Carol MacDonald was a dedicated young woman who wanted to make good in her nursing career.
But like so many beautiful young girls such as herself, she had overpowering urges to have sex. She did her best to suppress them, deciding that they would interfere with her nursing career. Perhaps at a later interval in time, after she had successfully established herself in nursing, she would meet the right young man and consider marriage. But for the time being, she would put all her dedication into nursing.
Then young Larry Gilbert entered the scene. A handsome young patient in his teens, she became enamored with Larry one day when she massaged his naked body.
She did her best to fight off his advances, but the longer her eyes focused on that hard and ready penis of his, the more difficult it became for her to say no to his urgings.
Eventually she succumbed not once but twice, and was becoming so eager for periodic sex with him that she was afraid that the urges within her were becoming ungovernable. She feared that something tragic might occur in her life.
The feared tragedy ultimately happened after young Larry inadvertently blurted out details of his lovemaking with Carol under the influence of Sodium Pentothal.
At that point a cocky young doctor, Wayne Ames, comes forward and takes advantage of the situation. He resorts to blackmail, informing Carol that he knows all about her sex activities with young Larry, and will use that information against her unless he gets what he wants.
"Nurse Carol's Desire" is a stirring story about a young woman who yields to an impulse, then is forced to pay the price through a bizarre series of events.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
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.
CHAPTER TWO
Now Larry was letting his fingers maneuver ever so eagerly around her breasts.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
"Oh, I love it, keep those fingers working."
"I will, baby, I really dig this action."
"That makes two of us."
Back and forth he was going to work on her breasts and the exhilarating feelings were multiplying throughout her body.
She closed her eyes at one point, and laid back, enjoying the movements he supplied with his fingers.
"Oh, I wish you'd fuck me," she finally said. "I really wish you'd pump that meat of yours into me."
Carol surprised even herself with the boldness of that suggestion. But she was excited, clearly excited, and there didn't seem to be any other way out.
She needed that hot penis shoved into her mound, and she recognized that she wouldn't rest until she got it, particularly now that she was overwhelmed with a sense of excitement.
He abruptly halted his finger movements on her breasts.
"I really love hearing you ask for it," he laughed. "Say it again."
"Fuck me, oh baby, fuck me."
"O.K., honey, just wait."
"I can't wait much longer."
"Let me play with your pussy for a little bit longer. I want to make sure that you are as hot as you can get. That's the best way to be when a guy is fucking a gal."
"O.K., cut loose one more time, but I need that action, baby, I really need it now. There's a chill going through my whole body. It's the kind of chill that I get from being excited, really excited."
"I know what you mean, sweetheart."
He nodded, letting those fingers go back to work on her mound. They were working with great speed and skill, and the longer that he put them to work, the better that she felt.
Now he was all set to go through with the big act, that of turning his hot penis loose inside her mound.
"Get set, honey, for a great fuck," he said.
"Play with my legs, play with my asscheeks. Get me turned on every way you can. Kiss me. Do everything, honey, I need you, I need you," she gasped.
"You really do sound horny."
"Oh, I really am."
"Then let's make sure we really both enjoy this one."
"I'm all for that."
"You like the size of this instrument of mine?"
"It never looked better."
"That's good. I like to hear that."
Now he shoved that body of his forward, simultaneously reaching out and letting his fingers come into contact with her thighs.
He squeezed her thighs ever so gingerly, separating her legs as his penis pushed forward toward her torrid mound.
"Enter me, oh baby, enter me," she exclaimed. "Come on and fuck me, baby, come on and send that hot spear of yours into my mound. Oh, I need it, honey, I need it, darling, drive it into me."
"Ah, honey, I want to French you when I thrust that penis inside you."
"Do it, darling, oh, do it."
As his hard thrusting rod made its entrance inside her mound, he shoved his tongue forward and let it slide inside her mouth.
Those tongues were merging in a whirlpool of passion, and as they did so, he continued to thrust away inside her mound.
Back and forth he was driving that tool of his, pushing and plunging it with great zeal inside that warm mound of hers.
Her hips were swinging back and forth, meeting his every movement with a movement of her own.
With driving enthusiasm those movements continued, and the longer that he kept them up, the faster and more furious they tended to become.
He was slicing that penis into her, gradually generating steam with his movements.
He released his tongue from her mouth, watching as she began to gasp.
"Ah, fuck me, fuck that mound," she sighed. "Keep up that steady plunging. I love it, oh, do I ever love it, keep that up, keep up those steady movements, oh, do I ever love the fucking movements, oh, keep it up."
The fervent desire mounted inside both of them as Larry Gilbert kept up his thrusting, shoving that hard piercing tool of his all the way inside her mound.
Now he was plunging his penis in all the way, driving it at an accelerated clip inside her.
It was a great experience for him, and he could now feel the impulse rising inside him. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer before he would be spilling his sperm inside her mound, and he wanted to make certain that in the meantime he enjoyed every movement that he put forth with that huge spear of his.
"Oh, what a tight fuck you are," he said. "You've got a beautiful pussy, baby, just the kind a guy likes to screw."
"Keep clamping the screws into me," she sighed. "Keep on shoving that rod in there. Oh, drive it inside me, honey, oh, sock it to me, put it to me, drive that rod in there."
He reached behind her now and let his fingers come into contact with her asscheeks.
"Oh, the cheeks I love to squeeze," he said.
"Ah, so you really like that."
"I sure do. I like the firmness of your skin."
"Keep on letting those fingers come into contact with those asscheeks, honey. I like what you are doing to my box, and I like what you are doing to my mound. I like the way you are driving that rod of yours into me."
"Ah, I'm going to keep it up until I explode," he said. "There's not going to be any slow up.
I'm going to keep pushing and plunging."
"That's the spirit. See that you keep it up."
"Ah, I will, oh, you can't turn back now. Who'd want to turn back now. Oh, I love the plunging, oh, it feels so good, oh, it feels so good to just let yourself go, to let that hard rod of yours go to work."
"It feels good for me to get it. I love those thrusting movements. Keep them up, darling, keep them up. Keep up that stabbing, keep on sending that searing tool into me, drive it inside me, baby, oh, you can do it, drive that rod into me."
He was now breathing heavier than ever as he moved into the closing stages of his devastating act.
His fingers continued to apply themselves ever so diligently around her buttocks, and while that occurred, his penis kept on plunging like a sharp dagger into the very depths of her tight mound.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she called out impatiently.
"Oh, I'm ready to shoot pretty quick."
"Keep that up, darling, oh, keep it up."
"I will, baby, hang in there."
Now he was really surging, pushing himself as fast as he could, plunging that huge rod inside her.
As he moved toward the moment of climax, her legs were twisting and turning. She recognized that she was ready to orgasm as well.
"I'll be going off myself," she said. "Maybe we'll make it together."
"We just might. This is great, a wonderful experience," he nodded. "I'm just going to keep this up, keep it up until I explode. Oh, that's it, keep moving those hips of yours. I like the way you thrust them around to meet my efforts."
"I'm doing it because you are giving me lots of sensations."
"Oh, I know, we're both getting sensations."
His trigger-like rod kept driving with fervent passion as he was pushing so eagerly toward climax.
"Oh, shoot it off, shoot it off inside me," Carol said. "Keep it up, baby, don't let up, put everything you've got into it, put everything you've got into every movement. Oh, yes, I want it, I want you to drive it in there."
As Larry moved into the final stages, he leaned forward and kissed her lips.
He wanted to have those lips locked against hers while he was orgasming.
Their bodies shook, trembling with great appreciation for what they were doing to one another, as Larry pumped the rod in several more times.
He finally felt the juices mounting down there, and now the hot white juices were shooting eagerly out of the end of his rod and into her mound.
At the very same moment, Carol could feel the juices being-released from her as well.
He continued to kiss her, letting the lips lock against hers as they both orgasmed.
He then finally released his lips from hers, looking at her with great satisfaction and smiling happily.
"I absolutely loved that," he said. "Thank you, Nurse. That's really the way to look after a patient's needs."
"Not a word of this to anyone," she said, as she began to put on her clothes. "Keep quiet about this."
"Sure I will, baby, thank you for a great time."
"Don't mention it. I enjoyed it too."
"I can tell you were enjoying it," he nodded. "That body of yours was really twisting and turning."
"You helped to push me to that point."
"I did what I could to get you excited."
"And you succeeded handsomely on that score."
"That's good. I'm glad I did."
She quickly put on her nurse's uniform, then posed in front of the mirror.
She wanted to make sure that, in her haste to put on her uniform, she had not wrinkled it in any way.
She finally satisfied herself that everything was alright, walking toward the door.
"Thanks again," Larry said, waving to her.
"Remember what I said. Not a word to anyone."
"You're on, baby," he winked. "Hope we can get together for some more of this same kind of stimulating therapy during my stay here."
Carol did not comment further. She recognized that she had compromised herself in a way that she hadn't thought possible up until the time that she succumbed.
The more she thought about it as she walked down the hall, the more she recognized that she just couldn't let herself get carried away like that again. It was just too dangerous, too dangerous for words.
She wondered just how she had managed to get that carried away. One moment she was looking at his rod, and the next she was lying there in the middle of that bed letting him thrust his penis to her sharply.
So much of it didn't make sense. But then again, emotions seldom did make sense to her. Once she lost control of them, she discovered that things were inclined to move in an unpredictable manner.
CHAPTER THREE
The rest of the day Carol kept focusing on what had happened with Larry Gilbert.
She thought about the situation and how her resistance had weakened. Perhaps the answer was to find the right man as soon as possible, she thought. Carol recognized that she was a young girl who possessed a great deal in the way of female passions. She concluded that if she did not find the right man, she might be tempted into more relations like those with young men like Larry.
She was still in a troubled state of mind when she got home from work late that afternoon.
She entered the apartment, not even having to unlock the door, which was open. That meant that her room mate, Betty Johnson, an attractive red -haired secretary of twenty-four, was home.
Betty was reading the newspaper and sipping a martini as she entered the room.
"Hello, Carol," Betty looked up from the paper and smiled.
"How's it going, Betty?"
"Oh, just fine. How about me fixing you a martini?"
"Yeah, I think that I can use one," Carol nodded.
"You say that like you're frustrated or something."
"Oh, not any more so than usual, I guess," she shrugged.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that the work gets kind of tough at the hospital. Particularly for somebody like me who is pretty far down on the ladder as far as seniority goes."
"Then I guess what you're telling me is that you get the dirty end of the stick more than the girls who have been there a little while."
"To put it precisely, that's it. You're right."
"That's what I thought you were saying," she nodded. "That's the way it was for me when I was at the office starting out. Now it's a little different, but I really sympathize with those girls who are just beginning. The bosses always put them through the most difficult chores to see if they've got that certain stick-to-it-iveness."
"That's what I'm going through."
"I really sympathize with you, honey. Like you said, you can use a drink."
Actually Carol was dominated by what had happened late that morning. She still couldn't get young Larry Gilbert off her mind. But what had caused the apprehension was not so much the fact that Larry had had sex with her, as it was the fact that she had succumbed the way that she hadn't thought possible.
Betty served up the martinis and she quickly bolted it down.
"Wow, that's not like you to drink that fast," Betty said.
"Maybe I'm a little thirstier tonight," Carol shrugged.
"I don't think it's thirstiness, I think you're disenchanted."
"Maybe so."
"Would you care for another drink?"
"No, better leave it at that."
"Shrewd girl," Betty acknowledged. "I've got some good news for you."
"What's that?"
"Well, a friend of yours just called a few minutes ago."
"Who was that?" she asked curiously.
"Oh, it's Gary Peterson. You certainly remember him."
"Oh yes, the insurance salesman that I double dated with. The one that you introduced me to."
"That's right. We double dated last week. Gary's the guy."
"What did he have to say?"
"He wanted to talk to you."
"Is that right?"
"He left a number for you to call."
"When does he want me to call?"
"He said he'd appreciate a call as soon as you got in. He left a number at this cocktail bar where he was."
"Then I guess I'll give him a call."
"He's really pretty nice. He seems to be doing very well. And, on top of that, he's good looking."
"I noticed that myself," Carol smiled. "Good luck with him."
"Thank you."
Carol walked into the other room. Betty remained in the living room, not wanting to eavesdrop on her friend when she was on the telephone.
Carol dialed the number. A man answered the telephone.
"Marty's Bar," he said.
"I'd like to speak with Gary Peterson, please."
"Sure thing," the man said.
She could hear the commotion emanating in the bar. She heard Gary's name called.
A few moments later Gary Peterson picked up the telephone.
"Hello," he said in that smooth voice of his.
"Gary, this is Carol MacDonald."
"Yes, dear. How are things going with you?"
"Well, kind of hectic."
"I know. I've gone with a few nurses before. I can sympathize with you. It's really a tough type of work."
"Yes, but you've got to keep things in perspective. It also has its rewarding side."
"Yeah, that it has," he concurred. "Listen, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight and take in a play. I've got two tickets to the Huntington Hartford Theater."
"Gee, I've been wanting to see the play that is appearing there. Is the Shakespeare troupe still there?"
"Yes, it is."
"I'd love to go."
"Good. Do you happen to know where the Fifth Street Restaurant is?"
