Bellaire Belles

Chapter Seventeen


By Mr. Freeze



"Mr. Hamilton?" called a distant voice in the darkness.  "I think he's
regaining consciousness."

I opened my eyes a little, the light blinding them shut again.

"Mr. Hamilton?"

I opened my eyes a little bit again and looked up and saw bright
fluorescent lights and white everywhere else.  I looked for the man
calling my name and saw that the voice belonged to a giant blur hovering
over me.

"He's awake," said the man.

"Oh my God!" cried a woman in the background.

"Thank God!" cried another woman.

"Do you know where you are?" asked the voice.

I nodded.  I was pretty sure I was in a hospital.

"Where are you?"

My mouth was too parched to speak well.

"Hospital," I croaked.

"Do you know what city you're in?" asked the doctor.

I shook my head.  How the hell was I supposed to know what hospital I was
in let alone what city it was in.

"How about what state you're in?"

"Michigan?"

"Oh my!" cried another woman in the background.  She sounded vaguely like
my Aunt Grace who I hadn't seen in years.

"Aunt Grace?" I croaked.

"Yes honey, I'm here!"

My Aunt Grace appeared above me.  She was even prettier than I remembered
her if not thinner.  She had a look of despair on her face.

"What happened to me Grace?" I asked.  "Where are Mom and Dad?"

She looked up at the doctor and she suddenly looked crestfallen and then
looked back at me.

"The doctor wants you to figure out what happened on your own, honey."

"How bad am I?" I asked.

"You're a lucky young man," said the doctor.  "You have several cuts and
bruises, some of the cuts took several stitches to close.  You suffered a
broken arm and some pretty serious head trauma.  Other than that you're
fine.  Like I said, you were lucky."

"Can I see him?" asked another female voice.

I saw the doctor nod and a young woman appeared over my bed.  She was
absolutely gorgeous with long red curls and a beautiful round face with
soft features.  The thing that caught my eye, however, was her gorgeous
emerald eyes.  They were misted over, which added a certain softness to
them.  She looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place her.

"I was so worried about you," sobbed the woman.  She buried her head into
my chest and cried.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"You don't remember me?" the woman sobbed.

"I'm sorry I don't."

"That's Ashley," said Grace.  "She's been your best friend for about a
year.  You two have been dating now for about two months."

"You're my girlfriend?" I asked the woman.  If she was I was one lucky
guy.  She was absolutely hot.

"One of them," said Ashley.

Now I was confused.  One of them?  Was I cheating on her?

Two more women came to the bed.

"Doctor, if you don't mind?" said one of the women.  She was the older of
the two.  The other girl looked like she couldn't be more than thirteen
years old.

The older woman leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.  "I'm Sarah.
We've been dating for a little bit longer than you and Ashley have."

"I have?" I said.  Sarah was beautiful as well.  She had a firm athletic
body that was a beautiful coppery color of skin.  Her long dark hair made
her look extremely exotic.  The young girl that was standing next to her
was a younger carbon copy so I assumed it was her daughter.

"Don't worry Greg.  We're all fine with dating you at the same time.  You
are gonna receive quite a few shocks the next few days as you regain your
memory."

"Well if all of them regard dating beautiful women like you two I will be
ok with it," I said forcing a smile through the drugs they had me on.

"There is one more," said Sarah.  "She's my daughter."

"You mean the young girl at the foot of the bed?  She can't be more than
twelve or thirteen."

"Fifteen, Gregory," said the girl angrily.

"What's her name?"

"Bree," said Sarah.  The girl still looked miffed at having been slighted.

"How did I end up with three girlfriends?" I asked.

"You need your rest before we tell you that story," said Sarah.  "Just
know that we all love you and hope that you get better."

I fell asleep basking in the love of my Aunt Grace and these three lovely
girls.  I just wondered how they got into my life.

