Tragedy
written by:
Adam

Tragedy by Adam

My name is Angie. When I was in my mid twenties, I was very sexually active, maybe to the point of being a bit lose. I was five feet two and very petite. I had small round breasts and most guys loved my legs that were long for my height. The guys would tell me I had cute little butt and of course they all like to squeeze it. My hair was light brown and I kept it short so it was easier to care for. As I said I was a bit lose and enjoyed sex with quite a number of guys. I started having sex when I was sixteen and it seemed I lived to get into bed with as many guys as I could find. During the first semester of college I slept with two guys at once after a football game because I lost a bet on who would win the game. My reputation was one of being easy but to me ‘easy' meant more sex. One guy called me a little nympho.

I only lasted two and a half years at college then ran out of money. I did pretty well in college but mom and dad didn't really have a lot of money so they couldn't pay my way. I worked part time at a grocery store as a checkout clerk to help pay my way and I got student loans for the rest. I lived at home because the school was in our hometown and I thought it would make school easier to afford. But back then I just couldn't make it work and decided to drop out.

After I dropped out I got in with a crowd from another town that liked to party every Friday and Saturday night. A couple of them had a big house on the edge of town where we could hang out without being disturbed. I hooked up with several of the guys on different nights and was enjoying getting drunk and getting laid. There was one guy named Bill that I slept with more than the others but it was more about sex and satisfaction than emotional ties. I guess I was the typical little slut.

One Saturday evening Bill and I were sitting at a hamburger restaurant eating dinner when he told me he had a sexual favor to ask of me. He told me he had invited two guys and a girl from my home town to the party and one of the guys was still a virgin. I asked how old he was and he told me he was 23. I was intrigued. Bill told me he had let this virgin guy believe he'd get his cherry popped if he brought a case of beer to the party. "So I guess I'm his cherry popper," I asked. Bill shook his head yes and just smiled. "I'll do it but I need to be drunk," I told him. Bill agreed so we went to the party where Bill started feeding me alcohol.

When the three newbies walked in I just about fainted. One of the guys was someone I'd had a crush on back in high school. His name was Adam and he was two years ahead of me in school. I had fantasized about him from the time I was in junior high. He was six feet tall, with auburn hair and a thin masculine build. He had that nice thin "T" frame that the girls all liked. When I saw him I realized I still had a crush on him. Back in high school I'd flirt with him but he wouldn't give me the time of day. It was clear I wasn't what he wanted. Unfortunately his buddy was the virgin. Mr. Virgin was a little chunky but wasn't bad looking either, but he didn't get to me like Adam did. At first I didn't believe he was a virgin but after talking with him it was clear he didn't know how to talk to girls.

I was a bit embarrassed because everyone at the party had been talking about me taking this guy's cherry so I'm sure Adam also knew what was to happen. When the time came to take Mr. Virgin upstairs I told Bill I wanted to kiss every guy there, before I did the deed. Part of my strategy was to get to kiss Adam. As each guy came into the kitchen to kiss me I'd give them a quick kiss and go to the next one. When I came to Adam, I kissed him slow and soft then gave him just a little tongue, trying to enjoy him as long as I could. He kissed me back the same way and the entire room let out a cheer as we kissed. When we were through I stepped back to admire him but he turned away and walked into the living room. I saw him put his arm around a tall thin brunette as he entered the other room. I decided he still wasn't into me so I led the virgin guy upstairs to give him something he'd never had.

When we entered the bedroom I turned on only a small table lamp and told him I was going to undress first. I slowly stripped down naked as he watched me. I could see the bulge in his pants growing as I stepped out of my panties and stood before him with nothing on. Then I unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. I ran my hand down over his chest until I came to his belt. I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. Then I slid them down and helped him step out of them. I pulled down his underwear exposing his hard virgin cock. I knelt down and slowly started to suck on it. The poor guy only lasted a minute then came in my mouth. I swallowed his cum then asked him to lie on the bed. I started to play with his cock so he'd get another erection which didn't take long. After he was really hard again I straddled him and lowered myself onto his manhood. I watched his face as I began to move back and forth and up and down. Since he had just cum minutes before, he lasted long enough for me to have a small orgasm, then he shot his load into me. I laid down on top of him keeping his member buried within me. I kissed him a couple times then slid down so my face was at his cock. I lowered my face and opened my mouth to suck on him again. He was still limp as I began to manipulate and pull his cock with my lips. It took a little time but he rose to the occasion. Once he was hard again I got on all fours and told him to enter me from behind. He went behind me as I arched my back exposing my pussy to him. He slid into me and began pumping. I was pretty turned on and had another small orgasm again just before he unloaded in me. At the time it was a fun experience but remembering it now I can say it was not really sexually satisfying.

