Andrew had been in a car accident. It hadn't been a fender bender; it was actually pretty bad, though thankfully Andrew hadn't been seriously hurt. Well, he had serious pain all over. It was primarily muscular though a couple of ribs had suffered hairline fractures which made getting up and down quite painful and his sprained ankle made it tough to walk. He had spent two days in the hospital while the doctors made sure he had no internal injuries or more fractures. Then Andrew was sent home with strict orders to get plenty of bed rest, at least for a week or so while his body healed. They gave him a prescription for strong ibuprofen and another for oxycodone for when the pain was worse, and/or at night to help him sleep.
Andrew was rarely out of bed in this time period. He even found it a bit too painful to get up to use the bathroom. If Andrew only needed to tinkle, he'd use the bottle, slide himself in, whizz then leave the bottle at the bedside. Mom had the pleasure of emptying it. If he needed to do more than tinkle, he would force himself up and into the bathroom. It was painful and not in the least fun, but the very thought of using a bedpan made Andrew cringe and gag.
Andrew was just 20, a junior at Gladstone State Tech. He wasn't a bad looking kid, a bit thin though. Little to no experience with girls (a few make out sessions, twice got boob OVER the shirt, once under) and that was about it. But he was content. He knew someday a girl would come along and there would be chemistry between them, and he being a chemistry major, he'd know it. This line always made him chuckle, though he was avoiding too much chuckling at this particular time. At six foot 4, he was often encouraged to try out for basketball, but he felt he lacked coordination and just never did; he was content.
His family in this time was very supportive and helpful to Andrew. They knew he was in a lot of pain and tried to do everything they could to help. They'd bring him food get him books make sure he had what he needed like the TV remote for instance. They even sprang for a nurse to stop by twice a week to check on him and 'clean him up'. The HMO wouldn't pay for it since he was simply on bed rest, but the family wanted Andrew as comfortable as possible. They weren't rich, but this extra money seemed very much worth it for Andrew who fully appreciated it, especially the sponge baths. The nurse was a woman of about 60 and not terribly attractive, but she was a female and was touching his junk, no matter how non-romantically it was. Andrew was very happy he didn't ever pop a boner during these sessions. It felt wonderful none-the-less, especially where he was not that experienced with girls, as previously mentioned.
One day Lydia, Andrew's sister was about to pop into the room to say "HI" when she spotted through the ajar door, Ms. Blofeld the nurse cleaning up Andrew. Lydia stood in the hall and watched; praying no one else would come into the hall and see her watching. She was fascinated by Andrew's penis. She had only seen a few in some DVD's and magazines that the girls at school would pass around. This one was live and in person.
Lydia was a freshman at Wellworth College, an all women's college 80 miles away. She had gone to an all girls high school before hand, so her experience with men was actually less than Andrew's had been with girls. A few of her classmates at school fit the horrible stereotype of an all girls school (being a bit 'loose') but the vast majority had been pretty straight laced, dull, some might say. Her college was essentially the same but Lydia was happy with that. She knew when the time was right; she'd find the right guy and then fully explore her sexuality. But there was something about the magazines and DVD's that did strike a chord and her curiosity DID from time to time overwhelm her.
Now, here she was in the hall, seeing Andrew's penis being manipulated by this old woman and she was mesmerized. But, she was also nervous and decided to move on. She went to her room. She closed the door. She took out a notebook and a pen and began to draw penises. Some were drawn well, some not so well. Some were hard some were limp. Having never seen one in person up until now, and this one had been not the best view (through a crack in the door, several feet away and such) she based her drawings on what she had seen in the things at school. Lydia developed a fascination, not lust, just sort of the way people study other things like geography, or bugs, or history.
Lydia went on the internet and discovered that Wikipedia had a wealth of knowledge on penises and plenty of pictures, both photographs and illustrations. Lydia was in full research mode and each bit of information she got, she needed more. She also found that certain websites had amateur pornography. She had been told about this stuff, but until now, hadn't really cared.
Lydia was also starting to wonder; why in the hell did this obsession suddenly manifest itself after just one look at Andrew's member?
Being home for Christmas break was wonderful, even if Andrew was laid up and in pain. He had missed Christmas dinner and the whole family was going over to Cousin Freddie's house for New Years. Mom, Dad, Brother John and Sister Edwina were all going, but sadly, Andrew was stuck in bed. He wished them well and said he might celebrate with an extra oxy, which lead Dad to lecture him on being careful with drugs and that no son of his would be some drugged out street bum. Andrew lied and said he was kidding. Dad was satisfied though he suspected Andrew just might follow through on the pill.
There had been some back and forth about any of them going, but Andrew insisted. He'd watch the ball drop in his room, if he was awake and would just pray for the New Year to be better than the last few weeks.
Lydia suddenly had a thought. She volunteered to stay behind to tend to Andrew. She said, with some truth, that Aunt Dagmar was a bit of a pill and Lydia would be thrilled to NOT bring in the New Year with her and her obnoxious daughter Leticia. The family thought it was a kind gesture and Andrew was quietly overjoyed to have someone with him for the night. He and Lydia had always been close so, as painful as the night might be, it would be at least somewhat enjoyable and not lonely.
The family left and Andrew and Lydia said adieu. Lydia got a chair from her room and put on the TV. She also took off her shoes and socks and got comfortable. Andrew smiled at her.
"Lydia, this is really nice of you. I think it'll be a fun night."
"I hope so, but then again, if I get to spend some alone time with you and NO time with Dagmar and Leticia, it's ALL good," Lydia replied and both chuckled, though Andrew winced as he did.
They began to watch the show that Dick Clark used to host, though they were not overly familiar with Dick Clark. They were enjoying the music and talking all about their favorite performers when Andrew said, "Hey, what say you go down stairs to the cellar and grab a couple of beers. It's NEW YEARS EVE and everyone drinks, why not us?"
"I'm not sure you should, what with the meds you're on," replied Lydia.
Andrew sighed and said, "I'm not taking the Oxy. I'm sticking with the ibuprofen. Beer might help ease the pain."
Lydia didn't drink much, occasionally a glass or three of wine with her friends at school and she had enjoyed beer on two occasions so, she felt she may as well. She agreed and went down to the cellar where Dad kept his 'stash' and grabbed two bottles.
When she returned, she showed Andrew the two 40 oz. bottles of malt liquor. Andrew was expecting regular beer and was tickled pink that this 'fortified beer', as Dad called it was brought to him.
"That's AWESOME Lydia, it's better than beer."
"It IS beer, isn't it?" asked a perplexed Lydia.
Andrew gave a quick explanation of the difference of beer and malt liquor, basically simply saying, it was stronger. Lydia accepted this and giggled. Then she went and got a couple of glasses from the kitchen. Upon her return, she poured them each a glassful. Andrew had, with a touch of difficulty, shifted up a bit on the bed so as to not risk spilling the alcohol. Lydia sat by his side and they clinked glasses and each took a gulp.
The cool beverage tasted a little better than Lydia expected. It slid down her throat a tad roughly due to the carbonation, but as it enveloped her tongue it caused her to smile. Andrew on the other hand chugged half of it in seconds then belched, rather loudly. It caused Lydia to laugh, grateful that she didn't have any in her mouth as it would have certainly caused a classic spit take. She then refilled his glass.
