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CHAPTER THREE

Sarah and Ruth became friends quickly. Sarah always enjoyed her shift when it was with Ruth. Ruth was so honest, so openly sexy. She was just the way Sarah wanted to be. She liked Elaine, too, but Elaine was a little harder to get to know, a little stuck-up. And Elaine was married.

Ruth told Sarah she should move away from home and get away from the old folks. "Goddamn, honey, how can you stand it?" she asked.

Ruth came up with the idea of them sharing apartment. Ruth was five years older than Sarah but felt she needed her expert guidance when it sine to men. Ruth had met Barry and rolled her eyes skyward at the thought of him. Besides, she was tired of living alone. Two sexy, swinging chicks could really make out, and together they could afford a nice place.

Sarah was thrilled with the idea, but she knew she would have a real fight with her parents, especially if they saw Ruth. She mentioned it to Barry and he was appalled. He didn't like Ruth, he thought she was too fast. And why pay for an apartment when she could live at home for nothing? Sarah didn't mention it to him again, but she knew she was going to do it somehow – and in the near future. Then she could do whatever she wanted every night – smoke at home, even drink, if she wanted to.

Sarah was thinking of the joys of having her own place when the little light blinked on. She pressed the button. "Yes?" she said.

"Will someone come down and empty this damn pee bottle? It's running over."

"I'll get it," she said and released the button. "It's Wilkins in 214. He needs help, as usual."

She left the station and went briskly down the hall. Wilkins was in bad shape, both legs and both arms in casts. He was a middle-aged man and he was always cranky. He'd been in the hospital long enough so that the worst pain was over. But he still always found something to bitch about: the food stinks, the service stinks, bring me this, bring me that, help me pee, scratch my back. It was always something. Sarah simply managed to avoid him most of the time.

"About time you got here," he snorted when she entered his room.

Sarah smiled and took the bottle into the toilet and emptied it, and rinsed it out.

"Do you need to go?" she asked.

"Hell yes, I need to go. Why do you think I was shoutin' for you?"

"Do you need any help?"

Wilkins flushed. He could manage on if he had to, but it was a hell of a chore. "Well, it's easier with help," he said. "You nurses run in and run right back out, leaving a man helpless. What do ya do all day, loaf around the halls? Probably got a card game going or play footsie with the interns."

"No, I was eating chocolates and reading a magazine," she snorted and flipped up his gown. "It was a sex magazine and I was playing with myself. I was about to come and it sure made me mad when, you buzzed."

Wilkins flushed. "I… I…" he stammered. Sarah suppressed a grin. She had heard Ruth use that exact line the other day. She would never have had the nerve to say it herself except Wilkins made her so mad with his shiny attitude. She was glad now that she had. It sure had cooled him off in a hurry.

She took his shriveled prick in her hand and guided it to the mouth of the bottle.

"Haven't seen much of you around here," he said, his tone of voice completely changed.

"Of course not," she snapped. "You're so Goddamned cranky I avoid you. Now pee." She shook his cock in the bottle.

Wilkins started to say something, stopped, and started peeing. He looked beat.

She let him finish, then wiped him with a tissue and took the bottle into the toilet and emptied it again. She returned, but instead of covering him, took hold of his cock again.

"You're kind of cute when you're not mad," she said. She felt pretty frisky.

"So are you, even when you're mad," Wilkins said weakly. A nurse had never touched him like that before.

Sarah went to the door and pushed it shut. She returned to the bed and put her hand on his cock again. "You won't be able to do this for a while," she said, and started to stroke his cock.

Wilkins sputtered and stared at her in disbelief. "Just relax, Mr. Wilkins. I'll make you feel good."

She held his balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the other. It took a few moments for him to get over his shock and respond, but at last his prick started swelling fat and hard. Sarah felt her excitement grow along with the prick in her hand. Yes, she had a penis fixation, all right. And she had no intention of losing it. She stared at the cockhead bulging from her fist as it swelled like a fat, ripe, little plum.

"Oh, God," Wilkins moaned, "this is the best thing that ever happened to me."

"It'll get better, too. Just lay there and enjoy it," Sarah said.

Sarah's pussy tingled, the nerves dancing with excitement. She was hoping it would be good enough to make her come – she really needed to come. The last time she had jerked off a patient was with the big construction worker. And her last come had been with Barry two days earlier.

She felt the heat growing in her loins and impulsively reached up and started to unbutton her uniform. She got it open to her waist and, letting go of his cock, pulled down her bra until she had one fat, luscious tit free. The nipple stood out dark and firm. She stepped closer to his head, bent at the waist, and, cupping the tit in her hand, pressed it to his mouth.

