"Hot pants nurse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jacobs M J)

CHAPTER ONE

Janice Roberts knew what was coming. She felt a shudder of disgust rush through her when she saw Dr. Clark sauntering down the hall toward her. He walked with the cocky air of a man who thought he could have anything he wanted, and Janice knew that he wanted her.

It wasn't that Janice wasn't interested in men.

Her womanly instincts were as easily aroused as any other thirty-three-year-old woman's. It was just that she had dedicated herself so completely to her nursing profession that there really wasn't any time in her life for men. She spent as much time at Harper General Hospital as she possibly could, long hours of hard work that most of her colleagues would have, shunned. She spent her spare time reading the latest medical journals and keeping abreast of new advances in the profession. She was the most knowledgeable nurse at Harper General, and the most frustrated.

Janice had been frustrated for most of her life, the result of the endless moralizing of her old-fashioned and restrictive parents. Her parents had built a wall around her, a wall that was supposed to protect her from the wickedness of the modem world. Ever since high school, she had been drilled in the wicked ways of men, the ways they had of making young girls compromise their morals. Janice hated to admit it even now, but she had always wanted her morals to be compromised.

Janice realized that her parents had recognized her natural desire to be loose. Faced with such tendencies, they had increased their efforts to isolate her from the world. They had fought against her desire to become a nurse, preferring that she spend the rest of her days in a convent. Only with the greatest of difficulty had she persuaded her parents to let her devote her life to nursing. Her choice of a profession had been accepted, as long as her dedication to it was to be complete.

Janice's parents had died two years earlier in an automobile accident, but the shadow they had cast over her still remained, although she thought she was beginning to see the glimmer of light from time to time. Janice knew that there was nothing now to keep her from living her life the way she wanted to live it, but casting off the shackles of her parents' ridiculous morality wasn't as easy as it seemed.

She wanted to look up and smile at Dr. Clark as he walked down the hall toward her. She wanted to let the sparkle in his blue eyes make her feel warm inside, but something kept her from letting go. She knew that he was interested in her, knew that he would jump at the chance to take her out. But what would she do if she let herself succumb to her desire for masculine warmth. Would he use her cruelly? Would he hurt her in the process of taking her virginity? These were questions she knew she should have asked herself years before, questions, however, that she would never have dared ask until now.

Janice wanted desperately to experience all the things she could have experienced years before, but she was afraid that it was too late. Her image of herself was far from attractive. She couldn't believe that any man could find her attractive. And yet, Dr. Clark wasn't the first man who had flirted with her. She was beginning to open up to the possibility that she really did have what it took to catch and hold a man's attention. She had no idea what she would do with his attention once she had caught it.

Janice had looked down at the floor as soon as she had seen the glimmer in his eye. She tried to return the smile he was flashing at her, but instead raised her head and stared defiantly ahead of her, clutching Mr. Dexter's file tightly and pretending not to have seen him.

Janice felt a shiver of fear pass through her when, instead of passing her by, Dr. Clark stopped and grasped her arm. His touch sent a shock through her body. She thought she would faint on the spot.

"Dr. Clark!" she gasped, her body stiffening.

"I just wanted to feel you to see if you're really flesh and blood under that uniform!" the handsome young doctor said.

"Please, Dr. Clark!" she said, her heart pounding.

"It's hard to believe that someone who feels so soft and warm could be so hard and cold outside!" the doctor said, his hand running down over her arm.

"But… I…" the frightened woman stumbled. "I'm not! Not really…"

"You've fooled me!" Dr. Clark said. "Why don't you look at me, Nurse Roberts? You have beautiful eyes. Blue, aren't they?" he asked softly, putting his hand under her chin and lifting her face toward his.

Janice wanted desperately to tell him she wasn't really cold, that she was aloof only through force of habit. She wanted to tell him that her heart fluttered every time she saw him. She wanted to tell him that she was terribly lonely and needed the warmth that he and many of the other doctors at the hospital seemed eager to give her. She wanted to throw her arms around the bold young man and tell him that she was his for the asking, but something held her tongue.

