She finished up by telling me "You're the one that was studying philosophy, and you told me that you like to try and apply what you've learned out here in the 'real world' to help people. So you think about what I just told you, and see if there's any valid reason the two of us can't get together on this." The smile on her face made it clear that she was all too aware of the bawdy pun she'd just made; having said her piece, she waited for me to do as she'd said: really think about it.
After several minutes went by, I finally told her "I'm a little ashamed to admit that I had to be reminded that you are still a person, even with your handicap – and that basically took care of the problem I was having about whether or not I should do anything physical with you after you made it more than clear that's what you wanted. Your point about being able to pay someone to just have sex with you was well made, and I apologize for the hurt I caused by bringing it up. For the reasons you made so clearly about the why, and any 'afterwards', I feel much the same way. I trust that you understand why I felt I had to bring it up. As for the 'what' and 'how'…"
I could see the mix of hope and concern on her face as I took a breath before saying "Well, I have to figure that's part of the first time any couple are intimate with each other; with us, it'll just be a bigger part, is all."
It took her a couple of seconds to fully realize that I'd just agreed to the two of us having a physical relationship to go with our social and intellectual ones. When she did, though, the expression of delight she got lit up her whole face. It was quickly replaced with one of nervousness at the realization that I had agreed – and what it meant: both of us naked, both of us being physical with each other, and both of us learning each other's bodies and responses.
Seeing it, I quickly assured her "It'll be okay, Evie. Even though your body doesn't do everything most other people's does, I'm figuring you've still got the same parts in the same places as other women. If you don't look the same as before, well, hell, you've been in a bitch of a car accident and got hurt in it – and hurt pretty badly. There's no reason in the world for me to think you're going to be some flawless beauty, or that you're going to look like you did before. I already told you that I think you're still attractive, and you saw me looking at ALL of you, so there's no reason for you to think I don't have some idea of what you're going to look like. As for anything else… well, that part is going to be a learning experience for both of us. If you can be patient while I learn, then I know I can be patient while you do the same. Fair enough?"
It was obvious that what I'd said calmed her considerably before she told me "Thank you. As much as I wanted this, I never really thought about how it would actually happen. I'm still nervous – nervous as hell, honestly – but I know it'll work out. I can't do everything I want to, but the stuff I can do… well, I don't think you'll be sorry."
I got up and went over to where she was, then squatted down before leaning over to give her a soft kiss. When our lips parted, I looked into her eyes and told her "I don't think I will, either."
I could see the affection and gratitude in her eyes when she told me "If you'll get the hell out of my way, I'll show you where the bed is."
I stood up again, and stepped to the side with the comment "Lead on, MacDuff!", making her laugh.
It turned out that the bedroom of the suite was as spacious as the other room had been, leaving her plenty of room to maneuver her wheelchair until she was next to the bed and facing me. She seemed to have a brief bout of shyness before flipping a switch on the arm of the wheelchair and looking up to tell me "I don't have enough control to be able to walk or anything, but I've still got enough strength that if I have something to brace or steady myself, I can stand up for a few seconds – long enough to get onto the bed, or take care of my own bathroom needs, and that kind of stuff. I just turned the power off on the chair, so it would be easier for you to get it out of the way; normally, I'd leave it turned on so it didn't move and I could use it as a support. Now you'll have to come over here so I can use you, instead."
When I'd moved to stand in front of her, I waited a few seconds as she got herself organized to get out of the chair. She obviously knew what to do, and how to do it, so I simply waited until she was standing before putting my arms around her and supporting her. To my surprise, she was just an inch or so shorter than I was – which made it easy for me to kiss her when she tilted her head up slightly to look at me. She looked pleased at what I'd done, so I did it again; that time, she was ready for it, and didn't dawdle about kissing me back. I could feel her putting her arms around me, and waited a few seconds until she'd managed to give me a somewhat awkward hug before kissing her again.
When the kiss ended, she told me "If you'll put me down, you can get that damn chair out of the way, and we won't have to worry about bumping into it by accident."
Looking into her eyes, I slid one hand down her back to give one of her ass cheeks a gentle squeeze before saying "Well, I suppose if I have to…", and bringing a look of anticipation to her. I let most of her weight down so she could control how and when we moved, and it wasn't but a few moments before she'd gotten turned around so she could sit on the bed. I wasn't overly surprised to learn that she could hold herself in a sitting position before she told me "Just go around to the back of it and push it over in the corner. I'm told that it isn't that much harder than pushing a regular wheelchair with me in it."
She proved to be right, and it didn't take me long to get it to where it was out of the way, but still easy to get to. That done, I went back to where she was sitting and got myself parked next to her, taking one of her hands in mine. Looking into her eyes again, I lifted her hand and kissed it before lowering it and holding it with both of mine. She looked delighted at what I'd done, and told me "I can't help but envy any woman you've taken to bed with you. You're obviously as affectionate as any woman could want, gentle as you could be, and still able to play and tease and have fun without getting too carried away with it. I can only hope that I help you enjoy this as much as I think I will."
I just smiled and told her "I don't think that's going to be a problem."
The two of us just sat there, looking at each other for a few seconds before she said "When I get up and go to bed, I have to ask one of the hotel staff to come in and take care of my clothes for me. All things considered, I don't think that would be such a hot idea right now, so if you'll do the honors?"
I simply responded "And it is an honor…" before releasing her hand and moving to kneel on the floor (so we could look at each other) in front of her. First to go was the jacket of her pants suit, which I carefully laid on the bed next to her. Next was her blouse; once I got it unbuttoned, it opened up enough to reveal smooth, clear skin – and what I think is called a half-cup bra, slightly overflowing with her breasts and revealing her light brown areolas (visibly crinkled and about the size of a quarter) and pencil-diameter nipples. As I looked at them, I could see her nipples slowly erecting; I wasn't sure if it was because she was getting aroused, or because of the coolness of the room. Either way, it was a pleasure to watch.
When her blouse was lying on top of the jacket, I leaned forward and took her into my arms, feeling her breasts pressing against my chest as I reached around her to unfasten her bra. She put her arms around me, too, and tried to pull me even closer – something I readily assisted in. With her bra unfastened, I took a few moments to softly slide my hands up and down her back a few times before sliding them around to cup her breasts for a few moments. As I'd figured, they were medium-sized; although soft to the touch, they were still a bit firmer than I'd expected. She managed to shrug her shoulders enough to get the shoulder straps to fall down to her upper arms, and then helped as I slid her bra the rest of the way off. When it had joined her other clothes, I could see her look of concern at what I might think of how she looked; I happily reassured her by leaning forward and kissing each of her nipples before pulling back and looking into her eyes as I simply told her "Lovely."