"Suck me," she hissed, her hand reaching back down to grasp his prick.

Wilkins sucked hard. Sarah moaned softly, her hand moving steadily up and down on his prick. She would come, yeah, she would come, probably harder than old Wilkins who was all but biting her nipple. She wished her tit was full of milk so she could nurse him like a little baby.

Wilkins wasn't going to have any trouble coming, either. He could feel his nuts tightening and it was a marvelous feeling, and one long overdue. Wilkins was a bachelor and for many years had only gotten off by his own hand or with a prostitute. But this was better than both put together! He gave a sharp groan and his come poured out like warm syrup. It shot out of the hole, down over his cockhead and over Sarah's hand.

Sarah felt the warm come wetting her hand as Wilkins tugged hard on her nipple with his lips and teeth. Then she started coming. It wasn't the floating come like she had with Barry, but rather a sharp, hurting come that made her clit throb like a prick. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

Goddamn, it was so good! Her legs felt weak, almost numb, as another sharp burst echoed into the canyon of her cunt. Shit fire! If she only had a stiff cock in her! Once a week was just not enough.

She stood squeezing his cock while she regained her composure and finally looked down and saw the mess on her hand. It was in his hair, too, and had soaked the tail of his gown.

"It looks like you need a fresh gown," she said. "Right now, I don't need anything," Wilkins sighed. "God, lady, I wish I could fuck you."

"I wish you could, too… fuck me," she said. Sarah found she enjoyed saying it, especially since she was in no danger of his actually fucking her. She realized, though, that a couple of minutes earlier she would have let him, had he been able. She felt terribly wicked and found that she liked that, too.

She cleaned him up and instructed him to act as if it never happened. If she was found out, she would be tired and could never jerk him off again.

Later, everyone on the ward commented on how human old Wilkins had become. He was almost pleasant, almost.

The following week, Sarah started working nights. It was different and seemed much longer.

Unlike days, there was little activity. It was semi-dark, quiet, and almost everyone was asleep, including some of the nurses. Ruth hadn't drawn the same shift and that made it more boring. She was with an old gal who ate candy all the time and was incredibly lazy. What work there was, she gladly let Sarah do it.

She smoothed back his hair and caressed his cheeks. "Were you dreaming about your fall?"

"No, it was just one of those scary, disjointed things. Probably front all the stuff they gave me." He put his good hand over hers and ran his finger tips up her arm.

"Don't, Mr. Olsen," she said.

"You're so beautiful. I noticed you even when I was hurting so much earlier this evening. I don't hurt now. You made the pain go away."

Sarah's whole body tingled. Chris Olsen was a good looking young man, about twenty-six, robust – and muscular. And he was intact, except for the cast on his left arm. He continued to smooth his fingers up and down her arm and her mouth was dry, her heart pounded.

"I'd better get you a fresh gown," she said a little too loudly and pulled away.

She got the gown and laid it on the foot of the bed.

"Here, let's get this wet thing off," she said.

She had him raise up and undid the ties, then stripped the gown off. She looked at his smooth, hard body as it glistened in the dim glow from the night light. She glanced downward and saw his thick clump of pubic hair and his thick cock poking out, limp across one thigh.

She had brought a small towel, too, and started to wipe his broad chest. "Better dry you off a little first," she said. She dried his chest and stomach and then left the towel half covering his groin while she moved her hands sensuously back up his stomach and over his, chest.

"You're so strong," she said softly.

"I keep in shape," he replied, his hand on her arm again.

She continued to massage his chest, not really realizing when he started feeling her tits. She knew she should stop him, but it felt too good. It was just exactly what she always wanted Barry to do, to squeeze her tits and bunch them through her dress. It made her nipples rub against her bra and start to tingle.

"Oh, Mr. Olsen," she sighed softly and bent forward until their lips met.

They kissed several times, each time with more intensity. "Oh, Mr. Olsen," she sighed again.

"Get on the bed with me," he said.

"Oh, dear, I can't… I really shouldn't," she protested, yet found herself moving up beside him.

She stretched herself out on the bed, her arm around his neck, her other hand on his belly. They kissed again and then she felt his hand inside her uniform. His fingers felt so cool and nice on her skin. She brought her hand up from his belly and opened her uniform all the way down the front.

She felt his hand at her side and then on her back. She hunched a little. "Can you reach the clasp?" she whispered.

He reached the clasp and her bra came loose. His hand came back to her free tits and felt and squeezed them.

"Squeeze my nipples," she said, her hand back on his belly, her fingers nuzzling at the top of his pubic hair.

