I am sorry that this story is so long winded, but I rewrote it twice and shortened it, but felt I couldn’t do justice if I shortened it any more.

I met Karina on my very first day at school.  Like me it was her first day and I think we were both excited but also scared.  We ended up holding each other’s hand.  The teacher thought it was very sweet, so she sat us in adjacent desks.  From that day we became inseparable.  We went almost everywhere together and that now included after school and when we could weekends as well.  I think I was ten when I asked Karina to marry me and gave her the ring I had made.  She accepted and we had our first kiss.  Our parents thought it funny when we showed them the ring.

Then we started secondary school and Karina was in a different class.  We still spent breaks and lunches together.  Then he came along.  He joined the school when we were fifteen and swept Karina off her feet.  I hated Barry, not just because of Karina, but because he was so false.  Nevertheless, I had lost her.  Just before her sixteenth birthday she seemed to disappear.  One day at school the next she was nowhere.

Then many years later I was doing well at work and as part of my new job they would pay for part of my new accommodation.   It was a very generous package and I opted for a flat in a luxury apartment block.  I had moved in and talking to other tenants, it seemed a bit of a mystery as to who owned and lived in the penthouse apartment.

The penthouse had two lifts to it.  One straight to the garage and I gathered the lift was built to still run in the event of a fire or other disasters.  The other lift was the one we, the other residents, used, but required a card to get to the top floor.   In a short period of time, two years, I started to regret my option to buy the apartment as the company that maintained the building got into financial trouble and sold the management on and then it was transferred a second time ti yet another management company.

The latest managers did virtually nothing in the way of maintenance.  In fact, the lift was out of order more than it was working.  All the tenants were up in arms over it.   I had just pulled up in the underground carpark when I spotted smoke coming from the lift control room.  Then the alarms went off.  I was contemplating moving my car out of the garage in case the fire, if there was one spread.  Then the lift from the penthouse stopped and opened and I heard a voice shouting, “Can anybody help me?”  My instincts were to flee taking my car, but I was compelled to see if I could help.

On rushing to the lift I found a woman much the same age as me in a manually operated wheelchair and she couldn’t get it over the gap between the lift floor and the carpark.  You’d have thought that at least that would have been checked out before now.  I assisted the lady over the gap, and she asked me to get her to her car.  She had a quite expensive car and once she was safely inside and her wheelchair loaded, she asked me to follow her to safety.  I followed in my car as two fire engines swept into the carpark.

The woman drove to one of the many outdoor coffee bars off the main high street.  While she parked on the yellow lines, being disabled, I had to drive on a little further for a free parking space.  I walked back to her and helped with her wheelchair.  She was telling me that I was so kind and asked if I wanted a coffee or something.  I opted for coffee.

As we sat waiting for our coffees, the woman suddenly said, “are you Justin, yes you are Justin.”  I had to admit that I was and then she burst out laughing saying that I knew her.  It wasn’t until she said that it was Karina from school that I finally recognized her.   I of course had a thousand and one questions to ask her and her of me.

One of my first was how come the wheelchair.  Karina told how on the way to school she was holding Barry’s hand when a van was about to pass them.  Barry had spotted the problem that was about to happen and moved out the way as a sheet of wood came off the roof of the van and hit Karina hard in her back, slamming her face down on the pavement.  Barry ran off as Karina said she felt herself passing out.  The next thing she remembered was being in hospital. 

I told her that I would have tried to get her out the way even if it risked my own life.  Karina told me that after many operations she had sensations in her legs and could stand and take two or three steps along the furniture, like babies do, but then she had to sit again.  I told her how sorry I was to hear that.  She asked what had happened to me in the last twenty years since we last saw each other.  I told how I nearly got married and was stood up at the alter and the jobs that I had done.

Karina looked envious as she told me that she had never been able to work.  Fortunately, the legal case provided a settlement where she didn’t need to work.  She said she had lost all her friends from school and had never had another boyfriend since that day of the accident.  As we sat with our second cups of coffee, I got a call from a neighbor to tell me that the fire brigade had left, and the flats were safe to return to.

I followed Karina’s car back to the carpark to find that the lift straight between the penthouse and the carpark was roped of with danger signs and out of order on them.  Karina sat in despair and asked how was she meant to be able to get to her flat.  I suggested that she could get as far as the floor below and I could carry her up the last floor in a piggyback or like I had done with her many years ago in a fireman’s lift.  Then added or another alternative was she could stay in my spare room until the lift was repaired.  Karina pointed out that everything in her flat was set up for a disabled person in a wheelchair.  She pointed out that if I did get her to her own flat, if there was another problem, how would she get out the building.