"A beautiful woman like you shouldn't hide in a hard shell. You should enjoy life, Nurse Roberts! You should let yourself go! Go out! Be a woman for a change instead of some kind of starched nurse doll! You're the mast beautiful woman at Harper General! Let yourself live!" Dr. Clark said with great sincerity.

"But I… I'm not… not beautiful." Janice stumbled, her eyes misting. "I'm… I'm plain."

"Come off it, lady!" the doctor laughed softly, his deep brown eyes glittering as she looked into them for the first time. "You can't fool anybody with this act! You can't hide a face like this by tying your hair back! And you sure can't hide a body like that under this uniform!"

Janice blushed uncontrollably. She had always wanted to hear the things Dr. Clark was telling her, even though he was embarrassing her terribly. Her womanly instincts were coming to life as he held her arm and forced her to recognize her femininity. She felt a strange warmth radiating from him, a warmth that coursed through her and went all the way to her young cunt.

"Please let me go, Doctor," she said weakly, her body shivering with strange excitement, her heart fluttering.

"I'll let you go, Nurse Roberts… Janice isn't it?" he said. "But I'll keep working on you until you agree to go out with me some night! Why not give up and make it tonight?"

"I… I can't… not… not tonight… I… I have an engagement!" Janice gasped.

Janice felt as if another pair of lips were forming her words. She tried to force the right words to escape her lips, the words that would tell her admirer that she was interested in him, but it was no use. She was refusing a man again, and it was tearing her up inside.

"Okay, Janice. Not tonight. But remember that I'm going to keep after you until I loosen you up a little. Think about it. It might be fun to let yourself live for once!" he said, finally releasing her arm and walking away.

It wasn't easy for Janice to get control of herself when Dr. Clark left her. She was shaky for an hour after the confrontation. She tried to get hold of herself by sifting in the nurses' lounge for awhile, but that wasn't good enough. There were too many nurses around and she thought she needed to be alone. It was rather obvious to everybody that Janice had a problem, and more than one of the nurses offered their understanding and help, but she was unable to accept. Finally she sneaked out of the place and leaned back against the wall outside, breathing deeply.

Her heart was still racing, her pussy still warm and tingling from the doctor's masculine touch. He had only touched her arm, and still her entire body felt as if it had come alive after a long sleep. She was at a loss to explain the way she felt. It was terribly confusing for her at first, but she soon came around to the conclusion that he had awakened in her some instincts that she had long denied. She was almost feeling that the experience might just turn out to be a good one when she heard her name mentioned in the nurses' lounge. She moved closer to the door and listened.

"Have you ever seen Janice with a man?" she heard a voice ask.

"Janice wouldn't know a man if one jumped on her, Della!" another voice said in a mocking tone.

"And I don't think that's likely to happen, girls!" another voice laughed.

"Certainly not! Good grief! The way she does her hair!" a voice that sounded a lot like Nurse Wade's laughed.

"And her attitude! She acts like an old lady! Do you know I don't think she's gone out with a man the whole time she's been at General!" another nurse laughed.

"I don't think we should be too hard on the poor dear!" a voice that Janice recognized as her friend Lois said softly. "She's a sweet person! She's just shy with men, that's all!"

"All the same, I think it's awful the way she hides behind that silly hairdo and those cold manners! You'd think she was made of wax!" another voice chided.

Janice had heard enough. She almost staggered away from the lounge, so shattered was she at hearing herself discussed so unkindly. She thought she could escape by walking away, but it was no use. She had to walk by the doctors' lounge, and what she overheard there made her gasp. She was being discussed by the doctors too!

"Hey, Joe, I saw you talking to Janice Roberts! What the hell was that all about?" a voice asked.

"Yea, Joe! Don't you know that Nurse Roberts talks to no man?" another masculine voice called.

"Hell, you guys, it's worth a try! She's a good-looking woman under that uniform and the granny hair!" Dr. Clark said.

"Oh, sure she is!" one of the doctors laughed.

"He's probably right, Ed!" someone else piped up. "She's got a beautiful ass on her!"

"Come to think of it, she does have some nice tits!" another doctor said.