I needed a more experienced guy to satisfy me so I decided we were finished and suggested we get dressed and go back downstairs. I don't think we were upstairs more than 30 minutes. As we came down the stairs the group let out another cheer. Everyone was laughing and I scanned the room as my fans kept cheering, but as I laughed my eyes met with Adam's and suddenly I felt like I had done something wrong. He was laughing and cheering too but when our eyes met he turned away from me. My feelings for him came rushing back and I wasn't sure this was how I wanted him to see me. I stopped laughing and went into the kitchen to get a beer hoping to drown out the knot in my stomach.

Over the next several weeks Adam and his friends came to our parties on a regular basis. Mr. ex-virgin hit on me a couple times but I hooked him up with one of my friends so he would know I didn't want to repeat our performance. I tried talking with Adam on a number of occasions but wasn't getting anywhere. He was friendly but it seemed like he didn't want to have anything to do with me. Problem is, the more I saw him the more my crush on him grew. On one occasion I even asked him if he wanted to sleep with me. He told me that wasn't a good idea and got up then left with his brunette friend. I decided ‘we' just weren't supposed to be so I hooked up with Bill when I could and left by myself when he was already taken.

One Sunday Adam stopped by the grocery store to pick up cereal and went through my checkout. I was the giggling little school girl and couldn't get two words out of my mouth that made sense. I'm sure he thought I was crazy. Later, Mary, the girl in the next checkout line, recognized how stupid I got when he went through my line and asked if I had ever gone out with him. I told her I never got the chance but would really like to. She asked me what I'd do for a date with him. I laughed and asked what she meant. Turns out she lived next door to Adam and said she'd put in a good word for me.

The next day I asked her if she had talked with Adam but she kind of ignored me. I waited until the shift was over then corned her to ask again. She looked really serious then told me what he said. He told her, Angie has enough guys and he didn't want to be one more notch on her belt. I was stunned and heart broken at the same time. In essence he wouldn't go out with me because of my reputation. I laughed at her and left, but inside I was torn apart. The guy I could really fall in love with wouldn't have me because of all the other guys I'd had. When I got home I cried myself to sleep. For the next few days I went to work and came home and didn't see anyone except mom and dad. I'm sure they knew something was up but didn't say anything.

When Saturday came, I decided to go to the party and just have fun. When I arrived Adam was already there. After a few drinks I got my courage up and cornered him in the kitchen. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, then asked, "how come you won't go out with me?" "You're not my type," he answered, then pushed away from me and went into the living room. After about thirty minutes and a few more drinks I went to the living room and sat down beside him. "Can we be friends?" I asked him. He smiled and said, "sure why not". Although I was drunk I still understood another brush off so I just got up and went off to find someone else to be with.

Over the next couple weeks I went to the parties and each time tried to get Adam to talk, but he just kept avoiding me or ignoring me, whichever was convenient. I saw him talking to the other girls, and a couple times he left with this one tall thin brunette. She was always hanging onto him and would often get him to leave early. After a while I gave up and decided my prince charming would never be mine. So I'd find a frog and screw his brains out. Problem was, my crush on Adam just kept growing. Even when I was with someone else, I'd be thinking about Adam.

In late July my world got turned upside down. I was driving home from the party on Saturday night and went through a stop sign. My car was broad sided by a big truck. All I remember were the headlights, and of all things the bolts on the bumper as it came crashing into the driver side door. My car was torn apart and they had to cut me from the wreckage. Later they told me I was lucky to be alive, but life would never be the same. Both my legs were severed just below the knee. I woke up several days later in the hospital. I had broken ribs, a broken arm, lots of cuts and ... only half my legs.

