Tammy's Sprained Ankle

Here's another story. As far as I'm concerned, it's a tragedy that this is fiction. I'd love to be in Scott's shoes. Enjoy.

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Scott had just moved into nicest apartment complex in town. He was 55-years-old. His wife of 30 years had died of cancer only last year. Fortunately, it wasn't a long drawn out illness, and he was glad she hadn't suffered to the degree that many do. They had lived in a large house in the suburbs, but Scott felt it was time to downsize. It didn't make sense for him to live alone in a four bedroom home with a 3-car garage. And he was surely ready to give up taking care of a yard.

His son and daughter were grown and married, with families of their own. He ended up giving a great deal of his furniture to his kids, sold some of what remained, and kept the best for the apartment. Scott was still recovering from the loss of his wife. He did have some friends but didn't get out that much, at least not as much as he wanted. He still played music with a couple of bands in the area, but most nights he stayed at home. He did volunteer work, so he was usually in and out during the day; it kept him somewhat busy.

He hadn't got to know his neighbors. Sure, he would greet them as they passed but never introduced himself. He always felt that he was in a rush to get inside, or to his truck. There were a few young couples. No kids that he knew of or saw lived in his building. However, Scott had begun to notice a couple of young women that he usually saw together.

He hadn't thought about getting into another romantic relationship or even dating. It was too early for him. He had plenty of female friends or acquaintances, including some to which he was attracted. Yes, he had sexual desires, but ended up satisfying himself with a little help from the internet.

One evening he had just finished making some quesadillas, when he heard a knock at his door. It was unusual; hell, he never had visitors. He grabbed a t-shirt and put it on, then went to the door. He looked through the peep hole and saw a young woman. It was one of the girls he had seen before. He opened the door. "Hello?"

"Hi. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if you could help us out," she said in a soft friendly voice. She was visibly disturbed. She must have picked up on Scott's blank stare. "We've seen you around before. My friend and I live in the apartment downstairs." She gestured to the building across the entryway.

"Oh, yeah, I've seen you. Uh, how can I help you?" he asked.

"Well," she paused, fumbling for the best words, "it's best if you just come over. Can you?"

"OK, let me put some shoes on and make sure I turned the oven off. Come on in." He turned away from the door and headed to the kitchen. He checked the oven, then went into the living room. He slipped his shoes on, grabbed his keys, and headed back to the door. The girl was still standing there. She hadn't moved.

"Lead the way," he said. She turned to walk down the stairs. She was wearing black shorts and a gray t-shirt. As he followed her, he couldn't help but notice her perfect ass, and how long her slender legs were. She had light brown hair that was shoulder length. When she got to the bottom of the stair, she pointed to an open door in the opposite building and headed towards it.

When she got to the door, she stopped, turned to him, and said, "Come on in. It's this way." She went into the apartment and he followed. He quickly recognized the floor plan - it was a mirror image of his. He still had no clue as to what was going on, but she was headed back towards the bedroom and bathroom area. "This way," she said.

She walked to the bathroom. The door was closed, and she stopped in front of it. She turned to look at Scott. She was apparently struggling to find the right words. "It's my room mate. She slipped in the shower and has hurt herself. I can't get her up. Give me a second." With that, she squeezed into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

He could make out a conversation, at least parts of it. "I found that old guy who lives upstairs. He's right outside the door. Is that OK?"

He heard her room mate moan, then say, "it'll have to do." There were sounds of movement or rustling, then the door opened. The girl in the black shorts stood there and gestured for him to come in.

The bathroom was definitely a girls bathroom. The counter was littered with make-up and various hair appliances. His glanced past the girl and on the floor of the tub, partially covered with a towel, was her room mate. She was obviously in discomfort.

"Hi, I'm Scott. What's the problem?"

"I slipped and fell, and I think I somehow twisted my ankle. Anyway I can't get up and Teresa can't help me out by herself."

"OK. Let's see if we can get you up and out of there. Can you sit up?"

The girl in the tub replied, "It's really soapy and slick. I can't get a footing."

Scott turned to Teresa. "Do you have some extra towels?" he asked.

Teresa nodded, opened a small closet and pulled out a couple of towels. "This enough?"

"Yup, that'll do." He took one, and folded it in half, placing it the tub just behind the girl. "Teresa, is it?" She nodded. "Put that one under her legs. Be careful."

