Sally Tennant smiled at her mother-in-law across the table. Although she was only a decade older than her, Adelaide Tennant had certainly taken a motherly role to Sally and enjoyed being a grandmother to Sally’s children. They never talked about the first time they met. It would not be appropriate, but they knew they remembered it well.
Adelaide Tennant asked her daughter-in-law how her stepson Gerald was doing.
“Is he well, my dear?”
“He is in fine form, thank you.”
“You and the children have made him so happy. In turn, that makes me and the Colonel happy, too. It was the best thing we did to call you in to tend to him. Little did we know that your treatment would be quite so effective.”
Sally smiled behind her teacup, remembering how she met her beloved.
Gerald had returned from the Crimean War, barely alive. In fact, if it weren't for sheer luck and the Colonel’s contacts, he would probably have been left for dead in the Battle of Inkerman, like over six hundred of his countrymen and a hundred and seventy-five French allies.
He survived the journey home, but after many months, the man who returned was just a shell of the boy who had left for battle. The Colonel tried to get him to talk man-to-man about his experiences, but Gerald was not forthcoming. He barely spoke at all, and when he did, it was in one-word, almost inaudible answers. He had lost the lower part of his left leg. It had taken a long time to heal, but Gerald was reluctant to use the crutches he had been given or leave his room. As time passed, he seemed to retreat into his mind more rather than less. Even his younger half-siblings, who had always admired their dashing big brother, could not reach him.
Gerald eventually took to his bed and became reluctant to eat. The Colonel eventually conceded to Adelaide’s command to send for Dr Helliwell and perhaps Young Sally to attend to him and check on his wound.
The Colonel began to blush before turning it into his typical bluster. He was still embarrassed to remember how Young Sally had helped raise his flagpole so effectively when he and Abigail started their married life together.
“You are wise, my dear, as always,” he smiled indulgently at his beloved whilst turning to the window to try and rearrange the stirring in his britches that the thoughts of Sally had caused.
Dr James Kirkham had already left for London, so Dr Helliwell now ran the practice as he waited for his stepson Edmund to complete his medical studies and take over. In truth, the practice was run efficiently by Sally, who kept everything in order for him.
On their arrival at the Tennant’s home, they were ushered into the drawing room, where the Colonel outlined his son’s low mood. When he had finished with the war talk, Adelaide Tennant smiled at Sally and said,
“It might be, Miss Harper, that he will require more specialised treatment to bring him out of this low mood.” She turned to Dr Helliwell then. “I must also apologise for the state of my stepson. For the past few days, his melancholia has been so intense that he has refused to bathe, shave, or pay close attention to his personal needs.”
“Do not worry at all, Mrs Tennant. We will soon have him cleaned up for you. Perhaps a man could prepare some bowls of hot water for us?”
Tennant rang the bell for assistance as Sally and Dr Helliwell were escorted to Gerald’s room.
As was customary, Dr. Helliwell entered first. The room was dark with the drapes drawn, and it smelt as musty and sour as the pale young man in the bed. Without introducing himself, Dr. Helliwell marched over to the window and drew back the drapes.
The sudden glare of sunlight startled Gerald, and he covered his eyes. As he lowered his hands, his vision cleared, and he saw young Sally for the first time. He quickly pulled up the covers to his chin to protect his naked chest from her startled gaze.
Dr Helliwell watched her reaction. Young Sally, although technically still a virgin, had seen many naked men before, pleasured them with her tongue and fingers and allowed them to do the same to her. He had never seen her act so demurely before.
Sally could barely look at Gerald; one part of her seemed frozen to the spot. Another part of her wanted to run and jump in that bed with this handsome young man. His gaze had already given her tingles in her special place. That had not happened before.
“Now, then, young man. I’m here to examine you, and Sally here will assist me.”
Dr Helliwell proceeded with all the usual medical checks before pulling back the sheet. Gerald tried to protest, embarrassed that Sally would see his naked form and that with the loss of his leg, he was no longer a complete man.
For her part, Sally just took in Gerald’s body: the dark hair on his chest, his slim torso, and his long manhood resting on his furry thigh. Goodness, if it grew any more, he should be called Gerald Ten inch, not Gerald Tennant. She was so distracted that she didn’t even notice that the lower part of his leg was missing. When she came to her senses, she realised that Dr Helliwell was examining his stump.
“Well, young man, you are fortunate. This could not have healed any better, but you risk further infection if you do not keep yourself thoroughly clean. You are quite ripe, young man.”
With that, he went to see if the bowls of warm water had been left outside the door as instructed. Carrying them to the cupboard behind Gerald's bed, he excused himself, saying,
“Now, I will speak to your father whilst Sally thoroughly cleans you.”
In his horror, Gerald did not notice the wink that Dr. Helliwell had given Sally or her sly smile as she closed the door behind her boss and benefactor.
Gerald tried to find his voice; it felt scratchy and alien to him.
“No,” he said, “You mustn’t. I am ashamed.”
“Ashamed, you are a hero; you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m no longer a real man, a whole man.”
“Well, you might have suffered injuries,” Sally said, smiling. “But from what I can see, you are every inch a real man and certainly the best I have ever seen. Now, let's get you smelling as good as you look.”
She leaned over him then and gently began to wash his face with the warm water. The cotton cloth is scratching against his unshaven face. Gerald lay back as he gazed into her eyes and inhaled her intoxicating scent. Relaxing, he closed his eyes and felt the warm water drops on his neck and chest as she cleaned him.
She swirled the hair on his chest as he cleaned and massaged his chest muscles; she washed his tummy, lower and lower, before stopping and cleaning his arms and fingers. He began to feel a stirring in his relaxed state as his root began to stiffen. Sally was now washing his feet, touching the delicate skin between his toes before washing his good leg and then his damaged one. She didn't flinch as she washed his wound; it was as if she didn't notice. She moved higher and higher up his thigh until she came to her prize. He was now fully erect and standing to attention.
“I am sorry,” he started to mutter.
“Why be sorry? He is magnificent, and I would have been disappointed if he had not come up to say hello.”
She dropped the cloth then and used one hand to stroke him while the other hand gently massaged his heavy balls. She soon realised that she would need two hands to pleasure him effectively. Possibly two hands and her mouth, too; she smiled as she took his freshly washed mushroom into her mouth for the first time. Licking all around his head, her hands pumped up and down his shaft. The soft sucking of her warm, wet mouth and the stimulation of her delicate hands were too much for Gerald-
“Stop or I will –“
But Young Sally carried on her administrations, and when Gerald roared his release, she took all that he had to give.
Afterwards, she wiped her mouth delicately with one of the washcloths. She smiled down at this beautiful man. She had promised her mother she would save herself for marriage, but this man had gotten to her. It had taken all her willpower not to drop her bloomers and climb aboard him. She kissed him then as she covered him with the sheet. It was not a kiss goodbye but a deep kiss, their tongues twirling around each other’s. It was a kiss of promise.
She giggled as she went to join Dr Helliwell.