"Yes, on Fifth Street," she chuckled.
"Right on," he laughed. "I mean, whereabouts on Fifth?"
"Yes, I do. I haven't eaten there, but I've been by it many times."
"O.K., I'm right down the street from there. How about you driving over this way and meeting me at the restaurant? We can go from there to the play."
"Alright. Yes, I can meet you."
"I have my main office in this same section. I would offer to drive over and pick you up, but that would take more time than you coming over to meet me here."
"Yes, I agree. This will be a whole lot simpler."
"So when can you meet me?"
"Oh, I can be over there in less than an hour."
"Good. So I'll see you then."
"Thank you for asking me."
"You're quite welcome. I had a good time the other night."
He hung up the phone.
Carol was feeling very happy about things. Perhaps this would be the man for her. He had acted like a gentleman when she had dated him on that other occasion. In addition, she liked the fact that he was articulate and polite. He seemed to have a good deal of class.
Carol showed up in forty-five minutes at the restaurant. There she enjoyed her dinner with Gary Peterson, who talked to her in a highly charming manner.
They then went to the theater, where she thoroughly enjoyed the Shakespeare production.
As she left the theater, walking hand in hand with Gary, she was beginning to feel that perhaps she had met the right man. If only she could find somebody who was genuinely interested in her, a marital possibility, then she would not have to fear incidents such as that which occurred earlier that day with her young patient.
"Why don't we stop at the bar and have a drink?" Gary suggested. "Besides, your car is parked right near there."
"Alright, that will be fine."
"Then we'll do it."
"Certainly we will. I really enjoyed the play."
"You know, not just any girl would be able to fully appreciate a play like that. You're a very high class young woman."
"Thank you," she smiled.
Carol was feeling very good when they arrived at the bar. They sat at a table in a darkened corner of the room.
"I'll have a Scotch and soda," Gary said, when the cocktail waitress appeared at the table.
"I guess I'll have the same thing," Carol smiled.
The girl nodded, walking to the bar and picking up a drink. She then set the drinks down at the table.
All of a sudden Gary started to look at Carol pensively. She wondered what he was about to discuss with her. He took several quick sips from his drink, then resumed conversation.
"You know, Carol, I think quite a bit of you."
"I like you too, Gary."
"That's good, that's very good."
At that point Gary startled Carol by reaching underneath the table and stroking her thigh with his right hand.
It stunned her, since it did not in any way comport with the image she held of him.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd remove your hand, Gary," she said.
"Come on now, what's a little affection between friends?" he laughed.
"I'd really appreciate it, Gary."
"O.K., honey, but there's really no need to be touchy."
"We are in public."
"Alright, have it your way," he finally conceded. "Honey, I just wanted to tell you a few things about my situation. I do very well in the insurance business. I make an awful lot of money."
"You strike me as being very successful. You are to be commended."
"Thank you. But there's something that I've got to tell you."
"Go ahead, Gary."
"I'm married."
At that point Carol's chin dropped with great disappointment.
"I know what you're thinking," Gary said. "It doesn't have to interfere with our relationship at all."
"It doesn't?"
"Not in the least."
"Just what would you suggest?" she looked at him curiously.
"I'd suggest that we keep right on having the same type of relationship that we have now. Except for one thing. I want it to be more intimate, more physical."
"I see. How do you get along with your wife?"
"I get along o.k. with her, except for one thing. I want somebody with a little more sex drive. I want more sex than I am able to get at home."
"Then I suppose that's where I come in."
"To put it quite bluntly, yes."
"Let's put things bluntly. I don't like phonies of any kind."
"I know you don't. I'm sure I can see that. As a successful salesman, I naturally have to be very good at reading into human instincts and tendencies."
"I suppose you do."
"So here's what I'd suggest. I'd certainly make it worth your while for sex."
"How do you know I'm worth it? You've never had sex with me."
"I hope that we can correct that situation quickly," he smiled. "You're young, very beautiful, and have an overpoweringly lovely figure. I know that I'd love you sexually. I just know it. As a matter-of-fact, I hope that after we've discussed this matter, we can go to a motel not far from here and have sex for the first time."
"Just what is it that you want to discuss with me?"
"As I said, I could make it very worth your while, if you'll continue this relationship with me, but in a more sexual way. I just wish that you would be my mistress. I know how that sounds. I want you to think this over and think it over carefully. It's really nothing to be shocked about. I'll furnish you with beautiful clothes, a beautiful apartment. All the trimmings. In addition to that, I'll arrange for you to meet me in different places for vacations. You know, combining business and pleasure."
"What about my nursing position?"
"I think that you ought to give that up. A beautiful girl like you should be living a lot more comfortably."
"And you'll foot the entire bill?"
"Yes, I will. Now what do you say, darling?"
He was smiling broadly. She was fuming underneath, even though she had done her best to control her temper.
Now she had heard his entire story. And she was fuming more noticeably than ever.
She reached out with her right hand and slapped his face.
Then she jumped up from her seat.
"Don't be hasty about this," Gary said, obviously stunned by her abrupt reaction.
"I'm not being hasty about anything," she exploded. "You filled me in on all the details. That's all I've got to know."
"But honey, it would be a wonderful way to live."
"Maybe for some people. Not for me."
She turned and stalked angrily out of the bar. All eyes were focused on her, in that everyone in the bar had observed her slapping Gary's face.
Her fingers were trembling and the tears were rolling down her cheeks as she got into her car and drove back to the apartment.
Betty was watching a television program when she entered the apartment.
"How did it go, honey?" Betty asked.
"Downright lousy."
"How come?"
"The sonofabitch is married, and asked me to be his mistress," Carol exploded.
"The hypocrite," Betty said. "He told me he was single."
"Well, he lied to you."
Carol went immediately to her room, closing the door behind her.
Now she was more frustrated than ever. The man she had hoped would apply some badly needed stability to her life had been anything but stable himself.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was two days later, and Carol was feeling tinges of nervousness in her stomach as she walked into Larry Gilbert's room.
"Good morning," he said, beaming happily.
"Hello, Larry," she replied in a subdued tone.
"That's no way to greet your lover. Surely you can talk to me a little friendlier than that."
"Let's forget about what happened the other day."
"Forget about it?" he looked at her incredulously. "Come on now. That's about all I've been thinking about ever since it happened."
"I wish you would dismiss it from your mind."
"No way. This was just too fantastic."
"Come on, Larry, I'll wash you now."
"Oh yes, that means I take off all my clothes."
He looked at her and winked happily.
"Don't get any strange ideas," she warned.
"Well, I don't know if you'd call them strange. I think you'd call them just downright normal."
"I really wish you would get off that kick. We did what we did, and that's it. I don't want to discuss this anymore."
"I don't want to discuss it either. I don't want to discuss anything, as a matter-of-fact. I'd like some more action."
"That's exactly what I don't want to hear," she replied crossly. "I'm a nurse, not a sex object. I'm not a whore. I'm not your personal mistress."
"You don't have to be any of those things. You can just be a girl who wants to get some kicks, and I can be a guy who wants to give them to you."
"Go to hell."
"That's pretty strong language."
"It's deserved in your case."
"You know, it really makes me feel bad to hear you go on like this."
"I wouldn't, unless you pushed me into it."
"It really makes me feel sad. It makes me feel like you're really not the least bit grateful for that fuck I gave you the other day."
"It's not a case of gratitude or ingratitude. It's a case of realizing what happened."
"O.K., O.K.," he shook his head. "I get the point."
She began breathing a little easier, determining that perhaps he had indeed gotten the point.
He removed his clothing quickly. Now he was all ready to be washed.
As she began to wash his genitals, she once more began to feel excited.
There was something about that guy that really turned her on whenever she saw his cock getting hard.
She could feel the lump in her throat, and now she was fearful about once more weakening under pressure.
Larry was shrewd enough to observe what was going on inside her. He was able to determine in his own mind that she was getting more and more excited for action, and that she was gradually weakening.
As she finished washing him, he reached down with his right hand and jerked on his now hard cock. It was as erect as it could possibly be.
"Just take a look at that," he chuckled. "Come on now, baby, you don't have to be such a spoilsport. You certainly should enjoy this, baby."
The longer that she watched his fingers working up and down on that lengthy rod, the more her resistance weakened.
Once again she became extremely agitated as she watched him go through the paces.
As he kept up those finger movements, she was watching him with great interest.
"How'd you like to go down on me?" he asked with a smile.
"How'd you like to drop dead?"
"Come on now. Don't talk to me like that. You know that you're excited for sex. You want it, baby. Let's admit it. You're not doing a very good job of hiding it."
"What makes you so sure of yourself?"
"I can see that expression on your face. You're dying to find out what it's like to lick my cock. Come on, honey, just take it away from me and grab a hold of it. I'll bet that after you've pumped on it a few times, you're going to be so curious you're going to want to lick around the tip of it. Then you're really going to be on your way."
"You're certainly confident of yourself, aren't you?"
"I know a hot chick when I see one, and you're definitely in that category."
"You really think I'm that hot for it?"
"I know you are, and so do you," he said. "Now go ahead, baby, just grab a hold of that rod of mine. Just move those fingers of yours a little bit."
She reached out and grabbed a hold of his rod, letting it dangle in her fingers.
There was something almost magical in that cock of his, she immediately noticed, and now she began to work those fingers up and down his hard rod.
The longer that she put them to work, the faster that she began to move them.
Up and down she worked ever so briskly, getting turned on every bit as much on this occasion as she had previously.
As she worked those fingers over his huge rod, he began to smile.
"O.K., work the fingers of your right hand over my cock, just like you're doing, and with the other hand, you can work the fingers over my balls," he exclaimed. "Come on and keep up that action, baby, keep it up. Oh honey, you're really coming through now."
She instinctively did precisely what he asked. By that time she was almost exclusively under his domination without even knowing it.
Now those fingers of both hands were working ever so briskly. The fingers of one hand were working their way over his cock, while the fingers of the other hand were working devastatingly on his balls.
After keeping up those movements for quite some time, she decided that it might be a good idea for her to find out what it would be like to let her tongue come into contact with his cock.
As she leaned over, she knew precisely what to expect.
"That's it, work that tongue around my cock," he said. "Once you start doing that, you're not going to want to stop, baby. You're going to want to lick and lick until you finally make me explode. So put that tongue to work, darling, get it to work on my cock."
As she continued to let the fingers of her left hand work freely over his balls, she let her tongue soar with devastating passion along the long throbbing rod of his.
At first she did no more than just barely touch it, moving her tongue over the very tip of it. But the longer she kept up the activity, the more excited she became. Her movements became more rapid, and after a while she began to extend them up and down the length of his entire organ.
"Oh, now you're cooking, baby, now you're really cooking," he exclaimed. "Keep working that tongue over my cock, baby, and keep the fingers moving over my balls. Oh, I really like what you're doing, oh, this is great, keep up those fantastic movements. You are really getting the job done, sweetheart, you are really exciting me now. Oh, it won't be long before I'm going to give you a mouthful of my hot juice, and when you get it, you'll want to eat every drop of that hot stuff. It's good hot sperm, baby, and it will make you feel good to swallow it. So keep up those movements, honey, don't let up for one second, keep that tongue going."
His encouragement caused her to lick his penis all the more frenziedly.
Now she was letting that tongue move quickly, working it as rapidly as she could up and down the length of his huge organ.
She savored letting her tongue come into consistent devastating contact with that hard rod of his.
The longer that she kept it up, the closer he came to shooting. Now his body was rocking as he lay there on that bed.
"Keep licking, honey, keep on licking," he gasped, "just keep up the tongue work. Keep the tongue moving, honey, keep it going. Oh, I love it, I love that action. Keep that tongue working, keep it sliding, oh baby, work that tongue."
She was now looking forward to receiving that juice. She remembered one other occasion when she had performed fellatio on a young man. It had been when she was in high school, and that time, just as he was getting ready to explode, she moved her mouth away from his organ so that his orgasm splattered on the floor.
The young man had been angry about it, but she had not cared. She did not want to get quite that intimate with him. Not to the point of receiving his load.
But with this young man it was different. She wanted to receive Larry's hot load. She wanted to obtain the generous delights afforded by that hot instrument, and its exploding mechanism.
"Ah, I'm there, I'm there," he exclaimed.
Now he threw his fingers on top of her head and ran them through her hair.
"Come on, honey, come on, baby, keep that going, eat that cum, eat that juicy sperm," he said.
She went to work, determined to taste his hot load.
She waited for those first few hot droplets of white orgasmic liquid to penetrate out of the end of his solid rod and into her mouth.
"Eat it, eat it, eat my juice," he exclaimed. "Come on, baby, go after my liquid. Oh, eat that juice, eat that hot juice, baby, you can do it, baby, you can eat it all. You can collect that juicy reward."
She stuck with it. At first she gasped and coughed several times, but she did her best in terms of trying to eat as much of his orgasmic liquid as she could.
She stuck with it all the way, spitting out only a few droplets of his orgasm.
As she removed her tongue from his penis, she felt very strange about what had just transpired.
"I taught you quite a lesson," Larry laughed. "You weren't all that experienced at going down on guys, were you?"
"No, I wasn't."
