Chapter 4
The day after Barbara got her fuck kicks from Jim, she met Sarah in the women's room, preparing for another day's work. It was the first time they had really had a chance to be alone after Barbara joined her emergency team with Dr. Ridgeman and Ward.
"Hi Sarah, how's it going?"
"Not too bad. Didn't get much sleep last night."
"Me neither."
"Oh yeah? Why not?"
"Oh, you know. Jim's a pretty demanding fellow."
Shit, Sarah thought. She got hers last night. Why didn't I get mine? It's not fair. It's not fucking fair.
"He certainly is a big man," Sarah said.
"In more ways than one."
Then why don't you stick to him and leave my Ward alone? But you know, I'd be willing to take a crack at Jim myself. I wonder.....
"How come you didn't sleep much?"
Sarah started to make up a fib, but just before she verbalized her thoughts, she changed her mind. "I was incredibly horny," she said resolutely. "I haven't had a fuck in ages."
"What about Ward?"
Then Sarah knew why she had told Barbara the truth. It was going to force the issue with her. "I should think you'd know as much about that as I do."
"Oh, I get it. You're holding back on Ward because you think he's after me."
"Think? His cock's hard every minute of the day thinking about your pussy."
"Well, if you must know, he hasn't spoken a word to me for over a week except hello and goodbye."
"I don't trust him, and I don't trust you either."
"Now that I can understand." She shrugged her shoulders. "What have you got to worry about? I don't mind telling you, you're an amazing looking chick. You should be able to keep things under control."
"Thanks a heap. Say listen, I'm hornier than a bitch without a mate. Can't you lay off my man?"
"You're talking to the wrong person. I've hardly said anything to encourage him."
"Words aren't necessary with your body."
"This complimenting is going too far, and besides," Barbara said, straightening her starched cap, "we're running late. Why don't we meet for lunch and continue our talk there?"
"Fine. Let's go meet the men."
Barbara and Sarah met for lunch, and when Ward tried to join them, he was surprised to be turned away. They told him they had important matters to discuss, which tipped Ward off to the fact that the subject matter would undoubtedly be his and Jim's genitalia.
"He certainly is a virile looking bastard," Barbara said, watching Ward wend his way to an empty table.
"Oh, he's not that great. Jim is a hell of a lot bigger and stronger."
"Perhaps, but size isn't everything."
"It helps." They looked at each other and grins began to break on each of their faces.
"I know what we're thinking," Barbara said, "and it's naughty."
"Maybe, but I'll tell you if you tell me."
"Oh hell, what the fuck. Jim gets his up eleven inches when he's in good form."
"You're kidding."
"Honest."
"But that's how big Ward gets. Small world, isn't it?"
"I'll say. And you can take him all."
"Sure. Can't you fit Jim in."
"Of course I can. I told you I had a great pussy."
"Yes, but is it firm and meaty like mine, or loose from the beating it must get?"
"Tight as it was the day I got my first fuck."
"When was that?"
"Shit, I can hardly remember it was so long ago." Barbara thought for a moment, picturing the man but not the place. "Oh yeah, I remember. I was in seventh or eighth grade, I'm not sure which. I had a date with this guy Tom something-or-other. We went back to his place and he locked me in his bedroom while his parents were out. Then he stripped me and fucked me twice before taking me home."
"You were raped so young," Sarah said sympathetically.
"Not really. About half way through the first fuck I began to like it, and by the time he shot, I wanted more. It was my idea to do it a second time."
"Why, you promiscuous thing, you!"
"I confess. I've had a big appetite for cock ever since. I guess that's why I was attracted to Ward the first time I saw that bulge in his pants."
"I'm beginning to understand. I kind of feel the same way about Jim."
"Now that's something new. When did you decide that?"
"Not long ago."
"You're sure it isn't just to make me jealous so I'll lay off Ward."
"It was at first, but the more I think about it, the more I'd like to try my hand at him."
"Well, I'll be a blue-nosed gopher."
"What? Where'd you pick that up?"
"Oh, from some television show that used to be on about a century ago. I use it whenever I'm surprised."
"Charming."
"Stop teasing, Sarah. Let's be friends."
"We are, haven't you noticed?"
