Chapter 1
"Ah, Dad, do we have to?" asked Pete. He looked down at the toe of his sneaker. He didn't want to leave Michigan, no matter how bad his asthma got. All his friends were here. And he'd spent every single one of his thirteen years here. It wasn't easy to just pull up and move because some grownup said so.
"I'm afraid so, Pete. You know why," answered John Dalquist. He looked at his frail son. The boy may have been thirteen but looked nine. The damp air had taken its toll on the kid. And the way Maureen was always hacking and coughing lately, the move to Arizona was necessary.
"Well, if we gotta, I suppose we have to."
"Right, Son. And don't forget your mother's waiting for us in Tucson. She wrote today."
The boy peered up at his father. There didn't seem to be much enthusiasm as he asked, "What'd she have to say?"
"She's found a house for us. And the school's nearby. She's sure you'll make all sorts of friends there." The man dragged a hand through his wavy black hair. He hated lying like that. He was sure Pete wouldn't be making friends. The boy was so withdrawn and aloof. Maybe it was the asthma, maybe the other kids around here made fun of him because of the coughing all the time. Maybe it would be different in Arizona.
Maybe.
John didn't have any illusions about that. He doubted if it'd be much different at all.
"Hey, Pop, there's a woman here."
John looked up in time to see his sixteen-year-old daughter's head poke around the corner. This was rough on Dawn, too. She was being moved across country simply because of her brother and mother. The girl was more outgoing than the boy; leaving would definitely mean leaving behind friends. And in the sixteen-year-old's case, it meant boyfriends, an obsession with her.
"That must be Miss Campbell. Show her in, Dawn."
"Sure thing, Pop." The girl's head vanished. In a second, she reappeared with the woman in tow.
John felt his cock stiffening. He'd called the agency and asked them to send over a nurse who'd be willing to travel but he hadn't expected anyone like this.
Miss Campbell was about five-foot-flve, perhaps a shade over a hundred ten pounds, and all of it beautifully proportioned. John hardly knew where to look first. The soft brown halo of hair outlined a delicately boned face that had to be created by some master sculptor. But the way her tits thrust impudently forward was what set his cock to hardening.
The woman wore a low-cut dress, hardly the standard nurse's uniform. John's eyes were glued to the bulge of the woman's tits, the way the snowy-white flesh flowed up and strained to burst free. He imagined he could make out the blushing pink of her areolas, but that might have been a trick of the dress pattern. He knew he could see the tiny buds of her nipples.
The nurse wasn't wearing a bra.
But it was hardly necessary with such firmly fleshed tits. The woman looked to be in her late twenties. By the time John was able to start working his eyes lower, the woman began speaking.
"I'm Melissa Campbell. You called asking for a nurse wanting to travel to Arizona?"
"Uh, yes, yes, Miss Campbell. Please. Have a seat." John licked his lips. He didn't miss the slightly amused look on the nurse's face. She hadn't missed the bulge in his pants.
John felt his hard-on getting even harder as the woman seated herself in the soft chair across from him. She sank down in the chair, then crossed her legs. The man was treated to a smoky flash of nylon-covered thigh. Melissa Campbell's legs were slim, tapering, and well matched to the rest of the trim package. She was all. woman and apparently knew it.
"I, uh, it's like this. The family's moving ..." "To Arizona?"
John swallowed. Even listening to her soft voice was driving him up the wall. It'd been too long since he'd gotten fucked. With Maureen in Arizona all these months, and business and taking care of the kids, hell, a man just didn't-have much time. And now to have a piece of ass like Melissa Campbell taunting him...
"Yeah, Arizona. You probably got most of the background from the file I left. My son, Pete, has asthma and so does his mother. He's only thirteen and sometimes the attacks are pretty bad. Neither Dawn nor I are really able to help much. Since I have to make a couple of business calls while we're going across country, we figured to make a vacation of it. Sort of get the kids' minds off leaving their home and all that. But I didn't want to be caught in the middle of nowhere and have Pete start in with the hacking and coughing."
