. Warm droplets cascaded down onto my nudity as I got soap, washing my breasts and torso, seeing droplets running down my legs and to my bare feet. 
 Getting more soap, I applied it to my private feminine mound, seeing my pubic hair wet and covered in liberal amounts of white suds and bubbles. I took a cloth and reached under my wheelchair, using it to wash first my vagina and then my anus, making me nice and clean in the most intimate areas of my body. 
 Rinsing off the soap, I turned off the shower and sat in my wheelchair, dripping wet. Taking my towel I dried off and wheeled out of the shower recess. I brushed my teeth and gargled with mouthwash so I had minty fresh breath, then applied deodorant to my underarms. Doing my balancing act I put on my clean panties and my oversize tee-shirt, then returned to my standard wheelchair, leaving my bathroom chair to dry off. 
 "I feel so good after my shower," I said to Vinnie, as he met me outside the door. 
 "You want me to push you back like before?" he asked. 
 "Yes please," I said, again feeling that wonderful feeling as Vinnie pushed my wheelchair back to my bedroom. Going inside, my mirror was in front of us, and Vinnie would not have been able to avoid seeing my pretty white panties with pink flowers in the reflection. 
 "Would you like a hand to get into bed, is there anything I can get for you?" Vinnie asked. 
 "Could you please get me my hairbrush and brush my hair for me?" I asked. "Again, its something I normally do myself, but sometimes I like to have it done for me." 
 "I've never had a chick ask me to brush her hair before," said Vinnie, taking my brush. 
 "Well now would be a first time," I said, wheeling myself in front of the mirror. Vinnie stood behind me, and I could feel his gentle touch to my head as he brushed my long, wavy light brown hair. It was so simple yet it felt so erotic. Vinnie's hands and that I could see everything in the reflection of the mirror made me tingle between my legs, and I could feel that another pair of my panties were going to get sticky and messy. 
 Putting aside the brush, Vinnie looked into my face and asked, "So what would Miss Tara like to do next?" 
 "Go to bed, I guess," I said, wishing that Vinnie was getting into bed with me. 
 "I've got a better idea," said Vinnie. 
 "And what might that be?" 
 Vinnie's smoldering brown eyes looked directly into my own brown eyes. "We could do the things with each other that we both want to do." My heart beat so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. "What?" I gasped. 
 Vinnie smiled. "Come on Tara, I know you. I can see what's on your mind and what you want to do. The way you always look at me. All that with helping you with going to the bathroom and taking a shower then brushing your hair when you obviously can do it yourself. Asking me to get you more panties and of course these ones left on the bed." Vinnie indicated the panties I had worn during the day, still on the bed with the saddle facing upwards showing my smelly female stains. 
 "Was I that obvious?" I asked in a small voice. 
 "Kind of, but I don't mind," Vinnie assured me. "In fact I'm good with it, because guess what? I'm alone with the greatest girl I know in the world - she's beautiful, sexy, cute and smart - and I know just what I want to do with her." 
 Vinnie and I again looked into each other's eyes, and he lowered his handsome face into mine. My heart beat a thousand miles an hour as Vinnie and I kissed lightly on the lips and I couldn't believe what was happening. My first kiss was with my crush! 
 We continued to kiss lightly on the lips at first then kissed deeper, our tongues intertwining as we made out with deep French kisses. I squirmed in my wheelchair, my panties dampening with each second that passed. My clitoris felt ablaze at Vinnie's hands on my petite young body covered by an over-sized tee-shirt, and I reached out and stroked his muscular torso through his tight tee-shirt. 
 "I think you're glad to see me," I giggled, pointing at the growing bulge in the front of his jeans that I longed to touch. 
 "Always glad to see you Tara, and that's your fault," he laughed, indicating his erection. 
 "How is it my fault?" I laughed. 
 "For having that effect on me," smiled Vinnie, as he stroked my hair. "And it's not the first time today. When I took you to the bathroom and you told me you weren't wearing any panties, up it went and I didn't think it was going to go down, ever." 
