Chapter 29 Bumps, Thumps and Future Humps
Melanie's orgasm almost made her faint. Her already high level of sexual excitement had been increased by the combination of prior sexual frustration, (the early morning sex-capades) and getting serviced by Freddie in the hospital bathroom.
Freddie wasn't faring too well himself and was probably closer to blacking out than she was. Melanie had both hands behind his neck, and was more interested in her throbbing clit, than his ability to breathe. As she started to cum, his face became one with her pussy. He could barely hear her instructions to keep sucking on her clit, even though she was probably screaming loud enough for half the floor to discern every word.
Her orgasm seemed to go on and on and the contact between his face and her pussy went unbroken. What was definitely a good time for her was in fact torture for Freddie. When she finally released him, he felt instant relief, as oxygen finally became available to his strained and burning lungs.
He had just completed the most exhaustive pussy eating experience thus far, and as he sat perched on bended knees, he fought to remain conscious. As full function slowly returned to his foggy brain, he was able to survey the effects his oral rampage had upon his highly controlling sex partner. Melanie was slumped on the toilet, trying to regain normal breathing herself. Her face and neck were flushed and her clit stuck out like a little pecker. She had both tits in her hands, holding them tightly and slowly rubbing them.
She was the first to speak.
"Damn Freddie! That was the best orgasm ever!"
Freddie couldn't answer, he was still trying to get his breathing back to normal.
His face was wet and sticky from Melanie's fluids and he definitely smelled like sex. He didn't care; he was too tired to feel proud about his pussy eating skills. He wanted to go home and sleep. He was tired before getting to the hospital and now he felt like a walking zombie….A walking sex zombie.
He was finally able to speak. "I'm glad you liked it," he said sarcastically.
"What's wrong Freddie? You act like that was some kind of big chore."
"Well, eating you on a toilet isn't exactly easy, it almost broke my neck and the way you held my face against your pussy almost suffocated me. And my tongue is numb and my lips hurt."
Melanie reached out and tweaked his nose. "It isn't sexy when you whine. You know I always make sure you get some really good treatment. So shut up, and I'll make it up to you later tonight."
Freddie didn't answer, he just started to stand. That was a big mistake.
Squatting on his knees for twenty minutes had made his legs go to sleep. He didn't realize it until he was halfway upright. That was when he started to wobble, and with his pants, still down around his feet, he tripped and fell forward.
It happened so fast that he wasn't able to bring his hands up to catch himself or break his fall.
Melanie watched everything but she was in no position to help. She could only sit spread eagled on the toilet and watch as Freddie lost his battle with gravity.
Right before her eyes, Freddie's head crashed into the front of the toilet seat. It was a hard impact; he was instantly knocked out.
"Oh my fucking God!" she said aloud. "Freddie's fucking dead….He's fucking dead!"
Freddie slumped forward, his head and body leaning against the toilet. Blood gushed from the cut on his forehead. Melanie, still spread eagled, had to throw one leg over Freddie's body just to stand up. Her first instinct was to get him away from the toilet and lean him against the wall. The blood had fucked her mind up and she was focused on getting him into a position where she could try and stop the bleeding. It was a stupid idea, since she was in a hospital. The logical thing was to go twenty feet and get help as quickly as she could.
She didn't do that. Instead she wanted to make his unconscious body comfortable, wrap something around his head to at least slow down the bleeding, and then go and get help. The problem was that she didn't know just how hard it is to move an unconscious body, especially one as heavy as Freddie.
She straddled Freddie from behind and hooked both arms around his chest. With great effort she managed to lift him halfway up. However, she hadn't thought about what to do with him once she had him up. The lifting position was awkward and he was heavier than she expected.
"Oh shit," she said as she felt her hold on Freddie slip away. The result was she dropped him, and his head bounced off the edge of the toilet seat for a second time.
"Mother fucker!…This ain't working." She screamed.
She thought for a second and then decided to stretch him out flat on the floor. This was fairly easy and within a few seconds she had Freddie laid out lengthwise. His feet were against the wall and his head about 18 inches from the door.
