NewU Pt. 04a

Author's note:

Hey there, ladies and gentlemen. First of all, I want to thank you all for the patience you have shown in waiting for this chapter. With the current global conditions keeping the kids off school, I haven't had as much peace and quiet to dedicate to writing as I would like, hence the delay in getting this out, unfortunately this means that future chapters will not be as regular as originally planned either. They are still coming, but I will get them out as I can, rather than sticking to a schedule as I had hoped.

Secondly, there are a few issues I would like to clear up from questions sent to me by readers. There will be no mention -- whatsoever -- of the coronavirus or the current situation in any of my stories. There is too much pain and human suffering in the world already without filling our fantasies with them as well. Another issue is the glaring holes around some of the characters; Pete's parents -- for example. I know their histories, thought and motivations haven't been written in yet and that is intentional, their stories will be revealed as our hero goes through his own. Finally, this story isn't designed or written for people looking for a quick thrill. This is not a sex story, it is a story that contains sex, there will be fairly long parts of it that contain nothing erotic at all. If you can stick with it though, Im will try to make the wait worth it.

Lastly... (and sorry to drag this out so much) ... but I cannot go any further without expressing my heartfelt thanks and appreciation for the comments -- both complimentary and critical -- that my work has received. Messages off strangers on the chat rooms, and through my profile, wanting to discuss my work is something that I never expected and means the world to me. You are all amazing people and I thank you all.

Anyway... now that's out of the way... on with the story.

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I had never been a morning person; even before the accident, I had always thought that mornings would be infinitely easier if they were later in the day. Since the accident, it had been worse; every morning I had woken up in the same bleary eyed, semi-conscious, pain med addled state of confusion, in no way helped by new newly realized need for extra rest... but today was different. The sleep in the bunker was a revelation, not only was I wide awake, fully alert and properly rested, but I could somehow tell you exactly how long I had been asleep -- both in the bunker and in the corresponding time in the real world -- down to the minute. Being awake at 7.25am... voluntarily... was something that would take as much getting used to than the power itself.

I stretched -- both physically and mentally -- feeling my powers extend around me in the same way that my body was. I picked her up immediately, Becky was entering the building. The bubble of joyful apprehension that had greeted be the previous day, however, was gone, replaced with something indescribably harder to read.

It is worth me clearing up something at this point, something I wouldn't fully understand for a while yet, but reading people's thoughts wasn't like you see on the tv. I couldn't look at someone and read their deepest desires or darkest fears or suddenly know their atm number; everyone talks to themselves inside their own head, that conscious running thought process that each of us uses to guide our actions - every time I had heard someone's thoughts, it was this internal monologue that I could hear: everything from 'shit, that girl is hot!' to 'did I remember to feed the cat?... all the other things were possible -- the desires, fears and atm numbers -- but accessing them was a conscious -- rather than a passive -- act and one I wouldn't master for some time yet. Becky's mind was pulling her in so many different directions that it was impossible to follow her train of thought.

Trains of thought were still -- apparently -- assholes.

At first, I thought it was me, that I was still tired, that I didn't have enough control over my powers to read her thoughts from this distance, or that maybe I wasn't as powerful as I thought, but by the time she had changing into her scrubs in the locker rooms and made her way to the nurses station, it was clear that it was her that was the problem; her mind was racing so fast that not even she could keep up with it. There were, however, some very clear emotions being given out by my beautiful new lover; excitement to see me, nervousness about how I would react, but -- more pressingly -- concern, bordering on panic at something that had occurred to her last night, something that I couldn't quite decipher. I felt her finish her conversation with her colleagues at the nurses station outside my room, look towards my door, take a deep breath, and start walking towards it. Right on cue, my door opened.

Her smile was brilliant, yet hesitant, as she crossed the room and sat down into Jimmy's chair, "Good morning." She smiled, I returned the gesture, reaching out and taking her hand. "How are you feeling today?"