For a few days the doctors and my family didn't tell me I'd lost part of my legs and they kept me drugged up to keep the pain down. I remember several trips to the operating room and I remember not understanding why they kept taking me back into that room. Eventually the medicine wore off and my mom and dad stood by the bed as my doctor told me about my legs. I cried and screamed and couldn't believe what they were saying but then the doctor removed the sheets and showed me. I guess I knew something was wrong before that because I couldn't move my legs very much. I was devastated. I'm sure I went through all the stages most amputees go through ... anger, not my fault, fear, then finally acceptance. My friends came to visit for the first couple weeks then slowly no one came except mom and dad and sometimes Mary. Even Bill, my "regular" sex partner stopped coming after he showed up one day with another girl clinging to his arm. I wasn't in love with him but it still kind of hurt.

After about four weeks and several more operations I began to move my legs again which was a relief. They told me I didn't have any spinal injuries and eventually I'd be able to move my legs as I had before the accident. But of course my life would now be different because of my amputations. I remember crying often and my mom would try to consol me but she would cry too, which just made things worse.

After two months in the hospital they moved me to a rehabilitation center so I could learn to use a wheel chair and begin the process of functioning without my feet. Most of my other injuries had healed and the cast had been removed from my arm. None of my friends ever came to see me in the rehab center, except Mary the girl from the grocery store. I was alone most of the time.

One Saturday evening after my parents went home, I was sitting in my bed reading a book when I heard a voice say, "Hey little girl, I hear you like milk shakes." I looked up and there was Adam. My heart jumped and for the first time in weeks I felt excited to see someone. He told me his uncle was in rehab too and was visiting him. He heard I was there and decided to see if I was taking visitors. He had two milk shakes and again asked if I liked milk shakes. "Of course," I said, "doesn't everybody." He laughed and handed one of the shakes to me. He sat down and we talked for the next hour about the accident, how I was doing, and what he'd been doing, the weather, you name it we talked about it. Even a little bit about sex. He left around 8:30 and promised he'd be back again.

He came back the next evening while mom, dad and Mary were still there, again with a milk shake for me. When he came in I'm sure my face lit up and again my heart jumped at seeing him. He had to leave before mom and dad left, and mom commented that he must be someone special by the way I responded to him. I laughed and told them I'd had a crush on him since junior high. We all laughed and joked about it. But in my mind I kept thinking he'd kept his promise of coming back. Over the next few weeks he came to see me every day. Sometimes he'd be there in the morning and sometimes he'd show up in the evening but he'd always have a milk shake for me. One of my doctors commented that since Adam had been coming to visit, my spirits were up and I was making faster progress than he'd seen in the past.

Even though I knew Adam would never be my guy, somehow as the weeks passed, we got to be close friends. We shared a lot of personal thoughts and ideas as we'd talk each day, and it felt like we were becoming best buddies. His visits became the bright spot in my days.

I was healing both physically and emotionally and as I did, some of my old feelings came back, especially the ones that were about sex. I was getting more horny every day. I knew I couldn't really have sex in the rehab center so I began masturbating after everyone left in the evening. It wasn't like having a guy between my legs but I was able to use some of the things I found in the room to help get me where I wanted to go. They always dressed me in these loose pajamas, so under the sheets, I'd push the bottoms down below my butt and finger myself or use something I'd found in the room to get myself off.

One cold evening in November, I heard one of the night shift nurses tell mom that Adam's uncle had been discharged that day. I suppose I knew it was coming and in my mind thought Adam wouldn't come to see me anymore. I had really enjoyed our talks and thought we had become good friends, but I had to understand if he didn't come back.

