Estella Rolls
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Beyond Friendship
🕑 Added 2025-03-25 11:00:10 +0000 UTCIt took him a full day of traveling to meet her. For years, she had felt like a friend, and he had tried to hide the part of him that wanted to be with her romantically. But now, something had changed.
Just last week, he had gone on a date with another paraplegic woman, but he hadn’t felt the connection he was searching for. He didn’t just want a girlfriend who shared his physical condition—he wanted intimacy, mutual interest, and someone with whom he could be himself. No bad attitudes, no pretending. He knew his sarcastic humor wasn’t for everyone, but he hoped to find someone who would accept that part of him.
He had dated quite a few women, but somehow, it never clicked mutually. Either she wasn’t right for him, or he wasn’t right for her.
Now, he had taken time off from his two jobs to make this wish come true.
"You are just perfect," he texted her. He had persuaded her to meet with him again. With her, he had learned to be honest, to share his desires without fear. If he had to name his best friend, it would be her.
She arrived at the hotel where he was staying. It was only the second time they had met in person. The first time, they had talked for hours, but he had been too nervous to ask for more. This time, he wanted to explore further. She had listened to his stories about dating and insecurities without judgment, making him feel comfortable and safe. Only then could he truly open up—without pressure, without expectations.
She met him at the elevator, and together, they went to his room. Their hug was warm, real. He was nervous again, smiling at her, his energy barely contained. The room wasn’t fully accessible for a wheelchair user, but it was spacious enough.
She took off her coat and asked about his travels and whether the hotel breakfast had been any good. Then, she removed her boots, revealing her slender legs and paralyzed feet through the sheer pantyhose. Her dress framed her delicate collarbones, a hint of cleavage peeking through.
"You look amazing," he said. "You're one of those rare people who look great online but even more beautiful in real life."
She blushed. "Thank you."
She transferred herself onto the bed, which was quite high. He watched her do it, then sat beside her. Taking her hand in his, he gazed into her eyes.
"I'm so happy to see you again."
She smiled. "Who would’ve thought you’d want to see me again? I figured you’d have found a nice girlfriend by now—you deserve that."
"I did find her," he said with a sarcastic smirk. "She just doesn’t want to be with me."
She leaned against him. "Well, I'm here now, and we have the whole day together. What would you like to do?"
He placed a hand on her thigh. "I want to kiss you… and just be with you. Enjoy your presence."
She placed her hand over his, looking at him as if debating something. Then, she turned away.
"It's too soon," she said softly. "I don’t know about that yet."
"Can we just lie down for a moment?" he asked, his voice almost pleading.
"Sure," she said, maneuvering herself onto the bed. But she lost her balance and fell backward with a small gasp.
He quickly lay down beside her, their bodies touching. He was eager; she could feel it.
"I’m sorry," he murmured. "I really need a hug. Can we?"
She opened her arms, and he rested his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat.
After a moment, she tried to sit up again. He helped her.
"Should I take off my pantyhose?" she asked.
He had told her before—he had dreamed of touching her bare legs. His answer was to gently pull them down for her.
Her bare legs were warm, but her feet were cold.
"Can I touch them?" he asked.
"Sure, you can warm them up too. A massage would be nice."
He sat at her feet, running his hands over them, rubbing gently.
"They need love," she murmured.
He held them, one at a time, in his hands, massaging the soft skin, playing with her toes. Her nails were painted white—just as he had hoped.
"What else would you like to do?" she asked.
He hesitated. She noticed.
"Would you like to kiss my toes?" she asked.
His cheeks flushed. "Can I?"
She nodded.
He brought her foot to his lips, kissing the sole first, then taking her big toe into his mouth, sucking gently. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. This was something he had dreamed about.
She watched him, amused and intrigued. When he finished with the left foot, he moved to the right, giving it the same attention, enjoying every second. His hands trailed up her calves, her knees, then parted her legs slightly as he kissed her thighs. So soft. So warm. He was in heaven.
Moving up, he placed his head in her lap. She ran her fingers through his hair.
"Can we do this all day?" he murmured.
She giggled.
After a few moments, he lay beside her, holding her hand, tracing his fingers up her arm, over her chest. He imagined how her breasts felt beneath her dress.
He kissed her shoulder, then her neck.
"Can I kiss you now?" he whispered.
She smirked. "Depends—are you any good with your tongue?"
With confidence, he replied, "I can show you how good I am."
He kissed her neck again, this time pressing his lips more firmly, letting his tongue tease her skin. She tilted her head slightly, enjoying it.
Then, she took his hand, guiding it to her breast. He squeezed gently, pulling down the top of her dress along with her bra. A single nipple peeked out.
He wasted no time, his mouth exploring, his tongue flicking over her sensitive skin. She let out a quiet moan, adjusting her dress to fully expose herself, letting him focus entirely on her.
His hand trailed lower, between her legs.
"Would you feel it if I touched you down there?" he asked.
"Only if done correctly," she admitted. "Would you want to try?"
"I'll do my very best," he promised.
He pushed her panties aside, his fingers tracing over her warm, wet folds. With one hand, he circled her clit, while his mouth continued to lavish her breasts.
She sighed, pushing her dress down further to expose more of her body to him.
"Can I put my finger inside you?" he whispered.
She closed her eyes and said, "As long as you tell me everything you do."
"You’re so tight… and warm," he murmured.
"Keep going," she urged.
And so he did.
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