[EnigmaofSorrow]

The days turned into weeks and eventually months. Shirley seemed to accept the fact that I was become more like a weekend housemate than a sex partner.

Her 21st birthday was fast approaching and I wondered what I should get her. I hardly bought presents for girls, other than flowers and chocolates, and this was an important milestone in a person’s life. The first step into adulthood.

As luck or fate would have it, I suffered an injury during Army training, and had to undergo surgery to repair the damage. My left foot was in a cast from toes up, until just below the knee. I was given medical leave for two months, and had to learn how to move around using crutches. Above her concern for my well-being, I believe Shirley was secretly ecstatic that I would be at home for such an extended period.

She became a nurse-maid of sorts to me, cooking (actually buying food as she is not a very good cook), washing my clothes, making sure I took my medication on time etc.. The only thing I did not let her do was assist me to bathe, as I was pretty sure she would take advantage of my lack of mobility.

I was bored to tears. There was absolutely nothing to do while on Medical Leave. In the space of the 2 weeks that I was at home, I finished reading 8 novels, and spent countless hours watching lame stuff on YouTube. Strangely even Shirley and I had run out of things to talk about. I wondered how I was going to last the remaining 6 weeks.

One night, after I had eaten my dinner and taken my painkillers, I showered then struggled back onto my bed to read. Without knowing it, I dozed off.
I was roused by Shirley. I awoke, drowsy from my medication.

Me: What’s up?

S: How are you feeling?

She was wearing a Nurses’ Uniform, the type that nursing students wear when they go for their hospital attachment. I wondered where she had gotten it from. She stood up, walked around my bed, parading the uniform to me.

S: Like it?

Me (groggily): What’s going on?

S: I shall be your nurse for tonight.

Me: Ok. But it’s not time yet for my medicine right? What time is it?

S: It’s almost midnight.

Me (playing along): Ok nurse. Let me sleep. Wake me up when I need to take my medicine.

My mind drifted to those Japanese porn videos that I watched before. The sight of Shirley dressed as a nurse was strangely arousing.

S (seductively) : Are you sure you don’t need anything?

Me: Nope. Just let me sleep. Turn off the light when you leave ok?

S: Ok.

She went to switch off the main light in the bedroom and turned on one of the standing lamps.

Me: Hey. I want to sleep.

Shirley did not answer. Instead, she strode up to the foot of the bed and stripped off the nurses’ uniform. She was not wearing any underwear.

Me: Shirley! What are you doing??

She remained silent as she crawled onto the bed, carefully avoiding the cast I had on my left leg. With a quick tug, she removed the sarong I was wearing (I wore a sarong as it was hard to wear shorts with the damn cast on my leg). I regretted not wearing any underwear.

Pressing her breasts against me, she slid upwards, ending at my chest. She bent down to kiss me, forcing her warm wet tongue into my mouth. I felt a stirring down below.

Me: Shirley. Stop.

S: No way. Tonight you’re mine.

Me: But I can’t do anything!

S: I’ll do everything…

Me: Shirley, please.

S: Have you forgotten what day it is?

I racked my brains for an answer. Then it hit me. In a few minutes, she would be 21.

Me: You’re birthday is tomorrow.

S: Good answer. Now I shall collect my present.

Me: What the. I have a present for you.

S: Really? Where is it?

Me: Haven’t got it yet.

S: Too bad. This will be my present then.

She produced a scarf from somewhere and tied my hands together.

Me: Er. This is not good. Could you not tie me up?

I did not like the idea of being helpless.

S: It’s kinky. Now shut up and enjoy.

She licked my neck and continued down towards my nipples, giving them gentle bites with each flick of her tongue. I could feel her braces scraping my skin. It worried me, as she would surely use her mouth down south.

The cold air from the air-conditioner made me shudder. The trails of saliva Shirley was leaving on my body did not help. She was already at my abdomen, kissing and licking as she made her way down. The monster was semi-hard and leaking pre-cum.

Shirley grabbed my semi-hard cock and pulled back the foreskin. She ran her tongue from the base up till the head. Her soft lips enveloped the head, gently sucking the pre-cum from its source. She began to wank me, while sucking on the head, gently squeezing my balls at the same time. I felt more and more pre-cum leaking out. I struggled in my restraints.

Me: Ahh.. Shirley…

The effect of the painkillers somehow did not allow me to achieve a full erection. The sight of Shirley giving me a blowjob was driving me insane, and yet I all I could do was watch. And no, I did not feel her braces while she was blowing me. Somehow, she knew how to cover her teeth with her lips while sucking on the head. I was impressed.

