Chapter 14
Sean Wyler was a shy, young man of sixteen, who had been admitted to the hospital for minor surgery.
Ingrid took an immediate liking to him. The liking continued to accentuate itself until she found herself tossing and turning in her sleep, just dreaming about having sex with him.
David had been released from the hospital. He gave her his telephone number, telling her to call him for some action sometimes. But she was a little afraid of invading his home province on the grounds that his parents would find out about her involvement with him and his brother, Marc.
So she was reluctant to continue an involvement of that sort.
Now that David was gone from the hospital, she found that she was almost driven to find somebody to take his place.
During those long evenings she found herself growing eager for sex. Those calls at the beds of a number of patients, the routine drudgery of taking their temperatures, and their blood pressure, was getting even more monotonous than usual.
She hadn't realized just how much she would be spoiled by giving in with David. Now she got to the point where she looked forward to some kind of sex involvement during her long hours of work.
Young Sean, a brown-haired boy with soft blue eyes, really intrigued her. He was not like David at all, and that was perhaps where the fascination lay.
She would have expected him to be more abrupt, having accustomed herself to David and the passes he was constantly hurling her way.
Sean had a friendly nature, but the shyness somewhat thwarted it.
One evening she entered his room and found herself swept away with a feeling of passion even greater than before.
She had had several drinks at dinner that night before reporting to the hospital. The drinking always seemed to have some kind of therapeutic effect on her in the sense of releasing her inhibitions.
Sean looked so young and innocent as he lay there in the bed.
"Good evening, Sean," she smiled.
"Good evening, Nurse Stevens."
"You know something, Sean? We've known each other a few days already and I'd like to ask just one small favor from you."
"What's that?" he looked up at her with surprise.
"I'd appreciate it if you would stop calling me Nurse Stevens. I'd appreciate it if you'd call me Ingrid, since that's my name."
"Okay, Ingrid," he shrugged. "I didn't mean anything by it. I mean calling you Nurse Stevens."
"I know, you were just trying to be polite."
"You are a few years older than I am."
"Don't remind me," she laughed. "Let's remember one thing, though. Even though I might be a few years older chronologically doesn't mean that I have to act any less youthful. Isn't that right?"
"Oh, yes it is. I didn't mean to say that you weren't youthful or anything. As a matter of fact, you act very youthful. I noticed that right from the very beginning."
"You did?"
"Oh, yes."
"Well, thank you."
"You're welcome."
"You're such a nice young man, Sean. You're so handsome too."
"Oh, you're just saying that," he turned his head away from her, blushing slightly.
"I'm not just saying it. I know that it's true. You don't have to be embarrassed by what I say."
"I'm sorry."
"There's nothing you have to apologize for, either."
"Then I don't know what to say," he shrugged.
"I'll tell you something, Sean, you're a very attractive young man and I can't understand you not knowing about it. I think you do. It's just a case of you being a modest young fellow. So for that reason you don't want to say anything."
"No, I never did think of myself as handsome."
"I couldn't think of you as anything but that," she said.
"I'll bet there are an awful lot of girls at the high school you attend that think you're very handsome."
"I can't think of a one," he chuckled.
"Oh, now I know you're putting me on."
"I don't know. I've never had any of them tell me that."
"I'll bet if you could eavesdrop on a few conversations you'd find out what they thought of you. And you'd find out fast that they have a pretty high opinion of you, I'm sure of that."
"Oh, I don't know."
"I'll bet you have plenty of girl friends, don't you?" she looked at him and smiled tenderly.
"No, I really don't. There's one that I go with kind of off and on. I take her to a few dances and the like. But it's nothing real serious."
"I can hardly believe that. I would think that a young man like you would have loads of girl friends."
"I'm sorry, but I don't."
"I'll bet I know the reason."
"Why?" he looked at her.
"Because you're just too shy. I'll bet that's it."
"Oh, I don't know. Do you think that's the reason?"
"I certainly do," Ingrid nodded. "You have so much going for you that that could be the only thing holding you back, as far as I can see. Are you real shy around that girl that you do go with?"
"Sort of."
"You see? I thought so."
"Well, I just don't know how to act around girls. I don't know. It's just kind of hard to explain. I really can't explain it. That's just the way it is."
"This is what I expected," she nodded. "All that can change quickly, you know."
"You really think so?"
"I know so."
"How?" he inquired.
"By just developing a little confidence."
"That's a whole lot easier said than done," he laughed.
"Oh, not when you've got somebody around who's willing to help you."
Now her eyes locked against his. He looked at her and gulped hard. He was turned on with her in a big way, and he didn't know what to do about it-She finally removed her eyes from his, looking away. She wanted to look away rather than put him on the spot to such an extent of embarrassing him more than he already was.
"Listen, Sean, I'm willing to help you," she said.
"Just how can you do that?"
"I'm going to see that you develop confidence."
She reached out with her right hand and ran it smoothly over the palm of his left hand. She then locked her fingers around his wrist.
His body began to tremble as her fingers remained locked around his wrist. She knew that the first step toward intimacy was just touching that person to whom you are attracted. She could tell from the restless urges he was feeling that he was beginning to get excited.
She leaned forward and kissed him very soothingly and gently.
Sean felt very good about what was hap-pening even though he was a little frightened. He knew that Ingrid would handle the situation.
Ingrid and Sean became silent and their bodies began to communicate.
He had never felt comfortable with women in the past, but now he was suddenly loosening up under the steady impulses of this beautiful young woman.
Ingrid began removing Sean's pajamas. Sean just looked at her in awe. He did not resist her advances.
Ingrid knew that she had done a good job in getting Sean excited.
The proof of the pudding stemmed from the length and the hardness of his rock-hard cock, which appeared to be ready for action at any given moment.
"My, you're nice anad hard," she said happily.
"You got me that way."
"Now, I just helped a little. And I'm going to help even more. I'm going to give you a head job like nothing you ever dreamed of having."
"A head job?"
"Definitely. Haven't you ever had a head job before?"
"Not that I know of."
"I mean, a girl blowing you."
"Oh, you mean sucking my cock?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I mean."
"No, I've never had that happen to me before," he admitted.
She reached down and massaged his balls as his legs trembled.
"Oh, does that ever feel good. I just can't believe it. It just feels so good. Just too good to be true," he said.
"I thought that's what you would think."-
"Oh, keep it up."
"You see, you're getting more confidence."
Her fingers continued working frantically at his balls.
She knew that she was getting through.
She would keep up the finger stroking for a while until she felt it was time to go on to the cock-sucking itself.