Exposed

Over the next several weeks, Cathy helped me understand a lot about her disability. She had a spinal cord injury, and had no hope of ever walking again. I found that very sad, but it seemed nothing to her. She handled herself so elegantly, in the chair or out. She had just learned to drive and her car was equipped with hand controls.
We began visiting each other's homes as often as possible. Taking full advantage of every private moment. It was a little awkward at first. I didn't know how to "love" her at first since she had no sensation below her breasts. I mostly fondled and sucked those, but Cathy encouraged me to treat her like I would anyone. In fact, she told me how she was turned on by seeing things in her that she could not feel. I began using toys on her while I worked on her nipples, neck and mouth.
She provided oral pleasure to me and was amazing. We quickly became addicted to each other.
I became turned on by her limp legs. They were so skinny and lifeless. Her little feet just flopped when she or I moved her legs. They had no muscle tone at all. When she sat in her wheelchair I was so turned on by the way her thighs sagged between the knee and hip. I get wet just thinking of that even now as I dictate this.
Cathy confessed to me that she even enjoyed being "crippled" as she liked to call it. She said she is thankful her accident happened and that she loves who she is now and her body even more than she did before.
As time went on, I began having feelings I didn't quite understand. I began to almost envy Cathy in her wheelchair and braces. I loved kissing her and feeling the braces, even kissing her, or trying with the headgear on her. I can't explain why, but I just thought it made her even more attractive. Well the braces were one thing, but I found the wheelchair a total turnon, and even began wishing I was in one. I still don't understand it. I learned about Cathy's injury, her disability, if you could even call it that, and became a student of spinal cord injuries. I found them fascinating.
When I was at her house, I'd often sit in her other chair while we surfed the web or listened to music. Sometimes I'd sit in the chair and she'd sit on the couch like I was the disabled one. Once we even took her extra chair to the mall and both of us tooled around in wheelchairs. It was an amazing day!
One day we were reading some stuff online and found a website about people who were attracted to disabled people, and even those who wanted to be disabled. I'm sure my face turned red. Cathy began laughing and said, "you're a devotee...hahahaha". I said, "what are you talking about". She explained a devotee was someone who was attracted to a disabled person. Then, there must have been something in the way I looked at her. She said, "omg, no you're not, you're a wannabe!!!!.....you're a wannabe!!!!!".
I knew she was right. But, how would she feel about that, would it hurt her, scare her? What would happen now.