They lay like this for a long time, her hand inches from his cock, his hand at her tits, their mouths searching, kissing, nibbling. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she tensed, it was her first French kiss but she quickly relaxed and drew his tongue in.

Sarah felt an intense thrill when his hand left her tits and moved down her belly. His fingers played at her belly button for a moment, then slid inside her panties. Her own hand slid down and gripped his prick.

"Oh… you're so hard!" she cried.

"Hell yes, I'm hard! Didn't you expect it?"

"Yes, I expected it," she said and started to stroke his cock.

His fingers were now at her pussy, sliding the length of her cunt cleft, pressing her clit and probing at her cunt hole. She was wet and growing wetter. She had never done anything like this before not even with Barry. But it was the way she had always wanted to make love with Barry and let herself go, feeling the excitement grow and tingle.

His cock was completely hard and she wanted it, wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything. The thought of being completely unfaithful to Barry, of going all the way with this man, flashed through her mind. She knew it was now or never.

She sat up quickly. "Here, let me get my pants off," she said.

She awkwardly slid her slacks over her hips and pushed them on down until she could get one foot out. One foot free was enough. She was able to open her legs to this man.

She didn't spread her legs, though. Instead, she rolled over on top of him and straddled his hips with her open cult.

"Just lie still, Olsen. I'll fuck you," she said, surprising even herself.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me," Olsen gasped. "Jesus, you hot-assed nurse!"

Sarah found his rigid cock with her hand ad squatted over his stiff prick. She played with her cunt with his wet cocktip for a few seconds but nuzzling her tingling pussy. His cock was larger than Barry's, yet slid into her incredibly easy. She gave a little gasp when the fat cock knob spread her cunt lips and pushed inside.

"Oh, Goddamn it, Olsen, that feels so good!" she cried and let her hips down, slowly pushing the wonderful prick into her cunt. "I want to feel it all inside me for a bit. Then I'll lay on you and we can fuck and fuck and fuck," she moaned.

"Aw, Christ yes…" was all he could say.

She felt his whole prick inside her and grunted with pleasure. It was lots bigger than Barry's and felt much better, too. Of course, she had never had Barry's cock in this position or so deep inside her pussy. It was a new, thrilling, excruciatingly good experience.

She rode on his cock for almost a minute before she foil forward, pressing her tits hard against his firm chest. Their mouths met again as she started moving, lifting with her thighs.

His cock went into her cunt, almost slid out, then eased back in again, the thick shaft sliding hard against her clit. She found a rhythm she particularly liked and lay on him, fucking steadily, the good feeling growing stronger and stronger. "Don't come too quick," she gasped.

"I can hold out a long time in this position if you want."

"I want," she said.

She went into an intense orgasm, but controlled herself and kept an even, steady pace. It made her come last for a long, long time, and it still felt good, even as it subsided. She continued fucking him and soon realized she could come again if he held out a little longer. She had never thought it possible.

"I can come again if you can last just a little longer," she gasped. She was breathing hard, increasing her speed in her urgency to come again.

"Not too much longer," Olsen said.

"Oh, Goddamn, it feels so good!" she cried and sat up, thrusting his cock all the way in.

She bounced wildly, the sweetness of her orgasm encouraging her. She heard him growl as he lunged up with his hips and she knew he was there, too. The sensation of his wet come squirting in her cunt was enough to bring her a third time. It was almost too much and she fell forward again, riding weakly on what was left of his hard-on. She finally stopped moving and lay gasping for air.

"You really come, don't you, lady?" he said, his own breath short and rasping.

"Yes, yes! I love it," she cried.

His prick finally slipped out of her cunt and she could feel his come leaking out. She liked that feeling, too. Barry had been cheating her.

She lay on top of him for a long time, kissing and caressing him. She moved her hand between their sweating bodies and held his shriveled, gooey cock. She was sure now that she could never get too much fucking. She seemed to want his cock just as much as she had when she was in full heat, riding hard for a come.

"My arm hurts a little," Olsen said.

She realized then where she was and what she had done. She had taken no precautions. The door stood wide open, there was a patient in the next bed and the curtain not drawn and she was practically naked on top of a patient.

She quickly moved from the bed. "Oh, dear," she said and rushed into the bathroom. It took several minutes for her to get herself straightened out. At least her uniform had been open and had not gotten too badly wrinkled.

She came back with a pan of warm water and quickly cleaned and gowned Mr. Olsen.

"My arm hurts," he said.

"I'll get you a pain pill," she said.

The hall was still dark and there was no one in sight. Lazy Edna was still asleep, snoring. Sarah sighed with relief and called the pharmacy for a pain pill.