Hidden desires surface...
The couch was easy to reach, once Liz rolled her wheelchair up the ramp to the raised living room in Sue's house. She loved the room because sitting on the couch; one was two steps above the kitchen and the pool deck outside. From any place in the room, one looked down into rather than along either the kitchen or the pool. To accommodate a wheelchair or the wider stance she needed when Liz used her crutches and braces, Sue re-arranged the furniture to make sure that Liz had the space to maneuver.
Sue was in the kitchen making a snack for both of them. It was one of those lazy afternoons in the fall where the weather wasn't really yucky, but wasn't nice either and the two of them decided to stay at home. Liz locked the brakes on her wheelchair right next to the couch so it was an easy transfer.
She didn't like to use a transfer board placed between the wheelchair and the couch. Yes, she would readily admit, it was easier - just put it in place and slide across. Liz preferred to expend the energy and lift her useless lower half with her arms and swing from the chair to the new location.
This time, she positioned herself so she was facing the couch and like she had many times before, put her arms on the couch and lifted her butt off the chair so she could swing it onto the couch, confident her paralyzed legs would follow. She'd been doing this for the better part of twenty-five years and this was just another transfer in the life of Liz, the paraplegic.
When she started to swing her butt across the short gap between the chair and the couch, Liz noticed that something wasn't right. While she couldn't feel her bottom or legs, she knew, it wasn't fully on the couch. Her legs were of no use because they were totally paralyzed and atrophied.
Liz started to try to shift back onto the chair and didn't make it. She fell in a disorganized heap on the floor and her head banged off the frame of the wheel chair.
Sue heard the thump and came running from the kitchen to find Liz crumpled on the floor and dazed with her flaccid legs tangled beneath her. Sue helped Liz into a sitting position and looked in her eyes. She could see the red spot where a lump was beginning to form.
"I'm O.K... I just fell down. It isn't the first time and it won't be the last time."
Sue could see the side of Liz's head that was already starting to swell. "Stay there and let me get you an ice pack."
Using crushed ice from the refrigerator stuffed into a zip lock bag, Sue handed Liz a dishtowel and the ice pack and she dutifully put it in place. While she was sitting there, Sue untangled Liz's legs so she could lean against the couch. Then, she sat next to her on the floor.
"What happened?"
"My left foot got tangled up in one of the stirrups and I got caught in no man's land. I couldn't get onto the couch and when I tried to get back in the chair, I didn't make it. Damn useless legs."
Sue didn't know what to say so she put her arm around her lover. "Let's sit here for a few minutes. Are you dizzy?"
"No. I don't think I have a concussion but I am beginning to get a headache."
Sue got up and brought a glass of water and two Tylenol that Liz immediately took. After handing the glass back to Sue, she sat back down on the floor. "When you are ready, I'll lift you back up onto either the couch or the chair."
"You don't have too. I can do it myself."
"I know that, but humor me, I'll help. It's to make sure you make it."
Liz nodded and straightened her legs so they were next to each other. Her toes were pointed away from her body and parallel to her legs. "Sue, one of the things I have been thinking about is having my legs removed. There are doctors who will do it if they are convinced that it will improve my quality of life."
"Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack. I know several paraplegics who had it done."
Sue loved the feel of Liz's legs. Her feet and their soft texture turned her on. If they were gone, would she like what was left? She ran her hand down the closest leg and cradled the foot. "How much would you have amputated?"
"Good question. I've been thinking about it off and on over the years. One of the woman had it done just above the knees, another mid-thigh and the third I met, had them removed at just below her hips."
"So, again, why would you do it?"
"To prevent what just happened. It would make transfers a lot easier."
"And, you would never stand again. You would be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."
"I know. That's the one thing that is holding me back. You know, hard as it is to crutch along with braces, I like wearing them and I know it turns you on."
Sue picked up Liz's leg that was closest to her and draped it over her thighs. "That it does, but you don't have to do much to turn me on. All I have to do is caress one of your legs and I start to get wet."
