I had just gotten out of a job interview wearing my last clean clothes when my day turned for the worse.
I was about to jog through a crosswalk when a car came whipping out of nowhere, drifting around the corner.
My life didn't flash before my eyes. I just stood there like a deer in the headlights while the car tried to brake but hit me anyway.
I felt my feet leave the ground and then a terrible pain. Like a sledgehammer nailing my legs. I felt the impact of my body hitting a car hood. My head hit the windshield.
After that, I don't remember a damn thing. I don't remember what the car looked like. I don't remember ever seeing the driver. I just remember my vision going dark.
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I came to God only knows when, and I was obviously in a hospital bed.
There was an IV in my arm and I was dizzy. But nothing hurt. The staff had me drugged to the nines.
I looked around, taking in the hospital suite. The only thing off about the room was the girl I'd never seen before fast asleep in the chair beside the bed.
I wanted to know who she was, but I didn't want to wake her up. She looked gorgeous and peaceful, slumped in the chair like that.
I lay awake by myself for a while—couple of hours maybe. Then the nurse making her rounds came to check on me.
"Hey, you're awake," she said, looking a little concerned. "Your friend was supposed to call for me as soon as you woke up."
"I didn't want to wake her up," I explained, the words coming out scratchy and hoarse. My voice was as soft as the nurse’s, so we didn’t wake my sleeping visitor. Whoever she was.
Did this person knew me somehow? I remembered the accident, but that was about it. I didn't have any real friends out here, or family.
So, who was this girl that claimed to be my friend? Was she the one who hit me?
"Well, how are you feeling, Mr. Fisher?" the nurse asked, checking my chart.
Mr. Fisher? Fisher isn't my name... or at least that doesn't sound right. I didn't remember my name!
"Nurse, what's wrong with me?" I whispered, not wanting to wake my new "friend" in the chair.
"Well, your legs are really banged up. Not broken, luckily. But they’re terribly bruised and tender. Your back could be better, and you took a nasty hit to your head," she explained like I was five. She took out a little flashlight and checked my eye responsiveness. "Hmm. You're a little slow to respond to stimuli. How is your head feeling?"
"I'm a little dizzy, but I figure that's the meds. And I don't remember my last name.”
"Your friend Ashley filled out your home address, name, and cell phone number, so we got that covered. I'm not surprised you're suffering from some memory loss." The nurse tsked. "But I'll let your doctor tell you about the big stuff tomorrow. You should get some rest. And thank your friend for bringing you in. She saved your life by calling that ambulance. She hasn't left your side in two and a half days."
Two and a half days! I couldn't believe it.
The nurse left and the sound of the closing door woke up my sleeping friend, Ashley. "Hey," I said flatly when I saw her eyelids flutter open.
"Oh, hey!" she said as she woke up, locking into the situation impressively fast. "How are you?" she asked with what I could only guess was a Boston accent.
"Drugged," I responded and she smiled. She was probably happy to see I had a sense of humor. "Who are you?" I asked, getting straight to the point. "I don't remember anything except the hood of a car. I don't even remember who I am."
I didn't miss how she swallowed deeply at my mentioning of the car.
"My name's Ashley, and you're right; you were hit by a car... by my car," she admitted.
Well, shit.
"I am so sorry. I can't apologize enough. I'm taking care of your medical bills. It's the least I can do," she told me, and I agreed.
If she was covering my medical bills without a fight, and not seeming too distraught about that process, she must have money.
"The nurse said you've been here the whole time and that you called the ambulance. Does anyone know that you're the one who hit me?"
This girl, Ashley, was quiet for a while. "No. No one but me and you," she said quietly. "If you want to press charges...."
"I'm thinking about it. Especially if I lose this job I was just leaving an interview for when you fucking hit me." I blinked after what I just said. I guess the knock to the head had completely removed my filter.
Ashley closed her eyes that were a soft hazel, almost gold. I could tell she was trying to control her breathing and stay calm. "All I can say is that I'm sorry, and I will give you everything you need. I fucked up. I fucked you up and I need to fix that."
