0 comments/ 36842 views/ 25 favorites From Crash to Crush By: Steelhand Evan Gray was a thirty-two year old contract computer networking expert. He spoke every major European language fluently. He had just gotten back from Paris setting up a network for a French bank chain. He was taking a well deserved rest. But things wouldn't be peaceful for long. He never saw the car run the red light. Before Evan knew it his airbag discharged and slammed him in the face. When all the moving parts came to a stop and the sound of crashing metal and breaking glass silenced, he was sitting across the intersection headed in the opposite direction he had been going. His head was reeling, his face hurting; something in his left knee didn't feel right. Bystanders were soon at his window asking if he was all right. He shook his head and came back to reality. Evan could tell by the looks on the peoples' faces that he wasn't in the best of shape. He felt the warm blood run into his eyes. The police were there in no time. Soon an ambulance screamed onto the scene. A paramedic was looking him over. There was a nasty cut just at his hairline but nothing life threatening, it looked much worse than it was. The paramedic helped him from the car and walked him to the ambulance, he had an obvious limp. A young lady was already in it on a stretcher, her left arm in a splint, her head wrapped in a neck brace. She was gorgeous. The police were talking to witnesses as the ambulance tore out for the hospital. The doctor looked Evan over and stitched his head; it only took four, then released him. He was hurting and started to call a cab to take him home. Then he thought of the young lady that he had hit. He checked at the desk and got her room number. They were going to keep her overnight for observation. She had a broken arm and a very bruised hip. They had taken x-rays and thought there might be some internal problems, they just wanted to make sure. Evan rapped lightly on her door. A small pained voice beckoned him in. He pushed the door open slowly. This poor little thing looked like she had been in a wreck. Duh! He walked to her bedside. "Hi, I'm Evan Gray, I think we met earlier on the street. We didn't have much time to get acquainted." He said trying to lighten the mood. She giggled but groaned and quickly closed her eyes in obvious pain. Evan apologized for making her laugh and took on a more serious demeanor. He pulled a chair close to her bed and asked if he could sit down. She shook her head ok; her eyes still closed tight. "I never saw you coming honey, I am so sorry you're hurt." He started. "Was your light red, I could have sworn I had the green?" "I don't remember. I was on my way to an interview. I had a job interview this afternoon. Oh no I will never get the job now, they don't even know what happened to me." She said moaning. "Oh no, I didn't get insurance on the rental car either, I couldn't afford it. And the wreck was my fault? Oh no, I really blew it this time." "Oh, I'm really sorry, can I do anything to help?" Evan asked. "Could you get my purse and cell phone for me?" She said cringing in pain. "Sure." He replied. He got her purse and placed it on the bed beside her. She was lying on her right side, her left arm in a cast. She couldn't get her phone; she looked at Evan and asked him to get it out of her purse. There was a day planner with the phone number in it. He looked it up and put the phone to her ear for her suggesting he could hold the phone while she talked. She shook her head no and decided to wait until later. There was no use calling now, she was sure the job was history. Evan asked her what her name was and who it was she was supposed to talk to. His heart went out to this hurting little beauty. "Sally Pierce. I was supposed to see a Sally Pierce." She answered. "I'm Teresa Brady." Evan dialed the number. When the secretary answered he asked for Sally Pierce. When Sally came on the line he began to explain Teresa's absence. She was in the hospital, she had been in a wreck, she was ok, but she wouldn't be able to make the interview. Sally told Evan she had tossed the girl's file and forgot about her when she missed her interview. She would pull the file and wait for Teresa to call her to reschedule. Then she asked whose fault the wreck was? "Oh the wreck? It was the other driver's fault. They ran a red light and hit Teresa's car on the driver's side." He told her, lying. Teresa studied him with a puzzled looked. Hadn't he just told her that the wreck had been her fault? Was she that messed up that she couldn't remember the past few minutes? Maybe the drugs they had her on were really good ones. She didn't have the mental capacity to think about it. Evan assured Sally that Teresa would be calling in the next few days. Sally told him to tell her there was no rush, to get feeling better, the job wasn't being filled for at least a week. There was a knock on the door, a policeman stuck his head through the door. When he saw Teresa and Evan at the bed he walked in. He started questioning her about the wreck. He had talked to witnesses and she had definitely run a red light causing the wreck. He needed her to sign the ticket and he would be on his way. Evan took the ticket book from him. "You have things mixed up officer. I ran the red light, not her. The wreck was my fault not hers. I don't know who you talked to but it was my fault." Evan looked at Teresa she was looking at him more puzzled now than ever. The officer took Evan's license information and handed him the ticket. Evan signed it and the officer was on his way shaking his head. Evan made six figures a year this little girl obviously couldn't deal with the insurance and cost of this wreck as well as he could. He smiled at her. She smiled back and said thank you as her eyes closed. They talked more. She had flown in yesterday, rented a car and had a room at the Motel 6 near the airport. She was putting everything she had saved into getting this job. She had passed the initial interview, the secondary interview and now she was on the verge of getting the job. Sally had made promising comments about her resume and she thought she had a better than even chance of getting it. Evan may have just saved her from losing it all. She was worried about the motel room. She had only paid through today. If she wasn't there tomorrow to check out what would they do with her things? Evan asked her to let him go and check her out and take her things to his house. He had tons of room and she would be welcome there as long as she needed to get her interview set back up. She objected at first, he had already gone above and beyond the call of duty. He convinced her with desperate pleading. He took her room key and headed for the motel. He had the cab take him home and he got his second car and went to the motel, paid her bill and got her things. He put them in his guest bedroom. He made the bed and straightened up the room. He wanted it to be nice for her when she got there. He couldn't wait to get back to the hospital. When he got back to her room she was silently balling her eyes out. Tear stains were on her pillow, she was holding the emergency room bill in her hand. She would sob and writhe in pain. Evan wondered how much his heart could break for this sweetie. She had reddish blonde hair down to her shoulders. Her face was pale she had a hint of freckles on her cheeks. He couldn't tell how she was built but she was slender from all the evidence. She had soft gentle blue eyes. She must be about five feet six inches. She looked to be between twenty-five and thirty. Evan took the bill from her and studied it. Hospitals were expensive places to stay these days. "What am I going to do? I can't pay my motel bill let alone this?" She whimpered and sucked in a deep pained breath. "Your motel is paid honey. And don't worry about this right now, we will take care of it. My insurance should cover it for you anyway." He told her. "No, Evan. I can't do that. You don't even know me. I'm not letting you pay this for me. You've already done more than you should. I just need to get home and forget I ever came here." She said feeling down and out. Evan talked to her and made a few jokes. She didn't laugh much but she seemed to settle down and start letting things sink in. Things always looked brighter in the morning. Evan fed her at dinnertime. Evan stayed past visiting hours. The nurse chewed him out twice and told him to hit the road. They talked awhile longer, he didn't want to leave. He got up and took her hand and told her to sleep well and not to worry tonight, things would work out. He was nearly at the door. "Evan, before you go, my back is driving me crazy. I have an itch and there's no way I can get to it. Could you help me?" She asked, no ulterior motives. "Sure honey where does it itch?" He asked returning to her bedside. He started scratching inside her hideous hospital gown between her naked shoulder blades. Lower she asked. He untied the first string and pulled the gown off her back. Her left arm was on her pillow, the soft curve of her breast showed slightly beneath her arm. He gently worked on her back. She directed him to the right spots and she would moan softly when he hit the mark. He scratched down to the next tie but she still needed him to scratch further down. He untied the next one and continued. He scratched across the small of her back, when his hand got to her left hip she grimaced in pain. "Oh Evan stop! That hurts. What do I look like down there?" She asked. Evan lifted her gown off her hip. Her tender soft white flesh faded to a deep purple on her hip. He could tell the left cheek of her bottom was black and blue also. He didn't lift her gown too high but as far down her thigh as he could see she was bruised badly. This would take some time to heal. But he couldn't help notice how gorgeous the sway of her back into her full firm hips and butt was. "Oh you look...its very...