"You're more experienced now."
"I guess I am."
"Thanks to me."
"Now don't pat yourself on the back too much."
"Well, I am pretty proud of it."
"O.K., as I said before. Not a word of this to anyone."
"That's our secret, baby. You're the best screw a guy ever had."
"I'm delighted to know you respect me so much."
"I respect you as a woman, and that's really all that counts. I think you're great at sex. I can't say anything better about any woman other than that."
"No, to a horny guy like you, I guess that would be the ultimate compliment."
"You bet your sweet ass it is. How about some more sex?"
"I've got to be leaving."
"When will I see you again?"
"I don't know."
"I hope it's soon."
"We'll see."
She left the room knowing fully well that she had the next day off.
Now she was able to see just how widely encompassing this dilemma was becoming.
The more sex action that she obtained from Larry Gilbert, the better that she liked it. She wondered if she was on the verge of entering a new phase of promiscuity, one that perhaps would exceed even that which she had experienced when she was in high school.
She had mixed feelings about the whole thing. Certainly she had enjoyed the sex with Larry, but she wondered just how far it was going to carry her.
She was fearful about the prospects for the future.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was two days later and Carol was sitting in the cafeteria having a cup of coffee.
She was feeling very squeamish about life in general. She had had high hopes for Gary Peterson, hoping that their relationship would evolve into something permanent. But Gary had been a bitter disappointment, and she had taken it as a great insult when he had offered her a position as his mistress, someone to receive his sexual satisfaction from whenever he could sneak away from his wife.
She was having a bad case of the blues, and furthermore, she didn't seem to know just how to work her way out of it.
As she sipped her coffee, she observed a familiar face walk toward her.
It was Dr. Wayne Ames, one of the newer doctors on the ward. She remembered when he had served his internship at the hospital, and from the beginning she had disliked him.
Dr. Ames had done his best to make a play for her on numerous occasions, and several of her fellow nurses had told her in effect that she was crazy for turning down his offers for dates.
"You've really done something silly," she recalled one of her friends saying. "He's so good looking and with that determination of his, he'll be a wealthy man some day."
"I'm not interested in the wealth factor," Carol recalled replying. "I don't like him as a person, so that's that."
"You're a hard case to figure out," the girl had said, walking away at that point.
Carol had not regarded it as a difficult case to figure out at all. All she knew was that Wayne Ames was not her type. He had played college football at a major university, and was very muscular. He was proud of his body, and proud of the fact that he had attained note worthiness on the gridiron.
The first time that she had met him was when he was finishing out his interning at the hospital. He had introduced himself to her, then had exclaimed:
"Of course, I'm sure that the name rings a bell, doesn't it?"
"I'm sorry, but it doesn't. Should it?" she had replied.
"What do you mean? Surely you're kidding?"
"I'm not kidding about anything. I just said that I wondered why the name should ring a bell."
"I was an all conference guard at the university here," he replied in a miffed tone, angry that he had to even mention that fact to her. "Don't you remember me?"
"I'm sorry, but I never have gone to football games. I don't know much about the sport at all. I had an uncle who liked to go to baseball games, and he took me to a few. But I don't even know about baseball."
"Well, if you knew anything about football, you'd know about me," he snapped.
Later that same day, after he had cooled off a little, he had asked for a date.
Disliking him any way, Carol savored the opportunity to tell him no, which she promptly did.
"And why the hell not?" he had stormed.
"I'm going to be a doctor here and I'm going to really carry quite a bit of weight. If you know what's good for you, you would really be a bit more diplomatic and try and get better acquainted with me."
"I'm sorry, but I can't make it," she had told him steadily.
"O.K., O.K.," he had shaken his head, "have it your way."
Now he was moving toward her table, sporting a huge grin.
It had been touch and go between them ever since they had first met. Wayne had been perpetually on the go, attempting to get her to go out with him. She, on the other hand, had been just as determined to turn him down.
Now Wayne was standing before her at the table, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Mind if I join you?" he grinned.
"No, go ahead," she said, smiling back.
She tried as best she could to be diplomatic toward him, even though it was sometimes highly difficult.
He sat down and took a long sip from his coffee. Then he looked lengthily into her eyes, smiling all the while.
"You grow more gorgeous every day, sweetheart," he said.
"Thank you."
"What do you owe your beauty to?"
"Oh, I don't know. My clean living, I guess."
"You know something ? Clean living is a synonym for boredom," he laughed.
"Oh, I don't know. It's enabled me to carry out my nurse's duties very well."
"Well, honey, I'm certainly no slouch when it comes to surgery or any of the other aspects of a doctor's professional existence," Wayne Ames said. "But I'll tell you one damned thing. When I get through after a long day, I'll go to a party and I'll sip my share of booze. I'll fuck my share of broads. I dig women and I dig booze, and I think it makes me a better doctor. It motivates me that much more. If I didn't have these other things to look forward to when I get off work, I don't think that I could even take it, not even for one day."
"Well, God made us all a little differently," she replied tactfully.
"What's God got to do with it?"
"Just this. What I'm saying is that we're all a little different, and I guess that's good."
"It can be, but when a chick's too different from me, there's no way of getting together. I mean there's no communicative rapport."
"I guess a person can't have a rapport with everybody anyway. There are differences in people."
"I know, I know, and that's all you've been telling me ever since I sat down at the table."
"Well, I was just responding to what you said. You were telling me about your lifestyle and I was telling you about mine."
"Just what are you trying to tell me?" his eyes narrowed as he looked at her with disgust.
"That people are different."
"No. admit it. You're going further than that. You're saying that we're different from each other. Isn't that right?"
"I think that that is an inevitable conclusion. After all, we probably would get along a little better otherwise."
"Maybe so, maybe so," he said. "I think there's a lot more in the way of common ground than what you care to admit. It's just that for some reason or other you're chicken shit. You just don't want to let yourself go."
"If you're going to talk to me in this disgusting manner, I'll leave."
"Come on and simmer down," he said. "O.K., sorry if I shocked you by using dirty language. Or what you consider dirty language, anyway. I just consider it factual language. You've been acting up, baby, every time that I've talked with you. I've tried to be nice to you, but for some reason or other, you just don't buy it."
"Maybe your idea of being nice doesn't coincide with mine."
"There you go again. You're trying to make it look like we're poles and poles apart when we don't have to be. Why don't you let yourself go and be a human being, have a little fun?"
"I do have fun. I truly enjoy my career."
"That's a laugh," he chuckled. "That's not all you want. Don't you want some good loving from a man?"
"Well, I guess I do."
"You guess?"
"Alright, I do. But I realize that a lot of these things only occur in time. So I don't want to rush anything. I'll just let nature take its own course."
"That's the big difference between us," he said, cockily. "I control nature, whereas you react to it."
"How can you control nature?"
"I control it by controlling the course of events around me. That's how I do it."
"I see. Well, I'm glad you're that shrewd. I wouldn't ever claim to be able to do anything like that."
"Oh no, you're little Miss Goody-good, aren't you?"
"You're getting sarcastic again."
At that point she finished sipping her coffee, getting up from the table.
"Come on, talk to me a little longer," he said. "I'll buy you a cup of coffee, in fact."
"No, thank you. I've got to be getting back."
"Don't you enjoy talking to me?"
"I really have to be getting back. It's not a question of enjoying or not enjoying."
"You sound like one of these Watergate politicians," he said disgustedly. "You ask them a direct question, and they'll figure a way of wheedling out of it. The next thing I know you'll be telling me that you want to make something perfectly clear. You're going to say that?"
"No, I'll leave that up to the President."
"It sounds like it would be a good line for you, if he hadn't thought of it first. That's just about what you're telling me every time that you speak, for the same reason. It's a good way of saying nothing."
"I really must be going."
"Look, honey, why don't we bury the hatchet?"
"I don't know that there's any hatchet that I have to bury."
"Come on, now."
"I mean it. I don't really have anything against you. I just have the feeling that we don't get along with each other as well as certain other people would. So it really is nothing to hold against either one of us."
"I'd like to try and do something about it. What do you say we go out tonight? I'd like to take you out to dinner and a movie."
"No, thank you, I can't make it."
"Why not?"
"I just can't."
"That's the same line of bullshit you're al ways handing me." , "I'm sorry, I can't make it."
"You sound like a broken record."
"I really must be going."
"You just don't want to go with me. That's it, isn't it? It isn't that you've got something else to do, now is it?"
"Goodbye, Wayne. It was nice talking to you."
"Like hell," Wayne Ames growled.
Her heart was beating as she walked out of the cafeteria. Dr. Wayne Ames never ceased making her nervous. She didn't like his attitude, or anything else about him.
He talked to her and the other girls like they owed him something. Perhaps a number of the other girls went along with it, but she wouldn't. It was intolerable to her.
Now she remembered who she would be seeing as she made her rounds.
She felt tension in her stomach as she recognized that she would be going to see Larry Gilbert.
This time, she reasoned, she would be adopting a pattern of inner reserve. She just couldn't let him dictate to her any longer. Even though she might be attracted to him, she recognized that it was just too risky to continue having sex with him.
On top of that, as far as she was concerned, it was just plain wrong. She just couldn't go on acting in such a manner.
With great determination she walked down the hall toward his room. If he tried anything this time, she would shrug him off before" anything was allowed to happen.
CHAPTER SIX
Now she entered the hospital room, looking in the direction of Larry.
She gulped nervously as she observed him lying there nude. As she did so, he reached out and pumped up and down on his hard penis, just to let her know that he was definitely in the mood.
"Surprise," he laughed. "This time I thought I'd be ready for action when you got inside."
"You know, you are very brazen."
"Now let's not go through this again," he laughed.
"I mean it. I just can't get involved with you again, Larry."
"Why not? Hell, I've really enjoyed having sex with you, and you've enjoyed it too. Now let's come clean. We dig each other. Why the hell should we hide it?"
"Look, Larry, you're a nice young guy. I like you a whole lot. But I'll be darned if I'm going to have any more sex with you. I could destroy everything if I ever got caught."
"Nothing is even worth trying, honey, unless it's daring. This is daring. I dig you and you dig me. Why the hell should we try and hide it?"
"Oh, I see. Then maybe we ought to just go outside and have sex in the hall."
"No, I'm not saying that," he chuckled. "I'm just saying that we dig each other, so we really don't have anything to be ashamed of. I mean, insofar as we're concerned. Who the hell is going to find out about us, anyway? I love you, honey, and I wish that I could marry you."
"You're talking utter nonsense."
"Oh, I realize that it wouldn't be the practical thing to do. I realize that. But I'm just saying that I think it would be a great thing for me and a great thing for you. O.K., so it wouldn't be practical. We can still have a lot of fun with each other. We can still have sex, can't we?"
"I really don't think we can."
"Why the hell not?"
"I don't want to turn into the town bitch," she said irritably.
"You mean to say that by fucking with me you'd be turning into the town bitch?"
"I'm getting too promiscuous, and I don't like the trend."
"You're a worry wart, an absolute worry wart."
"No, I'm not. What I'm saying makes some sense, though. It makes a lot of sense, even though you're unable to recognize it."
"Like hell," he said disgustedly. "You're not making any sense at all, baby. We dig each other and it's crazy to think of depriving ourselves of sex with each other."
"That's what you said before."
"I wouldn't be repeating myself if I didn't think it was necessary. You are making me repeat myself."
"Don't be silly. Let's just stop talking about all this nonsense. Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to take care of you by washing you and rubbing you down. Then I'm going to leave."
"Gosh, you don't know how that disappoints me.
"I'm sorry, Larry, but that's just the way it has to be."
"Gosh, I'm really disappointed."
She felt a little funny as Larry looked at her sadly, then dropped his head.
She washed his body off, then decided it was time for her to massage him.
"O.K., now you can turn over on your stomach," she said.
She turned him on his stomach.
Even though she hated to admit it, she was feeling tremendous excitement down there between her legs as her fingers came into contact with his back.
He was very muscular there, and his skin was warm, sensual and firm.
The longer that she put those skilled fingers of hers to work against his back, the better that she found herself enjoying it.
The fingers continued to make steady, fervent contact over his back.
She then massaged his neck. The longer that she touched him, the more aroused she found herself becoming.
"You're doing a great job massaging me," he said. "Now just reach down there and touch my cock."
"You heard what I said, Larry, that's over. It's over and done with."
"Oh, come on, just reach out and touch it. It's not going to hurt you. My cock isn't going to bite you."
"I'm a little disgusted with you for going back on your word. I didn't think we were going to talk about this again."
"What word?" he laughed. "I never promised you that I wouldn't talk about it."
"Well, maybe you didn't. I don't know."
"I didn't, baby."
Now he turned over on his back. He reached out and grabbed a hold of his penis, moving his fingers up and down it briskly.
"Oh, baby, just touch it," he said. "Just reach out and touch it once."
Suddenly she found herself unable to resist his advances. She reached out and grabbed a hold of his penis with her right hand, maneuvering her fingers up and down it.
"Ah, that's it, that's the way to move those fingers," he smiled. "I love that, I really do."
She briskly massaged his penis for several seconds, after which she released her fingers from it.
