Chapter 1
I was feeling a bit squeamish as I strode down the hallway leading to Larry Fortson's room. During the ten days that I had been taking care of Larry, he had shown an increasing liking for me.
Since I had entered into a dull, uneventful stage of my life, I could readily see I was a little more vulnerable than I should have been to his advances.
A few times, while I was attempting to be as stern a disciplinarian as could be, I burst inadvertently into laughter. Naturally that encouraged him all the more, and as a result I had to take a much firmer stand to get him to obey me.
I opened the door and walked inside. I looked into his fresh face. At fifteen he possessed bright, blue eyes, light brown hair, and an apple-cheeked glow that indicated both the freshness of youth and his willingness to experiment.
"Say, you sure look cute in that white nurse's uniform," he grinned, greeting me in his usual manner.
"Don't you ever come up with anything original, Larry?" I asked, inserting a thermometer into his mouth.
That was the only time he was ever quiet; when I stuck a thermometer into his mouth. But my body was trembling strangely.
At twenty-three, I had to admit that I was pretty much a prude. I had been wrapped up in nursing from the very beginning, actually since I had been a little girl.
Now I was beginning to recognize the error of my ways. As a result of the erratic scheduling that I had, working nights sometimes, days at other times, it put me squarely behind the eight ball as far as any social life was concerned.
Moreover, I couldn't stomach the guys who came on too strong too fast, like a number of the young interns at the hospital.
I removed the thermometer from Larry's mouth.
"You know, I sure do love those sexy black stockings," he grinned.
The remark was as unoriginal as the first one had been, only this time he did something that took me completely by surprise. He reached out with his right hand and clutched at my left stocking. He ran his fingers over the black net.
"Hey, I like getting a feel," he chuckled. "Turn my stocking loose," I said. "You'll tear it."
"That would probably be the best thing of all. Then I could grab a hold of your creamy white leg."
"You're talking disgustedly," I replied, my whole body trembling. "Let go of me." He finally released his hand, but as he did so, he burst into a series of chuckles.
"You know, your mouth is saying one thing and your eyes something else," he asserted.
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do. Those beautiful blue eyes of yours told the whole story. Joan McKenzie, you're hot for me."
"You go to hell." I reacted sharply.
But all the while my heart was pounding, and I felt the strange sensations of titillation dancing around in my body. They started in my stomach and eventually they found their way down between my legs. My pubic mound was feeding a tremendous restlessness, as I looked at the young man in the white hospital garment.
"You'd better take off your garment," I said. "I'm giving you a rubdown."
"The highlight of the day," he laughed.
"Look, Larry. Please, no more monkey business. This is a hospital, not some ... not some brothel."
My comment caused him to quake with laughter. After he finally calmed down, I watched him undress.
He slowly pulled off his white pajama top, revealing the lines of his rapidly developing chest. I liked the smooth texture of his skin, which was really so much like my own.
He put his hands on his hips, proudly showing me the upper portion of his body. But what he was eager to reveal was the bottom part, and as I watched him unbutton his pajama bottom I couldn't help but gulp. I recognized that once he pulled off the pajama bottom, I would get another look at his huge, throbbing penis.
He undid the buttons so slowly, deliberately dragging out every moment of tense anticipation. For someone who was that young, he gave every indication of knowing where it was at sexually.
It made me feel embarrassed, since I got definite feelings that he had forgotten more about sex than I ever knew.
Ever so smoothly and easily he maneuvered the pajama bottom down his smooth, firm legs.
As he slipped them down past his thighs, I got a glimpse of his throbbing male member. I looked at the huge, bulging tip, then at his balls. I observed his testicles steadily expanding. I was well aware of the fact that he was increasing in sexual intensity.
He sped up the process of sliding off his pajama bottoms once he pushed them down past his thighs.
He stepped out of them, then looked down at his prick.
The longer I focused on the huge, bulging penis, the more enticing the whole idea of having sex with him became.
A little voice inside me kept saying that I shouldn't do it. After all, he was a patient, and a very young one at that. Even though there were only eight years separating us, they were eight big ones. He was an adolescent and I was a young woman. But somehow, the more I thought about it, the more exotic and erotically inspiring the whole concept of having sex with a guy that much younger than myself became.
