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The Accident

By: taste_tea



Authors note: This story contains many medical terms, which may not be correct. For correct usage and terminology, please consult your local physician. 

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He was riding along on his brand new Kawasaki when it happened. He saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen walking on the sidewalk. He noticed her ass swaying as he neared an intersection. He turned his head to follow her sweet looking ass around a corner and bam! 

He woke up somewhat disoriented in a very bright place. After he looked around, he noticed that his left leg was hanging in some type of apparatus. Upon further inspection, he found that he was in a hospital bed. He must have made a lot of noise because as soon as he woke, an attractive black nurse walked in. 

"Well Mr. Willcox we are glad you are finally awaken. It has been 37 hours since the accident."

"Accident, what accident?"

"Apparently you were broadsided by a van full of nuns, you were the only one hurt"

"Wow" said Harvey. He felt somewhat bad it was nuns considering what had caused the accident. "Where am I?"

"You are in Collins University Memorial," said his nurse. "Your fibula was shattered and now you have a pin in it, so you must be very careful from now on." 

As she told him about the limitations of his injury he could not help but notice the tremendous swell of her humongous bosom. She was about 5'5'' with a dynamite figure. She had a pair of 44 ff tits with a 32-inch waist and 44-inch hips, an extended hourglass. He could literally see the strain on the buttons of her white nurses uniform trying to contain those magnificent breasts. The fabric was so tight that he could see her nipples through the shirt and bra. As he stared directly into her tits, he started to feel a familiar heat in his groin. "Well" she said in a matter of fact voice "it is time for your sponge bath." Uh oh, he thought. He wished she would go away so he could beat his meat. He knew it was the only way he was going to get rid of his erection. As she walked away to get her materials, all he could do was stare at her retreating ass. The fabric of her uniform was stretched tightly across her backside. The skirt was so tight, he could tell she was not wearing panties. His dick was fully erect now. He was pitching an open tent because of the short hospital gown. 

When she came back, she immediately pulled the gown over his head. "Wow" she gasped "I didn't know they made them that big on white boys." He had always had fantasies about fucking a black woman and having one stare at his hard 9-inch cock was turning him on. He could see the light glisten off the pre cum that was seeping out of his prick hole. "Did that happen while you were staring at my breast when I was talking" she asked. 

"Ye, ye, yes it did" he stammered. 

"Well, it feels good to know that I have still got what it takes to turn a man on" she said, and started to wipe him down with the warm sponge. She seemed to avoid his turgid prick and wash everywhere but his pubic region. He could not help but feel disappointed. He figured this was going to be like one of those porn stories where any guy with a hard on is instantly fucked for no reason. As she washed him, she hummed to break up the silence. As she proceeded to give him a thorough cleaning, her tits brushed his body in several places. Once she brushed his raging dick with her tits. When she straightened, he could see the wet spot on her blouse where his pre cum had been transferred from his staff to her tits. "Now it is time to finish up," she said. He was so excited to see her grasp his rigid pole and start to soap it up. It felt so good to have her warm hands all over his manhood and balls. He was disappointed to have her take her hands off his crotch. 

"Well," she said with her hands on her ample hips " I was sure that would have gone down by now, but I guess you are really turned on."

"It wouldn't be good to leave you like this because the gown would not cover that thick piece of meat, I guess I should help you out." He watched in appreciative fascination as she squeezed soap onto her hand and lubed up his cock and balls. 

She started to slowly stroke his cock with one hand while she massaged his nuts with the other. The frequency of her strokes increased as she went along. She would do long strokes along the whole length and then shorter faster strokes right around the head. She licked her lips sexily and stared at his prick hungrily. "Come on big boy, momma's arm is getting tired cum for momma, cum for momma!" That got him so excited. He felt tremendous pressure in his nuts and then they tightened against his shaft. His imminent explosion surprised them both. His first shot went right over his left shoulder and splattered noisily on the backboard behind him. The next five thrust landed all over his chest and belly. "Wow, if you shoot like that from seeing looking at my tits, wait until I let you lick my soaking pussy, that is really going to set you off." 

"Wait a minute" Harvey said " before we do that, shouldn't I at least know your name?"

"Lottabody, Eleanor Lottababody" she said. "It has been a long time since my husband left me, and I am getting tired of just masturbating."

"There is nothing like having a hard cock in your hand, it has got me all turned on." 

"First thing," said Harvey, "I want to see your ass up close."

"I have never been with a black woman, and I want to see the famous ghetto booty up close." She helped him out of his traction with warnings to be careful, and told him to get on his knees at the head of the bed. She took off her shoes and climbed into the food of the bed and bent over so he could get a look at her wide ass. He put his hands all over her butt. He pushed her tight skirt up over her hips and began to massage her pussy. Her pussy had soaked right through her pantyhose. He loved the feel of her pussy lips through the silky fabric. He bent down and licked her pussy through her stockings. He found her swollen clit and began to flick it with his tongue. She emitted a louder and louder series of moans. 

He loved the feel of her encased in nylons and the clean but musky smell of her ass and dripping pussy. Her panting and moaning became quicker and quicker and louder and louder. His cock was once again aching with a terrible load. As he sensed her impending orgasm, he stroked his cock. They climaxed together. He exploded all over her nylon-clad ass and her starched uniform back and she drenched out of her hose. He slapped her ass and rubbed the cum into her before she turned to face him. "Alright big boy" she announced "it is time to get you back up and into me." 

She laid him on his back and began to peel her soaked hose off herself. She then unbuttoned her blouse and relieved it of its load. When she pulled down the top, he could see her huge areola though the sheer fabric of her bra. His flaccid dick immediately sprang back to life. She then took off her bra and released two of the most beautiful breast Harvey had ever seen, even in his big tit mags like Juggs and Busty Beauty. Without any pretext, she lowered herself onto his cock. She began to buck on his rigid pole and moan louder than ever. They both knew he would not last long, so she rode his meat for all it was worth. She screamed and was racked with the pleasure of orgasm after orgasm. He could not take the site of this so he blasted a load deep into her. She cleaned them both up with the sponge and put her hose and bra into the drawer next to the bed. She then told him that they were both full of the scent of sex and for him to keep them for later. They kissed deeply and passionately. She rushed of to her station but told him that she would definitely be back for more.

The Accident



Susan lay naked in her bed, her soft skin caressed by her blanket. As she always did before waking completely, she began running her hands over her body, centering on her aching nipples and hungry pussy.

She peeked at the clock, even as she slowly circled her clit with a finger, spreading the wetness that was already seeping from inside her. "DAMN!" she started, seeing the time. The alarm hadn't gone off, and she was already late for work. "DAMN DAMN DAMN!!" she said, throwing the covers off herself.

Her clit throbbed once as the cool air hit her all over, but she ignored the feeling and rushed into the bathroom to have a quick shower and do her make-up. All the way through, she kept having those delicious shivers she always had when she was horny and unable to satisfy herself.

Soon enough, she was in the car and speeding along the highway on her way to work. Her favorite station was on, and the traffic was moving fast enough, so she relaxed. She'd just make it.

A truck rolled up alongside her, and she glanced into the window of the cab. She was dazzled by a smile of white teeth, in the face of a beautiful woman! Tanned, framed by soft blond curls topped with a cowboy hat, the woman playfully stuck her tongue out at Susan and pulled ahead of her.

Susan felt the breath go out of her chest as it tightened. She'd found other women attractive, but this one caused such a rush. Ah, it's probably 'cause I'm so horny, she thought.

Still, she hit the gas just a bit harder and managed to catch up to the truck. As she caught up to her, Susan couldn't help grinning and tossing her long red hair over her shoulder with a flick of her head.

She was thrilled to see the trucker laugh at that, and suddenly pull her shirt up to reveal a beautiful pair of breasts. The sight of her hard nipples caused Susan's hand to slip on the wheel, and the car lurched away from the truck.

The driver's expression turned from lusty to concerned as Susan's car went off the highway and plowed into a field of tall grass, where she stopped. With a loud honk of the truck's horn, the driver pulled her truck over to the side of the road, jumped out of the cab, and ran over to Susan's car.

"Are you all right?!" she asked, just seeing Susan sitting there. She bent to the window, looking at Susan. Susan was catching her breath. It happened so fast. She was just glad nothing happened.

Susan was overcome by a desire, and she impulsively kissed the trucker softly on the lips. They pulled back and smiled at each other. "Oh, I think you're just fine," the girl said in a low voice, and they kissed again, a hot kiss that electrified Susan.

