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A Soldier's tale	By : Dragonlady Category: S through Z > The Sharpe Books Views: 2485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5
As I shower that evening before bed I think of how she felt today when she kissed me and how she felt in my arms the other day when she cried – so warm, so soft, she looked so beautiful – I felt the heat run through my body, something I thought I would never feel again. I look down at my arousal as the lather runs down my chest to my abs until it runs off my taut body.
I’m glad the shower door is locked and that nobody can walk in on me as I run my right hand down my body to the stiffness of my arousal -my other hand holding onto the chair.
As my hand wraps around my cock -the hardness slicked by the soap, I lean back slightly in the chair and close my eyes against the flow of water – thinking of Teresa and the times I’ve watched her beautiful curved body walking in front of me, her tiny waist and shapely legs, the light olive skin and long black hair; the feel of her lips on mine – I wish I could feel them again now.
I can hear my harsh breathing in the shower thankfully mostly drowned out by the running water I grit my teeth to contain my moans – how would Teresa’s hands feel on my body – how would her body feel under my touch – what sounds would she make, would she grip my body, hold my hair in her hands as I make love to her.
It’s weird; I can feel a sensation like my legs are shaking – all the way down to my toes which is strange considering I don’t have any.
My abs tighten further as I can feel myself getting close to the end – so close, suddenly the spasms overtake my body and I come violently – “Uh, Uhh, Uhhhh!” - coating myself and the shower wall in copious amounts of my white liquid; I sit back panting as I let the water wash my body and the walls until their clean again.
I turn the shower off before shifting myself from the shower-chair into my wheelchair that I have already sat a towel in – I wrap the towel around my lower body and unlock the door.
I towel dry my short dark blonde hair and then my tanned body – surprised that the tan hasn’t faded more from the amount of time I’ve been in the unit, before slipping on my shorts and T-shirt combo that I am used to sleeping in. When I do get to bed – for the first time in months I fall asleep easily and sleep right through until morning.
Over the next few weeks I see Teresa just a few times – once just after Matt’s funeral which she had been allowed to attend – it was so hard to see that desolate look on her face again. I have never wanted to hold her in my arms again as much as I did that day.
Finally my day has dawned – I am going home – it seems strange that I am not returning to my barracks but to an apartment which has been sorted out for me – I have learnt to live with my disability and now I have to get on with my new life.
I take a deep breath and say goodbye to everyone in the unit who has saved me from coming to a lonely and terrible end –the surgeon who saved me, the nurses who comforted me and changed my dressings every day, the physiotherapists who gave me my freedom in the gym, all of them.
I look for Teresa as I pick up my rucksack and load it onto my lap as I wheel myself from the ward and the unit that has been my home for months now; into the outside world, and as the Chrysler Voyager I have got to go home in pulls up – there she is – Teresa.
I wheel myself up to her –“Hello Lass.” I smile up at her.
“Hi Richard, so- it’s time for you to go home now.” She smiles back at me – but I’m sure as she does so - that I see a glint of sadness in her eyes.
She leans down and kisses my cheek; I hug her to me for just a moment – but to me it doesn’t feel like long enough.
As she draws away I pass her a piece of folded paper – “come to see me Teresa?”
“I will try Richard.” – I roll myself up the ramp in through the side door of the Chrysler, I get strapped in and as the door slides shut I wave goodbye to everyone – those who saved my life and the one who saved my heart.

Chapter 6
After a few weeks I am used to my new home – it’s different – but has some similarities to the unit; it’s all ramped, it has a wetroom and wide doorways to get my chair through and I’ve got a patio and a garden.
I get help twice a day paid for through my disability pension and it means I can get my washing done, and help with anything else that’s a bit awkward – it’s impossible to put washing on a line from this height!
I haven’t managed to get around the driving side of things yet – thank God for home delivery from the supermarket.
After unloading my shopping I am just finishing putting it away when my doorbell rings – I roll myself up to the door and open it to look up into the smiling face of Teresa.
“Hello Teresa – come in!”
“Hi Richard, how are things?”
“Good thanks; would you like a drop of tea?”
“Thank you Richard – I will.”
I roll my way through into the kitchen; my lowered surfaces making it easy to reach my taps and my kettle. Once I have my teapot out my cups out and everything up and going I roll into the living room.
“Take a seat,” I motion over to the sofa that has seen a few visitors since I came out of the unit; one of the guys remarks with great humour that I am ‘still alive but not kicking’ – I am so glad that someone else can see it from the side of humour instead of horror or pity.

I watch Teresa as she takes in the nice clean airy new living space that is my home.
“Won’t be long Lass, how’d you like your tea?”