"Awesome." I replied, it was the truth after all and although Becky was partly responsible, I had more things to feel good about than she could know. "How about you?"

"I'm... err... Pete, we need to talk." She said as her smile faded, her eyes casting down to her feet.

"Look, if this is about yesterday," I said, a sudden pang of concern sparking in my chest, "I'm sorry if anything happened that you weren't comfortable with, if you want to walk away and have nothing more to do with me, I will understand... I'm not gonna lie, I will be disappointed, I really enjoyed yesterday, but I understand the position I have put you in." I started, still completely in the dark about what was bothering her so much, "but either way, nobody will ever find out off me what happened, not even Jimmy. I am not going to put your job at risk with some childish need to boast."

Becky scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, before smiling. "This isn't about yesterday... well, it is... but not in that way. I loved every minute of what happened yesterday and am looking forward to a repeat performance," a seductive smile crept onto her face before vanishing just as fast, "that's not what this is about."

"Then what's bothering you?"

"Pete, I..." she paused for a moment, looking down at our joined hands, "I don't think you understand the condition you are in; you're not stupid, so I'm guessing that it hasn't been explained to you properly... but what we did yesterday..." another pause "... shouldn't have been possible."

"I'm not following."

She breathed out another deep sigh. "Your legs weren't just broken, they were destroyed. Your right femur -- your thigh bone, the strongest bone in the body -- was shattered, it has the same consistency as gravel! But that kind of damage doesn't happen in isolation, there is tissue damage, muscle damage, nerve damage, circulatory damage... the Doctors aren't talking about you needing physical therapy just because of your brain injury -- although that is part of it -you need it because the mechanisms that make your legs work are no longer intact."

"O...Kay."

"Pete, did it hurt yesterday?... what we did?"

"No, not at all."

She let go of my hand and buried her own face in it. "It should have," she whispered in despair, "it really, really should have... it should have been excruciating! There is no way that you should have been able to handle what we did."

"Well, that's a good thing... isn't it?"

"No!" she barked back. "It could mean major nerve damage! And more than that, you were..." she rocked in her hips in her chair, "...thrusting, you were moving your hips up to meet mine. You shouldn't be able to do that, and even if you could without passing out through the pain, it could have caused massive internal damage to what's left of your legs and pelvis!"

"Bex," I said, trying to sound reassuring, reaching out and retaking her hand, "I'm fine."

She yanked her hand away from mine, trying desperately to cover the look of guilt and despair on her face, "You don't know that! Neither of us do!" she sobbed "What if one of those bone fragments was knocked loose, what if it pierces your femoral artery? It could have killed you! It could be there right now and your first attempt at physical therapy could be enough to... I even phoned in during the early hours for a nurse to check on you, I made something up about not being sure about the pain med dosage and asked her to check for me." she broke down, her shoulders rocking as her sobs increased. "I need to tell someone. You need to be tested again -- X-Rays, MRIs, CT scans -- whatever it takes to find out what is going on, find out what is happening with your nerves and how much damage I have done. And when they ask how I know or why I am suspicious... I am going to have to tell them what happened."

"No!" I almost shouted, surprising her out of her rant. "There is no way I am letting you get in trouble for that! You may have loved every second of what we did but so did I! I told you that I was never popular with the ladies and that was true, after the accident I thought my life was over, and then I met you; a woman who I would never have thought would be interested in me at the best of times, let alone in my current condition... and the thought you would be interested in me gave me more hope than I could ever tell you, the first hope I have felt since I woke up. There is absolutely no way I am letting you pay any sort of penance for that... it's not fair and it's not right and it's not going to happen!"

The tears were still running down her cheeks, there was genuine anguish in her expression and not -- I quickly realized -- about the prospect of losing her job, or worse, but at thought of her inadvertently harming me more than I already was.

"Look, I'm not downplaying your concerns here; I would very much like to live, I'd be very happy to walk again and I feel like I owe you a proper round two," she smiled slightly and blushed at that, "but there has to be another way!" I finished.

