
When you broke your arm you had no idea how challenging things would become. You became dependent on your roommate for just about everything. Beginning with helping you get dressed in the morning. Getting your breakfast, carrying your things. She was a lifesaver and on top of that she complimented you every day on how beautiful you were. You didn’t recognize it was real attraction until she stepped into the bathroom while you were showering. You had to keep your arm in a bag over your head as you did your best to wash. She watched you struggling and started to undress herself. She slipped in behind you as you started to protest. She smiled and took the shampoo to later your hair. It was actually a great help so you let her. She took her time massaging your scalp and conditioning your hair, it felt so good in a weird way. Then her hands started to move over your body and you tensed. She kissed your shoulder and whispered she would be gentle. You knew by her touch she found you more than beautiful. You closed your eyes and felt her desire moving in her soapy hands over your body. When her hands went up and down your legs, over your breasts you could feel yourself get wet. Then she slid her hand through your thighs over your suds covered mound you whimpered. Legs getting weak she did more than clean you, she masturbated you through several orgasms as her breasts pressed to your back. You could not see her touching herself but you knew. She rinsed you off and dried you off. Nothing was said as she walked with you to your bedroom and she dressed you again, brushed your hair. She just took care of you then she kissed you lightly on the lips and left you sitting on your bed. Wondering, wanting, would she be so tender the next time?







