The Date

By Ed Carlson

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This story is fictitious. The names of the persons used herein are for purposes

of illustration only and do not represent persons living or dead.

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“Bobbie, it’s for you,” Annie said. “John wants to talk to you. Come on, wake up.”

“What did you say?” Bobbie said, still almost asleep as she struggled to awaken.

“John is on the phone and wants to talk to you,” Annie said in an annoyed tone of voice.

“Hello?”

“Bobbie, I have the night off. Can we get together?” John’s voice said over the phone.

“Sure, I don’t think I have anything going. Let me wake up.”

“I thought we might go out for dinner and then maybe drive up to the cabin. I bought some new CDs that we can really crank up there. The nearest neighbor is fifteen miles away over the hills.”

“That sounds great. How soon will you be over?”

“When can you be ready?”

“Give me forty-five minutes. I still need to shower.”

“OK, see you then,” John said.

“Bye,” Bobbie replied, then hung up the phone.

“So what’s going on?” Annie quizzed.

“John is taking me out to dinner, and then we’re like going up to his cabin to hang,” Bobbie answered. “I’ve got to get moving.”

She got up off the couch and headed for her room on the second floor.

“I’m jealous,” Annie hollered up the stairs after her.

Bobbie just turned and gave her a big grin as she went into her room. She quickly undressed and went into her bathroom, then standing there completely nude, started the shower. She wound her hair up in a towel and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt good, and Bobbie wished she could spend more time watching the water cascading down over her lovely curvaceous body. She had a great figure and enjoyed showing it off by the revealing clothes she liked to wear. Tonight would be no exception.

She finished her shower and stepped out onto the mat to dry herself. As she caressed her body with the large fluffy towel, she enjoyed touching and feeling her natural curves. She especially enjoyed her feeling of touch and looking in the full length mirror as her hands ran over her body. She completed drying herself and then applied some bath powder. She applied some of her makeup before she went into her large walk-in closet crammed full of clothes. She chose the black dress—the one that John had complimented before. It was tight fitting and held up only by two small straps.

She sat on the bed and put on her pantyhose, then her black strapless bra that she used with the dress. She really wanted to stay liberated, but the bra was needed to hold her just right. Bobbie was almost mesmerized as she watched her long delicate fingers work the catches on the bra.

She wiggled her way into the black, tight fitting dress and, after smoothing it out, returned to her bathroom. She finished applying her makeup, then stepped back and admired herself in the full length mirror. She was just finishing up when she heard John drive up.

Bobbie walked down the stairs just as John rang the bell. She opened the door and greeted him with a rather passionate kiss.

“Wow! I should come over every day,” he said when the lip lock ended.

“I wouldn’t complain,” she said as she stepped back.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

“Are we coming back here before we go up to the cabin?” Bobbie quizzed.

“I’d like to head out right after dinner, if it’s OK with you,” he replied. “That way, we won’t have to drive back through town. We can spend the night up at the cabin if you want.”

“That’s fine with me,” she said with a seductive grin on her face. “Let me throw a few things in a bag. It’ll only take a minute.”

“Do it,” he said with a similar seductive grin. “I have the rest of the things we need out in the car.”

Bobbie gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then ran up the stairs. She quickly found her overnight bag, then put a sweatshirt and some blue jeans in it. She grabbed some socks and sneakers. Her last stop was her bathroom where she quickly gathered up her cosmetics. She zipped up the small bag and headed down the stairs. John was standing in the kitchen talking to Annie in the kitchen.

“I assume by the bag that you’ll be gone all night,” Annie said jealously.

“You got it,” Bobbie replied. “We’re going up to John’s cabin. He has some new CDs and a system we can crank up there.”

“Ready?” John asked as he turned to Bobbie.

“Let’s go, I’m starved,” Bobbie replied. “I’ll see you sometime tomorrow Annie.”

“Have fun you two,” Annie said with a sly grin as John and Bobbie started for the door.

The two of them walked down the walk, and John held the door while Bobbie put her small bag in the back seat. She couldn’t help but notice the large bag on the seat as well. She slid into the passenger’s seat being sure to show a lot of leg. John closed the door, then got in on his side. He started the car and pulled out onto the side street.

“So where are you taking me?” Bobbie asked.

“How about The Steak House?” he replied.

“Good, I’d like some meat,” she quipped.

“That’s exactly what I had in mind,” John said with a large grin on his face. “I’ll see that you get all you can handle.”

