Kelly and Ed

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Kelly cursed loudly, “Fucking shit arse bastard!”

She was lying in a heap on the cold ground, holding her ankle. She’d rolled it stepping off the sidewalk and into a pothole she’d not seen in the dim light of the early morning. Hot tears stung her eyes as the pain bloomed up her leg. She could feel her ankle beginning to tighten and swell.

“Fuck,” she whispered again, realising she was still at least 4km from home.

Kelly looked around for her phone, it had been in her hand before she’d fallen. Unable to see it nearby, she tentatively turned over, wincing as the pain in her ankle disagreed with her efforts. It lay the gutter next to her. She picked it up, hoping against hope that it would still be usable and was disheartened to see it was completely dead.

Kelly took a moment to still her mind and gather her thoughts. The shock of falling and the pain in her leg marred her need to think straight. She took a couple of deep breaths. First she had to get home but how? Shaking her head as she went over the possibilities, she decided to go with Plan A; she’d have to hobble home.

She rolled onto her knees, pushing herself up off the ground, gingerly placing her injured foot down on the ground to see if she could walk on it. Kelly stumbled as it gave way under her weight and cried out as sharp spears of pain shot up her leg and into her groin. Tears ran down her face. She was independent and used to looking after herself, not having to rely on others but she was going to have to. Bugger it, there was nothing else left to do but go with Plan B.

Kelly hobbled awkwardly in place. It was still early in the morning and traffic was light. At that moment she saw a car approaching. Everything she’d been told by her parents, media and society went through her mind…never get in a car with a stranger, never hitch hike, all men in cars are rapists and serial killers. In the split second she’d hesitated the car drove past her and she realised she should’ve been braver. Kelly felt a wave of hopelessness roll through her.

She tucked her broken phone into the pocket of her jacket and waited. Soon enough she saw a ute coming down the road. She had only a few seconds to decide what to do. Perhaps she could borrow his phone to call someone? With her heart thumping hard in her chest she put her hand up and waved at the oncoming utility.

Ed had seen the woman ahead of him on the sidewalk. There was little else to look at this early in the morning; she was wearing a loose black jacket, fitted Lycra exercise tights and running shoes. She was standing awkwardly on one foot and looked upset. He was surprised to see her arm go up, waving him down. Well he thought it was him she was signalling to but he looked in the rear view mirror to make sure. As the road behind him was clear he flicked on the indicator and moved over to the left, pulling up next to her.

He used the controls on his door to wind down the electric window and she leaned in.

“Hi, thanks for stopping. I’ve had a tumble and sprained my ankle. May I please borrow your phone to call someone to get me? Mine broke in the fall.”

She was trying to smile and her voice, while a little hesitant, was cheerful enough. She looked familiar and sounded familiar. He stared at her, his brain working overtime to work out how he knew her. Her hair was dishevelled, her eyes, in the half-light were dark but red-rimmed from crying and he could see the glisten of tears on her cheeks. She was biting her bottom lip nervously and pain flickered across her face, creasing her brow. She dropped her head so he couldn’t see her face and gasped, as a wave of pain must’ve run through her. Her hair had fallen across her face and he had a surprising urge to tuck it behind her ear. He saw she was looking at him oddly now, he’d been too quiet for too long. He shook himself.

“Oh hey. I’m sorry…I could be wrong but don’t I know you?”

She frowned, sighed with exasperation and shook her head, “What? No. I don’t think so.”

She turned her head to the side a little and looked hard at him and then her eyes widened, “Ed?”


Ed opened his door and walked around to her. She had straightened and was coming toward him when she hesitated as she remembered, too late, about her injured foot. She stumbled as it gave way under her and would’ve fallen but he rushed forward and caught her in time.

“Whoa! Hold on,” he said catching her under her arms, pulling her up towards him.

Kelly cried out, “Oh fuck!” She sobbed into his shoulder, clinging to him.

Ed held her tight, supporting her as she leaned into him.

“Come on. Let’s get you in the car.”

He opened the passenger door and supported her as she dropped into the seat. He lifted her leg carefully into the cab of the ute and shut the door, taking a second to think, “Kelly! Here in the middle of nowhere.” They’d not seen each other for nearly a year and it had ended weirdly. For one thing he’d thought they were great friends but she’d said casino şirketleri she needed some time, some space and she’d not contacted him since. He’d wanted to, had even emailed her a couple of times but she’d not been her usually open friendly self so he’d taken the hint and backed away.