"I guess so. It's hard not to like you. We really should get together. The four of us, I mean."
"I was thinking that, too. How about this Saturday night? We could go out for dinner or something."
"Great. I'll suggest it to Ward and you tell Jim. That way we'll get everything out in the open and clear the air of this mess. Then maybe I'll be able to get that fuck I've been wanting."
"Yes. I'm getting tired of playing games with people I want to be friends with. After all, we spend the whole day together with Dr. Ridgeman. There's no reason for us to stay apart and quarrel over something as silly as a little fuck. You're not worried about Ward's love, are you?"
"No, of course not. I'm just jealous. It's hereditary, I think."
"I know what you mean. But I'm not worried about Jim either."
"What?"
"Oops! I guess I spilled the beans."
"You mean he's been talking about me?"
"Just last night. That was the first time I heard him mention you."
"Tell me, what did he say?"
"Well ... he made me promise not to tell."
"Shit, Barbara. Don't do this to me."
"Okay. He just said he thought you'd be great in bed."
"How perceptive. The man's a genius."
"Don't get your hopes up. I think he was just saying it to get back at me for having a roving eye."
"Well, whatever. It was nice of him to think of me."
"I'll tell him you said so."
"Like hell."
"Only kidding," Barbara said.
From that moment on, the two girls came closer together, confused slightly by the fact that their men were interested in both of them, but unable to suppress the friendship that grew each day.
That Friday, the hospital was visited by a very important personality, Mrs. Arthur Ridgeman, herself. It was the first time since
Ward had been at North Island that he had seen her. When he did, standing outside of the doctor's office, he was thunderstruck.
She was about forty, elegant, thin, but with a figure that begged description. Her breasts were high and proud, her hair greying slightly, adding a distinguished quality to her appearance that Ward couldn't resist.
When Dr. Ridgeman introduced them, he held her hand as if it belonged to a goddess, and to the young man's impressionable mind, she was. Aphrodite or Athena, or maybe a little of both.
"Ward," said Dr. Ridgeman after his wife had been introduced to the intern, "you and I have a date in Emergency. Cindy, you'll have to wait here in my office until we're through. It shouldn't be long."
"I don't mind, darling," she said.
Ward trembled at the melodious sound of her voice. It had tonal qualities he never had thought existed in humans before. It was not a high whine, nor was it too deep. Soft, yet throaty, and totally captivating.
They left her in the office and continued to the operating room where a patient had just been wheeled in with a broken arm.
"Compound fracture," Ward said, making his preliminary examination.
"Fracture kit, nurse," Dr. Ridgeman said.
Sarah brought the required equipment to the table beside the patient. The doctor worked for fifteen minutes, resetting the bones, repairing fractured bone structures, taking care not to leave any splinters in the victim's arm.
"This may take longer than I expected, Ward. Do me a favor, will you? You're not really needed here. Go back to my office and sit with my wife for a while. I may be another half hour here." The thought of spending some time with that lady made his cock twitch with desire. She was sitting on the edge of the doctor's couch, reading a magazine.
"Mrs. Ridgeman?"
"Yes?"
"Your husband asked me to come keep you company. He's been detained in the operating room."
"Nothing too serious, I hope."
"No. It's just going to take more time than he thought."
"Aren't you needed?"
"Not really. I'm only an intern. Your husband can handle it by himself. It's only a compound fracture."
"Please," she said, gasping quaintly. "I'd rather not hear the gory details. Come sit down and tell me a little about yourself."
Well, I have this great cock that's just melting to get into your pussy. It's about a foot long with a big fat head so that I'm sure you'd just love to suck on for an hour or so. Yes, I'm sure you'd just love to suck on it for an hour or so. Would you like to? It can be arranged.
Naturally, Ward never uttered any of his fantastic thoughts. He just sat and stared at Mrs. Ridgeman until she had to repeat her question.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Then he proceeded to tell her about his college and his medical training and what he hoped to do and specialize in. This must be boring her to death, he thought, because I know it's putting me to sleep.
"This can't be much fun for you to hear. I'm sure you could tell me things about yourself that would be much more interesting for both of us to hear."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I mean, what's it like being married to such a famous doctor like your husband?"
