Age Difference Aside, I Grew Up In Her Arms

Following a car accident when I was 16 I was home bound for months. Next door to us lived a nurse who checked in on me every day. I lost 30 pounds and muscle mass, but my biggest problem was boredom. On one of our neighbors checks, I was somewhat mobile with help but still bed bound. She checked me very carefully and stuck her hand under the sheets and manipulated my clitoris and got me to orgasm. She leaned over and kissed me.

From then on she took care of me that way a couple of days a week. Her kiss became very tender and wet, always right after I orgasmed. When I was in a wheel chair she took me out around the block. If we stopped at the neighborhood park, she sat beside me on the bench and held my hand. By then I was overwhelmed by my feelings telling her I loved her. She would bend down to fix my cost or my hair and tell me she loved me too, and if the coast was clear she would kiss me with the warmest softest kiss.

It was 9 months until I was able to return to school. By then my mother was worried at how attached to her I'd become. But I was so far gone in love I would express my love for her in front of my family, she'd respond that she loved me too and kiss my cheek. I still can't believe how blind my parents were. On a weekend when my parents went out of town for a wedding they left me next door with her. We made love, all the pent up energy and desire surfaced in totally inappropriate lovemaking for a girl my age. My head spun, I felt embarrassed, I was scared. I had to grow up, the accident should have made me grow up, but it was making love that did it.

I know that my age at the time was all wrong, but also not wrong. One day, you never know when, you have to grow up. I grew up in the arms of the person I loved.