The traffic was relatively light, and they were soon at the restaurant. John parked the car, then helped Bobbie out of her side. They walked side by side to the entrance where John held the door for her. They went inside and were promptly seated. Almost instantly, a waiter was at their table asking them if they would like any beverages. They both indicated that they would like martinis, and the waiter left them to their conversation.

“So what do you have in mind for tonight?” Bobbie asked.

“I was hoping that we could continue some of the bondage games we were playing last time,” John replied.

“You mean you want to immobilize my arms again by tying them behind my back?” she said.

About that time, the waiter brought their drinks and they both placed their steak orders. The waiter left, and John continued: “I’ve got something better. Remember the time we tried the Novocain?”

“Yes. I couldn’t feel them, but I could still move them,” Bobbie replied. “It wasn’t that great.”

“My friend Oscar, the pharmaceutical salesman, tells me this will do the trick.” John said. “This stuff is a lot more powerful. He showed me right where to give you the shots near the shoulder blade that will completely immobilize your arms.”

“Will I be able to feel anything with my hands?” she asked.

“No. Nothing at all. Just like last time,” he replied. “Only this time you won’t be able to move your arms—including your shoulders.”

“How long will the effects last?” Bobbie quizzed.

“Until I give you the shot of antidote,” John said. “If we leave the stuff active for more than four hours, the effects become permanent though.”

“What!” Bobbie said in an elevated voice.

“Calm down,” he said quietly. “All I need to do is to give you the second shot, and everything will be fine.”

“And what happens if we wait too long?” she said.

“We’ll both keep an eye on the clock, and I’ll give you the second shot after only three hours,” John replied. “That way, we’ll have at least an hour safety margin.”

The waiter brought them their salad.

“I’m going to have to think about this,” Bobbie said once the waiter had left.

“Do that,” John said as he began to eat his salad. “Let’s eat and not talk about it for a while. My friend got me some good coke too.”

“John, please. You know how I feel about you using,” Bobbie replied.

The waiter brought their steaks, and they ate in relative silence. Soon they were finished with their meal and decided to pass on dessert. The waiter brought them their check, and John paid with his credit card. They left the restaurant and headed out of town. On the way, John pulled into a liquor store and came out with a large paper sack.

“What all did you buy?” Bobbie quizzed when he got back in the car.

“A little of everything,” John replied. “The bar is almost empty.”

“Did you bring anything to eat, or are we just going to drink?” Bobbie asked.

“The food is in the ice chest in the trunk,” John said. “I stopped on the way over to your place.”

They continued their drive out of town and up into the mountains. It was almost dark when John pulled off the main highway and up a gravel road. After about fifteen minutes, he pulled into the driveway and parked the car next to the cabin.

“You take the booze, and I’ll get our bags,” John said.

They got out, and as she was asked, Bobbie carried the sack laden with liquor. John locked the car and led the way up onto the verandah style porch of the cabin. It was almost dark, and they could just make out the lake in front of the cabin. John fumbled with the lock and finally got the door open. He stepped inside and found the light switch. He held the screen door for Bobbie and then followed with their two bags. He set his bag on the floor and put hers on the bed in the large bedroom, then went back for the ice chest with the food. When he returned, he put it in the kitchen. Bobbie, in the meantime, busied herself stocking the bar and building a fire in the large rock fireplace.

“So what did you decide?” John quizzed as he poured drinks for both of them.

“What else did you bring in that bag?” Bobbie asked.

“I brought the peg leg that you wear sometimes.”

“Naw. My knee rests in the saddle OK, but my foot sticks out the back unrealistically, and when we tried to make me bend my leg further, I couldn’t control it. What else?”

“I brought the braces.”

“I don’t think so. They look all right, but they don’t turn me on like pretending to be an amputee does,” she said.

“I brought the duct tape.”

“That works fine. Sometimes it pulls the hair on my arms when we take it off though. I usually end up with some of the adhesive on me, and I don’t like to deal with it,” she said, then walked over to the bar where John was standing. He handed her a drink. She took a large drink and said, “Oh, what the hell; let’s go with the shots.”

“Are you sure?” John quizzed.

“Yes, let’s do it,” Bobbie replied. “But first I want to screw you with my arms available so that I can hold you. Undress me.”

John didn’t need a second invitation. He began by helping her remove the sexy black dress that had been helping to turn him all on night. While he draped it over a chair, she sat down and he carefully removed each one of her black high heel shoes and gently rubbed her feet. She stood up, and they both removed her pantyhose. In the process, he rubbed her crotch just a little in a tease.

