I met Cary while I was out riding my motorcycle.
Actually, I more or less ran over him. Cary was kind of a crazy SOB, he rode his bike like there was no way for him to ever be hurt.
So when I was in the air coming over a jump and looked down to see Cary taking a shortcut across the back side of the berm, there was just no place to go.
The track we rode at had rules, those applied to everybody except Cary, it seemed. We were never supposed to cross the track, and certainly not on the far side of a blind jump.
I tried to lift the rear wheel, succeeded some and clipped his rear wheel on the way down.
The result was me ass over teakettle, I relaxed and tried to roll but the landing was still a shock. I lay there trying to catch my breath, my right leg was already warning me.
Broken for sure.
"Oh, shit man! I am sorry!" I heard the voice, looked up at this guy all dirty and bleeding from some scratches on his face.
"That was fucking stupid, man!" I growled at him.
Cary stayed right with me, they loaded me up and hauled me off to emergency. The X-rays showed a clean break on my right leg, so they tugged at it trying to kill me for awhile, then wrapped it up in a cast.
It was a wonder I didn't break my damned back.
They rolled me out the door, handed me some crutches. Great, here I was, no car, no money, no way back to my shitty apartment.
My bike was back at the riding park, probably in pieces and gone by now.
I was pretty sure my job down at the shipping center shoving boxes around was gone, the company I worked for had no sense of humor at all.
They had just one allowed excuse for not showing up for work. You had to be dead and even then they required two weeks notice.
I sat there realizing I was fucked. No real family, in the city for just 3 weeks from the farm in Ohio meant I had nothing and nowhere to go.
Then Cary walked up.
"Need a ride?" He asked.
"Yea, that would help." I growled again, still mad at him.
He left and rolled up a few minutes later with this big Dodge Magnum. He helped me into the passenger seat, I spotted my bike in the back on it's side, his was back there, too. He loaded my crutches and off we went.
"You live here?" He asked as we pulled up in front of my place.
"Yea, it's a shithole but all I could afford."
"Hey fuck that. Why don't you come and stay with us, we have lots of room. At least until you heal up."
I didn't have to think very long about that, I had a half loaf of bread and some Tuna fish, rent was due in two weeks and my check would cover that, but barely.
Then I was all done.
"OK." Was all I said.
"Good. And don't worry about the hospital bill, I already paid it." He grinned at me and off we went with a squeal of the tires.
I noticed quickly that this guy drove like a damn maniac, it was foot to the floor or stomp on the brakes. The thing had some kind of noisy big engine in it, too.
I gave my seat belt an extra tug.
My leg was hurting like hell by the time we turned off the highway and down a single lane paved road that ended in front of a huge house. Landscaped, sprinklers running, a big circular driveway out front. One hell of a place.
I was wondering what I had run into here.
"I own a company, we make engine parts." He said, answering the question before I asked it.
"Does pretty good, too. I inherited it when my Dad passed."
Well, that explained the huge house and some of it. Cary was a rich kid, lucky bastard. I looked at him, he was about 30, maybe 3-4 years older than me.
"Darla!" He yelled as soon as we got in the door.
"We got company!"
I looked up and this dark haired woman walked down the stairs. I just stared, she was one of those kind of women that takes a person's breath away.
She looked like she had just walked out of a beauty shop, makeup perfect and just a hint of it, every hair exactly in place. She had on a pair of snug shorts and a light halter top. I saw a glint of light from her navel, some kind of jewelry. Her stomach was flat as a pancake, the shorts low enough the beginnings of the "V" of her pelvis was visible. Her bust wasn't huge, but her breasts were high and obviously firm, that halter top outlined them perfectly.
I stood there with my mouth open, my dick already starting upwards at the sight of her.
"Now what did you find this time?" She looked at me and smiled.
"This is Danny. I kinda ran over him, or under him, I guess. Anyway, we wrecked, my fault."
She looked me up and down.
"He's cute!" She smiled. It was like I was some kind of puppy Cary had brought home, she inspected me up and down with her eyes.
"Does that hurt?" She gestured at my leg encased in the huge cast.
"Yea, a little." I said, managing to find my voice.
I looked around for Cary, he was already gone. I looked back at Darla, unsure of what was next.
"Come on, let's get you settled."
She took my hand and led me to a side bedroom off the main floor. It was twice the size of my apartment. A big bed was in the center, a bathroom off the side, widescreen TV, even a small fridge and telephone. There was even a computor and one of those modern flat screens sitting on a desk.
"I hope this will do, I would put you upstairs but with that leg...." She flashed that big smile again.
I was thinking that this would do just fine.
I was settling in, figuring I would need to go get my clothes and a few things from my apartment. I knew I couldn't keep the place, no money, but at least it would be easy to move.
Everything I owned would fit into my two suitcases, and my bike was already here. I didn't own a car, since I relyed on the busses that ran all the time.
Then Cary knocked on the door, came in.
"I have the shop picking up your bike, they will fix it. Do you need me to pick up some of your stuff, I can send a crew over?"
"Sure, thanks." I handed him the apartment key.
Cary pulled a phone out of his pocket, said something. A few minutes later two big men came in, got the keys and left. They were back in an hour with my worldy goods. Each one of them carried one small suitcase.
I wandered out to the main room, Cary was sitting watching a huge wall mounted TV, some motorcycle race was on.
"Have a seat, make yourself at home."
I looked around, there were lots of choices.
"Oh, I paid your rent for a couple of months, we will see how it goes."
"OK. Thanks." I settled into one of the big leather chairs, it was soft and comfortable.
"I want you to know I really appreciate...."
"Hey, no need. My fault you got hurt." He dismissed that with a wave of his hand.
Just then Darla came in carrying a tray, she looked again like she had just had herself done up top to bottom. She had on a different outfit, slacks this time with a soft white blouse open enough to show a large expanse of her upper body.
No hint of a bra, her breasts moved nicely with every step.
She leaned over to set the tray down, her top gapped open showing a huge expanse of bare breasts, another inch and they would have been totally bare.
