Amnesia - Chapter 1
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Hetero
She didn't know what caused her to awake -- the pain in her shoulder or the liquid filling her eye socket. But the woman found herself lying face down on a dirt embankment. She heard a groan only to realize it was coming from her. It hurt to do so, but the woman gingerly moved her hand to wipe away the liquid from her eye. To her astonishment, she stared at the blood on her fingers, wondering whose blood it was.
The woman's first instinct was to stand up, but the pain that shot through her body convinced her otherwise. She was able to crawl -- shimmy actually -- about a foot so that her head was at the crest of the hill. When she looked over her heart stopped for a moment. She was staring into a very, very deep canyon. At the bottom, fire and smoke spewed upwards. When her eyes focused she saw the remains of a car. It was mangled beyond recognition, the metal melting from the hot blaze of the flames consuming it.
The woman's head was pounding so she placed a hand on her brow. She felt the wetness of the blood oozing from the deep gash, clarifying where the blood in her eye came from. Evidently she'd been in an accident. It must be her car at the bottom of the gorge, but how? She didn't remember an accident. She didn't remember driving a car. Then she gasped... she didn't remember anything. Where was she? Who was she? Suddenly, panic set in.
She heard sirens getting louder and then the sound of tires skidding as they tried to grip the gravel, bringing the vehicles to a halt. All of a sudden people's hands were all over her, testing for broken bones and cleaning wounds. Her head was secured in some sort of contraption to keep her neck from moving and then she was placed on a bed-like object and lifted into the back of a vehicle. She lost consciousness again just as the ambulance's wheels spun on the loose gravel.
When the woman awoke, she was lying in bed with her arm in a sling. She instinctively brought her usable hand to her forehead where she felt the bandage. When she realized she was alive, and her body seemed to function, the woman's eyes scanned the room. It was a typical hospital room and didn't provide her any help in identifying where she was -- other than in a hospital.
"So look who opened her eyes," came a cheery voice.
The woman turned to see a cute young nurse grinning at her. She automatically returned the smile.
"How are you feeling?" the nurse asked.
"I don't know. I... I feel okay... I guess. What happened?"
"The police said you're lucky to be alive. Your car went over the cliff. Thankfully you were thrown out before it went over the side. You are a very lucky person. By the way, what's your name?"
"I'm... I'm.... Oh god, I don't know!" the woman exclaimed, panicking.
The nurse hurried to her side and put a comforting hand on her good shoulder. "Don't worry, that's common. You are probably still in shock. Just relax."
"What about my things?" the woman queried. "My purse... my identification. Something must be able to tell you who I am."
"It all went over the cliff with the car and burned up. The police said it would be impossible to climb down to the wreck in that remote area. Anyway, they said everything would probably be melted or broken into such small pieces that they wouldn't provide any information. Like I said, you are lucky to be alive. A helicopter saw the flames and radioed for help. Were you alone?"
"Yes," the woman said without hesitation and then added, "How did I know that? But I'm sure I was alone."
"That's also common. People who've had a trauma sometimes forget some things but not others. Don't worry, it will all come back to you." The nurse squeezed her shoulder for reinforcement.
"Do you have a mirror?" the woman asked.
The nurse stared at her as if hesitating, but then said, "You've been in a pretty bad accident. You're really banged up."
"Please, I need to see."
The nurse retrieved a mirror and held it in front of the woman's face -- she gasped. There was a bandage around her forehead, but that wasn't it. She had two black eyes, a split lip, and her face was swollen, especially her cheekbones.
"Oh-my-god, I look like a prizefighter!" the woman exclaimed.
"And I think you lost the fight," the nurse said, and felt bad when she began laughing, but was relieved when the woman giggled as well.
The next day, the doctor asked the woman if she had remembered anything. When she said she didn't, he held up a gold ring.
"What's that?" the woman asked.
"It's a wedding band. It was on your finger."
"I'm married?" she stated, astonished.
"Does it look familiar? Do you remember it?" the doctor continued in his professional, impersonal manner.
"N-No, I don't," the woman said, and began crying.
