Wheelchair bound Nicole

Nicole was a pop star. One of those pop starts that appear out of the blue, good looking, good voice and get out a hit or two every year that climb very high in charts. Nicole was the dream of every man, which partailly explains her success: tall, long black hair and huge breats. Yes, huge breasts, one of the reason people noticed her.
I knew Nicole far before being a star. We grow up togheter, I even got to kiss her cheecks in second grade, but the she moved away in the city and never see her again in person. Just on TV and covers. I bought every album of her and being to some concerts, but I don't think she noticed me. She was to busy being a star and I actually like watching her. As I said, Nicole was gorgeus.
Until two years ago. She was returning home from the sea side, with her manager (who was in the same time his lover) and they had a terrible car crash. Her boyfriend died instantly and she was taken to the hospital, badly injured. Her legs were so badly damaged that they had to be amputated right away.
In a few month, Nicole recoverd, but her carrier was doomed. Without legs, she could not danec anymore or go to concerts. No magazine will ever put her on cover so she slowly fade away from public attention, as press and tv found another hot chicks to focus to. Of course, Nicole appeared in the media imediatly after the accident. Her crash was an event, but after that, she became more and more alone. All her friends dissapeard and eventually he moved back to her native town, living with her mom, far away from the city.
Then I knew that I can finally have her. When I got bored of care for a quad, I've dumped Irene and starting to act on Nicole. I just bought a big flower bouqet and go to her door. I knocked, her mother answered.
"Carl?" she asked amazed. "What a pleasure to see you!"
"Is Nicole home, I asked, may I see her?"
"Oh, but off course..." she let me in, still shocked, as we havnt' seen each other for some time. Nicole honey, you have a visitor! Come Carl, Nicole is in her room". We had to her room, my heart beating to get out of my chest. I will finally meet Nicole, the dream of so many other man, the pop star, the one and only Nicole. I could no believe that I'm heading to Nicole's bedroom, once a pop star, now a vulnerable and helpless but incredible sexy girl.
There she was. More beautiful than I imagine, even more gorgeus that I've seen on TV. She had a blue shirt, from which her breasts' shape could be seen very well. The black curly hair, very long and shiny, covered her shoulders and faling on her back in curly waves. Her short leg stumps were barely visible, as she wear special tailored silk trousers folded under. You can almost say that her boobs are bigger than her leg stumps. I stare at her, as she is wheeling towards me. I can barely say hi, seeing such a beauty goddess, punished in such a way. She looked up at me and said in a low, warm, almost sick voice, trying to smile:
"Hello Carl. Nice to see you again."