"The naughty nurse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fox Duncan)

CHAPTER EIGHT

In her room in the nurses' quarters, Lorraine stood staring out the window. Smoke from her cigarette stung her eyes. She dragged on it nervously. The glass of Scotch was cold against her naked ribs – she was wearing only her bra and panties, and had one arm defensively across her bare midriff. Beside the ashtray stood the contraband bottle of Scotch. After what she had done already, what did it matter if she violated the ban on booze?

"Hi," Joyce said from the doorway.

"Hi," Lorraine grunted, not turning around.

"God, what a shift!" Joyce sighed. "Ugh! We had two cardiac arrests. I feel like I've been in a pressure cooker."

"Thought you said it was another quiet night."

"It had been, up till then. I need a shower."

Lorraine's gloom-racked mind wondered absently why Joyce showered so much.

"Still haven't fixed the air conditioning, dammit," Joyce complained, coming back into the room. "I think it's a plot by the interns to get a free skin show. Keep standing at that window and you'll have all of them over here with their cocks hanging out. There any yogurt left?"

"Dunno."

"I thought you stopped smoking," Joyce said from the kitchenette. "Hey, you left the ice out."

Half melted cubes tinkled in Lorraine's glass as she took a big swallow of Scotch. It was her second ass… or maybe her third?

"Holy shit! You're drinking!" Joyce said around a mouthful of yogurt.

"Actually, I'm trying to get drunk," Lorraine said bitterly.

"Well, whoopee, let me get out my grass!" Joyce said cheerily. "Miss Ice finally breaks down! Wait'll the rest of the girls hear about this."

Lorraine turned and looked at her roommate. Joyce, wearing only a pair of flowered bikini panties that hugged the mound of her pussy tightly, was looking at Lorraine worriedly.

Joyce's short, straight brown hair was still wet from the shower. It was parted and combed like a boy's. It emphasized the graceful length of her neck, the boyishness of her trim, petite body.

"Hey, you're really crashing, aren't you?" Joyce observed seriously.

Lorraine turned back to the window, and took another swallow of Scotch. Then she reached for the bottle. It slipped from her grasp, tipped over.

"You've had enough," Joyce said, corking the bottle of Scotch and setting, it on the floor. Then she gently removed the sodden, half smoked cigarette from Lorraine's hand and added it the pyramid of butts.

Lorraine let herself be herded to the shower.

"When you break, you sure do it up fine," Joyce muttered. "Come on, you need a shower – you smell like a stale fish and Scotch."

"Don't like showers," Lorraine muttered as she was urged over the edge of the tub and under the pounding spray. Her roommate dragged her panties down and off and then undid the hooks of her bra.

"Get in there," Joyce ordered, giving Lorraine a shove. "I guess another shower won't hurt me, too."

After stripping off her own panties, Joyce stepped into the tub and slid the door closed. Joyce's hands were strong and determined. Lorraine was shoved under the spray, and turned around and around, first one way and then the other. The jet of water spattered her tits, then her asscheeks and back. When the water ripped over her tits, her nipples stiffened abruptly. The feel of Joyce's firm hands made Lorraine painfully aware of her nakedness.

The spinning and turning was too much for Lorraine's over-loaded stomach suddenly. She threw up. Joyce made a face and stood back out of the way until the spasms passed, then turned Lorraine and let the shower rinse away the foulness. "Christ, as if I didn't have enough on the ward," Joyce grumbled.

"Just let me drown," Lorraine moaned. She tried to sink down so she could sit.

"No, now stand up, damnit," Joyce swore. "Got to get you cleaned up." Taking the soap, she quickly lathered Lorraine's face. "Keep your eyes closed, stupid!"

Lorraine stopped trying to sit down. She let herself be turned so the shower rinsed the soap off her face. Joyce's hands touched her tits, and Lorraine felt a wave of heat sweep through her whole body. Her tits felt like hard pebbles under Joyce's palms. Lorraine felt her tits being molded, squeezed, lifted and pressed.

"God, have you ever got a body!" Joyce murmured. "Makes me drool."

The hands left her tits, and Lorraine felt a surge of disappointment. The pleasant feelings faded. She was turned, and her back was being washed. Then her ass was being massaged by soapy hands. She liked having her asscheeks pressed and massaged the way her tits had been.

"Look at that ass," Joyce sighed. "Yum! It's no wonder Stern spends half his shift at your station."

Soapy hands slithered between Lorraine's tits stroked the crack of her ass. Another wave of heat surged through her. She remembered Angelo's thumbs parting and plumbing Kathy Dell's asshole, and felt her pussy drooling hotly.

