This happened when I was 28. It was the end of the summer and before grad school started up again, I’d gone to visit an old friend in San Francisco. I soon realized he hadn’t matured at all; that first evening there, he ditched me for a work event he had to attend, after which he got blackout drunk and fell and hurt his leg, which sent him to the E.R early the following morning. I gave him a hard time about it and also wondered, *oh god is the entire trip going to be like this?*
The opportunity to kinda-sorta get him back arose a couple nights later when we were drinking at a bar near his apartment and I noticed a short women with curly black hair, a sweet, pale face, a large nose, and a crutch beside her, talking with several other people but stealing glances at me. My friend mentioned her and I went to talk to her. Her name was Rachel. She had a broken leg from a skiing accident (where did she go skiing in the summer I do not know, and did not stop to think about). I would also learn that she was a nurse who made six figures and lived with her sister. The two women she was chatting with were not even people she knew, I came to realize; she was there alone. I told her I had to head back to my friend’s apartment but that MAYBE I’d see her later.
Walking back to the apartment – it was really just to drop off my messenger bag – my friend suggested I go back to the bar and talk with her some more. I dropped my bag off at his place and left him to play videogames and watch X-Files reruns. I returned to the bar, tapped Rachel on the shoulder, and when she turned around her face lit up a little. She was in fact excited to see me. So far, so good.
About an hour and a lot of drinking and flirtation later…
I was in the bathroom, taking a break from making out with Rachel in our bar stools, and I texted my friend that I was taking her back to his place. My vision was to either fuck her in the bathroom while he pretended not to hear, or to sort of drive him out of his own apartment with the force of our lust in the air…lol. He surprised me and said he’d be over at his buddy’s place nearby; the apartment was all ours. I returned to Rachel and relayed it all to her, my hand on her leg, looking in her eyes. As we walked up the hill (San Fran is all hills, as some of you may know), I watched her swinging her crutches and using just one foot and hoped she wouldn’t go rolling down the hill or that I wouldn’t have to start carrying her or something. My fears were assuaged by the fact that she was a grown ass woman and could take care of herself.
We took the elevator up and I pulled her close to me as soon as we walked in the door. We kissed and undressed. I slid my hand in her panties and caressed her mound and she panted. She asked me,
“Couch or bed?”
I wish I’d just said bed. I said couch, where I’d been sleeping. She lay down buck naked and removed her cast and asked me to just be careful of her leg. I went down on her for a long while. I spread her legs and curled my tongue up and down her labia and she grabbed my hair with one hand. At some point she said that she wanted to kiss me and nudged me up to her face. I kissed her long and hard, with her own juices in my mouth, and went back down on her.
That ended, and I asked if she was on birth control. If I’m being honest, I had no qualms about raw dogging strangers, and had actually done so a few days before leaving on this trip. She said no and that I’d better have a condom. That I did! I always pack only the essentials. I fished it out of my suitcase and rolled it on and climbed on the couch…and in a few minutes I was going slow and steady, her arms were around me, and I was focusing on the dark screen of the television because I get tired of looking into the faces of people I’m fucking the entire time, and anyway her eyes were shut and it made no difference to her. As soon as I started watching the blank T.V, in fact, she escalated her moaning by a register and I wondered what was so sexy about me watching T.V while inside her…
I whispered in her ear,
“Do you like it rough?”
She said,
“Yeah…I love it…r…”
She did not quite finish the sentence. I said,
“I’m gonna fuck you harder.”
So as I mentioned earlier: this woman’s leg was incapacitated. I was supposed to be being “careful.” And yet here I was, introducing some rough stuff, with her permission. She, too, had stopped thinking about her leg, it seemed.
I moved fast, looking in to her face again, watching her scrunch up her nose. I heard a noise to my right and, looking over, saw her grabbing at the couch cushion with her left hand…tugging at the fabric and releasing it, while making pleasure noises. I held on to the armrest, where she rested her head, for leverage as I pumped away. I felt quite the tingling throughout my cock, and felt her getting tighter (or rather, the latex hugging in), and felt her arms hugging me tighter, and saw her arching her head back a little farther, and I felt momentarily cheated that she wasn’t looking right at me at this moment. I told her,
“Look into my eyes when you cum.”
She responded,
“I AM…cumming…”
And then the most extraordinary thing happened. First I felt her right leg (her good leg) brush against me and arc up a little. Then I felt her other leg do the same. It was more fitful and didn’t go as high, but this was her broken leg, yo!
A broken leg healed through the power of sex!
I grunted and came. I kept moving as long as I could until I collapsed on top of her and there we both were, sweaty, catching our breath, silly, floppy one-night-standers.
I pulled out and the condom was still inside her. She fished it out and I flushed it down the toilet, thereby ruining San Francisco’s water supply even further. Rachel and I exchanged numbers and talked for just a but. She said she’d be driving home now and we kissed and she left, seeming quite happy, as was I. My friend called to ask if she was spending the night and I told him the coast was clear.
I texted with Rachel now and then afterwards, but never saw her again. I woke up the next morning with the taste of her still in my mouth. I lorded the experience over my friend, who only seemed to hook up with girls who he met on the Internet. We had a good time, though. We walked across the Golden Gate Bridge, explored Chinatown, all that good stuff. I would dare say our friendship was solidified.
So: if you and a buddy are going through a rough patch, bang a nurse (preferably one with a broken leg) on his couch and all will well!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zzz9q6/fun_with_a_brokenlegged_nurse_on_my_friends_couch