"O.K., now I want to lick your pussy," he said. "I want you to take off those clothes of yours. Take off those sexy white stockings. Better yet, I'll help you to take them off."
"Please. Let's just let things stay where they are."
"After a brisk cock massage like that?" he laughed. "Not on your life, baby."
At that point he reached out and threw his arms around her. His lips came into steady contact with hers.
Those lips remained firmly locked against each other for several long seconds, after which Larry released his lips from hers.
Now he reached out and began to remove her white nurse's uniform.
When he got her down to her underwear, he reached out and grabbed a hold of her white stockings.
He snapped those stockings eagerly, enjoying the sexy movements he was putting forth.
"Ah, what nice sexy stockings," he laughed. "I really love touching them. I get all the harder looking at those stockings of yours. Honey, you're really something, baby, I really dig you."
He kept on playing with the stockings, until he decided it was time for him to remove them.
Now the fingers were going to work all the more eagerly.
"I've got to get those stockings off," he laughed. "I've just got to go down on you, baby, I've got to get that tongue working inside that mound of yours. Ah, what a nice mound you've got. I'm going to lick it, baby, I'm going to lick it until the pussy juices come out of it. I like your mound, I like you, I like everything about you. You're beautiful, baby, absolutely beautiful."
"You're sure filled with flattery."
"You'd better believe it I am," he laughed. "The harder my cock gets, the greater the flattery becomes."
"I guess that's the way it works, doesn't it?"
"You're damned right. Ah, baby, you know what I want to do to you?"
"Yes, you want to eat my box."
"That's just part of it. There's something else I want to do as well."
"What's that?"
"I want to give you a thorough tongue bath. I mean, I want to let that tongue of mine whiplash like crazy about your mound. Then I'm going to let it whiplash around your breasts. I think I might even make love to your toes."
"Now certainly you're not going to tell me that my toes are sexy?"
"Everything about you is sexy. Including your toes. Your earlobes. There's not a part of you that is unsexy. You're appealing, baby, really appealing."
"You're sure getting carried away, aren't you?"
"Yes, and I've got every reason to be carried away."
"I'm telling you, I've never heard such a line."
"It's not a line. I just happen to be a guy who digs beautiful chicks, and you're about the most beautiful one I know of."
"Certainly you're not serious about that."
"Oh, I couldn't be more dead serious," he said soberly. "You're absolutely beautiful, honey, there's no other way to say it. I'm going to make love to you, honey, I'm going to let that tongue of mine loose all over this beautiful body of yours."
"Oh, you've just about got the stockings off now."
"I know, then the panties and the bra, and after that you're going to be naked, beautiful and naked."
"You're getting me hot just thinking about it."
"You're damned right," he laughed. "We should both be getting awfully hot. I'm hot too, baby, hot for this gloriously beautiful body of yours. Hot. to get this tongue of mine working around your mound and around your breasts. I can hardly wait, baby, to cut loose. I can hardly wait to provide you with the ultimate in sex satisfaction."
"Oh, finish undressing me, baby, I need you, I need you," she gasped, her body trembling earnestly.
"Now that's more like it. Now you are thinking with your heart. You're being honest. You're not holding anything back."
"Right now I can't hold a thing back."
"You're damned right you can't, and you shouldn't."
He leaned forward and grabbed a hold of the stockings, pulling them off completely. Now that the stockings were removed, he reached out and grabbed a hold of her panties.
"Ah, I'm going to pull them off," he gasped. "I'm going to pull those panties off. Then I'm going to pull the bra off. I'm going to fuck you, baby, I'm going to lick you, I'm going to do everything. I'm going to really give you the action."
"Baby, oh baby, don't spare me, don't spare me anything," she sighed.
"I won't, sweetheart, not a damned thing."
He reached out and grabbed a hold of her panties. As his fingers came into brisk contact with the elastic, he became all the more aroused.
His fingers worked frantically around her panties as he pulled them down with eager swipes of his wrists.
"Ah, I'm getting hungrier every second, so hungry for your action," he exclaimed. "You're so beautiful, baby, just hang in there, baby, just hang in there."
Now he pulled off her panties, looking at her beautiful mound.
"I want to finger this pussy a little while," he said. "This time we're really going to enjoy it. You know, the big problem with two people as turned on with each other as we are is that we just can't take too much of the hot action. I mean, it just gets to be too much for people. But not now, baby, we're working this thing just right. We're going to see to it that we time everything just right. We're not going to hurry, we're going to take our good old sweet time and by doing that we're going to get that much more in the way of excitement out of this beautiful sex activity."
"You call the shots, honey. You're doing a beautiful job."
"You're damned right I am," he laughed. "I'm doing a beautiful job, and I'm going to keep on doing a beautiful job."
"Ah, baby, keep it up."
"Oh, what a nice mound you've got."
Now he was letting those fingers go to work with great eagerness.
Back and forth the fingers were maneuvering, and as they did so, he became that much more enchanted with the way things were going.
All it took were a few brisk strokes directed by his fingers around her mound and she was becoming moist.
She was moist down there between her legs, and he was determined to get her even moister.
He felt like letting his tongue go to work on her mound immediately, but after thinking it over some more, he decided that it would not be a good idea to lick her right then and there.
He felt that the thing to do would be to string out the action a little more. That would be the best way to do it. He would string out the action, then he would allow that tongue to go to work.
So he continued to maneuver those fingers around that mound, and as he did so, he observed her becoming that much more excited.
"Come on, baby, just keep the fingers working," she exclaimed. "You're wonderful, baby, you're absolutely wonderful. Come on and work those fingers around, darling, keep working those fingers. Oh, work them, baby, work the fingers."
Back and forth he was going to work with that fervent activity. She liked what was happening. She liked the way that she was coming unglued with sexual delight from every finger movement that his fingertips put into effect.
Suddenly he removed his fingers from her. The abrupt movements came about as a result of the fact that he realized the necessity of removing her bra at that particular point in time.
"I've got to get off the bra," he said. "I've got to remove it. Then I'm going to start tonguing you, honey, I'm really going to tongue those breasts of yours. They're so beautiful, so wonderful, I'm going to tongue them, I'm going to let my teeth nibble on them. I'm going to give you so much excitement. I'm going to turn you every way but loose, darling, I'm really going to have a blast this time."
"A little less talk, baby, and a little more action," she exclaimed.
Now his fingers went to work on her bra. He removed the bra with several quick flicks of the wrist.
"O.K., now we can really go to work," he laughed. "Oh, will you look at those tits. They're absolutely glorious, absolutely delicious. Yes indeed, honey, they really look great."
"Come on and put your tongue to work," she said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now he was letting his fingertips massage her beautiful face.
"That's such nice smooth skin," he sighed.
"Well, just keep on moving those fingers around it, baby. Get all the satisfaction you can. Don't worry, when it comes to satisfaction, with someone like you, baby, I'll get all I can."
"That's the way I like to hear you talk."
"That's the only way to fly, baby."
While those fingers were going to work fervently, he worked his tongue inside her mouth.
He gulped several times, then let that tongue come into blazing contact with hers.
He wanted brisk tongue action, and he decided that there was no better way to get some fervent tongue action initiated than through allowing his tongue to come into steady fervent contact with hers.
Back and forth he was manipulating it, and the longer he did so, the more he enjoyed it.
He liked the way that her body quivered as his tongue worked ever so feverishly against hers.
Back and forth he was allowing it freedom of movement, and as the tongue went to work, he kept on allowing it to circulate and blaze with great passion against her tongue.
He kept up the French kissing until he decided that it was time to go on to the next step of the action. At that point he released his tongue from her mouth.
"O.K., darling, I'm going to put the tongue to work against your breasts now," he said. "I'm really going to give those tits of yours some action."
"I'm ready for it, baby, oh, I can hardly wait. Get the tongue to work, darling, I want that action."
"You're really going to get it, honey."
"I'm waiting. After all you said and all, you've really got me excited."
"Now all I've got to do is live up to my image," he laughed.
"I'm sure you can do that."
"Hell yes, baby, I can do it."
"Get the tongue to work. Go ahead and work it, baby."
"Hang on, sweetheart, because that's exactly what I'm going to do."
He leaned his head forward, allowing that hot tongue of his to press against her left breast.
"Ah, come on, honey, work the tongue," she exclaimed. "Come on, baby, don't spare anything. I need you, darling, I really need you."
With encouragement like that, the entire process of licking her breasts became all that more appetizing to him.
He reached over and grabbed a hold of her body. He clutched those gloriously lovely asscheeks, then let the tongue fire away on her left breast.
"Oh, that feels so good," she gasped. "Come on, baby, and keep working the tongue. Keep working your fingers around my ass. Oh, that feels so great, just keep up that action, baby, I love it."
He would maneuver the tongue in and up and down fashion for several seconds at a brisk clip, then he would work it back and forth.
All the while he made certain that those tongue movements were kept at a fervent pace. He wasn't about to let up, since he was so excited.
He kept on with the action, providing that tongue with all kinds of vigorous activity.
She liked the vertical movements, as well as the horizontal. He kept her in a state of perpetual excitement. The longer that that tongue of his collided with her warm, voluptuous breasts, the better that both of them liked it.
"Keep it up, baby, oh, I want you to keep up the licking," she encouraged. "I'm inspired, baby, I'm inspired by that hot tongue of yours. Keep it working, darling, oh, keep it working, baby, keep up the tongue."
So he was doing his best to provide himself as well as her with the utmost in sexual satisfaction.
Now the tongue was working at a sweepingly magnificent pace, driving spiritedly around her breasts.
"Ah, don't let up, baby, keep it going," she sighed. "Oh, keep the tongue working, darling, keep it working fast."
As the tongue continued to work quickly, he worked his fingers with that much greater frequency around her buttocks.
With driving enthusiasm he kept up his formidable pace, getting her all the more excited.
After he had finished leaving a trail of hot saliva on her left breast, he decided that it was time to shift the activity over to her right breast.
"I want to lick your right breast now," he said, removing his tongue dramatically.
"O.K., darling, I'm all set."
"Hang on, baby, for more hot action."
As his tongue sank against her other breast, her body began to dance with great glee.
She was enjoying those fervent movements that he was putting forth, and the longer that he provided her with them, the better that she liked it.
She hadn't realized up until then just how much fun she could have getting some fervent action from that hot tongue of his.
"Come on and lick, honey," she said, "keep the tongue working, baby, I want it, I need it."
Now that tongue was operating like a lightning bolt, moving forward fervently as he kept up his brisk action.
"You're really great, baby, you've got great timing," she exclaimed. "You couldn't be any better, honey, just keep going, honey, just keep that tongue working, oh, keep it working spiritedly, I love it, I love the action. I love the pace you're setting. Keep it up, honey, don't let up."
He kept on working that tongue as quickly as he could, and now he was really starting to get hot down there between his legs.
He knew that he would have little difficulty exploding-his juices inside her, but he did not even want to think about that at the moment. For the time being he was eagerly anticipating just one thing, providing her with the utmost in tongue satisfaction from him.
He knew that later things would take their course, after he had finished supplying himself and her with the ultimate in tongue sensations.
"Ah, you're hot, so hot," she sighed, "keep up the tongue work, baby, oh, keep it up, darling, I want it, oh, do I want it. You're magnificent, baby, that tongue of yours is just too much."
Now he decided that it was time to release his tongue from her hot breast. He wanted to move on to the next stage of the hot action.
"O.K., sweetheart, now I've got something else in store for you," he smiled.
"What's that, baby?"
"I'm going to use my teeth instead of my tongue."
"Don't tell me that you're going to bite me?"
"Of course I am."
"You're putting me on."
"Like hell I am. I'm not about to put you on at this point. I'm too hot, baby. Just look at the size of this cock of mine. If I'm not excited by you, honey, then nobody is."
"Yeah, but this talk about the teeth."
"Sure, I'm going to use them. I'm going to use the teeth on you."
"For what reason?"
"To give you love bites."
"Love bites? That's really something," she chuckled.
"Just wait until you get those hot love bites. You're really going to like it."
"You mean you're going to nibble on me?"
"That's exactly what I mean."
"That does sound interesting."
"You're damned right it does. Just wait till you see how I do it."
"I'm waiting."
"O.K., just hang on there, darling."
Now he was lowering that head of his and allowing that mouth to come into contact with her left breast.
She liked the way that he was moving his teeth, allowing them to nibble ever so effectively against her breast.
"Ah, I love that, baby, I really do," she laughed. "Oh, keep that action up ... I really like that action, baby, I really love it."
While the teeth were continuing to nibble against her nipples, he ran his fingers sensuously through her hair.
"Oh, you know how to get me excited every which way," she exclaimed. "You are really great, darling. You really know how to do it, darling, you really know how to turn a girl on. I'm really impressed with what you're showing me, honey, keep it up, keep up this tongue bath, I really love it."
Now he was working the teeth against her right breast, and as he did so, she became that much more excited with the way that things were going.
"You're too much, darling, you're too much for any girl to withstand without going out of her mind," she sighed. "Just keep those teeth moving, darling, I really love it. I really love what you're doing, baby, keep that up, oh, keep it up, keep those teeth of yours working."
He continued to run his fingers smoothly through her hair while his teeth were manipulating ever so freely over her nipple.