(nice he thought)...bruised honey. Everything from you hip down looks very bruised." He told her. He pulled the blanket to her waist covering her backside and continued to scratch her back. She was so delicate and her skin was so white and she had the cutest freckles on her shoulders. The nurse came in with Teresa's sleeping pill. She would need it tonight. The look she gave Evan would have killed lesser men. He smiled at her and hit the door quickly, telling Teresa he would be back in the morning. The nurse administered her medicine and tied her gown back. When Teresa's eyes opened the next morning he was sitting there, waiting for her to wake up. She closed her sleepy eyes and smiled at him. "Good morning Lancelot." She said. "Lancelot?" He answered and smiled back. "Or Gallahad, or Pallidan, or Ivanhoe, whatever your name, you are my knight in shinning armor. Thank you Sir Evan." She said. Evan had seen the food cart in the hallway and Teresa smelled the aromas drifting through the air. She was hungry. Once again Evan fed her. She was able to roll onto her back this morning. She sat up in bed for him. He shared her coffee but the food wasn't really very appetizing. She would wince from time to time and shift in the bed. Her bruised body still aching immensely. When she had had enough he pushed the tray table away and just sat looking at her. "I must look a mess." She said running her right hand through her disheveled hair. "You look like you were in a wreck." He said smiling at her. "Yeah, did you get the number on that truck by the way?" She joked. "Yeah, it was me." He joked back. They talked about the coming days and how they would work things, her staying with him. He would get her to her interview when she needed to. She questioned him about his work hours, he laid out his work schedule and she realized he worked for himself and could pretty much be where he needed to be whenever he was needed. He didn't have another scheduled trip for two weeks. He would take care of her until then. She would be much better by then, all would be fine. He questioned her on informing family of her demise and she told him she didn't have any family, except for an old aunt and uncle back east but they were of no concern. Something in him felt good to be there for her but something felt bad knowing she didn't have anyone in the world to care for her. Well he cared for her now and he would be here for her, taking care of her every need. About ten in the morning the doctor came blasting into the room without so much as a hello. He asked her how she felt. All in all she was doing ok. He told her there would be no lasting effects and she could schedule an appointment to have the cast looked at in about six weeks. They would decide then whether to remove it or leave it on. "You're dismissed." He said as he blew back out the door. Evan and Teresa just sat and looked at each other for several seconds. Then Evan got up slapping his hands on his knees and started gathering her things. There was blood on her clothes and Evan had thought to bring her a robe figuring that she wouldn't be putting clothes on anyway. Nothing was going over that hip and Evan didn't find anything in her suitcase that would work to wear in her condition. He pulled a new robe from a bag and handed it to her as she slide out of the bed. He bought it several months ago and hadn't worn it. Luckily it would fit for a man or a woman. "For me?" She asked smiling. "Yes indeedy." He answered, smiling back at her. Evan helped her out of bed and slipped the robe over her cast as she put her other arm in the sleeve. It was a little big, fitting loosely, but it was ok. He didn't have any slippers to fit her so she went bare footed. An orderly came in with a wheelchair. She took a seat holding her things in her lap and Evan followed them down the hall. A nurse met her at the desk and had her sign some more papers. More money she didn't have she thought to herself. Evan ran ahead when they got to the first floor. He raced to the parkinglot and got his car. He pulled to the circular exit drive and got out and helped her in. She was in obvious pain as he lifted her into the car. She rolled to her right side and almost sat with her back to him. He got her home as quick as he could, she needed to be more comfortable as soon as possible. He pulled into the drive and opened the garage door. He lived in a three bedroom brick home. It was nice. He wrapped her arm around his neck and eased her into the house. He made his way to a large couch, sat her down and lifted her feet onto it laying her down. She was aching from the ride home. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Evan had a message on his machine. He needed to go take care of a little job for a client. He would only be gone for an hour or so. She assured him she would be alright. She fell asleep soon after he left. When he returned she was standing at his picture window gazing out into his manicured backyard. She turned slowly and smiled at him. He put his briefcase on the dining room table, disappeared for a second then joined her. "I like your place, this is nice. And your backyard is so pretty." She said. "Well thank you, I think you need something pretty in your life right now don't you?" He asked. "Oh I think so, with all the ugliness of the last twenty-four hours." She said sighing but still smiling. "Hey, Teresa, let me show you your room!" Evan said excitedly. "Ok." She said. She was walking better now that she had rested. Her room was sunny. Evan had bought flowers and put in her room to welcome her. The room smelled so fresh. She loved it. It had a decidedly masculine feel but she liked it, it was nice. Her things were on the bed, she hadn't brought a lot with her. She held up her ruined dress and sighed. "This was the only decent dress I brought with me, I just needed it for the interview." She looked so disappointed. Evan reached into the closet and pulled out a dress as close to hers as he could find. He had taken her things from the hospital last night. He had taken time to go by the mall while out taking care of his client earlier. He took the dress to a store and asked a saleslady to get as close to it as she could. She had done a good job. Teresa held it up and looked in the mirror shaking her head and looking at Evan. "You're too much. When did you have time to do this? You were at the hospital first thing this morning." She said amazed. "Just a minute ago while I was out, do you like it? I didn't want you worrying about it, I didn't see anything else in your things that you could wear to an interview." He asked anxiously. "If it isn't right we can go shopping later." "It's perfect Evan, it couldn't be better. I like it better than my old one; it looks great. You're one wonderful thoughtful man Evan, thank you again. If you had a dollar for every time I have thanked you in the past day you could pay all my bills." She laughed, pain crossed her face once again. She sat down on the bed holding her side. She closed her eyes and started to lay back on the bed. Evan took her feet once more and helped her. He sat on the bed beside her and held her hand. It took so little to cause her pain. Funny, her broken arm didn't hurt as bad as her bruises, at least not yet. She rolled onto her side and looked up at him. She slowly closed her eyes and seemed to be more at ease. She still had her robe on but just draped over her shoulder on her left side. He laid down beside her, his face to her back and pulled the robe off her shoulder and began to gently rub her back. That stupid gown would have to go soon but for now it was the most sensible apparel she had. She fell asleep. As much as he wanted to lift her robe and check out this hot little bottom he resisted. The thought of taking advantage of her put a sour taste in his mouth. He got up when she was asleep and went to the kitchen. What would he fix for dinner tonight? Evan was busy cutting vegetables for a salad; the smell of something wonderful was cooking in the oven. She yawned and stretched her right arm and shrugged her shoulders. "Something smells good Evan, what is it?" She asked smiling. "Pork chops. I hope you like them." He answered continuing with his salad. "Umm, I do." She took a seat on a stool at the bar looking into the kitchen. She watched as he danced around the kitchen like he belonged there. Doing this and doing that. He was experienced in this place. She was amazed to watch him work. When dinner was on the table he pulled her chair out and sat her. He would normally have a nice white wine but he decided that in her fragile state she better stay as sober as possible. She said she would normally drink a glass of wine but she agreed with him this time. They had iced tea. Everything was perfect Teresa thought. The chops were wonderful, Evan had cut Teresa's up for her. The salad was great. She was hungrier than she thought. She hadn't had a lot to eat the past two days. She ate until she couldn't eat another bite. Evan loved watching her. She needed her strength. And the way her mouth moved as she chewed was intoxicating to him. Funny how little things like that can strike you in a big way. They retired to the living room and sat and talked for hours after dinner. She was applying for an assistant editor's position with a local publication. She was excited about getting the job and moving here, especially now that she had met Evan. Teresa was feeling better all the time. She would shuffle on the couch to get comfortable. When the pain got too intense Evan got her some pain pills the hospital had sent home with her. She was off to Lala land in no time. She would laugh at the slightest joke. Evan took advantage to make her laugh, hoping not to cause her any more pain. They talked and laughed for another hour. From Crash to Crush "Evan do you have a plastic bag I could wrap around my cast, I would love to take a shower." Teresa asked. "Yes of course." Evan said going to the kitchen and returning with a trash can sized bag. He pulled the bag over her arm and placed a rubber band above the cast to hold it in place. She retired to the guest bath. He could hear the shower turn on. He turned on the TV and waited for her to come back. He had only been watching for five minutes when he heard Teresa scream out in pain. He rushed to the bathroom. "Teresa! Are you all right?" He called through the door. "Ohhh." Was all she could say. "I'm coming in." He said and opened the door. He couldn't see anything, the shower curtain was pulled. He called her name and she just moaned out loud. He peeked around the curtain to see Teresa lying in the tub writhing in pain. He tried to ignore her nudity. He couldn't help but see her soft light red pubic hair and her wonderful round, pink nippled breasts. He only studied them for a second. "Teresa, honey, what happened?" He asked grabbing a towel and laying in over her. He turned off the shower and knelt beside her. "Oh Evan, I slipped and fell, I couldn't catch myself with this cast. I hit my left arm on the tub. It hurts so bad. And I hit my head too." She said rubbing the back of her head. He put his arms under her, her wet skin was smooth. He asked her if he should lift her, she shook her head yes. He picked her up as gently as he could. He carried her to her bed and laid her down. He got another towel and laid on the bed and shifted her on top of it. He dried her body trying not to get too personal, how could he keep from it? When he had done all he could without touching her private parts he left her to dry the rest. He got her robe and laid it at the foot of the bed. "If you need me call, I'll be just outside ok? And