She looked at him for a second and then the obvious occurred to her. His head was blocking the door.
"What the fuck am I doing?" she said to herself. "I don't need to move him. He was OK leaning against the toilet in the first place. He's fucking knocked out….He doesn't give a shit about comfort. And I don't need to do anything about the blood…..I'm in a fucking hospital. My real problem is……How am I going to get him help? I don't want to have to explain how he busted his head and I sure don't want Sam to find out about this. What the fuck am I going to do?"
Melanie was still naked as she stood thinking about the best way to anonymously get Freddie some help. When it seemed that things couldn't get worse, they did. As she stood naked in the middle of the bathroom, the door suddenly opened.
In their state of horny excitement, both she and Freddie had forgotten to lock the door. Melanie watched in relative slow motion as the bottom of the door crashed into Freddie's head. It was his third head injury within the span of a few minutes.
Melanie held her breath as a brown haired head popped through the crack between the door frame and Freddie's head. The strange head belonged to Spencer. He first looked at the naked Melanie and then at the body lying on the floor. His mind whirled for a second and he took another look at Melanie and then his eyes went back to the knocked out Freddie. Then it occurred to him that something was not right.
"What the fuck is going on?" he said.
Melanie didn't try to cover her tits or pussy; what was the use? She was far removed from her days of modesty, and being nude was her favorite state of dress, or would that be, state of undress? Anyway, she liked showing off her body.
She just matter of factly looked at Spencer and said. "I'll put on my gown and pull Freddie's head away from the door. I'm going back to my room, and then, you can go and get him a nurse. Just give me a minute to get away."
Spencer didn't really hear what she said. He was focused on Melanie's perfect tits and bald cooter.
"Spencer!" She said, "Close the door."
"Oh, yea, right." He said, pulling the door closed.
He turned and leaned against the wall.
"Nice tits!" he thought, "really….. nice….. tits."
A minute later Melanie opened the door.
Freddie was laying on the floor, with his pants still around his ankles. . Blood dripped from his forehead and his right ear. He also had some pretty bad looking bruises and obvious swelling. He was breathing but unconscious. Melanie looked at Spencer.
"Listen; don't ask what me and Freddie were doing in here. All you need to know is that he tripped and fell against the toilet and then you banged his head when you opened the door. Right now he needs to see a doctor."
"I'm not going to ask any questions now, but later you and I are going to talk. You can't expect me to find you and Freddie naked and not ask questions."
"Well," she said, "don't tell anybody that you found me and him together. This was all an accident and no one needs to know that we have…… an arrangement."
"What?" Spencer asked, "You two are fuck buddies?"
Melanie started looking pissed. "I said no questions now; he needs help, so get him some help."
Spencer looked at Melanie. She was no longer a little girl; she was a hot, sexual creature. But she wasn't normal. Beautiful yes, but there was something else, a hint of evil; she was…. Dangerous.
A girl like Melanie, cold and calculating, could ruin lives and care nothing about the destruction she left behind. She could be a lot of fun, but one had to be careful. One had to play her just right. Spencer had made the unfortunate mistake of seeing her perfect tits and hairless poontang. He was entranced by her sexuality. He thought he could be the one to play her just right. That idea would probably end up biting him on the ass.
"Go on back to your room and I'll go to the nurse's station. I won't say you were with him. I'll tell them that I found him alone and that I banged his head with the door when I went to use the bathroom."
"Thanks Spencer, you're OK"
Spencer watched her walk back away, her ass dancing beneath the clingy gown. "Yes, I think I'll be seeing you again," he said to himself. "You and your perfect tits."
He turned and walked to the Nurse's station to report finding Freddie laying knocked out in the bathroom.
Melanie jumped back into bed. "Oh shit," she thought, "every time I try to have a little fun something happens. I hope poor Freddie isn't hurt too bad, I'm starting to really like that boy." She looked around for the TV remote and the thing to call the nurse's station with. Next to her bed was a corded box with a couple of buttons. One button said, "Nurse." She pressed it and a few seconds later a voice came through the loud speaker. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm thirsty; I'd like a can of soda….Maybe Ginger Ale."