I kept staring at his throbbing phallus, and he was looking at it himself. A huge grin spread itself across Larry's entire face. He appeared to be enormously proud of his instrument.
"How would you like to play with my cock?" he asked.
"This is purely a business call," I replied tersely.
"I'll go along with that. It's just a question of what kind of business you're talking about. I'm thinking about some good sex business."
"Shut up," I said angrily.
"You know damned well you want to have sex with me."
"I know no such thing," I replied. "Now get on your stomach. I've got to massage you."
As I put my fingers to work on his smooth, pliant flesh, feelings of excitement reverberated throughout my body. Tingly feelings that had been surfacing in my vagina were multiplying in a highly obvious way.
I had to contain myself. I just didn't know what to do. My instincts were pulling me away from my better judgment.
As he lay there on his stomach, I saw the fingers of his right hand moving toward his cock. He tilted his body over on his left side, so that he had plenty of room to manipulate his fingers around his bulging, erect member.
I looked at the scintillating whiteness of his eager cock, then looked away. It was just too much of a temptation. I finished massaging his body, then prepared to leave the room. My whole body was shaking, and I could tell that I was definitely at the crossroads. I badly wanted to have sex with him, even though I recognized how much of a risk I would be taking.
As I was about to leave, he reached out and grabbed me by the left wrist. His eyes widened with excitement.
"Look at my prick," he said. "Come on and play with it, baby. At least reach down and massage it. You can massage my prostate too."
"I did that last week. Your prostate doesn't need massaging anymore."
"But this time I need it for another reason. I like to play beautiful games with you."
"Knock it off."
"Oh no, baby. I'd like to have sex with you."
He kept on clasping his fingers around my wrist. The look of tense excitement continued to blossom on his face.
The next thing I knew, my emotions were seizing total control of me. I reached down with my right hand, allowing my fingers to touch, ever so cautiously, the tip of his long rod.
I loved the smooth feel of his cock tip, and just touching it caused my heart to flutter. It pumped ever so eagerly, causing the flow of blood to rush rapidly toward my brain.
"That's the idea," he grinned, spurring me on as best he could. "Play with my cock, baby. Start out nice and slow, then let things work as they will. I know that once you really get the feel of it, you're going to love it."
I knew down deep just how right he was. It had only taken a few slow, smooth strokes of my fingers over the tip of his cock to drive the feeling home to me with great conviction.
Soon my fingers were working more rapidly than before as they pumped up and down his cock. I kept on picking up momentum without even thinking about it, and all the while the heart palpitations continued.
"You're doing it just fine, baby," he nodded.
His buttocks were twisting as I kept up the finger strokes. His breath was becoming heavier, and now it was coming in short, puffy gasps as my fingers continued to smoothly glide up and down the full length of his enormous rod.
It felt magnificent to let my fingers roam over that smooth surface, and as I kept it up, working my fingers with great dispatch, his legs picked up the tempo. They began to slip and slide as I worked my fingers around his member.
"Play with my balls while you're playing with my cock," he called out encouragingly.
The fingers of my right hand were working sweepingly up and down over his instrument, and while I continued my brisk strokes I reached out with my left hand and allowed my fingers to come into contact with his balls.
The first few strokes were tantalizingly slow. I was already getting the hang of just how to really turn him on. If I worked my fingers slowly, the pace would be more gradual, building, then sustaining itself.
Every time my fingers swept along the bulging surface of his hairy testicles, I felt more inspired. It was an exhilarating combination, working my fingers over his cock and balls in the same precise instant.
I kept on working my fingers, letting the pace continue to build.
Larry settled back, tilting his body backwards until he was lying flat on his back with his legs spread.
I enjoyed the way his buttocks and legs were thrusting with every touch that my fingertips smoothly put forward.
"You're getting me there," he nodded. "And when you get me to the point where I need it, I'm going to start asking for a cocksuck. I think you've learned an awful lot awfully fast about me, Joan, baby, I can get pretty hot, and I dig solid action on my cock. I dig it with fingers, and I dig it with tongue."
My fingers kept up their furious onslaught against his bulging cock and balls.
"Go down on me," he finally gasped.
I studied his huge erection for several seconds, then realized just how powerless I was beneath his spellbinding grasp.
Even if I could say no to him, there was no way I could say no to his bulging penis.