After the Crash, They All Needed Me

Chapter 005

“I’m done here, Forrest,” Yvonne told me, giving my knee a gentle pat after she finished wrapping up the cuts with a thin bandage. “There’s still the ones on your thigh to go, though. Those look rather high up, and I don’t think I can roll your pants up that far.”

I blinked at her, feeling a little awkward. Was she suggesting that I take off my pants? Elsa, of course, had already reached that same realization, and she frowned.

“Let me do it,” she suggested, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I can do it.”

“Elsa, it isn’t that I don’t trust you. I’m just thinking about how you skipped the last first-aid training session our company organized,” Yvonne replied. Her voice was devoid of emotion, and I was glad for it. From the way that Elsa clung to me, I knew that she was suggesting that she take over out of jealousy.

“It’s OK. Elsa, you keep me company while Yvonne, you help me out with the deeper gashes,” I suggested, trying to keep the peace. How on earth did I come up with a solution that quickly? Maybe being the only man helps me be a better leader, I thought. It was not a thought I dared to voice aloud, especially since Elsa was still going to be my manager if there was even a company to go back to.

“Lift up your butt and we can work your pants off, then,” Yvonne suggested shyly, her voice faltering a little at the end. Eagerly, Elsa fell to the task, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants expertly just as she had done before. Gritting my teeth to hold back a moan, I levered myself a few inches off the ground, glad that Yvonne and Elsa both tugged my pants down gently. The blood was beginning to dry, and it made taking down my pants without aggravating my thigh difficult. Finally, I collapsed back down onto the ground with my pants around my knees.

As Yvonne bent over to disinfect the deeper lacerations on my thigh, I could not help but catch a glimpse of her chest. Her breasts shook a little as she upturned the bottle of rubbing alcohol onto yet another gauze pad, and her cute little bra did nothing to preserve her modesty. No! Down, boy, I told myself frantically, but it was no use. By the time she moved a little closer to tend to my thigh, my underwear was visibly tented once more.

“Forrest, you…” Yvonne stammered, frozen. She had the bottle of rubbing alcohol in one hand and the gauze pad in the other, but her eyes were fixed on neither. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch, which I used a hand to hide.

“Sorry!” I blurted, desperate to avoid sounding like a pervert. “I really can’t control it…”

“It’s OK,” she murmured, finally peeling her eyes away and turning her attention to the gashes the wolf had left.

“I’ll make you feel better,” Elsa cut in, wrapping her arms around my waist again. She leaned even closer, stroking my belly and chest with her left hand, pushing herself off the sand to lean on her knees. And as for my left hand, it had a mind of its own just like my dick. Unbidden, my hand returned to where it had been earlier, on top of her ass cheek. Now, though, since she was sitting up a little more, I was free to grope her pert little bum.

“Ow,” I hissed as Yvonne began dabbing at the gashes. I scrunched my face up, squeezing my eyes shut to keep tears from falling. I knew that crying would probably erode the trust they had in me, and I was determined to retain my status as the man they could depend on.

“It’s OK. It’ll be over soon,” Elsa murmured seductively, caressing the back of my neck. The pain made me grit my teeth and clench my fists. My right hand closed around nothing, but my left hand closed around Elsa’s butt cheek. How soft and wonderful it felt! I fancied I even heard her gasp as she shivered against me, even though she tried to keep it quiet.

“I think we’re good to go, Forrest,” Yvonne spoke up. She had a wry little expression on her face, as though she knew she was interrupting. Elsa let out a little huff, but she sat back a little so that I could inspect my own thigh. Sure enough, the gashes had been wrapped expertly in another bandage, this time with a gauze pad between the bandage and my skin since the cuts were deeper.

“Thank you,” I replied gratefully. Thank god for her. Otherwise, I’d have been left with Elsa clinging to me while I tried to tend to myself, I thought.

“I think the fire’s about to go out,” Elsa commented coolly, sounding for a moment just like the Ice Queen she had been back at the office. It was the tone of voice she used when she wanted to give you a laborious task, or when she wanted you out of her sight. I guess it’s both now, I thought as Yvonne nodded and got to her feet. She doesn’t want to be in charge of the fire, and she doesn’t want Yvonne to hang around since she’s already… kind of attached to me.

“Don’t act like that, Elsa. It’s not as if I’m a boyfriend who’s cheated on you,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“You men are all the same,” she huffed, helping me out of my shirt. It was bloodstained and filthy by now, and I was glad to be out of it. “You need to get this blood off you.” With a surprising amount of strength, she pulled me to my feet and led me down to the water so that she could help me wash away the blood on my face and arms.

“By the way, Elsa - were you turned on earlier when I squeezed your butt?” I asked curiously. There was no way to know whether she was blushing, especially since night had fallen, but the way she ducked her head told me that she was indeed a little embarrassed.

“Yes. It felt good,” she admitted, giving me a shy smile. Wow. I really did it. I did turn Elsa Sprout, our manager, on!

Elsa made short work of the remaining blood, and she led me by the hand to a drier spot. It did not escape my attention that we were going further away from the fire, and hence further away from Yvonne.

“What are you going to do?” I teased, giving her a little smile. “You’ve got me all to yourself now.”

“I’m going to finish what I started back in the cave,” Elsa breathed, cupping my rapidly stiffening cock in her palm.

“Thank god,” I moaned, helping her undo my pants and push down my underwear. Unceremoniously, my cock sprang out, nearly hitting her in the face. “Sorry. I’ve been so hard all day, Elsa… Oh!”

Her mouth descended on me once more, enveloping me. She gave these little kitten licks to the tip, tonguing my slit and lapping at the sensitive head, and I gasped loudly, trying my absolute hardest to be a gentleman and refrain from choking her.

“Oh my god. If you keep that up, Elsa… Just a little gentler, please,” I begged, jerking backward a little as her teeth scraped my shaft. Who can blame her? This is probably her first time giving anyone a blowjob at all. She took instructions well, though, and wrapped her lips around her teeth, using her tongue to stroke gently along the parts she had scraped. I made the mistake of looking down at her just as she tilted her head a little, tucking her long hair behind her ear as she swallowed around me. The sight of my dick in her mouth was too much to bear, and I came harder than I had ever come in my life. Elsa swallowed valiantly, her throat working to dispose of all the cum as she coughed a little.

“Are you OK?” I asked, reaching down to smooth her hair back.

“Yes,” she rasped, giving me a filthy smile. A single bead of cum remained at the corner of her mouth, and I wiped it off with my thumb.

“That was so good,” I sighed in contentment, tucking myself away as Elsa cleared her throat.