The next day mom and dad showed up in the morning because they had a business function to attend in the evening. After they left I occupied my time reading and watching the TV, As the evening dragged on Adam didn't come to visit. I was disappointed but tried to understand. I decided I'd play around on my laptop to occupy my time. I ended up on some porn site and got myself turned on again. I pushed my pajama bottoms down and began fingering my pussy then moved my fingers to my clit. Just as I was about to have my first orgasm I closed my eyes for what I thought was only an instant thinking I was about to cum. Suddenly I heard, "does that feel good?" My eyes snapped open and there was Adam watching me masturbate under the sheets. "Oh my word, I'm so embarrassed," I told him. He chuckled and asked if I was finished. Of course I told him yes but I could see he didn't believe me, so he asked again but this time more directly. "Did you have an orgasm?" I told him "No, I didn't quite get there."

He came over and sat down on the bed. He reached his hand under the sheets and found my naked pussy. I tensed up as he touched my private area but didn't protest. He said "let me finish what you started." I couldn't say no and just looked up at him with a smile on my face. He inserted his finger and moved it around for a little while then moved it up to my clit and began to rub my little bud. I hadn't had anyone touch me for months, and the fact that it was Adam masturbating me drove me over the edge in no time. I gripped the edge of the bed as he worked his magic in me. When I got close I closed my legs around his hand and arched my back as my orgasm hit me. As the feeling subsided, I slowly relaxed and settled back down as Adam withdrew his hand.

He got up and sat down in the chair beside the bed. As he did he said, "Soon you'll be out of here and your boyfriends will be doing that for you." To me he was saying he wouldn't be there after I got out of rehab. I sat up and looked down into my lap. I tried not to cry but I could feel the tears coming. I told him, "No... no they won't. I can't go back to that life. You made it pretty clear I can't have you but I want to find someone like you. Someone who will love me, but also be my friend. Someone who will help me create a new life. Someone who will have sex with me because they love me. I want a real relationship with someone I can love. I can't go back to the way I was." I could feel my tears trickling down my cheek and tried the best I could not to break down. My emotions were taking control.

Adam started to get up and I thought he was going to leave. Instead he came over and sat on the edge of the bed, then he brushed my hair away from my face and softly kissed me. He pulled away after a few seconds than kissed me again. This kiss was longer and when he was finished he pulled away a few inches and said, "If that's really what you want I'd like to be that someone for you." His comment took me completely by surprise. "Are you sure," I said as I looked up into his eyes. "I'm positive," he answered and bent down to kiss me again. As he was kissing me my emotions came rushing out and I started to cry. I hugged him and held on as tight as I could. I couldn't believe what he'd just said and didn't want that moment to end. I must have been crying pretty loudly because the nurse came in and asked if everything was okay. I looked at her and told her, "things couldn't be any better," then looked back at Adam. He smiled and began caressing my face. Through my tears I asked, "I thought you didn't want me, I thought you were only coming here because your uncle was here." He answered, "I always thought you were cute. I just didn't want to be one more guy on a list. I wanted all of you, not just your body. Over the past several weeks I got to know you and we've become pretty close. I started thinking about you after I'd leave and realized I was falling for you. Funny how things work out." I pulled him close again and hugged him as hard as I could.

After I settled down we talked for about an hour. I told him I'd had a crush on him since junior high and still had that crush. He laughed and then he kissed me again, this time using his tongue to probe my lips and mouth. I responded with the same tongue action. I was so elated that I felt like I was floating on a cloud as I held him close to me.

As we kissed and I clung to him, he slid his hand under the sheets and I felt him move his hand across my stomach and down toward my pussy. He pushed my pajama bottoms down and I bent my knees so he could slide the pajamas off my legs. He moved his hand back up to my private area and I opened my legs to give him full access to me. I pulled my face away slightly then closed my eyes as he began to push his finger inside me. I laid back on the bed and just enjoyed his touch. He moved his finger in a circled for a little while then started to rub my clitoris again. He was slow and deliberate as he manipulated my little bud. He'd pull on it then massage it as I was moving my hips up and down trying to stay in sync with his movement. As I got closer to my orgasm I grabbed hold of his shoulders and pulled myself against him, wanting to feel his body close to mine. Slowly I could feel the tension building until he again brought me to orgasm. We were holding on to each other as he played with me and I trembled from the pleasure he was giving me.

