There in the dark, he felt her crawl over him and reach for the lamp. Once she turned it on, he realized she was wearing a thin sleep shirt and she was stretched out over him. In no time his morning wood was rising rapidly and he was afraid she would feel it. "Uh, Noelle, maybe you should get off of me, you think?"
"Why? I kinda like waking up with a warm body like this, though the sore toe I could do without. And I have you at a disadvantage, you being one-armed and all." She gave him a quick hug before getting up and heading to the kitchen. "Coffee or tea?"
"Coffee, please." He slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom dragging his jeans and with his hardon poking out in front. Fortunately, she was behind him and couldn't see his condition. Once in the bathroom, he waited for his erection to ease off so that he could piss. Once he was successful, he rinsed out his mouth and looked at himself in the mirror. 'Don't be stupid,' he thought. 'She is a nice girl but that little hug meant nothing.' But it still made him nervous, as he was never one to touch or hug casual acquaintances. To him hugs between a man and a woman were usually more of a sexual thing. He pulled up his jeans using his good arm and wandered back to the living room where he found the bed already folded up.
While he was gone, Noelle had worked on the coffee and the bed. As she hobbled around the room, she thought about him accidentally touching her on her breast. She liked it, even if it wasn't on purpose. She also was sure he had an erection when she leaned over him to turn on the light. 'Maybe he could be interested in me,' she thought, 'Or maybe it was nothing more than a man's morning erection.'
"I see you didn't waste any time getting rid of the bed," he said when he returned.
"No, but look at my foot! It's already turning purple. I really jammed it."
"Here, have a seat and let me take a look." She sat down on a chair as he kneeled on the floor, and she raised her foot up to him. Blood started pounding in his ears as her foot rose and he could see well up her leg to the faint blue of her underwear, causing his hard on to come back again. "You need to ice this," he said as he stood up. "Do you have any ice packs or frozen peas?"
"Yeah, I got an ice pack in the back of the freezer on the right."
He went over, pulled it out, wrapped it in a towel and had her sit down with her foot elevated. 'I'll need the ice pack myself before long,' he thought to himself as he felt himself getting stiffer. He turned away from her, asked about the coffee situation and before long, he brought her a mug with some cream and no sugar, just like he liked it himself.
"We need to think about breakfast. I usually don't eat much myself, what about you?" she asked.
"A piece of toast is good enough for me, but I'll need to get a decent lunch, though. Let me get you a slice. Butter, jam or both?"
"Just butter for me, thanks."
Within a few minutes, he had navigated his way around the toaster and plates with his one useful arm to bring them both toast on a small plate. Noelle balanced her plate on her very shapely legs, drawing his attention to them and her mid-thigh hemline every time she reached down for a bite. He remained over at the kitchen table partly to hide his hard on. After a half hour she reported her foot was getting cold and he noted that her nipples were sticking out through her t-shirt. He took the ice pack, replaced it in the freezer and she hobbled back to her bedroom.
Reg took this time to put his shirt on his back and his right arm while draping it across his left arm and waited for her to return. While she was gone her thoughts kept going back to him. He seemed like a truly nice guy; certainly, he was no ax murderer. Even though he appeared to be shy and reserved about the hug, she smiled remembering how he tried to hide his erection. She was glad her excitement wasn't so visible. The hard nipples she could blame on the cold ice pack, or could she? She had to admit to herself she also felt a bit of moisture below apparently from merely having a guy in her apartment. 'I must be horny,' she thought. Once she was dressed in a simple blouse and jeans, she returned to the living room.
"So, what are we going to do today?" she asked.
"I don't know, it's your place, so you're in charge."
"Well, seeing as it is Thanksgiving on Thursday, I thought I might do a little shopping. I usually don't do much for the holiday, just a small turkey breast, yams and beans. That sound OK to you?"
"Yeah, great. Whatever you do is fine with me."