"Don't worry," the doctor said more compassionately, "your memory should come back eventually. Just rest and heal your body. Your mind will follow."
That night the woman had a terrible dream. The shadow of a man loomed over her as she crouched, quivering in fear.
After a few days, a local TV newsman was in the hospital covering another story when he met the woman with no name or past. He took an interest in her and promised to mention her on the news. She felt self-conscious when he took a photograph of her since she wore no makeup and still had the marks from the accident. But she hoped someone would recognize her and she thanked him profusely.
"I have a surprise for you," the nurse said, trying to hold in her excitement.
"Am I being released?" the woman asked in the melancholy mood she had been in most of the time.
"Soon, but that's not the surprise."
The nurse stepped out of the doorway and a man entered the room. The woman automatically pulled her bed cover to her neck, feeling indecently exposed in her hospital gown. The man walked to the side of the bed and waited for a reaction, but there was none.
Disappointed, the man said, "Hi honey."
The woman's eyes got real wide and stared at the stranger. Was she supposed to know him? Was he a friend or a relative? Would she finally get answers to the questions that have been plaguing her?
"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" she finally asked.
"Oh no, it's true!" the man exclaimed, taking the woman's hand. She instinctively pulled her hand away.
"It's your husband," the nurse announced.
The woman turned white. A stranger was standing next to her bed saying he was her husband, but she didn't know him. How could that be?
"I'll leave you two alone," the nurse said, "to, um, get reacquainted."
"No! Please don't leave," the woman implored.
"Don't be afraid," the nurse responded. "I won't be far." Then she walked out of the room leaving the woman alone with the stranger.
The two chatted for a while, the man doing most of the talking. He explained that they both didn't have any family and had just moved to this small town in Colorado and didn't know anyone. He left a few weeks before her so that he could get situated with his new job and get the apartment ready. Since they drove separately, each brought their share of personal items. Unfortunately, hers were lost when the car went into the canyon. But he told her that it could all be replaced and the most important thing was that she was safe and they were now back together. He didn't even know she was missing since she had left after him, and then he saw her photo on the news.
The woman listened in stunned silence. It all made sense, but she wondered why she couldn't remember any of it. She had hoped that once someone prompted her with facts it would open the floodgates to her memory, but it didn't.
"What's my name?" the woman asked.
"Eve... Eve Garston. And I'm Jim."
"My name's Eve? Even that doesn't sound familiar."
"Don't worry, we'll go slow. Everything will be fine," Jim consoled. "I won't even hold it against you for not remembering me," he said and then laughed. "It's good to see you smile again too."
They chatted for a long time, the nurse periodically sticking her head into the room to see if she was needed. When Jim was ready to leave he leaned over to kiss his wife, but she pulled her head back. After all, he was a stranger to her. Disturbed, but understanding, he left.
After a few days of conversation, the woman was beginning to learn about her life. It didn't sound familiar to her, but nothing did. And then the big day arrived -- she was going home.
The only clothes Eve had to wear were the ones she had on when in the accident. They were slightly torn, but Jim had them cleaned. While waiting for her husband, Eve talked to the nurse who tried to comfort her.
"But he's a stranger to me," Eve explained.
"You'll have to trust him," the nurse comforted. "After all, you wouldn't have married him if you didn't love him. He's the only link to your past. You will have to trust him. Right now he knows you better than you know yourself."
The drive home was mostly in silence. The man next to her felt like a stranger -- he was a stranger to her. Eve stared out the window looking at the scenery hoping to recognize something. But it was a new town and, even if she had her memory, it wouldn't be familiar. She nervously wringed her hands in her lap.
When they entered the house Jim said, "Sorry for the mess, but it's been waiting for a woman's touch."
Eve was given the tour. The apartment was a unkempt -- to her standards anyway. She felt it strange that she "remembered" how she kept house. But Jim had just moved in, the partly filled boxes attested to that, so maybe that's why it looked so untidy. Eve felt like the apartment wasn't hers and especially felt uncomfortable in the master bedroom. She realized her life was going to have some problems until her memory came back.