She pulled her hands back up to her face, rubbing her eyes and wiping the tears off her cheeks, then stood with a sigh. I was about to tell her to sit back down, thinking she was heading to the door, but instead she walked to the end of my bed and picked up my charts, leafing through the pages with a frowned look of determination. Both of us remained quiet for a few minutes, her deep in concentration and me not wanting to disturb her. Her lips were moving silently as she read along, but her thoughts were annunciating every word she read, the whole time trying to think of something that could be done to justify the new round of tests without drawing suspicion.

"come on, come on." She was thinking to herself, "I've just found this guy and there is no way I am losing him now! I've just got to find something... anything... to give them a reason to..."

Her eyes suddenly widened. "Do you think you can sit up?" she asked, looking up at me. "After all these weeks healing, your bones should be able to handle that level of mobility without causing any damage."

"err..." I put my hands onto the mattress and pushed myself into as upright a position as my casts would allow. "apparently so."

"and that doesn't hurt?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in suspicious disbelief.

"a bit stiff," I shrugged, "like I have been laying down for two months, but no, not painful."

She shook her head, dismissing the incredulity that was screaming around her brain. "Ok, the Consultant... Doctor Matthews... will be making his rounds at 9, make sure you are sitting up when he gets here, use some pillows or something to make yourself comfortable... that should be enough."

"You sure?"

"Patient needs to be kept in a flat, laying position at all times," she read from my charts, "under no circumstances should he be bent at the waist when transferred between beds, transported around the hospital or undergoing testing. Extreme risk of further injuries if patient isn't kept immobile. Consideration of traction apparatus to be given at a later date." She finished reading. "that is in his handwriting... if he sees you sat up, he is going to go berserk, but as soon as he realizes you are not in pain, he will demand tests to find out why."

"Sounds like a plan." I smiled, laying myself back down.

Becky breathed a sigh of relief, her mind calming almost instantly and -- for the first time -- the effects of my internal editing started to take effect; apparently, concern over my wellbeing was enough to activate the 'within reason' clause of my commands. Her tongue wetted her lips before they curled into one of her spine-tingling sultry smiles. "So," she purred, "tell me about this 'round two' that you owe me." She sashayed back to her position next to the bed, putting her hand on my shoulder and stroking it gently.

"I would much rather show you." I smiled back.

"Name the time and the place, and I'm yours."

"Maybe next time you are on a night shift, you can sit on a different part of my body. I have favors to return."

Her whole body trembled in anticipation, as she leant down to whisper in my ear. "When you get out of here, I am going to fuck you so good and so hard, that you'll end up back in a wheelchair."

"Oh really?" I grinned back as her tongue licked my earlobe.

"And... there is one more hole and a perfectly good cleavage that haven't felt your cock... yet" It was my body's turn to tremble as she kept talking between licks of my ear, the sexual aggression part of my changes were starting to have an obvious effect. "I am going to pleasure you in ways that you have never imagined, baby."

My dick had now tented visibly under the sheet, a tent that was noticeably larger that last time I had seen it, Becky spotted it too, her hand moving down from my shoulder and under the sheets, a few seconds later I felt her warm fingers wrap around my shaft and slowly start sliding up and down my newly enhanced member... the difference in its size either not noticed or not cared about.

