Chapter 1
Carol MacDonald was doing her best to perform conscientiously as a nurse.
From the time that she started to work at City Hospital some three months earlier, following her graduation from nurses' training school, she had one goal in mind-that of accomplishing as much as she could in her job.
As a gorgeous young high school girl, she had been altogether popular with the opposite sex. So much so, that she found herself acquiring a reputation.
The more popular she became with the boys, the less time she found she had to put into her studies. Eventually she began to feel like she was on a treadmill, and in the last semester of her senior year, she abruptly changed her image, telling the boys that the fun days were over. On a few occasions she even had to slap her aroused friend, in order to convince him that things were different than they had been before.
Now she was working at a hospital, and was very much in demand by the young doctors and interns.
She soon acquired the reputation, however, of being extremely cold, since she would not countenance any of their monkey business.
The beautiful blonde with the shapely body was instead concentrating diligently on her work, feeling that in time she would meet the right man who would take care of her sexual needs. For the moment, she reasoned, her goal should be solely that of getting her work accomplished in the best possible fashion.
One thing began to bug her, however, as she made her daily rounds of the male patients. Whenever she would wash their genitals, she would find them responding by getting extremely hard.
As she watched those cocks shoot up dramatically, she would think about those days in high school when she had succumbed on so many occasions.
On recent occasions, whenever she would have sex with a young man, it would be done under the most discreet of circumstances, and far away from the setting of City Hospital, where she wanted to retain a spotless reputation.
But these young men, who would respond so noticeably to her washing movements of their genitals, posed a terrible temptation. She found herself looking with great interest at their hard rods, and the longer that she did so, the more curious she would become.
She would think back to those high school days and sometimes she would feel a little regretful that they had ended. She had been fortunate in receiving a lot of kicks. But the kicks also entailed hardships, and she could do without those.
Now she was washing the genitals of a young patient by the name of Larry Gilbert.
He was a freshman in college, and had been committed to the hospital for a complete rest. He had simply been working too hard, and had collapsed one afternoon at work. The combination of intense study, fraternity activity, and a job were just too much for the young man.
He was very friendly, and Carol liked his winning smile.
But now something was definitely bothering her. As those fingers of hers worked around his cock and balls while she washed him, he became gradually harder and harder.
"Just take a look at that cock," Larry pointed.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk that way."
"Come on now," Larry Gilbert laughed. "You are even more of an adult than I am. I'm just a shade under twenty, and you must be twenty-three anyway."
"I'm twenty-two, not that it's any of your business, mind you."
"I guess I asked for that one," Larry laughed. "If there's one thing you never discuss with a lady of any age, it's how old she is."
"But that isn't what's bothering me right now," she said in a miffed tone.
"Then what is bothering you?"
"Your nervy attitude. I don't like young men getting fresh."
"Hell, I'm not getting fresh. I'm just telling you that getting a hard-on around a gorgeous chick like you comes as natural as breathing."
"I'd just as soon have you stop talking this way. I just wish you'd lie back there and let me wash you."
"But it really tickles when you touch my cock."
"I'm sorry about that, but that's the way it is."
"Boy, that's really something. Getting washed by a gorgeous chick like you. Being horny anyway, after being in stir awhile, and then have a chick tell you that you're being nasty."
"Look, let's forget about that. I just wish that you'd keep all of your conversation to yourself. At least while you're talking about this type of subject matter."
"Damned but you sound like a prude. I can't believe that a chick as gorgeous as you wouldn't be aware of some of these things. I mean, what goes on inside guys like me."
"I am aware of them, but I don't want them flaunted."
"Suit yourself," he shrugged disgustedly.
The longer that she washed those genitals, the more aroused she became.
After a while Carol began to recognize what was bugging her about his conversation. Larry was getting her excited for the simple reason that he was becoming aroused over what was happening. The longer that those fingers of hers went to work, the more excited she became.
When she finished washing his genitals, his cock was standing tall. He was fully erect, and she could tell from the torrid expression on his face just what he was thinking about.
As she moved away from him, Larry reached out with his right hand and grabbed her left wrist. He applied just enough pressure to it to let her know that he was carried away with passion.
"I hope you don't mind me doing this, baby," he said softly.
"Please let me go."
"I've got just one request to make of you."
"What's that?"
