Chapter 2
For perhaps the twentieth time during the restless hour, the blonde head of Patty Pen bobbed up from where it was lying on the pillow. She poked the pillow with her small fist, then cuddled her cheek to it again. But within a minute she sat straight up in bed and sighed a low moan of frustration.
It was dark outside the window and as Patty looked in that direction, seeing the fuzzy glare of a distant street light, she felt an urge to join that night, to become a part of it as she had always been a part of the night and the exciting things that occurred at night. And then she thought of Dr. Roger Harper and silently cursed him. Why had he been so indifferent, so rude to her, she wondered. Why had he not been enchanted with her as all other men were enchanted with her? She smashed her fist hard against the hospital bed, expressing her anger while at the same time she felt a heat and pulsation at her thighs that did not come from anger at all.
Patty brushed at her hair. It was damp. She pushed it back from her ears and looked restlessly around the room again. The motion caused the thin strap of her nightie to lower over her forearm, exposing one large, very full and firm breast. She made no move to recover this sudden nudity. Instead, she raised one hand to cup her breast. She held it gently and noted that it was hot, hotter than anytime she could remember. Then, for a few minutes, as she held her breast and tenderly kneaded it, she remembered the numerous, almost uncountable times of her life that were concerned with heat and sex and men and erotic laboring with them. She remembered that, and thought also of the responses she had always known, of the way she had tried to make every experience more supreme than the one before it. She smiled, remembering that on a single day not too long ago she had engaged with nine men and boys, had nine times reached the ultimate in sexual gratification, and had, from the first of the nine, tried to make eight varying and more intense orgasms for her self. And she had succeeded. She sighed. It was sad to remember it now that she was stuck away in a hospital and out of circulation. Very sad. Very unhealthy, too, she decided, for she knew the symptoms of her body better than a whole crew of doctors. And the symptoms said that she needed an outlet-at once.
Darn Daddy, anyway, she thought. And darn that cute Dr. Harper for not immediately succumbing to her beauty, to her body which she had brazenly offered to him the very first time she had met him. Maybe it was because the Superintendent and Supervisor of Nurses had just left the room, she thought hopefully. Maybe that was why she had not succeeded. Darn it, anyway. Well, she would just have to try again. Try, try, try again, they always told her at school.
Patty stopped kneading her breast. She paused. Then she moved thumb and forefinger to the nipple and pulled it away from the flesh. She held it extended a moment, then let it snap back. Then she hit her hand against the hard bed again, expressing her anger and frustration. Then, as if she were boiling, had to bring a cooling to her body, she gripped the bottom of her shortie nightie and jerked it over her head and tossed it on the floor at the side of the bed.
Patty twisted and faced the partially open window. She breathed deeply, trying to take in as much as possible of the soft, cool breeze that only faintly touched at her naked body. Then she flopped back down on the bed, stretching her nakedness long and tense, curling and uncurling her toes toward the end of the bed as she attempted to make herself as taut as possible-like a spring preparing to unleash.
The tight position of her body did not suffice. It did not lessen the gathering of excitement at her loins. It did not reduce the hardness that had come to her nipples. It did not purge her mind of the fantasies of sex and love, of men who roamed their tongues over her body, of other men to whom she bequested the same excitement, of men who had taken her surely and strongly, of boys who had hesitated until she had shown them the way. She could not keep from thinking of every sexual interlude she had known during her fifteen years. And the thoughts made her yearn for a new encounter.
Patty relaxed her body. Then, very quickly, she concealed herself within the bed clothes. Then she raised, pushed the blankets to the foot of the bed and pulled only a single sheet over her naked body. She pulled it all the way up to her chin. Then she pushed the signal button at the side of the bed and waited for her call to be answered.
After a few minutes, the overhead lights clicked on and a nurse entered the room. This was one Patty had not yet seen. The nurse was small and very pretty. She had auburn hair and her eyes appeared to be green. Her body was astoundingly sexual, Patty decided, and it made her a little jealous, for the girl didn't look much older than herself, at best only a few years.
"Everything all right here?" the nurse asked, approaching the bed.
"No," Patty exclaimed, feigning a hurt expression.
"What's the problem?"
"I don't know. I-I just kind of-of hurt."
"Where?"
"In my belly."
The nurse cocked her head quizzically, then said, "I just came back to duty from my day off." She said it like an apology for not having previously met the patient.
