Stranded

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Sarah slammed her foot on the accelerator and screeched away from the traffic lights. She was pissed. She'd been at Measham College for three years, and had been a straight-A student. Until tonight that is. She'd just got back her first paper from her anatomy course, and not only was it not been an A, it was an F! That smarmy, racist bastard, Professor Smythe! He told her flat out after the first lesson, no way did anyone "like her" (she'd heard THAT phrase before, it was the racists' politically correct epithet for black) have the brains to get an A in anatomy, but if she was willing to use her body, he'd see what he could do. She was shocked. She'd slapped his face and marched away, planning to tell the dean. Unfortunately, he'd made sure he said it when nobody else was around, meaning she had no evidence.

Fuming she threw her car around corner and into a wooded road. Somehow she'd get even. Maybe she would pretend to be willing to 'play' his game, then turn the tables on him somehow. Maybe...

Anger misting her vision, she didn't see the turn in the road until too late. She slammed on the brake and tried to turn. That sent her into a spin. She tried to adjust, but couldn't. Her car left the road still doing thirty, span over a ditch, through some bracken and into a tree with a sickening crunch.

She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but when she came round she hurt. Groaning, she tried to clear her head. Then she smelt the petrol. She unbuckled her seatbelt, and forced open the car door, gasping as pain shot through her. She tumbled from the wreck, and half staggered, half crawled towards the roadway, hoping against hope to flag someone down on the quiet, night-time road.

 

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I'm in

Dean Jacobs, freshman, 6', 175 pounds, muscular and tanned.

I had had a really rough day. First, my girlfriend broke up with
me, then I found out I failed one of my papers in Psychology, then
I got fired. Now, I was out for a drive to try and clear my head.
Piloting my 1991 Jeep Cherokee down a quiet forest road, I noticed
skid marks on the road and a lot of smoke. Suddenly, I saw
it, the tangled wreck of what used to be a car on the side of the
road with a beautiful, ebony young girl climbing out. She was really sexy
and my cock immediatly began to stir, but first I'd make sure she
was okay. I pulled over, got out and asked her if she was okay and
what happened.

 

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Sarah

"What? Who?"

Sarah tried to unclog the fog from her head as she forced herself to look up. Through the ringing in her ears she heard the voice. "Are you ok?"

She could make out a guy standing before her. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't work out what. Then she realised it was Dean... Dean something or other... She'd tutored him once this semester. A little assistance on the mandatory social studies freshman class.. or something.

"Dean?" she wheezed, reaching out a hand to him.

Then she passed out.

 

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Dean

"Sarah? Oh my god, what happened?" She reached a hand
out to me but before she could answer, she passed out. I
remember the bottle of water I had bought not five minutes
ago, maybe it was still cold, I ran to the truck to get it but then realized
that I had a first aid kit under the back seat, my ex was training
to be a paramedic and she insisted I carry one, just in case. I always
thought it was a stupid idea, until now. I pulled it out and
ran back to where Sarah was lying. I rumaged through it and found
some smelling salts, so, lying her on her back, I placed them under
her nose. "Come on, please work," I said as I reached into my pocket
and hit the remote starter. I was prepared to drive this ebony
beauty to the hospital, maybe helping myself at the same time...

 

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Sarah

An acrid, stinging stench assailed her as Dean waved the smelling salts under her nose. She screamed, as thoughts of being trapped in a burning car burned through her brain. As she tried to leap up in terror, pain lanced through her body. That was more rousing than the smelling salts.

She hurt all over. Her chest throbbed, especially her left side, where the seatbelt had been yanked into her ribcage. Her neck felt so bad she knew she had done some damage. Her legs were lined with veins of icy agony, probably indicating at least one fracture.

Her head spun, but she could make out someone standing by her, reaching for her. She tried to concentrate, and realised it was Dean. That's right, she thought, he was trying to help. Giddily she stumbled against him, groaning. "Help..."