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The Young Wizard--Part 4

Date: 8/3/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Death, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

to check out some posters for coming attractions. When I heard the screeching tires I knew there was trouble. I ran as fast as I could toward my car. I saw Mandy lying under the tires of a big pick-up. The driver, in an effort to reverse the damage backed up right over her chest crushing her ribcage. Using my magic I lifted the truck and pulled Mandy free. She was coughing blood as I took her into my arms. Mentally, I called 911 requesting an ambulance. “Hold on, Mandy. Help is on the way.” I stroked her hair and her cheek. Her breathing was extremely labored. Her blood was drenching my shorts as I prayed for her. Slowly Mandy opened her eyes. I looked into her face as she mouthed the words, “I…love….” She died in my arms. I screamed a long time, uncontrollable agony expressed in my voice. “Why, God? What did she ever do to deserve this?” My tears flowed like rain. The EMT’s had to pull me away from her. They sedated me and insisted that I accompany them to the hospital. I wanted to ride with Mandy, but—no—that wasn’t to be. The cops arrested the truck driver. He was drunk. My parents met me at the hospital. The doctors there wanted me to stay overnight but I refused. All the time—hours—I wept uncontrollably. When I got home MP was there and she was crying, too. She put her arm around me and helped me to my room. MP undressed me and led me to the shower where she supported and washed me. Then she dried me, helped me into pajamas, and put me to bed. I lay there for hours ... crying and screaming in my grief. Eventually, sleep—merciful sleep—came to me. MP stayed with me the entire time, sleeping in my desk chair or on the floor. She refused offers from my parents to relieve her. Days passed and I was no better. Finally, the time for her wake arrived. Seeing her there, lying so peacefully in her coffin was agony for me and her funeral was even worse. I threw myself onto her coffin as they lowered it into the ground. I wanted to join her—be with her forever just as we had planned. When it was over everyone went to her parents’ house, I guess, to console the family, and to relax after the ordeal. I sent them a telepathic message explaining that I just wasn’t up to all the social interaction. They said they understood. I was miserable for days. I didn’t shave or wash and I couldn’t eat. I threw up anything I was able to get down. I was a mess. The only thing that saved my sanity was MP’s presence. Once again, she refused to leave me, sitting patiently for hours while I wrestled with the injustice of what had happened. Finally, unable to stomach the stench of my body she led me to the shower and washed me. I protested but my words fell on deaf ears. She used her limited telepathy to insist. In the shower she first washed and then shaved me. For the first time in over a week I almost looked and felt human. I dressed and went down to the kitchen to eat. My mother was there waiting for me. She said nothing but hugged me and kissed my cheek. I knew I was going ...