when you get dressed call me." He told her. It wasn't long before she came shuffling out. What else could happen to this girl? She rubbed the back of her head, it still hurt and her hair was nasty. She hadn't gotten far enough to get it shampooed. Evan disappeared into the kitchen and was back at her side quickly. He led her to the kitchen and picked her up and laid her on a towel he had laid next to the sink. He placed her where here hair would drift into the sink. He wrapped the towel around her neck. He left her there and returned with her shampoo. He turned the water on and tested it until it got just right. He took the spray nozzle and began wetting her hair. She looked up at him and smiled and relaxed to let him indulge her. He was working the shampoo suds through her hair gently. He could feel a bump on the back of her head. He touched her softly. She moaned and sighed at the wonderful sensation. She closed her eyes and drifted away. He rinsed her hair and started all over. He shampooed and rinsed her hair three times and started on the fourth. "Evan, I think that might be good. I do want to have some hair left when you're through." She said smiling and giggling. "Oh sorry Teresa, I guess I just got caught up in washing your hair. It is so beautiful and soft. It's amazing, I have never touched hair that soft." He was still running his fingers through it. "Thank you, I'm glad you like it." She said. He wrapped her hair in a towel and sat her up on the counter, her legs dangling off the side. She fidgeted with the towel the best she could with one hand and sat looking at him. "You want to watch a movie?" He asked. "I don't know what movies do you have?" She asked. He carried her to the couch and sat her down. He went to his DVD rack and started calling the titles. When he called one she loved he put it in the player and took a seat beside her on the couch, her right side needless to say. Before long he had slid to the end of the couch and had pulled her down on a pillow in his lap. She settled in to enjoy the show. The light from the kitchen and the light from the TV were the only lights on. He touched her left shoulder and fondled her arm just inside her cast. She asked if he had anything he could stick down her cast to scratch her arm, it was starting to itch. He went to the kitchen and returned with a wooden spoon. The handle would reach quite a ways down her cast and still be smooth enough not to cut her skin. He slipped the sleeve of her robe up and slid the handle inside her cast and began to rub it gently. She sighed a sigh of relief. The movie was funny in parts and serious in parts. One serious part had the couple in the movie undressing each other as they worked their way to the bed room. The scene didn't show much but it was enough. "Oops, I forgot this part, sorry." She said. Evan hadn't watched the movie himself in a long time, he didn't remember it either. He didn't see anything too unseemly but it bothered Teresa. He fast forwarded through the sex scene. "Thank you." She said patting him on his knee. "I'm not a prude but it's kind of uncomfortable watching that with someone I really don't know. A man I really don't know whose house I am sleeping in. A man I really don't know whose house I am sleeping in who is being a perfectly wonderful gentleman." "No problem, do you want me to turn it off? We could watch something else." He offered. "No I don't think there is anything else to worry about. You probably think I'm silly reacting like this." She said. "Actually, I think you are being sweet and very precious." He said, squeezing her shoulder warmly. They finished the movie. Teresa wasn't the least bit sleepy. She had been so drugged and had gotten lots of rest. She wanted to lay in his lap and talk. He wouldn't have moved for the world. They made small talk and laughed and joked for hours. Evan was rubbing her shoulders and back the whole time. Finally, she sat up and took the towel off her hair and shook it gently. "Would you brush my hair?" She asked. "I would love to." He answered. "Where is your brush?" "On the dresser in my...your guest room." She said. "No, you're right, it's your room as long as you need." He said, getting up to retrieve her brush. When he got back she was sitting in the floor against the couch. He straddled her shoulders and sat back and started gently running the brush down her soft strawberry hair. He pulled her hair back into his hand and stroked it with her brush. She laid her head back on the couch and soaked in the wonderful feeling. Soon her arms were dropped to her sides; she was almost asleep. Evan looked down her soft alabaster neck; her robe was coming open. The inner edges of her round firm breasts were exposed, the weight of the cast pulling the robe further off her left breast giving him a good look at it. Her nipples were totally covered, this was no more than looking at her in a bikini but it was exciting him greatly. She was so pristine, so beautiful. She was messing with his head like no woman had ever done before, and she wasn't doing anything. He studied her and continued to brush her hair. Suddenly she startled awake and pulled her robe closed. She leaned her head back and looked up at him. "Sorry about that, was it a good show?" She asked, sighing a sleepy laugh. "No, nothing to go crazy over. Maybe if you untied it, it would fall open further." He joked...well maybe not so much of a joke. "Umm." She moaned turning to look at him her sleepy eyes barely open. "I'm going to bed, ok?" "Sure honey, whatever you want." He replied. He helped her to her feet. When she turned to walk to her room he took hold of her shoulders and began to massage them gently. She died in her tracks, dropped her head back and informed Evan he had one hour to stop that and then he was on his own. In other words it felt so good he better not stop. He thought to himself what a hell this girl had been through over the past day. If he could provide a little pleasure in the midst of this ordeal he would do all he could. He slipped his hands inside the robe and gently worked on her naked skin. She held the robe closed at her breasts as he slid it off her shoulders. She was loving this treatment in more than one way. "Oh, we better call it a night now." She said questioning her own words. "Umm, ok. I could rub your back until you're asleep if you want." He offered, not wanting this night to end. "Umm, I want but...uh, better not." She responded. "Ok. Sleep well." He said, walking her to her room. She turned at her door and smiled at him. She eased the door closed. There were no locks but she knew she didn't need one. Neither of them slept well this night. Teresa took off her robe and got naked into the bed. Her right hand touched her tender nipples and thought about the wonderful guy just down the hall. Soon she was bathing her fingers in her wet desirous vagina. She was ashamed of herself but it felt so good. Why didn't she just go get in his bed. She was embarrassed at the thought. This knight in shinning armor would not respect her tomorrow if she seduced him tonight. And besides all that, she was touching herself where no one else had ever touched her. She was a virgin and wouldn't know what to do if she did go to his bed. She took care of her yearnings with her own fingers as she had many, many times before. He drifted through her mind as she fell asleep. Evan tried to sleep but couldn't. This little lady had him...excited...interested...he wasn't sure what his feelings for her were? But he had them and right now they were settling between his thighs. His penis was swelling at the thought of her in the next room. Her soft white skin lying in her bed. He got a towel and lubricating jel from the bathroom and returned to bed. He was stroking his engorged manhood thinking about Teresa's body. He had just gotten a glimpse of it in the bathtub earlier but it was enough to get him off. His mind did wonder to the sweet little French teller at the bank in Paris he screwed several times while he was there. Well after all just seeing Teresa's body was great but it wasn't the same as having touched and made love to someone. He was a man, damn masculine brain had to go get nasty just to beat off. When he was relieved his thoughts flew back to Teresa. He drifted off thinking of her, his satisfied tool lying limp on his belly. The next morning she woke to the sounds of rustling in the kitchen. Soon there was a soft knock on the door. "Teresa?" Evan's voice was barely audible. "Yes." She answered softly. He opened the door slowly, not wanting to catch her in a state of undress. He poked his head in and told her breakfast was almost ready. He didn't need to tell her, when he opened the door the marvelous aromas flooded the room. He smiled at her and closed the door. She was in her robe and standing beside him at the stove in no time. He poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her. He took care in preparing the meal to make sure she could deal with everything he fixed. There were no hard to cut up items. Eggs, bacon, link sausage, toast. There was coffee, orange juice, and milk. He had it all on the table, a glass of each already poured for her whether she wanted it or not. "You know if you don't stop treating me so good, I will never be able to climb to the top of that ivory tower you're in. It just keeps growing and growing, I can hardly see the top now." She said, looking at the spread he had laid out for her. "Oh you are very mistaken my lady. I have to keep my tower growing to try and reach the top of yours." He replied. "Ppppfffff, I'm not in a tower. I'm an idiot that caused all this. If I could drive we wouldn't be here...," her words melted as the dreadful thought struck her, she looked at him, he was looking at her. How could they be glad about having a wreck. If they hadn't had a wreck she would just have been another driver in another car that he would have never seen or met in a million years. They ate breakfast in relative silence. The thought of how close they came to not meeting obviously bothered them both. After breakfast Evan got Teresa a pair of sweats. They were big on her but they were comfortable and easy to get on and off. Except the cast, it wouldn't go through the cuff on the sleeve so Evan cut the sleeve off just below the shoulder. She gasped as he cut into the material with his scissors. She couldn't believe he was ruining his sweats for her. There he goes again, adding height to that tower. They settled in the living room and watched college football. They sprawled on the carpet. Evan would get restless and move to the couch. Then get up for more coffee and come back to his recliner. He was bouncing around the room like a rubber ball. When he settled in his chair she rolled flat on her back and looked up at