"So you want me along as sort of an insurance policy against anything going wrong?" Her brown eyes seemed to dance with merriment. Melissa recrossed her legs, making sure John could see all the way up to her crotch. This was fun tormenting the man. He seemed so uptight. And it was so easy getting him hot.
"Right. The pay turns out to be about what I'd pay for an airplane ticket on Pete. This way he gets a vacation with relatively little risk to his health."
"What's your wife think about"this?"
"Maureen? She was the one who suggested it. She's got asthma, too, and knows how an attack can rack up the kid. But, uh, it's not my wife that's uptight over this." "Pete?"
"Yeah. I don't really know why, either."
Melissa thought she did. The boy didn't like the idea of a substitute mother being brought in. He probably didn't feel all that well and the trapped feeling of having to take orders from an outsider would bug him. If he was like she thought, there shouldn't be any problem in convincing the boy to let John Dalquist hire her for the trip. This looked like it'd be fun.
After all, there was the horny father. And the sixteen-year-old girl who'd shown her in was damned sexy. Melissa quivered inside at the thought of being alone with her. But John-he looked like he could fuck all night long. He'd be fun.
"Why don't you let me talk with the boy, Mr. Dalquist? I assume I meet your standards. And if I can convince Pete, everything will be okay?"
Damn the woman! thought John. She knew she met his standards. He could see her naked body writhing around under his as they fucked, his long cock vanishing into her gooey cunt, her begging him to fuck her harder. The man was acutely aware of his erection. If he didn't call this interview to a screeching halt, he'd either cream in his pants like a kid or rip the clothes off Melissa and rape her.
If it could be called rape when a woman gave all the right "Go ahead!" signals to a man.
"Glad you're willing," John said, amused over the double meaning. "Why don't you talk this over with Pete? Dawn and I'll go down to the store for a while. There are some last-minute things I want to get for the trip. If Pete gives the okay, it's fine with me."
Melissa flashed him a dazzling smile. It seemed to light up the room. "That sounds satisfactory to me, Mr. Dalquist. How long will you be gone? I'd like some time with Pete so that he can get to know me—and I can do the same. A good patient-nurse relationship is very important."
"I, uh, quite agree. Dawn and I can go on over to a movie. Call it a couple hours. Will that be long enough?"
"More than adequate, Mr. Dalquist."
John stood up like he was shot out of a cannon. "Be going then," he muttered, his hands trying to hide the massive tenting of his trousers. The hard-on was actually painful now. The thought raced through his mind that he might dump Dawn and go see a porn flick. That would help his sorry condition a lot.
"See you in a few hours then, Mr. Dalquist. . . John." Melissa smiled her winning smile again. John left without saying anything else. The nurse almost laughed out loud. This was going to be a piece of cake. She wanted to get out of here and go West. What an opportunity!
Melissa sighed as she heaved herself out of the overly soft chair. She went looking for Pete as she heard the family car's engine start. Looking out the front window, she saw John gunning the car down the street. The nurse and Pete were alone.
"Hey, my Dad said you're going to talk to me."
Melissa turned and saw Pete. The kid was skinny even for a thirteen-year-old. He had a pasty complexion but otherwise seemed healthy enough.
"Yes, I'm Melissa Campbell. But you can just call me Melissa. I don't like formality. Do you?"
"Naw. I'm Pete." He stuck out his hand. Melissa solemnly shook it.
"I suppose you know why your father left us here alone."
"Yeah." The boy looked down at the rug. "I'm supposed to like you so we can go on this darned trip."
"You don't want to take a vacation?"
"Sure," the boy said. "I just don't want. .."
"You don't want an outsider along. Is that it?" Melissa lightly rested her hand on the boy's shoulder. She began to stroke up and down his arm. There were the beginnings of muscle under his tee-shirt. He may have looked weak, but the appearance was partially illusion.