"I actually celebrate it on Wednesday evening, my boss gives me the afternoon off as the office is dead from noon on. Then on Thursday I volunteer at the local soup kitchen handing out turkey dinners to the poor. You won't be much help with your one arm but would you like to come with me?"
"Sure. Maybe I could hand out the utensils or drink glasses. One arm should be OK with that, you think?"
"Yup. Good. Let's hit the supermarket before the crowds get there."
Once they arranged for his arm sling and coat, she drove them to the local grocery store. There he pushed the cart with his good hand while she chose the food. At the checkout counter they had a friendly argument as to who would pay. He insisted that as long as he was staying at her place, the least he could do was pay for the food.
Back at her apartment, she put the food away and they spent time getting to know each other better, trading stories of their lives. He had recently turned twenty-six and she was a few months younger. And her name was in honor of her birthday, the twenty-fifth of December. She described hating her birthday while she was growing up, but now she liked it. Very few people have birthdays on the twenty-fifth and she loved the uniqueness of it all.
Right after a light lunch, they agreed on watching the U play football against their rivals from downstate. Halfway through the second quarter, Noelle realized Reg was sound asleep. She curled up against him using his thigh for a pillow and found herself drifting off to sleep as well.
When he woke up an hour or so later, he realized her head was in his lap and she was curled up on the couch beside him. He took the chance to look at her and was struck by her good looks. Her hair was a light brown, some would call it dirty blonde, and she had the smoothest of complexions. Her breasts were full and she had a nice shape to her hips. Her ass, clad in tight jeans, was to die for. As he stared at her, he realized he was getting hard again. Panic set in. He did not want to pop a boner with her sound asleep on his lap. He started thinking about work, doing a coding problem in his head; anything to take his mind off his current situation.
As she woke, she realized her head was in the middle of his lap. With her eyes closed, she stayed still and enjoyed the closeness of being with him. She realized there was movement in his jeans and chuckled to herself. He was getting hard again! Rather than embarrass him, she yawned, stretched out and rose up from his lap.
"Wow, once you dozed off, I realized I was sleepy too. Thanks for providing such a nice pillow."
"No problem," he responded. "I was exhausted and I don't think those pain pills are helping me stay awake."
"You know, I have never slept with a guy within twenty-four hours of meeting him. You're kinda lucky," she laughed.
"Well, most guys use 'lucky' to mean something else, you know. But I do consider myself very fortunate to have met you, even if I had to knock you down to the ground to get your attention," he joked.
She stretched again as she got up, thrusting her breasts tightly into her blouse. Reg tried to avoid staring but did take a peek when she turned away. That didn't help his half hard on so he got up to go to the bathroom.
'Man, she's cute. What nice tits. I'm going to need to rub one out if I stay here much longer,' he thought as he closed the door. Once his erection subsided, he finished up in the bathroom and went back to the living area.
When he got there Noelle said, "Reg, I know this is not your place and it is quite small. I think we need to be open about our situation and try to give each other some privacy and space. I usually do yoga and stretches three or four times a week right here, but I'm going to move things around in the bedroom and do my exercises there. OK?"
"Sure, Noelle, that's fine by me. Or I can also head out for a walk if you want me to."
"No, that would be cruel to send a maimed fellow into the streets just so I can do my exercises. You stay here and I'll be back in an hour or so."
She disappeared down the short hallway while he settled down with an e-book. By late afternoon, the shadows were getting long and he was getting hungry. He stood up and went towards the bathroom only to be stopped by seeing her in a backward stretch position. She was face up and had her knees and elbows on the floor and her torso and pelvis were arched up. Her pussy was right in his line of sight and he could clearly see her camel toe. He ducked into the bathroom not believing what he had seen.
'I have got to get out of here. If I don't, I'll go slowly mad,' he thought. He made a little noise and flushed the toilet before he left. Behind him he heard her say, "I'm just about done. Interested in dinner?"