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After a few days I was to the point where I could beg off most of the
hardcore pain medication.  My head was pounding on a regular basis but not
as bad as it was before.   My arm was in a cast so it really didn't hurt
too much.  It mostly itched.  The pain in the head overrode all the other
pain.  The three girls and my aunt rarely left my side.  If they did, only
one was gone at a time.  As far as my memory was concerned, it was 
starting to come back.  I knew I was in Florida and that I was ninetee
n and finished my first year of college at South Florida.  Most of my
memories of the girls that came back regarded Ashley since I knew her
longer than the other two.  It seemed like my memory was returning to me
in a wave.  It started from when I was sixteen and still home and kept
rolling forward in time.  I was at about the point of when I was halfway
through my second semester of college.  I wondered why Heather wasn't in
the picture and no one was telling me why.

I got some details on how our little foursome developed.  It had started
with Sarah and when Sarah realized how much I loved Ashley she made room
in our relationship for Ashley.  I was told how Bree fell in love with me
and how I was her first lover.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  I
had three girlfriends and one of them was underage.  To top it off they
were all nudists!  I remembered Ashley having a nudist streak but all of
them?  Including me?  What was happening to me?

Of the three girls Ashley seemed the most concerned about my welfare.  It
seemed like she was blaming herself for what happened.  I still didn't
remember what happened so I didn't know if she had a part to play in it or
not.  I did manage to overhear that I was in an auto accident and that it
involved a semi truck. 

 Ashley was the only one I really felt any emotional attachment to.  All
 of my memories of her were of a wonderful friendship we had.  I still
 didn't remember the other two although I did recognize Sarah as Grace's
 neighbor.

"We're gonna need you all to leave for a bit," said one of the nurses as
she came into the room.  It was Betty who I had nicknamed Broom Hilda.  

"I'm staying," said Ashley defiantly.

"The doctor is coming in to examine him," said the nurse.  "He deserves
his privacy."

"I'm not leaving," said Ashley.

"Come on Ashley," said Sarah.  "We can come back later."

"NO!" yelled Ashley.  "I'm staying here with him.  He shouldn't have to go
through any of this alone."

Ashley was now crying hysterically.  I was at a loss for why she was
freaking out.

"Ash, why don't you go," I said.

"NO!" she screamed.  "I'm staying here and that's final."

"The doctor will be doing some things that Mr. Hamilton might want to keep
private," said Betty.

"He aint got anything I haven't seen," said Ashley sternly.  "I'm 
staying."

"I'd listen to her if I were you," said Sarah with a smile.

"Is it ok with you Mr. Hamilton?"

I shrugged my shoulders.  At this point even I was afraid to tell her no.

"I don't care," I said.  She was right.  Even if I couldn't remember being
her boyfriend I still remembered being naked in front of the little nudist
a few times.  I wouldn't be too embarrassed.

I saw Ashley whisper to Sarah before they left and soon I was in the room
alone with Ashley awaiting the doctor.

"Can you tell me what that was all about?" I asked after everyone left.

"What?"

"Your little outburst," I said.  "Why do you feel it's so important to be
here."

Ashley sighed and then buried her hands in her face as she began sobbing.

"Ash?"

"It's my fault you're in here," said Ashley.  "If I hadn't...  Shit!  I
can't even tell you why it's my fault because you're supposed to get those
memories on your own."

"How would it be your fault that I was in a car accident?"

"You remember?" said Ashley, her eyes open wide in disbelief.

I shook my head.  "No, I overheard one of the nurses talking about it.  I
don't know any of the details."

Ashley took my hand into hers and the lifted it to her face and rubbed it
on her cheek.

"I love you more than anything in this world," said Ashley.  "If I ever
lost you I would be devastated.  If I ever lost you and it was my fault I
don't think I could bear to live.  I almost lost you and it was my fault."

Ashley collapsed with her head lying on my chest and sobbed furiously.  

The doctor chose that moment to walk in. 

"I can come back," said the doctor who seemed perturbed.

"No, it's fine," said Ashley.  She instantly composed herself and used her
hands to clear away the tears on her face.

The doctor performed his examination and then ended by testing my short-
term memory to see if there was any lasting brain damage.  When the doctor
left I was expecting everyone else to return but that didn't happen.  
Instead I found Ashley's hand on my rapidly inflating manhood.

"Um Ash, I don't think you should be doing this here," I said.

"I told Sarah to keep everyone out of here for twenty minutes after the
doctor left," said Ashley.