"I just wish you'd beat my meat. Oh, it's like torture being around here and not being able to get off my rocks. I'd really appreciate it you'd just finger me off."
"You've got a helluva nerve," Carol exploded. "And please take your hand off me."
He released the hand and sighed.
"Look, I'm not trying to sound rude or anything like that," he said. "It's just that I have a strong feeling running through me. It's nothing that I can do anything about. Please, can't you provide a little sensation for a horny guy?"
"I'm not here for that purpose," she snapped. "I'm a nurse, not a whore."
"I never said you were a whore."
"No, you didn't, but you must be thinking it. Judging by the way you're acting."
"Not so, not so at all."
"I'm really sorry that you are acting this way, Larry. I hope that you don't continue acting this way in the future. If you do, you'll make things very difficult between us as long as you remain in this hospital."
"Come on, honey, don't be so mean."
As she moved away from him, he jumped up from the bed and threw his arms around her.
At first Carol tried to resist, but as his lips closed in on hers, she discovered that her emotions were overruling her better judgment.
His arms encircled her and his lips plunged eagerly against hers.
She melted under his steady kiss, and as he finally released his lips from hers, she found herself immersed in a daze. She didn't know just how to resolve this dilemma. There was the cautious side of her urging her not to go through with this. But yet there was the passionate female side of her also begging for recognition, and the message it was attempting to implant into her mind was totally different from the other message.
"Come on, honey, I need you," he whispered.
Suddenly she found herself being carried away. It was the first time these impulses had struck her in quite this manner in a long spell.
Now she was quickly removing her white nurse's outfit. He sat there on the bed looking at her pensively, and as she continued to remove her uniform, he reached out with his right hand and began to run his fingers ever so eagerly up and down the entire length of his penis.
"Oh, you look so good, baby, take those clothes off," he said. "Come on and remove them."
As she took off the uniform, he got a glimpse of those white nurse's stockings and the garterbelt to which they were attached.
He watched with mounting excitement as she put her left foot upon a nearby chair and undid the garterbelt.
He got a good look at her beautiful legs as she pulled off the stockings.
"What gorgeous legs," he sighed. "You really look good, honey."
She found herself thriving in the recognition that he was providing for her. Her heart was beating at a rapid clip as she then put her right foot upon the chair and repeated the same process, removing her stockings.
Now she was down to her panties and bra, and with one decisive movement she reached behind her and undid her bra strap, letting the bra fall to the floor.
"What tits," he exclaimed quietly, as he continued to eye her every movement.
Carol was proud of her breasts, their ivory magnificence jutting forth ever so decisively.
They were firm and lovely, and now Larry could hardly wait to tie his fingers into them.
Now she was letting her fingers drop down to her panties. She grabbed a hold of the elastic, and slid them down her legs all the way, climbing out of them.
When he observed her snowy mound, the hardness of his penis became so overwhelming that he felt like immediately shooting.
He removed his fingers quickly from that hard penis of his, exclaiming:
"Get in the bed with me, baby, I need you."
She slid into the hospital bed, spreading her legs ever so comfortably, providing him with the opening that he was looking for.
He leaned forward, climbing on top of her.
With the fingers of his right hand he went to work on her mound spiritedly. As he was doing so, he leaned forward and delivered a series of passionate kisses to her lips.
After the final lip kiss, Larry decided that he would be receiving a number of additional thrills by tonguing her mouth.
So he let his tongue slide inside her mouth. With great electricity, he let his tongue slide against hers.
Back and forth he let that tongue move over her tongue. As the tongues clashed with great exhilaration, he noticed her body quivering all the more noticeably.
She was enjoying every bit of action that he was supplying with that tongue of his, and knowing this, he worked it even more quickly and effectively than he had on the previous occasion.
Back and forth he moved that tongue, letting the electricity generate with great fervence as they traded stroke for stroke.
While the tongues continued to merge in a whirlpool of frenzied excitement, Larry continued to let those fingers of his work their way around her mound.
He finally released the tongue from her mouth.
Now she felt herself completely overrun with sexual electricity.
She could hardly believe it. In just a few minutes, she had been changed from a cautious young nurse to the gorgeous, swinging young girl who had thrived on action, the one that had passed out of her life in high school.
It was like going home again, and the feelings that were imparted within her very being, overwhelmed her.