katydarling
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Terri fidgeted in the waiting room. She really hadn't wanted to be in therapy, but if it kept her parents off her back, she was willing to try anything. She knew they meant well, but she didn't think talking to some guy for an hour once a week was going to help much.
Everything had been fine until the week of graduation. She had been looking forward to spending one last summer with her high school friends and finally going all the way with her boyfriend, and then starting college in the fall. That had been the plan until the night of the accident.
She had been with her boyfriend in his truck, down by the dam. The summer had officially started, and she was allowing her curiosity (and Tommy's urgency) to get things going a little faster. She didn't think of herself as a prude, but she was careful. She was still a virgin, but she had promised Tommy that they would do it this summer. They had been dating for a year, and he had always been patient with her, but now that summer was closer, he was definitely getting tense. So was she, for that matter, so the idea of giving him a handjob had seemed like a good compromise. It would calm him down, it would give her a chance to see what all the fuss was about. She had only seen cocks in porno, and she believed in porn about as much as she believed in sci-fi. Entertaining in small doses, but pretty much for nerds, and not at all related to reality.
She had taken his cock out, and been relieved to discover that it was nowhere near as long as her forearm, and no bigger around than a banana. After a few minutes of stroking him in her hand, she had grinned nervously and asked if she could try sucking it. His gurgle had sounded like a yes to her, and she had leaned down, touching her lips to the dark red tip.
Neither of them had seen the maintenance van barrelling down the road behind them. The driver didn't see Tommy's truck in the darkness until it was too late, and though he punched the brakes with both feet, he was still going much too fast when he slammed into the back of the pickup. A length of pipe had shot off the roof rack of the van, and through the back window, striking Tommy in the head.
Of course, Terri hadn't seen what had happened. Just at the moment her lips touched him, there was a horrible noise, and the truck jumped foreward. Her head bounced off Tommy's belly and then off the steering wheel, and her body was thrown around like a ragdoll. Then there had been the sound of breaking glass and a wet splat of cum on her face.
An accident, people said. Poor Tommy, what a horrible way to die. Terri knew that she was being punished for being a slut. She knew that Tommy had died because she had wanted to suck his cock. And of course, when people saw her, they knew what she was. They knew why Tommy had died.
She deferred her enrollment at the university. She stopped going out. She stopped talking to people, except her parents, who she couldn't avoid. A year had gone by, and she hadn't left the house in a month. Her parents had finally put their foot down. She could start seeing a therapist and trying to work through her issues, or they would send her someplace where she would be forced to deal with it. This seemed like the lesser evil, but sitting in the waiting room was enough to make her want to scream.
"Terri?" a voice said. She looked up and saw an older man, who must be the therapist. "Come on in."
She stood up, and walked into his office as though she were on her way to her own execution.
Everything had been fine until the week of graduation. She had been looking forward to spending one last summer with her high school friends and finally going all the way with her boyfriend, and then starting college in the fall. That had been the plan until the night of the accident.
She had been with her boyfriend in his truck, down by the dam. The summer had officially started, and she was allowing her curiosity (and Tommy's urgency) to get things going a little faster. She didn't think of herself as a prude, but she was careful. She was still a virgin, but she had promised Tommy that they would do it this summer. They had been dating for a year, and he had always been patient with her, but now that summer was closer, he was definitely getting tense. So was she, for that matter, so the idea of giving him a handjob had seemed like a good compromise. It would calm him down, it would give her a chance to see what all the fuss was about. She had only seen cocks in porno, and she believed in porn about as much as she believed in sci-fi. Entertaining in small doses, but pretty much for nerds, and not at all related to reality.
She had taken his cock out, and been relieved to discover that it was nowhere near as long as her forearm, and no bigger around than a banana. After a few minutes of stroking him in her hand, she had grinned nervously and asked if she could try sucking it. His gurgle had sounded like a yes to her, and she had leaned down, touching her lips to the dark red tip.
Neither of them had seen the maintenance van barrelling down the road behind them. The driver didn't see Tommy's truck in the darkness until it was too late, and though he punched the brakes with both feet, he was still going much too fast when he slammed into the back of the pickup. A length of pipe had shot off the roof rack of the van, and through the back window, striking Tommy in the head.
Of course, Terri hadn't seen what had happened. Just at the moment her lips touched him, there was a horrible noise, and the truck jumped foreward. Her head bounced off Tommy's belly and then off the steering wheel, and her body was thrown around like a ragdoll. Then there had been the sound of breaking glass and a wet splat of cum on her face.
An accident, people said. Poor Tommy, what a horrible way to die. Terri knew that she was being punished for being a slut. She knew that Tommy had died because she had wanted to suck his cock. And of course, when people saw her, they knew what she was. They knew why Tommy had died.
She deferred her enrollment at the university. She stopped going out. She stopped talking to people, except her parents, who she couldn't avoid. A year had gone by, and she hadn't left the house in a month. Her parents had finally put their foot down. She could start seeing a therapist and trying to work through her issues, or they would send her someplace where she would be forced to deal with it. This seemed like the lesser evil, but sitting in the waiting room was enough to make her want to scream.
"Terri?" a voice said. She looked up and saw an older man, who must be the therapist. "Come on in."
She stood up, and walked into his office as though she were on her way to her own execution.