She looked into my eyes and smiled.  I stared into her emerald orbs and
saw intense love radiating from them.  I had to admit that I could easily
have fallen in love with Ashley.  She and I were such good friends in 
school.  Best friends to be exact.  I wondered who had made the first move
to bring us to where we were today.

Ashley pulled up my gown and stared at my cock with hunger in her gaze.
She then leaned down and licked the shaft up and down a couple of times.

"Ewww," said Ashley as she scrunched up her face.  "They haven't been
washing you down there have they?"

"I don't think so," I said.

Ashley giggled and then looked at me with every ounce of seriousness she
could muster.

"That's ok," said Ashley.  "I would do anything for you to bring you
pleasure.  That's how much I love you."

"Ash, you don't have to..."

"I want to," said Ashley.

She leaned down again and took the head of my manhood into her mouth.  
Slowly, my entire manhood disappeared in her mouth.  I'm fairly well 
endowed so it surprised me that she could get the entire thing in her 
mouth.  Then I realized how she had done it.  She had swallowed the tip of
my cock and every time she swallowed it sent a wave of pleasure through my
body.  The only other sexual partner I remembered, Heather, had never done
this to me.  I knew if she kept this up I wasn't going to last long.

Ashley released my penis and looked up at me.  "Just let it happen 
sweetie.  Cum in my mouth."

Ashley went back to her chore, doing it with love and compassion instead
of boredom and revulsion from the smell like many girls might.  Like 
Heather would have done.

My entire body tensed as I hit my peak.  I hoped that I hadn't torn out
any of my stitches.  Not that I was feeling any pain at that moment, just
waves of pleasure as I pumped my seed into her throat.

Ashley leaned back and sighed deeply.  She then covered me back up and 
leaned into me and gave me a hug.  She lay on my chest until the girls 
returned a few minutes later.  

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After a few more days the doctors pronounced me fit to return home.  Sarah
had prepared a special room for me to stay in and recover.  She moved in a
big screen TV and set up a brand new Xbox next to it.  A DVD player and a
satellite receiver rounded out the entertainment bonanza in front of me.
She also set up a paging system so that I could ask for anything at any
time of the day.

My memory was continuing to return.  It was spotty in places and I 
certainly didn't remember anything that happened the day of the accident
but I did remember the girls and how I fell in love with all of them.  It
took me some time to come to terms with my relationship with Bree again.
I still felt she was too young to be messing with but slowly the 
realization of my love for her crept back and everything turned out for
the better.

The one frustrating thing about not remembering the day of the accident
was not knowing why Ashley blamed herself for the accident.  None of the
other girls knew why she was acting so strange either and constantly 
pressed me for any clue as to why she was acting the way she was.  I 
finally had enough of the mystery so I paged Ashley to come up and help me
to the bathroom.

I had been walking on my own to the bathroom for the past three days so it
was an obvious ruse to get her to come upstairs.  When I heard a soft 
knock at the door I yelled for her to come in.

Ashley entered naked as the day she was born.  Her body shined with the
wet aura of sun block.

"Can you put something on and come back in?" I asked.

The dejected look on her face told me she knew that I wanted to have a
serious talk.  It had become an unwritten rule in the house to wear 
clothes when we had serious talks.  It made it easier to talk and made the
situation less sexual. 

Ashley came back in dressed in a light sundress.  I could tell she just
threw on the dress without worrying about undergarments.

"What's wrong honey?" asked Ashley.

"I want to know why you feel that my accident was your fault," I said.

"You have to wait for that memory to come back," said Ashley on the verge
of tears.

"Bull shit!" I yelled, startling Ashley.  "I need to know.  I need to know
because it is tearing you apart and I can't have that anymore.  For some
reason you can't even tell the others about it because they have been
pestering me about it nonstop as well."

Ashley looked at me stunned, tears were forming in her eyes.

"Dammit Ash, tell me!"

Ashley was trembling.  Then she tried composing herself and cleared her
throat.

"It started the night before your accident.  I had asked if we could have
a private night alone.  You agreed and we went up to bed together.  I told
you how much I love you and how you are the most important man in the
world to me."

Ashley started sobbing.  I ran my fingers through her hair for comfort and
she looked up at me.  I gave her an expression of heartfelt love and it 
gave her enough strength to continue.