When I finally relaxed he let me lay back on the pillow then softly kissed me. I didn't want this to end so I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. He moved his hand from my vagina up my stomach then under my top to my breasts. He massaged them for a few minutes then opened my pajama top so he could look at them. He lowered his head to my left tit and began kissing and sucking on it, then leaned over and did the same to my right one. It didn't take long before I was turned on again. He must have known I was ready again because he slid his hand back down to my pussy and went directly to my clit. He kept pushing and moving his finger on my bud until I felt another orgasm coming. He pulled his lips away from my tits and kissed me as the pulsations began to hit me again. I was trembling all over and my breathing was heavy and erratic as he slowly rubbed my pussy and I came again. I was panting and out of breath so I relaxed my hold from around his neck and started to recover from my amazing orgasms. I looked at him and asked, "What about you." He told me, "We'll figure out something for next time, but right now I just want this to be about you. Besides the nurse may come back in here if they hear you moaning too loud." I laughed and gave him a hug. I couldn't believe what was happening. I kept thinking I must be dreaming. The way he held me and the way he touched me was so gentle and loving that I couldn't get enough of him. I didn't want him to leave and kept asking him to stay a little longer when he'd get up to leave. Eventually the nurse came in and asked if he was staying the night, because they were getting ready to lock the doors. We kissed again and he told me he'd be back tomorrow.

I don't think I slept that entire night as my mind kept going back over what had happened. I hadn't been this happy for months and somehow I knew that now, everything would be okay. The next day was Saturday and mom and dad showed up around 9:00 am. I guess I was in a particularly good mood and mom noticed and ask why I was so happy. I told her what had happened, minus the sex stuff of course, and asked her if she approved of Adam. She smiled and said he was perfect for me.

The nurses and Doctors came in a little later and told us it was time to move me to the next step, which was a different kind of room. They placed me in my wheel chair and moved me to a nice room similar to a motel where I had a regular bed, a couch, a couple chairs and a normal bathroom. The intent was for me to learn how to do things on my own until I got my prosthetics. Of course, me being the worrying kind my first thought was how was Adam going to find me. Mom told me not to worry, she would call him so he'd know where I was. When we arrived in my new digs, the nurses placed me in one of the chairs, but I asked if I could sit on the couch, so they picked me up and moved me to the couch. I wanted Adam to sit next to me when he arrived and he wouldn't be able to do that if I was on the chair.

Mom, dad and I talked most of the morning and into the afternoon until they took me to the therapy room. Therapy was very strenuous that day and when I came back to the room they placed me in the bed because I was completely exhausted. I went to sleep almost immediately and didn't wake up until around 8:30 that evening. Mom and dad had gone home but Adam was sitting in the chair working on his laptop. When he realized I was getting awake, he got up, came over to the bed and gave me a kiss. "Hi there cutie," he said, "Did you have a nice nap". "I guess I did," I answered. He asked if I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since lunch so he went to the cafeteria to see if there was anything to eat there. He came back a while later with a hamburger, some fries and of course, a milk shake. I ate my dinner as we talked and occasionally kissed.