"Good thing I locked the door when I came in and I'm not officially on shift for another half an hour." She winked as she flipped back the sheet and her head moved down to join her hand. Once again, my whole body arched as the feeling of her hot breath on my dick was quickly replaced by the warm wetness of her lips, sliding quickly down to take my whole length. There was no teasing this time, no edging and no drawing out the pleasure; as the power of her suction increased, and the speed of her head bobs quickened, I realized that her only focus was on making me cum as quickly as possible. Her blonde ponytail was swishing around my groin and flapping in the air as her efforts increased, her head now almost a blur as she engulfed my entire rod into her throat -- even more impressive considering my new size -- then quickly drawing off almost to the tip, before repeating the motion again and again. Her one hand had buried itself in her scrubs, no doubt preforming a poor imitation of the pleasure she was giving me, while her other was caressing the semen out of my balls with astonishing efficiency, most impressive as the fact that her efforts were putting no weight whatsoever on my groin -- apparently, her wanton lust was not enough to override her concern for my wellbeing, she was being careful in her application of pleasure. In a little over five minutes, her effects started to pay off and my balls started tightening; that familiar feeling churning in my gut and my cock swelling to make it even harder than it already was. She pulled her mouth off, the hand on my balls coming up to replace it -- and its motions -- as she turned to me with a wicked smile. "Empty your big balls into my slutty little mouth, stud! I want to swallow you again." Her mind blazing with the memories of my taste in her mouth and her savoring of it for her entire shift yesterday. He fingers buried in her cunt the following evening as she sucked her own tongue for more.

In less than a second, her mouth was back to work, and only a few more seconds after that, I passed the point of no return. With a silent roar, my whole body tensed, and Becky pulled back so only the head was in her mouth, her hand working furiously on the shaft and her tongue licking whatever part of my skin it could find. In an instant, my cock started pulsing uncontrollably as I unloaded rope after rope of cum into her wet, willing, and waiting mouth, her throat working to deposit the load into her stomach with gulp after loud gulp... In another feat of impressive dedication, not a single drop escaped the vacuum seal of her lips as she slowly descended back down my shaft until her nose was pressed against my pubes, and then slowly pulled back, milking the last of my essence as she did. One last swallow and she released me, a smile -- and a feeling -- of contented satisfaction at her efforts filled her face, her thoughts soaring with the pleasure she felt from pleasuring me and the refreshed essence on her tongue.

"Wow." I whimpered, "that was..." my mind couldn't think of a single adjective to describe what that was.

"I'm glad you liked it," she smirked seductively. "there is plenty more where that came from, big boy..." her tongue came out to lick her lips, "you taste yummy too. I'm looking forward to my night shift now." And with a wink, she left me -- slack jawed and drained -- and walked to the door, "don't forget, be ready at 9" she called over her should as she left the room, a wry grin playing on her face.

There is nothing quite like the clear headed clarity that a quality blowjob brings... any release would do I suppose, but the passive 'laying back and letting her do her thing' was hard to top, it was also an experience that had been sorely missing from my life up until the last few days and one that I was keen to reintroduce myself to in greater numbers and variety. Jimmy had gotten by on a lifestyle of playing the field for years, and although I had no immediate desire to follow his lead, I would be lying if I said the prospect of hordes of nubile, horny and 'skilled' women throwing themselves at me wasn't appealing. I vowed to take my opportunities where I would find them, but not necessarily go out looking for them... Becky was more than enough for the foreseeable future, but something inside me told me that other opportunities wouldn't be lacking, nor would they necessarily interfere with the thing between me and Becky if I didn't want them to.

It was still over an hour until the Consultant started his rounds, I had hoped to use this opportunity to properly explore my bunker, or at least the computer within it, but there was simply not enough time. In hindsight, I would have realized that the time worked differently in my bunker and I would have had hours -- comparatively speaking -- to work on whatever I wanted, but my mind hadn't quite crossed that bridge yet.

It has always surprised me how time works; the concept of time flying when you're having fun or dragging like a lame donkey when you're bored as shit! I know its all relative and down to perception but the hour or so between Becky leaving and my performance to Doctor Matthews seemed like the longest wait of my life. It wasn't even as though I had any particular nerves or apprehension about the meeting; I knew I was fine, I knew that my powers would make sure of it -- yes, I understood Becky's concern, as I would understand the Doctor's, but they didn't know what I knew and I had no realistic way of explaining it to them. Instead, I was relegated to a position in which I had to bear more tests and more unnecessary concern over an issue which -- if only in my mind -- was already settled, all the while, counting down the minutes until I could return to my bunker.