Post by aliceofwonder on Nov 3, 2008 8:24:28 GMT -5
When i first joined up I said that i wanted to contribute to the fiction on the site. Here is my first attempt at something that was sparked by a true event. Sorry if you don't understand some of the Australianisms i will be happy to explain. Also i am doing it in peices. Here is the first part.
University open day, the time when all the newbies get to wander around, wide eyed and expectant about their first year in the real world, filled with aspersions for the future. I was sitting outside the great court coffee shop with a strong black coffee in one hand and a B&H smooth in the other; attempting to distance myself from all the soon to be first year, even though I was one. My rayban wayfarers were doing a treat, the glare was out, and the hangover from Saturday night was gently being dulled, a very good purchase. I looked across the lush, grass square with its sandstone borders and calmly swaying gum trees to the grand lecture hall, a queue had already begun to form. The “Arts and introduction” lecture would be a big one, and I was tossing up if I really needed to attend. After all, I had lived next to the University of Queensland all my life and I was pretty confident that I knew enough to lodge my course selection form by February.
Suddenly something caught my eye, pulling me out of my self-absorbed contemplations. About 100m away, along one the sandstone corridor directly opposite from the one I was sitting in, I spied a flash of the spokes of a wheelchair. My whole mentality switched, I was alert and acutely watchful. Slowly I took off my sunglasses, cautious not to seem hurried or too interested at what I was watching a focused in on the chaired figure. The figure was male, tick, he appeared about my age, big tick, and was heading for the arts lecture, massive tick. My mind about the lecture had been suddenly made up for me by the guy heading for the entrance. Grabbing my satchel I strolled across the green to join the rest of the crowd. Campbell, one of my closest friends came over to greet me pretty soon after I had arrived. Cam was one of my oldest and campest friends, but lucky since he too was suffering the consequences of “goon of fortune” he didn’t pick up on my constant glances to see where my new love interest had got to. The lecture passes, and between Cam filing me in on the new man in his life and my slightly erotic fantasies about what I could do with all the kinky props Cam was mentioning, but with a guy in the wheelchair, I didn’t absorb any thing anyway. The lecture finished and everyone poured out, I looked thought the crowd to see where my wheeler had go to, but he must have gone ahead when I was held up by people I knew, Brisbane is a very small place sometimes. The rest of the day I kept an eye out for him but it moment of ecstasy had passed, and I had to talk to heads of departments which required full concentration.
I was heading back to where I parked my car, an old beat up BWM from the better part of the 90’s, when I spotted him again. He too was heading for his car, and the crazed devo inside of me clenched with excitement as he prepared to transfer. Grabbing my phone I pretended to be texting while I slyly watch him scoot onto the seat, and scoop up his legs with one tanned and muscular arm. An orgasmic ripple shot through me, and I suddenly felt the bitter disgust that always follows those feeling of pleasure induced by seeing a wheeler. Something inside me tried to tell me it was wrong, but as always I didn’t care, the high was just too sweet. I put my car in gear and drove home under a haze of delicious and guilty enjoyment.
University open day, the time when all the newbies get to wander around, wide eyed and expectant about their first year in the real world, filled with aspersions for the future. I was sitting outside the great court coffee shop with a strong black coffee in one hand and a B&H smooth in the other; attempting to distance myself from all the soon to be first year, even though I was one. My rayban wayfarers were doing a treat, the glare was out, and the hangover from Saturday night was gently being dulled, a very good purchase. I looked across the lush, grass square with its sandstone borders and calmly swaying gum trees to the grand lecture hall, a queue had already begun to form. The “Arts and introduction” lecture would be a big one, and I was tossing up if I really needed to attend. After all, I had lived next to the University of Queensland all my life and I was pretty confident that I knew enough to lodge my course selection form by February.
Suddenly something caught my eye, pulling me out of my self-absorbed contemplations. About 100m away, along one the sandstone corridor directly opposite from the one I was sitting in, I spied a flash of the spokes of a wheelchair. My whole mentality switched, I was alert and acutely watchful. Slowly I took off my sunglasses, cautious not to seem hurried or too interested at what I was watching a focused in on the chaired figure. The figure was male, tick, he appeared about my age, big tick, and was heading for the arts lecture, massive tick. My mind about the lecture had been suddenly made up for me by the guy heading for the entrance. Grabbing my satchel I strolled across the green to join the rest of the crowd. Campbell, one of my closest friends came over to greet me pretty soon after I had arrived. Cam was one of my oldest and campest friends, but lucky since he too was suffering the consequences of “goon of fortune” he didn’t pick up on my constant glances to see where my new love interest had got to. The lecture passes, and between Cam filing me in on the new man in his life and my slightly erotic fantasies about what I could do with all the kinky props Cam was mentioning, but with a guy in the wheelchair, I didn’t absorb any thing anyway. The lecture finished and everyone poured out, I looked thought the crowd to see where my wheeler had go to, but he must have gone ahead when I was held up by people I knew, Brisbane is a very small place sometimes. The rest of the day I kept an eye out for him but it moment of ecstasy had passed, and I had to talk to heads of departments which required full concentration.
I was heading back to where I parked my car, an old beat up BWM from the better part of the 90’s, when I spotted him again. He too was heading for his car, and the crazed devo inside of me clenched with excitement as he prepared to transfer. Grabbing my phone I pretended to be texting while I slyly watch him scoot onto the seat, and scoop up his legs with one tanned and muscular arm. An orgasmic ripple shot through me, and I suddenly felt the bitter disgust that always follows those feeling of pleasure induced by seeing a wheeler. Something inside me tried to tell me it was wrong, but as always I didn’t care, the high was just too sweet. I put my car in gear and drove home under a haze of delicious and guilty enjoyment.
