I was diagnosed with stomach cancer after turning 30. By the time it was found, it had shut down many vital organs, leaving me bedridden and requiring hospitalization. I took medicines for treatment, but could barely move until I was cancer-free. My care team's various doctors watched me in a rotating basis. I recognized one at her first shift as Julia, a former middle/high school/college classmate that I have had a big crush on since 8th grade. Despite her not liking me back, I could not accept that and repeatedly hassled her, so she felt uncomfortable. I even changed high schools to be closer to her besides the fact I had a bad experience in my first one. I despite going to the same college as her could not pursue her there as we had no classes together, being in different majors, and a lot of schoolwork. She as she sat by my bedside, held my hand, and stroked my hair said she obviously did not want to care for me, but must as this was her job.
I said I was happy she achieved her childhood dream, recalling she said she wanted to be a doctor in 8th grade a lot. I, however, never had a stable, long-term job at all and my many flaws like short temper, low patience, and laziness made me unfit for any. We did not tell my family when they came by about our history obviously. Julia after I was released said she would like me to live with her until I fully recovered, wanting me to live despite our troubles growing up and knew I deep down have always wanted to do that.
I did many simple tasks at Julia's apartment like heating pre-cooked or frozen food, take baths, or relieve myself while she was at work. I gradually improved as time went on, but had no clue when I could go home. I one day was resting on our bed when Julia came home tired. She showered after a few minutes and came out of the bathroom without getting dressed. I was confused, but turned on too, as I have always wanted to see her nude since developing my crush. I sat up as she sat by me and asked if I wanted to have sex with her. Being my wish since starting college, I said yes, but she said she must have full control over anything we did. I was a bit reluctant as I never imagined us having sex that way, but agreed to it. We lip-locked and placed our arms around each other. Her back and torso felt good. I kissed and nibbled her lips, neck, and chin and held her breasts. She lay me down, then got atop me. I asked her to put her glasses on, loving it more when a woman in it was in control. She did that, then told me to open my hands. I did that.
She put glue on my palms and my hands on her ass cheeks, knowing I loved them after seeing me constantly staring at and grabbing them since we met. She asked how they felt and I said it felt great. She held my face and said she wanted me to struggle and resist her kissing it. I moved it about, looking fearful as she held it down and tried to kiss whatever part was in front of her. She after a few minutes asked what position I wanted to be in to give her oral. I said to sit on the floor by the bed, as she stood in front of me.