She followed his instructions.

"Now you might be able to get some traction. See if you can sit up now."

The girl in the tub used the towel behind her to sit up. Scott reached down and moved the towel to a better position. He continued to instruct her, "Now let's try to stand up. We'll go slow and easy. Teresa, be ready to help her if she needs it. I'll be right here to help steady her."

The girl in the tub reached up to the both of them, and they slowly raised her up. She almost started to slip, but Scott grabbed her firmly around the waist. With all of the movement, the towel that was covering her fell from her breasts, but no one was in position or had a free hand to move it back up. Scott normally would have enjoyed the view, but he was too busy trying to get her up and out of the tub without slipping back down.

"Which leg hurts?" he asked.

"My left one," she replied.

"OK, plant your right foot close to the edge of the tub. I'm going to grab a hold of you and lift you up and over. When I lift, bend your legs up to clear the side of the tub." He wrapped his arms around her body tightly. "Are you ready? On three then. One. Two. Three." He lifted her up, rotated her around, then lowered her back down. "How about you sit on the toilet there?" he finished, helping her to sit on the toilet.

Scott and Teresa helped her down. "I'll give you a few minutes," he said. He turned and went back out into the hall, pulling the door behind him. He figured they needed time to regroup and at least put a shirt on.

While waiting there, he couldn't help but hear some of what they said.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just glad to get out of the tub."

"Your tits were flopping all over the place."

There was some giggling. "Fuck, I didn't even notice."

"Let me go get you some clothes. Here's a towel to dry off with."

Moments later, Teresa opened the door, came out, and pulled the door behind her. She looked at Scott and gave a nervous smile. "I'll be right back," she said and turned to one of the bedrooms. A minute later she was coming back with some clothes. She went back into the bathroom and closed the door.

There was more talking, but Scott's thoughts went back to the image of the second girl. She was a blonde, a pretty face. And she had a nice set of boobs. Not huge by any means. A good match for her body size. Thinking back on what happened, he started to chuckle a little bit. He had to stifle that when Teresa opened the door. She stood there. Scott guess she didn't know what to say or do next.

"Is she ready to try to move to the living room?" he asked.

"Uh, sure. Let's try that," she replied. Then she turned to her room mate and asked. What do you think?"

"OK, I guess I can try it," the other girl said, somewhat timidly.

Scott went back into the bathroom. The other girl had put on a pair of baggy shorts and a loose t-shirt. He guessed it was something she usually slept in. "Alright. We'll help you stand up, then we'll support you while you make your way to the living room. Don't try to put any weight on your sore leg yet," he told her.

Teresa and Scott stood close to the girl, and she used them as support while she stood up. Then they hobbled their way to the living room where she sat down on the sofa.

"Great. That wasn't too bad," Scott said. "Do you want me to take a look at that leg? I'm not a doctor, but I have had some experience with injuries." She nodded. "Where does it seem to hurt most?"

"The ankle," she replied.

He gently grasped her lower leg and raised it up to where he could get a good look. There was some slight swelling around the ankle, but no discoloration. "Can you try to move it back and forth?" She moved her ankle up and down a bit. "How about side to side?" She tried that and moved it a little. "I'm going to press around a little. I'll go easy, but tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop."

He looked things over. Probably not broken, he thought. "It's probably a slight sprain. Teresa, can you get a bag of ice? And do you have an Ace bandage or elastic wrap?"

"I think we have one. I'll go get it." She disappeared to the bedrooms.

Scott looked at the girl. "You know my name. What's yours?"

"Tammy. Thanks so much for helping out. You saved me."

"Tammy, I don't think I saved you, but you're welcome." By then Teresa had returned with the bandage. "I'm going to wrap this around your ankle to give it some support and compression. The goal is to wrap it snug, but not so tight that it cuts off circulation." He proceeded to wrap her ankle. Teresa had gone to the kitchen and brought back a plastic bag of ice. He gently placed it on her ankle, and lowered it on the coffee table.

"It'll help to keep it iced and elevated. And don't put any weight on it for a while, OK?"

Tammy nodded. "It already feels better."

"I don't know if you need to go to the doctor or emergency room. If it were me, I'd rest it and see how it did before deciding. Got any Motrin or Advil? If so, that may help with any pain."