The two ate dinner and watched a little TV. Then they went upstairs to bed. Eve realized she didn't even have a nightgown to wear to bed. She stood uncomfortably in the bedroom not knowing what to do. Jim, meanwhile, removed his clothes and jumped onto the bed butt-naked. Eve averted her eyes, embarrassed to see him nude.
"C'mon Eve, come to bed," Jim said, patting the mattress next to him.
Eve looked panic stricken, having to undress in front of a total stranger. She shut the light, covering her in the security of darkness, and quickly removed her blouse and pants before climbing under the bed covers. Her body was so tense laying there that she thought it would snap if touched. And then she felt Jim's hand on her, causing her to pull away.
"Since when do you wear underwear to bed?" Jim asked.
"Jim, this is very hard for me. It's like I don't know you."
"Honey, we used to love each other. NO! We do love each other. You just don't remember. Please trust me. It's been so long since we...." Jim just left the sentence hanging.
"Oh, I didn't think of that."
The bed was still for a few moments while each wrestled with their own thoughts. Then there was a stirring in the bed next to Jim. When Eve settled down, he rolled onto his side and draped his arm across her chest. She had removed her bra. His curiosity got the better of him so he quickly dropped his hand between her legs to rest upon her pubic hair. Her panties were off too. Eve tensed when his hand touched her pussy so he quickly pulled it away.
Gently turning Eve's face towards his, Jim pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was hesitant, as if doing it for the first time, but Eve did not pull away. When Jim pushed his tongue against her soft lips they parted, allowing him into one of her openings.
Jim tried to take it slow, but his desire was too strong. He began with a light stroking of her cheek, but soon his hand traveled to her naked breast. Eve stiffened, but then moaned at the caress. Jim saw that as a green light and squeezed firmer, playing with her hardening nipple. Eve's tongue pushed into his mouth, the kiss becoming more passionate.
Jim didn't want to release his hold on her breast, but in their current position of lying on his side he only had one hand free. His fingertips gently brushed Eve's skin as his hand traveled downward, over her belly and then between her legs. He wanted desperately to plunge his finger inside her, but didn't want to scare the woman who saw him as a stranger. He concentrated on her clit, just brushing his fingertip across it -- more teasing than trying to bring her off. Eve's hips began humping and then she spread her legs, opening herself to him.
Jim didn't hesitate and moved his hand lower, sliding his middle finger within her now moist slit. When the fingertip lodged into her opening, he pushed a finger inside. Eve moaned and jerked her pelvis, humping his finger and getting it in deeper.
Feeling Eve was ready, Jim climbed on top of her. Eve's legs willingly spread more, allowing Jim to position himself between them. He reached down and guided his hard cock to her opening and placed just the head inside. He stared at her beautiful face while bracing for the ultimate husband and wife joining. Her blue eyes were closed and her long blonde hair cascaded over the pillow. She had the high cheekbones models were famous for, but a round, smooth face that was void of firm masculine features. Then he pushed forward, sinking into her hot, wet pussy. Eve seemed to purr as his cock slid into her, her pussy clinging onto his meat, pulling him into her further.
Jim pulled out only to push in again. After about 5 or 6 thrusts, Eve responded by humping her hips upwards to sink his cock into her more deeply. They began fucking in earnest, like lovers should. Eve never knew fucking could be so enjoyable. She wondered how she could forget ever feeling the pleasure she was now experiencing. But at least she had gotten it back. Her husband had found her and was bringing her to a sexual pleasure she never knew existed. And then she came. Her body shuddered as her heels dug into the mattress, pushing her hips up. Jim felt it and rammed his cock rapidly in and out of Eve's pussy, trying to enhance her orgasm. It did that but also brought him over the top. His throbbing cock filled Eve's pussy with hot sperm.
When Jim rolled off, Eve stared up at the ceiling in the darkness. She couldn't remember ever feeling so satisfied, but then again she couldn't remember hardly anything. While wondering about what her life had been like and what is was going to be, she felt content knowing she had someone who loved her lying next to her. Jim's light snoring was more of a comfort than an annoyance. She wished her memory would return so that she could remember her feelings towards the stranger lying next to her. Eve fell into the first peaceful sleep since the accident.