The driver opened Susan's car door and wrapped her arms around Susan, pressing their bodies together. Susan smelled the heady combination of the girl's scent mixed with the dust of the road. She went limp as the girl began kissing the side of her neck, moving beneath her chin, slowly turning and pushing Susan to lie her on her back on the carseat. "Oh God," Susan whispered as the girl's lips and licking tongue moved to her chest.

She felt her heart pounding in her chest as the girl's fingers began undoing the buttons of Susan's blouse. "I can't..." Susan breathed. "...believe you got this lucky?" finished the girl, who had exposed Susan's bra and was slowly pushing it up off her breasts.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." moaned Susan, her thought forgotten as the girl kissed her way over Susan's breast to her sensitive nipple. Susan began squirming slowly as the girl sucked gently. The girl was so pretty with her soft full lips pressed to Susan's nipple. She was playing her tongue over and around Susan's nipple, all the while keeping her intense blue eyes on Susan's, watching her responses.

Susan moaned softly, arching her back slowly. The girl moved to Susan's other breast, giving her nipple the same delicious attention. Susan began running her hands over the girl's hair, knocking the cowboy hat off, playing her fingers into the softness of it.

The girl chuckled low, and began kissing her way down, lingering on Susan's stomach, while Susan began to take sharp breaths inward. She drank in Susan's surprise and excitement with her eyes as she deftly undid Susan's skirt and pulled it down and off her legs.

Susan tried to speak, her voice coming out in a gasp. "Wait...wait...I've never..." she managed, her head falling backward, as the girl ran a finger between her legs, slowly moving it up and down over the cloth of her panties.

"...had it so good?" finished the girl in an amused voice. She giggled. "Me neither, cutie," she said brightly, and went to her knees on the ground by the car. Susan groaned. The feel of that finger moving over her was so good. The trucker knew how to touch her, and where. Her clit grew hard, and she felt her wetness welling up inside her pussy.

"Oh God," Susan choked out, as she felt the cool air moving over her pussy. The girl had pulled aside her panties and was admiring Susan's pussy, Susan's body, and looking at her for just a moment.

Susan had brief thoughts. She had to get to work. She had to let this girl know she'd never done this before. She had to know her name! But these thoughts were quickly banished as the girl put a soft tongue on her pussy lips and moved it wetly up her slit.

Susan's hips jerked upward as the girl's tongue made contact with her clit. The girl's breath hit her clit as she chuckled. "Mmmmm...you taste so good," she murmured, and began tasting Susan over and over.

Susan groaned, her hips rising to meet the girl's tongue, lost in the incredible feeling of the talented tongue sliding over her clit, pressing softly, moving it around, sending wonderful waves of pleasure all over her body.

Susan clutched the door handle above her head and held on so tightly her knuckles where white. The girl reached up and put both hands over Susan's breasts, squeezing them and running fingers over her nipples.

Susan began to feel she would go crazy with pleasure. No man had ever made her feel this incredibly hot sexy feeling! She slowly felt herself edging toward orgasm. So soon!

Susan's hips began moving faster, with more urgency, as she tried to press her pussy against the girl's face. Her moans came faster, her voice rising. The girl took a hand and began moving a finger over the opening of Susan's pussy, quickly slipping the finger inside.

Susan's body lurched as she felt the finger move inside. "OH GOD!" she shouted. "YES! Please, yes!" And her head began turning side to side as the girl found Susan's g-spot, pressing on the front wall of her pussy, moving that finger over it.

The girl's tongue was on Susan's clit, the finger inside her, and Susan could feel them meeting, touching through her skin, moving in a rhythm that began to carry her out of control.

"OH! OH! OH Noooooooo!" she shouted as she began to come. Her hips moved wildly up and down, the girl hanging on to her, licking, sucking, probing with two fingers now, laughing low. "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD" Susan screamed, just as she came, feeling herself spasming around the girl's fingers, the wetness spreading all over both of them. She gasped, over and over, as her body tensed, coming again as the girl kept up the rhythm of fingers and tongue.

Susan came, over and over. She didn't know how long it went on, or what was going on around her. She gave herself up to the girl's loving attentions, the intense comes rippling through her body until finally, she was released.

The girl crawled over her and held her, kissing her gently, while Susan hugged her and tried to stay awake. Who are you? she thought, and fell asleep.

Susan awoke to find herself alone, only the sound of traffic moving by filtering through her mind. She sat up, and realized she'd been covered with a blanket. She looked around, but she was alone. She quickly dressed and started the car, grabbing her cell phone out of her purse as she headed off to work. "You'll never believe what happened," she told her boss over the phone, "I was run off the road by a truck."

She stopped suddenly when she saw the phone number written in lipstick on the back of her hand, and smiled.



The Accident



She never felt a thing. One minute She was jogging down the street and the next She knew She was looking down on herself as the paramedics put her in a body bag. Off to the side She saw a tearful woman talking to a policeman and She drifted over that way to listen. 

"I never saw her! She came out from between those parked cars and was suddenly right in front of me. I never had time to hit my brakes. One second she wasn't there, and the next second she was." 

She watched while the cop made the woman blow into something and then write down something in a notebook. Another cop came over and said, "There are three witnesses; their stories are all pretty much the same. The deceased was jogging down the sidewalk and then she suddenly cut left between those parked cars and was immediately struck by this lady's car." 

Could She have been so stupid as to run out into the street without looking? She couldn't remember, but apparently there were three people who said She did. That was so unlike her; She never did anything like that. On the other hand, She was dead and there was no disputing that.

Where was She? She obviously wasn't in heaven or hell. She had no form or feeling, but She could see and hear. Could She talk, touch or smell? She floated over to the nearest cop and as She neared him he threw out an arm to point at something and it passed through the space She occupied - She didn't feel a thing and apparently, neither did he. She moved until they were occupying the same space and She shouted as loud as She could, but She heard no sound nor did he. She inhaled and smelled nothing. It looked as if see and hear was all She could do. 

She drifted over to the woman who, still weeping, was talking on a cell phone, "No, I'm all right. Just shaken up is all. I can drive okay. I'm only two blocks from Toby's; I'll probably stop for a drink to help me settle my nerves and I should be home when you get there. I love you, bye." 

She watched as the woman dropped the phone into her purse and when the woman walked back over to the two cops She felt herself being tugged along after her as if She was a piece of metal and the woman was a magnet. One of the cops looked up from his paperwork and said, "Just one more thing Mrs. Port. Do I have the correct spelling on your first name - ALETHA?" The woman nodded yes and turned to leave and She felt herself being pulled along after her. She drifted a little closer and the pull was stronger and suddenly She was sucked inside the woman's body. She was looking out through the woman's eyes and She felt the beating heart, the blood coursing through the woman's veins, and when the woman opened her car door She felt it - She had feeling again. Aletha started her car and with shaking hands on the steering wheel she drove off. 

Aletha maneuvered the car into a parking space in the lot behind Toby's Bar and Grill, and then went inside and sat down at a small table in the back. Aletha ordered a scotch on the rocks and when it came she picked it up with a trembling hand and took a sip. She could taste the smokey flavor and She was astonished - She was supposed to be dead - how could She feel things, taste things? It was all so confusing. Aletha got up to use the ladies room and when she was looking in the mirror, touching up her makeup She got her first really good look at the woman who had killed her. Good boobs, great legs, nice figure overall and a very lovely face. On the way back to the table She noticed the looks that Aletha drew from the men and She wondered if any of them would try to pick her up. Aletha had no sooner sat down than the question was answered; a very nice looking man approached the table and asked if her could buy Aletha a drink. She would have said yes, but Aletha declined and the man went back to his table. Aletha had one more scotch and then got up to go. 

Driving down the street She wondered if Ben had heard about the accident yet. He had asked her to marry him and She had told him She would have to think about it. She had decided to say yes, but now he would never know. It would be nice to see him once more; all they would have to do is turn left up here at Second Ave and go ten blocks and they would be at the Landing Strip Lounge where he would be shooting pool. 

As if on cue Aletha made a left turn on Second - Whoa! She thought, did I cause that? She looked into the rear view mirror and saw confusion on Aletha's face. Was it possible that Aletha didn't mean to turn there? The Strip was two more blocks down the street and She concentrated her thoughts on it and waited to see what would happen. As she neared the driveway into the Strip's parking lot Aletha slowed down and turned in. She looked into the rear view mirror and saw both worry and confusion on Aletha's face, as if she was asking herself "What am I doing here?" She said, "Not to worry honey, We'll just look in on Ben, stay a few minutes and then you can leave and get on with your life." As they walked up to the side door Aletha kept looking nervously around; she obviously wasn't familiar with this part of town and she was trying to figure out why she was here.

