I met Callie in my freshman year of college in C++ programming class. My first impression of her was that she was way more extroverted and outgoing than any computer nerd I had ever met. She was cute, perky, and had the sexiest freckles all over her shoulders and face.
I always like to sit on the front row of my classes, and apparently Callie did too, mainly so she could maneuver her electric wheelchair around the room more easily. She had a cherubic face and a petite, malformed frame and her smooth, skinny arms were covered in white, downy hair. She stood about 3'8", but really she was unable to stand up completely straight, due to early developmental issues with her legs and back. She had long, oversized arms hands for her body, that is to say, they were proportionally normal-sized for average women, but oversized for her.
After a few classes I began making small talk with her after class and eventually we started going out for coffee together, mostly so I could pick her brain about programming issues I was fuzzy on. She was a really high-strung chick and talked non-stop, but she was obviously brilliant and insightful, far more than I certainly was. She talked so fast that she literally spit at times trying to keep up with her thought process.
Callie, I learned had a weird bone disease called osteogenesis imperfecta, a condition that makes your bones really brittle and prone to breaking. Evidently, she had a milder form of it, and functioned better than most people with the disease. Although she got mostly around campus in an electric wheelchair she was able to walk with aluminum crutches sometimes. It was just safer to use the chair when moving from class to class, she said. Over coffee at the student center one day she told me she had broken her ankle, her right leg (twice), and her left arm when she was younger. She was quite cheerful and positive about it all though, and had the greatest outlook on life, despite her physical limitations.
Over the course of the semester I became strangely attracted to her. Here was this cute, slightly deformed munchkin of a girl, with a high, shrill voice, and a brilliant mind, who seemed to really enjoy my company. She even laughed at my dumb jokes. She was unpredictable and exciting and I became really hot for her in what felt like a perverted way. At night I began masturbating to the thought of having sex with her, but was frustrated imagining how that could even physically happen. She was far too fragile for sex I thought.
Before midterms I got up the nerve to ask her over to my apartment to study and she enthusiastically accepted. The afternoon before she arrived I spent over an hour cleaning up my place. I tend to be a chronic masturbator and keep cum rags, lubes, and a respectable number of stroke toys lying all over the place. I even have a sex doll torso that permanently lives beneath the sheets of my unmade bed that usually stays full of cum, Vaseline, and Albolene. I washed my bed sheets and cum rags, vacuumed the place up, and stashed all my embarrassing unmentionables in the closet so my apartment would look presentable. Callie showed up promptly on our agreed time. I liked that.
"Mmm, smells like you're a busy little beaver up in here sport", she commented with a smile upon entering. I blushed, realizing my apartment probably smelled like a gay porn studio and was at a loss for a response.
"Don't worry about it dude, I probably get off more than any human alive", she laughed, sensing my discomfort. She jumped out of her chair and immediately started oggling my server and PC setup like a kid in a candy store. I had a lot of monitors and smart TVs subbing as monitors all over my apartment for gaming, porn, programming, etc. and she seemed clearly impressed with my setup. She correctly deduced and was impressed that the separate TV and desktop on the floor at the foot of my bed was my dedicated porn rig. I was pretty embarrassed that she had pegged me so easily.
We sat down on the couch and the conversation stretched into the evening as we finished off two bottles of red wine and got to know one another. She was so easy to talk to that it was scary, even when the subject turned to sexually explicit topics. As we talked about teachers, upcoming programming projects, and games we loved to play, I noticed her edging closer and closer to me on the couch every time she changed position, until we were practically cuddling. She smelled really nice and sexy as she drew closer. I wasn't sure if it was her or some scent she was wearing, but I was definitely getting hard.
At one point she nodded to my porn PC and confided that she masturbated at least two or three times a day, every day of her life. Evidently she got off once in the morning before getting up, then once or twice again before going to sleep. She said it kept her more relaxed and that she really needed that release several times a day to keep her sanity. She even got herself off around lunchtime if she had the time. I asked what sort of toys she used and she listed a string of favorites that she owned, from vibrating bullets, to rabbits and even something called a Lush that had multiple vibrating settings. It seemed she had an even bigger collection in her bedside table than I did. I knew things were getting really intimate when she told me how she constantly rotated through beach towels on her bed all the time, because she came so much masturbating.
As I poured her another glass of wine she confided in me that "girls like her didn't get laid very often", and that she had the filthiest thoughts about guys all day and was constantly horny. Most guys were intimidated by her personality and handicap, and she admitted that she, "didn't get near as much dick as she would like." I was floored and fascinated at how she discussed her masturbatory and sexual habits so freely, as if she were discussing a line of programming code. The more we talked about sex the hotter she seemed to look and smell. It was hard to believe that she had a difficult time finding lovers. My rock hard erection bulged beneath my sweatpants to the point I had to hide it with my arm. I glanced down at her t-shirt at one point and could see her tiny nipples getting firm and stiff. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra, and had A-cup sized breasts.
Callie didn't miss my eyes straying down her shirt. She stretched and yawned loudly, then draped her arm over my head on the couch seat, then turned the conversation to focus on me as she edged in closer. She wanted to know all about my personal sex life, my lovers, my kinks, and my masturbatory habits, as if I were being interviewed for a job. I told her my sex life had been almost non-existent recently, with the exception of one blond freshman psychology major I had brought home from a bar and had sex with my third week of school. I admitted having a large array of stroke toys, and lubes and described the types of porn I enjoyed watching and stroking to the most. She was clearly getting turned on by our conversation and I could sense the question that was coming next.
"So how often do you jack off", she whispered close? Apparently my answer surprised her.
"About four to five times a day for about three or four hours a day", I replied.