He got into the car and turned to her.

“Kelly, what happened? What are doing out here?”

She turned her tear-stained face to his, “I walk out here a few times a week…and I’m usually pretty careful…cos you know it’s still pretty dark…but today, today…I stepped off the curb and didn’t see the pothole…I rolled my ankle…my phone smashed and…” she stopped to take a breath but lost some of her composure and put her head down. He could hear her swallowing hard, trying to continue.

Ed reached over and put his hand on her shoulder, “Hey it’s ok. Come on let’s get you home.”

He started the car and pulled out. “Are you still in your old place?”

She didn’t answer but nodded, looking ahead, occasionally wiping her face on her sleeve. They drove the few kilometres in silence. Ed’s mind was racing and he imagined Kelly would be just as surprised to see him, as he was to see her.

In minutes they’d arrived at her cottage. It was an old weatherboard two bedroom she’d bought from the proceeds of her divorce long before he met her. He’d been there a couple of times but not for anything other than a meal or a drink. He’d wanted more and he’d thought she wanted more too but she’d always put up a wall.

He jumped out of the car and rushed around to her side opening it before she had the chance to. He put his hands under her arms and carefully lifted her out. She gasped and grabbed the open door, her eyes closed as she adjusted to the throbbing that was coursing around her ankle.

“Come on, lean on me, I’ll help you inside.”

Ed could feel waves of resistance coming off her. She obviously wanted to be alone but knew she couldn’t manage. She laid her arm over the back of his shoulders as he put his own around her back. It took a while but slowly they made their way up the path and the stairs to her front door.

“You got your key?” he asked.

Kelly unzipped her jacket and Ed couldn’t help but glance at the fitted singlet top, the way it curved around her breasts, the swell of pale skin exposed by the low neckline. She reached into the waistband of her tights and produced a key, handing it to him. Ed unlocked the door and pushed it open, again supporting Kelly as she limped inside. He kicked the door shut behind them.

“Right, where to first?” He asked.

They were in the hallway. Ahead of them the open plan living, kitchen and dining room opened out onto a huge veranda overlooking some native bush. On the left was the master bedroom with ensuite bathroom and to the right, the guest bedroom.

“I don’t know. Should I strap it first?” Kelly’s quiet voice hid what was really going on. Her mind was in turmoil. Ed! Of all the people that would stop this morning she’d never have thought of him. She wondered what he thought about seeing her again.

“Why don’t you have a shower and get changed. Then I’ll strap it for you and get some ice onto it. You won’t be going to work today so you may as well get yourself settled in for the day.”

Kelly groaned, work! She’d forgotten about that. Bugger. Then she blushed hotly.

“Um, I don’t want to hold you up. I’ll be fine. You get going. You must’ve been on your way to work?” she stammered not looking at him.

She could feel his eyes on her and she glanced at him quickly. He was smiling at her. She felt a little cross. What the fuck was there to smile about?

“Kelly, you can’t even walk across the room by yourself, how do you expect to do anything. I flew in this morning from a contract I was doing up north so no one is expecting me soon. Stop being silly, come on.”

He all but dragged her into the bedroom walking her in the direction of the bathroom.

“Ed! Stop. Please. I don’t want your help,” Kelly was moving away from him.

Ed did stop and she let go, stumbling over to the chest of drawers, backing up to them, her face twisting in agony as she did so. Gasping she fought back the tears that threatened to spill. She was tired of crying.

“Ok. You don’t want my help? You don’t want me to get you some painkillers? Get the ice you’ll need for your ankle? Get you some breakfast? Make you a coffee? Put some pillows on the couch for you to rest your leg on? Get you a blanket, the TV remote, the phone, some water and snacks for the day? You can do all that without someone to help you?”

Ed was being sarcastic and mean. She was behaving like a child and he wanted her to know it.

Kelly looked at him wide-eyed. She chewed on her lip again. It’s what she did when she was anxious or thoughtful. Moments passed and Ed continued to stare at her, waiting. Refusing to break the silence.