Now wearing only her bra and bikini panties, Bobbie began to undress John. She started by unbuttoning his shirt carefully, even though he wanted to just rip it off by this time. She carefully, almost ceremoniously, removed his shirt and hung it neatly over the back of a chair. She had him sit down and removed his shoes and socks. John received a foot rub when they were off. He stood back up so that she could unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. As soon as she did, she slid her hand inside his shorts and rubbed his very erect manhood. She had him sit back down while she removed his pants and again hung them carefully over the seat of the chair. He stood back up and took her in his arms, and a very passionate kiss commenced. By the time they had finished, her bra was lying on the floor at their feet.

“So where would you like to fuck me first?” Bobbie whispered.

“I’ve always liked the bearskin rug here in front of the fireplace,” John whispered back.

“That works for me,” she replied. “Turn off the light.”

John turned away to turn off the light switch. When he turned back, Bobbie was lying on the bearskin rug, completely nude, basking in the glow of the crackling fireplace. Almost instantly, John was beside her on the bearskin rug. In a flash, his shorts were history and both of them were there totally unclothed.

Heavy petting started, and soon full-blown sex with several wild orgasms was in progress. When they were finished, they were both exhausted as they lay there beside each other.

Finally Bobbie asked, “Would you like another drink?”

“Sure,” John replied.

Bobbie got up and fixed them both drinks, then sat cross-legged on the bearskin rug facing him.

“Do you want to hear the CDs now?” John asked.

“No, not yet. I want to talk about paralyzing my arms,” she said seriously. “John, are you sure that it’s safe? I’d hate like hell to wind up with my arms permanently paralyzed.”

“Oscar says it is,” he replied. “He said to make a little circle on your back with the pen so that I know right where to put the second shot. No big deal.”

“If you’re sure it’s safe, let’s give it a try,” she said. “Just don’t screw up.”

He got up off of the rug and helped Bobbie to her feet. They walked into the bedroom where John took two bottles and a syringe out of his bag. He had her lie face down on the bed with her hands supporting her chin.

“Now tell me when the tips of your fingers tingle,” he said as he began pressing on the bottom of her shoulder blades.

“That’s it,” she said after he had pressed in several places.

John made a circle about the size of a dime with a marking pen and began feeling her other shoulder blade. When she said that her other hand was tingling, he marked this site too.

“Now what?” Bobbie asked.

“The bottle with the red label will cause the paralysis, and the one with the green label is the antidote and will revive it.”

John filled the syringe with the contents of the red-labeled bottle, then with an alcohol wipe cleaned the area inside the circles he had drawn on her back.

“Are you ready?” John asked as he picked up the syringe and evacuated all of the air out until a little squirt came out.

“Go for it,” Bobbie replied.

John emptied half of the contents in one site and the other half in the other.

“How does that feel?” he asked as he put the syringe on the nightstand.

“It doesn’t hurt or anything. I could feel you put the needle in, and then I didn’t feel anything else,” she said.

“Just lie there while I wash out the syringe,” John said as he got up and went into the bathroom. “OK, it’s nine o’clock. We need to give you the other shot around midnight. At one it will become permanent.”

“I’ll watch the clock like a hawk,” Bobbie replied as John walked back in the room. “Let me feel your tool one more time while I still can.”

John walked over by the bed, and Bobbie, still nude, rolled over. She tried to reach up, but her arm wouldn’t respond.

“My God! It worked,” she exclaimed excitedly. “I can’t move my arm at all. It’s like it isn’t there. This feels so strange.”

“Try to move the other one,” he said.

“It doesn’t work either!” she replied. “Neither of my arms work at all. This is so cool.”

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. “Can you feel anything at all?”

“No. Are you doing something to me?” she asked with her eyes tightly closed.

“Now open your eyes,” he said. “I’ve been squeezing your hands as tight as I could.”

“I couldn’t feel it at all,” she said excitedly. “This is so cool. I can’t move or feel my arms at all.”

“So what do you want to do now?” he asked.

“I want to fuck you,” she said, sliding off of the bed and standing up. “But first, I want to see myself in the mirror.”

She walked into the bathroom and examined herself from several angles. Her unmoving arms hung uselessly by her side. He walked up behind her. With his left hand, he reached around and grabbed her left breast, while with his right hand, he felt her pubic hair patch and then began fingering her.

“John, don’t!” she commanded. “You know I don’t like that!”

“So just what the hell are you going to do about it?” he said as she began unsuccessfully to try to squirm away from him.

“I can’t do anything to stop you,” she said sheepishly. “Please stop.”

He released his grasp and stepped back.

“I’m going to have another drink. Do you want one too?” he asked as he left for the bar.

“Sure. Please fix me one too,” she said sweetly, still admiring her completely nude body and unusable arms.

