I turned 18 the January of my senior year of high school and found that my focus was still on getting in to college and not so much into girls. Sure I liked them, and I liked looking at them, I even liked sneaking porn or magazines when I could; however, my attention beyond that was totally on education, sports, and getting in to college.
That all changed in May of my senior year. I was playing intramural flag football and during a game I took a smack to the head by another player's knee and it split my head and blood started to gush. I was escorted by some classmates to the school nurse and she had me sit down and she applied a pressure bandage to my head. She said I needed stitches so she called my home and in about thirty minutes my step mom, Allison, showed up to take me to the doctor for stitches and medication. She was ten years older than me at the time and while she wasn't the hottest woman out there she had ample breasts, a nice ass, and a decent figure. She was about 5'4" and probably around 140 or so, so not bad.
So she took me to the doctor and he applied five stitches and three staples, yep, I did a doozy on this one. He also prescribed some pain medications as the blood loss and impact caused a major headache. We left the office and headed home, I had blood dried on my shirt and parts of my neck still.
Once we got home I told Allison that I was tired and wanted to lay down but she said I needed to wash off the blood, get out of the now dirty tee shirt, and get the blood out of my hair. I headed to the bathroom and started the water and got undressed. As I got into the shower the warm water felt good and I started to try and wash the blood from my hair. I guess between being tired, having the meds, and the loss of blood I was a bit dizzy (found out later I actually had a concussion as well but back then they didn't really focus on that much). Being dizzy I slipped a bit and banged into the wall of the shower. Must have been a loud bang because Allison came into the bathroom asking if I was okay. I told her that I was but I had a hard time standing and I still had blood in my hair.
She said that she would stay in case I needed help and I tried to wash my hair again but when I closed my eyes I felt dizzy again and stopped. I told her that I was dizzy and she opened the curtain. She was wearing a terry cloth one piece that was a pair of shorts with a halter top connected to it and a string around her neck to hold the top up. As she looked at me she said I looked like a mess and that she'd help me with my hair and getting cleaned up.
Being that I was tired and all I agreed. I didn't want to keep smelling like blood and really wanted to get some sleep. I put my hands on the wall of the shower facing the faucet and Allison reached in from my left and started to massage my scalp, gingerly dancing around the wound. She assisted in rinsing my hair and I kept looking down at the faucet as she washed my hair and rinsed it. Grabbing the washcloth she started to soap it up and then started to wash the blood from my left shoulder and neck area. It felt good to be washed and I started to relax but focused on keeping my balance.