He finally decided to release his teeth from her nipple and go on to the next stage of the action.
"Now I'm going to make love to your ears," he said. "You're kidding?"
"No, I'm really not. I'm going to let this tongue loose inside your earlobes."
"That really does sound fascinating."
"You're damned right. Just hang in there, sweetheart, because we're going to make beautiful music together."
"Oh, it looks to me like we're already making it."
"I know, but it's going to continue. The pace is going to get that much faster. It's really going to get hectic."
"I like this kind of hectic action."
"That makes two of us, sweetheart."
"Oh, honey, you're just too much for me."
"You know, it's just the other way around," he laughed. "You're so much for me that I can't take it. I just go out of my gourd. I go out of my gourd around you, honey, and will you look at the size of this cock of mine."
"I see."
"Yeah, baby, if s pretty big, and that means just one thing. That you're exciting me."
"Ah, baby, I like exciting you."
He leaned forward and let that hot tongue of his pursue her in a steadily rhythmic fashion.
It went to work inside her ear, driving at an enthusiastic clip as he pursued her earlobe.
As he kept up those driving movements, she laid back and enjoyed every one of them.
"Honey, oh, what a lover you are," she gasped, "keep that up, baby, oh, that tongue of yours is so steady, so strong, so firm, so wonderful, oh, I love what you are doing."
He kept up the fervent tongue movement inside her left earlobe for quite some time, then released his tongue and began the same type of action inside her right earlobe.
He kept on moving that tongue of his at a steady pace, and as he did so, he observed her body quivering all the more.
Now she was bouncing up and down that bed, thoroughly aroused by what, was happening.
Back and forth he continued those fervent movements, and the longer that he kept them up, the more excitement he generated inside her.
He finally released his tongue from her hot earlobe.
"Now I'm going to go to work on your mound," he announced.
"Oh, am I ever ready for it," she said. "Get the tongue working, baby, oh, get it working."
"Don't worry, sweetheart, you are going to get that hot action. I'm going to really go to work inside that mound of yours."
"I need your movements, I need those hot tongue movements," she said. "Just keep them up, sweetheart, oh, I need it. I need your action."
"I really got you hot with this other tongue action, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did everything but lick my toes."
"I'll be glad to do that if you want me to."
"No, I just couldn't stand it. I'm so hot that I need your licking right now inside my mound. Oh, do I ever need that."
"O.K., then that's what I'll do."
"Oh, please do. Please work that tongue around."
"Just hang on, baby, because I'm going to go to work inside there."
"Give me all that hot action. I really need it."
He leaned forward and let his tongue go to work inside her mound.
As he did so, he let his fingers fervently maneuver over her buttocks once more.
"Oh, play with my asscheeks," she encouraged. "I like it, baby, I really like it. Play with those asscheeks while that tongue of yours is skirting around my mound. I really need that kind of hot action, baby, oh, do I ever need it."
Now the tongue was manipulating around her hot mound at a torrid pace.
He was picking up the action, letting that tongue fly at as fervent a clip as he could.
He was driving it with great exhilaration, allowing it to continue maneuvering around that hot mound of hers.
Now she was getting all the moister down there, and that provided him with even greater satisfaction.
"Lick me, honey, go after my hot juice," he said. "Come on and lick that mound, darling, I need it, I really need it. Come on and lick me, oh, lick me, baby."
He was mouthing her with everything he could provide in the way of passion.
He drove that tongue at a blistering clip, moving it at a smooth pace as he kept up his inspiring movements.
"Oh, I'm getting close to orgasm now, honey, I really am," she announced.
As she made that comment, she provided him with all the more determination.
Now he just knew that he had to keep that tongue of his going at a blistering clip in order to satisfy her.
Back and forth he was sliding that tongue of his, and as he did so, her legs were kicking into the air. She was overcome with excitement, becoming increasingly more anxious to orgasm.
"Oh, lick me, baby, oh, lick me," she said. "Tongue me, tongue my box, keep the tongue working, darling, oh, I need it, I want it, oh, keep it going baby, ah, it's too much, keep the tongue going, baby, oh, go after me till I orgasm."
Now those fingers of his were clutching as tightly as possible around her asscheeks. He wanted all the sexual contact possible with her while he kept up those steady movements.
His tongue was now beginning to get tired from all of the fantastic effort he was employing with that tongue of his.
He was driving it at a blistering clip, pushing her that much closer to a satisfying orgasm.
"Lick me, lick me," she implored. "Just keep the tongue moving, oh, keep it driving, baby, come on and keep it driving, keep it working fast, oh, I need it, darling, I really need it."
A few strokes later she heaved a loud sigh, after which he received the load that he was looking forward to with such great determination.
A big smile adorned his face after he finished eating her box.
"That's what I call good licking," he laughed.
"You were great, honey, a smashing success," she laughed.
"O.K., now I need some action," he said. "I need this cock of mine licked."
"I guess one good turn deserves another."
She reached out and grabbed hold of his bulging rod, working her fingers up and down it several times in rapid succession.
While her fingers were working eagerly over his penis, she let the fingers of her other hand glide around his balls.
He was getting so hot that he knew he couldn't stand much more of this kind of magnificent sensations. It just wasn't possible.
"Oh, lick me, go down there and start mouthing that cock," he said. "I'm just too hot, baby, I really need that now."
So she decided to immediately go to work, working that feverish tongue of hers around his cock.
While her fingers were steadily manipulating his balls, her tongue worked its way vigorously up and down his huge rod.
"Lick me, drive that tongue, oh, work the tongue around," he exclaimed. "You're going to get some hot juice, baby, you're going to get it soon, oh, are you ever going to get it."
The fingers of both hands continued to glide around his balls and while that fervent activity continued, she kept up that spirited licking.
He could feel the itchiness down there in his cock and balls becoming all the more pronounced. He was alive with enthusiasm, ready to explode that hot penis of his inside her mound.
"Oh, I'm there, baby, I'm there," he exclaimed. "Eat that juice, darling, eat every drop."
He watched as the floodtide of white sperm shot out of the end of his lengthy spear and flew into her mouth.
He was ablaze with enthusiasm, happy that she had once again licked him to a stimulating climax.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was two days later and Carol was in the operating room with Dr. Ames.
She always felt uncomfortable whenever she was required to work with Dr. Ames, but she was determined to bear up under the stress as best she could.
It was just a routine appendicitis operation, but she still was happy to see it moving toward its close.
The operation was completed.
"Well, another success," Wayne Ames smiled, removing his rubber surgical gloves. "I'm racking up all kinds of victories."
"Isn't it rather strange to be calling an operation a victory?" one of the assisting nurses smiled.
"Not at all, Kay," he grinned. "When the patient is in good shape afterwards, it's a victory."
Now that the operation had been completed, Carol was ready to leave the operating room.
She was hoping that she could get away from Wayne Ames before he was able to talk to her.
Now he was flirting with Kay. She knew that Kay liked Wayne Ames very much, and they had gone out several times together. So with Kay talking to Wayne, she felt that the coast was clear to leave.
She walked softly towards the door.
"Hang on a second, Carol," Wayne Ames said, "I'd like to talk to you."
She stopped, turning around and looking at him.
"About what?"
"Personal matter. Just a second."
Kay now had a disappointed look on her face. She didn't like the idea of Wayne wanting to talk to Carol.
"Thanks for your help, honey," Wayne said, patting Kay affectionately on top of the head. "You're a real good nurse. I'll be seeing you. I've got to talk to Carol now, so if you'll excuse me."
"Sure," she nodded slowly, obviously disappointed over the turn of events.
Carol watched Kay leave the room. She was a little disgusted with Kay. She didn't think that a girl who appeared to be as nice as Kay should be going with somebody like Dr. Ames, a man she considered to be a total ego maniac.
"What is it you want to talk to me about?" Carol asked.
"Hang on. We'll discuss it in the cafeteria over coffee."
"I would appreciate it if you could tell me now. I'm very busy this afternoon."
"Look, I'm sick of your impertinence," he snapped. "I am a doctor, and that means that I rank over you in this hospital. Don't you forget it. In other words, when I ask you for surgical instruments, you hand them to me. When I want to talk to you, you talk to me."
"It doesn't mean that I'm going to have to cater to your every social whim," she fought back. "I don't like your attitude."
"Well isn't that just too damned bad," he shook his head in disgust. "You can hang on for just a bit, because I want to talk to you. Now, hold on."
He sighed disgustedly, knowing that she would have to tolerate him.
As she waited for him to remove his surgical clothing, she became all the more nervous and anxious about things. She couldn't understand what was on his mind. If he had just been throwing another pass at her, certainly she could have easily dispensed with things quickly. She felt that in that event he would have talked to her briefly in the operating room, after which she could have gotten away from him.
She sensed that something different was going on, and she didn't like the sound of it. Judging from his cockiness, he apparently had determined that he could get away with talking to her in such a manner.
Now he had on a white shirt and a tie, and was grinning broadly.
"O.K., we can go now," he said. "Sorry I got a little angry, but after all, you did bring it on."
"How did I do that?"
"By trying to rush me. By telling me that I'd better damned well tell you whatever it was that I had on my chest, and do it fast."
"You are about the cockiest character I've ever run into."
"I've got plenty of confidence, if that's what you mean. If you associate that with cockiness, then so be it."
"Your attitude is very bad."
"No, you've got things backwards. You're the one that needs a little changing in the attitude department."
"You really think so?"
"I know so. Now let's have a little coffee."
As they left the operating room and walked down the hall, she exclaimed:
"That's what you want to talk to me about?"
"What?"
"My attitude."
"Yes, that's one of the things I want to talk to you about."
"You certainly are being mysterious about things."
"I decided that it would be a good idea to give you some of your own medicine for once."
"I don't know what you mean."
"I think you do," he replied. "I'm giving you some of that mysterious medicine you've handed me. You've always liked to use devious language. Like I said, you're like one of these Watergate defendants."
"I don't like being associated with one of those crooks in Washington," Carol snapped.
"Look, I'm not saying you're crooked. I don't think you're crooked at all, baby, because if you were I wouldn't dig you so much. It's just that you've got a very devious way about you. In that sense, you're like a crook. Crooks have to be devious, but you don't. You've got nothing to hide. Remember what President Roosevelt said. We have nothing to fear but fear itself."
"I don't think that's particularly applicable for now."
"It's a statement that's always applicable."
"I mean it's not applicable as far as our relationship is concerned."
"Like hell it isn't. It suits you to a tee."
"I don't think it does."
"Sure it does. You're so uptight you don't know whether you're coming or going."
"That isn't so."
"Sure it is. You practically ran away from me this afternoon."
"I'm sorry about that."
"That's o.k. Now let's step in here and have some coffee."
She could sense that there was something in the way of a bombshell that he was about to drop on her. It made her feel queasy to even think about it.
They sat down and began to sip the coffee. She found that her heart was pounding rapidly as she attempted to anticipate what he was going to discuss with her.
Finally he decided to resume conversation after a long pause.
"O.K., honey, now I'm going to level with you," he said, leaning forward. "I dig you, quite a bit. I see no reason why you shouldn't dig me. So how about us going out tonight? I'll pick you up over at your apartment about seven o'clock. We'll eat at a nice steakhouse just a few blocks away. I bet you've never even eaten there before. Then after that we'll take in a movie. There's a new adventure film that I've just been dying to see, and I think you'll enjoy it too."
"I can't make it, Wayne," she said firmly. "Bullshit. You're going to make it."
"I'll listen to no more of these insults." She began to get up from the table.
CHAPTER NINE
"I'm really getting disgusted," Carol said. "You can't talk to me this way."
"We'll just see about that," he laughed. "Now you're not leaving here."
"Yes, I am. I won't take any more insults."
"Sit down," he said firmly.
"I will not. I won't take any orders from you."
"You like working at this hospital?"
"Of course I do. Except for having to deal with you. I get along very well with just about everybody else."
"I've been talking with some of my doctor friends. They find you kind of cold too."
"Why, just because I won't date them?"
"That's certainly a large part of it."
"It's a free country, isn't it? I should be able to go out with whomever I please. I do a good job around here, and that should be all that's expected of me. I shouldn't have to go out with you guys just to make you happy."
"I think that you're going to have to start looking at things a little differently now."
"And just why is that?"
"How about Larry Gilbert? I mean, you walk around here like you're St. Joan or something. But what about him?"
Now her heart was beating thunderously. She tried not to show her emotions, but it was impossible for her to prevent herself from doing so.
While her heart was pounding thunderously, her face was turning white.
"I don't know what you mean," she said. "I don't know what you mean at all."
"You sure as hell do, St. Joan," he said sarcastically, taunting her as he would have taunted a defenseless animal.
"He's a patient of mine. What else am I sup posed to know about him?"
"You know him alright," he threw his head back and laughed. "You know him in the sense of the way that the Bible uses the word know. You carnally knew him, baby, you fucked him. Can I put it any more bluntly than that?"
"That's incredibly disgusting."
"Oh, bullshit. You know damned well you screwed the kid. Now don't try and con me."
"You're the most disgusting man I've ever talked to."
"You'd better shut your fucking mouth before I get you fired from this hospital."
"How can you fire me?" she asked. "I've been doing my job."
