I felt so sorry for him. James had had a terrible fall skateboarding and really did himself in. He broke both wrists and really skinned himself good on the arms and legs.
We had been neighbors for a few years now and had gotten to know one another pretty well over that time. Both of us were single, though I was divorced and almost 43; practically old enough to be his mother. He lived in the apartment across from mine and was always on the go. We both worked different hours and he traveled a lot making it hard to get to know him better. I have been attracted to him since I first met him, but was pretty sure he figured I was just a groupie and didn't mind the fact that I hung around.
James started skateboarding at a really early age. By the time he was in his early teens he was on the road, making a shit ton of money on the pro skating circuit. His body showed the countless hours he dedicated to the sport. He was lean and ripped, probably not an ounce of body fat on him. He had a fair amount of ink which just made him that much more appealing to me and pretty much every other girl he met. One of the reasons I like to hang out with his little crew is because they all usually ended up with their shirts off while they were working on new tricks. I'm sure I wasn't the only chick who got moist in the panties watching them do their thing! Since he was practically surrounded by girls all the time I figured I didn't have a chance in hell getting into his pants, but a girl can dream can't she?
Yes, you could say I have always had a thing for "bad boys". Unfortunately more often than not, those relationships would end in a bad way. I married an abusive asshole and divorced young. After that I didn't really have an interest in long term relationships. I like to date younger guys as a rule. Most weren't looking for anything long term and knew how to fuck and that was fine by me. I wasn't all that impressed with guys my age. Lately, it seemed, all the "men" I had dated thought eating at a five star restaurant or going to the movies was the best way to impress me.
By the way, my name is Evelyn, or Eve. The guys took to calling me Evil Eve or just Evil. I love it! I am about 5'-5" and am 115 pounds. My breasts are a solid 34 C and have managed to stay nice and perky. I have several tattoos and I've had my nipples pierced since I was 18. Hell, I may not have porn tits but they get the job done! I am naturally a brunette and have always kept my hair on the long side. I love to dye it or put it in pony tails depending on my mood, plus it makes me look hot! This month it was jet black with deep red highlights in part because James mentioned once that it made me look younger and a little dangerous. I could live with that!
I have always taken care of myself; work out pretty regularly, snowboard, and I am on a roller derby team. I just generally like to stay active. As a result I have a pretty tight, little body, which I pretty much need in order to catch the guys' eyes at the skate park or where ever.
I have always been a bit of a wild child. I never hid the fact that I was a huge fan of skating, snowboarding, BMX and every other "extreme" sport out there. I probably spent a small fortune traveling to events that came within 200 miles of my place. I tried to attend as many of James' events as possible and was pretty much accepted in his group as the "radical" older chick. I loved being accepted by his crew, but what I really wanted was to be around him as much as possible without being a total stalker!
I guess it was good luck that I was there the day he went down. He was at a skate park late one day. All of the guys who usually hung with him were busy, working or partying somewhere else. He was working on a new trick and missed in a bad bad way! Someone that ran the place knew him and called me from James' cell and explained what happened and that he needed a ride to the hospital. No one there had a car?! I hauled ass and picked his bloody ass up and got him to the hospital about as fast as I could without getting us arrested.
After a few hours of sitting in the waiting room a nurse wheeled him out. He was all bandaged up and had casts on each hand that went up to his forearms. He had a little road rash, but I think his pride and wrists took the most damage.
Once he was cleared to leave the hospital it was made clear that he needed rest above all else, which meant keeping him in bed and making him as comfortable as possible. I spoke to the doctor at length about what he was going to need in the near future. I explained that we were just neighbors and that I didn't think I would be able to be there all the time. He made it very clear that James was going to need a lot of attention for a while and since I was right next door I was the best choice for taking care of him. I was just going to have to deal with it.
I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up his pain meds and brought him back to his apartment. Once we arrived I braced him up and practically carried him to his room and into his bed. After getting him in a comfortable position I gave him his meds and left to make something for us to eat. It had been a long day, I was starving and he wasn't supposed to take his meds on an empty stomach.
I made some soup and a sandwich for each of us and set it down next to him. I went back to the kitchen and came back with a big jug of water and a couple of beers (so sue me, I know you don't mix pill and meds, but he looked like he needed a beer!). While we ate I asked if there was anyone I should call to come help him out. He just sat quietly for a while and finally told me he would rather keep his friends out of it for now. He didn't want them to come bust his balls at least not for a little while. I just nodded and said I understood which I did. They were a pretty rowdy crowd and if one got hurt the rest were pretty brutal with the jokes!
As we ate I wondered to myself when we were going to have to deal with the more awkward and probably embarrassing moments that I had discussed with the doctor before leaving the hospital. With his hands in casts James was going to have problems with about everything; Dressing, eating, brushing his teeth, showering, and worse yet, and going to the bathroom.
Once we finished eating over some small talk I cleared his tray and took everything to the kitchen. James washed the pills down with the beer I got for him and then chugged most of the water I brought, and then asked if I could top it off for him. I guess he was pretty dehydrated after all the shit he had put up with all day. I dropped the dishes in the kitchen, got him his refill. It was pretty late by then. I asked if he needed anything right away. He said he was fine and thanked me again for the hundredth time. I told him I was going to take a shower and would come back once I was done to get him settled in for the night. Before I left we agreed that I would leave our two doors open a little so that I could hear him if he needed anything. Stripping I wondered if he was going to be alright and how I was going to get through all of this without jumping his bones. I didn't want to take advantage of him in his state, but he was so helpless right now I doubt he would be able to do anything to stop me. I smiled to myself at that thought, then shook it off and told myself to knock it off.
I stepped into the shower and savored the feel of the hot water on my skin. Man, did I need this! I didn't realize how tense I was till I felt the knots in my shoulders and I soaped and rinsed myself. I tried to work them out a little under the hot water as best I could. Just as I turned the water off I thought I heard something. I stepped quickly out of the shower, opened the bathroom door, and listened. Instantly the image of him lying helpless on the floor sprang to mind. He always was the independent one and I figured he would try to do things on his own rather than have to ask me to do it for him.
"Evil!"
"Shit!" I said out loud.
I grabbing my red silk knee length robe off the back of the door and ran soaking wet across the hall into his apartment. I was still trying to tie the sash around my waist as I burst into his room. I must have looked like a crazy person. He literally jumped when I flew into the room looking like a wet cat. Of course he was perfectly fine.
"Shit Evelyn," I thought to myself. "Way to make the guy think you're a total nut job!"
James just looked at me with a look of shock on his face. Then he burst out laughing! I turned beet red as his finally calmed down. I just stood there with my hands on my hips waiting for him to get it out of his system.
"Ha ha, very funny asshole was there something wrong or was this just a test of the emergency scare-the-shit-out-of-your-friend system?"
James stopped and apologized. Then he stopped all together and just sort of looked at me. I looked back and was about to ask him what the fuck he was looking at when noticed he wasn't looking at my face. Only then did I realize that the robe was only half way covering my front. James was laying there with an eagle's eye view of my perfectly shaved pussy.
I think I must have turned a new shade of red when I realized I just "beaved" him.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" I stammered, pulling the robe around me, finally covering up. "I thought you were in trouble." James just looked up smiled and nodded.
"Well, um..." He started. "The thing is, I kind of need to use the bathroom."