"I knew I hadn't seen you before. What's your name?" Patty asked.
"Miss Crisp-Susan Crisp," she answered. "That's a nice name."
"Thank you."
Susan moved to the end of the bed and lifted the clip board that held Patty's medical record. Her eyes ran down the various lines of information; date of admission, diagnosis, medication-at this, Susan's eyes grew wide and she looked at Patty.
"Anything wrong?" Patty asked.
"No. Of course not. I just wanted to see if you're listed for sleeping pills." Susan paused, then said, "You're not."
"But I don't need sleep, Miss Crisp," Patty said. "I hurt. Is-is Dr. Harper around, maybe?"
Susan Crisp shot the girl another expression. This one was different. It looked cautious and a little resentful.
"Dr. Harper?" Susan said, lifting her eyebrows.
"Yes. Could I see him, maybe."
"Why Dr. Harper?"
"Because he was assigned to my case by Dr. Fiken-And Mona Fiken said I was to call Dr. Harper whenever I wanted."
"Oh."
"Could I seen him, please."
"He's off duty-not in the hospital," Susan explained.
"Oh, darn." Patty frowned a pout, then brightened a bit and said, "Well, couldn't I see some doctor-I really hurt bad."
Susan Crisp considered it. Then she asked, "Have you been taking your medicine regularly."
"You mean that awful bitter, salty tasting stuff. I've been taking it and I feel as parched as a dried up prune." Susan smiled at this.
"Is that a depressant of some kind?" Patty asked, lilting her voice in a way that she hoped would make her sound knowledgeable about the things of medicine.
"It's a depressant, all right," Susan said, unable, it seemed, to keep from laughing.
"What does it depress?"
"You, honey," Susan said.
"Me?"
"Yep."
"What part of me?" Patty asked.
"Well, let's say it depresses your lively spirit," Susan said, holding back a new laugh.
"Could I see the doctor?" Patty asked, bringing both her hands to her belly and placing them there in an easy, about-to-hurt manner.
"Yes, I guess so," Susan said. "Especially if you've been taking your medicine, I guess it would be all right for you to see the doctor."
"Oh, thank you," she said gratefully, smiling, hoping that it did not show too brightly.
"Yes, I'll let you see the doctor just so long as you're telling me the truth about the medicine," Susan said. "Just so long as you've really been taking it."
"Oh, I have," Patty exclaimed.
Susan glanced over the outline of the girl's body as it was revealed by the impression of the white sheet, as it showed the bulges and womanly lines and hints of crevices that looked like those of a rare statue that was being witheld from public view.
Susan turned and walked to the door. Then she faced Patty again and asked, "Do you want the light out?"
"Yes, please," Patty answered, then added, "What doctor is on duty tonight?"
"Dr. Belton?" Susan replied.
"Sounds nice," Patty said.
"Oh, Jack's all right," Susan told her. "A little unprofessional sometimes, but really quite nice."
"Goodie," Patty could not help declaring.
Susan looked at her skeptically, then turned, clicked off the overhead lights and left the room.
Patty remained very still for a moment. She felt the flutter of excitement sweep over her body, tickling at her breasts and ribs and thighs, especially there where it mixed with heat. She breathed deeply and felt her breasts and their nipples lift the sheet upward, hold it there a second, then lower it as she exhaled the deep breath she had taken. And, as her breasts lowered the sheet she felt it float gently upon her belly, upon that place that she had indicated as the area of her pain. She smiled. Then she thought, Who knows, maybe the good Dr. Belton will really find something there, something to cure. And she did need a cure. Immediately! Then she remembered the rejection she had suffered from Roger Harper and she felt a moment's apprehension. Maybe all doctors were like him. Maybe all of them adhered to the hospital rule that prohibited fraternization with the patients. Maybe they really did abide by rules. And wouldn't that be awful ? Patty thought.
But then she remembered Dr. Harper's eyes when he had left her, when he had almost forcefully pulled himself away from attendance at her bedside, she was sure, and she felt a little better for the thought. Given more time, under a little different circumstances, Patty was sure that she could manage a seduction of the strange and serious young intern. And again she wondered what it was that made him seem different from the other men she had known. Then she smiled and decided that she would find out, that, allowed one rejection, Roger Harper would not be allowed another, not so long as her name was Pen, not so long as Amos and Mona Fiken ran the hospital and needed influence. Patty almost laughed when she remembered the solicitous attitude they had both demonstrated, the way they had fussed and patted and oozed sweetness to her when she had entered the hospital.