John walked into the living room and added another log to the fire and then went behind the bar. He fixed both the drinks and set them on the bar. He opened the drawer and took out a small baggy, a razor blade, a mirror, and a short straw. He dumped a small amount of the white powder on the mirror and used a razor blade to make nice, neat little lines. He put the straw up one of his nostrils and inhaled one of the lines of coke. He did the same for the other nostril. Two little rows were left when Bobbie walked into the room.

“Do you want a line?” John asked.

“No!” she said emphatically. “You know damn well that I don’t do drugs and I wished you wouldn’t either.”

“Hey, it’s just a little coke. It won’t hurt you,” he replied.

“What if you should OD and pass out? How am I going to give myself the antidote shot? I can’t even wiggle a finger, let alone give myself a shot in the middle of the back where I can’t reach it.”

“OK. There’s your drink,” he said, picking up his and taking a healthy drink.

Bobbie bent down and tried to drink it from the top of the glass with no luck. She reflexively tried to get her arm to move to pick up the drink.

“I’m going to need a straw,” she said.

John took a straw out of the drawer and laid it on the bar beside her drink. Bobbie knew it was now up to her to get the straw into the drink. She positioned herself and twisted her head until she could pick up the straw with her lips and teeth. She tilted her head and slid the straw into the drink and took a good healthy swallow.

“Wow. You mixed that one strong,” she said when she caught her breath.

“I might have stiffened them up a little,” he replied as he poured himself another.

She finished her drink, and John quickly polished off the latest one.

“Are you ready again?” he asked.

“Let’s do it, but first put on the CD,” Bobbie replied.

They walked over to the stereo, and John took one of the rock CDs out of the case. He slipped it in the machine and turned up the volume. It was loud but not deafening.

He led her back to the bearskin rug, and he lay down on his back. Bobbie got down on her knees and rested back on her haunches beside him. Her lifeless arms hung by her side as she leaned down and began to caress his manhood. It didn’t take long for his manhood to become an erection.

Bobbie straddled him and lay on his chest. She wiggled around and just about had it in, but it missed its mark. She repositioned herself and, with John’s assistance, managed to get coupled.

“So now what are you going to do?” he asked as she lay there on his chest, trying to sit up, her unusable arms crumpled at strange angles on either side of her.

“Help me sit up,” she asked. “You know the position, like I ride you.”

John pushed her up by her shoulders. Her arms followed and hung limply at her side. She began a rocking motion, and soon both were climaxing.

When they finished, he gently lowered her back down without uncoupling, and she lay on his chest.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” he whispered.

“God yes!” she said in a hoarse whisper. “I wanted to touch my clit, and I couldn’t get my hands to move. I had to look down to still see that they were by my side. I could only feel a weight on my back, not even on my shoulders.”

They lay there for a few minutes, then she rolled off of him and lay on her back. John sat up and looked at her.

“Is that comfortable?” he asked.

“It feels like I’m lying on something,” Bobbie replied. “What is it?”

“Your arm,” he replied. “You’re lying on your arm. Can you feel it?”

“No. Not at all,” she said. “I can feel it below my back but not my arm.”

He pulled her arm out from under her, then got up. He used the bathroom and came back to the bearskin rug where she was still lying.

“I want to try writing my name with my toes like we did when I was duct taped,” she said.

John found the paper and pencil, then laid them on the floor next to her feet. She tried unsuccessfully to pick up the pencil with her toes and had to ask John to put it between her toes. She worked diligently at trying to write her name. When she finished, only the “B” was recognizable.

John excused himself and went into the bathroom. The pills that Oscar had given him were in the little bag that he carried. He washed down a handful with a glass of water. He walked back into the living room where Bobbie was still struggling with the pen between her toes.

“What have you been doing? I heard the water running,” she asked.

“Oscar fixed me up with some good stuff in pill form,” he replied.

“You better lay off that shit,” she scolded. “I’d hate to have you pass out and we miss the window to give me the antidote.”

“Give it a rest. I know what I’m doing,” he replied. “Do you want a few?”

“No way man. I don’t want to chance it,” she said. “It’d just be my luck to be stuck like this for the rest of my life.”

John got up and went into the bedroom. He picked up the package that contained the pills and poured out about a dozen into his hand. He walked back into the living room on the way to the kitchen being sure that Bobbie could see the pills. He poured a glass of water.

“John, please!” Bobbie pleaded as he began taking the pills. “Don’t take them.”

He ignored her and continued to take the pills. When he was finished, he brushed past her on the way into the living room and the bar where he fixed himself another drink.

