Donna was happy to be home from work. "Another day another fifty cents after taxes", she muttered under her breath." She took out her keys and began to open the outside door to her apartment building. As she opened the door, her neighbor in the wheelchair was coming home from wherever he spent his days. She decided to wait for him and to hold the door knowing it was difficult for him to pull it open.

Donna waited for him to cruise up to the door and into the foyer. As they both stopped to check their mailboxes, Donna glanced sideways at him. He wasn't an unattractive man, but his condition, and the wheelchair, had kept her from getting to know him. For some reason, she decided to change that right now.

"So how was your day neighbor?" she asked smiling at him. She glanced down at her mail while waiting for his reply.

Jerome was arriving home from work. He worked in the accounts receivable department at his father's investment firm.

Jerome felt depressed because a gal at work had rejected him for a date. This was not uncommon. His disability was a turn off for most women. They generally looked at him as either a friend, or brother, or someone they could mother. Very few considered him dateable. The few that did were more interested in his condition than in him.

As he rolled down the street in his depressive funk, he saw Donna standing by the door, waiting for him. His mood brightened. Donna was a very pleasant lady and always smiled at him when they passed in the halls.

When she asked about his day, Jerome decided to take a shot. Pulling out his iPad, he replied using the voice app, and said "Fine, thanks for asking. Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? I don't want to go out, but don't want to be alone either. We could get to know each other better."

The words made Donna freeze. "Tonight, come over, I...I...don't know..."

Jerome knew that Donna found him intriguing, and not for his condition. She was kind enough to wait for him to respond. Most people got irritated when he took so long to answer even the simplest of questions. He typed on his iPad and pressed speak, "Come on, I have seen the way you have smiled at me. You know that you want to get to know me. Give me a shot."

"NO!" She exclaimed when the iPad fell silent.

Seeing his face at her harsh response she realized she needed to clarify her meaning. "You misunderstood. I was always taught that it's rude to visit someone empty-handed. I don't have anything I can bring over, but I can run to the store. What time should I be there?"

Jerome's iPad said, "Don't worry about it. You don't need to bring anything. How's 7ish?"

"I'll be there, with something." She smiles at him and started up the stairs.

Jerome rolled into his apartment and changed into a dress shirt, and a comfortable pair of jeans. Putting The Very Best of The Eagles on his sound system, he went into the kitchen humming along. He put a frozen Lasagna in the oven, and some sparkling grape juice on the table. Using his good china, and cloth napkins, he set the table for two. As a finishing touch, he put two new candles out and lit them.

Donna went to her apartment and dropped her stuff. She stripped off her work clothes and looked in her closet for something to wear. Shaking her head she felt betrayed by her wardrobe. 'Way too many work outfits, not enough casual outfits,' she thought to herself grimacing as she tried to figure out what to wear to dinner with a cute neighbor.

Settling on a pair of jean shorts that emphasized her shapely ass, and left her long legs bare. She slipped her feet into her favorite cowboy boots. Then she pulled on a pink spaghetti strap top with a white button-down blouse over it. She tied the ends of the under her breasts, to lift and expose a bit more cleavage. She smiled at her reflection, debating on wearing her cowboy hat. She decided to let her long wavy locks hang free, then grabbed her keys and wallet. She headed to the local grocer and bought a fresh dutch apple pie, some ice cream, and cool whip. She was three minutes late when she knocked on Jerome's door.

Jerome pulled open his door and looked her over not believing how sexy she looked in her outfit. "You look amazing," the iPad said as Jerome stared at her legs.

Remembering his manners, he took the desert from her and gestured for her to follow him. He wanted to show her how independent he was despite his condition.

Donna stepped into the apartment and looked around. "Did you do this yourself. I didn't know that you were able too... er uh... I mean that... that is..." Her face turned red when she realized that she sounded like she was talking to a small child.

"I always thought you had some help, but I guess you don't need any help. It's very nice," she said hoping she didn't sound as condescending as she felt saying it.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at him "Lasagna? Homemade or delivery?" she asked wondering how he knew it was one of her favorite foods.

"It's Stouffer's," Jerome admitted on his iPad. "Shall we sit down to eat?"

