The Orgasm That Un-Broke A Leg

I went to San Francisco in late summer 2015, to visit a friend. I was in grad school and going through a phase where I was Mister Slutty Man. Perhaps you know the guy. I hadn't seen Ben, my friend, for a couple years. We met up at the train station. I quickly realized that nothing had changed about him. The first night there he went to a work even with a bunch of colleagues - a sports game, I couldn't go because they only had so many tickets- while I hung around his booshy studio apartment. The hours passed. He didn't return. I did make a trip to Telegraph Hill during this time. At some point he called me drunkenly and asked where I was. Then hung up. Eventually, really late at night, he got home, completely drunk, with a hammer in his pocket. No idea where he'd gotten it from. He did not know either. He'd hurt his leg somehow. Early the next morning he went to the E.R because of it. So like I said, he hadn't changed. Had become more himself if anything. I thought, oh jeez, the whole trip will be like this, won't it?

Ben also boasted about the various girls he was hooking up with. He met them all via different apps, some of which I'd never heard of, or sounded completely absurd. Coffee Meets Bagel. How About We. Also more common stuff like Tinder and OkCupid. The fact that I'd fucked some rando I met on Tinder myself about two days prior to this trip notwithstanding, I also wanted to get laid, and was determined to get revenge on him for his shenanigans.

So it came to pass that we were in a bar near his apartment one night and I noticed a woman glance and smile at me as I got us beers. We sat and drank and Ben mentioned that she was still looking over towards me. I went over and talked to her. She was with a couple women who I assumed were her friends, but eventually I realized she didn't know them. She was by herself. Her name was Rachel. She was a nurse in the city. She had long curly black hair and a sort of stubbly nose and big cheeks. A sweet face overall. Also very short. But I didn't think much of it. We bantered a bit. Then I finished my beer and I told her maybe I'd be back, maybe not. Just a lead on. Ben and I left.

Ben told me I should go back to the bar and talk to her more, which I'd already decided to do. So after I dropped my messenger bag off in his apartment, I moseyed back to this bar. Rachel was speaking to one of these pretend-friends when I got back in. I tapped her on the shoulder. She seemed genuinely surprised and happy to see me. This was off to a good start. I sat down and said hi to one of the women she was socializing with. This woman was being stood up by a date. I made some cruel joke about her situation, which pissed her off, but Rachel did not seem to care. This other woman left shortly after.

Rachel was from Maryland, had gone to school in Wisconsin, wound up here because her sister lived here. She lived with her sister and her sister's baby. She said I seemed like an only child. She was far from the first person to say that. I told her how I felt about people thinking that, but not without sustaining a certain amount of grinning about it. We drank, I bought us more drinks. I gradually moved closer to her. Eventually broached physical contact. I believe it was me toucher her shoulder and looking in her eyes while making a point. She allowed it. Later I set my hand on her leg.

I should say that one leg was broken in a skiiing accident. Where the hell does one ski in August, I don't know. But she had a crutch leaning on the bar and said that was the reason. And she was short. How interesting.

At some point I downed the rest of my beer and told her I was going to do two things. One, I would kiss her. I did so and she reciprocated. We smooched at the bar for a while. Then I said I was going to the bathroom. While taking a leak I messaged Ben that I was probably going back to his place with Rachel. To my somewhat surprise, he said he'd be nearby at his friend's apartment. Here I was thinking I was going to fuck this nurse in the same room while he pretended to watch X Files or something.

I went back to Rachel and we agreed to go to Ben's apartment, much closer than her sister's place. While walking there with her I finally realized something. She wasn't simply short. She was a midget. She walked with her crutch for support. I hoped I wouldn't have to start, like, carrying her. It was cool, she managed. We got upstairs and entered Ben's unlocked apartment and held each other close, making out, feeling each other up. I got her undressed and she took my shirt off and I unclasped her bra and chucked it in to some nether region of the room. I massaged her mound with my hand on her underwear and she tilted her head and made certain sounds.

