Collision
Copyright© 2024 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 6: Another Wreck?
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 6: Another Wreck? - On a dark forest highway a tired young driver wrecked. Rescued by a nurse, she cared for him in her cabin. Temporarily crippled, he needed her help even to pee. That's when she saw he was big and delicious like her late husband and began "oral therapy." In love, they delighted in each other's bodies and fantasies. But he was very poor; how could they turn their sexual intensity into a working relationship? Will her son bond with him? How will her (female Native American) lover fit in?
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Fiction Group Sex Black Female White Male Indian Female Anal Sex Massage Sex Toys Squirting Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse Size
The following afternoon, Brandon’s eyes fluttered and struggled open. After a long pause, he recognized (a) that he was in a hospital room, and (b) Dee was leaning over him, smiling.
“Dee, did I wreck again?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Then why does my head hurt so much? Was I driving?”
“No, sweetie, you were in the cabin. What do you remember?”
“It was 12:00, I think. I got hungry, and I tried to crawl out of the bedroom. On my butt, I think, then ... nothing.”
“It’s my fault!”
Dee started crying. To herself, Lisa thought her friend Dolores had some kind of artesian well supplying her tear ducts.
“Indians don’t cry like this,” she thought.
“Dee. Dee! Just tell me. Did you want to hurt me?”
“NO!”
“Then, just explain. Um, softly, because my head really hurts. Indoor voice, please.”
“I hurried out, forgetting that you might want lunch during my absence. I guess you managed to creep across the floor from the bedroom to the kitchen. Then, somehow, you hoisted yourself up into one of our kitchen chairs. You were still naked, of course.”
“I’m sorry, I need to stop you. Who is this?”
“Brandon, I’m Lisa Rivers. I’ve been a long-time friend of Dolores since she moved into the area. My husband is a tribal official, and he hooked her up with the clinic job that she goes to with Ron. I taught her how to cook the meat that Mae brings over to the cabin.”
“Who is Mae?”
“Yeah, I was getting to her, Brandon. Close your eyes, honey; you’ll feel better. Ever since I started living in the cabin, Mae Willows has been bringing me meat and fish. And I forgot to tell her, and tell you, that she would be coming by with her regular delivery.
“Mae walks into the kitchen and sees you sitting there, naked. Thinking you’re a criminal, she grabs her rifle and points it at you, frightening you, causing you to faint, fall off the chair, and crack your head on the floor. Badly. That’s why it hurts so much now.”
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