him. "You're awfully restless." She said. "Yeah, I don't know why I'm so antsy. I need to do something. Too much energy, I need to go do something. You want to go for a drive or something?" He asked. "Sure!" She jumped to her feet as fast as she could. They drove past the office complex where Teresa was to meet with Sally Pierce. She knew where she was going now at least. They drove by the wrecking yard where both their totaled cars had been taken. They were amazed that they weren't hurt any more than they were. They drove around town. Evan showed her the sights. Nothing special. He decided she needed to see a nearby lake. She sat back and seemed to enjoy just being here with him. They got to the lake. The breeze off the lake was chilly. He hadn't thought to bring a coat for Teresa's bare cast wrapped arm. She was getting cold but she didn't want to leave. It was beautiful here and she wanted to enjoy it. Evan put his arm around her for warmth. He would look down into her eyes as they talked. He would quickly look away. Finally, he let go of her and took off running toward the shoreline. He swooped down and grabbed a handful of rocks and began skipping them across the water. She made her way to him, not running. She stood there watching him and laughing and cheering him on when a rock would go particularly far. This went on for almost thirty minutes. Finally, Evan dropped the rocks in his hands, brushed the dust off and looked out over the lake. "Get all that energy out little boy?" She asked him jokingly. "No mommy, I still have way too much." He replied, looking down at her beautiful face and wind swept hair. Evan took her gently in his arms and leaned down to her face. His lips were mere inches from hers and he looked deeply into her eyes. She looked back longingly into his. She grimaced a little as his hand came to rest on her bruised hip. He pulled his hand away and apologized adamantly, so sorry he had caused her pain. She took his hand and placed it back on her hip easily, and looked back into his eyes. Her lips parted slightly as his moved closer to hers. Her eyes drifted to his wonderful mouth as he drew closer. As his cold lips pressed against hers, she closed her eyes to let this first sweet kiss sink in. Soon their lips were warming up and this first kiss turned hot and delicious. His tongue darted out to touch her lips but quickly sucked back into his mouth. He was using all the restraint he could muster, sensing that this girl was not as experienced as he was. He pulled his lips from hers quickly, her eyes were still shut and her mouth open waiting for more. "Oh Teresa, please forgive me, I shouldn't have done that. It's just that I have been dying to kiss you ever since I saw you in the ambulance. I just couldn't. I was afraid that you would think I was taking advantage of you. I mean you're practically a prisoner in my home. I just wanted you to feel so safe there with me. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you Teresa. I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." His words spewed out of control. She placed her hand over his mouth and looked dreamily into his eyes. "Evan?" She asked. "Yes Teresa?" He replied. "Shut up and kiss me." She said, her eyes closing. He kissed her deep and long, he had never felt like this kissing a girl before. It wasn't like he screwed every woman he met but he was experienced and there was something different about this girl. Their lips melted together for several minutes, Evan holding her soft body close to his. When the kiss ended Teresa took a small step back and looked down at his bulging sweats. He hadn't even noticed he was so lost in this wonderful long kiss. His manhood had swollen against her belly, the combination of the chilly weather and her warm body were too much to stand. She looked back up at him smiling but turning red. "I think you have a problem down there little boy." She said shyly. "Oh Teresa, now I really am sorry. I couldn't help it...it just came up...no, I mean I didn't mean for it to...oh Teresa, just slap me and get me out of this...," his stumbling was interrupted by her slap. She smiled as her hand smacked hard against his cheek. She was flattered but couldn't let on. She had to play the part of the insulted embarrassed young lady. She repeated the slap but with a series of short snappy easy slaps. "You're a nasty man Evan Gray. You should be ashamed of yourself." She said. "That's what I'm trying to tell you, I am ashamed, I can't believe he did this to me." He responded trying to act innocent. "Oh, you jerk, you put the blame on an inanimate object and try to weasel out of this? Now you should really be ashamed." She played it to the hilt. "He has a mind of his own you know? He has been begging me to get to know you better the whole time. I think I've done a great job to keeping him under control, I mean look at when you fell in the shower, you were butt naked and I had to help you out." He was digging his hole deeper. "How dare you bring that up now? I couldn't help it, I am incapacitated and you took advantage of me to look at my body, you're a nasty man." She said tucking her arms at her sides and smiling at his uneasiness, still flattered that he would react to her this way. He sensed her chill and wrapped his arms around her. She objected playfully and called him a sex fiend all the while smiling at him. She pressed her chilled nose against his warm chest. He whispered in her ear. "Teresa, can I kiss you again?" He asked. "I wish...I hope you do." She said looking up at him sexily. She didn't know how to entice him but she decided he didn't need any enticement. He seemed plenty motivated. He kissed her again and again, being careful this time to keep several inches between his over excited organ and her stomach. As they strolled back to the car she would glance down at him in wonder about the beast that lurked within his sweats. The beast that was dying to get out and have his way with her. She was nervous yet excited at the same time. She had been close to having sex in the past but never like this. She had fought off advances in the past but this time something deep inside her was welcoming his advances, and all the time he was apologizing for being too forward. She couldn't wait to see how this played out. The thought of Evan touching her played in her mind and in her sweats, her body was rebelling against being a virgin. When they got home, Teresa informed Evan that she was going to attempt another shower and that no matter how loudly she screamed do not, under any circumstances, enter that bathroom. She smiled at him to let him know she was both joking and being serious. He promised that a herd of wild horses couldn't drag him in there. She suggested he take a shower also and make it a cold one. She looked down at his now normal crotch. He was the one turning red now. He didn't have the heart to tell her cold showers don't work. Evan was in the kitchen working on a late lunch or an early supper however one wanted to look at it. Nothing special. Roast beef sandwiches, chips and soft drinks. She was impressed anyway. He asked if she didn't want to sit on the couch and eat while they watched TV. She thought that was a good idea. He opened two TV trays and sat them next to each other. He brought her plate and drink. From Crash to Crush "You know you're going to make someone a wonderful wife." She said joking. He returned with his meal and sat down beside her, feigning a disgusted look at her comment. She was suddenly a little uncomfortable having him that close to her. She contemplated this unexpected and unusual feeling. She tried to ignore it. Why did he all of a sudden make her uncomfortable? She came to the conclusion that it wasn't him but the monster in his pants. The thing seemed to be every where Evan was. Duh, no joke. It's just that now the thing has raised its ugly head, she looked at him differently. Ugly, she thought, umm, she bet not. After they ate, Evan cleared the trays and dishes and piled a bunch of pillows on the floor and dropped down on them, leaving Teresa untouched on the couch. TV looked pretty good tonight and they settled in for an evening being entertained by it. Teresa stretched out on the couch and watched Evan in the pillows. They watched several shows like this. Between shows Teresa slipped off the couch and moved to Evan's side in the pillows. "Mind if I join you?" She asked. "No, not at all, glad to have you." He answered smiling at her. He put his arm around her gently and tucked her into his side. She laid her cast on his chest and her head under his arm and settled in for more TV. He was glad she had made this move. He was going out of his way to make sure she was as comfortable as she could be with him. Before long Teresa was twisting and stretching her left leg and moaning softly. Evan could tell she was in some pain. She had been on her bruised hip too long today, it was making her pay for it now. Evan got her a pain pill and a glass of water. She took it but it would take awhile to take effect. "Can I see your bruise honey?" Evan asked. "No, it's not in a viewable place." She answered. He put his hand on the elastic waist of her sweats. "Please, I just want to kiss it and make it all better. I won't look promise, I will close my eyes." He begged. "No. I'm not even wearing panties. They cut into my hip and made it hurt, so I'm not wearing any." She told him, placing her hand on his. He looked down at her hips and looked as if to say, 'wow nothing between me and heaven but a thin layer of cotton.' He pushed the waistband with his thumb. "Please, I just want to see your bruise, I promise I won't pull your sweats down. I promise Teresa." He continued. She took her hand away and watched him as he eased her sweats down her bruised hip. He grimaced when he saw the dark purple. There seemed to be no end to it but he stopped as he promised he would. He leaned down and gently kissed her bruise. "Teresa, I am so sorry you hurt. I wish there was something I could do to take your pain from you. How far down does it go?" He asked, being as honest as he had ever been. He ran his hand down her leg on the outside of her sweats. She nodded and said about there when he reached the end of the purple area. He was amazed at how big this bruise was. He laid back down with her and caressed her sweet face in his hand. "Is the pain pill helping any?" He asked lovingly. "Not yet but it will soon." She answered, still obviously in pain. She kept rolling and twitching and flexing her leg in pain. She should have stayed in the car at the lake. She remembered the strange feel of him against her stomach and decided that getting out of the car at the lake was definitely the right thing to do. She was hurting and not in a sexy mood at all. This bruise