"Well... if it's Stouffers, it's got to be good." She giggles at her joke, then says "I'm guessing it's ready to eat, huh?"

Jerome didn't say anything during dinner. He concentrated on staying neat. He didn't want to look like an uncoordinated slob in front of her. He let his mind and his eyes wander over Donna's legs and the boots.

He remembered the night he was sitting by his window and she was going out. She had looked so damn sexy, in those boots, he had to masturbate as he watched her walk down the street.

When the lasagna was almost gone, Jerome got out his iPad and it asked "Any questions for me?"

"Well I don't want to sound rude, but I can't think of another way to put this. What is wrong with you?" She asked kindly.

"Nothing is wrong with me. I am healthy as a horse. I do have a condition called cerebral palsy that affects my legs, joints, and speech. I do have help a few mornings a week to help with some tasks I have trouble doing. Showering and certain housework. Otherwise, I'm pretty independent. Any more questions?" He asked not taking offense at the phrasing of her question.

"So all your bodily functions...function? Is there any treatment or way to lessen or reverse the effects or how it affects you?"

"I did have some therapy when I was young, but there's no treatment," he replies. "What do you mean by function?"

"Do you need any medical devices or help with biological functions. Like in the bathroom, or...bedroom?" Her face flushed red, and she turned her face away embarrassed. But she had often wondered how he dealt with tasks she took for granted.

"I do need help in the bathroom, sometimes. As for the bedroom...," his face flushes when he hears the iPad say what he typed, "...I don't have much experience. I have the desire, never had anything more than a pity blow job from my step sister. Except for this one time at a concert, a stoned chick thought it would be cool to blow the cripple."

Donna could see the anger and contempt he had for this woman who used him for her own selfish reasons. "Wow, that's umm okay, damn." She had no idea what to say. She could tell he didn't want pity. She pitied the shallow girl who never got to know Jerome as a person. 'Her loss my gain' she thought to herself.

Enjoying their conversation, she asked "When were you diagnosed? How long have you been in the chair?" leaning forward exposing a bit more of her cleavage to his gaze.

"I was born with cerebral palsy. I started using the chair in elementary school," he said without rancor. "I can tell there's something you're especially curious about. What is it," The iPad asks.

"I'm want to get to know you. We've been neighbors for years, and we've never talked. So, you've been in the wheelchair since you were a kid? That must have made school painful for you? Hell, I had braces in 7th grade and cried myself to sleep every night because of the teasing. I can't imagine what you went through." Donna says, trying to empathize with him.

Smiling, Jerome admitted, "It took me 14 years to get through college. Too many professors didn't know how to work with someone in a wheelchair."

Donna nods in sympathy, as she realized she was interrogating Jerome. She hadn't offered anything of herself in return. Sitting up straighter, she asks "Am I being rude? Interrogating you about your life without talking about mine? Do you have any questions?"

Jerome figured to the bold goes the victory, and only hesitated for a moment, "Are you dating anyone? If you are not, would you like to date me?"

"Well, there's this one guy I hook up with on occasion. It's somewhere between a booty call and friends with bennies. We aren't serious, and to be honest I'm getting a bit tired of him. So no, I'm not dating anyone. As for dating you, you'll have to ask me to find out."

"Can you at least tell me if you think I am attractive?"

"You answered my personal questions. I guess I don't have the right to refuse to answer yours." She paused to take a breath. "You're not unpleasant to look at." She said winking him, "As for how I thought about you... I've often wondered if you could enjoy life's carnal pleasures. I never thought of us...until tonight."

Jerome smiled at her admission and wondered how far she would go on a first date. He unbuttoned one more button on his shirt, and said, "I can please you if you give me a chance."

Her eyes widened at the turn of events. Donna found herself considering his offer. She had planned on calling her part-time lover, but his offer somehow sounded more fun. "Well should we have our dessert, or would you like some warm apple pie and cold ice cream topped with some cool whip?" She asked, teasingly.

Jerome looked at her and with a smile said "Define dessert?"

Walking over to his bookcase, she pulls out Webster's abridged dictionary. Finding the entry she was looking for, she walks over to Jerome and puts the book in front of him, pointing to:

des•sert /dəˈzərt/

noun

the sweet course eaten at the end of a meal.

