Chapter 1

I charmed all of them.

I noticed their faces, but paid very little attention to them. From the moment I walked into the hospital I felt them staring at me. Young and old, intelligent and stupid, they were desirous of a woman that I incarnated and not the woman that I actually was. It isn't that I'm pretty and have a body that is alive and attractive, but my main appeal was in their imagination. I guess it is true that I far outshone the usual nurse that works in a hospital and my tanned and shapely legs have been gazed upon time and time again.

My eyes are green and my hair is blond. Many have told me that my mouth is particularly full and I represent their ideal of a sexual companion. I have known this too long, for I have learned many things for my 24 years of age. I cannot really say what I think in public for I haven't the force of character to do so. For me, whether is it matter of women or men they are simply creatures of pleasure and their principal aims are the same: sexual delights, egotistically attained.

I have always asked myself what they could be thinking when I passed by their beds and vaguely remarked their lust.

In the waiting room, one of the sick drew my attention.

He was a handsome Latin-type with an extraordinary expression of sensuality. He was wearing a white sheet-like garment, which all patients must don before they are examined. When I walked past, his intrument sprang up to such proportions that it seemed to break through the white frock.

He was truly superb with his thin face and brown coloring. His eyes were brown and glowed like stars. The swarthy man was gifted with heavy shoulders and dark hair that topped his head like the wing of a raven. His hands were large and his fingers long and sensitive.

Because of his presence, the others were like extras in a play and they composed the background.

I tried to hide my sentiments and I made believe a certain obligation to duty was my sole concern. I played the role of a good nurse. And after all, I was an accomplished one. My time was spent in the hospital. And if I could find good sport there as well as my routine work all the better. My patients would usually look very sad when I approached them or they would laugh and after I would pass by, one would whisper to the other; I'd like to give a good screw to that nurse.

And they were right. Here they were in the hospital away from their women and they were overcharged with sperm and their minds were invaded with thoughts of love.

Having the habit of dissimulating my thoughts as I would walk from aisle to aisle, I gave proof of my assurance through the tone of my voice and the carriage of my body. In the corner of the room I spotted my favorite, Gino.

Near the exit door his bed was prepared. He didn't say a word and just waited patiently. I don't know whether the other bed-ridden clients were aware of my interest, but I tried to hide it with my best detachment. I wanted him to know me. But I remained calm and collected and gave my time to the others.

I had the impression that everything was going to go very smoothly. I looked at my patients as though they were the hors-d'oeuvres and that my husky Italian would be the dessert. The stage was set.

Finally I reached his bed. I was quite aware that the others were following my every move with their lustful thoughts. They looked me over with their sick desirous eyes and this gave me all the courage I needed to muster up a good show for them.

I loved to be noticed. A quick sentiment of voluptuousness possesses me when I think that there are at least a dozen men right at this moment who want me. I could almost feel their hot breath upon me. I become excited merely because they are so excited. I don't know what is exactly going on in their minds, but my mind is all ablaze and I invent the positions in which they desire me.

Now I was in front of him. He scanned me over with his languorous dark eyes. He seemed to be suffering. He was feverish and the intensity of his look scared me.

And already this lad had gained my pity. And under the sheet his prick stood straight up softly menacing me. The arm was vigorous and I gathered its strength with my first glance.

"Hello Gino," I said.

"Hello, nurse," he returned.

His voice was hardly audible and I had the feeling that he wanted to put his entire soul in the two words that he uttered. There was even a declaration of love attached.

"How are you today?" I ventured the usual question.

"A great deal better, thank you," he said.

"The doctor said that I'll be able to leave to leave tomorrow." And he said this with a certain regret.

I didn't want to hear this. I was under the notion that he was going to stay on indefinitely and that I would have the time to enjoy many moments of exaltation with this charming fellow. But he was going to leave me, just like the others who had pleased me and who I wanted to keep for a longer time. It was difficult to think that tomorrow his bed would be occupied by someone else. Maybe it would be an old man or a youngster and he would force me to think upon the beauty that was now before me.

In spite of myself, I leaned toward him. I had never before been so close to him. His breath burned me and his mouth hungered to kiss me.

"You're going to leave me then," I said offering him my disappointment.

My words were of no importance and what was essential was my hand which found its way toward the lump under the sheet.

"Yes Miss, unfortunately."

I knew that he also regretted having to leave and it was all because of me. I was cowardly and did not want to take any needless risks. In order to hide my trouble and comfort him, I tried to justify my presence at his bedside.

"You know I am happy for you. You will be able to see your friends and work again. There will be healthy air and that will do you a lot of good."

I wasn't really thinking of a word I was saying. My sentences must have been incoherent, without any real sense at all. All my thought was under that cover with my hand which was caressing the stiff member of the handsome Gino. I stroked the stem and then fondled the balls and then rubbed my delicate fingers around the head. This apparently delighted him for he looked up at me, surprised and enchanted at the same time.

He probably was waiting a long time for these caresses and now they didn't seem natural to him. They were what he wanted and now this reality conformed to his innermost desire.

I grasped his stock and he wriggled a bit and then I saw him bare his teeth and I was afraid he was going to moan his pleasure.

His nostrils contracted and his breathing became heavier and more ardent. I had just wanted to touch the Italian's penis to confirm its reality. The only wish that was in my head was to keep my friendship with him. I saw what he wanted and I began to jerk him off.

But I was risking everything. The rules of the hospital restricted any friendly contact between nurse and patient, what would they think of the love act committed in the ward? It would be a disaster.

Suddenly I lifted my hand from beneath the cover and he opened his eyes in surprise. He seemed to be asking why had I not continued? He had a suffering twist to his lovely mouth.

"I'm sorry Gino." It was all I could say.

He sighed. His friends in the room could easily have thought that it was a sigh arising from a certain pain.

I hoped he would understand why I had to stop. His own deception had caused me to suffer with him. The caresses that I had offered him had even made me dizzy with strange wonderful sensations.

I left the room with quick steps as though nothing had transpired. It was the first time that I had let myself go to such a degree that it may have imperiled my job. If the head nurse had seen me, I would have surely lost my job.