Sara's Journey Ch. 02

When Jenifer brought in my dinner she said, "How'd ya like to take a stroll in the fresh air?"

"I'd love it!" I said. "It looks absolutely gorgeous outside."

"The grounds are beautiful this time of year and you can see the ocean from here. After dinner I'll have all my work done for tonight and that'll leave me with a couple of hours to kill. Stephen said he'd cover for me."

Jenifer came back with a wheel chair after the dinner dishes had been picked up. "Where are you taking me? Tibet?" I asked.

"Don't worry," she said. "You don't have to ride in it. It's required, and you may burn out before we get back. I've got a secret place I'd like to show you."

I rode the chair until we got outside then Jenifer led me down a paved path. She had been right; the grounds were beautiful with their lush lawns, trimmed hedges and clumps of trees. The sun was warm and there was a refreshing sea breeze. It was so much better than the antiseptic smell of the hospital. "God, Jenifer, this makes me want to strip my clothes off and run naked."

"Just a little further," Jenifer said. She pulled a blanket out from under the wheel chair and handed it to me then pushed the wheel chair into a clump of bushes, hiding it. Just beyond the bushes was a dirt path running under a stand of trees. We followed that for a ways then she held a branch of a bush aside so I could slip through. On the other side of the bushes was a patch of rough grass and an unrestricted view of the ocean.

I helped her spread the blanket then sat down on it. "This is absolutely breathtaking," I said.

"And private too. In all the times I've come here, no one's ever been by," she said as she sat next to me and looked out towards the ocean. "I come here sometimes after work when I want to sort things out. It's so peaceful."

"This is just what I needed," I said.

"I've often thought of bringing someone special here and making love to him."

"Am I the first person that you've shown this place to?"

"Yes, you are. I've never had good luck with relationships."

"That makes me feel special."

"I feel that you are. You know, I've been taking care of you since you were transferred to our ward from intensive care. When I bathed you, I often wondered what kind of girl you were and I would imagine what it would be like to bathe you while you were awake."

Jenifer looked so sweet sitting there, her face surrounded by strawberry blond curls and her luminous green eyes looking up at me. I wanted to run my hands over her voluptuous, well-rounded body. "I'm really new to all of this and I sure could use a friend." I reached over and put my hand on her stockinged thigh just below the hem of her white skirt. "You know, someone to help me learn how to be a girl."

"Did you mean that yesterday when you said you wanted to kiss me?"

Without a word I leaned over and gently brushed my lips against hers. She put her hand on my cheek and kissed me back with her lips slightly parted. One kiss led to another and before long we were laying back on the blanket searching each other's mouths with the tips of our tongues as Jenifer's hand moved up my torso and cupped my breast through the thin fabric of my nightie. Her gentle fondling caused my nipples to stiffen and she gently squeezed them between her thumb and forefinger, sweeping me away in the sensual delights of her loving caresses.

I held her and stroked her torso as she slipped my robe down over my shoulder to expose one of my breasts for her soft lips. Her hand slid down over my abdomen, under the elastic of my panties and over my muff. All I could do was run one hand into her hair and fondle her ample breasts with the other as her fingers gently found their way to the moist crevice of my pussy. I pressed myself into her hand as I parted my legs further and tilted my pelvis up in complete surrender to the electric sensations that were flowing into the core of my being. Before I knew it, soft mewling sounds were escaping my lips and the marvelous sensations of orgasm were washing over my body.

I held Jenifer tight as the waves of sensual pleasure coursed through me. When I returned to a modicum of reality, I kissed Jenifer on her lips, neck, shoulder, and then after unbuttoning her smock, the magnificent mounds being held up and together by her bra. I reached around behind her and deftly undid the restraining article with two fingers, freeing her abundant melons for my lingular caress. I suckled her nipples until they were puckered and distended to their fullest, then tenderly bit them, one then the other.

Jenifer moaned and held me to her, her response fueling my desires even further. I instinctively knew where to touch, for how long and what amount of pressure to apply because of my female senses. As I became totally engulfed in Jenifer's luscious flesh, her hands roamed freely over my body, removing the obstructions of my robe and panties, exposing my bare bottom to the delicious feel of the warm sea breeze.