"You've really been doing a job on this kid Gilbert."
"I deny your accusation."
"You're a goddamn little liar," he laughed.
"I ought to slap your face for calling me that."
"Hah! You're not about to. You're not about to alienate me. You know I know the truth. Here you are parading around here like a saint. Well, St. Joan, it's about time for me to clip your angels' wings."
"God, but you're cruel."
"No, you're the one that's cruel. Look at the way you've treated me. I don't like it one damned bit, and I don't mind telling you so."
"Just what do you want from me?"
"As I said, I'll pick you up at your place around seven."
"Please don't be so mean to me."
"I want to make love, not war. You're the one that's making things difficult."
"Just where did you get this idea about me?"
"Oh, honey, I'll tell you where I got it. I got it straight from Larry."
"He told you?" she said, in no more than a whisper.
"Yes, he did," Wayne nodded. "Now don't look at me like that. He didn't really squeal on you. He didn't do it deliberately."
"Then how did you find out?"
"Well, little Larry was having some problems, so we decided to examine him. We took him into the operating room to look at his heart. He didn't like the idea of a cardiac catherization while he was awake so we put him under sodium pentothal. As you're well aware, being a very talented nurse, they refer to that as the truth serum. You get what I mean?"
"Go on," she nodded, looking more subdued every moment.
"I think you get the picture now," Wayne laughed. "When we got him under sodium pentothal, he shook us all up by talking about the girl of his dreams. So there are a few people around here who know that you're not as saintly as you're making yourself out to be."
"Who else knows?"
"A few nurses. That and a couple of interns. Would you like more people to find out?"
"Heavens no," she shook her head. "But what he was saying wasn't true. He was just fantasizing."
"I don't believe that for a second," he laughed. "You might just as well come clean, baby, and level with me. I've got all the facts on you. As a matter-of-fact, I was noticing that you were spending an awful lot of time in his room when you were making calls. One of the other nurses commented on that too. She said it all makes sense now. So don't try and worm your way out of this by handling me some bullshit."
"So you're going to ruin me, huh?" she looked at him with defeat in her eyes.
"I didn't say that at all," he said. "Heavens no, baby. I'm not going to ruin you. I'm just going to make a few demands that I wasn't going to make belore."
"Like what?"
"I just mentioned one. You're going to go out with me tonight. You're going to find that I'm not nearly as bad a guy as you think I am. Just wait, baby, and we'll see just what a romantic guy I am."
"O.K., I'll go out with you," she said softly.
"I'll admit, though, this really isn't all that ego inflating. I don't like the idea of you having to be forced into dating me like this."
"I'll go out with you," she repeated.
"I guess you realize now just what an important guy I am in your life. I can make you or break you, honey. Do you recognize that?"
"Yes, I do," she whispered.
"Good. Then I'll see you tonight at seven."
He patted her on top of the head condescendingly, then got up from the table.
She sat there stunned, watching him as he left.
She hadn't thought of anything like that. She didn't even know that young Larry had been wheeled into the operating room. She had thought that he had been confined strictly to his room. But now he had told all about them under the influence of sodium pentothal and it was a crushing situation to behold.
She went home in a defeated frame of mind, getting ready for the date.
When Betty got home from work, she observed Carol dressing.
"Got a date tonight, honey?" she asked with a smile.
"Yes, I do."
"Good for you. But you don't seem any too happy about it."
"I'm really not."
"Then why are you going out at all?"
"I don't know. I told the guy I would go out with him."
"Who is it?"
"One of the doctors. Dr. Ames."
"Oh yes, the young Romeo. I've heard a lot about him."
"What have you heard?"
"That he's a good doctor but something of a wise guy."
"You heard right. That's why I'm not too eager to go out with him."
"How'd you like your friend to do you a favor?"
"What kind of favor?"
"I could go to the door and say that you've taken ill. Either that or that you had to go somewhere, that some kind of an emergency situation was going on. You get the idea."
"No, I couldn't do that."
"Why not?"
"I just couldn't. No, I'll go out with him."
"Well, suit yourself," she shrugged.
At five minutes past seven, Wayne Ames, dressed in a smartly tailored blue suit, arrived at her door.
She thought about whether she should introduce him to Betty or not, then decided against it.
She left the apartment with him, feeling terrible about the whole thing. She recognized that he was in a position to get rid of her practically any time that he wanted to. All he had to do was tell a few of the influential people about what had happened between her and Larry Gilbert.
He pointed toward his shiny silver Mercedes sports car.
"How's that, Baby? A brand new Mercedes. That's pretty good, huh?"
"A very nice car."
"You're damned right it is. It's a damned nice car, honey, and don't forget it."
She sat uncomfortably in the car with him as they drove to the restaurant.
"This place has the best steak in town," he said. "Nothing but the best for me, and nothing but the best for you."
She tried to converse with him but found it difficult. Since she didn't really like him at all, she was finding it awfully hard to communicate in any way with him.
On one occasion, while she was sampling her dessert, he reached underneath the table and grabbed a feel of her thigh.
"I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he said.
"I wish you wouldn't do that."
"Why not? I'm just yielding to the impulses of nature."
"Oh, I don't like being treated like a plaything. Particularly in a public restaurant."
"I don't think you're in much of a position to dictate to me about anything, baby," he laughed. "Remember, I've got quite a bit on you. Now I'm not saying I'm going to use it, but let's just remember that I've got it. Perhaps that will make you feel a little more humble. You get the pitch?"
"I understand what you're saying."
"Good," he nodded smiling.
She recognized that it was going to be a long night. They went to the movie after they finished the dinner.
Wayne Ames loved the film, whereas she didn't like it one bit.
Carol kept looking around uncomfortably in the theater, wishing that she could just run away from Wayne Ames. Of course, there were no physical bonds preventing her from doing just that. But there was always that matter that was hanging over her head. That of her sex relationship with Larry Gilbert. If she ever got Wayne Ames angry enough, she knew be was the type of person who would be vindictive enough to ruin her.
She sat there watching the film. Even if it had been her type of film, which it wasn't, she would have had a great deal of difficulty enjoying it. She couldn't even concentrate on it, since she was so upset just thinking about what Wayne held over her. He was in effect telling her that if she made one wrong move, he would destroy her for good.
Several times during the course of the movie, he reached down and grabbed a hold of her leg. He squeezed it ever so earnestly, smiling with great fascination.
"You do have beautiful legs," he laughed. "Just wait until I see you naked."
Every now and then he would whisper something in her ear. He was letting her know that he was moving in hard and fast, and that she had just better be prepared to go along with his wishes in every respect.
The motion picture ended and after the theater lights went on, she was feeling more dismal than ever.
He looked at her and smiled, eager to push their relationship rapidly and furiously.
"Let's go now, honey," he said, throwing his arm around her waist.
They got into Dr. Ames' car.
"Now we can drive over to my place for a drink," he said calmly.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd drive me home."
"Well I'd appreciate it if you'd drop over to my place for a drink."
"I've got to get up pretty early tomorrow."
"What time do you get up?"
"Six forty-five."
"I got news for you, little broad. I get up at five."
"Maybe you can get by with less sleep than I can."
"You can get by with a little less sleep one night, baby. Relax."
"I wish you would drive me home."
"I will, in due course."
Now she realized just how desperate the situation was. He was controlling the action, and was making no bones about telling that fact to her.
He then decided to converse with her some more.
"Do you know where I live?"
"No, I don't."
"I've got a nice place over at the Marina," he smiled. "I've got a nice apartment there. Beautifully furnished, and I've got a boat in the Marina too."
"How exciting."
"I'd like you out on it with me some time. I'd like nothing better than to see you in a bikini, with that gorgeous hair of yours blowing while you're sitting on my boat."
She said nothing, looking at him with a sad expression.
"Cheer up, baby," he laughed, "I'm really not going to be such a hard guy to take once you get used to me."
He drove into the subterranean garage of the huge apartment building where he lived at the Marina, which was situated directly across from the man-made lake Where he kept his boat.
They took the elevator up to his twelfth floor penthouse apartment.
As he let her in, he opened the thick green drapes, through which she could see the lights of the city not far away.
"How do you like the looks of that?" he smiled. "Looks pretty damned good, doesn't it?"
"Yes, a very nice view."
"You see, only the best for me. Just the very best. That's the only way I play the game. I demand the best. I'm a terrific physician, and I'm going to make a lot of money. I'm already making good money, this is just the beginning. Look at this apartment. Look at my car, look at everything about me, look at my clothes. Don't I give you every impression of success?"
"Yes, you do."
"You bet your sweet ass I do. Now I'm going to fix us something to drink. I think a couple of nice shots of bourbon ought to do it."
He walked over toward the bar, mixing two drinks. He combined the bourbon with just a tiny bit of water.
He was grinning broadly as he took the drink over to her.
"Yes, indeed, baby, you can bet that sweet little ass of yours that I'm going to fuck you," he said. "But first we're going to have ourselves a little bit of fun drinking. I want to loosen you up, baby, and I figured that the best way to do it is through alcohol."
"I don't drink much."
"No, it didn't take you any time to loosen up to Larry Gilbert, did it?"
"I'd just as soon leave Larry out of this conversation."
"I guess you would, he laughed. "I guess that is a topic of great embarrassment with you right now."
"Please, let's not talk about that."
"O.K., we'll forget about it," he smiled. "We'll talk about us."
He sat next to her on the sofa, running his fingers through her hair.
"Oh yes, you're quite a gorgeous chick," he exclaimed. "I have been thinking about you for so long. I've wanted to get you into this apartment for so long. All to myself. Now you're here, and it's absolutely great."
He set down his drink, then leaned his head forward.
Soon he was letting his lips plunge slowly against hers.
Her body shook with surprise and disgust. But she knew there was nothing she could do about it. He was going after her, intent upon receiving sexual satisfaction from her.
She really didn't have an alternative at that point. She had to go along with him. It was either that or the case of risking her job.
CHAPTER TEN
One hot kiss led to another, and now he was letting his tongue slide inside her mouth.
"Open that mouth," he said impatiently. "I want inside there with my tongue, sweetheart. Oh, are you ever getting me hot. Are you ever a gorgeous little chick. You've got to be the best looking nurse in the hospital. That's why I wanted you. I want the best, the best is none too good for me, and you're the best, sweetheart, you're the best."
Back and forth that tongue of his began to slide around inside her mouth.
The longer that the tongue maneuvered against hers, the better that he liked it.
Now his hard cock was alive with excitement, enjoying the action he was supplying with those forceful tongue stabs of his.
While the tongue continued to manipulate ever so fevently around her mouth, the tongue worked with devastating grace, and finally he released it from her mouth.
"I suggest we head for the bedroom right now," he said.
He voiced the suggestion, however, more as a command and reluctantly she got up from the sofa, walking into the bedroom with him.
"Just look at this bed, will you?" he laughed. "It's a big one, just made for fucking. Now let's get our clothes off quickly."
He tore out of his suit, while Carol, on the other hand, undressed in a very slow manner.
"Come on now, you can do better than that." he said.
He waited until she got down to her panties and bra, then walked over to her, throwing his arms around her and delivering a kiss to her lips.
He reached out and grabbed a hold of the elastic which held together her panties, snap ping it against her firm, warm skin several times.
"That feels good," he chuckled.
He then reached out and began to pull those panties down, removing them from her.
The intensity mounted within him as he removed her panties. The grin on his face became all the broader and more triumphant.
"Oh, baby, I'm getting these clothes off," he said. "I'm going to strip you totally naked, baby, I'm going to strip you completely nude. Then I'm going to give you the time of your life, baby, I'm going to really fuck you, I'm going to really give it to you."
Now that he had finished removing the panties from her, he reached out and grabbed a hold of her bra.
"Ah, I want those tits, I want those beautiful tits," he exclaimed.
He pulled and tugged at the bra. He was so crude and rough that she thought for a while that he was going to tear her bra. He was overcome with passionate anxiety, enjoying enormously what he was doing.
Now he removed that bra, and as he did so, he looked at her and grinned.
"O.K., sweetheart, I'm really going to give it to you now," he said. "I'm going to screw you. I'm really going to screw you. I'm going to drive that cock inside your mound."
He reached out now and grabbed a hold of her, pressing his chest against her breasts.
Back and forth he allowed that chest to rub against her breast, and as he did so, he felt the compulsion to kiss her.
He leaned forward and let his lips collide with hers. He allowed those lips to remain frozen against hers for quite some time, after which he slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
With effective grace he allowed that tongue to maneuver ever so briskly against hers.
As he did so, he ran his fingers over her breasts. He liked the way that the activity was flowing. It was his dream come true. He had wanted to have some brisk sex with her, and now he was receiving the opportunity to do just that.
After he had let his tongue slide against hers for a long period of time, and after he had provided his fingers with the opportunity to maneuver unrestrainedly over her breasts, he decided to remove that tongue from her mouth.
"O.K., baby, get set to fuck now," he said. "I'm going to drive that prick of mine inside your mound. I'm going to really plunge it in there, baby, I'm really going to plunge. I'm going to drive that penis devastatingly inside you."
She had no opportunity to say anything. She just lay there and held her breath, closing her eyes as she felt that rigid penis of his slip inside her mound.