"The bills for this are going to be huge. How the fuck are you going to afford this without being more broke than I am?" I asked with a morbid laugh. "And who the hell is going to help me while I recover? I'm completely alone out here.”
I didn’t mince words, and I laid it out how it was.
Ashley opened her eyes again and looked at me. "I can afford to foot the bills because I'm a pop star. My stage name is Lyra Daze. My real name is Ashley Carlisi. But I guess those names might not mean a lot to someone with amnesia. As to who will take care of you... I will. You don't even have an emergency contact. I put my name and number down for it. I lied about your address on your info. It’s my address. When they release you, I want you to come home with me, okay?"
Wheels started to work in my mind, and my head started to hurt. "Lyra Daze... that's a--you're a huge name or something, right?" I asked, digging my palms into my closed eyes.
"Yeah, I'm kind of a big act," she said with a warm smile. Girl was probably happy to see something still worked up there in my noggin.
I should have been cussing her out for nearly killing me. I should have been pissed and accusing her of trying to bribe me into not suing her. But her soft eyes were so genuine. And those smiling full lips, her cheeks and nose with cute freckles, were so kind. She seemed so honestly sad and hoping to be helpful.
"I'm not going anywhere for a while. I want to make sure you're okay. This is completely my fault. I’m trying to own that. Until you’re back on your feet, all projects can wait."
"Do I call you Ashley or Lyra?" I asked. Might as well use her preferred name if she was going to be around for a while. I wasn't going to chase away her help, not to mention her looks. She had a face and body for flashy pop music videos, that was for sure.
"Your pick." She shrugged. "My friends and family call me Ashley." She sat there, just looking at me. Neither of us knew what to do at that moment. "Can I get you anything? Is there anything I can do for you right now?" she asked earnestly. Ashley was serious about helping me. Making this up to me.
"I want you to go home and take a shower. Get some clean clothes. The nurse said you haven't left since we got here, and I think she meant it,” I said.
Ashley let out a little laugh. She admitted, drooping her shoulders, "A shower does sound good. I'll be back ASAP, though. Is that cool?" She sounded guilty for leaving at all.
"Yeah. You know where to find me,” I joked and she smiled again.
“You’re funny,” she told me softly and leaned over, brushing some stray hair off my forehead. “Pretty eyes, too.” The words were whispered with a soft, caring, and almost wistful smile on her fading red lips. “I’ll see you later,” she said, getting up and allowing her spell to break.
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Ashley wasn't gone long, as promised. About two hours.
"Hey," she said with a smile. “I thought you'd be asleep for sure."
I loved how casual and mildly spoken she was for a huge pop star.
"I've been sleeping for two and a half days," I chuckled. "And God do I feel gross, too." I laughed again. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous of you for being able to shower.”
Ashley frowned as she sat in her chair again, and I was afraid I had accidentally smacked her with a guilt bus.
"The nurse hasn't asked me to leave for her to bathe you. They probably wanted you to wake up first. Should I call a nurse to give you a bath? I'll leave to give you some privacy?"
I chewed my lip, thinking about how nice a bath really sounded. "I want to take a shower, and this room has one." I pulled the blanket back and saw that not only was I in a gown. Not a shocker. But the severe bruising was enough to make me stop moving completely. "Well, that sucks. I don't think I'm going to stand up any time soon."
I looked over at Ashley, and she looked so fucking sad. If my amnesia brain was correct, I thought I remembered her being some sort of badass boss bitch or some shit. Not quite Ruby Rose, but right then she looked like she might cry.
"I'm so sorry I did this to you." She broke down and hid her face in her hands as she sobbed.
I lay there, unable to really move, given that my legs looked like a three-year-old's coloring book.
"Ashley, can you do me a favor?" She looked up at me with tears still in her eyes. "Please stop crying. It's bumming me out." She laughed, wiped her eyes, and sniffled. "But seriously. Once you're good to go here, can we talk to a nurse about my bathing options?"