"I'll be there in a second," answered the Nurse.
"Perfect," replied Melanie, as she turned on the TV, "now to find something to watch."
Two hours later Spencer walked into Melanie's room. She was still watching TV, some animal show on the discovery channel. When she saw the look on his face, she knew he had bad news. He walked up to her bed and stood beside her.
"Freddie's in the coma unit. His injuries are pretty bad, far worse than Sam's. The doctor say's he's going to have some degree of brain damage, they just don't know how extensive. They did an MRI and then he talked about the limbic this and the lateral that….The bottom line is, he may be in a coma for a long time, and when he wakes up, he may not be the Freddie you know."
Melanie's face turned a shade whiter than usual and her throat tightened up. "I done this to him," she said, as tears streaked down her face. It was all, my fault, and now Freddie may be fucked for life."
Spencer reached out and took her by the hand.
"Was it an accident?" he asked.
"Yes, he tripped over his pants."
"Well, you may be the reason he was in there to begin with, but you're not responsible for him falling. At least you didn't intend for him to fall. It was an accident and shit happens….All the time."
"I just feel so bad….I really like Freddie and it hurts me that he is in a coma and is now brain damaged."
He squeezed Melanie's hand. "There really isn't any need to start thinking the worst. We won't know anything until he wakes up and the damage might not even be noticeable."
Melanie put her other hand on top of his.
"I hope you're right," she said, "I'd hate for Freddie to end up a vegetable or even a retard."
Spencer began to think less about Freddie and more about Melanie. Her hands were soft and warm and he could see the outline of her tits through the thin gown. She was irresistible….She was sexual perfection….A biological man trap.
Spencer wasn't smart enough to figure out the reason Melanie was a human sex magnet; he just knew that as of today, she was the sexiest girl he had ever known. He knew he had to have her.
Spencer looked at her, and as he spoke, his voice became low and serious.
"I have to ask you something, I thought Freddie and Sam had something going on….But from the looks of things, you and Freddie weren't just playing doctor in the bathroom. I'd say, you two "operated" on each other…And I'm talking major surgery. So, care to fill me in on things?"
Melanie let go off Spencer's hands and she reached towards the tissue box on the side table. She took a tissue and wiped her eyes and blew her nose.
She took a deep breath and then started talking.
"Well, it's like this," she said, as she began to explain everything to Spencer. She of course, left out the Carly stuff (the feud with Sam, fucking Freddie, and most of all, the pussy eating). She figured he would go ape shit if he knew the truth about his little sister. Besides, she still wanted to keep the Carly option open and telling Spencer that his sister was a sex fiend would probably end any future romps with Miss Shay.
It took Melanie a few minutes to finish revealing to Spencer what she wanted to reveal. When she was through, Spencer looked at her and thought for a few seconds before talking. He wanted to use the right words. His plans needed the right words.
Finally he started talking.
"I'll keep everything confidential. This arrangement is between you and Freddie, and if you two can live with it, that's all that counts. It's none of my business nor is it anyone else's business."
Melanie breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks Spencer, I was hoping you'd understand."
"Well, I have to admit that I see you differently now….You're much more….Complex than I expected."
Melanie smiled at the compliment.
"In fact, when you're feeling better…. I'd like to hang out with you….You seem really interesting……. And I think you'd be a lot of fun."
Melanie wasn't expecting Spencer to suggest spending time together and the thought of it had never occurred to her…Until now. Melanie was always open to another "friend" and someone like Spencer was exactly what she was looking for. She wondered if she would be able to control him like she did the younger guys. Oh well, it would be fun finding out.
"Sure, that sounds great….But, the same hush, hush conditions apply to seeing you. I don't want anyone else knowing my business….And that includes Sam, Freddie and Carly."
Spencer smiled and reached out and brushed the hair on her forehead.
"That my sweet thing…..Is understood," he said.
Melanie reached over and palmed Spencer's crotch, squeezing his cock through his pants.
"As long as you understand things…..I believe you will be more than happy…..With our arrangement."
