I surfaced slowly through what seemed to be a thick, dark, almost sticky fog. I remembered this feeling from somewhere … somewhere … the Nam. A North Vietnamese artillery shell had gone off just feet from the bunker and knocked me and my buddies into next week, almost literally. It had taken me that long to wake up, and there was this same feeling of trying to crawl through a cottonball to reach daylight. Why am I here again? What had happened?
As I began to gather my wits about me, I pieced together the last few weeks. The Winnebago … travelling … rest stops … Cat … Cat! Where was Cat!?!?
My eyes popped open, but I wasn’t ready to move just yet. I felt of myself from the inside out, afraid there might be something really wrong. Yes, those are my fingers, and a little further away, my toes. I tensed my fingers, feeling the muscles bunch, ready to pull my hands into fists. I moved them just slightly and everything worked with no pain. A little stiff, maybe, but no pain, and they did work when I told them to. Good, a good start. I flexed my toes, just a little. Everybody’s moving. Good.
Now for the big one. I carefully, oh, so carefully turned my head just a little to the left, then back, and then a little to the right. As I came back to center, I took a deep breath for a sigh of relief and was amazed at the knife-like pain that shot through my ribcage.
“OW! Oh, crap! That hurt!” I thought to myself. “Well, at least my neck isn’t broken.” I blinked the pain away and, taking another slow breath, I could feel the restrictive bandage wrapped around my ribs, thinking to myself, “Busted ribs … cracked at the very least. Great.” I turned my head toward the only source of light in the room, a window close to the bed I was in, and what I saw brought a smile.
There in a chair next to the window was the best sight I could have hoped to have seen. Cat, with her feet up on a footstool, sound asleep. There was just enough daylight coming around the light-blocking curtains to see her. Her long black hair had fallen over her face, but it was her. My eyes travelled down her body to watch the rise and fall of her breasts as she slept, her hands folded across her flat stomach, the flare of her hips clad in tight jean cutoffs, her bare legs, and finally her tennis-shoed feet. Looking back at her face, I could just make out her pert little nose and full, soft lips that were parted slightly as she slept.
I tried to say her name, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. When I cleared my throat and swallowed to wet my vocal cords, her head came up and she turned to look at me. Seeing me looking back at her, she was out of the chair like a shot, crossing the floor to stand next to the bed.
“Dave” she whispered. “Are you okay? How do you feel?” She took my hand in both of hers and leaned down to kiss me on the forehead.
“Mmm. You’re good to see. Are you okay? What happened?”
“You don’t remember?”
“I remember coming out of Taos at night, and I remember a semi coming around the corner too fast with his back end in our lane. The last thing I remember is seeing the hinges of his trailer coming at the windshield and trying to swerve. What happened after that?”
“Oh, it was terrible! The back of the semi hit us, right next to your chair. It tore through the side and knocked your chair back to the dinette wall and down into the stairwell. The Winnebago went off the road and into some trees and then tipped over. The Fire Department had to cut through the side to get us out. My crash bags all inflated so I didn’t get hurt, but you were so bloody I thought you were dead!”
She started crying and leaned down to hug me. Hurt a bit but I wrapped my arms around her and told her again I was okay.
“How long have I been here?”
She pulled her head up to look at me, put her hand to my cheek and whispered, “6 days.”
“6 days! Where are you staying? How have you been eating?”
“The police set me up at a shelter…” I didn’t even let her finish what she was going to say.
“A shelter!?!?! You mean like a street shelter or something? Why’d they do that?” She jumped a little.
“It’s Salvation Army. I didn’t have any money for a hotel. They’re really very nice and they’ve helped out a lot.”
“I know, I’m sure they have, but you need to get into a hotel. Is there one around here? What town are we in, anyway?” I was already planning an emergency fund for her so this shelter business never happened again.
“Ahh … we finally made it to Raton.” I smiled at her. “Where’s my wallet? Where’s the Winnebago? Did the Jeep get wrecked too?”