Kelly thought of what he’d said. Immediately she’d wanted to casino firmaları say something smart and clever back at him. He was being an arse but she realised that she was too. He was right she did need help. It didn’t need to be him but he was here. It would be an hour or more before any of her friends could come over and even then they’d be in a rush to get to work. She sighed and resigned herself to having this unsettling man in her house. And he did still unsettle her, even after their time apart. His presence, the way he looked at her as though he knew her. And he did. From their first contact he’d been intuitive and kind, smart and funny. He seemed to be able to read her, to know her. He was easy company and she’d enjoyed their time together. He’d had her completely under his spell, unwittingly she’d gone along with it and then realised, in time, that it was madness and she’d withdrawn from him.

“I’m sorry, you’re right of course. I do need some help and you’re here. Thank you,” she whispered softly.

Ed felt a pang of guilt at being such a prick. It must’ve taken a lot for her to say that. There was history and an undercurrent of the past swirling around them and she was obviously distraught. He’d be careful.

“Ok then, come on,” he stepped forward and put his arm around her again.

In the bathroom she leaned against the basin while he got her a towel and put a couple more on the floor so she wouldn’t slip on the tiles. He went to the veranda and brought back a plastic chair for her to sit on while she washed herself. She told him what clothes to get, blushing and stammering as she explained where he’d find her bra and knickers. He was grinning at her discomfit and she couldn’t help but grin back. It eased the tension a bit. He turned on the shower and waited for the hot water and then adjusted the temperature.

“Right, you have everything I think. Do you need a hand getting undressed?” His eyes were sparkling with mischief. He was enjoying this too much.

Kelly shook her head, “Not likely you pervert! I’ll manage on my own thanks.”

She was trying to sound gruff but couldn’t help feeling that she was falling back into the warm comfortable way they used to be together. It was hard to fight it.

“Ok well it’s up to you. Just so long as you know I’m very experienced at undressing the ladies so call out if you need me,” he said cheekily as he closed the door behind him.

Kelly caught sight of herself in the mirror. She was grinning like a crazy woman. She took another closer look, oh God she looked like crap. Her dark mid-length hair was in complete disarray, her middle-aged face, while not too bad for a woman in her 40’s, today looked old and pale, her eyes, red and puffy. Ah well, that’ll stop him fancying you, you silly old cow she scolded herself. Kelly hesitated. Stop him fancying her? She didn’t want him to. She shook her head to rid herself of the images her oversexed brain was in the process of conjuring.

She undressed, throwing her clothes into the hamper. She tied her hair into a loose topknot to keep it from getting wet before she inched herself into the cubicle, gratefully falling onto the seat Ed had brought in. She washed herself, shaved her legs, scrubbed her face and then sat under the running water for a bit, enjoying the sensation of warmth and comfort. Ed was annoyingly right, having a shower and getting dressed into clean clothes was the best thing to do.

Kelly took her time getting dry, she didn’t want to fall and have to call Ed in to help her…not naked anyway! Grief, when was the last time a man had seen her naked? Months probably. She’d spent more than a few nights over the past year or more masturbating on her own.

She managed to get her bra and knickers on and slipped a loose cotton dress over her head. Exhausted she leaned against the bathroom sink. Her leg was throbbing and she longed to sit down. She shook her hair out and brushed the tangles as best she could. She still looked like crap but at least she was clean.

She opened the door, “Ed? Are you there?” she asked.

He called out in reply and came into the bedroom. He paused, Jesus she was a picture. She’d brushed out her hair and it was falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Her face was just as he remembered, open, warm and friendly. She’d lost the look of hesitation and anxiety that she’d been wearing since they met on the side of the road. He wasn’t sure if it was the darkness of her hair or if she’d always looked this pale. He assumed it was the pain. His eyes drifted down her body taking in the way her dress clung to her curvy hips and full breasts, how he could make out the soft nubs of her nipples. He remembered the many times he’d wanted to take that curvy body and do things to her that would make her call out his name. He admired her legs and her feet. He had a thing for women’s feet. Some would say it was a fetish but he liked to think of it as an appreciation. Some men loved bums and tits, he liked feet and Kelly had lovely feet.

“Ahem! güvenilir casino What are you looking at young man?” She said with mock firmness.

He grinned, “What a difference a shower makes.”

He was pleased to see her blush lightly. She blushed a lot. For all her confident bravery, her openness and the way she loved to flirt it was easy to make her blush.