She asked, "Couch or bed?" Here's the one tiny regret I have. I didn't say bed. I just couldn't quite go that far in my vengeance. We went to the couch, where I'd been sleeping anyway, and she laid down, buck naked, and I, shirtless but with erection-pumped boxers, lay down and kissed her on the mouth, the neck, her tits, her stomach, until my legs were dr**ed across the other end of the couch and my head had dipped between her legs. I had her like that for a while, just exploring her at first, cascading my tongue around. Then I settled into more of a a groove. I slid a couple fingers inside her and worked her that way while licking above. She grabbed at my head and threaded her fingers through my hair. She bent one arm backwards and grabbed at the armrest. At one point she breathed, "I want to kiss you." And she guided my head and my shiny, coated lips up to her mouth, which I kissed. Girls don't care if you go down on them and kiss them. Guys care. This is an unchanging thing about the sexes. I finished kissing and went back to pleasuring her.

When I felt like she was probably at a point of wanting me badly enough, I withdrew my face and asked if she took birth control. Because I hated condoms and had no reservations about raw dogging strangers. She said no, I'd better have a condom. That I did. She took off her cast and reminded me to be careful with her leg. I wasn't sure if that would pan out. I put the condom on and climbed back on the couch and entered her. I sometimes went too fast too soon. I went steady and slowly for a while, our differences in height meaning that her face was alined with my collarbone while I thrust in deep. So I craned my head a little and looked in her eyes. Pretty soon she closed them, and scrunched up her nose and left her mouth parted. Lost in feeling. I couldn't keep looking at her the whole time, so I looked at the dark screen of Ben's wide screen T.V. Apparently that was sexy or she was wanted my attention again, because her moans turned up to more of a falsetto and she tightened her arms on my back.

I looked back at her and asked if she liked it rough. She said,
"Yes...(inhale) I love it...(exhale, inhale) rough..." I said,
"I'm going to fuck you harder."
I didn't really have to say it, since I already was. I moved faster and felt the couch sway. I watched her hand grasp at the couch cushion and realize and grab it again like it was my hair. I moved quicker still. I held the armrest for support. She held my back. I looked at her face as I thrust in, saw over the edge of the armrest, thrust out. I felt myself building up. I held off. She was making some serious passion sounds by now, and I was tired of her eyes being shut, so I told her,
"Look into my eyes when you cum."
She said,
"I AM...uh uh...cumming..."

And that's when the most miraculous thing happened. Well first I gave her twenty or thirty seconds of really fast pounding. Then I felt her good leg brush against my waist and kick in to the air. A sort of viva-revolucion kick. I looked over my shoulder and saw her leg upraised - that's how I know. Then I felt her other leg raise up against my waist. Her broken leg. The one she asked me to be careful with.

It had been brought to life. The leg that was brought to life via orgasm.

Rachel squeezed me with her hands and I got off. Slowed down gradually. Collapsed on top of her. We lay there, sweaty and catching our breath. When I pulled out, there was not a condom to be found on my cock. I mentioned it and she fished inside her vag and yanked it out. I flushed it down the toilet, which I know you're not supposed to do, sorry San Francisco water supply.

We talked a little. She mentioned she couldn't have babies so she wasn't worried about the condom coming off, or if I'd cum in her at all. I asked her why she couldn't get pregnant. She thought for a moment and said, "TMI." I got her number and we kissed and she left with some vague promise that we could meet again in Chicago (where I'm from) when she visited her brother there. Ben called almost right after this to ask if she was staying the night. I still tasted her labia in my mouth when I woke up the next morning.

Rachel and I texted some more, but I kind of knew I'd never see her again. But I had a good time for the rest of my trip. I lorded my conquest over Ben's head pretty hard. I felt quite great about the fact that I'd hooked up without any help from the internet, thank you. We visited the Golden Gate Bridge, Marin County. We had a good time together. Our friendship was solidified.