"I told you that I didn't want to share you anymore.  I told you that I 
dreamt that it could be just you and me.  I admitted to you that I didn't 
love Sarah, at least not as anything more than a friend and that I just
went through the motions with her so that I could be near you."

I felt like I had been hit with a baseball bat.  Ashley wanted me alone? 
She didn't really love Sarah?

"Do you still feel that way Ashley?"

She nodded and then started sobbing again.  "I'm a selfish bitch.  I'm so
sorry.  I'm so sorry."

"Why are you sorry for loving me with all of your heart?" I asked.

"Because it isn't fair to you," said Ashley.  "I know you love Bree and I
know you love Sarah.  Sarah was there before me."

"It's not fair that you have to share me," I said softly.  "You have a
right to be selfish."

"I would do anything for you Greg.  If that means sharing you to be with
you then I am fine with it."

"So how did this cause an accident?" I asked.

"You and I had a fight the next day over your not wanting to have sex with
your Aunt.  I took it as a sign that you didn't approve of my liaisons
with my brother and sister.  Our argument heated up and you basically said
fuck it.  You couldn't handle the stress anymore of having three women in
your life and you took off.  I followed you down the street, much to the
consternation of the neighborhood because I was buck naked and then I
witnessed you as you didn't stop at the intersection and got hit by the
semi truck.  I thought I was gonna die when I saw it."

Ashley collapsed the floor and was crying hysterically.  All of my 
attempts to comfort her made her cry harder to the point were she was
nearly gagging and running out of breath.  I picked Ashley up off the
floor and held her in my arms like a baby.  I started rocking her back and
forth and spoke comforting words to her until she calmed down.

I didn't truly realize how deeply I loved Ashley until that moment.  I
loved her more than life itself.  She had made truly awesome sacrifices
for me.  She sat by and watched me in my unhealthy relationship with
Heather, the whole time hurting inside because I wouldn't see her as more
than a friend.  She then saw me with Sarah and she took advantage of
Sarah's giving nature to make our life more together.  Yet she still
sacrificed.  I imagined that a piece of her died each day having to share
me.  

Another thought crossed my mind then.  I didn't love Sarah even half as
deeply as I loved Ashley.  Sarah was a wonderful woman but she was rarely
intimate with me.  For the two of us it was more about the sex and less
about the love.

Then there was Bree.  I loved Bree dearly but not as much as I did Ashley.
Our love was new and intense.  New love always seems more intense and I 
took that to heart and realized that our love wasn't as strong as the love
I had for Ashley and the love she had for me.  I had no doubt, however, 
that the love Bree had for me was just as strong as what Ashley had for 
me.

I wanted to give Ashley her wish.  I wanted to make her mine and for her
to be the only one, yet I didn't know how to extricate myself from what I
had wrought thus far.  I had three girlfriends which loved me more than
life itself, yet I was considering dropping two of them for the better of
one of them.

I nearly dropped Ashley onto the bed, the pain in my broken arm becoming
too much to bear to hold her any longer.  Pain shot straight to my head
from the exertion like a knife.  I held my head and sat down slowly.

"Oh my God," screamed Ashley.  "Are you ok?"

I nodded as best I could and laid down on the bed.

"Oh God, once again I'm the cause of your pain."

I sat bolt upright and looked at her.  

"Dammit Ash!  Stop blaming yourself for all of this.  This was all my
fault.  All of it.  I was the one who drove the car.  I was the one who
got angry.  I was the one who got involved with three women at a time.  
Not you!"

Ashley grabbed me and held me tight.  I returned her hug and let her cry
for a good ten minutes while she let out her emotions.

"Ash, do you think you could get me over to Grace's house?" I asked after
she calmed down.

"Why?"

"I have some things to work out," I said.  "I think she can help."

"What kind of things?" asked Ashley.

"I'll tell you after I have talked to Grace."

Ashley helped me get dressed and then helped me over to Grace's.  I told
her to leave me there and that I would have Grace help me back to Sarah's
house.  Ashley was reluctant to go but eventually she left.  After she was
out of sight I knocked on Grace's door and hoped for the best.


--- end chapter seventeen ---


--- to be continued ---