An Accident Ch 01

Mom and Dad were best friends. They were always together and everyone commented on how they were the perfect couple. Both of them caring and thoughtful. Both appreciative of the love the other gave in return. Late at night, as I lay quietly in my bedroom, I could hear them in their bedrooms laughing. Now that I am older and wiser, I realize they were probably making love. In my more innocent days I thought they were playing a game or watching a funny movie. It was calming and gave me a safe feeling.

Soon, that safe feeling would be gone forever. I can remember it as though it were yesterday. I wish I could erase that portion of my memory. I picked Mom up from work at the usual time of 5:15 pm. We did our usual "How was your day" kind of chatter. Mom was always upbeat. Even after a long day at work I would get a "happy to see you" smile from her along with a kiss on the cheek. The sad part is that those actions had become so routine I can't actually remember going through those motions that particular day, I only know we did because we always did.

I was driving down 5th Street, following the flow of traffic, when I glanced toward mom as she spoke. That's when I saw it. It was a black SUV that had just run a red light. The look of horror in the other driver's eyes will haunt me the rest of my life. Mom never saw it coming because she was looking at me. The last words she spoke were "Kathy? What's ...." She must have seen the look of disbelief on my face. There was a loud explosion as the cars collided. Glass flew everywhere. My head hit something and knocked me out temporarily. When I came to I was facing Mom. There was little doubt that she was dead. Except for my hand being pinned under me, I would have tried to stop the bleeding. My final memory of that life changing event was crying "Mommy....."

When I awoke I was lying in a hospital bed. Dad was standing above me, the color washed from his face, tears in his eyes. "Kathy, can you hear me?" I nodded in response. He leaned down and kissed my forehead wetting it with his tears. He began to cry. I never had to ask the question, his tears said it all. All I could say was "I'm sorry Daddy." I was still in shock. The fact that my heart had been crushed into a million pieces must have prevented me from shedding tears at that moment. What broke this surreal moment in my life was a nurse who came into the room.

"Ms Walker, the doctor has determined, after reviewing your x-rays, that you are alright to go home. You will have to wear this robe home since we had to throw your clothes away." she said in a very low voice. She didn't have to say it, but I knew they must have been covered in my Mother's blood.

"Mr. Walker please come with me so we can fill out some paperwork and I will give you instructions on what to watch for in caring for Kathy over the next few days."

We drove home in silence. Really there was nothing to say. Emotionally we were in our own little worlds trying to absorb, make sense of what had happened. After pulling into the garage Dad opened my door to help me out of the car. I was able to walk, but moved very slow. I'm sure I was still in a daze. I walked into my bedroom and watched Dad continue into his. I closed my door, disrobed and sat on my bed and stared straight ahead for what seemed like hours. Finally I got up went into my private bathroom and washed my face. Looking into the mirror, it was as though I could see right through myself. I couldn't make eye contact with myself. I brushed my teeth and put on a clean pair of white cotton panties and my pajama top. Since I was a small child, that was all I ever wore to bed. I knew I didn't want to be alone tonight. I looked out into the hallway and saw my Mom and Dad's bedroom door was open. I mean, I saw my Dad's bedroom door was open. Slowly I walked down the hall. The bedroom light was on and Dad was in bed asleep on Mom's side of the bed. His face in her pillow. I got in on Dad's side. I wished I could have laid my head on Mom's pillow too. Just to smell her scent. I knew Dad needed that more. It was still comforting when I put my head on his pillow.

The next morning when I woke up I was alone in bed. Every muscle in my body was sore. It was at that moment that the reality of what had happened enveloped me completely. I just starting sobbing, soaking Dad's pillow with my tears. After several minutes I heard a familiar voice.

"Kathy, how are you feeling?" It was my best friend Megan.

Megan is two years older than me. At the time of the accident I was 19 and she was 21. We had been friends since I was 13 and went to Bible Camp. She was a group leader and our personalities just clicked. We both love to tease the other and we have fun laughing and joking. As much at ourselves, as at each other. This was the first time one of us had to comfort the other in a tragic situation. She did a wonderful job.

"My Mommy's dead" I wailed. "And I killed her" I sobbed.

