When I woke up in my hospital room, I could only remember parts of what had happened to me. I was driving on a highway when a pickup truck had clipped one of my rear tires. My car spun around off the road and flipped a few times - that much I remembered. Where was I driving to? I had no clue. Was I alone in the car? Then my heart skipped a beat and filled up with anxiety. Something in my mind told me Annie might have been in the passenger seat. Annie, one of my closest friends from college was also my first and biggest college crush. The feeling was never mutual and we remained friends, but her silky brown hair, hazel eyes, and luscious lips always kept me up at night. Now I feared she might be in the next hospital room in the same condition as mine or even worse.
My neck was held in place by a thick, sweaty brace and my right arm was in a cast. The top of my head was also wrapped in bandages. As I continued to examine my injuries, the door opened. In came a short middle-aged nurse with brown hair and glasses.
"Oh good, you're up. I guess you've slept long enough. You have a guest." She stepped half-way out the door, "Come on in, he's awake."
It was Annie. In a combination of relief and excitement, I tried to leap from my bed, but nothing moved. Annie had a troubled expression on her face - I must have looked pretty beaten up.
"I'll leave you two alone," said the nurse, "let me know if I can get you anything." She gave me a wink, left, and closed the door.
Annie walked up to me and placed her hand on my arm.
"I...I'm so sorry... Are you feeling any better?" she looked as though she was going to cry.
"I'm ok, now that you're here! I can't remember what happened. For a little while, I was worried you might have been in the car with me!"
"You don't remember?" She looked distressed.
"Well, I know I was run off the road, but I can't remember what happened before or after."
She took a deep breath before she spoke, "You're here because of me..." Her eyes began to water. "You were driving to the airport to pick me up. Someone found you unconscious on the side of the road and called an ambulance."
"Holy shit. What about my car?"
"It's totalled." By now tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Hey, don't cry. It's really not your fault. Accidents happen."
Her lips quiverred as she spoke, "But you wouldn't have been on the road had I not asked you to pick me up!"
If I could have hugged her to comfort her I would have. But my right arm was completely immobilized with the cast. I held her hand with my left, "Please, don't think that. Really, don't blame yourself."
It was a tender moment, the kind I had always wanted to share with Annie. "Here why don't you sit down." She took the chair that sat next to my bed and we continued to chat for a little while. She knew a lot more about my condition than I did - 30 stitches in my head, broken right shoulder and collar bone, and bruises all over my upper body. Apparently, I was lucky - the seatbelt had saved my life and also kept me from damaging my lower body. As we continued to talk I took notice of how good she looked. Her slender frame was complemented by her gentle curves that showed nicely through her red tank top and tight jeans.
"I wish I could stay and keep you company, but I have to go to class now."
I didn't even know what time it was. As Annie got up from her chair, she leaned over and kissed my forehead. The sweet gesture was a pleasant surprise but more of my attention was taken by the point-blanke look I had down her tank top. She was wearing a white lacey bra that hugged her beautiful milky flesh. It was the most of her cleavage that I'd ever seen and I wish I could have paused time at that moment.
"I'll try to visit again later this afternoon, ok?" As she left the room I took a leisurely look at her perfectly rounded ass.
While she was gone, my mind was totally dominated by visions of Annie. I wanted her so badly and she knew it. Annie's known for years, and we'd never discussed it. She always made sure not to lead me on, which is why the kiss on the forehead was so surprising. Maybe she did it because she felt so guilty about the accident. Whatever the case, I couldn't stop thinking about her.
Though my upper body was mostly immobilized, my lower body proved it was as lively as ever with a raging hard-on. My cock was demanding attention and I tried to stroke it off with my opposite hand since my right-hand was stuck in its cast. Not only was my left hand too uncoordinated but pain shot through my arm and shoulder each time because of the huge bruises. I had to stop and my balls began to ache a bit. As hard as I tried, I couldn't get my mind off of Annie.
An hour or so had passed but my erection managed to persist. The door knocked again. My heart (and cock) stirred for a moment as I hoped it would be Annie. I covered myself and said, "Come in." It was the same middle-aged nurse. "I'm here to give you your bath."
Uh oh.
With my cock still erect this was bound to be embarassing. She undid the top of my hospital garb and began to sponge my chest and worked around my casted shoulder and neck. It felt suprisingly refreshing. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that the nurse was Annie. It was a bad idea, though, since it only made my cock harder.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed. Caught. She took notice of my enormous erection.
I apologized immediately, "I'm sorry, please don't get the wrong idea. I was thinking about somebody before you got here."
She giggled, "Don't worry, I know. You wouldn't go for an old lady like me. You were thinking about your girlfriend, right?"
She seemed understanding enough and I sighed with relief, "Well, she's not my girlfriend, sadly. Annie's just a friend."
"Oh, that's too bad. But you must like this Annie a lot; she's gorgeous," she smiled.