 That I had caused Vinnie to get an erection got me wetter still, and I decided to have more teasing fun. "I'm being a good girl and wearing my panties now. See?" I lifted up my sleep-shirt to show Vinnie my panties, and again found myself squirming as he stared at my cotton-covered crotch. 
 "That is so hot," he said. I looked down at my panties and could see the indentation of my vagina in the cotton. 
 "You don't just have to look," I purred. "You can touch too." 
 Although Vinnie was way more experienced than me sexually - that wasn't hard as I was a complete virgin - he did look a little nervous as he extended his hand towards my crotch and his fingers touched the soft white flowery fabric of my panties. His touch was light at first, teasing my vulva through the cotton but soon pushed the fabric in deeper as he traversed my twat. 
 "Why don't you look down my panties and tell me if you like what you see?" I whispered. 
 "Good Catholic girls aren't supposed to let guys look down their panties," laughed Vinnie. 
 "I might be a Catholic girl, but I'm not very good," I laughed. 
 Vinnie took the front of my panty waistband in his strong hands and pulled open the elastic, looking down my pants and at my female mound covered in a forest of light brown curly pubic hair. Observing Vinnie looking down my panties made me more and more horny. "Do you like that?" I asked. 
 "Who wouldn't like that, even a homo would like that," said Vinnie, indicating my pubic hair. 
 "Put your hand down there," I urged, gasping as Vinnie wasted no time in doing just this, his fingers stroking my soft pubes, going deeper into my crotch and the entrance to my aroused vagina. 
 "You're getting wet down there," said Vinnie. "You're making such a mess of your pretty little panties." 
 "Well we wouldn't want that to happen, would we?" I smiled. I moved my bottom off the seat of my wheelchair. "I think we'd better get them out of danger." 
 I had never had a boy take my panties down before so Vinnie's hands taking hold of my underpants and pulling them down to my thighs was a new one that I loved. With my pants around my thighs I sat down in my wheelchair, once more moving my over-sized tee-shirt away from my crotch so my pussy was visible to Vinnie, who kept looking at my lowered panties. 
 I whispered in his ear. "Smell my panties, Vinnie. I've always wanted a guy to sniff my panties when I've got them down like this." 
 "I think I'll say yes to that, Tara," said Vinnie. He put his face between my thighs and smelled the saddle of my panties and the wet stains my aroused pussy had left. "For some strange reason, your panties smell like vagina," he laughed. 
 I gave him a playful slap to his head. "They aren't even the best ones to smell. See the ones on the bed, with the blue flowers on them? They're the ones I was wearing all day, while I was horny. 
 Taking his face out of the panties I was wearing, Vinnie took my dirty panties off the bed and admired them. "How about we smell them together?" I suggested, hardly able to believe I had suggested it even as I spoke the words. "Really?" gasped Vinnie. 
 "Of course, they smell pretty good, you don't get to have all the fun." 
 "You wouldn't know it, but you are one kinky chick Tara." 
 "You're the only one who knows it," I said, as Vinnie came alongside me, holding my dirty and smelly panties. Our faces close together, we both absorbed the feminine smells I had made all day. The scent of my own twat drove me wild and it certainly had the same effect on Vinnie. I couldn't believe I was doing this; sitting barefoot in my wheelchair, the panties I was wearing down around my thighs, my pubes on display and Vinnie and I smelling the panties I had been wearing all day. 
 When Vinnie put my underpants down, I noticed he seemed to be looking at the floor. "What's so interesting down there?" 
 "Has anyone told you that you have such pretty feet Tara?" 
 I looked down at my bare feet and shook my head. "No." 
 "You have, your bare feet are so beautiful," said Vinnie. 
 I giggled. "You have a thing about girls' feet?" 
 "They are so beautiful, I just want to stroke them, kiss them, massage them." 
 "Well go ahead, it will feel pretty good." 