I stroked my hand up Jenifer's thigh, under the hem of her skirt and was mildly surprised to find tender flesh above stocking tops, rather than panty hose, and no other underwear. The sparse, soft curls of her muff were moistened with dew, signifying her excitement. Jenifer's skirt bunched around her waist and a delicate bouquet from her sex wafted in the air. The faint, tangy aroma drew my attention to that direction. Like a child experiencing something for the first time, I turned and kissed my way down her abdomen as I watched my fingers explore the tender folds of her nether lips. I kissed the soft creases to either side of her muff where her legs met her torso and the sight of the glistening pink petals and the bud straining through the reddish curls invited me to kiss there.

Jenifer let out a moan as the tip of my tongue made contact with the silky flesh of her feminine cleft and found the hard little knot buried there. I sucked and licked the tiny protuberance, relishing the delicate flavor of her musk. Jenifer's soft thighs alternately pressed against the sides of my head then spread apart to allow me better access to her succulent folds. She lifted my leg and positioned me so that I was astride her face then with hands on my bare bottom, she pulled me down to taste the tender flesh of my pussy as I was tasting hers.

The sensation of Jenifer's tongue lapping my pussy and titillating my clitoris was far beyond anything I could have imagined. I don't think I had ever enjoyed eating a pussy as much as I did Jenifer's. As I pulled the tender labia between my lips and suckled her engorged clitoris while flicking it with the tip of my tongue, the exact sensations I was inducing in her were coursing through my body as she did the same to me.

As the exquisite pressure increased in my body, spreading an ethereal warmth out to my limbs and back to concentrate in my lower abdomen, Jenifer's body began to tremble, signifying that the same was happening to her. She tilted up her pelvis to press herself into my lingular caresses as she grasped at my bottom, pulling me even tighter to her face. Her soft thighs pressing the sides of my face and the sounds of her muffled moans served to increase the energies building within me until they exploded, sending me into orgasmic delirium. The waves of my climax crashed over me again and again as Jenifer's orgasmic spasms made it difficult for me to maintain contact with her sweet recesses.

Next I knew I was laying on my side in Jenifer's arms tasting my own musk on her lips. We laid for some time, my breasts pressing into hers, her thigh nestled between my legs, kissing tenderly until our spasms subsided. A contentment like I had never felt before spread over me as I held Jenifer's lush body tightly to mine, relishing the feel of her soft lips as she spread tender kisses over my face.

The evening sun was just a few degrees above the horizon when Jenifer finally stirred, stroked my face and softly kissed my lips. "We'd better be getting back," she said. "If we're gone too long, they might send someone to look for us." She slowly stood and helped me to my feet.

"Jenifer, that was the most incredible experience. You've shown me what it's like to be a woman, sensual and alive." I kissed her tenderly on her lips. "I'll never forget this. This was the first sexual experience of my new life. You will always be someone special to me."

"I have never made love with another woman before," she said. "I don't know what came over me. This was a first for both of us."

"Hopefully not a last," I said as I helped her spread her uniform back into place. "You know, I'm still not very secure with who I am in a lot of ways but I'm very attracted to you."

"I'm afraid the attraction is mutual. I just want to fondle and pet you and I've never felt that way towards another woman."

"There's no need to question it. It was a beautiful experience and I hope it never stops. People should be allowed to love one another without regard to gender. It was what I needed to experience my sensuality and start my new life as a woman."

"You won't completely experience your sensuality until you've made love with a man."

"I know. That's where I'll need your help. This body does crave the attention of a man, but my mind finds it difficult to come to grips with it."

Jenifer handed me my panties and hugged me with one arm. "Just relax and let nature take its course," she said. "I'm no expert on men but I'll be there for you if you need me."

My knees were a little weak from the pair of fabulous orgasms that I had just experienced so I was glad that Jenifer had brought along the wheelchair.

Once back in my room I found my purse and dumped its contents out on the bed, hoping to find more about who I was. There was a ring of keys with a Honda key on it, a wallet filled with cards, lipstick, a half full pack of gum and a plastic container with three tampons in it. I hadn't given much thought to that female function.

