Isabelle

Chapter 1

It was the second day of my holidays when I saw her for the first time. I spent my time at the beach. I like sunny, warm days with the hot sand at my feet and the sun on my face.

She was sitting with another woman in the small beach bar, at a table outside in the back. Both women were strikingly pretty, but she was a stunning beauty. She was tall, slender, and may have been in her mid-twenties, showing a charming youthful elegance. I was fascinated. I had never seen such a beautiful woman before. I couldn't help but watch her. The other woman noticed my looks and said something to her. I'm sure my beauty smiled, even though she didn't turn to look at me.

This was the moment that changed my life.

The next day, I made sure to be there at the same time. And yes, she was sitting there again, on that small bench, at the same table. This time, she was alone. A cup of coffee, a cake, and her mobile were on the table in front of her. But as long as I watched her, she didn't drink, eat, or even move at all. And again, she seemed to smile as she felt my eyes on her.

Her mobile rang, and again she didn't move, didn't answer. The mobile continued to ring, buzz, and slowly slipped off the table into the sand.

I went to her table.

"Good afternoon. My name is John. To be honest, I could stop looking at you, and your smile tells me that you aren't upset about me. May I join you?"

"Yes,    –el    –el," her mouth cramps as she tries to go on, "welcome.    My    na–    na–    name    is    Isa–," again a bad spasm of her whole face with some spit running out of her open mouth, "Isa–    Isa–    Isa–elle    Isabelle."

Her sunglasses were about to slip from her nose due to the cramps. Obviously, speaking was hard work for her.

"May I offer some assistance? Your sunglasses slip off."

"Yes,    thank    you.    Glasses    o–    off."

I took off her sunglasses and put the mobile back on the table.

"You missed a call."

"Yes,    know.    Sister.    O–    o–," she said with a bad spasm again, unable to close her mouth, "o–    o–er    there."

"Over there? Why did she call you?"

"Arranged"

"She's over there, and you arranged a call? I don't understand."

"Get    your    attention," she smiles.

"I    a–    a–    a–," a spasm left her mouth open again, "I    disa–    disabled.    Cere–    cere–    cere–ral    –al," one more spasm, "–alsy.    Di–    di–    difficult    get    attention." She got excited, and this didn't improve her speech.

"What is cere–ral –alsy?"

At this point, the other woman joined us.

"Hello, my name is Laura. I'm Isabelle's sister. May I explain something?

Isabelle has a complex form of cerebral palsy. In her case, it's a birth defect due to an interrupted oxygen supply during her birth, causing permanent damage to her brain. Isabelle can not control her skeleton muscles. Her arms and legs are constantly moving by themselves. Her arms and legs have some power, and without restraining her limbs, she would harm herself, beat and kick the people around her, and knock over everything she can reach. Her upper body muscles are moving less, but they are unbalanced and weak on her left side. She can't keep her body straight and upright and falls over without support. Her neck muscles are moving less too, but involuntarily. Isabelle can't control them, and can't balance her head. She needs to be strapped into a shell around her back with her head fixed into a head rest to keep her straight and upright. There are also some adapted supports attached where her arms and legs are securely strapped in. Isabelle can not move at all.

Isabelle's speech is very bad as she cannot control parts of the muscles in her jaw. It's difficult for her to close her mouth, and often it ends up in a spastic cramp of her whole face. Luckily, her tongue is much better. Isabelle can speak, but it's hard for her as she must concentrate to coordinate her mouth and tongue movements. She speaks slowly, single words with breaks, fighting for each word. If she fails, she tries again a few times, or she skips what she can't pronounce. Words with "b", "f", "m", "p" and sometimes "w" or "v" in the middle are a challenge. She can pronounce words starting with such vowels much better as she can use the short break before to get her mouth closed. Isabelle tries to speak as simply as possible, using simple words and incomplete sentences. As her problem is closing her mouth, it's useful if someone put a hand under her chin to help her. At least her face spasms less this way. Her speech gets worse when she is excited.

Isabelle perceives her body just like anyone else. Of course, it's her body, it's the one she was born into, nothing strange or separated from her, although she can't control it, can't use it, can't stop the wild involuntary movements of her arms and legs. It's the same as your heart; it's part of your body, part of you, even if you can't control the beats.

Isabelle feels good being securely strapped into her shell. Because she can't use her hands and legs anyway, she doesn't mind if her arms and legs are strapped down tightly. On the contrary, she feels safe in her shell. It protects her from hurting herself if her limbs are free. Unrestrained limbs are a thread for her.

The bad news is that there's no cure for cerebral palsy, but it's also not a progressive disease. But of course, her limbs get twisted and cramped more and more over time."