Patty cut off her thoughts quickly when she heard the soft scuff of rubber-soled shoes approaching her room. In a sudden dither, she patted at her blonde curls, twisted a bit on her side, raised one leg slightly while she lengthened the other, and made sure that the sheet fully covered her body to give no hint of her complete nakedness. Then she coaxed a painful, sad, rather lost expression to her face and waited for the appearance of Dr. Jack Belton.
He entered the room quickly. Although his manner and his step was quick and professional, his words were light and friendly as he said, "Hi, there. What's with the belly ache? Too much junk from the hospital goody kitchen?"
Patty smiled her best fluttering-eyelid look at him and said, "I don't know what it is, Doctor. I just feel awful."
Jack nodded, then pulled a straight chair up to the edge of the bed. He sat down upon it.
"Roll over on your back please," he said.
Patty rolled over. She turned her head and looked into his face, observing at once that there was a look of the devil in his, eyes, that they were light and merry and seemed to go very well with his blonde hair and straight nose, the chin that protruded in a hint of audaciousness. Then she glanced over the rest of his white-starched appearance and could not help but wish that he were larger, broader in the shoulders, taller, huskier and stronger looking, more like Roger Harper.
"Well, we'll just lower this sheet a bit and see what the problem is," Jack said. Patty smiled.
Jack's expression indicated that he thought it odd that she should be smiling when in such pain, but he gently gripped the top of the sheet and pulled it downward, unveiling all of her naked body as he brought the sheet all the way to the end of the bed.
He gulped and leaned a little closer to his patient.
"I was warm," Patty explained in a little-girl voice that seemed to have nothing to do with the curvaceous figure.
"Umm. Umph, yes, I see. Or rather, I don't."
Jack drew back a bit, then turned and clicked on the strong, goose-necked lamp that rested on the night table. He adjusted it so that its upside down V of light struck an anatomical V that was, at least from his view, upside down.
Ummmm, yes, indeed," Jack muttered while he stared directly at a place directly beneath that area of discomfort which was Patty's complaint.
"It hurts just awful, Dr. Belton," Patty said.
"Ummm. Shouldn't. At least I don't see anything that--. "
He stopped abruptly. Then he turned to the portable table at his left and took from it a tongue depressor.
"Open your mouth," Jack said.
"My mouth?"
"Uh huh."
"But I haven't got a sore throat."
"Not yet," Jack said. "But we never know, it might be a spreading infection of some kind."
"What kind?"
"I don't know-that's why I'm looking. Open up your pretty little mouth now."
Patty smiled. She opened her pretty little mouth. But when Jack brought the wooden tongue-depressor against her tongue she giggled and turned away.
"That tickles," she said.
"Come on now, be serious like a patient should be."
Again she opened her mouth and the pink of it as it was revealed in the light looked very fresh, very young, very, very attractive.
Jack brought the depressor in contact with Patty's tongue, pressuring slightly so that he could see beyond it. But Patty wouldn't permit it. Upon contact from the depressor, her tongue sharpened and flicked back and forth against the wooden stick in a terrible teasing manner.
"Come on now," Jack said, unable to keep laughter from blurring the words.
Patty wiggled her tongue frantically against the depressor, at the same time making her eyes narrow in an erotic expression of wanton hunger.
Jack, his own eyes narrower now and his mouth in a firm line of restraint, withdrew the depressor and dropped it in the waste basket.
"Well, no trouble there," he said.
"Naturally not," Patty purred. "It's my stomach."
"I thought you said 'belly'. "
"It's the same, stupid-Dr. Belton."
"Not quite." He leaned forward again, brought his face directly over Patty's navel, then said, "Umm, let's see now."
"You can hardly see what's wrong," Patty said indulgently. At least from that viewpoint. Maybe if you kind of patted, or something, I could tell you right where it hurts."
"Great idea, Doctor-oh, excuse me, I mean, Miss Pen."