Now that she had Liz's legs partially spread, ran her hand over Liz's mound. Liz could see, but not feel what Sue did. "I know."
Sue kissed Liz deeply. "Liz, I love you."
Liz put the ice pack down on the glass-topped coffee table so they could hug and kiss. "Sue, you are the love of my life. I love being with you."
After sitting on the floor for about twenty minutes or so, Sue slid her hands under Liz's armpits and lifted her on the couch. She watched while her lover rearranged her legs so they were crossed in front her.
Sue reached out and touched the lump on the side of Liz's head. "If this doesn't go down soon, I'm taking you to an ER."
"O.K."
While they were having lunch, Sue suggested they get dressed up and go out to dinner. They settled on Nonna's in Highland Park and Sue made a reservation.
Liz, with Sue's encouragement decided to show off her legs with a mid-thigh, dark length skirt. The smallest size pantyhose fit her legs snugly and made it easy to slip on a pair of three-inch spike heels that had a strap around her ankle to make sure they would stay on. Rather than have her feet resting next to each other on the foot bar, she had them crossed at the ankles where they would stay unless she moved them.
To go with the black skirt, she wore a light gray blouse unbuttoned to show some cleavage and a hit of her lacy black bra Sue bought her at Victoria Secret. When she rolled out of the house, Liz thought she oozed sexuality which was confirmed by Sue's look on her face. What others thought didn't matter.
Sue also wore a short leather skirt that was also mid-thigh and topped it with a white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough so that one might, if they were lucky, see the black bra underneath. She was wearing what Liz called one of her "want me, fuck me" outfits and had, even at the age of fifty the body and legs to wear such an outfit. When, just before they left, Sue pirouetted in the living room, Liz thought Sue looked fabulous.
Liz, who was focused on maneuvering her wheelchair between the narrow spaces separating the seated diners, was oblivious to the looks the couple got. Sue was not and loved the looks they got from the men and even some of the women. Liz stopped for a moment to talk to a couple she'd known for years before pushing on to their table in the back.
Three times during dinner, couples came over to say hello to Liz. After the third one, Liz leaned over the table. "I think they are coming to check you out. Some of these people were clients and some, I've known for years. The rumor mill was hot and heavy right after you closed. Many of your neighbors were worried that you were going to woo away their husbands. I think some wives secretly breathed a sigh of relief when the next set of rumors that flew around were that you were gay. The last thing in the world they wanted was a wealthy, good looking, single, sexy woman in their midst."
When they got home, Sue waited until Liz rolled into up onto the raised living room. She locked the wheels and moved to the couch with her legs hanging limply over the edge while she waited for Sue to bring a glass of wine.
Sue put the glass on the coffee table and sat down next to Liz. She leaned over and kissed Liz before she reached behind her. Sue gathered both of Liz's hands in one of hers and wasn't quite sure how to say it. "Liz, would you live with me for the rest of your life?"
Sue popped open a small dark red velvet box. In it was a six-carat round diamond ring with two half-carat stones on either side. The certificate said the stones were rated internally flawless (IF) and D color. "Would you marry me?"
Both her hands went to Liz's face. "Oh my God, its beautiful..." She took the box and slipped on the right and then she realized she hadn't answered the question. She pulled Sue's face to hers and French kissed her. "Of course I will."
*****
The marriage proposal and acceptance set off a flurry of activities, one of which was the agreement on a mutual prenuptial that essentially said what they brought into the marriage was theirs and they would share expenses equally. Each would retain a lawyer to prepare a pre-nuptial agreement that would mirror the other one. It was an expensive way to go but both felt that if they got two law firms involved, the agreement would be fairer.
The second was that they would live in Sue's house and Liz's would be sold. It needed work and updating and as soon as that was done, it would be sold.
For tax reasons, they agreed to buy a beach house that Liz would own. The question was where?