Joyce finished with Lorraine's ass. Lorraine's pleasure faded as the hands slid down tier graceful legs.

"Smells like stale fish," Joyce muttered. "Spread your legs."

Lorraine spread her legs eagerly. Joyce's fingers lathered Lorraine's bush. Lorraine was rocked by waves of heat. Her cunt was pressed and rolled, and her cunt-lips were parted. Lust flooded through her.

"Even your cunt is soft and delicious," Joyce muttered. "Jeez, you've got equipment in places where I don't even have places. And you don't even use it."

Joyce was kneeling as she carefully washed her roommate's pussy. Lorraine was being carried along on a wave of fire as Joyce's fingers probed and explored her hot slippery cunt-flesh, rolled and tormented her aroused clit. Joyce brushed over her piss-hole, explored the gates of her cunt.

Lorraine had a sudden overwhelming urge to pee. Before she could control it, she felt the first hot, stinging trickle. "Look out," she croaked as the flood burst from her twat.

"Ooops," Joyce responded as the yellow flood poured over her hands and arms. "Oh, well. It'll wash off."

"I'm sorry," Lorraine apologized groggily.

"That's okay. Nurses are used to getting pissed on," Joyce said casually. "Kind of kinky, really." She went back to washing her roommate's pussy.

Lorraine trembled.

"Oh, missed your asshole," Joyce muttered. "Beg pardon, 'your anus'."

Excitement surged through Lorraine. A hard, soapy finger touched tier asshole! Her asscheeks clenched at the probing touch.

"Damnit, don't shit on me, too," Joyce grumbled.

"I won't," Lorraine managed to groan. "Oooooh!"

"Like that, huh? Well, so do I, sometimes," Joyce muttered.

Lorraine wanted to beg Joyce to do anything she wanted, but her fear of being thought a lesbian made her throat knot.

Joyce probed into the hot, slippery tunnel of Lorraine's cunt, and Lorraine was engulfed by waves of fire.

Joyce pumped her thumb in and out of Lorraine's streaming twat. "Might as well explore all avenues."

Lorraine relaxed as a soapy finger probed her asshole, twisted slowly into her tight bung bored up into her shitter. Lorraine tipped her head back. A finger hit her clit. Lorraine convulsed as an electric jolt ripped along her nerves.

A finger pumping in her asshole, a thumb in her cunt, and her clit being rolled against her pubic arch, Lorraine was in heaven. She was grunting and whining as her pleasure soared. She felt the flame of her orgasm blossoming through her body, felt her cunt flooding, her asshole spasming. The signs of her coming had to be obvious. But Joyce showed no sign of dismay.

"That's it, that's it," Joyce murmured. "That's my girl."

The pleasure faded, and Lorraine's exhausted muscles relaxed. She slumped wearily as the finger left her ass, the thumb slithered out of her cunt. Her pussy-lips closed.

Joyce got to her feet. "Let's get the soap off you. How do you feel?"

Lorraine thought a minute. "Horrible."

They got out of the shower.

"You fall apart and I got to work harder," Joyce muttered as she rubbed Lorraine briskly with a towel. "God knows, no one else would cover for me the way you do."

"You cover for me, too," Lorraine said as they stood naked in the small bathroom.

"Here, take these," Joyce said, giving Lorraine two aspirin, a vitamin pill, and a stomach mint. "What a long lunch break!"

"I haven't had lunch in days," Lorraine said sourly.

"Come on, let's go in the bedroom," Joyce exclaimed. "Jeez, I wish they'd get the air conditioning fixed! Thank God it isn't too hot." She pulled down the covers on her bed. "Lie down while I get some goodies. Then we'll talk."

Lorraine lay down on Joyce's bed. She wasn't sure she wanted to talk. But her resistance had been sapped by the events of the past few days.

Joyce came back in the room with an ashtray, tobacco pouch, and cigarette papers. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she carefully rolled two cigarettes.

"Here," she said, handing one to Lorraine.

"I'd rather smoke my own."

"It's grass, dummy," Joyce snorted. "It'll help your hangover. Lemme use part of the pillow."

Joyce's shoulder and upper arm pressed against hers. Out of the corner of her eye, Lorraine could see the alert buds of Joyce's tits, the gentle mounds of her small tits.

"Take a deep drag and hold it in," Joyce ordered, lighting Lorraine's reefer. "Then give it to me."

"What's the other one for?" Lorraine asked. She felt a strange lightness surge through her as she exhaled the faded blue smoke.