“I’m starving and I need drugs and coffee,” she retorted, reaching an arm out to him.

He put his arm around her again and this time he could feel the soft swell of her breast under his fingertips, could smell her scent in her hair, on her skin, could feel the way her hip bumped into his as she hobbled. He could feel the stirrings of desire in his groin.

In the lounge he helped her sit down on the chaise. Her dress had ridden up to expose her thighs as she manoeuvred herself back against the cushions. Ed felt the dark surge of lust fill his cock and he immediately felt guilty for it. She was in pain and needed help not a pervert taking advantage of her situation.

Kelly was in agony. Moving onto the chaise, trying to get comfortable was excruciating and she was conscious that her dress was showing a bit too much. A quick glance at Ed and she was grateful to see that he hadn’t noticed, he was busying himself putting pillows under her leg.

Once she was settled he got the first aid box from the pantry and found a compression bandage. He wound it carefully around her ankle and foot. He resisted the urge to kiss her instep, to slip his tongue between the red-tipped toes. He resisted the urge to run his fingertips up the inside of her slightly parted thighs. He wanted to kiss his way up her belly to her breasts. His cock was now throbbing in his pants and he hoped his jeans were loose enough to hide what he felt for sure was, his obvious erection.

“Right, how’s that feel? Not too tight? Too loose?” His voice was hoarse and he hoped she hadn’t noticed.

Kelly was studying her swollen bandaged foot. “It feels good. Thanks for that. You’re an expert!” She was smiling though her face was still very pale.

Ed frowned at her and retorted in mock dismay, “I’ll have you know that I’m the first aid officer at work. I have a certificate and everything.”

He was secretly pleased when she laughed at his silly joke.

“I’ll get you those drugs and then some breakfast.”

He brought her a half-empty packet of strong painkillers he found in the cabinet.

“Kelly these are really strong drugs! Should you be taking these? Won’t they make you, I don’t know, a little high?” Ed asked concerned.

Kelly nodded, “Yup. They’re really strong. I used them when I had some dental surgery last year. I’ll take two now so they really kick in and then I’ll take one every few hours to keep the edge off.”

Ed handed her a glass of water and disappeared into the kitchen. Kelly laid her head back and waited for the drugs to work. Her ankle was already feeling slightly better from being elevated and strapped. She sighed. She could hear Ed in the kitchen making breakfast and her stomach grumbled, as she smelled the coffee and toast. The first wave of opiate bliss rolled through her, from her head to her toes. She moaned in delight. She knew why people became addicted to drugs, they do make you feel so very good. She was starting to feel a little woozy. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey are you ok?” Ed was sitting next to her holding a plate of warm buttery toast dripping with marmalade and a cup of frothy coffee.

Kelly grinned inanely, “Oh yeah. Drugs are working real well.”

Ed handed her the plate and put the coffee on the side table. He disappeared for a moment and then reappeared with a plate for himself. They ate in silence.

“God you make good toast. Fuck this is delicious! How’d you make the toast taste so good? I never make it this good. Jeez you’re a chef as well as a nurse?”

Ed was staring at Kelly. She was off her face, completely high. He chuckled.

“Oh yeah. I’m a chef all right. Me and toast go way back.”

Kelly was sipping her coffee and raving about the virtues of the bean, the way it grows, roasts and where it’s grown. She was making no sense.

“Hey do you think the drugs are working? Can you feel any pain?” Ed asked bemusedly.

Kelly looked at him with glassy dilated eyes, “Pain? No there’s no pain baby. I’m feeling really good. You know, I should’ve had these pills before I went for my walk this morning then I wouldn’t have felt any pain when I fell over.”

Ed laughed, “True. Should I get you some ice?”

Kelly glanced at him and he noticed she couldn’t focus on him.

“Ice? Why? Are we having vodka?”

Ed shook his head. She was well and truly off with the fairies. He took their dishes and put them in the dishwasher. It was nearly full so he turned it on and wiped down the bench. He got a plate and put some fruit and crackers on it. He filled a bottle with water and took it all into the lounge. Kelly was asleep. Her mouth was open slightly and she was breathing deeply. He put the food down on the coffee table next to her and covered her in the blanket that lay over the back of the chaise. He put the TV remotes and the phone next to her.

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