with its pain would be gone one day but the memory of standing snuggled against Evan at the lake would be there forever. The pain killer finally kicked in and she could once again settle down with Evan and enjoy the TV. Teresa was asleep before the show they were watching was over. She bent her left leg onto Evan's stomach rubbing her thigh across his penis as she moved over it. The heat coming from her sweats was almost more than he could stand. Her body was so hot. He held her and watched TV. She would shift from time to time; he knew her leg must have been hurting. She slept for almost two hours. When she woke up she went to bed kissing him softly on the cheek. He let her go, knowing she needed her rest worse than he needed her company. He loved being with this woman. The next day she called Sally and made a new appointment. She made the interview. Sally was impressed with her and the things she had written but there were other people involved in making the decision. Sally would call her and let her know. Teresa gave her Evan's number in case she was still there. Evan talked her into staying with him and waiting to hear about the job. She decided that would be the best. She called back home and let people at her present job know what was going on and that she wouldn't be able to travel for awhile. They told her to take all the time she needed. Evan and Teresa spent the next several days having fun and getting to know each other better. It seemed the more they found out about each other the more they had in common. Evan kept himself under control, she was as safe with him as she could be with anyone. Sally called the next Monday and gave Teresa the bad news. They had decided to go with an in house promotion. Sally assured her that she would keep her resume on file and if anything else came open Teresa would be the first one Sally called. Teresa hung up the phone and cried. Evan had gone to the store and was just getting back as Teresa was hanging up. She tried to wipe her tears and hide the fact that she had been crying. "What's wrong Teresa?" he asked. "Oh...nothing, it's just...oh Evan they gave the job to someone else," she said through her tears. "Oh no, Teresa, I'm so sorry. What are you going to do?" he asked. "I don't know. I guess I will go back home and stay at my job there," she replied. "Oh I don't think so young lady," he said. "Evan I have to go back. I don't have any way to live here," she told him. "Teresa I tell you what, I have to leave day after tomorrow. I will be gone for about two weeks, three at the outside. You stay here and get better. Look for a job and when I get back we will see what happens. And, I did a network earlier this year for a publisher here. I made a pretty good friend there, Maxine Taylor. Let me call her and see if she can do anything for you. Ok?" he rattled it off so fast she had to let it all sink in. "Let me think about it," she said. Teresa slept on the idea and decided a couple of weeks recuperating would do her good. Her job back home wasn't in jeopardy. Evan talked her into letting him take her resume and articles she had written to Maxine. Maxine said that she couldn't promise anything but she would see what she could do. Maxine was a mid-level executive there and carried some weight. Teresa drove Evan to the airport that next Wednesday and saw him off. The trust he showed in her made her feel special, staying at his place and driving his car. When she got back 'home' she found an envelope lying on the kitchen counter. Inside was Evan's credit card and a letter. It told her to use this card in case she needed anything. She hugged the letter to her chest and wished he was there to kiss her. She determined not to use the card. She wouldn't take advantage of the situation for anything. She watched the want ads for jobs and called on a couple. They weren't exactly what she was looking for but she was about to decide that staying there with Evan was the most important thing. She was almost ready to do anything to stay with him, at least stay in the same city. A week came and went with nothing much happening. Then on Friday afternoon Maxine called and asked if Teresa could come in and talk with her Monday morning around nine o'clock. Teresa told her she most definitely could. Teresa was fit to be tied the whole weekend. Evan called on Saturday morning. He was ecstatic about the news; they talked for almost an hour, nothing serious, just simple small talk. She hated to hang up. She wasn't sleeping well from all the excitement so she took a painkiller Sunday night to insure she would sleep and be rested for Monday morning. Teresa was up early Monday getting ready; the butterflies were already swirling around in her stomach. She wanted a job near Evan so badly; she would do anything. She was at 'City Scene' magazine sitting outside Maxine's office at eight-thirty. Before she had been there five minutes a very distinguished looking lady in her late forties or early fifties entered the hallway and approached the office. "Hello there, you must be Teresa?" she asked. "Yes, and you're Ms. Taylor?" Teresa replied. "Yes, but its Maxine, please," she said insistently. "Come in; you're early. What happened to your arm?" "Oh, I was in a car wreck but I'm right handed so there won't be any problems," Teresa told her. "Oh I see, you type one handed then?" Maxine smiled. "No, two handed but really it won't be a problem if you just give me a chance, and besides, it should be off in a couple of weeks," she said taking a seat in front of Maxine's desk. "Well, Teresa, I have looked over your articles and I showed them to the senior editor and we feel like we would like to give you some freelance work if that would suit you," Maxine told her. "Suit me, suit me, it would absolutely floor me, I would love to freelance for you," Teresa couldn't hide her excitement. "Great! Teresa we are not a large publication so until you have satisfied us on several articles the pay will be low. At least three articles let's say. You prove you're worth it and we will give you more work and the pay will increase. How does that sound?" Maxine said. "You've made my day Ms. Taylor, Maxine. I can't wait. When can I start?" Teresa wasn't even trying to hide her excitement. "How about today?" Maxine asked. "Today? Of course, what do you want me to do?" Teresa asked. "We are sending a photographer to a hang gliding competition on the coast. It's about an hour's drive. She is leaving at one o'clock, can you be ready to go by then?" Maxine asked. "Oh yes, that sounds incredible. I would love that," Teresa answered. "Well, all of our writers are on other assignments so you get this one," Maxine told her. Maxine pressed a button on her intercom, called for Nancy and a ladies voice answered. "Yes." "Nancy, this is Maxine, I have a freelancer in my office could you come in for a second?" she asked. Nancy answered sure and the intercom went dead. I a couple of seconds a young girl, younger than Teresa, came into the office. "Nancy Dillard this is Teresa Brady, Teresa, Nancy," Maxine introduced them. "Nancy we are sending Teresa with you today to cover your story. Teresa this story is basically a photo essay; you will just need to caption the photos. Write all you want but we will only take captions on this assignment. Do either of you need anything else?" Maxine asked in conclusion, handing Teresa a sheet of instructions for delivering her articles. Company policy and things like that. The two girls looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and shook their heads no. Teresa followed Nancy to her office. Nancy filled her in on the details of the photo shoot. She told her how best to dress, when they would be leaving and where Teresa should meet her at one o'clock. Teresa headed home floating on cloud nine to get ready for the day. She needed to buy some clothes, some comfortable jeans and shoes. She decided that since she was going be getting paid that she would, after all, use Evan's card with every intention of paying him back as soon as possible. She grabbed a quick lunch and was waiting for Nancy at one. They piled into a company car and headed to the coast. They talked most of the way. Nancy was a really sweet young lady and they took to each other instantly. Nancy had started freelancing for 'City Scene', they had just put her on the payroll about a month ago. It didn't pay a lot but she managed. When they got to the location Teresa couldn't believe her eyes. There were so many brightly colored hang gliders it looked like a field of wild flowers. She hadn't realized it was such a big deal. Nancy informed her it was a state-wide competition and exhibition. Nancy described what she would be trying to get photographically to give Teresa some idea of what to write. Teresa already had two pages of her letter sized note pad filled. They walked among the gliders; Nancy took pictures while Teresa kept on writing. She described the gliders, the people, the whole atmosphere of the place. Then they headed to the cliffs and watched the hang gliders take off for the next thirty minutes. One after another of the colorful gliders silently drifted out over the cliffs and into thin air. They made their way down the cliff to the beach. Nancy had to help Teresa several times. Her cast made it more difficult than it should have been. Teresa apologized for being so much trouble over and over. Nancy assured her that it was no bother. They spent the next hour photographing the descents. Teresa would pick out one glider that had just taken off and described it as it circled back to earth. She couldn't believe she was getting paid to have so much fun. When Nancy had four rolls shot and Teresa had over ten pages filled they headed back to the car. They sat there resting for a few seconds. Nancy asked if she could read the notes she had taken and Teresa handed her the note pad. Nancy broke out into a huge smile as she read on. "This stuff is great!" she almost shouted. "I mean absolutely wonderful." "Thank you," was all Teresa said but her heart leapt inside her chest at Nancy's admiration. "I can't wait to see the photographs you took. Do you think I have what they want at the magazine?" she asked shyly. "Oh you gave them so much more than they asked for it isn't funny," Nancy answered, still reading Teresa's notes. When she finished she handed the pad back to Teresa and started the car. They stopped to eat dinner on the way home. They had really enjoyed each other's company today. They talked about the story and got acquainted over dinner. They were back at the magazine before dark. Teresa said goodbye to Nancy and told her she couldn't wait until they got to work together again. Nancy agreed that they had had a great day and she too looked forward to their next collaboration. Teresa got