"Shhhhh, that's not true sweetie. Not true at all." she said as she moved toward the bed and sat down. She leaned over me to give me a friendly hug. I continued to cry. Tears rolling down my cheek. Megan held my head in her hands. Wiping the tears away with her thumbs, it was a gentle massage of my cheek bones. The feeling of love came over me and provided comfort.

"Where's Daddy?" I asked in a most pathetic little girl voice. "Does he hate me?"

With a slight chuckle, knowing this wasn't a laughing matter, but unable to help herself at the absurdity of my question, she leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. Not as lovers, but as friends. A means to calm me. "No sweetie, your Dad could never hate you. He knows it was an accident."

I closed my eyes enjoying the touch of Megan as she massaged my neck and shoulders. I fell asleep remembering my 18th birthday. A smile on my face..

The Birthday

"I'll be 18 next week, and then I'm legal and a woman," I teased Megan. Sticking out my tongue at her to emphasize the importance of my pending awaking.

"Well, I was wondering if you'd ever grow up," she shot back. Also sticking out her tongue and never to be outdone at our banter.

That week flew by and before I knew it, I was waking up from a restful night's sleep and I was 18. Legal. A woman. I got out of bed and stood in front of my full-length mirror. I looked at my bed-head of blonde hair and blinked at myself a few times mocking myself as if though I couldn't believe I was now that ever elusive 18 years old. Just then my cell phone buzzed.

"Happy Birthday chicky," Megan teased.

"Thanks! Now I'm legal and a woman." I said to her for the hundredth time.

"Nope, not yet." She said.

"What?" Not that I didn't hear her. I just didn't understand what she meant.

"Look on the top shelf in your closet. I put your birthday present in there yesterday when you went to get us popcorn."

I reached up and found a rectangle box wrapped in blue paper (my favorite color). I held the phone between my shoulder and ear as I unwrapped it.

"MEGAN! I can't believe you gave this to me." I said as I jumped up and closed my bedroom door. "What the fuck is this for?" Knowing full well what a vibrator was for. "I mean I know what it's for," I continued to stutter. "How..... What..... Why would you give something like this to me?"

"How many times have you told me that you would be a woman when you turned 18? I'm just saying you can't call yourself a woman until you can put that 9" vibrator all the way up your virgin pussy." She said in the most authoritative voice. "I just know that at 18 you have an itch that needs to be scratched and it can't be scratched with those skinny little fingers of yours regardless of how far you try to push them up your pussy."

I could do nothing but laugh... and blush even though I was alone in my room.

"I'll let you go Kathy. I'm sure just holding that thing has got you all wet and horny."

"Yea, I bet you know all about that," I retorted. Proud of myself that I managed to keep my quick wit, regardless of how lame it was in this instance.

I was wet. I held this large rubber cock-like object in my hands. I had never touched a cock before. Had never even seen a real one. I guess socially I was a little slow. I sat on my bed and turned it on. It started vibrating and sent chills up my spine. Gosh, I was getting goose bumps just holding the damn thing. I placed it on my pussy which was still covered by my panties. A gasp escaped my lips. How could anything so mechanical feel so good?

I lay back on my bed with new toy in hand. My mind drifted to Megan and her pussy, which I had never seen in person, but imagined many times. Yes, I often fantasized about Megan. We played, we teased and we flirted. I couldn't help but want more from her. She had to have known how I felt. She just never returned the feelings.

I felt my pussy lips begin to swell and lubricate. I got up and locked the door of my bedroom. The last thing I wanted was Mom or Dad walking in on my attempt to deflower myself. Knowing this gift came from Megan only made it that more erotic. She held this vibrator. Did she possibly use it on her own pussy, knowing I would eventually use it on mine? How many orgasms had she experienced with it?

Maybe it was new? Something she only held in her hands. Did she imagine it being deep inside my pussy? My mind continued to race as I rubbed the vibrator along the camel toe which now appeared through my panties. Would she have liked to use it on me, but was too shy? Maybe I should record myself so she could experience it with me in the privacy of her own room. Yes, that was it. I would pop my virginity and video it for Megan. At that thought my legs began to stiffen as I pulled them close to my chest. My stomach muscles tightened as an orgasm went though my body like a wave on a beach. Slowly my body calmed down and I thought, God, and I haven't even put it in myself yet.

