Chapter 9
Carl was resting quietly when nurse Devon entered his room. She brought fresh water and a wash cloth for his throbbing head. Miss Devon stood at the foot of Carl's bed smiling as she watched his young firm body squirming under the sheets. She liked the way his hips moved and the way his shoulders fanned out from his tiny waist.
Carl was resting with his eyes closed. The upset in losing both parents was too much for him to cope with. Nurse Devon gave him a shot earlier and it was helping.
"Carl?" she called softly. "How are you feeling?" Carl mumbled something and the nurse had to get closer to make it out. She nestled her lovely face to his neck then asked him to repeat the words. Carl's fading voice mumbled fine, and nurse Devon grinned.
"I'm going to sit with you awhile, Carl, would you like that?" Carl nodded.
"Fine." he managed again.
Nurse Devon sat next to him putting the cool cloth to his head. She wanted to help him feel better but was more interested in looking at his body. She lifted the sheets and saw he was still fully dressed.
"Let me get you out of these things, Carl. You can't rest comfortably in these jeans." The young nurse closed the door to Carl's room and hung out the do not disturb sign. She wanted time alone with him and planned to steal. it.
She removed the sheet from Carl's stretched out form then put it on the chair next to the bed. Nurse Devon liked the shape of Carl Vanderhorn. She liked his size and appearance. She enjoyed taking care of all her young male patients and showed them all the same good treatment.
Nurse Devon unzipped Carl's jeans then slid them down past his knees. She lifted his feet and took the pants off then folded them and put them on the table.
Next, she unbuttoned his shirt. Carl's chest was full and covered with fine hair. He was a handsome man alright, lull grown with a masculine shape any woman would want to fondle.
When she had him down to his under shorts, nurse Devon hesitated. She didn't know if pulling them off was such a good idea. What if he objected, or better yet, what if she were caught? She checked the door again making sure all was clear then she decided to remove them.
Slowly she slipped the underwear down around his hips and Carl lay perfectly still letting the woman undress him. The medication had relaxed him completely and he wasn't aware she was up to any wrong doing.
As nurse Devon's hands glided over Carl's hips, he flinched. She was tickling him, something he wasn't used to feeling around his hip area. Carl never felt a woman's, hands on him before, at least not where nurse Devon had hers.
Her eyes got as big as silver dollars when she saw his limp dick. It was bigger than her boyfriends when he was rock hard. Miss Devon wondered how large the thing might get with a little stroking.
She checked the door again then sat down to experiment. She decided to give Carl a rub-down. The lotion was cold and Carl moaned as she applied it to his stomach but soon the heat from her palm made everything alright and Carl lay back enjoying the treatment.
Miss Devon rubbed his stomach with tiny circles getting closer to his cock with every round. She tickled his belly button then his sides and when her palm edge brushed to his dick, Carl groaned slightly. He wanted her to continue.
His legs spread apart letting her know how much he liked the rubbing and nurse Devon smiled letting her fingers make their way lower to his groin.
She cupped her hand and grabbed his balls. Carl moaned when the warm palm held them. He'd never felt a female hand on his nuts before and it felt better than he imagined.
"Is everything alright?" she asked with a whisper. Carl nodded. His breathing increased and soon he was squirming in his bed.
Nurse Devon had one palm rubbing his dick and the other his balls. She worked him over gently letting the blood fill his cock shaft and as it grew and grew, she watched with awe. Never, in all her years as a nurse, had she seen such a huge dong. It seemed to stretch halfway up his stomach. Nurse Devon rubbed the foreskin of Carl's cock up and down. She closed her fist then coated the thick shank with lotion making her movements sensual and slow. Carl was in heaven with nurse Devon's touch. She was tenderly but firmly massaging his cock and it felt wonderful.
When Carl began to respond to her touch, nurse Devon lowered her mouth to it. She took the head inside sucking it in past the rim. Her wet tongue licked all over the tip of his dick. She tried to force it inside his piss slit but it wouldn't go. Carl was loving the feeling. Between the pill he'd taken and nurse Devon's hot lips, his cock was growing steadily Carl was groggy. He couldn't see what was happening but he could feel it. The relaxed feeling in his body made him close his eyes and feel the excitement nurse Devon brought.
When she started sucking his shaft, Carl couldn't hold back. His hips moved to her mouth and he humped his ass up and down in the bed hoping to drive her soft hot mouth further down. Nurse Devon sucked in every inch she was able but her mouth was no match for the size of the man. He was huge, Thick shank of meat with large bulging veins and a big helmet with well defined rim. His was a cock supreme, the royal cock. It was a man's penis, no question, all meat and all ready.
Carl pumped nurse Devon's mouth. His balls swelled then tightened and his pulse raced. He was getting head and loving it. She loved it too, feeling the fullness of the man inside her. Nurse Devon wanted to climb up on him and ram his cock up her soaking slit. She quickly pulled up her uniform to reveal a garter belt and stockings but no panties.
She learned long ago to be prepared for every shift.