Jack brought both of his hands above Patty's stomach. He lowered them. He spread all ten fingers until they covered the entire area of her naked flesh from just below her breasts to a place that was dramatically beneath her navel. Then he pressed his fingers lightly into her flesh like an organist beginning the first, full chord of a heavy prelude. He even straightened and leaned his head back a bit which was also reminiscent of a serious musician playing his talent upon the instrument of his greatest skill.
"Oh, there. That's where it hurts," Patty exclaimed, making the words sound pained.
"Where?" Jack asked quickly.
"By the little finger of your right hand."
Jack raised the little finger of his left hand, the one that was nearest her breasts. "Here-is that it?"
"No, stup-, of course not, I said the right hand."
"Oh, sorry about that," Jack said seriously. "Always have gotten that mixed up."
Very slowly, Jack pressured with the little finger of his right hand, indenting it deeply into the flesh at a point that seemed exactly between the ending of her soft, womanly circle of stomach and the hardness of bone.
"Oh, yes-that's it," Patty whimpered.
"Ummmmm."
Jack pressured again.
"Oh, yes, that's nearly exactly the place that hurts."
"Very interesting," Jack said, withdrawing his hands. "Quite a problem here, I guess."
"You guess!"
"Oh, we all do, sometimes."
Patty curled on her side and faced him. The light now cast a larger frame for her naked body, emphasizing vividly the alternate sharp and soft lines of her body, orienting all of her to a better view for Jack Belton's eyes.
As soon as he withdrew his hands from her body, his eyes turned busy. They hurried over the length of her, then climbed from feet to thighs where they paused and concentrated before moving onward and upward to her breasts, one of which low hung down and cuddled softly into the white sheet while its mate remained erect and hard, led by a blazing nipple that jutted up at Jack like a sassy child.
"Dr. Belton," Patty said softly.
"Hummm?"
"It hurts here too." She shifted a shoulder to indicate her left breast.
"Oh, does it now," he said. "Uh huh."
He started to bend toward her, then stopped. But his forward motion was revitalized when Patty reached out, cupped her hand around his head, and urged him toward her.
"Maybe if you just kiss it, it'll get better," she said, mumbling the words as if a sigh followed and punctuated each word.
"Highly un-medical," he said.
"Yes, isn't it."
Patty pulled him toward her and at the same time rolled to her back. Immediately, she felt Jack's mouth upon her breast, kissing wildly, burrowing, cuddling, nuzzling deep, then withdrawing, then going close again. And then she felt a pause. For the barest second her breast felt cold and she knew that it was caused by the moisture from Jack's mouth that now met air because of the brief separation.
The separation was very brief, indeed. With a hungry growl, Jack was upon her again, consuming all of her breast, nipping it with his teeth, moving his head from side to side like an animal knawing on the remains of a favorite morsel. And soon, he began a new action, one of dynamic taking and releasing her breast, one that dived him to her, then shot him away, then dived him close once again.
Patty responded to the doctor's treatment. She mumbled soft, sweet sounds. She arched her breasts for him. She cried out sharp, but suppressed words of pleasure-hurt when he lightly bit with his teeth. And finally, she stretched one long, bare arm out in the direction of his waist. Her fingers wiggled. Jack rose from the chair, lurched his hips forward and allowed himself to be grasped by the girl's anxious fingers as he continued to delight in her breasts, as he continued to give her a semblance of the thrill he was achieving.
Patty gasped when she closed her fingers tightly around his manhood, bursting with thoughts of strength, feeling triumphant that she had found this in a man who was physically small by other standards. And she exalted in it. She clenched and unclenched her fingers, each stroke tightening each movement extracting greater hardness and more and more of him for her urgent grip.
"Ahhhh, Grisssssakessss," she cried stifling i by new, faster exertion from her hands; the one that held his head to her breasts, the other tha manipulated him.
And then, suddenly, she nearly burst for the want of an oral expression of her own. She initiated it by bringing both her hands to Jack's face and raising it to meet her parted lips.