"Kathy, it's time for breakfast birthday girl." Mom called from downstairs bringing me back to earth. All I could do is giggle knowing Megan was probably wondering what I was doing with her gift. The best gift I had ever received.

I slipped my new toy under my pillow. I pulled down my damp panties and used them to dry my sopping wet pussy. I wrapped the panties around my index finger and pushed it inside my pussy to get any remaining wetness. When I pulled it out I brought it to my nose and sniffed. I wondered if all girls smelled the same and if Megan's pussy smelled like mine. It smelled sweet, but pungent. I put on a new pair of panties. I chose a pink pair since it was my birthday, and matched my pajama top. Bouncing downstairs I turned the corner and collided with Daddy. He scooped me up like I was a little child and started singing Happy Birthday and playing my tummy like it was a kazoo. I started laughing. Suddenly he stopped humming. I could see him inhale. I know he smelled my pussy. His nose was just a few inches from it, and his lips on my tummy caused me to start lubricating again. Daddy moved his nose closer to my pussy and took a deep lingering breath. He put me down and said "I guess our little Kathy is becoming a woman." That was the last time Daddy picked me up like that.

Reality

I woke and it was dark. I was alone. What time was it? I wondered. I looked at the clock and it was 9:00. My mind was so mixed up. Did I just have a nightmare? No, I was in Dad's bed as I remembered being. I was hungry and very thirsty so I got up to go into the kitchen. As I opened the bedroom door the light hurt my eyes. I stood there letting them adjust. I could hear voices. It was Dad and Uncle Jim. I slowly walked down the stairs. Dad noticed me walking down the stairs and came running to meet me half-way. He gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear, "honey, we have company. Why don't you get dressed if you are going to come down here."

I didn't realize I was still in my sleeping panties. All I could say was "sorry Daddy."

"Shhhh, don't worry about that sweetie." Dad comforted me with another hug.

I meant I was sorry about Mommy, not the fact that I wasn't dressed. Gosh my mind and world no longer made any sense. I turned around and went up to my room, went to the bathroom and drank some water from the bathroom faucet. I laid down on my bed and fell back asleep.

The sun hurt my eyes as I tried to open them. I was laying on my bed covered with the bedspread which had been folded back to keep me warm without disturbing me. I felt as though I had wet my pants. When I pulled back the bedspread I realized my period had started overnight. "Oh GREAT!" I thought. There was blood everywhere. I didn't have the strength to deal with this. With a huge amount of effort I got up and went into the bathroom. I removed my panties and climbed into the shower. The water felt so good. I just sat down on the bottom of the shower and enjoyed the water splashing over me as I washed the menstrual blood from between my thighs and out of my blonde pussy hair. Even though I was tired, this was as much an emotional cleansing for me, as physical one. I began to sob uncontrollably.

After crying until there were no more tears, I stood up and picked up the bar of soap. By this time my body was wrinkled from being in the water so long, but I still needed to wash myself. I washed my hair and rinsed, got dressed for the day not forgetting to put on a pad. God certainly has a horrible sense of timing.

I looked at the clock and it was 6:30 am. I walked down the hallway and looked into Dad's room. He was snoring soundly. I went downstairs to get breakfast. After a few minutes Uncle Jim came out of the guestroom. There was idle chit chat that I don't even remember. All I remember is him saying "The funeral is at noon." I didn't even reply to his comment. I went back upstairs and climbed into my Daddy's bed for comfort. This time he was on his own side, so I got to put my nose into Mom's pillow. It was so soft. It smelled and felt so good. It was as though she were downstairs cooking breakfast. I snuggled up to Daddy and he woke up. No words were spoken as we held each other and both fell asleep.

Soon, everyone was saying their goodbyes. Dad and I were completely alone. We just roamed around the house both trying to act like we actually had something we were doing.

It was only 8 pm and Dad said, "I'm going to bed."

"Yea, me too" I replied.