What wasn't illusion was the boy's uncomfortable look. He wasn't sure if he liked the nurse running her hands up and down his arm or not. It was kind of nice. It made him tingle inside just like when he jacked off turning the pages of the men's magazines, but for her to do it... That Pete didn't know about.
"I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I, Pete?" the woman asked. Her voice seemed to reach out and soothe him. This wasn't so bad, the boy decided. The brunette seemed to be a likable person. But the way her hand kept moving up and down was disturbing him. He felt the faint stirrings in his groin.
"No, I don't guess so."
"Hasn't any—girl—ever done this to you before? Don't feel embarrassed, Pete! Sometimes these things don't happen for a long time to a guy. Others are luckier."
Her hand had moved to his jean-clad hip, then lingered in front of his cock. The tiny rod was slowly stirring to life. Pete gulped when Melissa pressed against his prick. The warmth made his dick harden even faster.
"Now, uh, look, Miss—"
"Melissa. Call me Melissa. And don't worry. This is perfectly all right. I'm a nurse and this isn't going to hurt you. You want to feel good don't you, Pete?"
"Sure, but.. ."
"Then don't worry. Just relax and let me examine you. It'll be a bit different but more enjoyable for you. But just relax. And come closer. Don't back away."
The boy moved hesitantly. The nurse's fingers roved around his fly. Well, she was a nurse. And his dad had always said to do what the doctors said. And a nurse was almost a doctor. Pete didn't want to admit it to himself but he wanted to find out what Melissa had in mind. She said it was going to be enjoyable.
And anything enjoyable with a chick as hot as the nurse couldn't be wrong. The boy was taking in the sight of the woman's cleavage. He was just as vulnerable to the deep canyon between Melissa's snowy-white tits as his father. He wondered what it would be like taking those warm mounds of titflesh in his hands. He quickly stuffed his hands into his pockets. The boy was afraid he might reach and grab hold.
"Don't do that, Pete. You're not cooperating. I have an idea. Let's go to your room and I can fully examine you there."
Melissa led the way down the hall. It was obvious which was the boy's room. It was cluttered with models of cars and World War II tanks and soldiers. She seated him on the bed.
"Go ahead and take your clothes off. All of them. And I'll remove some of mine. These aren't right for. . . examinations." She reached behind her to grip the zipper running down the back of her dress.
As she leaned forward, her tits pressed firmly against the fabric of her dress. Pete's eyes were riveted to the tiny pebbles of the woman's nipples. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra. That sudden revelation snapped the boy's cock to instant attention. The teenager watched in fascination as Melissa continued working at undressing.
She worked the zipper down to the flare of her ass. Then she sensuously wiggled her creamy shoulders and snaked out of the dress. It left her like a second skin peeling off. Her boobs swung free in front of her chest. The red nipples traced out invisible figure-eights in the air. This was the first time Pete had seen a woman's boobs—like this.
"Don't stop, Peter!" Melissa scolded. "Undress."
The boy started fumbling at his clothes but he couldn't take his eyes off Melissa. She was wiggling her hips from side to side to get the dress off. She kicked it aside and began squirming out of her pantyhose. Pete gulped and struggled to keep his cock from exploding. In front of his very eyes was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Looking at the pictures was one thing, having a live, breathing, excitingly warm woman close at hand was something else!
"Now, Pete, let me help you off with those shorts."
Pete was speechless. Melissa was dressed only in bikini briefs. He could see every inch of her satiny skin. Even a mole on her left tit. And the pubic hair from her pussy mound peeked up over the elastic rim of her panties. The boy had never had an examination like this! He'd obviously been going to the wrong doctor!
Melissa quickly shucked the boy out of his jockey shorts. His four-inch cock was straining, hard and erect in front of his quivering belly.
She took his balls in her hand almost reverently, and began to squeeze gently. "This is part of the examination, Pete. Don't worry. It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"Nnnnnno!" he blurted. Hurt? Just the opposite. It was driving him wild! The feel of the lovely woman's hands on his balls made his cock even harder. His breath was coming in short gasps. It was hard to breathe at all.