I told her that my flat it was then, and wouldn’t take no for an answer.  In conversation with her later I learnt that her father left her and her mother a while after the accident and last year her mother died.  I genuinely felt sorry for her.  Karina had me pop up to her flat to get some things for her, mainly clothing and her medications.  I had to rearrange my flat a little so Katrina could get around to the bedroom, toilet and the kitchen.  The lounge was already accessible.

We sat up very late talking about the old days.  Eventually when we did turn in, I could hear Katrina crying softly to herself.  I wanted to go and hug and help her, but was worried it might be construed as sexual advances.  She did eventually go quiet.  Next morning after breakfast I gave Katrina a key should she want to go out and get back in.  Then I had to go to work.

That evening on my return from work, Katrina was all fired up.  She had rung the management company about repairs to the lift to be told that it wasn’t financially worth repairing it and use the stairs.  Katrina hadn’t told them of her disability.  Instead, she had started to go round asking others in the block of their experiences with getting repairs done.  Everyone had a tale or two to tell of them, most of them about bad management.  She had also spoken with the council about issues and any planning requests.  There was hundreds of complaints and the council had done nothing about them other than write reports.

Katrina said she was going to make them pay.  I must admit I encouraged her.  I hadn’t had any other problem other than with the lifts but was surprised just how many other residents had.  Katrina said that she had hired a hall for a few evenings time where residents could discuss the issues.  I gave Katrina a hug and said something like go girl, you get them.  I spent hours popping notes through everybody’s door about the meeting the following evening.

Katrina had also arranged for a solicitor to attend the meeting.  The outcome of the meeting was that on the resident’s behalf the solicitor would send an initial letter to the management company.  It was less than a week before the reply arrived that not in these words, but it said sod off.  We had another meeting where the solicitor said that we either had to fight and start a legal case or put up with them.  The room erupted wanting to sue them.  Then the solicitor explained what out legal liabilities were.  Katrina butted in and said she would cover all costs if necessary.

That night Katrina was all hyped up and it was the first time that I saw her stand since school days.  She gave me a big kiss as she used me to hold herself up.  I eventually helped ease her back into her wheelchair.  Later she gave me another kiss just before we both retired to our own bedrooms.

I had been laying in bed thinking about both kisses from Katrina for some while when I heard her call out for me to go to her.  I wondered if she was in trouble as I rushed to her.  “I don’t want to be alone tonight.  Cuddle me and hold me.” she asked.  I was soon in bed next to her.  We cuddled and hugged and then Katrina kissed me.  I couldn’t help it.  Her smell and warmth plus the kiss gave me an erection.  I apologized, but Katrina said that I had nothing to apologize for.  She put her hand on it and held it as we cuddled.

It was hours before either of us got to sleep.  Next morning, I woke with another erection.  I felt like a teenager rather than the thirty-six-year-old that I was.  I slipped quietly out of bed leaving Katrina sleeping and eventually went off to work.  When I got home Katrina was excited and told me that the case had started and the management firm had been told that they were being sued for failure to dispatch their duties in the contract of management and was being sued for two million pounds to rectify each and every issue that they had ignored and secondly they were being sued for sixty million pound for wrongly preventing Katrina from accessing her apartment plus endangering her life by omitting to dispatch their duties to protect a vulnerable person.

I got several hugs and kisses, and I took Katrina out for a celebration meal and drink.  Later that night, again in our own beds, I heard Katrina call out to me again.  I went to her and joined her in bed in a cuddle.  After a kiss Katrina said, “If you want to you can make love to me.  I would understand if you don’t want to.”  I was kissing her passionately telling her there was nothing I would like more than to make love with her.  She joked that it would be making love to her as I would have to do all the work.

I told her that I intended that she does all she can in this mutual love making and placed her hand on my stiff cock.  I kissed her using tongues for the first time with her as my hands, stroked and bared her firm tits.  Then I was between her tits sucking and licking them.  I pushed the duvet off to get lower and remove her PJ bottoms.  Not that easy with a disabled person that cannot help very much.  When I eventually got them off, I was kissing her feet as I looked up at her pussy and her tits below her smiling face.

Katrina twitched a little every time my tongue licked her right foot, but not the left foot although she told me that surprisingly she could feel more than she expected.  Eventually I moved up her thighs with her feet over my shoulders and dipped my tongue for the very first time into her pussy.  It was like nectar, and I was hooked on it.  I could hear Katrina groaning at what pleasures I was giving her.  I was licking from her arse hole to her clitoris and back again.