She directed Althea to an empty stool at the bar and was tempted to have her order a vodka tonic (She didn't really like scotch), but She decided that She was already intruding on the poor woman more than She should be. Aletha ordered scotch on the rocks and then She had Aletha turn to look at the pool tables. There was Ben, in the middle of a doubles match, and they sat and sipped scotch and watched him shoot. After several minutes one of the guys walked over to Ben and said something to him. Ben's head came up and he looked over at them. She held his gaze for several moments and then Ben turned away to take his shot. Several times over the next five minutes Ben looked over at them and he always found them watching him. When the match was over Ben racked his pool cue and came over to them.

"Hi" he said, "Haven't seen you in here before. You like looking at pool games, or were you looking at something else?" 

"What?" She thought, "Is he trying to pick us up?" She had Aletha say, "Pool never was my sport." 

Ben smiled, "Can I buy you a drink?" and She had Aletha accept. Ben asked them to join him at a table and they did. While Ben talked She became more and more pissed off. This asshole had asked me to marry him two days ago and now he is trying to pick up this bimbo (sorry Aletha, I didn't mean that). The shithead doesn't even know I'm dead yet and he's fucking around on me. It's a good thing I'm not going to marry him; he'd be fucking around on me before the honeymoon was over. She wondered if she could fuck over him and maybe make him feel like the asshole he was; make him do a guilt trip. How would he feel when he found out that while he was fucking Aletha She had been lying on a slab at the morgue? 

She had Aletha say, "I don't usually come to places like this, but as I was driving by I thought that this looked like a place where a girl might be able to find a stiff cock!" 

Ben smiled, "Honey, you have most definitely come to the right place. Would you prefer a motel, or would my van be all right?" 

She felt Aletha's body stiffen even as she spoke the words and She used whatever it was that She had to will Aletha into saying, "Your van will be fine." 

They got up and, to the amused grins of the other customers, followed Ben outside. Once inside the van Ben wasted no time in dropping his pants and letting his large cock spring free. God, I'm going to miss that she thought as she forced Aletha to take it in her hand and then lower her head and take it in her mouth. She could feel Aletha trying to fight what was happening and She ruthlessly forced Aletha to continue. Ben rolled Aletha over onto her back, pushed her skirt up, pulled her panties down and spread her legs wide. He moved between them, spit into the palm of his hand, stroked his cock a couple of times and then he started working his cock into Aletha's pussy. She could feel Ben's cock driving in and out of Aletha as Aletha lay there, numb, like this was happening to someone else and not her, but then She felt the tension start to leave Aletha and soon Aletha was responding to Ben's thrusts, her butt pushing up to meet him. She felt Aletha's body tremble as Aletha had an orgasm. Goodness, She thought, I certainly didn't have anything to do with that. She looked out through Aletha's eye at the unfaithful bastard that she would have married and was sorry that She had given him such a marvelous piece of ass. While She watched Ben started pounding faster into Aletha and then She felt the splash of his sperm as it hit Aletha's womb. Suddenly the side door of the van slid open and two guys were standing there. "Sorry to barge in on you Ben, but you have an emergency phone call. It's about Mary Jo." Ben grabbed his pants and hurried in to the bar leaving the two guy standing there staring at Aletha. 

She tried to follow Ben so she could see the look on his face when he was told She was dead, but She couldn't pull away from Aletha's body. Aletha's eyes seemed glazed and she was moaning as she worked her fingers into her damp bush. One of the guys turned to the other and said, "I don't know about you, but I want some of that" and he climbed into the van. The other guy hesitated, but then he too got in. She tried to get Aletha up, but whatever it was that She had that had allowed her to control Aletha it wasn't strong enough to overcome whatever it was that was controlling Aletha now. The two guys removed their pants and while one slid his cock into a moaning Aletha the other was stuffing his cock in her mouth. She felt both cocks and the twisting, humping motions of Aletha's body as the two men used her. 

The van door opened again and Ben looked inside. "I have to go, something has happened to Mary Jo." 

The guy in Aletha's pussy said, "If you don't mind, we'd like to use the van for a while." 

He reached for his pants and fished out his car keys and tossed them to Ben. Aletha was moaning and trying to say something, but the cock in her mouth kept anyone from understanding her. The guy fucking Aletha's pussy gave a loud grunt and spewed his cum inside her and when he pulled out the guy in Aletha's mouth scurried down to take his place. She heard the squishing noise the guy's cock made as it invaded Aletha's cum filled channel and noticed that the guy didn't seem at all upset that he was getting sloppy thirds. Aletha was crying out for the guy to fuck her harder and She saw the guy who had just finished heading for the bar. She knew what was coming next and sure enough the bar door opened and several guys came out and headed for the van. She watched as the guys formed a line and began to take turns on the poor housewife that She had taken over. 

"Pleased with what you have accomplished?" said a voice from behind her. 

She turned and saw a man in a white robe with a bright white light surrounding him. "Who are you?" she asked. 

"I'm your guide" the man said, "I'm here to escort you on your final journey." 

She felt herself flow out of Aletha's body and toward the light surrounding the man. She turned to look at Aletha, who was on her hands and knees with a cock pounding her from behind while her head was buried in another man's lap. She looked at the line of guys waiting for their turn in the van and She said "I can't just leave her there."

The man said, "You have made a mess of her life, there is no denying that, but don't feel too bad about it. In about a year she was going to have an extramarital affair and six months after that she would have been in the back seat of a car somewhere doing what she is doing now. All you did was speed up the process and we can adjust for that. No honey, the only one you messed up was yourself." 

"What do you mean?" She asked. 

As he drew her toward the brilliant white light he said, "You were not supposed to die tonight. Someone upstairs crossed a wire or something. As soon as the Boss discovered a mistake had been made he sent me down to correct it, but when I got there, you were gone. You should never have possessed that woman's body. I could not revive your body without you being there and by the time we tracked you down to this place it was too late. It's too bad, you know. You were suppose to live another sixty-three years." 

She cried, "Why is it too late? We can still do it, can't we?" 

"Fraid not honey" the man said. "Remember that organ donor card you signed?" She stared at him in horror as he continued, "Your kidneys came out about sixty seconds ago and your heart is being lifted out even as we speak. You don't have a body to go back to sweetie - you're screwed."



The Accident



Gregory awoke with a sharp gasp, sitting bolt upright in bed. His sheets were drenched in a cold sweat. The nightshirt he wore clung to his skin like the gossamer strings of a spider's pulp around its prey. It had been the same dream. The dream that haunted him night after night. The bright lights, the shriek of tires and brakes on pavement, a car horn sounding off, a terrified shout and sudden darkness. He'd wake up right about then, drenched in the cold sweat of fear and worried anticipation. Gregory didn't exactly know what the dream meant. He'd been having it for almost three weeks consecutively. Night after night he'd wake up at the exact same moment in the exact same dream with the same feeling of dread and shame-faced guilt. It was all confusing to him, and he didn't particularly want to figure it out.

The dream hacked at the back of Greg's mind constantly. Why did the same dream keep repeating itself? He'd never been in any car accidents that he knew of. His mother was a very safe driver regardless of the circumstance. Greg shrugged off his thoughts and stood up from the bed to get dressed. It was only 3:02AM, but it was clear that he wasn't going to be getting anymore sleep.

The house was dark and empty, as it always was. Greg flicked on the light in the kitchen as he made his way for the refrigerator. His mother was out at some friend's place or another, as usual. A note lay on the counter that had been there for three days. Greg had read it several times, but his eyes scanned over it again, as if expecting something else to be there. But it wasn't. It was just the same short note left by his mother three days ago when he was at school: GREGORY, I'M OUT AT DAVE'S BEACH HOUSE. DON'T KNOW WHEN I'LL BE BACK. THERE'S FOOD IN THE FRIDGE. IF YOU ABSOLUTELY NEED ME THE # IS: 338-2213 ~Mom~

Mom's notes were always short and to the point. She never left much information; let alone left any tag lines of endearment for her son. Now-a-days she was always gone. Never home for more than a few hours to get fresh clothes, put her dirtied ones into the laundry and put groceries in the house. Greg hardly ever saw her. He was always away at school or asleep at night. He would know when she had been at home because he'd be left with a few loads of her laundry to do, a note from her, and the fridge was full.

It didn't bother Greg anymore. He had grown numb to the feeling that he was no longer the most important thing in his mother's life. It's not exactly like he could really blame her. She was alone with a seventeen year old son. It had been eleven years since dad had died. She was tired of being homebound.