“If you’re going to do that, give me the second shots now while you can still stand up,” Bobbie demanded. “I don’t want you passing out on me.”

“I’m not going to pass out. I feel fine. In fact, better than fine,” he roared. “In fact, I feel like a swim. Care to join me?”

“John, no!” Bobbie pleaded. “Don’t go. Remember all those snags just under the water. You might get hung up on one. The last time, I caught my bathing suit on one.”

“Ya. It pulled your top off, and you showed off those nice boobs to everyone at the party,” he said as he felt her breasts.

“John, don’t. I don’t want you touching me when you’re like this,” Bobbie scolded.

“Like what?” he replied as he continued to feel her breasts.

“High and drunk,” Bobbie snapped.

“So what are you going to do about it?” he said as he moved one of his hands down to her pubic hair area. “Slap my face?”

“You know damn well that I can’t,” she said as she started to cry. “Come on, give me the shots now. I don’t want to be like this anymore.”

“Right after I finish my swim,” he said as he let go of her and started for the door. “Coming?”

“John! Please!” Bobbie sobbed. “Give me the shots now. Please.”

“I’ll be right back,” he said and walked to the door.

“John, come back!” she pleaded as he started down the stairs and the path that led to the dock.

Bobbie went to the door and watched him go down the path, then followed him. He had reached the end of the dock just as she reached the dock. He dove in and surfaced almost immediately. Bobbie was at the ladder on the far end by the time John climbed up the ladder.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go in?” he said. “The water feels great.”

“NO!” Bobbie exclaimed. “I don’t want to go swimming! I just want you to give me the shots so I can use my arms and hands.”

“One more dive,” he said as he stood at the side of the dock. “Have you ever seen my sailor dive? You should be able to do this.”

“Please be careful,” she said.

With his arms held stiffly at his side, he dove into the dark water. He blew some bubbles but did not surface. Bobbie walked over to the side where he had dived in and looked into the black water. She saw more bubbles, but he did not surface.

“John!” she screamed. “For God’s sake, come up.”

She continued to peer into the blackness. Only occasional bubbles appeared. But other than that, the water remained calm as the moon cast its reflection—a long bright streak—over the place where he had submerged.

“Damn it John, come up!” she screamed at the water.

Her screams were useless, and he did not appear on the surface. She saw only calm water and, now, not even bubbles.

Bobbie started running back to the cabin. She was half way up the path when she stumbled. Without the use of her arms to catch herself, she fell hard on her breasts. The fall knocked the wind out of her momentarily, and she had to lie there a moment to catch her breath.

“Damn him,” she said to herself as she struggled to get to her feet.

She walked up the steps and went inside. She used her butt to push the door closed. She frantically looked around for a telephone, then remembered that John had told her that he didn’t have a phone in order to keep from being disturbed at his hideaway.

Bobbie thought of her cell phone. She found her purse, picked it up by the strap with her teeth, and took it into the bedroom. She struggled to get it unzipped using only her teeth. She emptied the entire contents onto the bed. Her cell phone was a flip type, and she managed to get it open. Using her tongue, she managed to turn it on only to find the little red ‘NO SERVICE’ light came on. Again using only her tongue, she pressed 911, then pressed send. Nothing happened. The cell phone would not work down in this little valley with the steep sides.

She was crying when she got up off of her knees where she had been kneeling by the bed. She looked at the clock. It was eleven-thirty. She still had an hour and a half.

She looked for the syringe and bottle of antidote. She found them both on the bathroom vanity.

She saw the empty bottle there too. She looked closely at the empty and began reading the label. She shuddered when she read: ‘Caution: May cause circulation difficulty. If circulation problems exist, administer part B immediately.’

She stood up and looked closely in the bathroom mirror. Both of her arms were darker than the other parts of her body. She laid her right arm on the vanity top and pressed her cheek against her forearm. It felt cold to her cheek. “Oh shit!” she said out loud.

She went back into the living room and tried to go outside. She couldn’t work the doorknob with her useless hands no matter how hard she tried. She was crying again when she sat down on the floor and managed to finally get the door open by using her feet.

She walked down the steps and continued on down the path to the dock. She walked to the end of the dock and peered into the black water again. There was not even a bubble now. She shuddered when a cold breeze suddenly chilled her totally nude body, and she walked slowly back to the house.

It was midnight when she looked at the clock on the bedroom nightstand. She lay down on the bed and started crying. The last time she looked, it was one o’clock. She knew her temporary paralysis was now permanent. She looked at her now very dark and discolored arms, then closed her eyes. It was going to be a long walk home when daylight came.

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