Chapter 6

Of course, she said no. But she couldn't tell him why. When it came right down to it, she couldn't tell him anything.

She was packed and gone from her apartment the next afternoon. A week later she started her new job as a full-fledged nurse. Millie quickly learned the pecking order, and the fact that she was at the bottom of it. To reach the land of single doctors she had in mind she had to be closer to the top.

Then several things happened all at once. Marcus Johnson, the head of the hospital, was admitted for his yearly check-up. He was an older man but, from what she had heard, still carried on a very active sex life every chance he got. Each time he was admitted to his own hospital, he was assigned two full-time nurses; one during the day and one at night. In the past, Marcus Johnson's night nurse always made quick, upward strides right after the completion of her assignment.

But first she had to get the assignment. That came through Carla Boudine, the head nurse. Carla Boudine was a dyke, and she had already let Millie know that the young girl's body turned her on.

One night when they were on duty together, Carla left the desk to use the tiny, one-stall ladies' room on the floor. Millie gave her a few minutes grace before moving as casually as possible down the hall after her.

Millie stood outside the stall until Carla opened the door. She then smiled as sweetly as she could at the woman and, at the same time, thought how much better Carla would be in bed than her last lesbian affair, with Wilma Boland, had been. Carla was quite an attractive woman. Her figure, on a very tall frame, was full and very shapely. She had an extremely beautiful face, vivacious eyes, and full red lips that seemed to invite a kiss.

"Excuse me, Carla," Millie said, "but when I was in here before I think I lost a ring. You didn't happen to see it, by any chance, did you?"

"Why, no, I don't think so," Carla replied. The woman's eyes were meeting Millie's with a frank, openly appraising gleam in them. It was the first time the two women had been alone anywhere this private, and Carla was obviously weighing the fact. Her tongue licked slowly over her upper hp, leaving a moist film on the red flesh.

"Oh, dear!" Millie pouted. "I hope it isn't lost. It was a present from a very dear friend of mine. A very special girl friend," she added, letting a very slight emphasis fall upon the last two words. An emphasis which would certainly have been lost on anyone unversed in lesbian affairs.

She saw instantly that Carla's eyes lifted in sympathetic understanding at the phrase. An unspoken alliance had been formed between the two girls; a silent bond of recognition.

Carla had thought about making a play for the young blonde nurse almost from the day she had been assigned to her section, but she had been wary. Several of the doctors knew about her background and didn't like her. They thought the new nurses were their private territory.

But now the girl was almost giving her an invitation. A slight prickling sensation was running up and down her spine as she stood so close to Millie. The statuesque beauty of the girl was strangely compelling; she sensed an almost tangible flow of rapport between them.

"Please," she said, and it seemed to her that her voice was trembling, so magnetic was the force of the girl's personality. "Let me help you look for it. Come...."

She turned back into the toilet and Millie squeezed into the tiny cubicle with her. Their bodies were brushing together as they hunted for the fictitious ring. Carla bent down to search behind the bowl of the lavatory and Millie's silken thigh, her skirt hem revealing seven inches of lovely leg above the knee, was breathtakingly close to her face.

As her head moved around the bowl, Carla's cheek came into fleshy contact with Millie's thigh and, feeling the taut silk that she loved so passionately, Carla instinctively rubbed her face lovingly against the girl's stocking. She felt Millie's leg writhe briefly.

Flushed and aroused, Carla got to her feet again. Millie swayed slightly toward her, and Carla put her hands out to steady the girl. Her fingers pressed into the sleek swell of her hips, feeling through the thin material of Millie's uniform her curved and fleshy hipbone.

Then, lifting her eyes" up to the girl's face, Carla saw with a start that Millie was starting to cry. Tears had welled up in the bright eyes, and her lower Up was trembling prettily.

"It's lost ... I know it's lost!" she sobbed. "I'll never find it again! Oh, it meant so much to me!" Suddenly, she buried her head in Carla's shoulder and her body shook violently. Carla put her arms more tightly around her, drawing her into an embrace and letting their breasts press firmly together.

"There, there," she soothed, stroking Millie and murmuring the words tenderly into her ear. "Don't be upset ... I'm sure your girl friend wouldn't want you to be so upset." She rested Millie's tear-stained cheek against her own.

Carla was now holding her very close. Millie's body was shaking. As her hand came up slowly around Carla's back and gradually tightened at her spine, the girl cuddled tearfully into her body.

"Your face is covered with tears," Carla whispered. "Let me brush them away for you." She touched the tips of her fingers to Millie's cheeks and softly wiped them dry. Millie's body was shaking against hers and Carla could feel the extreme prominence of the girl's breasts against her own, thrusting and pushing as Millie continued to sob.

Gently, Carla began to caress her face, running her soft fingers tenderly over Millie's cheeks, then down to the supple whiteness of her neck.

Before she quite realized what she was doing, Carla then brushed her lips slowly against Millie's, merging them sweetly in the beginning of a kiss. She could feel herself drifting quickly into a delicious, blissful warmth, sliding helplessly toward the intimacy of an open-mouth kiss, knowing only that she had to have this girl's wonderful beauty.

Millie was secretly staggered by the immediacy of Carla's reaction to her play-acting. She had not realized how eager the girl was for loving, how desperately she needed someone of her own sex to caress and fondle.

And, though fearing that she might be making a terrible mistake in being so bold, Carla hoped against hope that her affection would be returned.

It was.

Carla pressed her mouth more and more insistently against Millie's. She felt the wet and intoxicating lips begin to reciprocate the kiss, pushing with an equal, if not stronger, urgency into her own. They were breathing heavily and passionately into each other's mouths, the very tips of their tongues meeting in a trembling caress.

Their kiss went on and on, and Millie was the first to begin to explore her partner's body, though Carla's hands had now strayed to the very base of her spine, as if itching to slide down the remaining inch or so and fondle the rich, full globes of Millie's ass.

Millie cupped and kneaded the fleshy half-moons of Carla's ass-cheeks through her thin uniform. She squeezed and lifted them gently as she gave them a caressing massage. They felt soft and pliable, more sleek and sexy to her touch than Wilma's had been.

Carla groaned in her ear and began to rub the mound of her cunt harder against Millie's. I've got her, the blonde thought, I've got her now. She began to squeeze the cheeks more firmly and push her fingers into the crack between them.

Within seconds, Carla was doing the same thing to Millie's ass-cheeks. Encouraged by Millie's uninhibited squeezing of her ass, Carla imitated her actions eagerly, rubbing into the gorgeous fleshiness of her ass with probing, clever fingers, and taking the initiative by pushing her finger into the cleft which divided the cheeks.

A sharp knock on the door made both girls twist their mouths away suddenly. They stared wild-eyed at each other, and Carla swallowed nervously.

"We'd better go back to work," Carla gasped.

"But I'm so hot...."

"Me, too, but...."

"We get off in an hour, Carla."

The woman paused, looking deeply into Millie's lust-glazed eyes. She liked what she saw there.

"All right. My apartment. I'll give you the address."