Greg halted as he was buttering a piece of toast. That was it. Dad was dead. The dream. His mother had never talked much about dad or how he died. But he had never asked either. All Greg remembered was that his dad was a great person and he had always wanted to be "just like dad" when he grew up. He set down the knife and toast and reached for the phone. He scanned through the list of speed-dial numbers posted on the side of the fridge and punched the 4 for his aunt Ginger.

It was only when Ginger answered the phone sounding half-asleep that it donned on Greg that it was 3:30 in the morning.

"H-hello? Who is this?" she sounded miserable.

"Aunt Ginny? It's Greg. I'm sorry to wake you. Can I ask you a question?"

Ginger sat up in bed with a yawn and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Of course it was her nephew. Only Greg would have the consideration to wake her up at 3:30AM and sound just as chipper as a young squirrel in springtime. "Sure hun. Something the matter, sweetheart?"

Greg heard the worry in his aunt's voice and quickly spoke up to keep her from jumping to too many conclusions. "No, Ginny. Nothing's wrong. I just need to ask you something."

Ginger sighed and lay back on the bed. "Well, you woke me up for this. Go ahead and ask then let me sleep. I don't like being up before the sun or even the newspaper deliverers. It's not natural." her tone was playful and Greg could tell there was a smile behind the words. Ginger was always such a good sport.

"How... how did my dad die, exactly?" Greg held his breath, almost expecting to be yelled at told off for waking her up at this hour just to ask how his father had been killed.

There was only a moment of silence, then a soft sigh. "...She hasn't told you, has she?"

Greg didn't know how to respond to that. "...No, Ginny. She hasn't." his voice was quiet and unsure.

Ginger sighed again and just closed her eyes. "No. I suppose she hasn't." she paused again, formulating her thoughts to be able to tell her nephew something he should have known the truth about many years ago when he was old enough to understand and not be left to guess or wonder. "He was killed in a car accident, hun. It wasn't his fault. It was icy. He was just sitting there in a turn lane. An eighteen-wheeler lost his brakes. The trailer slid on ice and he had no way to pull it under control. It jack-knifed as it hit your father's car. The trailer went to one side, the truck to the other..." she trailed off, hearing a small sound from her nephew. "Greg?"

Greg kept silent a moment as he struggled with the sudden onslaught of fact about his father's death. He took a deep breath to be able to speak again. "I-I'm okay. I... I just never knew. Thanks for your help, and I'm sorry for waking you."

Greg set the receiver down without even a goodbye to his aunt. The silent tears fell uncontrollably as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. He was a man. He wasn't supposed to cry. It had been eleven years since his father's accident had occurred. Greg had only been six at the time.

Memories of the dream crept up on him. As he sat down to breakfast, his mind was in a haze. In his mind he saw it again. Two bright lights were headed directly for him. Headlights.

Greg forced the replay from his mind. He didn't want to see it again. He didn't even want to think about it.

After breakfast and watching a bit of early-morning TV, Greg showered and dressed for school. Just as he was heading back downstairs, the doorbell rang. It was Chris. Chris always picked Greg up to go to the high school almost half-way across town.

When Greg opened the door, Chris was standing there, his '92 bright yellow Ford Explorer was pulled up in the driveway. Chris only had to look at his friend once to know something was up. Greg's face was almost ashen white and his eyes were red from crying.

As Chris joined Greg in the car and both were buckled, he pulled the vehicle into reverse. As they moved in the general direction of school, Chris glanced over at Greg for only a moment. "You look like you've seen a ghost, man."

Greg was silent. His eyes watched the traffic as it passed by his window. "I have."

The Explorer turned on to the stretch toward their high school. "Same dream?"

Greg nodded, laying his head against the cool glass of the window. It felt oddly good. "Yeah. Again. Every night."

Chris reached over and patted his friend's arm. "It'll be alright, Greg. You know, my mom's offer to find you a counselor is still open."

There was worry in Chris's voice. Greg had progressively gotten worse the more he was left alone in that big house with no other outlet but school, and once in awhile a friend taking him someplace to get him out of it. He was very worried. Depression wasn't a normal thing for Greg. Gregory was one of those very happy, active, general good guys. He could have any girl he wanted in the school if he had let them get close enough. It wasn't like him to be so down and sulky all the time.

Greg shook his head at the gentle hint. "I'll be okay, Chris. I just need to figure things out."

"You can't figure them out without someone willing to be around long enough to tell you the things you need to know." The scornful comment came out of Chris's mouth before he could think about what he was saying. "I... I'm sorry Greg. I didn't mean it. I..."

Greg cut him off. "Don't worry about it. I know what you mean. And you're right. My mom hasn't been the best mother in the world. But it's not her fault. She lost her husband, her mate. That did something to her head."

"Yeah... I guess." Suddenly Chris laid into the brakes with a shout.

Greg lurched forward in his seat and his head smacked into the window he'd been leaning in to. The dream was back. The vehicle lurched out of control as the passenger side slammed sidelong into a semi-truck. The horn of the car and truck were both blaring. The truck's stopped, but the Explorer's didn't. In a haze Greg glanced over in the direction of his friend. Chris's head was laying awkwardly on the steering wheel. Blood was oozing from a wound on the other side that couldn't be seen. The seatbelt was holding him up from collapsing completely. His jaw was set crookedly. The steering wheel had split open the side of his face.

Greg tried to move and found he couldn't. Soul-shattering pain seared in to his mind. He was stuck! Greg tried again, but his body wouldn't respond. It couldn't. His legs were caught by the side of the vehicle that had caved in. His right shoulder was broken and a piece of metal had cut in to his side deeply.

Greg looked again in the direction of Chris. His friend was unconscious, but he was breathing. It was labored and slow, but he was alive. Greg smiled in spite of the situation. Chris meant a lot to him. It was good that he was still alive.

As thoughts tugged at Greg's mind, he fell into a white haze. His father stood before him, reaching for him. Greg reached out and took his father's hand. His father smiled warmly, speaking in that deep voice Greg remembered so well. "Come with me, Gregory. Come and I will show you."

The whiteness faded away, back to the vehicle. But it wasn't Chris's Explorer. It was smaller. The radio was playing "Yellow Submarine" by The Beatles. It was dad's favorite song.

His dad was sitting in the driver's seat, patting the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing. Greg was in the backseat. The left-hand turn signal of the car was blinking. They were stopped. There were two headlights in front of them. The dream. All over again in played in Greg's mind but with far more vivid detail and memory. Greg's dad spoke. "What the hell?!" He reached down for the car's gearshift, but it was too late. The semi had lost his brakes. Greg watched as the trailer swung out of control on the ice, dragging all ten tons with it. There was a shout from his father, then a sudden lurch as the car was slammed in to. Both sides of the vehicle came toward Greg. He was in the center. In a child's seat. The car had been demolished. At the front of the car, Greg's father had been crushed with the rest of the vehicle.

The vision began to fade back to the white plane with his father. Tears were streaming down Greg's cheeks. "I... I was there with you..."

Greg's father nodded solemnly, patting the back of his son's hand. "Yes you were, my son. Gregory, I love you. I am sorry I have had to haunt you. I just wanted to let you know that I do love you, and I wanted you to know the truth. Go now."

"Dad! Wait! No!..." The vision faded and Greg's eyes opened. He was in a white room. A hospital room. Something was stroking his head. He turned his eyes in the direction of the source and found his mother was sitting there.

"Hey baby. Don't move. Just stay still. Shh..." she leaned down and kissed his forehead, moving hair from his eyes.

"But... Chris..." Greg closed his eyes, the lights too bright and feeling a little dizzy.

"Chris is fine, Greg. You just rest." she was quiet for awhile until she was sure Greg was asleep again. "I'm coming home, son."

***

A little over a year later after Greg's accident, Greg's mother was re-married to Dave and pregnant. Greg and Chris had both made a full recovery and were better friends than ever in their graduating year.

Greg had a mom again. And now a new dad and a sibling on the way. Dave and Greg got along great. Dave was the father Greg had never gotten to enjoy. They did everything together.

Greg's life was whole again. The dream quit haunting him, and things were close to perfect. The spirit had finally gone to let his family live their lives again.



The Accident



I was actually getting used to going to the library everyday and learning what the Internet was all about, I had no idea what I was missing until I got my own computer. A whole new world had been opened up to me. It was somewhat overwhelming, but exciting at the same time. The thought of being able to talk to someone on the other side of the world without calling them on the telephone or writing a letter was a fascinating concept.