"Uh, yeah," she said, starting to compose herself. Once her eyes dried up, she looked ready to get me some help. She didn't bother with any real makeup, so she didn't look like a melting mess when she left to get the nurse.
I wasn’t sure how famous this girl was, but she was a big enough name for me to vaguely remember who she was. Bit odd my name was still missing info, though. But even in sweats and no makeup, she was prettier than anyone I had seen in person. She looked like the girl next door. Not music video hot. Given her clothing choice and lack of face, I assumed that she meant it when she said she wasn’t leaving my side for a while. This wasn’t a publicity stunt look.
"Hi. I understand that you're ready for a bath?" the nurse asked me, following Ashley back into the room. There were a bunch of sanitizing wipes and a plastic container in her hands. "We recommend you use these, as they are very low effort and they don't take a lot of moving from you. The directions are on the package. Your girlfriend or I can help you out if you need it."
I noticed that the nurse handing Ashley the cleaning supplies wasn't the one I saw earlier, so Ashley probably got away with saying she was my girlfriend instead of just a friend.
The nurse left and Ashley just stood there, looking adorably sheepish. "You told the nurse we're dating?" I asked with a chuckle.
"I figured it'd make them more forthcoming with me than if I was just a normal female friend." She shrugged. "Can you bathe yourself, or...." She bit her lip, and I took it to mean she would help, but didn't want to ask.
"If you don't mind, that'd be nice...." I didn't need help, but why would I turn down this chance for intimacy with her? I wouldn't have her at my every beck and call for long. Was I a son of a bitch for taking advantage of it? Yes. Yes, I was.
She just smiled and came over, setting the supplies on my lap. Ashley undid the nightgown and pulled it from my chest, letting it pool at my stomach.
I opened the wipes and handed one to her so she could wash my back while I washed my chest, arms, and belly. There was some stiffness and tenderness on my torso. My head and legs were the worst of it by far.
"Lie down. I'll do your legs," she offered and I obeyed. Ashley took my gown the rest of the way off, and I lay there in just a pair of boxers.
A blind man would have noticed the absolute rager I was sporting.
"You may not be able to walk, but something still works." She giggled as she started washing my feet.
"I'm sorry if this is really awkward now. You don't have to...."
She shushed me before I could finish my sentence. "It's fine. It's natural." She laughed easily. "I don't mind helping you. I told you I wanted to. I need to," she told me as she worked higher up my legs.
Her touch was so gentle. A ghost of a feeling. The higher up my legs she got, the slower her pace became until she was almost sensually rubbing my inner thighs.
"Do you think kissing where it hurts would help make it feel better?" Ashley asked. She looked right into my eyes, a coy smile on her pretty, full lips. Without anything on them, they still looked so damn kissable.
"It's worth experimenting, I suppose. Hospitals are all about science."
It was all the answer Ashley needed to lower her lips and kiss my flesh. She cleaned some more, and then blew it dry, following up with more kisses until she was up to my boxers.
My entire body was covered in goosebumps, and I felt like my hair was standing up straight.
"Can I take these off?" my personal nurse asked, playfully tugging on my boxer legs. "Nothing funny. I just want to make sure you're good and clean."
I wanted to tell her she didn't have to, but I also really wanted her to. I decided to take the chance and lifted my hips just enough for her to pull them down.
"Good boy," she said in a sultry voice, but she had said it was going to be 'nothing funny.'
Ash started with my taint and washed me with the careful caresses I had known from my legs. She used the same feather touch on my balls and fondled them with an expert's care.
I didn't miss just how much time she spent cleaning my balls. She sat on the bed, next to my knees, as she wrapped the cleaning pad around my proudly standing cock.
"How's the pressure?" she asked, her eyes professionally focused on the task in hand.
"Goddamn does it feel good, Ashley." I breathed out as I felt my throat getting inexplicably tight. My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard when I saw her lick her lips, leaving a wet sheen on them. "Oh, for fuck's sake," I groaned as I rolled my eyes.