"We've got some" Teresa said. She sat down next to Tammy. "I'm sorry you slipped. How is it?

"It does feel better. And I was able to move it a little. I may have just been scared with the fall and all." They smiled at each other.

Scott briefly thought that they might be a bit more than room mates. It's not like they kissed, but maybe they almost did. "Well, I guess I'll head back to my place. If you need anything, holler." He smiled, then said, "It was nice to finally meet you both, but next time, just introduce yourselves."

"Thanks Scott, we owe you," Teresa said.

"Yeah, thank you Scott, you're a life saver," Tammy added.

He got up and headed to the door. Teresa followed, said goodbye, and shut the door behind him. It felt like he'd only been gone for ten or fifteen minutes, but his quesadilla was cold, and when he looked at his phone, he'd been gone for almost an hour. Still, it was an interesting way to spend part of an evening. He thought how nice it would be if he were younger. They were pretty girls.

That night the thoughts of the "near miss lesbian" activity returned to him. He browsed some female-on-female porn, ejaculated, and then went to bed. Oddly enough, Teresa and Tammy were in his dreams, and he woke up with morning wood stiffer than it had been in a long time.

The next day was uneventful. He went in for some of his volunteer work and got back mid-afternoon. It was going to be another evening at home that night. He was thinking about what to make for dinner when he heard a knock on the door.

He looked through the peep hole and there was Teresa. He opened the door and she was standing there, as beautiful as ever, smiling. "Hi Scott, how are you doing? Hope you don't have anything planned tonight."

"Hello Teresa. Nope, nothing planned. I was just thinking about dinner."

"Oh good, I'm not too late. Tammy and I want to invite you to our place for dinner. As a way of saying thanks for helping out last night. What do you say?"

"Y'all don't need to do that. But thanks anyway," Scott replied.

"We insist. You really helped Tammy out, and we'd like to have you over, cook you dinner, and let you know how much we appreciated it."

Scott didn't have a good reason not to accept. He wasn't use to this type of company. But hell, in the very least he wouldn't have to cook dinner. And it might be a pleasant change of pace to eat a meal with somebody other than himself. "OK, it's a date. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just yourself. Come on down around 6:30, OK?"

"Sure, and thanks!"

With that, she turned and almost hopped back down the stairs to her apartment. Scott shut the door. He took inventory of his limited wine stores. He had one bottle of white and a couple of reds. That's about all he knew of wine and was actually surprised he had three bottles. He wiped the dust off of two of them, put the white in the fridge, and went to go take a shower.

6:30 rolled around quicker that Scott thought it would. He made his way downstairs and knocked on the door. To his surprise, Tammy answered. "Hey, Hi Scott. Glad you could make it. Come on in and make yourself comfortable. Teresa's in the kitchen putting on the final touches."

He followed her in and sat down in a chair in the living room. "Hey, looks like you're getting around pretty good. I guess the ankle is all better?"

"It's still slightly sore, but otherwise pretty good. Can I get you a beer?"

"Sure, that'd be great." He was pleased and a little shocked that they had beer to offer. Oops, that reminded him. "Hey, I brought some wine." He got up, took the wine bottles to the counter with an opener. "Help yourself."

"Oooh, thanks Scott. You didn't need to do that." Tammy picked up one of the bottles. "Hey, I like this one. Teresa?" she showed the bottle to her. Teresa glanced and nodded. Tammy grabbed the opener, opened the bottle, and poured a couple of glasses. Then she pulled a beer out of the refrigerator. "Hey Scott, you want a glass?"

"No thanks, I drink it right out of the can or bottle." He was curious what kind of beer it would be.

She brought over a Shiner. Scott was glad that it was at least something with some flavor. "I like these. Thanks." He took a swig of the cold beer and looked over at Tammy, who had sat down on the sofa. She was wearing tight shorts and a snug t-shirt. It was obvious she didn't have a bra on; her nipples were slightly noticeable through the fabric.

"How long have you girls been living here?" He asked. He wasn't great at conversation with people he wasn't very familiar with, so had planned out some starters before he came down.

"Oh, about three months. This is a nice place, much nicer than were we lived before. And the neighbors are great." She smiled and winked at him.