His body was shaking in laughter as he used his iPad to say "Very funny! You know what I mean." Rolling away from the table he took a gamble and blatently unzipped his pants.

"Well, I guess it would be an interesting experience, to take a grown man's virginity in a wheelchair." She says standing up and untying the white blouse and letting it waft its way down to the floor. With only the pink tank top covering her breasts, she walks over to him and sat on his lap. "Can you take this off, or should I do it for you?"

Jerome had hoped to get a kiss goodnight and a second date. A handjob was the best-case scenario, this was...unexpected, but wonderful. He loved feeling Donna on his lap, but he got a bit nervous. Reaching for his iPad, he typed, "I was only kidding. We don't have to do this. I don't know if I'll be able to..."

"There's only one way to find out," Donna said and plastered her mouth against his. Her tongue probing into his mouth.

Jerome let her tongue take the lead since he had limited tongue movement. He loved how soft and moist her lips were. As they kissed, she pulled her top up exposing her breasts. Pulling her head back, Donna pulled her shirt off and offered her tits to Jerome.

His lips felt good on her tits. She hadn't realized how horny she was. It had been a few weeks since she had been with a man, and her need had been building. She needed this, as much as he did. Donna stood up, opened her shorts, and pushed them down her legs. She kicked off her boots and stepped out of her shorts, leaving herself naked.

She was about to lower herself onto Jerome but paused to let him slide his pants off. She was inclined to help, but she realized that Jerome prized independence. She stood there ready to help if asked. Once his pants were off, Donna started rubbing her damp pussy on his hardening shaft.

Jerome was more than ready for this to happen, but he didn't want to disappoint her. He worried about his size, his stamina, and that he would fail to please her. "Let's go to my bedroom," the iPad intoned, as Donna rubbed herself on him.

"What's wrong with right here?" Donna asks sliding her body back closer to him. His cock sprang up between her legs and she took it in her hand, happy to see he was already pretty hard. She lowered herself onto his shaft and began to slide up and down on his cock.

As his dick got harder, and she got wetter she started bouncing faster and getting into a good rhythm. Grabbing his hands she put them on her breasts and held them there.

Jerome had a reason to want to use his bedroom. But the exquisite feeling of his cock in pussy for the first time belied his arguments. The feeling of her wet warm tight pussy enveloping his cock was amazing. It was better than what he imagined when he stroked himself as he watched her walk in her sexy boots. He prayed that he would last long enough to give her as much pleasure as she had already given him.

A light sheen of sweat started to form on her body as she said, "Oh God baby I can't wait till you fill my wet cunt with your cum."

Jerome freed one of his hands from her breasts and signaled that he wanted her to turn around. Donna stood up letting his shiny hard dick slip out of her body. Turning around she worked her legs into the wheelchair and took his shaft back into her.

Putting her hands onto the armrests she used them to lift herself up and then ease back down. Pulling his head to her right breast she fed her nipple to him.

Jerome was loving Donna's take control attitude, and how she forced him to suck her tits. He was getting close and he was fighting to hold his impending ejaculation back. he pulled his mouth off her nipple and puckered his lips hoping she would get the message.

Donna leaned down and put her lips against his, biting his lower lip as she felt him start to quiver inside her.

Jerome moaned as his cock exploded inside her, his cum blasting free of his dick and flooding into her. When his orgasm, ended, Jerome wondered how it felt when a man shot his load into a woman.

Donna released his lip, and using the muscles in her pussy she milked every drop of cum out of him. When she had caught her breath, she looked Jerome in the eyes, "Well that was fast." she said to him.

Jerome's face fell when he heard her words, and he turned his head away from her. It took Donna a few seconds to realize what she had said.

"Dammit, I did it again!" Grabbing his face in her hands she forced him to look at her. "Oh Jerome," she says kissing him. I didn't mean it like that. I only meant that we went from 'have dinner with me' to 'fill me with your cum' a bit fast. Faster than I usually do. It's kinda making me feel a bit uncomfortable," she admitted to him.

