Stay where you are

You are tempted to get out of there as quickly as possible, but you quickly realize that it would be an exercise in futility. You feel week — whether from the ordeal, or medication, or something else.

You lay in bed, trying to decide what you should do, when the girl identified as “Zack” steps back into the room. She looks behind her into the hallway before entering the room and closing the door behind her.

You look at her as she pulls up a chair next to your bed. You know this is all craziness, because not only is the real Zack a guy, but you know you don’t have a girlfriend, and if you had a girlfriend as hot as this one, there’s no way you would have forgotten about it.

She sits and takes your hand in hers. Even though you have no idea who she is, you don’t resist her offer of physical contact.

“I’ll let them talk out there,” she says, motioning with her head toward the door. “I just wanted to be with you.” She looks at you with tender concern. “How are you feeling?”

You study her carefully. She seems genuine in her concern for you.

“I’m not sure,” you say, truthfully. “I just want to get out of here.”

“I know,” she says. “I’m sure it will be soon. Justin, I can’t tell you how worried I’ve been about you. I blame myself for your accident.”

“You do?”

She nods, sadly. “If I hadn’t insisted on .... you know.... Well, you wouldn’t have been driving so late, and maybe the accident wouldn’t have happened.”

“If you hadn’t insisted on...? What?”

She looks at you with concern and then giggles. “Oh, you and your jokes! Like you could forget! What is it we always seem to end up doing when we are together?” One of her hands remains on yours, but the other hand reaches under your blanket and finds your thigh, just below the bottom of your hospital gown.

“In fact, if I wasn’t afraid of someone walking in on us, I’d be on top of you right now, and I’d be showing you just how happy I am that you are awake!”

Her hand moves up your thigh, under your hospital gown, and comes to rest on your crotch. It’s only then that you realize that you do not have any underwear on under the flimsy hospital attire. Having a girl this hot — heck, having anyone, hot or not, girl or not — touching your crotch would have sent jolts through you, but feeling skin against your bare penis was almost enough to make you cum on the spot.

Zack feels your penis respond to her touch, and she smiles. She strokes it softly as she says, “And it isn’t as if we hadn’t been fucking like rabbits all weekend anyway, but you’re just so hot, and you know my body so well, that I just had to have you one more time. When I got the word that you drove off the road on the way home, I was just mad with guilt!”

Her expression of guilt does not hinder her hands ability to stroke you into full erection. You keep looking toward the door, wondering if someone is going to walk in.

A monitor above your head begins to beep with a relentless, annoying alarm. Zack looks up at the monitor and grins wickedly, before releasing your cock and withdrawing her hand from under the blanket.

“Sorry about that.... If anyone is monitoring your heart rate from the nurse’s station, they are going to think you are having a heart attack right now. I guess I shouldn’t tease you like that until you’re able to handle it, huh?”

You just nod, blankly. This day could not possibly get any weirder.

She stands and plants a kiss on your lips. “Just hurry up and get out of here. I’ve got lots of plans for you!” She kisses you again, pressing her tongue past your lips and playing with yours. She gives your crotch another rub through the blankets, and you wonder if she is going to stroke you to fulfillment this time, when the door opens and Dr. Burbank sticks his head in the room.

“Zack, would you come out here for a moment? There’s something the doctor wants you to hear, as well.”

Zack gives you a regretful look before saying, “I’ll be back.” With that, she leaves the room.