home and began to type her notes into a clear precise article to e-mail to Maxine. It took longer than it should; Teresa was restricted to typing with one hand for the time being. Evan called about nine o'clock. Teresa came unglued on the phone telling him about her day that she had a job even though it was freelancing. She was so excited she forgot to tell him hello. He laughed with her and her excitement infected him, he was just as happy to hear she had found work as she was. His heart was beginning to make plans for her. They talked for over an hour, and half of that was saying goodbye. Neither one wanted to hang up. Evan would be home in two days and she would need to pick him up at the airport and three in the afternoon. She couldn't wait but she at least had plenty to keep her busy until then. She went to sleep that night, her thoughts drifting between Evan's return and her glorious day. The next morning the phone rang before Teresa was up. She hoped it was Evan and answered the phone beside the bed. It was Maxine. Teresa snapped awake and sat up to listen. "Teresa?" she asked. "Yes, Maxine? Good morning, did you get my article?" she asked. "Oh yes indeed I got your article. I though I told you captions. You send me a short novel," Maxine said. "I'm sorry. Didn't you say to write what I wanted and you would pull the captions from it?" she asked confused. "Well, that was the idea. I showed your story to the editor and he flipped. We're expanding the story two pages. Can you come in today and get with Nancy and lay it out with her photos?" Maxine asked. "Sure. What time Maxine?" she answered. "Nancy said her pictures would be ready by eleven. Can you make it by then?" Maxine asked. "I'll be there." Teresa excitement just hit one hundred on a scale of ten. Teresa went to Maxine's office when she got to 'City Scene'. Her secretary told her they were in Nancy's office looking over the article. Teresa headed that way. A thought hit her suddenly that she might be stealing Nancy's thunder on the story; after all, it was suppose to be a photo essay, not a written one. She poked her head inside the door sheepishly. "Come in Teresa!" Maxine said when she saw her. "This is Bill Richter, the managing editor, Bill this is Teresa Brady." "Very happy to meet you young lady. This is quite a story you have given us," he said, shaking Teresa's hand. "Thank you Mr. Richter, it's nice to meet you," Teresa replied. "We're pretty informal around here, its Bill if you don't mind," he told her. "Ok, Bill it is," she smiled back at him. Teresa looked at Nancy, she was smiling up at her, holding a magnifying glass over a table full of gorgeous photos. She didn't look offended but Teresa would make sure. "Nancy I hope this isn't going to mess with your program for you article," she said looking a little worried. "No way girlfriend. I told you that you had a great story here. This doesn't surprise me in the least. Besides that, how do you expect your paltry words take away from my awesome pictures, come look at these," Nancy answered handing the glass to Teresa. Teresa walked to the table and took the glass and started examining the photos. They were truly gorgeous. The bright colors against the clear blue sky made for a shocking contrast. Bill broke Teresa's concentration when he keyed the intercom and a voice answered on the other end. "Is the Brady check cut yet?" he asked. "Almost Bill, it's just coming off the printer now," the voice answered. "You want to do the honors Maxine?" he asked. "Absolutely Bill, be right back," with that Maxine left the room. Bill, Teresa and Nancy returned to studying the photos. Teresa didn't really know why she was here, she didn't know much about layout of text and such but she was glad they had included her in the process. They even asked her to do the editing, she was glad to. Maxine was back in no time; she handed Teresa an envelope. Teresa took it and opened it. The check was for five hundred dollars. Her eyes flew wide open. Five hundred for one day, and not even a full day at that. She looked at Maxine and asked if there had been some mistake. Maxine assured her there was no mistake. She added that 'City Scene' wanted her to remember them the next time they needed some freelance work. Teresa assured her that she would always be available for her freelance needs. Maxine wasn't so sure. She felt that when this article hit the streets that every magazine in the area would be knocking on Teresa's door to do work for them. Time would tell. Teresa and Nancy spent most of that day finishing the article. She worked carefree and happier than she could remember being in a working environment. When she saw Evan approaching the baggage claim her heart raced like it never had before. Her knees were getting weak; she hadn't anticipated this reaction. He dropped his carryon and grabbed her gently, paying attention to her arm. Her appointment to get the cast off was next week. He pulled her close and without hesitation pressed his lips warmly against hers. He kissed her for the longest time. She didn't have to wonder if he had missed her, his kiss told all. And she kissed him back just as warmly. She didn't stop talking on the way home. She rattled off everything that had happened. She showed him her check; she hadn't known what to do with it. She had been using his card for things and would pay him back out of her check if he could get it cashed for her. She had even been apartment shopping, trying to find one close to his house. She noticed he looked a little disappointed at this. She ignored it and went on with her tale. She was one excited little girl just about now. He suggested they stop for a bottle of champagne and get a couple of steaks to celebrate. She looked a little concerned. She told him she had never had champagne before. From Crash to Crush "I thought you said you would have a glass of wine?" he asked. "Well, yeah, I have a couple of times but never champagne. Is champagne wine?" she asked. He knew he had a very innocent wonderful young lady beside him. He informed her that champagne was indeed sparkling wine from the Champagne region of France. He would get some and if she didn't like it she wouldn't have to drink it. She agreed. She hadn't even thought to ask him how his trip was. He spent the rest of the drive home telling her about it. Evan fired up the grill out back and hit the shower to freshen up. By the time he was back the fire was perfect. He unwrapped the steaks and threw them on the fire. Teresa once again stood at his elbow watching him. Evan had a nice wine selection and decided to open a bottle of a nice Bordeaux incase she didn't like the champagne. She got two glasses and handed to him and asked if she could have a glass while the steaks were cooking. He informed her that it needed to breathe for about thirty minutes, just in time for dinner. She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. He poured her a glass, what difference would it make to this untrained palette anyway. He smiled as she sipped it and closed her eyes in delight. She was still going on about the events of the last several days. Her excitement would not be squelched. He loved it, what a contrast to the first time he had seen her. She had been so down and worried in the hospital. Now she was up and flying high, just where she needed to be. She took her place beside him as he checked the steaks. He opened a can of asparagus and one of sliced mushrooms. He asked her if she like asparagus and mushrooms, she said she did. He put the mushrooms in a ceramic bowl and placed them on the grill. When he placed the steaks on their plates he poured the mushrooms over the meat. He had wrapped the asparagus in foil with butter and heated them on the grill also. They sat down to a marvelous meal. Evan popped the cork on the champagne and Teresa shrieked when it bubbled over. Evan held a towel at the bottle's mouth and poured her a glass. She took a sip, her eyes locked on his. Her eyes widened and she looked at the light golden liquid and took another sip. She giggled a little and told him she absolutely loved it. The night could not have been more perfect. They stared at each other as they ate. Teresa would look away from him when it got too uncomfortable. He never took his eyes off hers. She would look back at him and he would be studying her like she was a Rembrandt masterpiece. She was getting uneasy but not because of his attention but because of her feelings. They finished eating and retired to the living room to finish their champagne. He felt guilty but he drank his slowly letting her have all she wanted. Soon they were cuddled in the floor in the middle amidst a pile of pillows. They kissed and stroked each other; they had missed each other these past two weeks. He filled her glass when she emptied it. "You trying to get me drunk mister?" she asked but held her glass out to him. "Only if I need to," he answered. "Need to, to what?" she asked smiling. "Hmm, well let's just get you drunk and see where it goes from there," he told her, smiling back. She sat her glass down and ran her fingers across his cheek. He picked her glass up and held it to her lips. She opened her mouth and he poured it in. She closed her eyes and let the soothing wine flow down her throat. He couldn't help but think how amazing it would be to teach this wonderful, innocent baby about the ways of sex. He was controlling himself but she was getting so warm to him and seemed to be opening up more and more. He would kissed her wet lips and giver her another sip. This went on until the champagne bottle was empty. She was lying on his chest and massaging his arm. He was examining her amazing body. Her gentle inebriated breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall so sexily. He laid his hand on her stomach and began to rub her. She twisted her hips gently enjoying his touch. He stopped when his hand got to her hip. "How's your bruise honey? Is it better yet?