"Oh, I'm in you, you're tight, so nice and tight," he gasped. "I'm going to plunge, baby, I'm really going to plunge that thing in you. Oh, am I ever going to slide it inside. I'm going to slide it and plunge it inside your mound, darling, I'm really going to give it to you. How tight you are. Just keep moving those hips around there, baby, move those hips. I love it when you move those hips around. I'm going to drive that hot penis of mine inside there till I explode."
Back and forth he was effectively plunging that spear of his inside her mound. And as he did so, he lowered those fingers from her breasts down to her asscheeks.
Now he was squeezing those buttocks ever so effectively as he kept on stabbing and plunging that spear of his inside her mound.
"Oh, this is great, this whole thing is fantastic," he exclaimed. "I really love what's happening here, darling, I really love it. Oh, what a screw you are, oh, are you ever great."
Now those fingers were maneuvering more eagerly than ever as they squeezed her pliant skin.
All the while he kept on driving that spirited penis of his ever so eagerly inside her mound.
"Ah, what a fuck you are, oh, what tightness," he exclaimed. "That's a tight mound there, baby, oh, I love it, I love that tight mound of yours. What a fantastic mound, what a blazing mound, do I ever love it, do I ever love this hot mound of yours."
She still had her eyes closed. She hated the idea of being fucked by the man she did not have any respect for, a man she did not even personally like.
But he was enjoying himself, spearing her repeatedly, enjoying the sensations of that mound of hers as he continued to glide and stab the penis of his effectively inside her mound.
"Oh, I'm getting closer than ever now," he sighed. "I love it, baby, I love this action. Oh, do I ever love it. Come on, baby, move those hips around a little bit."
In order to intimidate her a little more, he squeezed those asscheeks so hard that she began to hurt there.
Now she had no other choice than to cooperate with him to the fullest extent possible, so she began to let those hips flare back and forth as he put the finishing touches on that spirited screwing of his.
"That's better, much better," he nodded. "Now you're working the hips back and forth, baby, I like that, I really like that. I like the way you're working the hips. Oh, keep it up, darling, just keep up those movements, I love those spirited movements. Ah, baby, keep it up."
While that was happening, he was once more letting his tongue move inside her mouth.
He was letting that tongue slide with great eagerness around inside there, and the longer he kept up that pace, the more he recognized that there was no way for him to keep up much more of that activity.
He knew that he was going to explode those juices of his inside her mound, and there were no two ways about it.
"Ah, I'm there, I'm there," he said, releasing his tongue from her mouth.
Now his body was vibrating ever so eagerly, trembling and sliding as the hot juice was ready to explode from his rod.
"Oh, yes, yes, here comes the juice," he said. "Hang on, baby, I'm going to juice, I'm really going to juice, darling, I really am."
Several hot stabs later, he heaved a huge sigh.
At that point the white juice began to explode out of the end of that hard rod of his.
It was spurting, and he was sighing with enthusiastic relief.
"Oh, I need you, baby, this is cause for celebration," he said. "I love this idea, I love the idea of putting my cock inside your mound. Oh, what a beautiful mound you've got, baby. You are great to mount. I really love shoving that prick of mine inside that mound."
Now he was all smiles again, having achieved the conquest of exploding inside her.
He reached out and patted her asscheeks ever so playfully. "You've got a cute ass," he said. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it, sweetheart."
She continued to feel trapped, knowing that she was being forced to endure anything that he wanted her to do.
She was feeling sadder by the moment, recognizing just where she was and it all happened as a result of her infatuation for a" young patient.
She wished that she were having sex with Larry Gilbert in place of Wayne Ames.
Larry was a nice young man. She could not stand Wayne, who was becoming more demanding every minute.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carol had hoped that after supplying Wayne with a hot screw that he would leave her alone.
"O.K., could you please drive me home now, Wayne?" she said as she lay there in the middle of the bed.
"Don't rush me, honey."
"But didn't you say you liked that screw?"
"I absolutely loved it."
"Then aren't you going to drive me home?"
"Hell no. I think we ought to have some more action."
"It's getting late."
"What do I care about that?"
"But I would like to get a good night's sleep."
"Hell, then why don't you just sleep over here with me?"
"No, I don't need to do that."
"Then shut up. I want to have a little more action. Just calm down, baby, and take things nice and easy. The way I'm going to take them."
Now he was letting that tongue of his move down there between her legs.
"Ah, I'm really going to let you have it now," he laughed. "I'm going to lick that mound of yours, baby, I'm going to lick it until you explode."
"How long are you going to do it?"
"As long as it takes."
"I see."
"You are much too impatient. I don't like the idea of you wanting to leave."
"I'm sorry."
"You should be."
Now he was letting that tongue of his work inside her mound.
He began at a slow pace, preferring to let the action build at a gradual level.
Now he was working the tongue with greater speed than before, working it at an effective clip. Back and forth he was sliding it, and as he did so, she found herself getting excited by those hot brisk movements.
It surprised her that she was getting that aroused by his licking, but it was just one of those things. She realized that any time a man provided her with the right type of movement, she was inevitably bound to feel a certain amount of sensation from those movements.
He was manipulating that tongue with great eagerness, determined now to eat her.
His fingers worked their way around her thighs, then worked all the way down to the ankles.
He kept those fingers busy working around her legs, moving up toward the thighs, then down toward her ankles.
He liked the way that the movements were intensifying, and the longer that he put that tongue of his to work, the more enthused they both became.
Back and forth he was moving the tongue. It was moving at a fantastic clip, he was that determined to get her to explode fast.
Now he was letting those fingers of his clutch hold of her thigh. He grabbed those thighs, hanging onto them for dear life, enjoying the sensations attached to touching her warm, firm legs.
She found herself gasping, and her body twisting and turning as he kept up the steady licking onslaught.
It made her feel a little guilty to know that she was getting that aroused by what he was doing to her. But there was little she could do about it, since it was nothing more than nature taking its course. She was excited by those movements, and she enjoyed the fervent movements that he was providing for her with that blistering tongue of his.
Back and forth he was sliding the tongue, and now he could tell from the way that she was moving those hips back and forth that he was about to receive the load of juice that he was after.
Several hot tongue stabs later, the juice began to shoot out of her mound and into his waiting mouth.
It made him feel very good. He had cracked another barrier. At first it had been his desire to fuck her mound. Now that he had experienced that, he was eager to lick her. That too had been accomplished, and he had savored every drop of liquid that had come out of her organ.
"I really love this action," he said. "I like it when you get excited. Let yourself go, honey, don't be bashful about a thing."
She continued to lie there. She was pensively wondering if he would let her go. She wanted to get back to the apartment.
"Now it's time for the last act," he said.
"This might be the best one of all. I'm going to give you a chance to go to work on that cock of mine. First of all I want you to finger my cock, then I want you to lick me. I want to shoot my juices into your mouth."
"Please don't make me do that," she said. "Haven't I given you enough fun already?"
"I expect a little more."
"Please, not that."
"And why the hell not?"
"I don't want to do that. I'm really not that eager about that action."
"Like hell you aren't," he said in a booming voice. "I know damned well you like it. You sure as hell liked it when you were with that kid. That Larry Gilbert."
"Why do you say that?"
"That's one of the things he kept babbling about the most. He was going on and on about how well you liked it when you blew him."
"I guess you'll trap me any way you can."
"I'm not trying to trap you. I'm not asking you to do any more than you did for that kid."
"I get the feeling I'm in a room with the District Attorney. Everything I say can be held against me."
"I wish you wouldn't feel that way. I don't like you to feel uptight like that. I don't like this uptight atmosphere at all. No, I don't like this one solitary bit. You ought to just relax. You ought to just let nature take its course, baby. I don't like the way you're talking at all. I just expect you to do for me what you did for Larry Gilbert."
"O.K., I got your point."
"Alright, so now I'm just going to lie down on that bed. I'll lie just where you are, spreading those legs of mine. Then it's up to you to go to work. I want you to put the fingers of that right hand to work on my cock and balls. I want you to get me excited, baby, real excited. Then after that you're going to lick me. You're going to lick me until that hot white juice just spills out of the end of that rod of mine. You get me?"
"Yes," she said quietly.
"That's good. I guess we understand each other now," he nodded.
She got up from the bed, watching as he sprawled out comfortably in the middle of it.
He spread his legs eagerly, and then looked down at his hard penis.
"Say, I've gone once and it's hardly even gone down," he chuckled. "It's just a sign of what I can provide for a gal, particularly a beautiful one like you. I can really get excited around chicks like you. As a matter-of-fact, it's impossible for me not to get excited by you. Just look at the size of this thing. Now, go to work with your fingers. I want your fingers to play with that penis, baby, play with that beautiful cock. I'm really excited, baby, and that's what I expect you to do. I expect you to play with my cock, then I want you to go down on it. We're going to have a real good time."
She reached down and grabbed a hold of his penis, moving her fingers up and down on it.
Now he was grinning broadly, enjoying what she was doing. She hated that cocky grin of his. He really had nothing to be triumphant about, the way she saw it. She was being forced into these acts, and that's all there was to it.
But she continued to permit those fingers to rifle up and down his huge rod. The longer that she kept it up, the more excited he became.
"Oh, that's nice, real nice," he nodded. "You really know how to let a guy get turned on. I'm going to let you keep that up, keep it up for just a little while longer, then you're going to turn that tongue of yours loose. And when that tongue of yours starts moving, then we're really going to make some music, honey, we're going to make some beautiful music."
Now she was moving those fingers of hers even more briskly than before. She knew how eager he was to receive those movements.
"O.K., now you can switch the movements to my cock," he said. "I want you to move the tongue real nice, baby, move it over toward the tip of my cock. That's where I want the action. Move the tongue to the tip."
She nodded, going to work immediately on the tip of his penis.
While that tongue continued to work fervently over the tip of his rod, she played with his balls.
"Now that's what I like, those are the kinds of movements I really dig," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, that's it. Just keep that up, just keep that going, darling, I really like it."
So now she was tonguing a little more quickly than before. She knew just how excited he was, and she hoped that she could bring him off soon, so he would drive her home.
"Come on and tongue me," he said. "Come on and slide that tongue up and down my rod. I don't want you to just do the tip. I want you to do it to the entire rod. Come on, baby, work it up and down this long pole of mine. Come on and lick me, baby, I want you to lick me. I want you to go after that hot juice, baby, go after it, go after the hot stuff. Come on, I'm expecting it, baby, I'm really expecting it. I need it, I want it, go after it, baby."
He ran his fingers through her hair with exploratory movements as she kept on letting that tongue of hers continued to slide up and down the long penis.
All the while she was letting the fingers come into contact with his balls. She knew that she was turning him on, and it would only be a short time before he would explode. She wasn't savoring the idea of eating his load, but there was nothing else she could do.
"Keep it up, baby, just keep up that action," he said. "Come on and lick, baby, come on and lick me."
A few strokes later she received a bolt of juice inside her mouth.
"Ah, now it's really shooting out of there, go after the hot cum, go after that juicy sperm," he encouraged. "Come on and eat me, baby, eat every drop of this hot cum. Come on, go after the juice, darling, go after that hot stuff. Oh, go after it, baby, go after the hot stuff."
Now it was shooting forth, spurting out of the end of his huge rod and into her waiting mouth.
"O.K., I guess lean drive you home now," he said afterwards.
She got up from the bed, putting her clothes on quickly.
"I've got to get you away from this stuff," he said disgustedly. "You'd think you were thirteen years old or something. You're afraid to stay out late at night."
"It's just that I need to sleep," she explained. "I really do. I have got to get my rest, because I have a pretty difficult job."
"I suppose that I don't."
"I wasn't saying that to put you down."
"It sounded like it."
"You are being overly sensitive."
"Maybe so, but I perform my job and I don't get a lot of sleep either. So it just shows it can be done."
"I suppose it can, by you, anyway."
"I'll have you doing the same thing. It will just take a little time. I've got to recondition you a little, baby."
"Maybe so."
"But I'll do it. I've got determination."
He reached out and patted her affectionately on the asscheeks.
A few minutes later they were back inside the car.
She didn't feel like saying much, as she was very tired and it depressed her to listen to him carry on with his bragging.
"You're gorgeous, honey, and we're really going to get acquainted now," he said. "I'd like to take you places on weekends. I'd like to take you on a boating excursion with me. You're really going to love my boat."
She was highly upset by the time that he let her out of the car at a few minutes past one.
She tiptoed quietly to her room, but still managed to wake up Betty in the process.
As she was getting out of her clothes and getting ready for bed, a sleepy eyed Betty entered her room.
"I thought that you said this was going to be a terrible date," she smiled.
"Actually it was."
"Then why did you stay out with him so late?" she laughed. "Don't put me on, honey.
You have the same physical needs as any other girl."
"I'd rather not talk about it, Betty. It's very late and I'm very tired," she said sadly.
"O.K., honey, have it your way," Betty shrugged, leaving the room.
"I'm sorry, Betty. I wasn't meaning to sound cross," she said.
"No, I realize you weren't. It's late, and besides, I shouldn't have been sticking my nose into your business."