Isabelle wanted to step in here. Her mouth is open, and she fights for a word.

"Close"

I put my hand under her chin and she managed to go on.

"Much    better,    yes,    exited,    you,    John," without an accident. She smiles again.

"Turn    me    around,    see    you"

Isabelle's dress covered her legs, but as far as I could see, she was sitting in a Lotus position, her lower legs crossed in front of her. I lifted her up and turned her as she wanted. Looking into her face was breathtaking. Yes, she's a beauty. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, off her eyes, off her hands, clenched in fists, moving involuntary, senseless.

Isabelle looked at me, examined me, and, luckily, I passed her checks, and she smiled again.

"You    like    –e    –e," a massive cramp leaving her mouth open.

"Sorry Isabelle, I forgot to assist. I need to practice."

I cleaned her face, and with the help of my hand under her chin, she tried again.

"You    like    me?"

"Yes, I do. Sorry if I stared at you, but you are the main prize. I can't help."

"Used    to.    People    stare    disa–    disa–ility    disability,    not    me.    You?"

"I looked at you, of course. Silly question. People are silly. Be sure it's you I'm looking at. Or don't you have a mirror?"

"Ha–    ha–    have.    Believe    you."

"What's about you? Do you like me too? Can I do more than hold up your chin? Some more assistance in any way?"

"Yes,    like    you.    Yes,    –o    –ore    more,    s–    s–    s–ell    s–ell    you.    Hand    nose."

"Sorry, I don't understand this. Hand nose?"

"want    s–ell    s–ell    smell    your    hand."

I did as she wanted.

"Good,    like,    you    s–    s–," followed by a few bad spasms and spit running out of her mouth, "smells    good."

"Clean"

I cleaned her face once more.

"Holidays?"

"Yes, I like the sea. I arrived yesterday and I'll stay for two weeks."

"Yes,    holidays    too.    Like    –a    –a," she told me with spasms in her face because I forgot again to support her. With my hand under her chin, she tries again. "Like    warmth.    Good.    Cold    cra–    cra–    cramps,    pain.    Like    hot    sand,    water."

Laura left us alone, and we continued to talk. It was a slow process; Isabelle had to concentrate and fight for each word, but I enjoyed every second watching her and being happy about her smile.

At the end, we found that we were both on holiday for nearly the same amount of time. She stayed in a hotel nearby, and I own a simple vacation home, a bit secluded directly on the beach. And that we both work in IT. Isabelle is unbelievable. She works in web design. She told me that she is able to work with the toes of her right foot. Isabelle even runs her wheelchair this way. But she doesn't want to be in her wheelchair all the time. Being in her wheelchair, she has a tablet in front of her to control all chair and environmental functions, but she feels it as a barrier to people around her. That's why she was not in her chair here, but asked Laura to put her on this bench and leave her alone. It seems that Isabelle knows very well what she wants, and she's able to get it done, even though she's not able to do it herself, of course, but she always finds a way. Isabelle is breathtaking. She can do nothing by herself, but nevertheless, she is independent.

We arranged to meet again the next day.

I took her hand to say goodbye, but Isabelle insisted, "Other    hand!"

I saw that she was working hard, concentrating, and finally, she made it. She slowly opened her right fist, and she straightened her cramped fingers a little.

"This    one"

Of course, she couldn't stop the involuntary twitching of her hand, but it was enough for a good-by handshake.

Chapter 2

I saw her immediately when I arrived. Same time, same place, same bench as yesterday. A manual wheelchair was behind her.

I knew that she could not see me as she was facing the table in front of her and she could not turn her head. I took a few minutes to enjoy watching her. Her hair was done in another way than yesterday, and her breezy dress looked great. She was even prettier than yesterday.

"Isabelle, I am so glad you are here!"

I sat down next to her.

"Turn    –e    –e    –e," accompanied by some spasms because I was not fast enough to help her.

"Turn    me    around    to    see    you."

"Glad    you    here.    Alone.    Laura    o–    off    afternoon.    Don't    like    alone.    Frightens    me,    helpless."

"Now I'm here to rescue you. I swear I will never let you alone."

She looked at me with a bright smile and with a sparkle of pleasure and affection in her eyes.

"Hope you had a nice afternoon yesterday and a good night."

"Yes,    and    no,    too    exited.    Thirsty."

"Ok, let me get something to eat and drink. It's on me today."

"Cha–," with some bad spasms, although I assisted her.

"Slowly, let me find your rhythm. Try again."

"Cha–    cha–    champagne,    ca–    ca–    caviar," she laughed, "no,    large    coke,    straw,    cake.    Laura    forgot    straws."

"A special wish about the cake?"

"So–    so–    soft"

I went to the shop to get it.