“They’re both totaled. The insurance guy said for you to give him a call when you woke up.”
“Crap. So I’m in a hospital in Podunk New Mexico, you’re living in a shelter, and we’ve got no way to get out of here. This sucks.”
She looked at me wide-eyed for a moment, then her eyebrows came down and she really let me have it. She shook her little forefinger at my nose and practically yelled at me,
“Dave Connors, you should be glad you’re alive! The paramedics said you took a terrible beating getting hit by the truck and then flying through the Winnebago like that and the only reason you weren’t killed was because your seat belt stayed on and your chair took most of the impact!”
I was feeling more than a little shame because an 18-year-old girl had to remind me that we wake up to walk upon this earth by the grace of the Lord above, and here I was bitching and moaning because my little piss-ant day wasn’t going so well.
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry. Are you really okay?”
“Nothing worth more than a band-aid and some Ben-Gay. I’m okay. Dave, can we get out of here?”
“Yeah, let’s do that.” I hit the call button and pretty soon the nurse came in.
“Well, Mr. Connors, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
We went back and forth for a while and then the doctor came in and looked me over. He told me I’d gotten some bruising from the seat belt, but no rib damage, a minor dent in my skull I’d have to be careful of and a few cuts and scrapes. They wanted to keep me a couple more days "for observation", but about 2 hours later I was finally declared fit for duty and they brought my clothes and stuff. I got dressed with a little help from Cat, signed out, called a cab and then let them take me in a wheel chair for the 50 foot trip to the front door. Regulations.
Ah, but the warm sun and the fresh air felt good. Perked me right up and I suddenly realized I was hungry. Not just hungry, I was starving! We had the cab run us over to a Cracker Barrel not far down the road and I ate like I hadn’t seen a plate in a week, which, come to think of it, I hadn’t! At the time, road kill over an open fire would have been a feast, but I Hoover’d that steak and potato in probably record time. Cat kept having to tell me to slow down or I’d wind up back where I’d been.
Better, much better.
We went to the shelter and collected Cat’s things, then got a hotel at a place near the freeway. Not the best I’d stayed in, but it was a bed in a warm room, and I needed to make some calls and figure out what we were going to do for transportation.
It took a few phone calls, but a little later we had some cash lined up and an appointment with a car dealer in Colorado Springs. We got a car from the local Hertz dealer and went to the tow yard to see what was left of the Winnebago. It was a mess, and there wasn’t much left of what was in it.
“This is a mess, Cat. I’m thinking we should take what’s of value to us and have them clean it out and donate what they can find. What do you think?”
She stood up from where she was sorting through the things in what had been her room in the coach, tears streaming down her face. She was holding what was left of that battered old t-shirt she was so fond of sleeping in.
“It was all I had left of him. He used to let me wear it when I stayed with him. When I went home the last time he told me to take it with me so we could always sleep together.” Her eyes got real big and she covered her mouth with her hand. “I shouldn’t have told you that.”
I went over to her, took her by the shoulders and looked in her eyes. “Cat, honey, you are who you are and I like who you are very much. From the little you’ve told me, you and your grandfather loved each other very much, so whatever happened between you and him is between you and him. I’ve got nothing to say except that to me, you’re a beautiful and intelligent woman, and I’m happy to know you, just like you are.”
She wrapped her arms around me and said, simply, “Thanks.” We held each other for a moment and then decided it was time to go. With a short stop at the police station to pick up my pistol, we went back to the hotel to get a good night’s sleep before driving up to Colorado Springs to talk to the insurance company.
“What do you think? Would you help me unwrap these bandages so I can get a shower?”
“Sure! Sit on the stool so I can walk around you.”
I did and she did. It felt better to breath with the bandages off, but the bruises were sure sore to the touch. I got up and went in the bathroom, stripping down to my boxers and starting up the shower. I hate hotel showerheads … nasty little micro-sprayers that you have to stand under for 10 minutes before there’s enough water on you to make the soap lather. As I stood there just letting the hot water loosen my sore muscles, the curtain pulled back and I saw Cat standing there, naked as the day she was born but considerably more developed in all the right places.