Thankfully, I had a friend who helped me "learn the ropes" and took me into some chat rooms and introduced me as a "newbie." I said hello and was welcomed with open arms by the other people in the chat room. Such strange and unusual names, but what was the strangest part to me was that some people were actually addressing each other by their given names, not their screen names.

For months I ventured into the same chat room and got to know the people on the other side of those names quite well. We chatted into the early hours of the morning on some occasions, on other occasions, we had a short but sweet chat session, ending it with our goodbyes until the next day.

There were men and women in the chat room, but one man in particular caught my attention. He was witty, charismatic, intelligent; a real charmer. He didn't pick favorites, he spoke with everyone and was always polite and courteous. He sent me an instant message just to say hello. He introduced himself as John, and said he was from the same area as me, and we discovered he was actually only a few miles away from me in the next town.

There was a mystery about him, or at least I felt there was. Perhaps it was because I had never seen his face, perhaps it was because he was someone I might have met on the street and didn't even know it. 

We ended up talking every night. After about two months he asked if I wanted to meet him. I was a bit nervous because of all the bad stories I had heard about people meeting other people from the Internet and being hurt or killed. He assured me I had nothing to worry about and proceeded to give me his full name, address and telephone number. Then he said I could choose the place for us to meet, he didn't want me to feel pressured into meeting in a possibly unfamiliar area.

Naturally, I was still nervous, but I agreed. I passed the information he gave me on to my roommate and told her where we would be, just in case. It turns out he was right and I had nothing to worry about.

We met in January, shortly after the new year, at a local restaurant not too far from either of us. I was standing in the doorway of the restaurant when a man approached me, he smiled and reached out his hand while introducing himself. 

John was one of the most handsome men I had ever met. He had shoulder length sandy blonde hair and emerald green eyes. He stood about six feet tall and had a muscular build. Yes, sounds like a typical description that men give when in chat rooms, but in his case, it was true. When he spoke, I could detect a slight accent, perhaps British or Irish, and I asked him about it. He said he was originally from London, but moved to the United States with his parents when he was a boy.

It was around two in the afternoon when we met at the restaurant, and we had gotten so caught up in talking that we completely lost track of the time and when we left, it was nearing eight o'clock. He walked me to my car and we said our goodbyes. We met for lunch everyday after that. On the weekends, we would catch a movie or just sit at home and talk.

He was always a perfect gentleman. After six months of dating, I told him I was falling in love with him. He confessed that he felt the same way. The day after we told each other how we felt, he came by with a dozen long stemmed red roses and a small package. I let him in and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. He handed me the roses and led me to the living room where he sat me down on the sofa. 

He handed me the small package he was holding and asked me to open it. The package was the size of a ring box and I had a pretty good idea of what was inside. He got down on one knee and took my hand in his. 

John took the ring and placed it on my ring finger on my left hand and said, "My heart belongs to you now, Sheryl. I give you this ring as a promise that I will never leave you. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." While he was still holding my hand, he reached up with the other and wiped away my tears, he kissed me gently and asked, "Will you marry me?"

I looked at the ring then at him. I was speechless. Here was the man of my dreams, down on one knee, proposing marriage to me. I thought I was dreaming. Of course, I accepted, and told him, "I love you, too."

A few days later, we began talking about plans for the wedding, when we would get married, where it would be and who we would invite. He seemed rather distant, and when I asked him what was wrong, he smiled and said he misses his parents since they moved back to London recently, but he knew he would get to see them again soon. We decided to have the wedding in September, two weeks before my 31st birthday. As the day approached, the plans fell into place and everything was going smoothly. 

On the day before the wedding I received a phone call. It was a nurse from the local hospital. She told me that John was in a car accident. There was apprehension in her voice. Was there something more she wasn't telling me? Or something I did not want to hear? I didn't ask but hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital to be by his side. 

When I arrived at the hospital and approached John's bed, I was shocked to see the condition he was in. His head was wrapped in gauze and he had a breathing tube coming out of his mouth. There were machines everywhere that helped him breathe and monitored his brain waves and his heart. It wasn't an easy sight to deal with. I left his bedside long enough to go to the waiting room and call my parents. My mother answered and I told her what happened and asked her to get in touch with John's parents some how. They had flown in from London for the wedding and I told her what hotel they were staying at. After she made the appropriate phone calls, she and my dad came to the hospital to be with me.

A police officer came into the room shortly after I returned, introduced himself and said he wanted to explain to me what had happened. I didn't want to leave John's side, but eventually I complied. We went to the waiting room, I got myself a cup of coffee and sat down at a table in the corner of the room waiting for the police officer to join me. 

He started off with telling me how the accident had happened. "I was on the opposite side of the freeway following another car that was driving at high speeds and swerving in and out of traffic. I tried to catch them, but it was too late, they had lost control and jumped the median, they were heading into oncoming traffic. John probably wouldn't have gotten hurt, but we found an open bottle of alcohol at the accident site." 

I told him that was impossible, John didn't drink.

"It was the occupants in the other vehicle, a man and woman both in their 20's, who had been drinking. The collision happened quickly and they were killed instantly," the officer informed me. 

I began to cry. The officer looked at me, his eyes filled with remorse. "He was conscious only briefly, repeating your name as he gripped my hand," he paused, inhaled the exhaled deeply. "He was wearing his seat belt, but the impact of the crash caused his ribs to be crushed and caused his head to crash through the windshield of the car."

I broke down, I told him I didn't want to hear another word. I jumped up from my chair and ran out of the waiting room back into John's room, took his hand and put my head on his shoulder and cried.

"John, you're the love of my life, you promised me you would never leave me. I won't know what to do without you. I love you with all my heart and soul." I felt him squeeze my hand. It was a good indication that he had heard me. "My life hasn't been the same since I met you and I cannot possibly imagine my life without you." 

At that moment, the life support machines in the room went silent and all I heard was the steady tone of the heart monitor. John had flat lined. I frantically reached for the call button, but before I found it, several nurses and two doctors rushed into the room pushing me out of the way in an effort to save his life. I sat down in a chair in the corner of the room, stunned. My love, my everything, was dying. I was helpless. The doctor's worked feverishly to revive him and there were brief signs that he would recover, but then nothing. I couldn't hear what the doctors were saying. I was numb. 

This is the day before our wedding, how could this be happening? I thought to myself. 

Then just as everyone thought all hope of reviving him was lost, he opened his eyes. The doctors called me over. I took John's hand in mine. He looked up at me, smiled and whispered, "I love you. I am sorry." He closed his eyes and I felt his grip on my hand loosen. The room fell silent and we all knew he was gone. 

I leaned over and kissed his cheek and said, "Goodbye, John, I will always love you."

One of the nurses took me out of the room. I was devastated. I found my parents in the waiting room and approached my mother, I hugged her tightly and she hugged me back and let me cry on her shoulder. 

"Mom, he's gone," I cried, "he's gone." She just held me as I cried and told me everything would be okay. 

"Now you will have John watching over you in heaven, you have your own guardian angel. You know he won't let anything happen to you." She hugged me tighter and let me cry for as long as I needed.

"Why did this happen, mom? Why is God punishing me?" I loved John with all my heart and soul and God took him from me. What did I do to deserve this?" My mother didn't answer, I don't think she knew the answers herself. "He's gone, mom. I will never be able to love again."

My mother helped me to my feet and we walked out of the hospital. I got into the backseat of my parents' car and and I felt hollow inside. Suddenly I had a feeling that a presence was sitting beside me. I looked to see if my mother had decided to ride in back with me but I was alone on the seat. It was a cold feeling, yet not evil. I looked around but saw nothing to explain this sensation. The cold presence turned warm as it covered my body. 

Then I heard John's voice whisper in my ear, "Never forget me, I love you with all my heart." I felt something similar to a kiss on the cheek and a gentle breeze blew across the inside of the car as the feeling of warmth subsided and left me staring out the window.

At that moment, I felt peace and happiness. I know that for one brief period in my life I learned what it was like to be loved unconditionally and to give love unconditionally. 

As we drove home, I knew that my mother was right, I would forever have John watching over me, protecting me from harm, and allowing me to one day feel love again. 



The Accident



Copyright 2009 by madengineer3

This story is purely fiction. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is implied.

I want to thank MiliktheRed for editing this story. 

*

My name is Paul Gray. I am an assistant professor of physics in a medium sized college. I normally was very careful, not leaving anything to chance. As I re-discovered, it only takes one slip to cause major damage.

It had been a bad accident. I had been working in the lab doing some minor clean up when it happened. Someone had left the YAG laser flash lamp pump power supply off, but fully charged. Without my knowing it the "bleeder resistor" was damaged the full charge was present in the capacitors.