"I asked her out three times, boys. It's like asking a mannequin out! I don't think she even heard me the first time!" Dr. James said, shaking his curly head.

"A woman like that is better left alone!" another doctor said with obvious contempt.

Janice had heard enough. Tears welled up in her eyes. So that was what her colleagues at the hospital thought of her. She knew that she was mousy, but she had no idea that she was talked about by her so-called friends. They laughed at her, considered her less than a woman. She was filled with anger, filled with the sudden desire to strike back.

Janice managed to keep her emotions under control until she left the hospital that evening. She went right home that night and had a good cry. It had been a long time since she had let her frustration out that way, and she felt much better afterwards.

It was strange, but Janice felt that she had discovered something about herself that day. She had reached the end of her rope. She would have to change her lifestyle, or suffer for the rest of her life in her self-imposed isolation. She realized that she had something of the feminine charm that other women had. Her only problem was that she was afraid, terribly afraid, to use it to her own advantage.

She stood before her full-length mirror, wiping the tears from her eyes and staring at herself. Her hair had fallen around her face, framing it. She had long beautiful hair, hair that should have been allowed to fall around her shoulders instead of being tied behind her head. She looked more like an old maid than a young woman. She picked up her brush and smoothed out her hair. She was quite satisfied with the result. But long flowing hair was not enough to change her self-image, she had to assess her other feminine attributes.

Her lips quivering, Janice took off her dress and posed before the mirror. She let her garment fall at her side. Turning, she realized that her body was much more beautiful than she had ever given herself credit for. She unfastened her bra and pulled it away, letting her full firm breasts burst free of their confinement. She lifted her breasts and watched as her nipples stiffened and stood out from her goose-pimpled aureoles. She thrust out her full firm tits and turned in profile. She was feeling more and more sure of herself all the time, more and more certain that she had what it took to attract and hold a man's attention.

She took a deep breath and dared to push her silk slip down over her curvy waist. She stepped out of it and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties. When she pushed the flimsy garment around her ankles she ran her hands over her naked thighs. They were soft and smooth, thighs that were meant to be felt by a man's hands. She tangled her fingers in the nest of dark brown hair between her legs. If only a man's fingers were playing there. Her pussy was heating up in spite of her efforts to control herself. She had masturbated many times before, but now she found herself longing for a man. She rubbed her furry cunt until she had to sit down. Her legs shook with excitement as she stimulated the dampening mound of her cunt.

She sat down on her vanity chair and spread her long lithe legs, opening her cunt obscenely. She knew that she should be ashamed of herself, but her mind was filled only with thoughts of hot sex. She was certain that she could drive a man wild by opening her legs so lewdly, knew that the sight of her hot wet cunt would drive a man mad with desire for her. She had what it took, and she had to allow herself to use it.

It was high time that she broke out of the shell that had held her prisoner for so long. As she played with the dewy lips of her cunt, she tried to imagine how it would be to have sex with a man. She imagined a man, a man like Dr. Clark on his knees between her spread legs, his tongue racing up and down between her dewy cunt lips.

Janice could almost feel his tongue tickling her little clit, making her hot twat shiver and shudder deep down inside. Sparks flew in her cunt. She felt tension building between her legs as she manipulated her seething pussy lips. Her imagination was filled with the most deliciously exciting images of fucking and sucking.

She felt Dr. Clark push his long eager tongue all the way inside her hot cunt-hole, licking her inner flesh and making her cunt flow with tasty honey. She felt him insert a finger in her twat and begin moving it in and out like a small stiff cock. She felt her cunt grasp the imaginary man's finger and hold it inside her.

"I need cock!" she heard herself moan in the heat of her self-stimulated passion. "Put it in me!"

The hot-assed woman felt Dr. Clark nibbling her hot little clit, actually felt his teeth against her sensitive cunt-flesh even though she was only imagining him there between her legs. She felt his lips pressed hard against her rubbery cuntlips, felt his finger still working inside her as he sucked and licked her hot pussy.

