Thanks to all readers and SH fans for sticking with Curly this time... I hope you all had a good 2010 prelude...

Warning: graphic description of a "love" scene. If the topic offends you, just skip this chapter. It won't prevent understanding the rest of the story.

I hope you'll enjoy reading on...

Chapter 9

How can I describe that the world collapsed and yet I was reborn at the same time?

It felt like St Andreas fault had suddenly expanded towards New York State and shattered all my barriers. I felt like a newborn in a world of splendor where anything is possible and a future of infinite opportunities has opened in front of me.

After an exquisite dinner where she made me discover new savors and textures, Alexandra guided me to the bedroom where I was supposed to spend the night; she had told me she would sleep in the guest bedroom, because that one was too small for me to move around with the chair.

She also went for a shower but I must have dozed off and lost track of time for, when she came back, I thought she was coming to check everything was all right. Suddenly I had a vision of a brunette angel dressed in a simple but elegant silky white night dress, her hair still wet.

If my legs had been operational, I would have run away fast, even though I thought she was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen.

But I was stuck there, lying down, helpless, prisoner of my handicap and, above all, of my fears. How could I ever go through this? It felt like the first time. I did not know what to do anymore.

She sat beside me. She did not look me in the eye. She was looking at my body. My chest. My arms. She gently pulled the sheet down so slowly that I did not dare to move an inch. Instead I closed my eyes and let her fingers run over my skin. Then I felt her body next to me and she put an arm across my chest, still caressing my skin. I was shivering all over.

"Alex... I... don't..." I said, opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling.

"Shhh... Don't say a word." she whispered in an almost inaudible voice. "Close your eyes."

The tender stroke went on and on until I felt the urge to take her hand and kiss her palm. I became addicted to the sweet smell of her skin, to the pleasure she was giving me, to the touch that was awakening all my senses, long buried like a distant memory. I felt as though I was becoming dependent on that gentle touch and I felt so helpless not to be able to respond as the lover I wanted to be in that precious instant.

She delivered my body from the sheet which fell to the floor and knelt next to me on the bed. I did not dare to touch her at first, but then the tip of my fingers slowly started to explore her skin, her breasts underneath the white silk, her shoulders, down to her belly. She very slowly took off her night dress and offered her beautiful nude body to my hungry eyes.

I must have passed into another dimension.

The night was like a dream filled with heady perfumes and tastes when I started to explore every single inch of her freely and lovingly offered body. I learnt how to let my hands and my mouth give all the love she could take from me. The night was suddenly mine and hers. The love was embracing our very hearts into a single synchronized momentum of perfect union until she arched and offered me the most beautiful gift she could give me.

She let her body rest on mine and started to tremble all over. I put my arms around her, reassuring her and kissing her hair. When she raised herself a little later, she sat on my hips and she resumed caressing my chest. I could have died there and then; heaven had been brought to me after months of hell.

I started to cry. She gently put her fingers on my cheeks to caress the tears away and gave me the most tender look which could have been the last thing I wanted to see before dying.

"Thank you." She said. Her voice was as light as a butterfly wing.

I went on crying and started to shiver myself.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Alex...I... wanted to... don't know."

"Shhh, it's okay."

"But..."

"Let it go." her voice is just an imperceptible brush of fresh air on my skin.

Without letting me voice what could not come from my throat anyway, she started to caress me again. Their was a lot of magic in her fingers as they wandered over my skin. When they reached my manhood, I tried to grab her hand because I did not want to be aware of her caress on that place and yet feel nothing. But she was persistent and her fingers went on with their investigation. I had the vision of what I used to be and what used to please the girls. Now I felt like a broken puppet. My strings had been cut. I had been emptied out. My batteries had been discharged.

I did not want to go through this, but she started to kiss the places she had just been caressing. It was like some strange torture, but without the pain; the torture was in my head and that was even worse. She did not kiss for long and instead let her body rest on mine and I could feel her breasts and belly pressing against my own shivering body. I put my arms around her and held her so tight, like I was never gonna let her go. I stopped shivering and felt secure at last. I could feel her breath on my neck and I kissed her ear before I found the courage to say I was sorry.

"Sorry? You will never be sorry again, David." she whispered.

"But... I wanted... so much..."

"Will is not power. I feel so good in your arms, I feel like a woman, David. Thank you for that."

"Alex..."

"I could feel your skin shivering. Does that mean you enjoyed my caresses?"

"Oh yes..." I whispered back.

Then suddenly, feeling her body pressed on mine made me want to love her more, the way a man loves a woman, I wanted to possess her, please her, fill her with all the love I felt for her. My thoughts went right down to my cock and I could almost imagine it was awakening and preparing for celebration. But it was just a cruel and bitter illusion.

Or was it? Would my thoughts be powerful enough to make it rise?

Forget it David, you're dreaming, man!

Then, why did I feel a sudden almost imperceptible but real itching there?

I gasped.

She must have thought I was in pain for she raised her head, let her body slide to my side and looked at me worryingly.

"Dave, what's the matter? Are you okay?"

"Alex..." I could not speak, I tried to swallow and remember the sensation I had just experienced.

Now she was looking genuinely worried and sat next to me, preparing for an emergency scenario. I needed to reassure her but first I wanted to ascertain whether what I had just felt was real or not.

"I... I just felt... something..."

Her eyes were questioning.

"There." I whispered, putting my hand down my belly.

She looked me in the eyes, then she looked down, then in the eyes again and smiled.

"See, anything can happen when you put your mind to it."

"My mind does not have anything to do with it! I'm not supposed to feel. I was broken, left senseless. My spine..."

"Dave, forget about medical explanation: your miracle doctor told you there were good chances of recovery, he did not tell you when... but seems it's happening. Okay, let's not rush here, tomorrow we'll go back to the hospital and plan for some tests."

"And what if it was just an echo and it's really broken?"

Her eyes were now gazing at me intensively as if penetrating the depths of my soul.

"What if? My feelings for you stay the same, Dave. I told you; for what you are, not what you do. Though I must confess you did it so well!! Hmmm, it was rrreal good, babe." she said, stretching like a content feline and lying back against my body.

She soon fell asleep next to me. I had a sudden and irrepressible impulse to thank God for the gift I had just been given, for the woman lying by my side, for whatever improvement could show up, for what He had in store for me in the future. I had given that woman the pleasure she wanted, she made me feel like a man in such a different way that it was kinda of a revolution in my head. And now, thanks to the way I felt for her, she may have reignited the spark I needed to get my body to react. I should have been thankful.

Then why was I feeling something bad was prowling in the dark, waiting to strike?

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/tbc/