Β© 2015 Sal De Klerk & Caron4Flash All Rights Reserved
Revised 5/2020
Authors Note:
Caron4Flash requested this piece and helped write it. He has Cerebral Palsy and finds it difficult to meet and interact with ladies. This is one of his many fantasies.
Warning:
This story contains adult content including heterosexual oral and vaginal intercourse with a man in a wheelchair. If this is not your kind of smut, please find another story.
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Donna was happy to be home from work. "Another day another fifty cents after taxes", she muttered under her breath." She took out her keys and began to open the outside door to her apartment building. As she opened the door, her neighbor in the wheelchair was coming home from where ever he spent his days. She decided to wait for him and to hold the door knowing it was difficult for him to pull it open.
Donna waited for him to cruise up to the door and into the foyer. As they both stopped to check their mailboxes, Donna glanced sideways at him. He wasn't an unattractive man, but his condition, and the wheelchair, had kept her from getting to know him. For some reason, she decided to change that right now.
"So how was your day neighbor?" she asked smiling at him. She glanced down at her mail while waiting for his reply.
Jerome was arriving home from work. He worked in the accounts receivable department at his father's investment firm.
Jerome felt depressed because a gal at work had rejected him for a date. This was not uncommon. His disability was a turn off for most women. They generally looked at him as either a friend, or brother, or someone they could mother. Very few considered him dateable. The few that did were more interested in his condition than in him.
As he rolled down the street in his depressive funk, he saw Donna standing by the door, waiting for him. His mood brightened. Donna was a very pleasant lady and always smiled at him when they passed in the halls.
When she asked about his day, Jerome decided to take a shot. Pulling out his iPad, he replied using the voice app, and said "Fine, thanks for asking. Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? I don't want to go out, but don't want to be alone either. We could get to know each other better."
The words made Donna freeze. "Tonight, come over, I...I...don't know..."
Jerome knew that Donna found him intriguing, and not for his condition. She was kind enough to wait for him to respond. Most people got irritated when he took so long to answer even the simplest of questions. He typed on his iPad and pressed speak, "Come on, I have seen the way you have smiled at me. You know that you want to get to know me. Give me a shot."
"NO!" She exclaimed when the iPad fell silent.
Seeing his face at her harsh response she realized she needed to clarify her meaning. "You misunderstood. I was always taught that it's rude to visit someone empty-handed. I have anything I can bring over, but I can run to the store. What time should I be there?"
Jerome's iPad said, "Don't worry about it. You don't need to bring anything. How's 7ish?"
"I'll be there, with something." She smiles at him and starts up the stairs.
Jerome rolled into his apartment and changed into a dress shirt, and a comfortable pair of jeans. Putting The Very Best of The Eagles on his sound system, he went into the kitchen humming along. He put a frozen Lasagna in the oven, and some sparkling grape juice on the table. Using his good china, and cloth napkins, he set the table for two. As a finishing touch, he put two new candles out and lit them.
Donna went to her apartment and dropped her stuff. She stripped off her work clothes and looked in her closet for something to wear. Shaking her head she felt betrayed by her wardrobe. 'Way too many work outfits, not enough casual outfits.' she thought to herself grimacing as she tried to figure out what to wear to dinner with a cute neighbor.
Settling on a pair of jean shorts that emphasized her shapely ass, and left her long legs bare. She slipped her feet into her favorite cowboy boots. Then she pulled on a pink spaghetti strap top with a white button-down blouse over it. She tied the ends of the under her breasts, to lift and expose a bit more cleavage. She smiled at her reflection, debating on wearing her cowboy hat. She decided to let her long wavy locks hang free, then grabbed her keys and wallet. She headed to the local grocer and bought a fresh dutch apple pie, some ice cream, and cool whip. She was three minutes late when she knocked on Jerome's door.
Jerome pulled open his door and looked her over not believing how sexy she looked in her outfit. "You look amazing," the iPad said as Jerome stared at her legs.
Remembering his manners, he took the desert from her and gestured for her to follow him. He wanted to show her how independent he was despite his condition.
Donna stepped into the apartment and looked around. "Did you do this yourself. I didn't know that you were able too... er uh... I mean that... that is..." Her face turned red when she realized that she sounded like she was talking to a small child.
"I always thought you had some help, but I guess you don't need any help. It's very nice," she said hoping she didn't sound as condescending as she felt saying it.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at him "Lasagna? Homemade or delivery?" she asked wondering how he knew it was one of her favorite foods.
"It's Stoffer's," Jerome admitted on his iPad. "Shall we sit down to eat?"
"Well... if it's Stouffers, it's got to be good." She giggles at her joke, then says "I'm guessing it's ready to eat huh?"
Jerome didn't say anything during dinner. He concentrated on staying neat. He didn't want to look like an uncoordinated slob in front of her. He let his mind and his eyes wander over Donna's legs and the boots.