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "Getting better thanks, want to see it?" she asked. "No, you better keep your pants on I think," he replied. "Well, I wasn't going to take my pants off, I'm not that drunk," she smiled up at him. "Good I don't know if I could keep my hands off you if you took your pants off," he said. "Don't you want to put your hands on me?" she asked, looking at him hotly. "Teresa, let's don't go there. This night has been perfect. Let's not spoil it. I'm sorry for feeding you so much wine. Forgive me?" he was feeling guilty. "It's ok, I just feel so good. Please kiss me," she begged. He pulled her body up to his and pressed his lips against hers. She sighed deeply as his tongue searched for hers. She stuck hers out to meet his. Their mouths opened wide and their tongues danced, probing and licking each other's gently. Her breasts were heaving against his chest. Her fingers sticking out of her cast played with his chest hair between his buttons. She suddenly ran her cast down his body and raked her fingers down his crotch and back up to his belly. He sucked for air; their lips still locked in their hot embrace. He moaned lowly as she touched him. He took hold of her hand and pulled it away from him. As if she realized what she had done she jumped up and ran toward her room. He caught her before she could fall onto the bed. He held her from behind by her shoulders. "Oh Evan, I'm so sorry, I don't believe I did that," she was starting to cry. "Teresa, please don't worry about it. It's not that I don't want you to touch me it's just that...I got you drunk hoping we would...well, I just realize that it would be taking advantage of you. I can't do that," he told her. She pulled his hand down on her breast. "Evan, I'm not really that drunk. I want you to...," she didn't finish, she didn't have to. "Teresa, are you a virgin?" he asked. "What difference does that make Evan?" she asked back. "None really but are you?" he asked again. She laid her head back against his chest. "Yes, I am," she answered. He gently turned her to face him and kissed her deeply. With his lips still pressed tightly to hers he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her softly on the bed and stood back and stared at her gorgeous body. She had laid on this bed and imagined him taking her here. She reached up and took hold of the waist of his pants and tugged gently on them. "Teresa are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head yes. He turned on a small lamp beside the bed. He sat down on the bed beside her. He took the first button on her blouse and unbuttoned it. His fingers pressed the soft flesh of her neck. He slid them down to the next button. One by one he undid her buttons. The sheer bra she was wearing showed the gorgeous white skin of her breasts. He was getting hotter with each open button. He unsnapped her jeans and untucked her top. She closed her eyes, her breathing getting labored in anticipation of the experience. She had been this far before but no man had ever stripped her naked, not even close. She had wanted to go further but she had never been with the right man. Now she was. As Evan brushed her blouse off her his fingers strafed her belly and caused a flutter deep inside her. He slipped it over her shoulders and off her arms. Her nipples were hot pink, they were swelling inside her bra. They were standing up begging him to touch them. He eased her pants down her hips. He looked at her left hip inspecting her bruise. It wasn't as bad as if had been, there was barely any blue left. He touched it gently just in case. He reached to turn off the lamp. She grabbed his arm to stop him. "Umm...," she uttered. "Yes Teresa?" he whispered softly. "Don't," was all she said. "Oh, I see, you showed me yours now I have to show you mine?" he asked smiling hotly at her. She didn't answer, she just tucked her arms to her chest and put a finger in her mouth and watched him undress. He took his shirt off and tossed it to the floor, her eyes danced between his face and his chest. He took off his shoes and socks. She watched with growing interest. Her mouth fell open slightly as he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slipped them down his thighs. Her eyes were becoming hot sexy slits. He straightened up and stepped out of his jeans. Her eyes were fixed to his bikini briefs and the growing bulge there. She reached up and pressed her palm against his manhood. He just stood and let her touch him, his head fell back and his mouth dropped open. She took her hand away and pulled her arm back up to cover her breasts. She was suddenly regaining her modesty. He eased down onto the bed beside her. "You want me to go on?" he asked. She closed her eyes and shook her head yes like a little girl. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly. He kissed down her neck and her chest. Her arms moved to let him have access to her body. He kissed down her belly; it was heaving in and out violently. She had never been here. He kept telling himself this fact. As he licked her belly button circling around it with his tongue she moaned softly and stretched her arms above her head. She grabbed the pillow with her good hand and squeezed it with all her might. Evan's touch was causing the fire burning deep inside to roar out of control. As he moved to sit back up he put a puckered little kiss on the soft silk of her panties. She sucked in a deep breath, her stomach sank poking her ribs out; her thighs slightly parted and she moaned out loud. "Oh Evan," she sighed with the breath escaping her lungs. He stood back up and waited for her to open her eyes before he slipped his fingers into the elastic waistband of his briefs. He stretched them out and down off his swollen penis. Teresa closed her eyes for a second but they snapped back open when she realized what she was missing. She had never touched a naked penis before. Evan crawled across her and lay down on her left side. She looked down at his erect peter and slowly moved her hand toward it. "Is it ok to touch you?" she asked shyly. "Yes, you can touch it, it is yours to do with what you want," he told her. "I don't know what to do with it Evan," she said as her fingertips touched it like a small child reaching into a flame for the first time, testing it for touch. It sprang up at her touch and she jerked her hand away. "Did that hurt?" she asked. "No honey, he does that when he feels good. When you get him to jump like that you know you touched him just right," he told her. She stroked her fingers down his length. It jumped when she touched the head and again when she reached the base near his balls. She watched; intrigued with her newfound toy. She played with the head like she would hurt it with her next touch. Her innocent play was driving Evan to the brink of insanity. He had never been touched so inquisitively in his life. She was growing comfortable with it now. She grabbed it in her fist in her lust and buried her head into his chest and whispered his name softly. "Evan..." It was time for him to take this pleasure trip over. He rolled her flat and unhooked her bra. She kept her grip on his tool. She closed her eyes as he lifted first on cup and then the other off her round full breasts. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. He was careful taking it off her cast arm. Even in his growing lust he was mainly concerned with her wellbeing. He was about to change her life forever and he knew it. He was about to take her most prized possession, she was willingly giving it to him but he was having mixed emotions about making love to her. She gripped the sheet with her hand as he raked his fingers gently over her pink swelling little nipples. They were the pinkest smallest little things he had ever set eyes on. Soon they were both stiff little spikes, her breathing grew deeper with each delicious stroke of his hand. He lowered his mouth to her left breast as he continued to fondle the right one in his hand. She let out a loud groaning cry when he gently bit down on her hot erect nipple. He thought she had cried his name but wasn't sure. She was incoherent and he was too busy dealing with her to stop and see what she had said. As his hand left her breasts, his mouth replaced it giving it's wet attention to her other globe. He ran his fingers down her belly. She began to writhe wildly as his hot fingers touched the soft flesh of her lower belly. He ran his fingers from one side of her body to the other. Her belly almost bounced at the tickling sensation. She finally had to grab his hand and beg him to stop. She couldn't stand to be tickled so much. He lowered his mouth to her belly button and kissing it softly told her he was sorry. She lay back and let him have his way with her. She brushed his hair with her fingers. He rubbed his hand up and down her thigh as he kissed her belly. He could feel the heat rising from her panties. Her sweet aroma was beginning to fill the air. He sat up and took her panties in his fingers and began to slide them off her hips. She took his hand in hers and looked at him as if she were having second thoughts. She closed her eyes and took her hand away from his. He inched her panties slowly down her thighs. "Oh my gosh!" he moaned. "What Evan?" her eyes shot open to see what was wrong. "Teresa, you are the most beautiful woman in the world," he told her, his eyes fixed on her fiery reddish blonde bush. She covered herself and looked at him ashamedly. Suddenly she felt naked before his eyes...and she was. He pulled her panties off her ankles without looking away from her modestly hairy muffin. He took her hand and looked her in the eyes. He placed her hand on her belly and began to lean his mouth to her vagina. "Strawberry. My favorite flavor," he said not being able to resist the humor. Her hand flew back to cover herself when she realized where he was going and what he was intending to do. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and looked at him worriedly. He tilted his head in wonder. "What's wrong Teresa?" he asked. "Are you going to...? Don't kiss me there Evan. Isn't that nasty?" she asked in her innocence. "If you don't want me to kiss your there then I won't. Anything you wish my lady," he told her. "I would never offend you baby," he quickly added. He pulled her legs apart and climbed between her thighs. He held her hand over her bush. He began to kiss up and down her slender sleek thighs. She was getting hotter by the second. He kissed her fingers; he could smell her sweat, her heat rising up to meet his face. "You just keep her hand where you don't want me to kiss. I will only touch the places where your hand isn't, ok?" he asked. She looked down at him through hot steamy eyes, shaking her head yes. He kissed up her thigh as close to her hand as he could. He kissed up to her belly button and back down the other thigh. Over and over he repeated this. Her hand was loosening its grip on her bush with each pass of his hot wet mouth. When her fingers parted enough for him to see her hot pink flesh he couldn't resist. He inched his wet tongue between her fingers. Her back arched wildly and her fingers snapped closed. As the sensation of his tongue on her body sank in her hand began to inch up her stomach and uncover her vagina. He kept his mouth between her pussy and thigh massaging her body with his mouth. Soon her hand was completely off her bush. She had relented. He had won. He studied her incredible pussy. He had never seen such hot delicate pink flesh in his life. Her skin was painfully pink next to her white thighs. Her flaming hair only added to her