"Yes, I like it here. It's quiet and the apartments are well designed. Roomy. I live alone in a 2 bedroom place, but I can see where 2 people could be very comfortable."

"You have a 2-bedroom place? Who's the other bedroom for?" she asked.

"No one. I need the extra room for all my crap. I also rent a large storage unit to keep my extra stuff in."

"Why do you have so much stuff?" she asked.

"Well, I used to live in a 4-bedroom house with a 3-car garage and a on-site workshop. I couldn't get rid of a lot of it, and somethings I wanted or needed to keep." He didn't go any further with details.

"So, what do you do? I mean for work?"

"I'm retired. I used to work in a laboratory in a hospital," he said.

"You look too young to be retired, Scott," she said.

"I guess I am. But I was ready for it." Again, he didn't go into specifics.

"OK, dinner's ready. Come on over," Teresa hollered.

It smelled Italian. On the table was a large bowl of salad, some garlic bread, and a lasagna. It looked good. Teresa pointed to a chair and said "You can sit there, Scott." Tammy had already sat down. Teresa grabbed the bottle of wine and topped of her and Tammy's glasses. She started to pour some in a glass in front of Scott, but Scott waved it off, pointing to his half full beer.

The food was delicious, and the conversation was light. Things like where the girls worked, what they did for fun, and where they were from. Scott let them guide the topics, and stayed superficial when it came to details about him. Everyone finished their meal, and no one was able to have seconds. Teresa said, "Let's go to the living room. Scott, you want another beer?"

"Sure. Can I help you clean up?" He grabbed his plate and started to reach for some of the other dishes.

"No, Scott, you're company. Leave that and we'll get it. Go relax and I'll bring you the beer."

He made his way to the living room, but Tammy had already sat in the chair, leaving just the sofa to sit down. Teresa came in and sat next to Scott, handing him a fresh beer. "Scott, we are so happy you were here to help us last night. I don't know what we would have done. And now we're glad we gotten to know you a little better."

"Ladies, thank you, and thanks so much for the dinner. It was very nice." He looked at them both.

Teresa hadn't been in on their earlier conversation, so she started in. "Scott, how is it a nice guy like you is living all by himself in a two bedroom apartment?"

"Well, as I told Tammy..."

"Come on Scott, give us the juicy details. You're not gay are you?" She asked.

Tammy piped in "Not that there's anything wrong with that."

Scott glanced at Tammy, wondering if she meant anything by that. "No, not gay. I guess I'm going to have to tell you the whole story." With that, he proceeded to give the entire history of his wife and family.

Both Tammy and Teresa were genuinely saddened. Teresa put her hand on Scott's leg. "I'm so sorry Scott. It sounds like you were a great couple."

He managed to put a thin smile on his face. "I'm doing good now. I've got my kids and some good friends." Then he added, "...and two new girlfriends to take care of me."

They all laughed a bit, mostly to relieve the tension brought on by the discussion of Scott's wife. Tammy asked, "So what do we do now? We could talk some more, or we have a few DVDs." She handed three DVD cases to Scott.

He looked through them and only recognized one, 'Boys Don't Cry.' "This is the only one I know, but I'm not sure I'm up to watching it. Isn't this the one she won the academy award for?"

Teresa grabbed the DVD and glanced at it. "Yes, it is. What's the matter Scott, you have a problem with the transgender thing?"

"No, no problem at all. It's just a little bit to heavy, and a little bit too sad. I'm pretty open minded and tolerant. I understand these people have real problems and are trying to deal with them the best way they know how. And they get a bunch of crap from most of society about it. I don't know any personally. Not sure I even know any at all, but I feel for them."

"That's an uncommon position on the subject for a white male," Tammy said. "You think you could ever be friends with a transgender person? Let's say a male to female trans person?"

"I think I could. I'd like to think I wouldn't have a problem with it, and that I could be understanding of their issues."

In reality, Scott had no problem with it. He had at times visited and viewed transgender pornography. He'd even spent an evening with a trans escort and enjoyed it fully. He felt guilty about it, not because of any transgender issues, but because he had cheated on his wife.

Tammy and Teresa were looking at each other, but Scott didn't pick up on it. He was momentarily in deep thought on the issue. The silence brought him back around, though, and he broke the ice, "You girls know any transgenders?"