I made the stupid assumption that the capacitor bank was discharged and started to work on the flash lamp trigger circuit. When it fired my unprotected eyes were in the main beam. I must have gone into shock because when I awoke I found myself in a bed, but without any lights on that I could see.

"How are you doing Doc?"

"I'm not sure. Would someone turn on the room lights? It's awfully dark in here."

"Doc, you are lying in direct sunshine. You got singed by the YAG laser."

"How bad is it?"

"Well, the skin burns around your face should heal up in the next week or so."

"Why don't I see you?"

"Doc, your eyes were in the direct beam. The retinas were destroyed. I'm afraid you are permanently blind."

I didn't know what to say. I was a sixty two year old divorced man with an ex-wife who hated me and a daughter who had left with my ex-wife. I had heard from neither of them in the last fifteen years. I was alone and now I was blind.

"How long have I been here?"

"Only about six hours. They're trying to decide what to do with you."

"They don't have to decide. I want to go to my home. I know where everything is. I am capable of taking care of myself."

"Are you sure of that?"

"Yes. Now, please get someone to bring me my clothes and I could use a cane if they have one available."

I have never been comfortable having other people helping me do things I could do myself. I wanted to get home. Have a beer and listen to some good music while I thought this thing through.

I was home later that afternoon. I live in a rural area. I asked my lab assistant to close all the blinds in the windows and lock the door on his way out. I called the head of the physics department and told him I would be taking a long leave of absence, or maybe just resigning. He reminded me that I had stored up about six months of vacation time and another nine months of sick leave. He suggested I use the sick leave, and then some of the vacation until I could sort things out. I thanked him. Got myself a beer, and sat down to listen to some good music.

************

Being blind had brought a lot more problems that I had imagined. Doing anything from dressing to taking a shower or shaving took on whole new dimensions of difficulty.

I decided that I needed a housekeeper. I called a friend at school and had him put an ad in the paper for me. It read:

Wanted: A live in housekeeper/cook. I would prefer a college graduate or at least someone who is a good conversationalist. Good wages and covered medical and dental. Call ..........

It was put in the paper and I started getting phone calls. I taped the calls so that I could remember each of the callers. For the first week, or so, I had lots of calls. Most of them were either young kids just out of high school, or older people (some with serious problems). Then I got a call that grabbed my attention.

"Hello, is this professor Paul Gray?"

"Yes, do I know you? Your voice rings a bell in the back of my head. What is your name.?"

She said her name was Sharon Smith.

"Sharon is a nice name. I had a daughter named Sharon, years ago."

"I understand, from a friend, that you are looking for a housekeeper and cook. I am pretty good at both of those tasks. I would like to interview for the position. I've recently left the hospital after a long recovery from an auto wreck, and I have injuries but I can do your type of work. My face isn't all that pretty after all the work they did to rebuild it. My face won't let me go back into the classroom. I used to teach high school science. At least my school insurance covered the recovery work."

"Sharon, I am blind. Your face is no problem for me.

We should get together and talk. When would you be available?"

"At your convenience. Where do you live?"

I told her, and was surprised at the long silence that followed.

"Did I say something wrong, Sharon?"

"No, how long have you lived at that address?"

"About twenty-five years, give or take a few."

"I can find the house. When do you want me to come by?"

"I'm free all this afternoon. Is that too soon?"

It wasn't too soon. Sharon arrived at the appointed time. I led her into the living room and we sat down. There was something about Sharon that told me that she was the one.

We discussed duties and pay. She was agreeable to the terms.

"When can you start, Sharon?"

"At your convenience."

"How about today?"

"I need to move my clothes and such over here and take care of the all the business that is involved with moving. I would want to move my stuff in before I am truly working for you. I shouldn't be doing moving on your time. Would tomorrow or the day after tomorrow be acceptable? "

"Yes, but don't worry about moving in on my time. I will start your time as of right now. Things will work out."

Sharon got up and let herself out.

The next year and a half went better than I had hoped they would. Sharon seemed to know exactly the things I liked, and she did them exactly as I would have wanted her to. It was almost like she was a mind reader.

We were moving in toward Thanksgiving when things start to change. I was sitting in the living room when I though I heard crying. I followed the sound and found myself at Sharon's door.

"Sharon, are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm sorry I bothered you. I didn't think you would hear me."

"Do you need help with something? I'm always willing to sit and listen. I can't promise I can do anything to help, but sometimes talking things through helps."

"I don't want to pass my hurts on to you, professor."

"Nonsense. I would be happy to listen and talk with you."

"Okay." 

I went back to the living room and Sharon followed me. When we were seated she started to speak.

"I miss my family so much. My mother is dead and my father probably wants nothing to do with me. I feel so alone. With Thanksgiving coming up next week the lack of family is overbearing."

"I can understand that, Sharon. My wife left me after I found her in bed with one of the college's athletic coaches. When she left she told my daughter that I was the one who had cheated on her. My daughter left at about the same time and I have been unable to find her since. I have tried, but without luck. At least we won't be alone this Thanksgiving. We make a strange family, but you feel like family."

"Can I sit near you, professor? I need to feel someone next to me."

"O.K. but please understand it has been years since a young lady has sat next to me. If anything 'comes up' please don't take it personally. It's just ...."

"Don't worry, I won't become upset."

Sharon came over and sat next to me. She leaned against my side and put her head against my shoulder. I put one arm around her to let her feel wanted.

We sat that way for probably a half an hour.

The following week we had an ice storm. The sheriff's office declared a state of emergency. Nobody was to go out on the roads.

This was no big deal.

That evening as I was getting out of the tub, I slipped, fell, and hit my head. The next thing I knew I was in my bed and had a brutal headache.

"Owwwww, what happened?"

"You slipped in the bathroom and took a bad fall. You've been out for about half an hour now."

"How did I get into bed?"

"I moved you in here and hoisted you up. I figured it was better than leaving you on the cold floor. I've talked to the emergency room doctor and he has told me what to do and what I should watch out for. You appear to be doing well."

"Thank you. I'm sorry you had to do that."

"You know, professor, you are a nicely built man! I was tempted to take advantage of you. For a while there you had as big an erection as I have ever seen."

I must have turned beet red.

"Don't be embarrassed. I'm just trying to complement you. You have always been a gentleman around me and I will try to be a lady."

"You have no idea how hard it can be to be a gentleman at times, Sharon."

"I can see that, your erection has come back again. May I ask you a personal question?"

"Yes, but I may decline to answer it."

"How long has it been since you have taken a woman to bed with you?"

"Since my wife left me! I don't want to get hurt again. And on top of that, my ex-wife told my daughter so many lies about me I didn't want to do anything that would validate those lies."

"You are a strange man. Most men would simply take whatever chance they could get to bed a woman. But you are being true to yourself in the face of such a temptation. You're quite a mensch."

"Thank you. Could you get me something for this headache?"

"I can't do that professor. The doctor was concerned that you might have had a concussion. I need to watch out for bad signs for the next twelve hours. The best I can offer is an ice bag."

"I guess that will have to do. Thank you."

The next day things were considerably better. My head didn't hurt as much as it had in the previous day.

Thanksgiving dinner was very good. Sharon was an excellent cook. After dinner we went into the living room and Sharon asked if she could put on one of her favorite pieces of music. Of course I said yes.

The music she selected was Leibestraum, by Franz Liszt. She sat down next to me pulled my arm around her and snuggled against me. 

I had tears in my eyes.

"What's wrong professor?"

"You'll think it's silly. But, my happiest memories are of having my daughter snuggled up against me while listening to this same piece of music. Every time I think of her my heart aches."

"What would you do if you found her?"

"I don't know. I really don't think she'd give me the chance to explain the way things really were. Her mom got custody because that is simply what the courts did back then. Besides that, I suspect that her mom poisoned her mind for good."

"You are a good man, professor. Your wife must have been an idiot."

I didn't respond to that comment.

"You know, I have taken quite a liking to you. Does that offend you?"

"No, Sharon, I also have taken a real liking to you. In fact I think I'm falling in love with you. I'm sure that you will think that is ridiculous since I am blind and so much older than you are. But, the truth is I can't picture my life without you in it."

Sharon said "I feel the same way." She snuggled closer to me and pulled my hand down so that it was resting on her left breast.

"That's dangerous to do, Sharon. I can handle temptation, but I may not be able to handle that kind of temptation."

"What makes you think that I want you to avoid this temptation? In fact, I would really enjoy playing with you in all sorts of ways. I am not attractive due to the extreme damage caused by the car wreck, so I also have not had any intimate physical contact in the last year or so."

