Chapter 5

The day after my great sex excursion with Larry Fortson, he was released from the hospital.

I was heartbroken as I watched him walk out the hospital door with his parents. He turned back and waved, grinningly, at me. It was crushing to realize this was the end.

I had had two exciting sex jousts with him, but there wouldn't be a third!

I was in a despondent state for almost a week. I felt that, with Larry gone, I was lost. There were no other possibilities for sex, aside from some of the fresh interns, and I just didn't like their attitudes.

Then I began to take an interest in a new patient of mine. He was a fourteen-year-old, and he had something of a quiet charisma about him.

He was a young, red-haired boy by the name of Brent Sawyer.

The fact that he was shy, almost painfully so, made him that much more of a challenge. I found myself thinking about him during my off-duty hours, and I wondered if I dare make a move of a sexual nature in his direction.

One afternoon, following a hectic morning, I walked into Brent's room. He had his pajama top off and was reading an automotive magazine as I entered the room.

"Good afternoon, Brent," I greeted him with a smile.

He put down the magazine.

"Hello, Miss McKenzie."

"You can call me Joan, Brent."

"Fine. I'll do that," he replied softly.

He still was uncomfortable in my presence, and his eyes turned away several times as I looked at him.

I took his temperature, then looked at him with fondness.

"You'll be out of here in no time, Brent," I told him. "You were a pretty sick boy when you came in, though."

"I guess I was working too hard."

"What was the problem? A fourteen year old boy shouldn't be working that hard."

"I'm trying hard to get good grades in school. I want to do very well."

"Well, a person certainly can't criticize that," I laughed. "I really admire you for it. You had a pretty bad case of pneumonia, but now you're getting along real well."

"I feel a whole lot better."

"That's good."

I stood there for several seconds. I felt tingly urges in my vagina. They were the same familiar feelings I had experienced in the presence of Larry.

He looked a little uncomfortable about the way I was staring at him, and finally I took one step toward him.

"Do you find me attractive, Brent?" I found myself saying.

"Why sure," he replied, a little nervously. "Any guy would. Gosh, you're a real beautiful gal!"

At that point was unable to hold back the overpowering passions that flowed within me.

As the tingles continued to circulate throughout my entire body, focusing in my snatch, I thrust my head forward and delivered a searingly passionate kiss to his lips.

I threw my arms around him and let my lips collide with great precision against his. I wanted them to lock as diligently as possible. I had to show this handsome young man just how much I thought of him.

I released my lips from his, then stared at him some more.

"I hope you didn't mind that," I said softly.

"No, not at all," he looked at me.

I didn't like the expression of fear on his face. It meant that, even though I had aroused him sexually I hadn't been able to gain his trust. It was a great challenge, one that I was willing to undertake. I just had to get this young man in a position where I could have him. I had to have him as my lover.

I leaned forward and let my tongue slip inside his mouth. While my tongue circulated briskly against his, I ran my fingers through his hair.

I began panting from the excitement that was generating between us, and as we continued to French, I reached down and unbuttoned his pa jama bottom.

I slipped the fingers of my right hand around the material, sliding the pajama bottom down his legs until it reached his thighs.

By that point I had a clear shot at his penis, and I reached out with my right hand, permitting my fingers to slide up and down the lengthy surface of his organ.

There was one thing about Brent. Perhaps he had been afraid of me in a certain respect, but when it came to exhibiting his passions, there was no way that he could hide what he felt for me. He was excited, and there were no two ways about it.

Perhaps he couldn't work up the nerve to say as much to me, but his hard penis could never lie.

I let my fingers move sweepingly up and down over his erect phallus.

I enjoyed the stimulating contact with his smooth, hard skin, and I could tell from the way his body twitched from my every touch, just how much he was enjoying it.

My tongue continued to spear his tongue energetically, and the passions were rising within both of us as the kissing and the finger action continued.

I released my tongue from his mouth, then finished the act of tugging off his pajama bottom. Great sensations of excitement swept through me as I kept on tugging, moving it down his soft white skin.

I went back to running my fingers over his cock. I let the fingers of my right hand go to work over his cock, then permitted the fingers of my left hand to manipulate soothingly over his testicles.

His face was reddening under the intense excitement of the moment, and I was feeling more confident than ever about pushing ahead. I had him just where I wanted him, and I wasn't about to let young Brent Sawyer go without giving him a good sample of lovemaking.

I kept on working my fingers over the surface of his cock, permitting the fingers of my other hand to skillfully maneuver over his balls.