Once I finished my burger and fries, we talked for a while then the nurse came in to give me some medication. I had come up with an idea so I slipped her a note. After she left the room I asked Adam to move me to the couch. He picked me up and put me down on the couch. I teased him about being my superman as he placed me on the couch. He sat down beside me, gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. After a few minutes of small talk I leaned over and kissed him...softly at first, then harder, then I started using my tongue. It didn't take long for him to respond. We were making out with some very heavy petting and stroking. I stopped kissing him for a minute, pulled away and unbuttoned my top, then took it off. Then I reached down and took off my pajama bottoms. I was now naked on the couch with the guy I'd had a crush on since junior high. You can't imagine how that felt. Adam laughed and asked what will happen when the nurse comes in. I told him I had made an arrangement with the nurses earlier and we had an agreement to give us some privacy. "So what do you have in mind," he asked. " I want to make love to you. Can I get you to take off your clothes," I asked him. At first he was a little apprehensive but finally agreed then stood up and took off everything he was wearing. While he was standing, I scooted over and lay down on the couch, trying to look as sexy as I could. "I want to do it missionary so I can feel your body against mine," I told him. He smiled then lay down beside me and we started kissing. He used his fingers in me while I started stroking him. I was so turned on I thought I'd cum before he entered me. He moved himself on top of me and I reached down and placed his manhood at the entrance to my pussy. He was quite thick so I moved it around a little to get some lubrication on my pussy lips then asked him to slowly lower himself into me. As the head of his penis entered me I felt my vagina stretching because I hadn't had intercourse in a long while. I brought my knees up so I could take him as deep as I could. He began moving in and out as I moved my hips to his rhythm. Oh, he felt so good inside me. I'm not sure if it was all physical or part emotion but I loved the way he felt in me, and I loved the feeling of his body touching mine. He was moving his hands over me as we made love then raised himself up on his arms to change position. He would go really deep into me then pull almost all the way out of me making full use of his manhood. I was pushing back against him by raising my hips as he was going in and out. I watched his cock go in and out of me for a while then looked up into his eyes. He smiled then bent down and kissed me. As he was kissing me he started rotating his hips and grinding against my clit. I felt my body start to tense up and I began to shake as my orgasm took over and exploded in me. My body tensed up so tight I thought I couldn't breath. As I relaxed Adam reached his orgasm and I felt him cum in me. He lowered himself down on top of me and kissed me ever so softy. He raised up slightly and looked into my eyes. "Angie, I'm in love with you," he told me. "I love you too," I said then pulled myself closer to him. My emotions were running very high and could feel the tears coming. I tried to hold them back but I couldn't do it. Adam knew me well and stroked my cheek then softly kissed me. He held me close as I cried happy tears. I felt like my prince charming had come to my rescue. After my tears stopped, Adam pulled out of me, then laid down beside me on the couch and caressed my face. "You okay little girl," he whispered. "I am now," I told him as we held each other. He couldn't know how good I felt.

As the weeks passed we'd make love when we could but most of our sexual contact was limited to him using his fingers in me. It seemed like sex to Adam was about me enjoying it more than he did. He liked playing with me and pleasing me sexually.

Everyday we'd talk for hours until he had to leave for an appointment or they wanted to lock the doors. I was so in love with Adam that it was almost like a dream. He started arriving when he knew I was in therapy so he could be there to encourage me and help me when it was too much to take. He was that friend I needed to help me get through my therapy and my lover at the end of the day.

After a few months in rehab the doctors decided to send me home until my prosthetics were ready and my legs were ready to accept them. The day came when it was time for me to leave and of course Adam and my parents were there. I was a little apprehensive because my parents had a two story house with no bedrooms on the first floor. I was a little afraid of the stairs and was concerned about how I'd get up and down those stairs. But at least I was going home and could start my life again and Adam was there for me.

As Adam pushed my wheel chair out the front door many of the nurses were there to see me off and say goodbye. My parents were at my side as was Mary. As we approached the street Adam stopped pushing the wheel chair and said I needed to tell him where to take me. I didn't understand and asked, "what do you mean...We need to take me home." Adam came around in front of the wheel chair, knelt down and said, "I think you should come home with me." I didn't know what to say. Then he pulled out a small case. He opened it and inside was a diamond ring. He touched my face with his other hand, kissed me then asked "Angie, will you marry me?" He took me totally by surprise and at first I didn't say anything. Then I came to my senses, leaned forward and hugged him and with tears streaming down my face I cried, "yes, yes of course I will, I love you." Of course everyone cheered and applauded as I accepted his proposal. I realized he had set this up and everyone knew what he was going to do. My mom was crying, I was crying, Mary was crying and half the nurses were crying. Adam then picked me up in his arms and kissed me, then placed me in the front seat of his car. I was still crying and holding on to him as tightly as I could.

I can't tell you what it felt like that day. My world had gone black in a short period of time and Adam changed it back to roses. We've been married for five years and he's still my prince charming and hero. Sometimes a tragedy can become happiness if the right person loves you. Someday I'll tell you about our honeymoon.