Their teeth clicked sharply when they kissed. And then they patched the quarrel of their teeth and healed it with their tongues. Softly, sweetly, they gave of their tongues to each other, trading caresses, taking turns with the hard, sharp-pointed plunges they made deeply within each other's mouth. And each slid their tongue to the undersides of the other's lips, but this only excited Patty Pen all the more and she just had to grasp Jack's upper-lip with her teeth and pressure a small bite. And then both of them felt compelled to bring their hands into action again. They did. They could not help but do so. Jack brought one hand to Patty's breast, the one that had been neglected by his mouth. He apologized to it with caresses, touches, by pulling the nipple outward and spinning it, then releasing it, then grasping all the flesh and knotting it in the hard grip of his palm. And while his hand worked, its mate trailed down her body, moved from her ribs to her belly and from there to the down between her closed thighs. They made a welcome and Jack touched deeper, then gave that up for higher ground that offered a new plateau of sensation for Patty. She bit harder on his lip, plunged her tongue deeper within his mouth. She arched on her heels, lifting her body upward to make Jack's light touch stronger. But he would not do it. He forced his caress to remain light and stimulating, not releasing, but constantly spinning in a small circle that promised the giant thrills that were still to come.
Patty gave up her hold on Jack's mouth. She cried, whimpering, arching all the time, then burying her mouth into his neck and raising it so that she could kiss at his ear. And then she had to return the joy of the touch she knew from him. She lowered her hand between the press of their bodies. She brushed it against the hardness of his groin but did not take it. Instead, she deftly raised her fingers to the top of his trousers and from there descended the zipper.
Jack's body jolted as she brought him from concealment. Then it shook with tremors of incredible reaction as Patty brought her lips from his ear, lowered her head, then pressed her lips to all that her hand brought forward.
Jack stretched closer to her bobbing head. Then, nearly flinging himself in the opposite direction, he brought his hand away from her thighs just as he gasped a sound then stifled it by burying his searching mouth to the womanliness of her.
Patty sighed a sound from the gurgle of her incessant effort. Then she increased that effort, changed its pace, made it long and teasing, then faster and more threatening an end before slowing again, teasing again, playing and loving him as if there was nothing in the world that gave her so much joy. And Jack matched his pace to her, caught her rhythm and even tried to elaborate upon it, tried to tease more than he was teased, tried to threaten eruption more than his own was threatened, tried to raise her to heights that he had himself not yet reached. And he succeeded. But so did she. And soon they blubbered and gurgled and chanted the sensual call of their remarkable combat of love, of sex, of gathering sex storms that would soon split open and drench them with their intensity, submerge them within the bath of immense erotic achievement.
It was Patty who halted their endeavors while they were still able to stop. She drew away from Jack, cried out, then rolled her lower body away from his insane attention. She flopped to her back. She stretched her arms out toward the end of the bed and in a moment Jack was between them, being hugged to her body, being assisted to it by the arch of her hips, by her anxious fingers clawing for his quivering maleness, finding him, then directing it to an entrance she needed, wanted, would die if she did not know.
She knew it immediately. Jack plunged himself into her with the fury of a man flinging himself over the side of a burning ship. And then he drew back and lashed again.
"Eeeee!", Patty cried, choking in her effort to subdue this sound of her fantastic delight. But she could not deny the verbalizations of her approaching end. She could not hold them back until Jack shifted her pillow, then jammed it over her mouth as he continued to pump all the energy of himself to her writhing body. And then her sounds became muffled and soft and all the more fierce because of their prohibition.
Their end was like life and death, like man and woman meeting, like lust and conflict and the resolution of it all through the efforts of their pounding bodies. They felt their joined completion in their toes, at the back of their necks, throughout their ribs and bellies and loins: They felt it in every part of their bodies. And their throats felt it too as Jack dived forward to share the pillow that subdued Patty's cries in order to use it to smother his own involuntary yelps and pleas of gross sexual feeling.
Jack looked ruffled when he was ready to leave the room. And the usual humor in his eyes was gone, was now blurred from the fatigue that he knew, from the apprehension that he now felt for this fifteen year old girl who would stop at nothing to gain her satisfaction.
But, while Jack looked ruffled, Patty did not. She had re-propped herself on the pillows. The sheet was again pulled over her naked body, ending at her shoulders where it made a sharp, well-folded line that made her seem the very epitome of the young and innocent girl who had so unfortunately suffered an unwanted hospitalization. But her words to Jack were neither young or innocent.
"Thanks loads-that was a good first treatment."
"Yeah, sure," he answered, embarrassment furring around his words.
"But if you see Dr. Roger Harper, send him in, will you?"
"Rog?"
"Yes."
"Sure, but why?"
"Because he's my doctor, stupid," she said. "And I need a cure, not a treatment."