“I’ve missed you, Dave” she said.
“You looked wonderful,” I said, and held out my hand to help her over the tub wall. She closed the curtain behind her and moved into my arms. “You feel wonderful,” as we held each other. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, then moved them both down and caressed her firm ass.
“Mmmm,” she purred. Her hands began moving on my sides and down my thighs, sliding back up to squeeze my butt and pull me into her. She rubbed her pussy on my cock, and I could feel her pubes on the sensitive skin. I made to pick her up by her ass, but the pain made me groan and I had to immediately put her back down. My ribs weren’t quite ready for that just yet.
“You just stand there. Let me do all the work.” She went to her knees, gently taking my swelling cock into one hand and holding my balls with the other. “I’ll take care of everything,” she said, looking at my dick.
She jacked it a couple times, squeezing it firmly and then held it up to lick my balls. She sucked one into her mouth, rolling and massaging it with her tongue, then released it and did the same thing to the other one. She kissed and sucked on both of my nuts and then moved to my cock, licking it slowly from base to tip, up and then back down again. Both hands went around the shaft and jacked it while flicking the tip of her tongue on the sensitive head. Her mouth came open and she took it in, rolling her tongue around it and rubbing the underside.
Her head moved forward and she swallowed almost my entire length, keeping her tongue moving on the underside. Out, then back in, and out, and in again. My rod felt like it was on fire, and I could feel my nuts beginning to tighten up as I approached blowing my full load into her mouth. With a supreme effort, I pulled her up to her feet.
“Not here. Not here.” I pulled her out of the shower, out the bathroom and onto the bed. “Now you.”
I lowered her to the bed on her back. Going to my knees, I bit her stomach softly, then moved over to her hips and down her leg to her knee. I switched to the other leg and worked my way back up to her hips. I jammed my hands under her butt and lifted her to my lips, licking her labia with the flat of my tongue.
Her hands came down to lock into my hair and she moaned softly. I increased the pressure of my tongue, parting her swollen lips and slipping it into her. I licked upwards, capturing her clit and nipping it softly with my lips. I brought a finger into her, curling it upward to massage her sensitive spot.
She wrapped her legs around me and moaned, “Dave. Oh, Dave.”
Her hips were thrusting up into my face as I sawed my finger in and out.
“Dave! Ahh! Ooh! Nnnnggg! AHHH!”
She came; she came hard and long. Her legs tightened around me and a high-pitched squeal came out of her, soft at first but increasing in volume until she suddenly relaxed, eyes closed and panting with exertion.
Her head came up and she reached for me, dragging me into the bed. We scrooched around until I was on my back with her straddling me, rubbing her pussy on my iron-hard dick. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, sensuously sliding them, biting my lower lip. She backed away just slightly and I could still feel her hot breath.
“Now you,” she whispered into my mouth, and moved just enough for my cock to enter her.
Her breath caught just a moment as I parted her tight pussy lips. She exhaled as she pressed me further into her. Her eyes closed and she inhaled as her hips moved up, withdrawing my shaft. Back down, all the way in.
Her head lowered and she clenched her teeth and sucked in a breath as she ground our groins together. Up, down, grind, each time more forcefully until she was bouncing madly, her tits shaking with each thrust. Suddenly, her eyes went wide and throwing her head back, the growl in her throat increased until it was almost a howl. She slammed down on me once more, her pussy convulsing on my cock, and she and I went over the brink together. I pumped load after load into her, my dick thrusting into her again and again until, finally spent, she collapsed beside me.
“Wow.” I breathed.
“Now THAT’S what I needed,” she panted. She rolled into me and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me lightly on the cheek.
I turned my head to look into her eyes. She looked up at me and smiled. I felt as though my whole body was smiling. “There is nothing that hospital could have given me, and nothing I can think of anywhere in this world, that is as good for me as you are.”