A First For Everything

Lyla turned and walked back from the door as the last of the party guests were pulling out of the driveway. She walked into the kitchen and found Jason looking at the cards that people brought with them.

"So, you had fun?" she asked, sliding her hand across his shoulder and kissed his head.

"Yeah, it was good to see people again," Jason answered.

"It was kind of a weird combination of people," Lyla replied. "But with everything going on…"

Her voice trailed off as neither one of them wanted to discuss the troubles with Mac, the boycott or the unspoken issue—Tim.

"So, I was thinking about that old Jason vs. new Jason thing again," Jason said as he pivoted his chair to face her.

"Yeah?" Lyla asked.

"Your parents are really down in San Antonio for the weekend?"

"Yep," Lyla answered. "Tabby has one of those traveling volleyball team tournaments. Her last game is at 2 pm tomorrow. They're gone until well after supper time."

"You mind if I spend the night?" Jason asked, looking up at Lyla, a question on his face.

"You mind sleeping in Buddy and Pam's bed?" Lyla replied with a smile on her face.

"You need help with anything?" Lyla asked as she stood outside the master bathroom.

"No, I think I'm fine," Jason responded from inside.

She waited, feeling excited but nervous, checking the bed one more time. She had changed the sheets and grabbed an extra pillow from her bed so Jason would have more support.

The door pushed open and Jason rolled into the room. His shirt was off and she could see where his workouts had been rebuilding and redefining his muscles. So much about Jason was the same, but so many things had also changed. One of her favorite things to do in bed had been to slide her fingers along his side and watch him squirm away from her touch. That was gone now. What would there be to replace it?

She brought his transfer board over and watched as he moved from the chair to the bed. He pulled himself up so that he was sitting against the headboard.

"Do you want me to take these off?" she asked, pointing to his pants. Jason nodded and she slid her hands into the waist of his pants and began to pull them down. Her hands ran along his hips, her fingers feeling the bone below his muscle as she slid his boxers at the same time down over the rise. Jason pushed up on his arms and lifted slightly so she could pull them down further.

She looked down, a bit surprised. "No catheter? Don't you still need that?" In the hospital he had always had one in, along with a bag. She figured it was permanent, that they would have to work around it.

"No, I can just take care of it a couple times of day," Jason explained quickly. "Part of the rehab."

Things had changed—he was getting better and more like his old self.

She finished pulling his pants and shorts off and quickly removed his socks. His feet had gotten smooth over the past few months, not unlike her own. She ran her hands down them, over his toes, then slid one leg over his legs and climbed back up to face him.

She leaned in to kiss him as he reached for the t-shirt she had been wearing under her Panthers sweatshirt. He hooked his thumbs under the edges and worked it up off her body. She reached back and unsnapped her bra as he pulled the straps down off her shoulders and eased her breasts from the lace cups.

Jason leaned forward and kissed the hollow of her neck. He trailed down, his lips working along the tender soft skin of her right breast and onto the nipple. With his right hand, he caressed her left breast while attending to the first.

Lyla reached up and ran her hands along Jason's chest, above the line where she knew he could feel her touch. She took her thumbs and ran them along the inside of his arms and up into the soft hair under the pit. She traced her hand back across his chest as she leaned in and met his lips with her own.

She pressed him back against the headboard on her parents' bed and reached for the button on her jeans. She opened them and slid the zipper down. Jason moved in with his hands, helping her pull them down. She pushed them as far as she could, then slid her right leg over his legs and quickly pulled the jeans and her panties off.

"God, I've forgotten how soft you are," Jason said as he brushed the more sensitive back of his hands across her flat stomach and down toward the dark hair between her legs.

She watched as he moved his right hand down toward her clit. His fingers were curled, but he slid his hand down until his knuckles touched on the sensitive spot. He pushed his wrist back and forth a couple times, and then his fingers slipped from the mark.

Lyla leaned back, offering better exposure, then guided his hand in again and they moved back and forth together over the spot, increasing her pleasure with each stroke.
This is how they had started their intimacy—for several weeks before they slept together the first time, Jason would move over her, rubbing his member against her clit, bringing her to pleasure before he would ask her to do anything for him.

She had known that it wouldn't be like that anymore—he couldn't be on top and move his legs and hips that way and it wouldn't always be possible for him to get hard when they wanted to do something, but just having this thing…this thing that was kind of like what they used to do together, somehow made it seem better.

She arched her back and called out. She had been embarrassed to find out that she liked to make noise when they were together, but Jason liked it. He even told her that it turned him on. Now it seemed like it was important to use every single one of their senses, to increase the intimacy between them that much more.

She collapsed down on him and began again to minister to his chest and arms. Her kisses moved up his neck and onto his earlobes, where she licked and kissed him. He moaned pleasurably under touch. She slid off his legs, leaving her right leg still draped over his body, her arms wrapped around his chest and neck in an embrace.

"I miss you next to me," she said quietly. "I don't know if I can make it two weeks after we've been like this again."

Jason turned his head and kissed her. "It's only two weeks, babe. Then we're going to do this every single time we can manage it."

She slid her right hand down his body, from the feeling to the unfeeling zone. Her hand moved across his hips and down to his penis. She looped her thumb and first finger around the head and slid up and down like she had learned in an effort to know more ways to make Jason happy.

She felt him move and knew he was looking down, watching what he could not feel. She moved her hand up and down rhythmically feeling a bit more firmness as the reflex erection began to grow.

"Do you…" Jason began to ask.

Lyla leaned in and kissed him. "I don't need it to be just like it was before, Jason. But I want you to know that I love all of you—the broken and the not. I'm not afraid of this part of you."

"Lay back, so I can watch," Jason instructed.

Lyla laid down between his legs, facing him, her legs bent on either side of him.

Jason reached down with his left hand, cupping it around hers. Their hands worked up and down together until he began to get hard. He reached across and tried to pull her on top of him. She slid herself toward him, his erection teasing at her. With both hands, he slid her forward and onto him. He reached down and tucked his thumb in along his penis, feeling the pulse of her body on and through his hand.

She readjusted slightly and took him further into her body. With her arms down along either side of him, she rocked back and forth, moving him in and out of her. Her juices began to cascade down and wet him with her essence, running down his hand and onto his arms and legs.

She finished and slid off, pulling her body next to him. She eased him up on his side and wrapped her body along his with her arm over his waist.

"You did watch that quad porn, didn't you?" Jason teased, a smile on his face.

"Me? I think you watched a little bit yourself. Where did you learn that thing with your thumb?" She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. "Please tell me you didn't learn that one from Herc."

Jason laughed. "A gentleman never reveals his sources."

"Well, it was pretty amazing," Lyla said as she kissed him again. "And I know that practice will make perfect."

"Pretty good first time, I'd say," Jason answered, a smile on his face as he moved to cover her hand with his own.

"Hey, there's going to be a first for everything for us, now," Lyla responded. "And we just have to keep trying them together. New Jason. New Lyla."

"New Jason and Lyla," he answered.

"New Jason and Lyla," she echoed.

FIN

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