S: Something’s wrong. It’s still soft.

Me: I think it’s the medicine.

Shirley wrapped her fingers around my pole and wanked me slowly, using her saliva and my pre-cum as lubricant. Her other hand massaged my balls. Every few strokes, she would either lick or suck my cock, making sure that more saliva was on it. I really thought I was going to die of pleasure.

Me: Ahh… Ahh… Please.. Untie me…

She did not reply again, concentrating instead of torturing me. Suddenly, she turned around and adopted the ‘69’ position, inching her pussy closer and closer to my face.

Once again, the smell of her feminine wash was really arousing. I stuck out my tongue and tried to attack her pussy. But she was too far away.

Me: Hey! I can’t reach you.

S: Too bad.

And she continued with the blowjob. I struggled to untie myself. And I succeeded.

I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy towards me, burying my face in the sweet scent. The sudden attack on her pussy gave her a shock and I felt her braces scraping my dickhead.

Me: Oww….

S: Sorry, it’s your fault.

I attacked her clamshell again, licking the soft lips and rubbing her clit. I pulled back the hood and attacked it with my tongue, alternating between soft licks and sucking on it. Her juices started to flow and I tasted it. I could not decide if it was bitter, salty or sour but it was definitely not sweet. Whoever described a woman’s juices as sweet nectar ought to be shot.

By now Shirley was very wet and her blowjob was punctuated by moans. She stopped and climbed on top of me.

We kissed, our tongues still carrying our juices. She rubbed her pussy on my cock.

Me: Shit. I don’t have condoms.

S: I don’t care.

Me: Er.

S: Anyway you’re still not hard. The condom might just slip off.

Now that was embarrassing. More than twenty minutes of sucking and my dick was still half-flaccid. I hoped that this was really a side-effect of the medication and not a permanent thing.

Shirley grabbed my cock and rubbed the heard around her pussy.

S: Think it’s gonna fit?

Me: Probably. It’s not hard like you said.

I felt her warm pussy lips wrap around my dickhead as she slowly lowered herself down onto me. She was extremely wet and yet she appeared to be having some trouble.

Me: Damn, you’re tight…

S: You’re too big, even when soft…

After much trying she managed to get it all in and started riding, very slowly. She looked as though she was in pain. I could feel her pussy muscles grabbing my cock every time she moved up and down.

After riding for about 10 minutes, she got off and turned around, mounting me in the reverse cowgirl position. Again, she rode very slowly.
After another 10 minutes, she stopped.

Me: You’re done?

S: I’m sore.

Me: Well, you’re damn tight. Even when you’re wet.

S: You can’t cum?

Me: I don’t think so. Must be the medication.

S: Well I don’t think I can ride anymore. It hurts.

Me: Then don’t. This was a bad idea…

S: Nah. It was fun, for awhile.. And you still owe me a real present.

Me: Oh yeah. Happy birthday.

S: Wanna shower?

Me: Yeah, go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.

Shirley got up and went back to her room. It seemed as though her legs were trembling.

By the time I got to her bathroom, she was already under the shower. She was crying, and I saw some blood being washed down the drain.

I looked at my cock, there was blood on it as well.

Me: You’re bleeding.

S (sniffling): Yeah.

Me: You’re a virgin?

S: Yeah.

Me: Crap.

No wonder she was so tight. I had taken her cherry. Or rather, she had given me her cherry, and yet it was not a very enjoyable experience for her.

Me: I thought you had boyfriends in Australia?

S: I didn’t sleep with them. Mostly had oral sex and stuff.

That explains her blowjob skills, even with braces.

Me: Why did you give me your virginity?

S: I don’t know. Even before I left I wanted you to do it. But you never made a move.

Me: Why me?

S: I don’t know.

Me: Sorry if it wasn’t very enjoyable.

S: It’s ok.

Me: We’ll try again when I’m better ok?

S: Yeah. I should have been more patient. Hug me to sleep?

Me: Er. How? My leg’s in a cast. You can hug me.

S: Ok.

After her shower, Shirley helped to wash me and we headed off to bed. As she lay on my chest I wondered if I would have stopped her from deflowering herself on me if I had not injured my leg. Thinking back, I probably would have let her fuck me, but if I was not injured, it probably would have been more enjoyable.

I felt bad, not being able to pleasure her. But there would be other chances. Especially since we had broken the barrier, both literally and metaphorically. Hopefully when I recovered, sex would be better for the both of us.

to be continued...