"Hectic, I suppose. Yes, that's the word for it. I never know if he's coming or going. You can forget about a good night's sleep, but I guess you know about that."
"I do. Many's the time I've been called up at three or four in the morning and told that Dr. Ridgeman needs me in surgery."
"He is heartless."
"Oh, I don't know. He's only doing it for my good. Sometimes he doesn't need me at all. He just wants me to see some new technique he's using, or some new gadget that he's trying out for the first time. It's really exciting if you can keep your eyes open."
"I can imagine," she said. There was a long pause. "Well, what do you do for relaxation?"
I fuck, lady, and I fuck hard. Here, let me show you.
"I like swimming and tennis, and I used to bowl when I was in college."
"I've never been bowling myself."
Ward could see that mentioning that had been a mistake. That was obviously a sport one didn't mention around high society people like Mrs. Ridgeman. She had played tennis and did like to swim. There was still hope.
Hope for what? I'm not actually thinking of fucking this woman, am I? That's the ultimate in conceit. She probably thinks of me as a child, a little boy that her husband baby sits for at the hospital. If she could see my prick she would be quick to change her mind.
They chatted about small insignificant things, and as they talked, Ward heard a warning bell go off in his head. It clanged louder and louder and made its way down to his groin where he realized the trouble.
His cock was growing, inch by glorious inch, and it was expanding in his pants. There was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He crossed his legs and felt his face heat up as he began to blush, but so far he was safe. Mrs. Ridgeman, or Cindy as he liked to think of her, hadn't noticed as yet.
He knew she would, though. They all did in the end. It was just too great a phenomenon to miss. The bulge increased in size until even the man's crossed legs couldn't conceal his erection. He was trapped. He couldn't get up, for then she'd be sure to notice, and he couldn't just sit there because all she had to do was look down.
She was looking down at his crotch and as her eyes widened her jaw dropped and she gasped for breath.
Ward's face contorted into a variety of assorted dismayed and alarmed expressions, finally settling on one of extreme fear. What would she do? Would she tell her husband about this? He would be expelled from the hospital, he'd never be a doctor, blacklisted in every medical association in the country.
An awkward silence followed, one in which Ward changed his strategy from one of defense to offense. I'm fucked, he thought, real fucked. So there really isn't any way for me to get out of this. I might as well take advantage of her, rip her clothes off, and fuck the life out of her.
No, I won't do that. I can't. It's not her fault I got this sticker. I wonder what she's thinking. Maybe if I try and get her mind off of it.
"You look all dressed up, Mrs. Ridgeman. Are you and your husband going out tonight?"
"Y-yes, we are. To the theater." Her eyes were still glued to his crotch.
"Mrs. Ridgeman, is there something bothering you?"
"Me? No, not at all. I'm fine."
"I'm glad. You look like something's bothering-"
"Could you get me a glass of water, please?"
"Sure." Ward got up, carefully keeping as much of his back to her as possible. He crept into the halls, filled a paper cup with water, and hurried back to the doctor's office.
He couldn't walk in backwards, and was forced to hand her the cup of water, his crotch facing her full on. She missed it the first time and had to take her eyes off his bulging member to grasp the cup.
"Thank you," she said, but Ward could tell by her actions and the sound of her voice that she was not thanking him merely for the water. She wants it, he thought gleefully. I'm saved, and I can have her, too. Shit, this is wonderful, fucking marvelous!
Something in Cindy's eyes told him to lay off for a while, she had to think this over. But he knew that the size of his dick would win out in the end. It was too tempting a treat for her to resist. It was a good thing he didn't start unzipping his pants at that very moment, because in walked Dr. Ridgeman to break up their silent conversation.
"So quiet? I thought you'd be bosom buddies by now."
"Ward was just telling me about all his hobbies," Cindy said.
"You never told me about them."
"You never asked," Ward said jovially.
"All right, wise guy, back to the ward. Now you're needed."
"Another case?"
"No. We need you to clean up."
Ward gave the doctor a semi-dirty look as he left, but it was all in fun. As he made his way to the elevator, Ward thought what a crime it would be to have an affair with his mentor's wife. It gave him something to think about before he began making plans for the momentous seduction.