 "Are you sure its okay? I wasn't sure, I didn't know if it would be okay or uncomfortable for you, I didn't know if you could feel your feet." 
 "I have feelings in my feet," I said, wriggling my toes to prove it. 
   
   
 
 
 
 Part 04 
 Vinnie knelt down at the base of my wheelchair and soon I felt his hands on the soles, toes and arches of my bare feet. His touch caused my snatch to get wetter, and with my panties down I was going to end up with a damp patch on my wheelchair soon. I felt Vinnie kissing my left bare foot and suck on my little pinky toe, then he moved down my foot to my left big toe, sucking each one in turn. He then moved to my right bare foot, starting with my big toe and finishing by sucking on my right pinky toe. 
 "That felt great," I said, more than pleased with Vinnie's love of my dainty little bare feet. 
 "And you look so great in that tee-shirt with the frog on the front. So cute, and so pretty. But I think you'll look even hotter without it." 
 I held up my arms to make it easy for Vinnie to remove my tee-shirt, which was off within seconds, leaving me naked apart from my panties around my thighs. They didn't stay on long, Vinnie took hold of them and slid them down, taking them off over my bare feet. 
 It felt so bad yet at the same time so good to have a young man take off my shirt and then my panties, leaving me completely naked in my wheelchair. I looked down at my own nudity, my breasts which swelled from my chest and my bush of pubic hair. I could see Vinnie was absorbing every part of my naked body with his eyes, and I shuddered as the erotic sensations originating in my clitoris went through my entire body. 
 I also noted that while I was completely naked, Vinnie was fully dressed. "Hey, not fair," I giggled. 
 "What's not fair?" Vinnie asked, a smile on his handsome face. 
 "You know what's not fair," I said. "I'm sitting here completely naked, and you've got all your clothes on." 
 "I think we'd better put that right, don't you Tara?" 
 My clitoris going wild and my vagina getting the seat of my wheelchair wet, I nodded. "Yes." 
 I watched through wide eyes as Vinnie undressed in front of me. At first he took off his shoes and socks, then off came his tee-shirt, me admiring his muscular torso and his hair masculine chest. Then off came his tight blue jeans, leaving him with a huge bulge in the front of his blue underpants. If this wasn't caused by his excitement, then it was something a doctor would have needed to check pretty much right away. 
 As soon as Vinnie's underpants came off, I squirmed in my seat at the sight of his enormous manhood, his perfect uncircumcised cock standing out at 90-degree angle, his balls looking so hot. This was the first time my inexperienced eyes had ever seen a guy's dick in person, so obviously I had nothing to compare it to, but this was the hottest thing I had seen in my 18 years to date. And that it was me who had caused Vinnie's erection made me even hotter. 
 Both of us completely naked, Vinnie and I French-kissed again, and I felt one of his hands on my breasts, stroking them, caressing them and massaging them. My bare toes clenched at his touch to my hard, aroused nipples, adding to the increasing wet patch on the seat of my wheelchair. 
 With Vinnie's cock so close to me I was unable to resist reaching out to touch it, shuddering in delight as my fingers made contact with his erection. I obviously had never done this before, but had my instincts not to mention high sex drive to guide me, so teased Vinnie's hard cock in my fingers, stroking it and tracing it with my hands, before taking a hold of it and jerking him off. 
 "That feels so great, Tara," said Vinnie, pleasure clear on his handsome face as he moved his left hand to my crotch, fingering my vagina through my pubic hair. 
 "I think I can make things even better for you," I suggested. 
 Vinnie put on a look of mock innocence on his face. "And how would you do that?" 
 I put on my most mischievous smile. "Stand in front of my chair and I'll demonstrate." 