She mounted the man then let his rod slip into her hole. It was heaven feeling her hot wet box sliding down over his shaft. Carl thought of Miranda's cunt and how it made him feel at the movie house. He wondered how she was? Where she was? He wanted to see her again and feel her silky cunt tucking up and down over his long meat pole.
Carl's hands held nurse Devon's hips. He drove the pole deep into her slit and she took every inch. His balls ached with cum and just as it was about to explode, Miranda came in the room.
She froze at the doorway watching nurse Devon's tiny ass humping up and down on Carl's cock. She could see the woman's ass cheeks slamming against his balls, and Carl, he was humping it into nurse Devon as fast as he could move. Miranda was shocked at the sight.
Carl let out a moan when his dick exploded with spray. His cock convulsed sending a torrent of shimmering cum into Miss Devon's slit. He pulled her body onto his rod and held it there until every drop of the jism squirted into her slick canal.
Nurse Devon climbed off carefully. She didn't want to startle Carl or make him flinch from her movements and when she put down her dress and started for the bathroom, she saw Miranda at the foot of the bed.
"Who are you?" Devon asked.
"I'm Carl's girlfriend." Miranda said, glaring at the lady.
"Oh, well, he's resting now, as you can see."
"Miranda?" Carl asked with a smile. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be home asleep by now."
"What were you doing, Carl?" Miranda asked.
"The nurse fucked me." he stated. That was the thing about Carl, he was direct and honest. It didn't matter what the subject, he'd tell it like it was. Miranda couldn't get angry with him because he was so honest. She was annoyed however but mostly with the nurse.
"I'll see to it his needs are met from now on, nurse. You may go." Miranda snapped, and nurse Devon stepped into the bathroom.
"I came to see if you're alright, Carl?" she said, sitting next to him on the bed.
"Better now." Carl said, and Miranda wasn't sure what he meant. Better now that he was resting in the hospital and had been given some drugs or better now because Nurse Good-Body just cleaned his pipes.
"How do you mean?" she asked.
"Just better. I feel fine now. I'll probably go home tomorrow." Carl said, then thought about that. Home where, he thought, to his father and mothers place? Somehow that didn't seem like the right thing to do.
"Well, that's another reason why I stopped by, Carl. I wanted to say good-bye." The room went silent. Carl felt his heart sinking when Miranda spoke the words. Where was she going that a goodbye was necessary?
"Where?" he blurted.
"West."
"Your family's place?"
"Yes."
"But, Miranda, what about us?"
"You don't need me, Carl, look at you. Even the nurses are clammering for you. You'll get over me in no time." Carl sat up in bed. He didn't want to get over Miranda. He wanted to marry Miranda and have babies, and live in a house with a white picket fence, and have a dog and a cat. He didn't want nurse Devon, or any other hot cunt babe. He wanted Miranda Saunderson, the most beautiful woman in the world.
"You can't, Miranda."
"But, I am."
"No, please." he begged.
"Carl, I have to."
"Why?"
"Because, that's why. I just can't stay here anymore." Miranda thought about her life in Hendersonville and the more she remembered of it the stronger her desire became to get out. Jan Feldon was using her, the men she brought home used her, even Carl would eventually wind up using her. She had to get away.
"Please, Miranda, don't leave me. I love you."
"Carl, you just think you love me, look at you. You can have any woman you want. You have looks, personality, you've got a great cock and a ton of money to live happily ever after. You don't need me."
"But I want to live happily ever after with you." he pleaded.
"Look, I didn't come to discuss this, just to tell you good-bye." Miranda got up then leaned over and kissed his forehead. She was going west and nothing anyone would say could stop her.
"I hope you get out soon, Carl, and I hope you have a happy life. Good luck."
"Miranda, wait, please, don't do this." Carl jumped up from his bed but felt too weak from the sex with nurse Devon to take a step. His legs were shaking and his knees gave way. He had to lay down again. He called to Miranda from his bed but she wouldn't turn around. She took a deep breath and left the room.
"Nurse, Devon! Nurse Devon!" Carl yelled.
"What is it honey?" she asked, stepping from the bathroom.
"I have to catch Miranda, nurse Devon, please. Don't let her get away."
She had been listening to their conversation and heard about Carl's money. Nurse Devon wasn't about-to go chasing another woman for this man. She planned to snag him for herself.
"Now there honey pie, I'm here for you. Let her go, Carl. If she loved you she'd be here. This Miranda obviously cares more about herself than she does for you. You let her go, honey and you and me will take care of each other."
Carl had no choice but to do what nurse Devon told him. She wouldn't go after Miranda and he couldn't. He plopped back in the bed then stared at the ceiling.
"Carl, didn't you like the fun we just had?" Devon asked.
"Sure, I did."
"Well, why the long face?"
"You're my nurse, Miss Devon, Miranda was my girl."
"Nurses are somebody's girl too, Carl. I'd like to be yours."
When Carl got home from the hospital the house felt eerie. It was dark and damp and the air hung with memories. Carl couldn't stand being there, not after what Jesse had done. He had to take a motel and sell the place.