perfection. He was lost in her and may never find his way out; just now he didn't want to. When his hot breath swept across her heating lips she bent one leg and opened herself to him more. When he pressed his mouth against her hot flesh her whole being frozen in time soaking in this never imagined sensation. She had touched this flesh often but it had never felt like this before. When she caught her breath she began to cry and writhe against his face. His tongue eased between her lips and the sensation increased. She couldn't imagine it feeling better but he was just getting started. His thumb searched for and found her hardening little clitoris and began to massage it. Her cries turned to slobbering sobs. She bit down on her bent finger to choke back the cries. When his tongue moved to her clitoris and he slipped his thumb into her wet body she couldn't keep the cries quiet. She moaned his name almost painfully. He placed his free hand on her belly and slipped a finger between the cheeks of her buttocks. Teresa thought she was going to lose her mind. She began to yank hard on his hair begging him to her side. He climbed up on her and eased down between her thighs. Her face was contoured in a sexy twisted look. Her eyes were locked shut. He kissed her eyelids and they slowly opened. Her eyes were melted pools. He guided the head of his penis to her wet opening. He knew this was going to hurt her at first. He decided to give her one more chance to stop. "Should I stop Teresa?" he asked. She pulled his head to her neck and whispered, "no". He pushed the head between her wet lips. She let out a soft pained cry. He stopped but she pulled on his buttocks and he pushed further. He was stretching this tender little pussy to painful extremes. When Teresa would let out a cry Evan would stop for a second then continue into her. He started to hunch her gently; he still had a couple of inches to give her. He worked in and out of her for a few minutes to let her adjust to the sensation. Then he pushed hard into her; his cock drove to the hilt. She arched up in pain and cried out. She felt a tearing pain deep inside. She held her breath; Evan stopped, worried about her. "Evan? Evan," she sighed. She gritted her teeth as he continued. "Teresa, are you ok baby?" he asked, stopping for the moment. "Oh Evan, it hurts, is it suppose to hurt this much?" she cried in his ear. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry," he started to hunch her again slowly. Soon her sobbing was turning to heavy breathing. Her pain was subsiding but Evan was careful to be easy with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed gently against his cheek. He could feel her wet warm tears on his face. He lifted his head and gazed into her pain filled eyes. She was looking away from him, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry Teresa, I'm sorry," he whispered as he took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him back. Her emotions were so mixed up she didn't know what to think. The thought of getting pregnant didn't cross her mind until he began to hunch harder and start to breathe heavily and moan loudly. It was too late the worry about it. He was firing his cum into her fertile tunnel. She felt his penis jerk inside her with each wild blast of his sticky cream. He melted into her body when he was spent. He didn't move for the longest time, she stroked his hair and began to think about things. He penis shrunk but stayed inside her. She loved the feeling but at the same time she worried about things. Would it hurt like this every time? What if she got pregnant? Did he still have respect for her or was she just a slut to him now? She was afraid to look at him. She held him not wanting to get up and face him. She was ashamed when he got up and went into the bathroom. She thought he was leaving her to get away from her. She heard him running the water. He soon returned to her with a warm wet wash cloth. He gently cleaned her genitalia. She looked up at him and began to cry. He laid his face back down by hers. He didn't say anything; he just let her cry. He wiped her clean and then cleaned himself. When Teresa realized he was washing himself she sat up and took the cloth from him. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and continued to clean his shriveled little dick. She sniffled every once in a while. She would wipe her nose on the corner of the cloth and return to cleaning him. From Crash to Crush "You hate me now don't you?" she asked. Evan sat up beside her and took her soft delicate tear stained face in his hands. "Oh no Teresa, I...you mean more to me than anything in the world. I..., Teresa I love you," he said. "You do, you love me? Even after this you love me, how could you love me? Don't you think I'm just a slut now?" she cried between sniffles. "A slut, Teresa I don't ever want to hear those words cross your lips, do you hear me, never ever say that again," he was genuinely angry at her question. He eased her back down on the bed and kissed her deeply and longingly, wantonly. He wanted this kiss to assure her that he held nothing but love for her in his heart. "I love you Teresa," he repeated. "I love you, I love you," She brushed her hand down his cheek. Her eyes danced between his, from one to the other and back rapidly. "I love you too Evan," she said. He held her tenderly and kissed her again. He turned out the light and they fell asleep in each other's arms. He worried about her but also knew that she would get over the pain and loss of her virginity. He would coddle her lovingly until she was in a great state of mind once more. Teresa once again woke to the smells of breakfast being prepared. She pulled the sheet off her naked body and studied herself. There was a red spot on the sheet. She laid back and closed her eyes. Her virginity, it was gone forever. Her thoughts quickly turned to the man who had stolen it from her; she smiled. He popped his head in and seeing her awake told her breakfast would be ready in a minute. He wasn't sure how to handle things this morning. Did she hate him now? He worried about her. Teresa slunk into the kitchen and took a glass of orange juice from the counter and sipped at it. He looked at her and smiled. She covered her mouth with the glass. She looked away from him, gazing out the back window. He returned to his cooking, his stomach turned inside him. Soon he had breakfast on the table. She sat down and began to pick at her food. He poured their coffee and joined her. He could sense her uneasiness, he was uneasy too. He searched his heart for the right words to say but they didn't come to him. He ate slowly. Neither one said anything for the whole meal. When Teresa was through eating she took her plate to the sink. She leaned on the doorway to the breakfast nook and watched him. She thought she had taken this far enough. "So, do you have any names picked out for the baby?" she asked. "What baby?" he startled and looked at her. "The one you very likely put inside me last night," she replied. He looked back down at his plate. "I was thinking Jonathan for a boy and maybe Amanda for a little girl," he took another bite not looking up. "How about Jonathan Evan for a boy and Amanda Teresa for a girl," she said. He looked up at her sheepishly. She walked to him and stood next to him. He put his arm around her waist and she ran her fingers through his hair. Evan eased out of his chair and got to his knees pulling her robe-clad body close to him. "Of course we would have to get married first," he said. "What?" she asked. He sat her in his chair and took her hand in his. "Teresa will you marry me?" he asked. Her eyes opened wide. She hadn't expected this. He pulled a ring from his robe pocket and held it out to her. She straightened her finger and let him slide it on her hand, it didn't fit under the cast but the cast would be gone in a few days. Her mouth fell open in an amazed smile. "Where did you get the ring Evan?" she looked at the huge diamond shining up at her. "I bought it when I was out of town last week," he replied. "You mean you were planning on asking me before you got back from your trip?" she asked. "Yes, but I was going to wait until the right time. I think I ruined the right time last night, so I'm asking you now. Teresa Brady, will you marry me or not?" he asked again. "I need time to think about it Evan, I mean after last night and all. And I really don't know you that well, I mean well enough to marry you, I need time to think, ok?" she said. He lowered his head and shook it ok that he would let her have some time. He felt sick at his stomach almost like he had blown it last night by not waiting until they were married to take her virginity. She patted his head gently and studied the diamond ring. "Ok that's long enough, I would love to marry you Evan Gray. Teresa Ann Gray, I like that sound of that," she said. He jumped to his feet picking her up in his arms and pulled her face close to his, there were tears welling in her eyes. He kissed her and held her tightly. "You will, really, you will marry me? I can't believe it, I can't believe you said yes. Teresa I am so sorry about last night. I didn't mean for that to happen, it just happened. I wanted you so bad," he rattled off. She looked up into his eyes; she had just made this man a very happy man. She informed him that if he ever hurt her like he had so far in their relationship she would never forgive him. He had broken her arm and bruised her hip. And he had hurt her last night taking her cherry from her. They both laughed at this. He promised it would never happen again. She told him to prove it. He carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He stripped his robe off and then took hers off her. She thought to herself that she would never get tired of looking at this body. It didn't hurt as much when he made love to her this time, and it would get better and better as they explored their sex life in the months and years to come. Teresa made enough money to rent an apartment for the next several months. They abstained from sex until their wedding day. They were married eight months after they had met on the street that fateful day. He carried her across the threshold into familiar territory that was now hers, his, theirs. Their bed was now a marriage bed and she never again refused him anything in it. She was totally his for his pleasure. And he had been right about teaching her the things of sex. He taught his young gorgeous wife how to satisfy him in every way. She learned so much so fast and used everything he taught her so well. And he did everything he could to make sure she was as satisfied as he was. He never imagined that being married would so sexually rewarding. It was now that he had found the woman of his dreams.