Her thumb, without the wipe, slid to the tip of my dick and swiped up the precum she'd already gotten out of me. I was still pissed that I didn't see her do it, but I heard her suck on her thumb, tasting me.
Ashley let me go and I cursed inwardly. She stood up and kept her eyes on me as she started undoing her skin-tight jeans. She pulled the denim down over her shapely ass and thick thighs.
"It's not fair to you if you're the only one naked, is it?" she asked as she kicked off her sneakers and then her jeans.
"You're not worried about a nurse or doctor walking in?" I asked as she shed her top, leaving herself standing in front of me in just a bra and panties.
"They know you're bathing. And besides, even prisoners have a right to conjugal visits. I also have gotten pretty good at knowing the rotations. We have about 45 minutes until the next checkup. That means..." she said slowly as she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, "we can take our time. I can take good care of you."
Ashley's smile was bright and genuine as she slid off her bra and set it down on the foot of the bed. She didn't move to cover her bountiful breasts, but didn't do anything to overly showcase them, either. Their natural fullness spoke for them.
"You're not what I expected, Lyra," I admitted, playfully using her performing name.
Ashley slightly tilted her head to the side. “What do you mean?”
"I didn't know what to expect from you. I'm starting to remember your reputation. A bad-ass wildcard who does whatever she wants and says whatever she feels."
She just kept looking at me, her hands boldly on her hips, her tits looking right at me. I didn't care if they were fake or not, they were so magnificent to me.
"But you've been nothing but sweet to me. You seem good inside and out," I finished. "I get the feeling this isn't just to avoid a lawsuit, but because you want to do all this for me."
Ashley laughed softly and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. "I'm an angel if I want to be. I'm also a total bitch if the mood strikes. For you, though, I want to be a dirty fucking angel. The one you've seen so many pictures of that you're just starting to remember."
I watched in awe as she pulled her black lace panties down her magnificent thighs, revealing a perfectly shaved mound. There was no sign of a single pubic hair. I expected a rebel like her to have at least a landing strip.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Ashley." I had to whisper, unable to find my full voice.
"Thank you. You're not bad yourself," she said as she joined me on the bed.
She got on at the foot and crawled up, kissing her way up my damaged body. Her breasts dangled down just enough that her nipples brushed my legs. She stopped at my waist and looked down at my hard cock.
Ashley licked her lips and then looked at me. "You don't mind, do you? It's such a handsome dick," she said cheekily, popping the 'k' sound at the end.
"Be my guest," I said.
It was all she needed to pull her long black hair into a quick ponytail before lowering her lips to my head. She kissed the tip and gingerly licked the base of my mushroom top. Ashley hummed just a little, but nothing porn star obscene. She took progressively longer and bigger licks until she was damn near slobbering on me like a lollipop.
"You taste really good. Clean as a whistle, too." Ashley giggled before licking me from taint to sensitive, leaking tip.
She suckled my top, just letting her lips cover it. I was in heaven so soon after her skilled mouth began its treatment. She slowly slid down my shaft with her long tongue leading the way.
I had to grip the bed sheets under me to stop myself from shooting straight up, something my ruined body would have deeply protested.
"You're so responsive," she cooed after letting my dick breathe again.
"I don't remember how good a blowjob is supposed to feel, and even if I did, I doubt it was this fucking good." I chuckled.
"You're so sweet." Ashley giggled before going back down on me, moving a little quicker to get back to where she was. Her hands expertly fondling my balls was new and added an elevated level of bliss.
I could feel the young artist smiling around me as she slurped her own spit over me and danced my rocks around in her palm. It wasn't long before she had all of me down her angelic yet sinful throat.
Her nose brushed against my pubic mound. She turned her neck back and forth slowly, allowing me to feel every inch of her throat.
I couldn't believe her ability to be down there so long, so deep.
My eyes were about to pop when she started to come back up.
She didn't come all the way back up but started to bob up and down at the halfway mark of my cock. Her hand that wasn’t on my balls worked the lower half of my length. That tongue of hers kept swiping, wrapping around my flesh and sucking hard. She hallowed her cheeks as she sucked me to oblivion.
