The moment was here. The time had come when she would walk into her office and there he would be. The anticipation was making her shake. as she stepped into her office, she gasped aloud involuntarily. Sitting there in his wheel chair glaring at her wasn't the Chad that she had loved and remembered but an angry stranger.
Sure the person sitting in the chair was Chad, but he was unshaven, his hair looked like it hadn't been cut and was in need of a wash. His clothes looked dirty and there was a bitter twist to his mouth. She could tell on further inspection that his muscular build was not quite so muscular anymore. It broke her heart to see him this way, especially when she remember him when he was so handsome and strong.
"What the hell are she staring at? I thought you were supposed to teach me how to walk again, not stare at me like an idiot," he admonished harshly.
Taken aback by his rudeness, she regained her composure. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I'm Sara Carey, and I'll be helping you for the next few months or so," she walked over and held out her hand to him to shake it, but when he made no move to take it, she dropped it uneasily, and continued her speech. "Well, umm, while you're staying at the clinic. I will be seeing that you get exercise, to get those muscles in your legs strong again. As you know, muscles deteriorate pretty quickly if you don't use them."
"Yea, yea, I know all that stuff. Why don't we get to it now?!" he demanded.
"Well, I thought we would first start off with a little massage to warm the muscles up a bit and then we can head down to the gym and start on a few exercises. He shrugged indifferently, and Sara knew that he would not be a cooperative patient. She could appreciate the tragedy that he had faced in the past year but she would never have expected this of him.
She instructed him to slide to the floor, which she assisted him with. At least he was wearing work out clothes, she thought to herself although they already had a musty odor to them already as if they hadn't been washed from the last time he had worn them. "I'm going to have to take of your track pant right now, so I can give you that massage, I hope you don't embarrass easily." Not waiting for a response she began to competently pull down his pants. So far he made no objection.
When his legs were bare she began kneading the muscles deftly with skilled hands. She worked her hands over the tense flesh trying hard not to think of the many nights she had dreamed of touching him. She moved her hands up to his thighs and worked the muscles in that area, purposely avoiding the groin region until last. As she massaged his groin muscles, her hands accidentally brushed the bulge in his briefs. She blushed a furious red color and instantly pulled her hands away.
All while she was working, Chad laid back and eyed her curiously. She acted as if this were the first time she had ever done this but yet he had heard that she was one of the best, which was why she was chosen. She looked familiar to him but he couldn't place his finger on it. It didn't matter who she was. He didn't even care if he could walk anymore - it was on the insistence of his parents that he get rehabilitation. It was as if all his hopes and dreams had been shattered, when that car accidents all those months ago, but then he still had football. Now he didn't even have that and life just didn't feel worth living. He had nothing, and he wished that he didn't have to be here.
Unaware of Chad's thoughts Sara continued with what she was doing and against her will she began to fantasize Chad sitting up. He would look her in the eyes and tell her that he remembered her and placing a sweet kiss on her lips. She would return that kiss and open her lips slightly so that he may deepen that kiss with his probing tongue. She could just imagine how his hands would stray to her breast straining against the material of her blouse. Then he would unbutton each button slowly pressing a kiss to each inch of skin that he exposed before coming to her breasts, pushing aside her bra, before taking a waiting nipple between his teeth.