In the wallet I found a driver's license, Social Security card, a student I.D., a membership card to a health club and a card that identified me as a Sunset Model along with a half dozen credit cards for gas, department stores and the obligatory Visa and MasterCards. In one of the pockets of the purse I found a bunch of business cards from lawyers, investment brokers, photographers, salesmen, and a dance studio. I knew I'd be using the health club to get into shape and the dance studio would come in handy to get back in touch with my body.

Jenifer came in looking as cute as can be in a short denim skirt, athletic shoes and her magnificent boobs bouncing around unhampered under a loose fitting tank top. "How's it goin'?" she asked as she sat on the bed next to me, smelling wonderful. "I'm just getting off work and I thought I'd stop by before I left."

"I was snooping into my life hoping to remember some of it," I said. "I think I'll be alright if I can get someone to pay the bills on these cards."

"Oooh, let's go shopping," Jenifer said, picking up several of the cards. "Who needs money when you've got credit?"

"I'm going to be on my own when I leave here so I'm going to need the credit to get a place to stay. I'm not going to want to stay in my old house after all that's happened. "

"That won't be a problem," Jenifer said. "I live in a three bedroom place and we're losing one of our roommates at the end of the month. If you'd like, you can share my room until then and take the extra room at the start of next month."

"That would be great, but I wouldn't want to impose."

"You'd be doing us a favor. I was really sweating how I was going to make the extra rent. I've got a king-sized bed and an extra drawer in my dresser."

"Don't forget, I'd find it hard to keep my hands off of you."

"I wouldn't want you to," Jenifer said as she gave me a hug. "Then it's settled. I'll draw you a map so you can find the place. It's going to be fun."

"Great, I'll be looking forward to it."

"I'd better let you get your rest," Jenifer said, kissing me goodnight. "You're going to have a busy day tomorrow."

The next morning while I waited for my therapy appointment, I took a long, hot shower, shaved my legs and armpits and daubed on a touch of perfume. Jenifer had been helping me learn the fine points of feminine grooming but the application of make up seemed beyond me. Every time I tried, I ended up looking like a cheap whore. I may have wanted to act like one, but I didn't want to look the part. Luckily, I was a natural beauty and didn't really need any make up. Once I was all powdered and perfumed, I gave myself one last look over in the mirror on the bathroom door. I just couldn't get used to seeing that young, sweet girl with a body to die for and looks that dreams are made of in the reflection. It was a shame to cover up such natural beauty, but I had to dress for my therapy session with `El Cutie Pie-o' Rico. I slipped the nylon jogging shorts on with out any panties and pulled on a tight tank top over my work out bra rather than the loose Tee shirt. When I pulled my shoulders back, my tits stood straight out and pointed up.

When Jenifer came in with the obligatory wheel chair, I struck a pose. "How do I look?"

"Holy shit," she said. "You're going to drive poor Rico right over the wall."

"I don't mean to sound conceited, but I don't remember being this sexy."

"You be gentle with the poor boy."

"This'll probably be my last chance to get to him. The doctor is turning me loose this afternoon."

"That's wonderful! Here, here's the map I made for you. It's really easy to find, right off of the freeway. If you have any trouble at all, my phone number is at the bottom. I should be home by about five thirty. I'll pick up something for dinner."

"I don't have to ride to therapy in that contraption, do I?"

"Naw. If you feel like walking, I'll just push it along side. I want to see the look on Rico's face when you walk in."

As we walked down the hall to the elevator, I could feel the power that my body brought me by the way the male patients and hospital staff would stop what they were doing and smile at me. It felt good. I felt sexy, femininely sexy.

We were met by one of the female therapy technicians and she started me on a stretch warm up routine. Rico was busy with another patient when Jenifer and I walked in but I noticed he stopped in mid conversation when he saw us and the patient had to remind him what he was talking about when his attention returned.

"Knock 'em dead," Jenifer said as she turned to leave. "See you in about an hour."

Rico came over as I finished warming up. "We're going to set you up for a stress test this morning," he said, trying to be all business like. "Bernice will attach some probes then we'll monitor your vital signs as you walk the treadmill. It will take about twenty minutes and we will increase the elevation and resistance at regular intervals. If you begin to feel any discomfort at all, let us know at once."