"Relax, Pete. Take in long, deep breaths. And relax."
Melissa was enjoying this. She shook her shoulders a little so that her tits would wobble for the boy. The woman knew exactly what she was doing to him. She could feel his cock bounce and throb every time she moved seductively.
The nurse sat on the bed beside Pete. Her hands stroked his thin flanks, began moving slowly up and down the length of his prick. The four incher was slowly expanding. The purple head began to grow under the nurse's expert massage.
She longed to take it into her mouth but knew she'd better not. This was an "examination". The boy wouldn't complain, Melissa was sure of that, but she'd have to play it cool. No matter how turned on she was by the young boy.
"Do you jerk off, Pete?"
"Huh? It shows? I... I didn't know it would ..."
Melissa laughed cheerfully. "Don't worry, Pete. Don't worry! It isn't obvious. It's just a waste. I want to check you over to make sure everything is normal. Jerking off is normal for a boy your age. When you get older, you'll discover other..-, things."
Pete thought he knew what one of them was. Melissa's boobs dangled over his body as she massaged and gently pinched the skin along his chest. He reached up hesitantly and took Melissa's bright-red nipple between his thumb and forefinger. To his surprise, the nurse didn't seem to notice.
Made bold, Pete began to rub his fingers back and forth until the nubbin of flesh began to harden. He felt the nipple throb and shiver with an inner life. With increasing courage, he stuck out his hand and engulfed as much of Melissa's tits as he could. The silky flesh made his cock feel like it would rupture at the seams.
Still the woman made no notice of his explorations. She just continued her "examination".
"All right, Pete. You just leave your hand where it is. I'm going to check out your responses. I want to see how your cock shoots out its jism."
The boy shook with surprise. A nurse using words like that? He always thought they were dirty. Melissa was giving him a real education as well as an examination.
He felt her hand begin the slow up-and-down strokes on his cock. The boy's hand fell away from Melissa's breast. He gripped the bedspread with both hands as waves of sensation washed through his young body.
Melissa said, quietly, "Relax, just relax and enjoy this. I'll bet it's the first examination you've ever liked, isn't it?"
She felt the boy's prong shiver in reaction under her slender fingers. The hand-job she was giving him was taking its toll on her body, too. Pete couldn't see the tiny patch of moisture forming at the crotch of her red panties. Her cunt was overflowing with excitement.
Melissa kept her hand moving back and forth along the tiny dong. Making a slow circuit of Pete's balls, she went back to the very tip of his cock. The tiny hole at the end of his shaft expanded a little, and the nurse knew what was coming. She squeezed down firmly on the teenager's dick and began jerking him off with rapid strokes.
The first bullet of cum arced into the air and splattered onto Pete's leg. The second and third weren't as powerful. The fourth geyser just dribbled down the end of the youth's prick.
"Very good, Pete. Very good. You seem to be in fine physical condition. I'm sure you'll be able to make the trip to Arizona as long as you keep a close watch on your health."
With a professional air that seemed out of place with her nakedness, Melissa took a kleenex and began cleaning off the jism splattered all over Pete and the bed.
"Melissa?" he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Are you coming along with us?"
The woman turned cool brown eyes on the boy. "It depends, Pete. Do you want me along? That's what your father was worried about. That you wouldn't accept my medical treatments."
"Uh, I'll tell him you're okay!"
"All right, Pete. But," the nurse hastily added, "don't tell him about this examination. What goes on between a patient and his nurse is confidential. You know what that means, don't you?"
"Sure. Means r shouldn't blab it all around."
"Yes. Especially to your father or mother. I'm being hired to help you. How I do it is entirely our business."
And will I ever give this kid the business! Melissa thought as she picked up her pantyhose and began wiggling into them.
It was going to be a fun cross-country trip!