"Ah, fuck it," I exclaimed as I let go of my throbbing dick and attempted to recompose myself.
It has been four years since the accident that paralyzed more than half of my body and confined me to a wheelchair and I still can't believe that one of the biggest struggles is how to find some sexual relief. Despite my spinal cord being pretty messed up, doctors assured me I had retained relatively good sexual function, but would still have a hard time reaching orgasm. I hate to admit it, but the bastards were right.
Four years! Four long years and I still haven't managed to cum once even though I can get a hard on. Stupid injury took so much of my muscle endurance in my hands that I just can't jerk off long enough to get over the edge without getting frustrated. Could be worse I guess.
I took a look in the bathroom mirror as I got situated. Overall, the accident didn't hurt my looks too much. Sure, I had a lot less muscle and was skinnier, but I still had my short dark brown hair and grey blue eyes. My skin was a little paler than it used to be and I couldn't show off my 6'2" height anymore, but who cares?
"You doing alright in there Adam? You've been in there awhile," said Paige from the hallway.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just finishing brushing my teeth," I lied.
Paige had been my personal care attendant for about a year and pretty much knew everything about my private life, but I still never had the guts to open up about my sexual issues. Probably because I thought she was super attractive and I'd just become hornier than I usually am.
I wheeled myself over to the bathroom door just as she came in, showing that little smirk she always had when she was about to tease me for something.
"You done making yourself all pretty, princess or do you need a pedicure while you're at it?" she joked.
"As long as I'm getting it from a hot babe, I'll gladly sit around for one."
"Well, that rules me out."
"Oh stop. You know that's not what I meant," I said while shaking my head and wheeling out into the hall.
To the contrary, Paige was gorgeous. She sported long, curly, dirty blonde hair and perfectly round eyes that were a deep green that were an amazing contrast to her somewhat pale and freckled skin. The fact that she had a firm round butt, a pair of nicely shaped and perky boobs, and long legs didn't hurt matters either. All those days on the soccer field definitely kept her in shape. However, she still had a conservative attitude towards her body, or was it a lack of confidence? Needless to say, I had a reluctant crush forming since the day we met.
We had gotten to know each other extremely well over the past months and despite her looks, athleticism, and intelligence, Paige always acted a bit shy and reserved. Like something inside was holding her back.
"What do you wanna eat? You can't go another day without eating before I get you to work," Paige reminded me.
"I think I'll just grab something at the cafeteria."
"Hell no you won't. Every time you say that you end up skipping every meal until someone tells you to eat."
"I forget," I said with a shrug.
"I swear, you can be a real stubborn ass sometimes."
I laughed.
"Okay, fiiiiine. Surprise me."
I live alone in a two-bedroom apartment in Chicago and get by working with the court system as a victim advocate for kids. Contrary to popular beliefs, a guy in a wheelchair can do quite a lot with the right setup, so after several agonizing years of saving money and adapting my lifestyle, I managed to move out of my parents' place and live independently. Albeit while getting help from Paige for a couple hours every morning and night.
Paige started darting around the kitchen and grabbing what I assumed was what she needed for an omelet. That's pretty much the only thing she can make from scratch. Unless you count mac and cheese or cereal, but I don't mind. Simple guy and all.
"Are you okay?" Paige asked. She was giving me an inquisitive look as she cooked. "You've been quiet all morning and seem flustered. That's not like you at all."
"Just tired," I lied. "It's been a couple of rough nights again and it's catching up with me."
If only I could tell her the real reason I hadn't been sleeping.
"I'll be fine once I get to work," I responded.
"You need to work less and spend more time having fun. Hell, get a girlfriend even. You can't just hang out with me forever."
My body stiffened a little at that. "I don't think that would be so bad. At least I wouldn't have to debate movie tastes with some girl that just watches reality T.V."
"Touché," she admitted while handing me a plate.
I quickly scarfed down the omelet Paige made and we both got our coats on before heading out the door to make our way to the train station down the street.
The cold blast of air hit me as I rolled onto the sidewalk and Paige pulled her red knit hat a little lower for some extra warmth. Nothing like a cold January wind to wake you up.
We spent most of the commute downtown in silence, preferring to huddle under our coats and hide from the cold than speak. Paige helped me get settled at my desk as always before getting ready to brave the cold once more during her trek to the college campus she was taking classes at.
"So, I'll meet you back at your place at eight?" she asked.
"Yep. I'll manage the ride home on my own. Try not to cuss out your biology professor again," I said with a smile.
"No promises," she murmured as she turned to leave.
I got home earlier than expected and after shedding off my hat, jacket, and work bag, started heating up some leftover pasta in the oven. My phone chirped and my heart skipped a little when I saw it was a text from Paige. She was running a few minutes late and apparently had just gotten hit by a stream of icy water from a hose a construction worker was using. She wasn't going to be happy after nearly freezing.
She showed up a half hour later shaking, wet, and definitely irritated. However, her eyes appeared to soften at my presence. Her lips were a little blue, but her layers of clothing kept her from freezing completely. She dropped her backpack and threw her soaking wet navy-blue parka in the corner before emitting another visible shiver.
"I fucking hate winter!" Paige exclaimed. "Why couldn't I have moved my ass down to San Diego like my friend Kara told me too? Urggh!"
"Because then you wouldn't get to see this face every day,' I joked while moving to grab a towel for her.
That seemed to decompress her a little more. She looked up, took a deep breath, and finally exhaled. "Thanks for the towel, but I don't think it's going to cut it. Mind if I borrow some sweats or something?"
"Yeah, of course! Can't having you die on me," I said while chuckling a little.
Paige knew where everything was, so she ran off to grab dry clothes while I attempted to throw her stuff in the dryer. The thought of Paige stripping in my room came despite my best attempts to push it away. I could just picture those toned thighs slipping out of those skinny jeans she always wore and her wrapping her arms around her bare chest before donning one of my fleece lined zip up hoodies and track pants. She'd have to roll the pant legs up, however, since she was significantly shorter than me.
Honestly, these thoughts were probably stupid to have. I mean, she was my care attendant for one, although we act more like good friends. On top of that, what would a gorgeous girl like her want with a guy in a wheelchair? Still though, I couldn't help but wonder.
"You know I could have helped you with that."
Startled, I looked up to see Paige standing in the doorway wearing one of my black "Germany Soccer" hoodies and a pair of sweats I still had from high school. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and I felt warmth spread to my cheeks as I looked at her.
"Well, I figured I'd at least give it a shot. You know me," I said.
She smirked. "Yeah, I know you're too stubborn to ask for help when you need it."
"Bite me, I like a good challenge."