"But, it wouldn't be right."

"Why?"

"Because I can only go all the way with someone I am married to. I am a strong believer in my faith. This type of playing could lead to actual intercourse, and as a Christian I can't go that far unless I'm married to the woman."

"Can you accept going almost that far?"

"If we can stop, I could do that."

Instead of an answer, Sharon moved over so that she was straddling my left leg and her breasts were on my chest. The she started kissing me. I hadn't felt this alive in years.

I could hear her opening up her blouse and taking off her bra. The next thing I knew was that a breast had been placed at my mouth. I licked and sucked it enjoying the pleasure I had so long been denied. Sharon moved her breast away from my mouth and replaced it with her tongue. I was lost in desire and pleasure.

Suddenly Sharon said: "Let's go into the bedroom."

I was very open to that suggestion.

When we got to my bed Sharon removed my clothes and helped me to remove her's. She felt so good against my hands. I had her lay back onto the bed with her feet off the side of the bed. I then proceeded to kiss my way up the inside of one thigh and then the other. After both thighs I moved in to start kissing her pussy lips. I hadn't been this hot in years. I started to lick her nicely shaved slit and spend some time rubbing her clit with my tongue. She tasted wonderful. My skill returned to me and before long Sharon had been through several orgasms.

"It's my turn to play with you professor."

"Where do you want me?"

"Just like you had me."

I moved up so that my back was on the bed and my legs reached down to the floor. The next thing I knew Sharon was gently fondling my balls and kissing my cock. It didn't take long for her to start to lick and suck the end of my cock. I knew I couldn't last much longer.

"I'm going to come. You can just give me a hand job from here on."

She kept on doing what she was doing. I exploded. I may have even passed out for a moment. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

As I became aware of the room again I could feel Sharon cuddled up against me.

"I don't know what to say Sharon. Saying thank you just isn't enough. You have given me a gift far greater than you realize. I don't want to lose you. You are helpful, you care for me, and you are wonderful in bed. I'd love to make this arrangement permanent. But, I'm an old has been."

"Stop talking like that professor. You are not an old has been. You are tender, caring, and a gentleman. I love being around you."

"What would you say to a December May marriage? I don't want to be alone anymore."

"You would marry me? You've never seen me."

"Since when do I need to see with the eyes that which I can see with my heart."

I could feel tear drops on my chest.

"I'm sorry if I upset you, Sharon. I didn't intend to offend you."

"You haven't offended me. I'm kicking myself for having been a fool for many years. Yes, I would love to marry you. However, I can't have kids. Part of the damage from the wreck required them to do a complete hysterectomy on me. Can you live with that?"

"Yes, I've had a vasectomy. Kids are not in the offing."

We decided to get married the week before Christmas. It was a small, informal affair that happened in our living room. That night we were alone for the first time as husband and wife.

We made love most of the night. Oh, was it wonderful. As we woke up in the morning Sharon cuddled up against me and said

"I have a surprise for you."

"Is it a good surprise, or a bad surprise?"

"I think it's a good one, but it will come as a shock. Here, I've always let you play with my left breast. Please suck on my right breast."

I eagerly took it into my mouth and started to play with her nipple with my tongue. That's when the shoe dropped.

"You have a second nipple on this breast. I have only known of two persons who had that anomaly. My wife and our daughter."

I continued then to pleasure her with my tongue.

"Have you ever considered doing this with your daughter?"

"No, it wouldn't be right."

"Are you sure?"

I was a bit nervous now, "what are you getting at?"

"It's been a long time, but Merry Christmas, husband of mine and Dad of mine. We are back together again, and this time we have truly fallen in love with each other."

This Christmas was the best I have ever had. 



The Accident



Driving to work every day during rush hours becomes a stressful event. The bumper to bumper traffic, people on phones, not paying attention, merging without blinkers.. it's all just a matter of time until someone slips up, no matter how careful you are. So there Jake was, just coming off the bridge, tantalizingly close to his exit when WHAM, he got jarred from behind by an SUV.

Sighing, Jake looked in the rear view and couldn't see past the rear view to who was in the driver seat behind him. He put his blinker on and pulled off into the shoulder and rummaged through the glove box for his insurance card, a pen and some paper.

Opening the door, Jake was hit by the cool air of the late afternoon. Summer had ended, for sure. Looking at the Expedition that pulled off to the side behind him, he noted that, of course, no damage had happened to that massive truck. Walking to the back of his Mustang, he winced seeing the crumpled bumper and bent in trunk.

Shaking his head, he looked in the windshield of the SUV, and saw two women arguing with each other, occasionally dipping out of sight like they were looking for something. He walked over to the driver door and knocked. The girl on the other side looked up and flashed him a nervous smile, and he couldn't help but notice her sparkling eyes.. light brown with speckles of green.

"I'm SO sorry," she began..

"Yeah," Jake said, absently, "these things are bound to happen. Here, why don't we just swap insurance info. I have a pen.."

Jake trailed off, noticing the woman bite her lip, and her passenger gave her a little punch.

Swinging her head around she snapped at her friend, "Jenn - cut it out!" and turned back to look at Jake, who got a sinking feeling about asking for her insurance card.

"Well, you see.. " she began, "I can't find my card.. but," she cut Jake off as he opened his mouth to talk, "BUT, I know I have it at home. Seriously. I live nearby. You can follow me."

"Look, maybe we should just get a police report and.." Jake started..

"Oh, please, c'mon!" She pleaded.. "If the cops come and I don't have my insurance card, I'll be SCREWED. Look, here, take my cell phone number, and you can follow me. It's like 5 minutes."

"Well.." Jake was unconvinced, and worried she was scamming him.

"Here, dial this right now..." she gave him a string of numbers, and he punched it in his phone. Her cell phone started ringing and she picked it up.

"Hi, Sarah here!" she said into the phone, which was echoed into Jake's phone. "See? You have my phone number, I have yours, you follow me, I'll get you the insurance, and we'll be all set."

It was getting colder out, traffic was still almost at a stop, so it would be ages for a police car to get through. Looking up at the exit, it was clear, and they could drive right onto it from the shoulder. He relented.

Sarah's face brightened and she started her car and pulled in front of Jake, who dutifully followed her onto the exit. In less than 5 minutes, she was pulling into the driveway of a neatly kept home, complete with white picket fence.

Sarah was shooing Jenn ahead of her to hurry up for some reason, and Jake made his way to meet Sarah as she approached the front door.

"Thank you sooo much," she said, opening the door for Jake, who held it for her to follow in after Jenn. "See? told you I wouldn't ditch ya! Let me go get that card."

Sarah disappeared quickly as Jenn came out with a couple of beers. "Here you go.. least we can do."

Jake was still somewhat in a fog over this little whirlwind of events and took the beer, taking a sip. "Thanks, " he managed.

"Sarah can be so forgetful. But she'll be right out. Totally my fault, I'll say. I was asking her about something and I was trying to get a little rise out of her, and I guess I did. She was startled, then bang! Right into you."

"Fabulous.. so what was it that you said?" Jake asked.

"I asked her if she knew her ex was begging a girl we both know to use nipple clamps on him," Jenn said, with a straight face and a sly smile.

Jake, in the middle of a sip of beer, choked a little, surprised.

"See? totally my fault." Jenn confirmed. "Come, sit." Jenn led him to a sitting area, and he sat back on a comfy loveseat, as Jenn took the chair opposite him.

Sarah appeared at his side, holding an insurance card, and before Jake could stand, she was suddenly sitting on his lap.

"See? Here we go. Again, I'm so sorry, but also I'm so grateful you have been SUCH a gentleman and so understanding."

"Umm... not a problem," Jake replied.

"And not involving the cops.. I would have lost my license. Sooo, I thought maybe I could thank you properly," she finished, looking coyly into his eyes, hand slowly stroking his thigh.

Jake body was already running warm, and now he felt a little dizzy as all the blood rushed elsewhere. His cock was straining against his slacks immediately, easily seen, and a glance over at Jenn confirmed that. She gave him a little head nod acknowledgment before licking her lips and looking down at his crotch. Sarah then leaned in and kissed him.

Her soft lips pressed gently against his at first, as he tentatively returned the kiss, still somewhat taken by surprise by this sudden turn of events. As he kissed her back, she pressed harder, his hands went up around her, embracing her. Her one hand curled through his hair, the other, still on his thigh.

