THE ACCIDENT

Chapter 22

Lena's POV

I sat on my bed in the quiet house, my phone screen glowing with the dirty pictures Ava had sent me. The images were explicit — Ava touching herself, close-ups of her breasts and pussy, messages describing how much she missed my body.

My fingers traced the screen, body heating up as I remembered the weekend at Ava's condo. I slipped my hand under my shorts, touching myself slowly while scrolling through the photos, my breathing quickening.

I typed a quick text to Ava: "Your pictures are driving me crazy. I'm touching myself right now thinking about you."

A new message popped up. Ava had sent a video of her touching herself — fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy, moaning my name. My fingers moved faster, matching the video. I was about to cum, my body tensing, when the phone rang.

It was the hospital. The voice on the other end was calm but urgent. "Is this Lena Hart? Your mother Helen, father Julian, and brother Oliver were in a car accident on the way to the grocery store. They're unconscious. You should come right away."

My heart stopped. I grabbed her keys and drove to the hospital in a blur. When I arrived, the waiting room was quiet. A nurse led me to a private area where Helen, Julian, and Oliver were being treated.

The doctor explained the situation. "They're stable but unconscious. None of them could talk. All of their eyes are closed. They're going to stay in the hospital for two weeks because of the severity of the accident."

I sat with them in the recovery room, holding Helen's hand. The secret between me, Julian, and Oliver hung in the air even in this moment. I helped with the paperwork and stayed until visiting hours ended.

Then I went to Ava's house. Ava greeted me at the door, pulling me into a deep kiss. I forgot about the hospital, the accident, everything. Ava's hands were on my ass immediately, stripping her clothes and pushing me onto the bed.

Ava's mouth found my breasts, sucking and biting my nipples until they were tight and aching. I moaned loudly as Ava's fingers pushed inside me, thrusting deep and curling against that perfect spot. The wet sounds of Ava's fingers pumping into my pussy filled the room. Ava added a third finger, stretching me, pumping faster. I came hard, thighs shaking, crying out Ava's name.

Ava didn't stop. She moved lower, her tongue replacing her fingers, licking and sucking my clit while her fingers continued thrusting. my moans grew louder, my body arching off the bed. I came again, juices coating Ava's chin.

We spent the night like this — Ava using her mouth, fingers, and toys on my body until I was a trembling, satisfied mess. I forgot about the hospital, the accident, everything. Only Ava mattered in that moment.

The next morning, Ava woke me up with soft kisses down my body. We made out on the beach, the waves lapping at our feet as Ava's fingers found my pussy again, fingering me slowly while we kissed. I moaned into Ava's mouth, coming quietly on the sand.

In the kitchen, Ava bent me over the counter and scissored me from behind, our wet pussies grinding together as I cried out in pleasure.

The counter creaked under us as we moved faster, both coming hard.

On the stairs, Ava pushed me against the railing, dropping to her knees to lick me clean while still fingering me deep. My moans echoed up the stairwell as I came again.

In the bedroom, Ava used a strap-on, fucking me slow and deep while we kissed. My legs wrapped around her, moans filling the room as I came.

In the shower, wr scissored under the water, the slick sounds mixing with the spray as we came together, holding each other close.

For some moments I forgot about the hospital, the accident, everything. Only Ava mattered at that point.