The next morning Jim awoke first and stared at the beauty sleeping next to him. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed through her mouth. He couldn't wait to feel those lips around his cock. Jim carefully pulled the cover to Eve's waist, seeing her naked breasts in the morning light. They were 35C and stood tall even lying on her back. When he lowered the cover more, Eve stirred so Jim stopped at her bellybutton. Her stomach was flat and firm.
"NO! NO! STOP!" Eve screamed. Jim backed away, but Eve continued yelling, her body thrashing in her sleep. "Don't touch me! Get away from me!" Eve hollered.
Jim didn't know what to do. He gently shook Eve's shoulder, causing her to flay her arms as if trying to fend someone off. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked around, fear in those big blue eyes. Her breathing was rapid and then slowed down.
"Where am I?" Eve said confused.
"Honey, right here in our bed. You had a nightmare."
"I felt like someone was hitting me," Eve said and then calmed down. When she stretched the morning stiffness from her body she noticed her nudity. Eve pulled the cover to her chin.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before," Jim told her.
"I know, but I still feel strange with you seeing me naked. It would be like you'd feel if a girl... a complete stranger saw you naked."
"Hmmm, if she was as pretty as you I wouldn't mind."
Eve blushed, but forced a smile. Jim told her that they would have to go shopping since all her clothes were lost in the accident.
"Jim, please tell me something about myself."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. How old am I? When's my birthday?"
"Your birthday is September 27th and you're 29 years old."
"How old are you?" Eve asked, studying Jim's face.
"I'm 40."
"You're quite a bit older than I am."
"That never bothered you before."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to sound that way. It just surprised me. Never mind, I think I need a shower."
"C'mon, I'll take one with you."
"I-I don't know. It just doesn't seem ri...."
"We always took showers together. You always loved it saying it was romantic."
"Okay... I guess... if we always did it before."
Jim jumped out of bed, completely naked. His cock was semi-hard, which caught Eve's attention. The embarrassed woman quickly averted her eyes. She felt so uncomfortable seeing him naked and him seeing her body. Eve tried to force that feeling away, but it persisted. She saw Jim waiting for her and slid a leg to the side of the bed where it came out from under the cover. She took a deep breath and sat up, turning to the side so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, the cover falling from her body. Eve stood up and took Jim's outstretched hand, following him to the bathroom.
Eve didn't remember taking a shower with someone else so she was blushing from the top of her head to her toes. But Jim was her past so he knew better than she what she had done. Still, she was embarrassed to be naked with the man -- someone who was a stranger to her. Eve thought a quick shower would be best so she hurriedly applied soap to her body.
"Not so fast," Jim said with a twinkle in his eye. "If we are going to wash ourselves there's no need to do it together. Don't you remember?"
"I don't remember any of this," Eve said, tears forming in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm being inconsiderate," Jim said, wrapping his arms around Eve.
Even though she was embarrassed to be naked with him, and for their nude bodies to be pressed together, something about Jim's embrace made her feel better. Maybe she did love him and her body was trying to tell her. She put the side of her face on his chest and took comfort in his grasp.
Her body stiffened when she felt the bar of soap moving up and down her back, but she suppressed her desire to pull away. Jim was being so kind to her and he told her that they were in love -- husband and wife -- so why should she reject him? She relaxed again and now felt his soapy bare hand moving up and down her back. Then his hands were lowered to her ass where he massaged her buttocks as he cleaned them. The amount of time he lingered there made Eve think he was caressing her ass under the pretence of washing it. She also felt his now hard cock against her belly as his hands clutched her ass, pulling her towards him.
Jim turned Eve around so that her back was against his front. His cock was vertical, wedged between her ass-cheeks. He soaped up his hands and ran them over her breasts. When he rubbed his soapy hands over her cone-shaped mounds, he felt her hard nipples digging into his palms. His hips were humping, sliding his cock inside her ass-crack.