As their lips parted, and tongues came together, Sarah's hand moved instinctively, and traced the outline of Jake's hard member, eliciting a low moan from him. Jenn smiled to herself watching. They had quickly put together a plan when the accident happened - it was an accident - based on a fantasy both had kept talking about over the years. And now it looked like they were living it. Sarah had that insurance card in the car the whole time.

Sarah pushed Jake back, straddling him, as they kissed. His hand roamed through her hair, tugging back slightly as she pull against him, straining to keep their lips pressed. Her hands went to his chest, tugging at the buttons on his shirt quickly. Jake felt her warm hands hit his bare skin and pulled her, crushing their mouths together. Sarah scooted up his body, sitting on his stomach as he felt hands undoing his belt, realizing it must be Jenn.

Pinned down by Sarah, Jake couldn't move as Jenn undid his pants, zipping them down, and suddenly pulling them off. His hard cock sprung through the opening in his boxers, feeling the cool air, as he kissed down Sarah's bare neck. He felt a warm hand grip him, and he bit into the skin of Sarah's neck at the sudden rush of pleasure, feeling and hearing Sarah moan above him.

Sarah's fingers gripped his hair, guiding him further down, and his mouth trailed over the soft skin of the top of her breasts. He worked his hand up, cupping one through her shirt, then tracing along the edges, finding the edge of the material and pulling it away. Her hard nipple expose, he flicked his tongue across it as he felt Jenn's tongue flick over the tip of his cock.

Jenn closed her mouth around the head of Jake's hard member, swirling her tongue around it, tasting the precum already leaking. She slowly worked down his shaft, while at the same time careering her friend's round ass sitting in front of her.

Sarah, pulled Jake's head to her nipple and his mouth closed around it, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He nibble lightly, sucking on it. Jake Was overwhelmed by the sensations as he worked open Sarah's shirt and flicked open her bra, burying his face into her pert breasts, inhaling her soft, sensual smell.

Jenn ran her hand down Sarah's ass, under the short skirt, and up along her thigh, as she continued to bob slowly up and down Jake's cock. Tracing a finger along Sarah's thong, she slid it under her panties, finding her friend already open and wet. She hooked a finger around the thin material between Sarah's ass and pulled slowly back, encouraging her friend to slow slide back. As Jenn lifted her mouth from Jake's cock, she heard him protest slight. But quickly positioned him, sliding Sarah's panties to the side, against Sarah's wet lips.

As Sarah felt the warm hard head against her, she slowly eased down, smiling as Jake moaned around her nipple, shivering slightly as he bit it harder as she enveloped him. Sarah began to slowly ride Jake, her wet juices already running over her balls. Jenn began to lick her juices up, sucking on Jake's balls, and licking down further.

Watching her friend's pussy slowly move up and down that sexy cock, she giggled to herself as Jake's hips thrust up slightly as her tongue flicked over his little asshole. Sarah's pace quickened and Jenn could hear Jake starting to breath heavily as he worked her friend's tits. Pressing her tongue more firmly against Jake's ass, she massaged his balls and slowly worked her tongue in his tight little hole.

Jake couldn't take much more. Jenn was licking his ass - his ass! And it felt incredible mixed with Sarah's warm pussy gripping his dick. "God.. Oh, I'm going to come," he managed to stutter out, and suddenly Sarah lifted off him, grabbed his member, and began to pump him, her breath playing over his head, mouth open. Suddenly free from Sarah on top of him, he was still paralyzed to move, transfixed by the scene he looked down at. Sarah stroking and licking his cock, Jenn licking his ass and massaging his balls, he felt the orgasm coming and let loose.

Sarah squealed in delight as cum spurted from his cock, his ass convulsing and pushing Jenn's tongue out, then in. Cum splashed Sarah's lips and tongue, and dripped down over his balls and ass, where Jenn licked it up feverishly. He came hard, and Sarah continued to stroke him as Jenn moved up, kissing Sarah deeply, cleaning the cum from her lips and face.

Jake's cock was still hard, Sarah's stroking keeping him up, and the girls smiled at each other, then turned to Jake.

"MM.. I think that's a nice beginning of a thank you," Sarah smiled, Jenn nodding her head in agreement. The girls stood, each grabbing on of Jake's hands to pull him up. "But I think we can do better."

Jake let himself be directed by the two sexy women who just gave him one incredible ride, and hazily followed them into the bedroom. "You, sit," Jenn directed, sitting him on the edge of the bed. Jenn and Sarah embraced, kissing, their hands roaming over each other's bodies and quickly removing clothing piece by piece.

Jake's hand went between his legs, stroking himself shamelessly as the women kissed, hands sliding over naked skin, and he took in the sight. Jenn was a bit taller, about 5'7", brunette, full breasts, and shapely curves accented by a nice tan. Sarah was a redhead, barely 5 foot, pert, handful sized breasts, with rock hard nipples at least a 1/2 inch. Both were shaved, lips pouty and moist with their excitement.

"No it's my turn to do a little thanking," Jenn said, turning to Jake. Her hand slid up his thigh, sending shivers through his body. "You don't mind if Sarah helps a bit in getting back at me for causing the accident, do you?"

"No, of course not.." Jake grinned. He couldn't believe his luck.

Jake and Jenn layed back on the bed, exploring each other's bodies, his hands sliding between her legs, working two fingers into her wetness. He heard Sarah walk back into the room, not realizing she had left, and glanced back at her.

Jake's eyes went a bit wide, and he paused for a second, taking in the sight. Sarah stood before him, a green cock sprouting from her crotch in a harness. Her hand was spreading some lube around the strap on as she spoke. "C'mon Jake, let's fuck the hell out of her..."

"Just lay back, baby," Jenn said to Jake, as she straddled his waist. Without waiting for his to say anything, Jenn lowered herself with a long moan onto his shaft, slowly working up and down, getting him deeper with each stroke, until Jake was buried in her. "Oh god, Jenn, you feel so good," Jake said, looking down and seeing himself completely inside.

"Just wait.." Jenn replied, leaning over him, kissing him deeply. She didn't move on him, and when he tried to thrust a little, she stopped, pushing him back down. "Just wait, baby..."

Sarah had moved to the foot of the bed, and Jake felt her between his legs. Sarah gave Jenn a smack on the ass, Jenn cooing in response. Sarah placed the head of the strapon at the entrance to Jenn's pink rose bud and slowly slid it back and forth before pressing forward ever so slowly. Jenn kissed Jake harder, and he could feel her pressing back against Sarah's dildo. Then he could feel the semi-hard rubber tool sliding in Sarah, the ridges teasing along the underside of his cock, as Jenn buried her face in his neck, her teeth biting into his shoulder.

"That's it baby.. take my fat cock in your ass," Sarah said, gutturally. Jake could feel it slowly slide in, inch by inch, over his cock, buried in Jenn's pussy, which had begun to already convulse in the first stages of orgasm. When Sarah was in fully, she slowly drew out, then slide back in. The feeling around Jake's cock was amazing. Jenn wrapped her arms around him, and pinned him down, her warm breath in his ear. "Don't move.. don't fucking move, baby.."

Jake wrapped his arms around Jenn, her nipples pressing hard into his chest, as he stayed perfectly still. Sarah began to fuck Jenn's ass, stroking in and out, until she set up a steady rhythm. Jake didn't move, but his cock was getting stroked like never before. As Sarah began to speed up, he could feel his orgasm building again. Jenn has begun coming as soon as Sarah started fucking her in earnest.. her juices coating Jake's balls, dripping down his ass, wetting his stomach.

"Sarah, that feels amazing.. I'm gonna cum soon.." Jake cried out.

"Just a little more, Jake.. I'm so close, " Sarah replied. The feeling of the strapon rubbing against her clit each time she pounding in against Jenn, and the little nub that fucked into her pussy was bringing her over the edge. Thrusting harder and harder, she was fucking herself as she fucked her friend's ass, and the strapon stroked Jake off. Jake yelled out he couldn't hold it anymore and he began to come inside Jenn, her walls milking him for all he was worth. Sarah quickened her pace one last time, and exploded, her legs going week as she slid fully into Jenn, and stayed there, buried, slumped over her friend and Jake.

As they slowly untangled themselves and lay in each other's arms in the bed, Sarah and Jenn kissed Jake.

"I think that's a good down payment on our apology... will you come by again when we call for your next installment?"

"I'm thinking you can apologize as much as you feel you need to... after all, it was pretty careless of you." Jake joked back.

"Yes, yes it was.." Sarah said in a mock serious tone. I'm sure we'll have plenty to make up for. Jenn and Sarah shared a little secret grin, kissed each other, then help Jake up to get cleaned up.