“Ollie, I owe you an explanation about yesterday. Again, I’m so sorry for that. Sometimes I get flashbacks but first, let me explain.”
Then she goes about telling me about her last relationship and howhe,she refused to use a name, kept saying she wouldn’t make it personal. The story was hard to hear though I had to, to better understand her. So are the many types of abuse out there and this slip of a woman seemed to suffer through most of them. Explaining that she had gone through a really rough period when her gynecologist told her she had located some pre-cancerous cells in her uterine wall. After a D&C and a rotation of radiation, her doctor told her that there was no way to know for sure if she would be able to get pregnant or carry full term. The doctor did say all the tests looked good, showing that she should be able to have a family, but nothing was guaranteed. You know wait and see game. Pixie explained she was engaged to be married to the man who was abusing her and when, heartbroken by the diagnosis, she told him, he lost his mind. He told her he wanted kids to keep his family name alive and if she couldn’t have them for him, what goddamn use was she. He had been calling her his broodmare but then he got nasty.
One particular rainy day, Pixie came home after a really hard treatment, and he was there drunk as a skunk. One thing led to another, and not only did he crack her head open with the bottle of whiskey, but he pushed her down their staircase, leaving her to die. He drove away but never came back. He hit a semi and died instantly, and when the sheriff deputies came to inform Paisley, they found her unconscious in her own blood. She was in a coma for five days and fought tooth and nail to regain everything she lost to him.
I can’t take my eyes from her as she finishes and drops her head.
“Pixie, come here. Please, Paisley, come here now.”
Slowly she stands up and walks toward me. When within my reach, I pull her down to my lap, wrapping her up in my arms. I don’t feel it at first, but then the subtle shaking and crying that turns to sobbing and ends in a loud keening. All I can do is hold her, so I do and give her time. I can feel when she is spent and everything is out because I feel her wiping her face on her shirt before lifting her head to look up at me.
“Damn it, Ollie all I ever do is cry around you, I’m sorry.”
Before another word comes out to thank me for listening, I lift her head slowly, so she knows my intention, lean down my lips on a direct path to hers. Gently at first, until I have her with me, then it becomes more about passion than comfort. She is the one to open her lips and draw me in farther. I can feel my cock lengthen and get hard right before Pixie shifts and moans right into my mouth. Oh my God, I need to slow this down before it ends before we really even start.
“Goddamn, girl, you’re killing me. But gotta get this out there. You aren’t at fault for his mistakes. Don’t take that on because it will drown you. Learn from that mistake and move forward. I don’t know what this is between us, Pixie, but I enjoy being around and with you.”
Watching every word I say, she waits then gets off my lap and starts to walk down the hallway, looking over her shoulder.Well, hot damn, I think to myself before I follow her to what I’m thinking and hoping is her bedroom. The thought ofThank God the hallway is wide enoughwhizzes through my brain as I watch Paisley enter a room and go right to a large bed, sitting on the edge. Now, this is gonna be the hard part because I’ll need to transfer. I do it at the beach home all the time, but this is different, I don’t want to appear weak. Wheeling directly to her, she leans in and locks my chair, raising the footrests out of the way. Then she stands off to the side of me and waits until I manage to stand on my one foot first, then the other, using both arms to stabilize myself. I turn, still hanging on, until my back is right at the edge of the bed. That’s when Pixie unlocks the chair, moves it closer, and holding on to it I gently and carefully lower my ass to the bed. Damn, I made it. Pixie wheels the chair out of the way, and I pull myself up on my elbows the rest of the way up. By the time I hit her pillows, I’m fucking exhausted and thinking about a nap. Well, that is until my little Pixie kneels on the bed and crawls up beside me, a sultry smile on her face. Life comes immediately back into my body, especially one area that is on its way to getting hard.