Heather Brown - Blow girl

My checkup the following week revealed that I was making steady improvement. "You're not as good as new, yet," the doctor said, "but you're getting there. Just keep up the good work."

"Doctor," I said, "I think I'd like to be released and go back home."

"Well, there's no mason why you can't," he said. "Would it be all right if I left at the end of this week? I have to make some arrangements about where I'm going to stay when I go back to the city."

"Whenever it's convenient for you," he said understandingly.

When the doctor was gone I began to dwell on the twin dilemma that faced me. Not only was my deadline for making my mind up about Tom almost up, I had the task of making arrangements for where I was going to be staying in the city until I could find a job and get a place of my own. I had no friends with whom I could stay, and, of course, had had to let my apartment go after I had been in the accident. As distasteful as the idea was, there was no place to turn except to my so-called family, meaning Margot.

When Margot had been notified that I was in the accident and in serious condition, she had handled it in her usual indifferent manner. When she finally did show up to visit me, however, there was a sign that she had been worried about me, although, as usual her concern seemed to be attuned to her own needs instead of mine.

I didn't like the idea of going to her with my hat in my hand, but it seemed I had no alternative. With this in mind, I place a long distance call to her.

The conversation went around in circles at first, with Margot barely able to get past the news I was about to be released so she could breathlessly tell me about her new boyfriend. "Oh, you'd love him," she said excitedly. "He's only a bus driver, but he has so much more culture than that, and he's so good-looking.

"That's nice," I said, and then tried to change the subject. "Listen, Margot, are you living alone now, or what?"

"What do you want to know for?" she asked indignantly. "I see you still haven't shaken that puritanical streak your grandmother put in you."

"No, Margot, that's not why I want to know," I attempted to explain.

"Well, then what do you want to know for?"

"I want to ask a favor of you."

"Really?" she said, her mood suddenly changing, as if she were about to receive an unexpected surprise.

"Yes. I don't have any money, and I need a place to stay temporarily. So I was wondering if I could come live with you-until I find a job and get my first paycheck, of course."

She was obviously pleased. "Of course, darling. What a wonderful idea. Now that you're older, I'm sure we have a lot more in common than we used to. You come and stay as long as you'd like. We can be just like sisters. Why, I'll bet we can even share the same clothes. I'm still the same size I was when I was eighteen." Then she laughed and continued, "The only thing I'll draw the line on is sharing men, if you know what I mean."

It almost seemed when she said that as if she knew about what I had been doing with her boyfriends for the five years before I ran off with Jeff.

By the time we'd finished our conversation, the issue had been settled and I was going to be staying with Margot. Of course she was "too busy" to drive out from the city and take me back to town, but then that was Margot, always too busy for her only child. I would have to take a Greyhound Bus in, and then a cab to her apartment. It was far from being a perfect arrangement, but I forced myself to look on the positive side of it.

With one half of my dilemma solved, I now had to turn toward the other half, namely, what to do about Tom. He had been pestering me ever since our encounter in the secluded corner of the recreation room to go with him to the hotel, not being aware that I had made up my mind to leave. I had tried to avoid him, but he was persistent, and I had to admit that the more I saw of him, the more I liked him.

The evening after the doctor had given me my examination, matters came to a head with Tom. I was walking down the hall toward my room, ready to begin packing, when I saw him camped in front of my door.

"Hi," I said. "Is this a new service from the management, a man with every room?"

"No," he laughed, "although I wish that were the case. No, seriously, Honeysuckle, I have to talk with you. I'm not spying on you or anything, but the mirror around the place is that you're leaving in a couple of days."

"It's no rumor, it's the truth," I admitted.

He looked somewhat hurt. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to," I said. "This evening. It was just that I wanted to think a few things over before I told you."

"Like what?" he said eagerly. "Like what about us? Where do we go from here, Honeysuckle?"

When he called me by that name he was almost irresistible. "Tom, to tell you the truth, I've been trying to decide whether we have any future together, or whether we should break it off completely."

"I think I can make up your mind for you right now," he said as he quickly embraced me, kissing me passionately. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue filling my mouth. As I willingly pressed back against him, there was no way I could miss the bulge in his pants that throbbed against me. Placing my hand down to his crotch and fondling his swelling cock, I knew there was no longer any question of my answer.

When we broke the kiss, I said, "Tom, I'm going to be living temporarily with my mother in the city. I do want to see you when you get out. I'll give you the address before I go."

"And the phone number," he amended. "I'm going to call you every night until I can see you again in the flesh, which shouldn't be too long."

I started to say that I had to go in and start packing, but I couldn't tear myself away from him. Once again my hand dropped to his crotch, fondling the swelling curve of his prick straining under his pants. He embraced me again and whispered, "No one's around, let's go into your room." Most of the other patients were gone or busy, and it was early enough so that the nurses would not be checking the rooms. I nodded my head yes as I gave his cock a final affectionate squeeze before we opened the door.

Once inside, we fell wildly into each other's arms, both of us about to realize what we had been deprived of for so long. Shaking, I snaked my hand inside Tom's pants and wrapped my fingers around his fat cock. I almost had to withdraw my fingers back in shock because of the intense heat of it. As I curled my fingers around his throbbing prick, I couldn't help but think that it seemed hotter than any cock I had ever held before.

While I continued to massage and squeeze his prick, Tom hurriedly undid his pants and they dropped to the floor. With his dick still firmly in my hand, I parted my lips and thrust my mouth over the head. The moment he felt his cock being sucked, he grabbed my head and began to strongly fuck me in the mouth.

Oh, God, I thought, it's wonderful! I was so excited and hot with his wildly thrusting cock battering away in my mouth that I was already having miniature orgasms, one following on the heels of the other in devastating fashion.

"Please," he whispered with urgency, "take off your clothes. I want to see your body. I want to see you naked."

I removed his prick from my mouth and took off my blouse and bra hurriedly and slid down my skirt and panties, standing nude before him. As he let out a low whistle and his cock sprang out even further, I lay down on the bed and spread my legs far apart, my open, drooling cunt inviting him to plunge his beautiful cock inside me and fuck me as hard as he could.

When he came at me his cock was so hard that when it stabbed fiercely at my crotch it actually caused momentary pain. I grasped it firmly and steered his wildly throbbing cock into my juicy cuntlips. He thrust his prick all the way up to the hilt as I wrapped my cuntlips around the shaft tightly and clasped it in a frenzy of rapture.