His body began rhythmically rocking in the bed, and he was adjusting himself to all that was happening. He had been fearful in the beginning about getting involved, but I could see that there would be a certain level of confidence that was gradually building within him, extending itself with each passionate stroke that I put forward.

"Oh, that feels so good, my cock feels so good when you touch it," he told me.

I kept working my fingers over his cock and balls, then leaned forward and kissed his lips one more time.

After my kiss ended, I had an overpowering desire to remove my clothes. I wanted to get as intimate with Brent as possible.

I reached out and began to unbutton the back of my uniform.

A few tugs later, I began pulling it off of me.

When he got his first glimpse of my breasts, hugging against the surface of my white bra, he let out a gasp.

"This is just the beginning," I winked at him.

I had an overpowering desire to undress for Brent. I wanted to make him my lover in every possible way.

I removed the top of my uniform, letting my body flip forward so he could get a better look at my jutting breasts.

I leaned over the side of the bed.

"Reach behind me and take off my bra," I said. "You'll love doing it, honey."

He reached out and undid my bra strap, watching with great interest as the bra dropped down to the floor.

His eyes went over my creamy breasts, and he reached out and let his fingers find their way against the firm folds of flesh.

He touched my tits ever so cautiously at first, allowing one hand to work around each breast.

He worked his fingers in an up and down fashion, enjoying the stimulating contact with my breasts.

He worked his fingers with accelerating speed.

"Grab hold of them," I encouraged. "You can do an even better job than you are now, honey. You can squeeze my tits. That always feels good. It would feel great for you too, to be touching some firm flesh."

His fingers began to squeeze my breasts, which gave him great delight. I observed a smile extending itself across his face.

He then moved his fingers toward my nipples, he pressed his fingers against them.

"That's nice, that's very nice," I laughed.

Once his fingers had succeeded in arousing me through fervent action, I reached down and undid the bottom of my uniform.

I stood before him dramatically in nothing but my panties and my black stockings.

I pushed my right leg forward, then snapped my fingers against my garter belt. I was doing everything I possibly could to tease my lover and get him in the mood for some great sex.

I looked at him fondly, then reached out and began to undo the straps which held together my stockings.

I made certain that I moved slowly, realizing that I was appealing quite strongly to his voyeuristic side.

I removed the right stocking, kicking it off, then showing him my long, trim white leg.

"Reach out and touch it, honey," I looked at Brent and smiled.

He reached out with his left hand, permitting it to run ever so softly against my thigh.

"That's nice. I really like that," he said, still a little shyly.

"I'll take off the stockings," I told him.

Once more my fingers went to work, sliding the stocking down my leg.

I kicked off that stocking as well, then moved my fingers upward toward my panties.

He was staring at me intently, observing the silky white panties as I applied my fingers to the waistband.

I touched the elastic, then began to remove the panties ever so cautiously.

"You're going to see my cunt, darling," I told him.

I watched as his eyes widened as I slipped the panties slowly for dramatic effect down my legs.

He observed the glistening, blonde pussy hairs, and I could see his whole body come un-glued with passionate excitement. His arms quivered as he looked at me.

I accelerated the level of my movements as I slipped the panties down my ankles, then off altogether.

I walked toward him, shoving my body outward and letting him see my fur patch.

"Touch my pussy," I said. "Play with it, baby."

He reached out with his right hand and permitted his fingers to move smoothly over my mound.

It felt good to bask in the glow of this contact with his smooth, warm fingers.

"I like your touch," I said.

The longer that he moved his fingers around my mound, the more quickly and inspiringly Brent warmed up to the subject matter at hand.

Finally he was manipulating his fingers rapidly, letting them slide eagerly over my hot nest.

He released his fingers from my pussy, then looked at me with great earnestness.

I figured that it was time for another kiss, a lengthy French kiss.

So I moved my long red tongue forward, permitting it to enter into his mouth once more.

The tongues converged with great anxiety, and as I let my tongue wiggle against his, basking in the delightful glow of the contact with his tongue, I ran my fingers through his hair.

Our tongues continued to writhe and stab, and when I could tell that he was at the top level of excitement possible based upon the manner in which his whole body shook, I figured it was time to release my tongue from his mouth.

I did so, then looked at him with a friendly smile.

"I guess I've got you warmed up now," I said.

"For anything you might want to do."

"That's the spirit."

"I can't help but feel spirited just being around you," he told me.

That statement, I felt, deserved another kiss, so I let my lips converge against his.

Beads of sweat were running down both sides of my face.

My body quivered with anxiety, and I realized that the time had come for the preliminaries to end and for me to launch into some stimulating sex with Brent.