 Vinnie took his fingers, now very wet and sticky, out of my pussy and I stopped masturbating him. Vinnie stood directly in front of me, his throbbing erection near my face. I leaned forward and licked at his penis, teasing it with a few gentle strokes of my tongue, feeling it move in arousal. Still unable to believe I was doing this for the first time, opened my mouth to fully take his dick and begin sucking him off. Moving my mouth back and forth along his throbbing cock, my pussy despite having no stimulation from myself or Vinnie felt like it was ablaze as I gave fellatio and from the look on Vinnie's face, I was obviously doing a good job despite my lack of sexual experience. I moved my hand to Vinnie's scrotum, teasing his testicles as I went down and feeling him move in pleasure. 
 I had been blowing Vinnie for what seemed about five minutes when he said, "Hey Tara, you know what I love even more than a chick giving me oral?" 
 My mouth was too full of dick to answer and I shook my head. 
 Vinnie smiled. "Going down on a girl and giving her oral." 
 My eyes went wide and while I could have happily spent all night with Vinnie's cock in my mouth, I stopped blowing him and extricated my head from his groin. I looked down at my hairy pussy and trembled in anticipation at the thought of Vinnie going down on me. 
 "I think you like that idea, don't you Tara?" 
 I shot him a seductive smile. "I'm sure not going to stop you." 
 Vinnie got into position in front of my chair and put his head between my thighs. I knew that my pubic hair trapped my girly smell in the most private area of my body, and I squirmed as he sniffed at my snatch before putting his face into my vagina. 
 Vinnie's tongue on my vulva sent me into raptures of delight as he licked me with strong powerful strokes. The nipples on my bare breasts were rock hard as Vinnie ate me out, sometimes his tongue concentrating on my clitoris, other times he licked my pussy far deeper. It was close to seven minutes of pure heaven as Vinnie gave me cunnilingus, before his head emerged from between my legs, his handsome face covered in my pussy juice. 
 "And now for the main event," said Vinnie, gesturing towards my bed. 
 "Oh yeah," I said, looking at Vinnie's cock and wanting it inside me more than anything else in the world. I made a move to get out of my wheelchair, but Vinnie stopped me. 
 "Let me do that for you," he said, taking hold of my petite figure and lifting me out of my chair, me feeling his hand on my naked bottom, one finger going between my cheeks and close to my vagina. 
 Holding me in his arms, Vinnie looked a bit uncertain and asked, "Which position do you think would be best for you, Tara?" 
 I had thought about this, and given my inability to walk the best way I could envisage for us to have sex was for me to lie flat on my stomach, with Vinnie entering me from behind. "If you could please put me down on my stomach that would be best." 
 "Sounds hot, Tara," grinned Vinnie, putting me down in the way I had suggested and I lay flat on my stomach, seeing Vinnie admiring my bare bottom. 
 There was another thought that had entered my mind. With my most recent period over by just one day, it was unlikely that I would fall pregnant. However, one did hear stories about women who fell pregnant while they were actually menstruating or who were on the pill, while paradoxically some women who wanted kids badly could not fall pregnant no matter how hard they tried. If I got knocked up and had a baby in nine months' time, it wouldn't take much effort for my parents and brother to work out who the father was. "Um Vinnie, do you have any ..." 
 "Protection?" Vinnie finished my sentence for me and smiled. "Way ahead of you there Tara." Going over to his jeans, Vinnie retrieved his wallet and took out a condom. "I'm always prepared." 
 I laughed. "You most certainly are." 
 Vinnie sat next to me on the bed. "It was so hot, going down on your pussy like that Tara." 
 "It was hot for me too." 
 "But I kind of feel the job was only half done, and I don't like to leave things half completed." He stroked my hair. "You've got two equally hot openings down there between your legs Tara, and I only got to pleasure the front one. The back one never got any action." 
 The thought of Vinnie licking my anal area definitely appealed to me, and I wanted to feel Vinnie's tongue in the most private and forbidden area of my body. "Well don't be shy, go down on my ass Vinnie." My directness surprised even me. 