Janice closed her eyes tightly and imagined feeling the hard head of his swollen prick pushing against her naked cunt. She felt his lips pressed hard against her rubbery cuntlips, felt his finger still working inside her as he sucked and licked her hot pussy.

Janice closed her eyes tightly and imagined feeling the hard head of his swollen prick pushing against her naked cunt. She felt the heat of his cock searing into her seething cunt, seeming to melt her. Her cunt tightened as if to keep the imaginary cock out of her, tightened even though she wanted nothing more than to take his jerking rod inside her.

The wild sensations in her hot cunt were so real that she could hardly believe it. Her imagination was going wild with naked desire, desire that had been submerged for so very long. She knew that she would have jumped on any man and forced him to fuck her if one happened into her bedroom. She had never been so hot and horny in her life. She felt alive with a completely new set of feelings, the feelings of lust and feminine passion. If fucking was anything like she imagined, she would enjoy every minute of it.

"Fuck me hard, darling!" she heard herself beg as the imaginary cock pushed farther and farther into her hot cunt. "Move it inside me! I want it! I need it!" she gasped.

Her pussy seethed as Dr. Clark's swollen erection was suddenly thrust all the way into her clutching wet cunt-hole. She felt his smooth skinned cock stroking the red-hot flesh of her inner channel, felt his hairy balls slapping up against her cunt with each hard thrust into her.

The horny and frustrated young nurse reached down to her blazing pussy and began rubbing herself passionately as her imagination seethed with naked desire. She rubbed and pinched her clit until her cunt was on fire with lust. Surges of sexual electricity ran all over her body as her passion increased.

"Oh, fuck me! Screw the piss out of me! I need dick! I need a big hard cock buried in my fucking cunt! Give it to me! Oh, God! I've been so horny for so long!" she whimpered as her cunt grew hotter and hotter and her passions took complete control of her.

Dr. Clark's enormous cock continued to bang in and out of her seething sheath, driving her mad with lust. She saw herself wrapping her long lithe legs around his naked waist, saw herself holding the man to her powerfully as he pounded her cunt.

She looked up and saw other men surrounding her, hauling out their big cocks. There were interns, orderlies, doctors, hospital administrators, all the men who were close to her at the hospital, and all their cocks were as hard as rocks. They gathered around her, their pricks dripping with excitement. She felt herself reaching out to touch the many hard cocks that were presented to her.

Her fingers closed around first one naked cock and then another. She saw herself jerking the men off one by one until many of them had shot sperm all over her face and arms. She felt cocks rubbing against her naked tits, felt them rubbing against her silken thighs, felt them pressing hard against her trembling lips.

She imagined taking cocks into her pretty lips and sucking them until they filled her mouth with thick rich sperm. She imagined herself sucking and sucking until she had coaxed what seemed like gallons of hot cum out of the cocks that were presented to her.

She felt her pussy tighten around Dr. Clark's prick as his balls blew up and filled her cunt with sperm. She felt him pull out of her, felt another horny, hard-cocked doctor push his rampant erection between the lips of her sperm-filled cunt. She felt the cock racing in and out of her seething pussy until she was on the brink of maddening orgasm.

When her pussy flashed off, she almost fainted. She felt gushing sensations deep inside her, felt as if dams had suddenly burst within her. She felt shocks and tingles. She felt flames burst inside her. The sensations inside her grew to an unbearable intensity and then subsided slowly as she whimpered with utter delight.

As her lovely body relaxed, her vision faded. She opened her lovely eyes and realized once again that she was alone in her room, her eagerly working fingers diddling the lips of her luscious cunt. She had worked herself into a frenzy again and had brought herself to a flashing climax. But this time something was different about the experience. This time she didn't feel at all depressed after her act of self-manipulation. This time she felt that a whole new world could open up before her.

She could do all the daring things she had always wanted to try, if only she would cast off her inhibitions and jump headlong into the whirlpool of her lusts. That swirling whirlpool was awfully tempting all of a sudden. She would take the plunge, and she would start that very night. The stores were still open. She would have a lot of shopping to do. She would make herself the most tempting and seductive nurse that Harper General had ever seen.