Chapter 1
I heard the sound of a car engine drawing near. It was a split second between the time I saw the teen girl attempting to shove her huge Chevy Suburban into a spot barely big enough for a VW, until the moment her front bumper collided with my right knee.
In an instant, the bumper of the Jeep Cherokee crushed my right knee joint and dislocated my right hip. Had the hip not dislocated, my leg may well have been amputated by the bumper of the vehicle. In an instant my eight years of training for a spot on the Olympic swim team was crushed forever.
I don’t remember much of the first forty eight hours of my new life without swimming.
I was mostly sedated while the doctors removed the broken bone chips and debris from my knee.
A thick cylinder cast was put on my leg and would remain for at least a month until my femur could heal up enough to support a new Steal and Teflon knee join.
It was on my third day in the hospital that I learned that I would never swim competitively ever again. I was livid that some dumb girl who was distracted by her cell phone took away the one thing that made me who I was and what I was all about.
I was the big hero at my high school because of my journey to become an Olympian. Because of the daily work outs over the last eight years, I really had no social life other than my swim team mates and my fans on Facebook.
Now, that was all gone. In a month from now, there will be a few folks that may still recall the champion swimmer and the tragic accident that ended his career.
But for the most part, I will be long forgotten as my school mates move on with their daily routines.
Another thing I’ll be missing…the end of my senior year.
Besides being heavily drugged for pain, I was quite depressed and down in the dumps. Bella, my extremely attractive stepmother of ten years, tried to be positive and upbeat when she came to visit.
The fact that dad never made it to visit because of his business obligations was not a surprise since he is away from home most of the time. I have often wondered why dad bothered to get married again after my mom ran off with a Chiropractor because she was sick of being left alone.
“Just think…Now you’ll be free to date since you won’t have practices anymore,” Bella suggested hopefully. “Yeah, mom…that might be a good thing if I could go to school,” I grouched. “Could be fun if I can learn how to walk again,” I hissed.
It was after that outburst that mom notified me that she has arranged with the school that I could do home schooling and at least would be able to graduate with my class. “I am gunna be your teacher for the next eight months,” she advised me with a big broad smile.
My dick wiggled when I thought about my classes for Sex Ed. The first smile since I was hit washed across my face as I envisioned my sexy stepmom giving me live examples of the physical anatomy for sexual positions.
“Are we having naughty thoughts,” Bella snickered when she saw a bulge begin to swell beneath the bed sheet. “Looking forward to sex ed.” I chuckled softly. I saw a sparkle in her eyes when she laughed softly. “Nice to see you smile,” she chuckled.
My dick swelled to full erection as I watched her leave my room before my after lunch time nap. My mind raced with nasty ideas of what I’d love to do to her lovely heart shaped ass.