My Story 2 - Sex Stories

My Story 2

... his and kissed it. Adam’s beautiful brown eyes were filling up with tears. “Ash is in pretty bad shape. She’s probably going to be asleep for a few hours more.” “That cut on your head is going to leave a mark.” He rubbed his free hand along the edge of the cut. I winced in pain as it was sore. “Sorry.” I looked over at Ash who was just lying there. She looked so sad and so miserable. I’m so glad she was asleep though, she would be ten times worse awake. The nurses brought me a wheel chair in case I had to use the bathroom or wanted to go to the cafeteria. I got in the wheel chair and Adam started to push me towards the door. I looked at Ash as we walked past. She was starting to move. She was waking up. “Adam go get a nurse or the doctors. She’s waking up.” I demanded. I wheeled myself the best I could over to the bed. “Ash don’t try to move. You will be in pain.” The doctors came rushing in. They checked her vitals and told her what happened. Lucky for her, she was able to talk. “Jess, I’m so sorry. I should have been paying attention to the road. We missed the party and you missed a chance with Adam. I’m so so sorry.” She started to cry. “Hey calm down. Adam is here visiting us. They told him to wait outside for a few minutes. You’re going to be on bed rest for about a month they said.” I explained. She stopped crying. “I’m so sorry.” She said again. “Stop saying that. It’s not your fault.” I reassured her. I wheeled over to my bed and laid down. It took me a few minutes. ...

... Adam never came back in. I’m pretty sure he went home. But out time in the hospital flew by and soon enough I was back in school. Adam helped me carry my things and wheel me around. We visited Ash every day. Whether she was at the hospital or home didn’t matter. We helped her with school work and such. I was walking again and got my cast off after a month. Ash was told to stay in bed for another week or so. Adam came over pretty much every day so we could do homework. We never talked about the kiss, but I never stopped thinking about it either. I wanted to talk to him about it but he didn’t seem interested. I finally said fuck it. “So, what are we?” I asked. Was I stupid? Of all the things I could have said, that was what came out. “What do you mean?” He asked closing his textbook. “Well, we kissed and we hang out every day. I mean, friends don’t do that stuff. The kissing part.” I said awkwardly. “Well, I want to be more than friends, but I don’t want a relationship.” He said. He kind of left it hanging like there was more to it. “Oh?” I said. I don’t know if he was thinking what I was, but I wouldn’t object. “I want to be friends with benefits, but not full blown. Do you get what I’m saying?” He made a face like his words tasted awful. “Yes. I do.” I said. He leaned in a kissed me. I missed his lips. He pulled away. “Have you ever done it?” He asked. “No. You were actually my first kiss.” I admitted. “Oh. Ok.” He kissed me again and put his hand on my leg. We kissed for a ...