Joyce's eyes were closed. She handed the weed back. "For when this one is done," she answered. "Oooooh, that's good."

For a while all the two naked women did was just smoke.

As the second reefer passed back and forth, Lorraine told her roommate about what had happened since Stern's fondling had released her pent-up lust. Without thinking about it, Lorraine let her leg rest against Joyce's.

"I'm falling out of bed," Joyce complained, easing her arm around Lorraine's neck.

"Sorry," Lorraine apologized, lifting her head and slipping her arm under Joyce's back.

"It's okay," Joyce said. Her forearm brushed Lorraine's soft tits, made her tits burn and harden. "So, you were horny – which is understandable – and you did something about it."

"But with patients," Lorraine groaned. "And kids, at that!" She sucked in smoke and felt herself floating higher.

"Huh, wish I had the chance," Joyce said blurrily. "I wish Stern felt that way about me. Or Mansfield, even." Joyce snorted. "At least then I might get fucked once in a while. With the damn night shift and all the overtime, I haven't had a date in months. And, as for getting fucked, forget it. For someone who used to get fucking regularly, it's really hard. If it wasn't for my hand, I'd be climbing the walls."

"You masturbate?" Lorraine asked. If she hadn't been so stoned, she would have been shocked.

"Hand job after hand job," Joyce answered. "But it isn't the same as a cock, or even a tongue. Shit, and I thought you were horny and kindly brought you off in the shower."

"But it didn't do anything for me," Joyce sighed. "Except leave me hornier than ever." Handing the half-smoked reefer back to Lorraine, she reached down and stroked her brown-fuzzed pussy.

Lorraine sucked in a lungful and held it until her head was swimming. "Doesn't seem fair," she mumbled as she exhaled.

"No," Joyce agreed. "You owe me one."

"But I don't have a cock," Lorraine observed.

"There's a vibrator in the drawer," Joyce answered, motioning toward the bedside table. "And, you've got hands and a tongue – if you're willing to use 'em. If not, I'll just do myself."

Joyce's fingers were gently tickling Lorraine's tit, making it squirm and burn.

Lorraine's head felt like a balloon full of helium. The reefer scorched her fingers as she took one last drag. She held her breath. Joyce inspected the roach and stubbed it out unhappily. "I wanted that last drag! And I think I'll get it!"

She lifted herself, rolled toward Lorraine.

Lorraine felt lips touch hers and jerked with surprise. Then, as a wave of pleasure burned through her, she let Joyce pry her lips apart. The smoke in her lungs seeped to her mouth, was drawn from her by Joyce's sucking mouth.

Lorraine's lust blazed higher and higher. Joyce's hand began stroking her, hard tits pressed against Lorraine's soft, cushiony ones, and a slender, graceful leg sneaked over her thigh. A pussy was rubbing Lorraine's thigh as her own cunt pressed Joyce's leg.

Lorraine took the marijuana smoke back from Joyce as the kiss went on and on. Lorraine explored her friend's mouth with her tongue. Lorraine liked the feel of Joyce's slender body on hers. Joyce was slowly and languidly rubbing her twat on Lorraine's thigh. Lorraine's hips were humping as she moved her thigh in response to Joyce's need.

Joyce at last broke the kiss, lifted her head and looked at Lorraine. "The vibrator?" she asked desperately.

"Anything you want," Lorraine answered. "Anything."

Joyce reached over to the table. "Yeah, well, I won't ask you to piss on me now, since it'd get my bed wet. Sometime I'd like to try it again, though." It didn't seem crazy. Lorraine felt an irresistible desire for her roommate. The marijuana and booze had swept away her inhibitions. She was ready to do anything, anything at all.

"Just lie back," Lorraine said, taking the long quivering vibrator from Joyce. Lorraine sat up and began teasing the shivering tip around Joyce's mouth, then over her lips. Gently, she pressed the shuddering end between Joyce's lips. Joyce let the crazy quivering electric cock slip into her mouth. Her face flushed with lust as she sucked on the machine.

Lorraine shifted the shuddering cylinder, to Joyce's tits. Joyce squirmed. First one tit, then the other, was probed with the shivering, rounded point of the electric dick.

Lorraine slid the vibrating plastic cock down her roommate's flat tummy, skated down to her belly button. Joyce's mouth gaped as she groaned, begged for a cock to be jammed into her cunt. Her knees bent, her legs spread, Joyce opened her cunt, invited Lorraine to rape her with the machine.

"In the drawer – grease," Joyce groaned.