Then Katrina’s hands were on the back of my head holding me against her pussy as she groaned loudly.  She went quite for several minutes as I resumed licking and now sucking her pussy lips into my mouth.  “Wow that was great,” Katrina grasped, I have never felt anything even close to that before.  Be careful when you do it to me, I’m a virgin.”

I had not even considered it.  Of course she was a virgin.  Her accident was when she was fifteen or sixteen and she had told me that there had never been anyone since.  I stopped licking and used my fingers to carefully part Katrina’s pussy lips to see her Hymen.  I had taken two virginities in my time but not actually look at a hymen and here I was looking straight at what was definitely a virgin pussy.

I asked Katrina was she sure and was she ready.  I was told she was sure and that she had been ready for twenty years.  Being disabled didn’t meant that she wanted to remain a virgin forever and she had feelings and desires just like able body people have.   I was very gentle placing Katrina’s legs to the sides of me and getting between them.  Katrina took hold of my cock and held it ready to penetrate her.  Then she let go.  I gave a gentle thrust and increased the pressure until like a balloon popping, her hymen broke and allowed me access.

Katrina gave a little yelp and clung tightly to me.  I held still just inside her pussy while she got used to it.  Then I started gentle thrusts.  I could see Katrina’s face wincing with each thrust and asked if she wanted me to stop.  She said yes for just a few minutes, and I stopped with my cock nearly buried all the way home.  We just lay clinging to each other.  Then Katrina was pushing her tongue into my mouth and kissing me.  When Katrina broke the kiss, she asked me to fuck her now.

I again started with gentle thrusts.  “Get on and fuck me.  Not like this.  Like on TV hard and fast,” she pleaded.  I was still nervous to plow her pussy that hard with her disability, but the harder I did, the more she asked me to do it harder.  Eventually I was banging her pretty hard and ended up coming in her.  It was only a while later as I lay next to her stroking her tits that panic set in that I might have just made her pregnant.  Katrina put my mind to rest assuring me that with all the operations she had that there was no chance of getting pregnant.

She told me that although there was some pain at first, from our lovemaking, eventually it felt very pleasant, but nowhere near as nice as when I had licked her.  I suggested that other positions might be better for her.  Katrina suggested that I needed to get hard again so she could find out.  I told her that she had better learn to suck my cock if she wanted it again quickly.  It took several moments for Katrina to think about it and then she said, “Well, you had better bring it here then.”

It was a pretty amateurish blow job, but knowing it was her first one at thirty-six old, I wasn’t too surprised.  She did get it hard again and asked how could we do it next.  I suggested on her front, and she rolled herself over for me.  For a moment I was shocked.  She had several sets of scars on her back.  The main ones looked a bit like a crucifix and then there were a number of smaller ones.  I think Katrina sensed my hesitation.  I didn’t want her thinking I was put off and told her I was trying to work out which one to kiss better first.  I went for the big one first.

Eventually we did screw again with me on her back.  It wasn’t doing much for her until I reached around and fingered her clitoris as I fucked her.  Then she did come, as did I.  Next morning, I left her with a huge grin on her face having licked her to another orgasm before going off to work.  That night I collected the rest of Katrina’s clothes from her apartment for her.  I had Katrina move into the master bedroom with me.  She was surprised when I took her out to show her off to my friend.  She was still surprised that I wanted to be with a disabled woman.

That was fourteen years ago and two years ago just before covid we got married.  Afterwards I put my own back out trying to make love to her whilst she was in her wheelchair.  It was ok, if not a little uncomfortable, until I knocked the brake off and the chair moved.  I joked telling my mates that it was because Katrina was such an animal in bed.  There was also a bit of news that Katrina got a bit more sensation in her legs and feet and the doctors say that they might be able to do a new operation on her and get her walking again.  Sadly, it has been delayed twice due to the virus.

The other news, after many meetings with the solicitors, judges and insurance firm a settlement was reached.  They paid out forty-two Million in compensation plus costs. That took eight years.   I think they could see the judges were extremely sympathetic when they saw Katrina in her chair and hear her tell them that she still hadn’t been able to get back into her own flat.  I think the callus words well take the stairs helped no end.  The money was all put into a buildings repair fund, which was just as well as the management firm then went bust.  The final bit of news was that Katrina and I moved into her flat very shortly after the fund was set up and the repairs done.

This is not like some of the wild out and out sex that is usual on your site.  But it is how after nearly twenty years I got my gal, and how our love blossomed over a rough start.