Carter

Seeing her in that red nightshirt with her hard nipples poking through the fabric sent me over the edge of sexual frustration. I needed to bury my cock inside her because I knew she could give me the stress relief and pleasure I needed.

I stood in front of her as my fingers gripped the bottom of her nightshirt and I slowly pulled it over her head. Instantly, my cock stood tall, rock hard in a matter of seconds. I didn’t even need to touch her. Her perfect petite body and beauty was all I needed. She stood in front of me, her hourglass figure, perfect perky breasts, toned abdomen, and satin pink panties. I wrapped one hand around the nape of her neck as I softly kissed her lips, while my other hand went straight to her perfect C-cup breasts. A soft moan escaped her as I fondled her and took her hardened peaks between my fingers. Moving my hand down and around her waist, I gently lay her on the bed and let my tongue explore her neck. She tasted sweet and I couldn’t wait to see what she had to offer down below.

While my lips explored her neck, my hand traveled down her torso and down the front of her panties. She was unbelievably wet already and my cock was throbbing with anticipation. As soon as I dipped a finger inside her, her hands tangled through my hair as she moaned with pleasure. I explored her insides, finding her G-spot, which threw her into a rapid orgasm. I couldn’t wait any longer to taste what was waiting for me.

My tongue circled her breasts, paying attention to her hardened nipples as I took each one in my mouth. I took her arms and placed them over her head as I interlaced our fingers tightly together while I made my way down the rest of her body, until I reached her pussy. Letting go of her hands, I placed mine firmly on her hips. With my head between her legs, my mouth explored her. She gasped and moaned while her hands tangled through my hair. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to bury myself deep inside her. Standing up, I stripped out of my clothes and rolled on a condom. Hovering over her, I slowly placed the head of my cock at her opening, and in one thrust, I was inside. Her pussy greeted me with pleasure and the warmth that enveloped me was incredible. I moved slowly at first with gentle strokes, just to make sure I didn’t hurt her. My mouth was clamped around hers and her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist. I picked up the pace and the sensual sounds coming from her heightened. Placing one hand on the headboard and gripping it tight, I thrust in and out of her as the intensity of both our orgasms grew.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moaned.

Her legs tightened around me as she came and a warmth washed over my cock. One more pump and I halted, straining and moaning as I released every last drop of come I had inside me. I let go of the headboard and collapsed on top of her. Our hearts were rapidly beating as our breath struggled to get back to normal. Her arms tightened around me as I lay there and panic began to set in.

Climbing off her, I went into the bathroom and disposed of the condom. Pulling on my underwear, I went to the living area and sat down on the couch.

“Are you okay?” Zoey asked as she stood in the doorway of the bedroom holding the white sheet up against her.

“I’m fine.” I placed my elbows on my knees and rubbed the back of my head. “We better get some sleep. Good night, Zoey,” I spoke as I lay down on the couch.

“Sure. Good night, Mr. Grayson.”

“Stop with the ‘Mr. Grayson.’ Just call me Carter.”

She gave me a nod, turned around, and climbed into bed.

****

Zoey

I felt it, and so did he. I knew he did. I could sense it while we made love. Our souls connected and I felt as if I’d known him my whole life. My body still trembled and he was by far the best sex I’d ever experienced. This wouldn’t change anything and he proved it by going on the couch. I was a fool to think that we’d share the same bed, at least for tonight. He was different when we made love. I felt a tenderness inside him, and the darkness that drowned him was washed away for a short period of time. I needed to get some sleep, because come tomorrow, I would have to deal with the aftermath of what had just happened between us.

I lay in the hospital bed, waiting for Dr. Benson to come back, when I heard a boy crying behind the next curtain.

“His leg is broken in three places. We’re going to have to do surgery and put some pins in. Are his parents here yet?”

“They’re on their way, doctor.”

“Sit tight. We’re going to get you prepped for surgery as soon as your parents get here.”

“But it hurts!” the boy wailed.

“I know it does. We’ll get you something for the pain.”

As I lay there, staring at the curtain that separated us, the only thing I could hear were the cries that came from him. Getting up out of bed, I walked over to the curtain and peeked around it before approaching his bedside. He was in so much pain and agony. I felt this overwhelming need to touch him, and when I placed my hand on his, an electrical sensation tore through me.

“You’re going to be okay. I promise,” I spoke.

His teary eyes stared into mine. “Where did you come from?”

“From the other side of the curtain. I know it hurts, but it won’t hurt for much longer,” I softly spoke. “What happened to you?”

“I was driving with my best friend Andy and his mom when a truck hit us. Can you try to find my friend Andy?” the boy asked me. “They brought him and his mom in by ambulance.”

I looked over and saw a boy standing in the corner staring at us. When the boy saw that I could see him, he spoke to me.

 “Tell him to stay cool and not give Miss Harper a hard time anymore.” He smiled. “Tell him that he was the best friend I ever had and he’s going to be okay. I have to go now. Please tell him.”

“Oh my god, Carter!” a woman cried as she and a man came running into the room.

I gasped as I jolted up in bed, my heart rapidly beating. It was him. The boy behind the curtain next to me, on that day, was Carter Grayson. I was drenched in sweat as I tried to calm my racing heart.

“Are you okay?” Carter spoke as he turned on the light in the bedroom.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“I was just in the bathroom and I heard you. Did you have a nightmare?”

I stared at him as my racing heart began to calm down.

“Something like that. I’m fine. Go back to sleep,” I spoke.

He turned and went back on the couch. The feeling that I had when he touched me in his kitchen that one night was the same feeling as when I touched him for the first time in the hospital as a child. The same feeling I had never felt with anyone else before.

I was restless the rest of the night, so I got up at the crack of dawn, quietly got dressed, and walked down to the beach. I stood there as the sun started to rise over the lake and mountains, still thinking about the dream I had last night. Only it wasn’t a dream, it was a memory from that day. We met that day when he was in excruciating pain, and then again, all these years later. He was still in pain, but this time, it was a different kind of pain.