“Nato standard please Richard.” I haven’t heard anyone use that expression for some time.
I happily make the tea and as it brews I collect the milk and sugar from the other kitchen unit – when it’s done I put 2 spoons of sugar and milk into Teresa’s cup and just milk into mine – I then place my lap tray down on my lap and wheel back into the living room before setting it down on the wooden coffee table.
I glance at Teresa and the look of happiness and appreciation of my new home and my adaptation to my new life is clear in her face.
“This is lovely Richard- I haven’t had a decent cup of tea all day!” She curls her legs up a little and I can’t help that my gaze is drawn to them.
She looks so beautiful –it would be so easy to fall in love with a woman like Teresa, olive skinned, dark haired, long limbed and with a smile that would chase away a cloudy day.
“You’re welcome Teresa, how are things with you?”
“Busy as always.”
We chat about things and its lovely to have her company – I’ve missed the company of a woman for a long time now.
“Would you like to see the rest of my new place while you’re here”?
“Thank you”.
I take her through my new home showing her around to my wetroom they have set up and to my bedroom now all decorated in shades of blue – a large double bed dominating the centre of the room.
“It’s a lovely place Richard; your colour scheme is really good”.
“It’s not perfect but, hey it’s better than the barracks”!
She laughs; it’s so good to hear her laugh.
“I’ll come back to see you again soon if you like Richard”?
“I certainly look forward to seeing you again soon”.
She smiles and kisses my cheek as she leaves - touching my cheek after she’s gone suddenly I can’t wait until I see her again – it’s like she’s never been away from me.
The following week has been so busy, I finally have got myself back behind the wheel of a car – and it scared the crap out of me! I’ve never been so nervous in my entire life – trying to drive a car with hand controls looks really hard if you’re not used to it. After I got through the first hour though; it was like I’d been driving this way for years – I finally have my freedom back.
By Saturday I have taken possession of my new Jeep and I feel great; coming back from my first rather hectic shopping expedition – I find a red car in the driveway and then I realise its Teresa.
I drop my window; “Hello Lass”!
Teresa looks around and a huge smile comes over her face as she sees me behind the wheel.
“Oh hello Richard, I love your new car – how are things going?”
“Just got it today and decided to go shopping – some crazy adventure that turned out to be!”
She laughs as she watches me lift my chair from the passenger side across me to the ground and then lower myself into it before settling into my chair with a grunt. I’m glad the adaptations team have got the whole thing sorted so I can get everything in and out singlehanded without a struggle.
“Would you like a hand with all your shopping?”
“I would thanks Teresa - that was quite an experience – I’ll never look at shopping the same way again!”
She laughs as she helps me bring the shopping into the house.
“Have you been busy today?”
“No; today is my day off I’m just thinking of what to get for my dinner.”
I’d love her company I think to myself silently; so I decide to ask Teresa, “Would you like to have dinner with me, I’d love the company?”
She smiles, “Do you know what; I’d love that Richard thank you.”
“You’re welcome lass, any preference - if you like Chinese, I cook a mean stir-fry?”
“Sounds wonderful.”
Within 20 minutes I’ve cooked and we’ve eaten a good Chinese meal with us both on my nice squashy sofa – feeling happy I ask her if she’d like to watch a film with me.
“Great, thank you.”
It’s lovely to sit beside her and have a beautiful girl for company – I haven’t had one for so long –I’ve missed her so much.
Part way through the film I realise I can feel Teresa leaning towards me – I glance around as her head falls onto my shoulder and I realise she’s fallen asleep, putting my arm around her shoulders I hold her close as she snuggles her face into the crook of my neck. Looking at her out of the corner of my eye, I realise how good it feels to have her body curled against mine like this.
Slowly I shift around until I am half leaning in the corner of the sofa, still holding Teresa to me – from this position I can look at her properly, her black hair tied in a plait lying down her back, her long eyelashes lying against her cheek, the steady rise and fall of her breasts beneath her top as she sleeps. She wraps her arm across my chest and her right leg curls over my right thigh, oh God her breath is blowing softly on my neck and she is so close now, I can feel the heat beginning to rise within my body, I brush my cheek against her hair feeling its softness and taking in its scent – I wish I could kiss her, make love to her the way I want to.
“Oh Teresa, you’re so beautiful -I wish I could kiss you – I wish I knew if you wanted me the way I want you. But maybe you wouldn’t want a man like me?” I whisper the words I would love her to hear.
For a few moments I close my eyes and rest my head against the sofa relishing in the time I can just spend with her lying against me, and my arms around her.
Before she moves a little and I hear a whisper in my ear, “Oh Richard, I do want you to kiss me and I do want a man like you – very much!”
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