"Ashley, I'm going to cum soon if you keep this up," I warned her, one hand on her ponytail, and the other still wrapped in a bedsheet.
She just kept sucking and fondling, letting excess saliva roll down and run to my taint and the bed.
I tried not to pull too hard on her hair, but I had a hard time believing she wouldn't be into a little rough love. Tugging just a bit, I felt her throat close around me for just a moment. I did it again to the same effect. I started working her like a choke, fluttering her gag reflex as I warned, "Ashley, it's your last chance."
I felt the hot ball growing ever bigger in my belly and my balls pulling tighter.
She just kept going, fluttering her own throat without me pulling her hair. She kept coming up and down, up and down, at higher and higher speed until she almost lost control of her depth and suction control.
Finally, I saw stars and exploded a small white tidal wave into Ashley's mouth.
She swallowed as much as she could and licked up the rest. I thought she was done, but the girl kept sucking!
"Ash, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Keeping you hard." She kept her lips and tongue on me but maneuvered her hips so that I could see her firm, big round ass cheeks, putting us in a 69 position.
I slapped them both and grabbed handfuls of her rump. I jiggled her ass as she kept working me.
She pressed her ass backwards, elongating her back and putting her sex right in my face.
"Do what you want. I won't tell." I could hear the wink in her voice, and I definitely felt her jolt a little as I licked her clit to asshole in one long go.
Ashley braced herself on her forearms as I dove into her sweet snatch and occasionally teased her starfish. For her part, she was sucking me just as good as she was the first time, as if I hadn't already filled her mouth once.
I ate and licked, sucked her lips into my mouth and nibbled her clit as long as I wanted, working her to two orgasms on top of me. I drank every little bit of nectar her body offered, and the only thing stopping her from screaming out was my cock in her throat, gagging her.
Finally, I decided it was time for the grand finale. "Ash, get on my dick," I ordered. I knew she was all mine. If she was whoring herself to me in atonement for what she'd done to me, I was accepting it as part of her payment, but I felt this was just for her.
"Yes sir." She smiled over her shoulder and made a big show of straightening up like a cat.
Ashley dropped her hips low, dragging her moist opening down my body, leaving goosebumps but not putting enough weight on me to hurt. She picked up her hips and dropped them right back down on my rock hard cock, impaling herself on me straight to the hilt. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand as she started rocking her athletic hips, that booty lighting down onto my thighs with each drop, but not enough to hurt me in my post-wreck condition.
Her control and ability to read what would break or not was insane.
Ashley's pussy was still so tight because I had only played with her ass and used my tongue in her pocket. She had no problem doing all the work, making sure to get all of my dick in her but to keep her weight off my battered body.
I don't remember ever seeing a woman who could work a cock with hips and abs the way she was. My current memory wasn't much of a bar, but it was a bar.
She was rocking my fucking world, pre-amnesia and beyond. The way her back bent forward and bowed back out, the way her ass jiggled and stiffened was entrancing. Her pussy was so hot, wet, tight, and ribbed.
Lyra Daze wasn't a human anymore, but a sex goddess with the single purpose of making my balls explode into her guts.
I tapped on her ass, letting her know I was just seconds out.
Ashley looked over her shoulder, winked, and licked her lips. She turned away from me again and bent backwards as much as she could. The woman kept on riding, moaning but not loud enough to be heard from outside.
She came on me and I came inside her.
I shot my second load deep into her cunt that squeezed and spasmed over me like it was being shocked. I could feel our combined fluids running down and pooling below my balls.
Once we both were drained, Ashley stayed there, my dick still in her as she recovered her breath.
"Goddamn, that was good dick." Asley giggled and slowly drew herself off of me. She crawled up next to me and cuddled into my side, her big tits and pokey nipples rubbing against me. "Fuck that was good."
"That's better medicine than I'm going to get from any doctor. I just hope I remember it."
Ashley laughed easily, sounding like she didn't regret this at all. "If you don't remember it, we'll have to do it until you do."