When Jim's hands abandoned her tits, Eve almost felt a loss, but soon she understood why. He was washing her belly, sending goose bumps up and down her body. She unconsciously moved her legs apart as his hand soaped up her blonde pubic hairs, encouraging him to explore further. Jim didn't disappoint Eve as his fingers slipped lower, cupping her pussy. He massaged it vigorously, causing Eve to grind her ass against his cock as her clit was rubbed. And then a finger snaked inside... and then a second. Eve bent her knees and bounced up and down on the digits, fucking them. But Jim pulled his hand away before she came and maneuvered her body so that it was under the shower head, washing off the soap suds.
Jim stepped back and held the soap out for her. Eve realized it was now her turn to wash him -- to intimately touch a "stranger's" body. Eve soaped up her hands and began on his chest, making small and then larger circles. She saw Jim staring at her while she caressed his body and had to look down. That brought her eyes in contact with his hard dick pointing up at her, knowing she would be required to wash it soon. Her eyes moved back up, burning a hole into his chest.
"I think you're going to wear out my skin," Jim said with a chuckle after her hands never left his chest.
Eve forced a laugh and turned him around, washing his back. Then her hands dropped to his buttocks, cleansing them as quickly as possible. On his own, Jim turned to face her again. Her hands soaped his belly, lingering there longer than necessary. Then she clamped her lips together with determination and wrapped her soapy fingers around his hard cock. Her fist slid up and down, cleaning it. Soon Jim's hips were moving. Eve froze, just holding his cock loosely while Jim fucked her fist.
"Oh baby, I've missed this," Jim cooed.
Without warning, Jim's cock erupted, squirting his hot gooey cum all over Eve's belly. She jumped back, disgusted with what had just happened and watched Jim's hand take over for hers. He kept shooting his cum in her direction, as if aiming, covering her with his sperm. The small shower prevented her from getting out of the way. When Jim had stopped cumming he saw the startled and disturbed expression on Eve's face.
"What's the matter, honey? That's a game we always play. You love it and usually giggle so hard you can't stand up."
"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't expect it. It seems so gross."
"That's okay, just get under the shower and wash it off. You used to rub it into your skin, but if it upsets you then go ahead and just rinse it off."
Eve felt bad so she began rubbing the sticky substance into her clean skin. She watched Jim staring at her, almost drooling. Eve didn't like the feeling and felt nauseous so she changed her mind and went under the showerhead, washing the sperm off her body, using soap to make sure she was clean.
"Are you leaving?" Jim asked.
"Um, yes... we're done."
"But you haven't cum yet. We used to play a lot more than this."
"I'm sort of tired. Is it okay if we stop now?"
"Sure honey. If that's what you want."
They dried off and Eve had to put her used clothes and underwear back on since she didn't have anything else to wear. Jim offered to wash her clothes for her, but she knew she'd be naked all the time and that made her uncomfortable. So she put her old clothes on and they headed to the mall.
At the mall, the couple almost had their first argument. Jim wanted Eve to buy clothing that, in her opinion, was too tight, too short, and cut too low. He told her that was how she dressed most of the time, but she didn't remember that. In fact, she thought she remembered otherwise. But Jim was the "window" into her past so who was she to disagree? But when he took her into Victoria Secrets and wanted her to buy sexy lingerie like crotchless panties, she balked.
"You always wanted to please me," Jim said, sulking. "I'm not telling you to buy anything that you wouldn't have bought before the accident."
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," Eve apologized for her outburst, "but it seems so unlike me. When would I even wear them?"
Jim grinned from ear to ear and then whispered, "They came in handy when we were out and we were horny. We'd find a dark place and I'd just lift your skirt up and enter you. You used to love that, saying it was more exciting because we could get caught."
"I wouldn't do that!" Eve said incredulously.
"You used to."
The two finished shopping, compromising on Eve's clothes and underwear. What she bought seemed too slutty for her, but it wasn't as outlandish as what Jim had selected. She didn't mention it to her husband while they were shopping, but something seemed to be just past the surface of her conscious memory as they went from rack to rack. It was like the expression "on the tip of your tongue." She sort of had flashes of previous shopping trips, but the memory was just out of reach. That's why she thought it so odd for Jim to select the items he did. She automatically went for another style.
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