"Sorry, no straws at the beach for environmental reasons. What to do now?"

"Table,    read."

Hello John,
just a short note how to feed Isabelle and how to give her to drink.
At best, Isabelle drinks with a straw. But without it, it is easy too. Lift the cup, glass, bottle or whatever against her lips and wait until she opens her mouth. Let a small sip run into her mouth. Close her mouth and keep it closed until Isabelle has swallowed. Be careful. As she can't move her head or close her mouth, she can't stop the flow herself. Make sure you don't give her too much. She wants more if she opens her mouth again. Easy, isn't it?
Feeding her is easy too. She can not chew without help. Isabelle's food must be mashed or puréed. She preferred it mashed. Feed her with small portions and help her to keep her mouth closed. Wait until she swallows and opens her mouth again for the next bite. It is teamwork if Isabelle needs to chew. Her part is to keep her teeth apart, while yours is to bring them together. But be careful, as she needs time to coordinate her tongue. It is not that easy, but I'm sure you will manage it.
Isabelle is in your hands. Take care of her. She's a part of my heart.
Have a nice afternoon.

I filled a glass with coke and did as Laura explained.

"Eat or drink first?"

"Drink"

It took some time, and Isabelle was really thirsty, but at the end, the glass was empty.

It was unexpectedly intimate to help Isabelle drink. A feeling of closeness, tenderness, and concentration on her. It was a slow process, but every single second was worth it.

Feeding her was easy. One bit for her, close her mouth, wait until she swallows, one bite for me. Slowly, but there was no need to hurry, and we enjoyed the time.

Isabelle's helplessness, her total dependence on other people, didn't separate us, but brought us closer together.

Later, we talked about the weather, the sea, the beach, about nothing and anything. We didn't talk about us, we just looked at us and let things happen.

"Toilet"

Isabelle blushed.

"Ok, what do I have to do? Shall I carry you or do you want to use the wheelchair?"

"–hee    wheelchair.    Hold    me    tight."

"Be sure that I hold you, always and everywhere."

There was a large, accessible toilet beside the bar. There was even a large bench to change adults. I lifted Isabelle out of her wheelchair and sat her on the bench.

"Take    o–    off    my    dress."

"Is there a zip?"

"No,    pull    dress    o–    over    head.    Ne–    ne–    never    done    yet?" Isabelle smiled at me.

Now I am excited and blushing. She wore beautiful black lace lingerie. She looks incredibly attractive. And she smiles again.

"Like?"

"Yes, I like it. It's marvelous."

"O–    o–    o–en    o–," and some severe spasms as I dreamed far away.

"Sorry, I forgot to do my part. Try again."

"O–en    o–en    open    slip.    Bound    together.    O–    o–    open    loo–    loops."

I couldn't believe it. She was shaved; her cootchie glistened wet.

"Do you want to seduce me?"

Isabelle smiled again.

"Do you want me to put you on the toilet?"

"No,    catheter.    Bag    –hee    –hee    –hee    wheelchair.    Insert."

I found several disposable catheters in her bag by the wheelchair. Maybe she can't pee on her own?

"Are they ready to use?"

"Yes"

I took one and tried to slide it in.

"Sto–    stop.    Clean    first.    Wipes    bag    wheelchair.    Lu–    lu–    lu–ricant    lubricant    crea–    cream."

She got excited and moaned a little as I cleaned her.

"Care–    care–    care–ul    careful.    Slowly    in."

"Slower"

She moaned again.

It didn't take long until she was done.

"Out.    Hurry"

I got it as she moaned again.

"Isabelle, let me guess. You asked Laura not to put a straw in your bag so that we had a nice intimate time together when I gave you something to drink."

"Yes"

"At first, you asked Laura to dress you so stunningly, and then you drank so much that you needed a toilet. Now we are here, and you asked me to undress you. This is all because you want me to see you so breathtakingly sexy."

"Yes"

"And you need a catheter sometimes but not today?"

"Yes.    –a    want    feel    your    hands.    Hurry."

"I don't know if you are a witch or an angel."

"Witch.    Angel    later."

"Wet.    Hel–    hel– help.    Kiss,    stick    finger    in    me.    Clit.    Hurry."

"Dee–    dee–,    –o    –ore," she couldn't get it and I stepped in to help.

"I assume deeper and more, yes?"

"Yes,    dee–,    more,    ru–    ru–    ru–"

"ru?"

"ru–    rub"

"–ra    –ra," an awful spasm interrupted her, "bra    o–    off,    two    –oo    –oo    ni–    ni–    ni–les    ni–."

Her speech got worse as she was very excited now.

"OK, I will take off your bra. And should I pet your nipples?"

"Yes,    ni–    ni–    boobs"