Jerome grabs the iPad, "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I could have told you to stop. I am the only one to blame here. I have been lusting for you since I first saw you when you moved in."

Standing up, she grabbed a blanket off the back of a chair and wrapped herself in it. "I'm not blaming you. I'm a big girl. I could've said no. I was the one who took my clothes off. You have nothing to feel bad about. I've never acted like such a slut, especially with a guy I like. I don't know what came over me." She shook her head, "We don't know each, hell we only started to have a friendship, and we did that." She sat down and crosses her legs. "I hate to be a cliche, but I do want you to respect me. Especially if there's something between us. I'm tired of being someone's booty call or a friend with bennies. I want a relationship."

On his iPad, Jerome said, "I never thought of you as a slut. What we did tonight was the best gift anyone has ever given me. There are no words to express how I appreciate what you did for me. You seem to need something in your life, and I want to fill that need. I know you'll fill the emptiness in mine."

She smiles at his words. Taking a deep breath she tosses the blanket aside, exposing her sweaty, naked body. "Well, I guess in for a penny in for a pound. You said something about a bedroom earlier?"

Jerome made a follow me gesture, and rolled to his bedroom.

Gesturing with his hands he told Donna to lay down in his bed. Once she had done so, he transferred himself to the bed from his chair. Grabbing the headboard, he raised his body above hers. Using the custom headboard, he was able to guide himself into her and began to thrust into her. Donna groaned in pleasure and wrapped her legs around his back, welcoming him into her. He was doing all out thrusting into her encouraged by her moans and gasps as she met his thrust with her own.

"Fuck me real good baby. Bang me hard and make me cum," Donna gasped out as their groins slapped together.

Jerome slammed his hips into Donna as hard as he could, wanting to prove he was as good a lover as anyone she'd had before. He needed to show her he was a man. All man. He paused to check on Donna, he saw her breasts heaving, sweat glistening, and eyes begging him to continue.

Donna began rocking and gyrating her hips, determined to get there first this time. Her hands grabbed the sheets, as he pumped into her, both of them savoring every thrust.

Donna held his shoulder with one hand to offer added support, while she rubbed her clit like mad. Jerome feared she felt miffed about not getting to cum the first time. 'My God, I'm gonna make her cum, if it kills me' he thought to himself while drilling her hard! Donna was moaning and panting in pleasure from the rough fucking.

Donna couldn't believe this was the same man who was so passive their first time. She enjoyed their lovemaking, but this...this was pure fucking. Bodies slamming together, grunts, and moans filled the room.

Hearing her moans of pleasure, only served to make Jerome grow thicker and harder in Donna's twat. He moaned in delight, as he felt a spasm building. Despite that, he kept going full force, drilling his cock into her.

"OHH baby so good, so fucking good. Pound my wet twat. fuck me silly." Donna moaned encouraging him as she got close to her first climax of the evening.

Jerome's spams grew worse, but he wanted, nay he needed to continue. Donna pulled her hand from her clit and supported him with both hands so he could fuck her with even more vigor. Her pussy tightened on his wet slick cock.

"Yes baby, drive that monster into me. Fill me with your cum." She started to breathe heavy and she shuddered each time a drop of sweat fell off his body and landed on her.

He could tell she was close, he was going to make a woman cum. the thought that he could do that sent a surge of pride through him. His legs start to shake with his ongoing efforts, but he refused to stop, to give in to his body's weakness. 'Keep fucking going Jerome,' he thought to himself.

Donna's hand returned to her clit when she sensed that Jerome was close to finishing for a second time. "So good baby, so fucking good," she moaned as she frigged herself trying to cum with him.

Jerome's legs trembled as his cock swelled inside her. He was trying to hold himself back until Donna got her release. Her eyes fluttered closed as the beginnings of her orgasm flowed through her body. Waves of pleasure emanated from the core of her being, driving her climax ever closer. Her orgasm exploded inside her, and she thrashed around, which made Jerome spill his seed into her.

After her climax subsided, she felt drained. She lay there next to Jerome and rested her head on his chest. Her breasts pressed into him, and she drifted into sleep. The future of their relationship uncertain, but for now, she felt sated.

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