Lorraine switched off the vibrator. She carefully smeared the ivory cylinder with cream. Then, tauntingly, she held it in front of Joyce's passion-glazed eyes. Joyce's lips looked moist and soft.

Switching the vibrator back on, Lorraine slid it down through Joyce's light-brown pussy hair. She plowed a furrow along Joyce's cunt. She drove the shivering point against the girl's cunt. Pleasure flared on Joyce's face as her body writhed.

Lorraine nestled the shaking vibrator in Joyce's cunt, angled it, and slowly drove it up into Joyce's cunt. Joyce spread her legs.

Lorraine's tits were hard with excitement as she raped her friend with the machine. Lorraine could see how the shaking of the vibrator was making Joyce's cuntlips shiver. Lorraine could feel how Joyce's clit was quaking and burning. Joyce was rolling her head from side to side. She was clutching her tits.

Then, reaching up blindly, she grabbed Lorraine's head and dragged her down for another hot, sucking kiss. Then she looked deep into Lorraine's eyes. "Eat me," she groaned. "Suck my cunt."

Lorraine hesitated a second, then began easing the vibrator in and out of Joyce's cunt in a fucking motion. Lorraine bent her head to Joyce's cunt. Lorraine could see the flaring, aroused inner petals of pink, could see where the vibrator entered Joyce's hole. Still pumping the machine in and out, Lorraine put her lips to Joyce's cunt and sought her clit. She captured the berry, sucked on it, tasted Joyce's hot juices. Drawing on Joyce's cunt, Lorraine tongued it and tongued it and tongued it. At the same time, she fucked the vibrator in and out of Joyce's curd.

"Eat me, eat me, eat me!" Joyce whined. "Give me your cunt! Give me your cunt!"

Obediently, Lorraine squirmed around until she was straddling Joyce's face. Lorraine's hips were dragged down, and then a tongue ripped into her twat, and her cunt convulsed with lust. Still eating and fucking Joyce, Lorraine let her pussy be ravaged. A tongue was plunging in and out of her cunt. Her clit was being mangled. Fingers were prying and working at her ass. Then a finger drilled into her asshole. Lorraine nearly died with pleasure.

Joyce's ass was tight and hard. There, inches from Lorraine's eyes, was the brownish pucker of Joyce's asshole. Lorraine drew the vibrator out of Joyce's cunt.

Madly, Lorraine set the buzzing tip on Joyce's pucker, drove it slowly up into her asshole. She watched Joyce's anus being pried open by the shivering machine, watched the wrinkles disappear, watched the ring of muscle slowly stretch and embrace the thrusting, shaking electric cock.

Joyce's mouth went mad on Lorraine's cunt. Two fingers were digging into Lorraine's asshole. Then Joyce's mouth left Lorraine's cunt and her fingers left her bottom. Then a hot, squirmy tongue drilled into her blazing asshole. Lorraine buggered Joyce with the vibrator and sucked on Joyce's clit until they both collapsed in a naked, shivering heap. That was the last thing Lorraine remembered.

When she woke up, she was still tangled head to crotch with Joyce. The soiled, greasy vibrator lay on the bed. The batteries had gone dead. Joyce was sleeping peacefully.

Carefully, Lorraine got up and took the vibrator to the bathroom. After showering, she washed off the vibrator. Back in the bedroom, she looked at Joyce, who was now awake.

"We're disgusting," Lorraine observed.

"Wonderful, wasn't it?"

"Yes," Lorraine admitted. "But, I'm not queer."

"Neither am I. I'm just liberated. I love who I want, when I want, the way I want."

"You're from a different generation than I am," Lorraine observed sadly.

"You can learn, can't you?"

"Can't teach an old dog new tricks."

"You're not old, and you're certainly not a bitch," Joyce retorted.

"Relax. Enjoy. Don't worry! I won't hold this over you. And it'll never happen again, unless you want it to."

"Promise?"

"Promise," Joyce assured her. "Just one condition."

"What's that?"

"I'll have to want it to happen, too."

"I'm going to ask for a transfer from Pediatrics," Lorraine said suddenly. "That'll mean a shift change, probably. We won't see as much of each other."

"Why do that? Because of this?"

Lorraine shook her head. "No, because of what I've done with Jimmy and Angelo."

"So, what have you done?" Joyce asked. "You've given a dying kid the thrill of his life, and a potential paraplegic reassurance. Think it over, at least, okay?"

"Well…"

"Give it a week."

"I'll think about it," Lorraine said at last. "I'll think about it."