 Again, I could feel Vinnie's eyes taking in the cheeks of my bare bottom and soon I felt Vinnie's hands on my buttocks, massaging and caressing them, before lowering his face down and kissing and licking them. When Vinnie's hands parted my ass-crack, I knew he could see my tight little anus and the thought of him seeing me there caused my heart to race, but not half as much as when he went down on me. 
 First Vinnie's tongue traversed the sensitive skin inside my buttocks before reaching my anus itself. The sensation of him licking me in such a private place - with the only thing to normally touch me there being toilet paper - felt so great and so bad and forbidden, far more taboo than the actual sex we were about to have. Sometimes Vinnie's tongue would linger on the opening to my bowels, me feeling this going up into my rectum, other times he would move his tongue back and forth, me enjoying this especially as he licked the skin that separated my vagina from my anus. 
 When Vinnie took his head out from my ass and unwrapped the condom, I knew this was it, the moment was here. I would lose my virginity at the age of 18 to my crush. I was excited yet at the same time so nervous. 
 "Tara, if there's anything that is uncomfortable for you let me know," said Vinnie, as he covered his enormous erection with the condom. 
 "I will," I promised, trembling in anticipation as Vinnie got on top of me, his groin behind my backside to mount me and enter my vagina. 
 Vinnie gently teased my back and played with my long hair, kissing me on the back of my neck. I could feel his condom-covered cock against my pussy, and braced myself as he slowly pushed it up into the tight, wet and musty confines of my vagina. 
 It stung a little at first being a virgin, but my vagina soon adjusted to the unfamiliar feeling of having a cock inserted into it, and after all, what is one of the main functions of a vagina? I could feel Vinnie's pubic hair tickling my butt as he pushed deeper into me, and this added to my sense of delight at getting nailed for the first time. That we were doing this secretly, with my parents and brother out of the house with not a clue as to what was going on, made it even hotter. 
 Kissing my neck and stroking my back, I felt Vinnie pull backwards then push up harder into my pussy, causing me to gasp in delight, the toes on my bare feet clenching and clenching. Vinnie moved backwards and then pushed deep into my twat again, this time staying far up me, his erection grinding against me, my clitoris causing me to get wetter and wetter, the smell of pussy obvious now in my bedroom. 
 I felt kind of bad Vinnie doing all the work as we stayed locked together as Vinnie fucked me. Due to my disability I could do little more than lie there, I couldn't move my legs around to increase the pleasure, but obviously I couldn't help this and Vinnie sure wasn't complaining. 
 Due to my virginity I had nothing to compare this against, but if having sex was a major at college, then Vinnie could get a Rhodes Scholarship to England's Oxford University. Sometimes Vinnie pumped me nice and hard, his sweat dripping down onto my back and other times he would be slow and sensual, but no matter what speed he went at, it delighted my pussy in equal pleasures. Until tonight all I could do was sit in my wheelchair and wonder what actual sexual intercourse was like, now I was finding out for sure and it was even better than I could ever have dreamed of all the times I masturbated. 
 For about 15 minutes of sheer delight I lay on my face down on my bed as Vinnie screwed me, then I felt the unmistakable feelings of my orgasm starting in my clitoris. It spread through my vagina and into my bowels, the muscles in my rectum tightening and my nipples tingling. 
 I squealed a shriek of girlish delight as I reached the point of no return and my vagina let out a wave of sticky pussy juice that saturated Vinnie's groin, my bare toes curled tight as I writhed my tummy on the bed. Sweat flowed from my forehead and down my face. 
 My own orgasm seemed to inspire Vinnie and I heard him gasp as a hard thrust up my pussy seemed to bring him to orgasm too. Vinnie withdrew from me and I saw the tip of the condom filled with white semen, and I was pretty glad that it hadn't been sprayed into my uterus and up my fallopian tubes, risking fertilizing one of my ova. 
 Vinnie moved next to me and we kissed deeply while recovering our breaths. 
 "That was amazing Tara, are you sure you haven't done that before?" 