Christie Devon came with him to the Realtor's office. She wanted to help Carl through his problems and see to it he got a square deal. Christie spent all her spare time with Carl. She wanted his cock and his money, just like Jesse told him, but Carl didn't see that. He saw a sweet helpful lady trying to make him feel good and help him with his money.
Once the house sold, Christie helped Carl find an apartment. She spent his money to buy furniture then spent more of it to buy him a new car. She used a little of the money to buy clothes for herself, but Christie Devon told him they were for his benefit. Carl didn't mind. He didn't need money. He needed Miranda and without her, everything seemed a waste.
He thought about Miranda night and day. He even went to the house and spoke with Jan. She gave him Miranda's address but not before asking him in for a drink. Jan tried with all her sensual powers to get Carl in the sack but he couldn't, not after kissing Miranda in that house.
Carl went back to his apartment and found Christie cooking supper. She'd all but moved in and he figured it was just as well. If he couldn't have Miranda he may as well settle for Christie. She wasn't that bad anyway. She had a pretty face and a nice wet tight cunt to fuck.
After supper Carl proposed and Christie accepted. She was overjoyed and he was happy for her, but his own feelings were a different story. He still wanted Miranda.
Over the next several weeks, Christie made preparations for their wedding. She hired the photographer, ordered the invitations, ordered the cake. She made all the church arrangements and even handled arrangements for Carl's bachelor party. He didn't know any one to invite so Christie arranged a gathering of all her old flames.
Every man at the bachelor party had tucked Christie at one time or the other but Carl didn't mind hearing them talk about it. He didn't love the girl so it didn't bother him. Christie was just that kind of girl, he figured. She needed men and lots of them. He couldn't see himself starting a family with her but if he couldn't get the one he wanted he'd take what he could get.
The wedding day arrived. Carl was standing in the church waiting for the ritual to begin and he was wondering about Miranda. He could see her riding her daddy's horses and wearing tight jeans and boots. It turned him on just thinking about it. He wanted her more than ever. Christie was preparing to make the walk. She didn't waste a minute humping half the ushers the night before, after all, Carl was her meal ticket and stud performer, nothing more. Christie wasn't in love with the man, just his assets.
They played the music and the bride marched down the aisle being given away by none other than her last boyfriend. She did look lovely, long flowing hair, not as pretty as Miranda's, and big brown eyes, but no where near the beauty of Miranda's. Christie was a sexy little tart, but no where near as mysterious as Miranda, and as Carl watched her approach, he felt his heart die.
"Dearly beloved." the preacher began. The room became a blur to Carl. He was losing his hearing. The minister's lips were moving but he couldn't make out the sound.
"We are gathered here today in the sight of God ... " Carl couldn't stand it. He had to get out of there. The guests would faint if he ran out but he'd faint if he stayed.
Christie was all smiles. She was marrying one hundred thirty some odd grand with a huge pleasure pole and it didn't matter to her what anybody thought. All the men in the room were her ex-lovers and they all knew why she chose Carl.
"To join together this man and this woman Carl felt faint. He was sweating like a stuck pig. His life flashed in front of his eyes. For a minute, he was back in the store gazing out through his pass through window at the only girl he ever wanted. She was smiling and wearing that short black mini she used to wear. His heart felt heavy thinking about marrying another. He couldn't ... he wouldn't!
"In holy matrimony." the preacher said, and Carl said no.
"Excuse me." he said to the reverend. "Ah, excuse me, there's a small problem we need to take care of before the ceremony goes any further." Carl said. The preacher was stunned but willing to listen. He was used to something going wrong at every wedding because something always did. This was the first time he'd been interrupted however, except that one time when Janet Dickson's father objected on the grounds that Walter was gay. Mrs. Dickson had a fainting spell when she found out how her husband knew. The preacher listened to Carl voice his concerns.
"Ah, I realize we've all gathered here today to witness a joining of two people but there's a problem with all of this." he said. "You see, Pm in love with another woman."
The room was so silent you could hear a fart and Carl let the stillness lag for several seconds before going on.
"I met her last year while working in my father's store. I fell in love with her immediately. She's beautiful, ah, oh, not to say Christie isn't, but Miranda is spectacular, whereas Christie here is pretty."
"Carl!" Christie yelled. "What are you doing?"
"We can't do this, Christie, I don't love you."
"So what?" she snapped. "What makes you think I love you?"
"You're marrying me, Christie?"
"So, you're marrying me too."
"But, see, that's the thing, Christie, I'm not marrying you. I want to marry Miranda." Carl said.
"Oh, tuck this, get up here and shut your mouth. We've paid for this wedding and it's cost a mint too. Just forget Miranda, Carl. The girl isn't good for you." Christie tugged at his clothes trying to force him back to the alter but Carl wouldn't budge. He made up his mind and that was that. He wanted Miranda Saunderson and he was going to find her.
"No, Christie, I won't. I won't marry a woman I don't love."
"Please, Carl, you're just scared. All men get scared when they come to the alter. Just take a deep breath and you'll be fine."