A word about the series, unrequited love had always been one my favorite subjects. I guess that is because it appeals to both the romantic and compassionate parts of my personality. I really hate the idea of two people would suffer needlessly with happiness and fulfillment so close to them.
The plot of each story attempts to place the central characters in a situation that will allow them to discover their true emotions and fulfill their desires.
The primary mechanism I use to accomplish this is "Accidental Sex", something I am sure is quite rare.
Sometimes the "Accidental Sex" resulted while the characters were engaged in some physical activity together, neither of them started out with the intention of being intimate with the other.
Other times I have used another set of characters, which I have come to affectionately think of as the "Matcher Maker Bandits".
In these stories, it is necessary to have the main characters restrained in some manner by the "Matchmaker Bandits". I use this simply as a plot mechanism to place lovers into a situation where they are allowed to express their true desires and feelings.
In all the stories of this series, sexual intimacy between the lovers begins as the unintended result of either some physical action by one or both of them sometimes with the aid of neutral external force acting upon them, such as a bumpy truck in motion.
In none of my stories are the main characters forced to have sex. They decide to have sex!
With that in mind, please enjoy this the first installment in the Accidents Will Happen Series.
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Accidents Will Happen, Sweet Revenge"
"Please Baby, Fuck Me Now!" I couldn't believe she had just said that to me. Hell, I still have trouble believing that Kelly, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and childhood friend, was lying naked on my bed when she said it. But wait, I am getting ahead of myself.
You see it all started last Friday when our bosses had thrown us one of those few bones that the Corporate Demi-Gods in their infinite charity bestow once in a while upon their lowly minions. They had decided to be magnanimous and let us off two hours early for the upcoming Christmas Holidays.
While she drove us home gave me the "Good News".
Home for us is a house I had inherited from my grandmother. I was sharing the house with Kelly, her low-life boyfriend Billy and my now ex-girlfriend Sherry.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you Jim", that's me by the way, "Billy proposed to me last night and I have decided to accept." "I am going to tell him so when we get home and make it my own special Christmas present to him."
Great, this was going to be some vacation! Last week Sherry informed me, quite unexpectedly, that things were not working out between us; and now, not only was I going to be helping her move her stuff into the spare bedroom, having decided not to kick her out but to take pity on her as she was a college student with just a part time fast food job, but Billy was going to be gloating over his conquest of Kelly until they were married.
Oh, did I mention that I really dislike Billy? I had always had a feeling that he was sleeping around on her and I think he suspected it. But that's O.K., because the feeling is mutual and he makes no attempt to hide it.
Thinking of the joy I was looking forward to over Christmas Vacation, I considered whether it was less painful to jump out of the car and into the path of the oncoming bus in the other lane or just call in a bomb threat to the local Post Office so I could spend some quality time at Guantanamo Bay. Guantanamo Bay was, after all, away from home and all the holiday joy. I decided that the way my luck was going all I would probably be likely to do is break a leg, send up my insurance rates and incur a lot of co pays.
It occurred to me that perhaps I should have used that pirated copy of Rosetta Stone I downloaded from the torrent networks to learn Farsi instead of Japanese if I were going to try and pass myself off as a terrorist and use Guantanamo Bay as my vacation spot. I decided, somewhat hesitatingly, to stay in the car.
I was wondering if we still had any rat poison in the house and whether I should use it on Billy or myself, when we pulled in the garage. I noticed that Billy's Harley was already parked there and this seemed a bit odd, but I discounted it as, after all, we had gotten off early from work ourselves hadn't we?
Kelly, upon seeing his bike, said to me all bubblely and gleefully... "Cool, He must have gotten off early too." "This is going to be a great vacation!"
"Hum, maybe I could learn enough Farsi to..." I thought and began to reconsider my options once again.
Kelly unlocked the door to the kitchen and walked into the house with me trailing not far behind her.
The first thing we both noticed were the unmistakably loud sounds of a man and a woman having very vocal if not passionate sex coming from the living room.
As Kelly and I walked into the living room, I braced myself for what I was sure was going to be a most ugly scene only to find that the erotic symphony was emanating from the stereo attached to my large screen TV. It was obvious now that someone was playing a DVD that surely was in violation of every prudish state's pornography law; this I knew for sure as I had seen it many times before.
Kelly looked at me with a somewhat embarrassed expression on her face as she picked up my multimedia system remote, "Billy must have been watching one of his porn DVD's." and then pressed the power button everything off.
We both stood there in shock; for, as we had expected all the sounds of carnal delights to cease they did not! Emanating from the direction of Kelly and Billy's bedroom over what sounded like Dueling Banjos from the soundtrack of the movie Deliverance was the sound of bedsprings, bodies slapping together and the unmistakable voice of Billy saying "Baby make the pig noise for me again; it really turns me on!"
It was followed by a somewhat familiar female voice saying "Weeee, Snort, Snort, Snort, pound my ass farmer boy!"
I didn't know whether to laugh aloud or grab Kelly and my laptop and drive as fast as I could to the nearest Starbucks so I could use their wireless hotspot to search eBay for a Buy-It-Now price for a couple of chastity belts for Kelly and myself. Instead I just stood there and turned to look over at Kelly only to find that she was already headed down the hall to their bedroom.
I followed her, all the while wishing I had not helped her buy the 9mm Beretta I knew she was caring for protection. She threw open the door just as I caught up to her and there was a scene that I can only describe as coming right from one of those 70's porn novels that had such titles as "The Farmers Daughter" and "Cousin's Barnyard Fun".
Upon the bed on all fours, complete with pigtails, cut-off denim shorts around one ankle and wearing a white and pink Pokka dot halter-top was my not so loving ex-girlfriend Sherry. Behind her wearing a pair of denim overalls with flap down in the front, a dirty white tee shirt and a straw hat was Kelly's soon to be ex-boyfriend Billy with his dick buried hilt deep in Sherry's ass. Yee-haw!
Well, to make a long story short: there was a lot of screaming and yelling from Kelly with words like "Bitch", "Whore" and "Slut" being tossed in about every sentence for the next several minutes. I decided that to avoid a catfight and Billy's homicide that both Sherry and Billy would stay at a hotel and pick up their stuff on the lawn the next day.