 I shook my head. "No, I'm a total virgin. Well, until this evening. Now you've well and truly deflowered me." 
 "I'm sorry it's all over, I wished we could have screwed all night," said Vinnie, as he helped me onto my side and stroked my pubic hair. 
 An idea came into my sex-filled mind. "It's not over yet. Kneel in front of me, and I'll do something really hot for you." 
 "Okay," said Vinnie, following my direction. I reached out and removed the condom from his cock, and as Vinnie watched I opened my mouth wide and held out the condom, allowing the cum to trickle onto my tongue. 
 Semen was an unusual taste for me - I had never eaten or drank anything that tasted similar before - but I liked it and swirled around my mouth, before swallowing it with a gulp and a grin. 
 "That was so hot, Tara you are so kinky," said the very impressed Vinnie. He pointed at my pussy. I can't believe I'm the first guy to get there." 
 "Well, the second guy," I said. "There's my gynecologist - he's a man - but that doesn't really count." 
 "Lucky gynecologist, I wish I was Tara's gynecologist," said Vinnie. 
 I smiled. "If you were my gynecologist, we couldn't have fun together like this, it would be a breach of your Hippocratic Oath." 
 Vinnie smiled. "And your fun isn't over yet either Tara. I don't think we can go to bed like this, so it's shower time." 
 Vinnie's strong hands took hold of my petite, naked teenage body and lifted me off my bed, carrying me in his strong arms to the bathroom, one hand firmly on my bare bottom fingering my post-orgasmic vagina and causing me to giggle on the trip there. 
 In the bathroom Vinnie deposited me into my bathroom chair and wheeled me into the shower, joining me in there. My hyperactive pussy was stimulated again as the warm droplets of water cascaded down onto Vinnie and I, and Vinnie washed me. I loved his touch as he applied soap to my naked breasts, him washing my bare feet and best of all, him reaching under the bottom of the chair to wash my genitals for me, one hand underneath cleaning my vagina, the other applying soap to my hairy pubic mound. For my own part, I washed the residual sperm from Vinnie's dick, feeling him harden again at my touch. 
 Vinnie turned off the shower and we dried off, then Vinnie went to get my regular wheelchair and our nightwear - me my oversize cartoon frog tee-shirt and my panties, and Vinnie his boxer shorts. 
 "Broom, broom, broom," laughed Vinnie, racing my wheelchair along the hallway to my bedroom as though it was a racing car, me laughing at his sense of humor and being raced like that. 
 We were still laughing as Vinnie helped me into my bed, this time to sleep. 
 "Goodnight Tara, and I hope we'll do this again," said Vinnie, as he stroked my long hair back from my face. 
 "Oh we will, Vinnie, we definitely will," I promised, as we embraced and exchanged a goodnight kiss on the lips, Vinnie turning and walking back to his bedroom turning off my light on his way out. 
 When my parents and my brother Paul returned about an hour later I half awoke and thought about what their thoughts would have been about what Vinnie and I had got up to when left alone for the evening, and what we would do in the future. 
 * 
 My senior prom photographs from 1985 showed me sitting in my wheelchair wearing a frilly teal dress and a teal ribbon in my light brown hair. Next to me stood my date for the evening Vinnie, dressed up and looking smart and handsome in a black tuxedo with a white shirt and teal bow tie. Most assumed that Vinnie was just being a nice guy escorting his friend's disabled younger sister to her prom. 
 Nobody of course knew that it was two days after my period, and my hormones were running wild with sexual desires. Not a single person would have believed that just before leaving for prom Vinnie had stood in front of my wheelchair and I had taken down his pants and undies to suck his cock, drinking every drop of semen he ejaculated into my mouth. And nobody would have believed that sweet little wheel-chair bound Tara the straight-A student had allowed Vinnie to take her panties down, put his head under her prom dress and eat out her hairy pussy until she came on his tongue. But while unbelievable, it was what happened and perhaps truth really is stranger than fiction? 
   
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