First Aid!

NO~!

She wouldn't let this happen! Her whole week had almost been ruined by the asshole the other day, but she couldn't let that negativity consume her. She rolled the man over and desperately tried to remember what little she knew of first aid. Her panicked sweats ran down her shoulders and off her heaving chest, as the howling wind blew through her lakeside camp in an ominous manner. Her nipples, already hard from the uncaring forest's attentions, were now achingly rigid and Vanessa tried to ignore them for the moment.

"Oh, why didn't pay more attention in health class, DAMMIT" Vanessa mewled. Scattered memories of those unpleasant classroom days were bad enough to recall with all the jealous girls and lusty boys she had to deal with, but she'd always reassured herself that whatever happened she HAD been a good student. But apparently Vanessa wasn't all that good a student if she couldn't remember anything that could help her in this situation. The wind howled again and she shivered, still naked under an uncaring sky. The sun had left it's apogee and would set all too soon.

His breathing was shortening. She rested his heavy head on her plump thighs and tried to talk to him. Tried to call him up from whatever darkness she'd sent him into, when she noticed how wet his head was. To her growing horror, she realized it wasn't sweat or mud...but blood.

In truth it was only a small trickle, but to poor naked Vanessa he might as well be gushing sanguine. She couldn't help but cry, small tears running down her face and dropping atop her victim's face. A shame he wasn't awake, the poor man would've have a face full of two gorgeous and huge breasts both resting mere centimeters from his face. But the wind was still rushing through the camp and the afternoon was more than half over, when-