I nodded my understanding as Bernice started sticking the little pads with wires attached to them to my body in about a dozen different places. This was serious business and I gave it my all. Toward the last, after they had moved the treadmill up a couple of notches, I could feel that it was taxing my reserves. "This is phenomenal," I heard Rico say as he studied the readouts. When the testing was completed, I was slightly winded and my legs were tired, but otherwise I felt fine. After Rico and Bernice went over the final results, he motioned for me to come over and sit on one of the padded therapy tables. "According to this," he said showing me the charts from his machines; "You're in better shape than most people who have not been through what you have."

"Dr. Richards says he'll be discharging me this afternoon. I guess I'll have to join a health club for my physical therapy now."

"I'm off work at five every day but I usually stay over for an hour or so to use the facilities for a work out. If you'd like to come by tonight, I'll set you up with an exercise routine to help get you back in shape."

"I'd like that," I said. A strange little knot of excitement formed in the pit of my stomach as I thought of making love to a man for the first time. Rico's looks, his scent and the aura of energy around him seemed to excite me, to draw me to him. Somehow I could tell by the way he looked at me and acted towards me that he could feel the attraction too. I felt very feminine and wanted to be possessed by a man, if only temporarily.

I met Jenifer about half way to the elevator as she was coming to pick me up. "Boy, you've sure got a shit eating grin on your face," she said. "Things must have gone well for you in therapy."

"For one, I check out ok, except for being a little underweight, so I can be released this afternoon."

"And?"

"I kind of have a date with Rico."

"Kind of?"

"Well, he invited me to come back after hours and who knows what after that."

"I hope it works out better for you than it did for me."

"How do you mean?"

"Last year at the Christmas party he and I ended up naked in the hot tub. We had both dipped in the punch bowl maybe once too often. When I get tipsy I get horny so I jumped his bones. He was all for it and hosed me down real good. The next week at work he was real standoffish. When I finally got to talk to him, he told me it wouldn't work out because he was already in a relationship."

"You know, Rico's single now so he's fair game."

"Maybe a threesome would be fun."

I laughed. "The boy doesn't have a chance with us around," I said, hugging her.

"I think that you're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time," she said as we boarded the elevator. "We're going to have fun."

I had barely enough time to grab a quick shower and pack my bags before Dr. Richards came in to officially tell me I was being discharged from the hospital. All I had left to do was sign out on the paper work down in the admissions office.

Stephen wanted to push me out in a wheel chair when the taxi came, but I steadfastly refused. He did carry my bags out for me, though. I gave the taxi driver the address and as we drove, I tried to get a feel for the street lay out of the city.

The house was located in an old but fairly nice looking neighborhood. It had a big front porch, all red brick and covered with greenery. The small front yard had a driveway to one side, leading to a garage out back. The cabby helped me with my bags and earned a generous gratuity for his effort. I fumbled through my keys and found the one for the front door and let myself in.

The place was almost as I expected it to be, mismatched furniture, needlepoint pillows, and nick knacks everywhere. It had a good sized living room with a brick fireplace along one wall, a dining room complete with the obligatory imitation Chippendale dining room set and a nice bright kitchen with a breakfast nook. Off of the living room under the stairs leading to the upper floor was a little office with a desk and bookshelves filled with romance novels.

I hauled my bags upstairs and found the one bedroom decorated in powder blue with white furniture and a standard sized canopy bed done in lace and frills which could have only been mine. The rest of the upstairs consisted of a hall bathroom, the master bedroom, all cluttered with men's clothes, shoes and crap and what looked to be a sewing room.

After putting my bags on the bed, I looked into the closet to see what kind of wardrobe I would have to choose from. There were a couple of prom dresses, wrapped in plastic, The usual skirts, blouses, some slacks, jeans, full dresses and of course, lots of shoes. Most everything looked outdated or juvenile. I knew I would have some shopping to do.

The dresser top had a tray of tiny perfume bottles, a mirror and brush set and a row of pictures on it. One picture, of a guy, must have been my boyfriend. The one next to it was of a man and a little girl, which were probably my real dad and me. There was a prom picture and what looked like my senior picture. What a heartbreak that I remembered nothing of the life that I had in this house before the accident.