My roommate had to undress me every night after I broke my leg

I shattered my ankle skateboarding three weeks ago full cast, crutches, can’t even pull my own pants off without help. My roommate (the one who’s been eye fucking me since move in day) volunteered to be my “nurse.”

Every night the routine: he helps me hobble to my room, sits me on the bed, carefully peels off my hoodie, then my leggings or sweats, always super respectful, eyes averted, hands gentle. I’ve been in just panties and a tank underneath, nipples hard every time because the tension is killing me.

Tonight I’m extra frustrated. pain meds wearing off, horny from boredom. He’s kneeling to slide my yoga pants down, fingers brushing my thighs more than necessary.

I catch his wrist when he gets to my hips.

“Look at me.”

He does. Eyes dark, breathing already heavier.

I let go, lean back on my elbows, spread my good leg a little.

“You can touch if you want.”

That’s all it takes.

He doesn’t ask twice. Pants off completely, panties hooked with his thumbs and yanked down slow. Tank top pushed up to my neck, tits out. He spreads my legs carefully around the cast, drops to his knees on the floor.

Thick, hard, out in seconds. No condom he knows I’m on the pill. He rubs the head through my folds once, finds me soaked, and slides in raw, one deep, careful thrust that makes me arch and moan loud enough for the thin walls to hear.

He fucks me slow at first, mindful of the cast, one hand under my thigh, the other pinning my hip. Bed creaking soft, my nails digging into his arms.

“Been dreaming about this pussy every night I undressed you,” he growls.

I come hard, shaking, clenching around him so tight he groans. He speeds up just enough, slams deep, and unloads and I milk him dry.

Then pulls out slow, watches his cum drip out of me onto my sheets.

Wipes me gently with the towel he always brings, kisses my forehead.

I’ve been “injured” a lot longer than the doctor said.