"You really weren't," Carol said. "You were just kidding, that's all."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Carol was in a stupefied frame of mind when she went to work the next day.
She continued to think about Wayne and how terrible it had been that he had done what he had to her.
She realized that she was being used, and now it was just a question of how far things would be carried.
It made her nervous to contemplate going into Larry Gilbert's room that day, but she had to make her rounds and there was nothing else she could do about it other than to face the music.
She went to his room, finding him waiting for her, naked.
"How's my favorite nurse?" he quipped happily "Larry, it's all over," she said tightly. "Come on now, what's gotten into you?"
"I said it's all over. No more of this. None of it at all."
"Hell, we were getting along just fine. I thought you were over all this stuff."
"I'm not over anything. I recognize what a mistake we both made."
"How many more times are we going to have to debate that point?"
"We're not going to be debating it at all anymore, because as far as I'm concerned, it's a closed subject."
"Oh, have a heart."
"I do have a heart. Both for myself and for you. It's all over between us."
"But I really dug those acts, and so did you. I don't think you can run away from yourself. You dig me in a big way and you know it."
"Yes, I did dig you in a big way, but I realize what a costly experience that was. For that reason, I'm not going to carry it any further."
"Ah, come on."
"I mean it."
She washed his body, then prepared to leave the room.
"Come here, darling, let's have a little action," he said, reaching down and pointing toward his erect penis.
"You heard my answer."
"You owe me some kind of explanation," he said tightly. "After all the fun we had together, you certainly should come clean and tell me why you are doing this to me. You know, I'm going to be going home tomorrow. I wasn't planning to tell you that till later. But that's the big reason why I'd like to have sex with you just one more time."
Now she felt like crawling under a table somewhere. She felt humiliated. He had given her more pleasure than she had ever experienced with another man. Now he wanted just one more sex experience with her, but she was denying him that opportunity.
As she stood there between his bed and the doorway, she thought about whether she should discuss the matter in its entirety with him. He more than likely wasn't aware of what some of the interns and nurses in the hospital knew about them.
She had wanted to just end things abruptly, without relating the details to him. But now she was beginning to feel that she at least owed him a complete explanation.
"I guess maybe I should tell you a few things," she said. "I imagine you haven't heard."
"About what?"
"About us."
"What was there to hear?"
"Word has been going around."
"How did anybody find out?" he looked at her with astonishment.
"Do you remember when they wheeled you into the operating room the other day to find out if there was anything wrong with you?"
"I don't remember too much. They gave me a shot of that sodium pentothal and that knocked me out."
"But you did some talking before you went to sleep."
"Did I really?"
"You did," she nodded. "You told all about us. And Dr. Ames, of all people, heard all about it."
"Yeah, he seemed like a pretty nice guy," Larry said. "A little bit of a smart aleck, but he seemed to know what he's doing."
"Well, he's anything but a nice guy," she told him sadly. "It's terrible, because now it's all come to the fore. Everybody knows about everything."
"Everybody?"
"Well, my guess is that practically everybody does. A whole lot of people are aware of what has been going on. It's terrible, downright terrible."
"Gosh, and I'm the one to open my big mouth?"
"Yes, but I can't blame you. You didn't know you were doing it."
"I guess not. I can't remember anything from the time that that guy stuck the needle in me."
"Of course you can't."
"Oh, I just don't know what to say."
"There's nothing to say. You didn't do anything intentionally."
"No, I never would do anything to hurt you," Larry said sadly.
Now she noticed a few tears rolling down his face.
"I'm sorry, baby, very sorry. I don't know how I could ever make it up to you, Carol."
"Forget it," Carol said. "It's just something I've got to learn to live with. As I said, it wasn't your fault, it wasn't your fault at all. It's just too bad that things had to happen that way. It's almost as if things are just inevitably bound to occur in a certain manner. The longer I live, the more fatalistic I became."
"I was really hoping that we could bow out our relationship beautifully," he said. "I mean by having sex this last time."
"I'm afraid I'll have to pass."
"Sure, I understand."
"I have enjoyed dealing with you though, Larry. It's just a pity that we didn't meet under other circumstances."
"I know. But it's nice that we did get a chance to meet and have sex."
"I guess we both learned a lot from the experience."
"I know that I certainly did."
"That's good. You're certainly more of a man than the doctors round here are."
"Gee, that's nice of you to say."
"And on top of that, you're a lot more decent a person."
"Thank you, Carol. Can you do one thing for me?"
"What's that?"
"Just give me a little kiss."
"I'm a little reluctant to do that."
"Why?"
"I'm just afraid that you're going to get carried away if I do that."
"No, I won't. I'll practice willpower."
"You're sure about that?"
"Positive."
"Alright, then I'll do that for you. You have been an absolute dear."
"I'd really appreciate it if you'd do that for me."
"O.K., darling."
As she moved toward him, Carol recognized that she was just as fearful about herself get ting carried away as she was concerning him.
She leaned forward and delivered a kiss to his lips. She was overcome by fear as she did it, but did manage to pull her lips away from his. It was a difficult thing to do. She would have liked to have kissed him for a lengthy period of time and to have had sex with him once more. But she couldn't afford to risk it. Not after all that had occurred.
She turned and walked toward the door.
"Goodbye, Larry, and good luck," she said.
"Goodbye, Carol. I'll miss you."
"And I'll miss you."
She then closed the door behind her, walking down the hall.
As she walked down the hall, she observed one of the interns, Dave Phillips, walking in the other direction.
"Hello there, Carol," he smiled.
Carol couldn't stand Dave. He was a friend of Wayne's, and acted very much like him. He too, thought that he was God's gift to women.
"Hello, Dave," she said cautiously.
"I see where this hospital's most gorgeous nurse has just come from her favorite patient's room."
"What do you mean? I don't have any favorite patients. I don't believe in such favoritism."
"In one respect you do," he chuckled. "How do you mean?"
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"When it comes to bedroom action. Young Larry Gilbert must really have something, to turn you on the way that he does."
"You've got a dirty mind, Dave."
"Not a dirty mind, baby, a sexy mind," he laughed. "I'd just like to be where Larry boy is. What's he got that I don't have?"
"For one thing, he's a nice person," she said angrily. "But beyond that I'm not answering a' thing."
"I guess not," he chuckled. "It would incriminate you to answer, wouldn't it?"
"You're always running off at the mouth."
"Oh, I run off a lot better at the cock. Especially when I shoot."
"You've got a one-track mind."
"I know, it's on the right track. Sex, baby, that's what it's all about."
"So I hear from you about every time you open your mouth."
"Can you think of a better topic? As a matter-of-fact, can you think of any other topic?"
"Yes, I can. Like doing my job. Now I wish you'd excuse me."
"Just like you did your job with Larry Gilbert, eh?" he chuckled.
"Please get off my back, Dave. I'll take back what I said before, so please get off my back."
"Oh, you really slay me. Now you're starting to sound desperate. And all because I happen to be privy to a little bit of information. My, oh my, how things can change."
"You have to be so mean? Do you always have to be breathing down my neck ?"
"I dig you, baby, and I often get the feeling that you don't feel the same way."
"I just wish you would let up a little."
"What the hell's the fun of letting up?" he laughed. "You're a gorgeous chick, and I ought to be getting a little action myself, just like Larry Gilbert."
"Can't you please leave Larry out of this?"
"You certainly didn't leave him out of things."
"Will you just stop talking about him?"
"Why, did you bang him again today?"
"You're disgusting. I have more important things to do than to talk to you."
"You'll be seeing a lot more of me around here, honey," Dave said, laughing as he walked away.
"I certainly hope not."
"You will."
"I consider that more of a threat than a promise."
"Consider it what you want. I'm just telling you that you'll be seeing a whole lot more of me."
Now she was feeling totally shattered. Dave Phillips also knew about her affair with Larry Gilbert.
She thought about Wayne Ames. Naturally Dave would have found out from him. She couldn't help but wonder just how many people Wayne had told.
The rest of that day she felt unsure of herself. She felt relieved about one thing, however, at the time that the day ended. She at least hadn't encountered Wayne Ames. She hoped that she never would, but knew very well that that would not be the case.
The next day was an extremely rough one. She was taking care of a patient in another room when she observed Larry Gilbert walking past.
The door was open and he observed her from outside. He stopped and waved.
"Goodbye," Larry said, in a voice choked with emotion.
"Be good now, Larry," she smiled.
"I will. And you take care of yourself."
"I'll do that," she nodded.
Once she finished taking care of the patient, she left the room feeling sadder than ever.
Now that Larry was gone, she felt like the loneliest person in the hospital. She had the lonely feeling, despite the fact that all eyes were focused on her.
She went into the cafeteria to have lunch. She deliberately sat by herself, even though she recognized a few familiar faces in the room.
She kept wondering just when Wayne Ames would make his move again. He had told her in no uncertain terms that he would be entering her life in a way that would please him. He intended to become a dominant personality in her life, and didn't really care what she thought about it.
If ever a person felt trapped, Carol did at that particular moment.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As she sat there eating her lunch, Carol felt all alone.
Even though she observed some familiar faces in the cafeteria, she didn't want to sit with them. She wanted to be there all alone.
Now she was picking at her tuna casserole, more nervous than anything else.
She looked up from her table and toward the door, observing a familiar face entering the cafeteria.
It belonged to Dr. Wayne Ames, and her heart sank the moment that she observed him entering the room.
At that point she decided that she would sneak out the side exit of the cafeteria, getting away from him in that manner. She just couldn't stand to be badgered by that man again. It would be just too terrible.
She got up from her chair, leaving most of her tuna casserole. But she didn't mind that, since she did not have much of an appetite anyway.
She thought about Larry, and wished that she could be somewhere all alone with him. It would make her feel so good to be in his presence more often. But she realized that such a state of affairs just couldn't be. He was a young guy, and she was a nurse who was older than he. He would have to develop in his own way, and she would have to develop in hers.
She walked toward the door, never looking back.
Wayne Ames immediately noticed her, moving toward her quickly.
"Carol, what's going on?" she heard his voice.
She stopped in her tracks, quickly turning around.
"Hello, Wayne."
"How are you, dear?"
"You'll have to excuse me. I was just leaving."
"You were?"
"Yes, I just finished lunch."
"It doesn't look to me like you've finished," he pointed toward her tuna casserole. "Just look at all the food you left."
"I wasn't very hungry."
"Why, dear, you're a nurse. You should know that you need a good meal. That tuna contains a good deal of protein. What an example you would be setting for your patients. Now, here's what I want you to do. I want you to sit back down there, relax, and finish your tuna casserole. I'm going to get myself a cup of coffee. Would you like one?"
"No, thank you."
"O.K., but I do expect to spend a little time chatting with you."
"But I really must go."
"Don't try and con me," Wayne said abruptly. "I know what time lunch hour ends. You're just trying to get away from me."
"No, I'm not."
"You certainly are. As a matter-of-fact, that's why I decided to take my lunch hour right now and have a cup of coffee. I recognize that you'd be here."
"You have everything figured out, don't you Wayne?"
"You've got to get up pretty early in the morning to get ahead of old Wayne."
"Please, I must go."
"Don't try that on me again. Now just sit down and relax, baby, I'll be right with you."
She sat down pensively at the table. She dabbed at her tuna casserole several times, then gave up the idea of eating it altogether.
She just wasn't hungry anymore. Her stomach was crawling nervously, and the longer that she thought about being confronted by Wayne Ames again, the more fearful she became.
She watched as Wayne Ames came back to the table with a cup of black coffee in his hand.
As always, he was very self-assured. He offered a complete contrast to the way that she was. She was nervous, wondering what he would want from her this time.
She watched as he took a sip from his coffee.
"I see that your boyfriend left today," he grinned.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Come off it," he laughed. "Your very good friend Larry Gilbert left."
"Do we have to talk about Larry?" she said painfully.
"Is it all that hard ? Is it really all that tough talking about Larry?"
"As a matter-of-fact, it is."
"Just why?"
"He's a very nice young man. I'm going to miss him."
"I'll just bet you are," he chuckled. "Well, maybe you two can get together in some motel somewhere."
"There will be none of that," she snapped.
"O.K., I was just trying to be helpful."
"You don't strike me as the helpful type, Wayne. Except for helping yourself."
"Now that I consider a dirty crack."
"It isn't a dirty crack. It's just a factual analysis."
"Get off my back, baby," he snapped.
"Why are you always torturing me, Wayne?"
"I'm not torturing you at all," he said smoothly. "All I'm doing is trying to straighten you up a little."
"Straighten me up?"
"That's right. You're acting too much like a wise-ass. You are very cold, baby, and it's really strange. You're a beautiful girl, the best looking nurse in this hospital. You would think that you'd be making the party scenes, and you'd be doing very well. But you're not. It's such a strange thing. Instead of doing what you should be doing, going out with guys, having a blast, you are just isolating yourself. I've heard other guys around here say the same thing. None of us can figure it out."
"Perhaps if you spent less time worrying about me and more time worrying about yourself, you'd all be better off."
"Naturally you'd say something like that. Well, you're just trying to shift the responsibility away from yourself. That's all."
"I really am wearying of this kind of conversation."
"I'm not."
"Please leave me alone, Wayne."
"I don't want to leave you alone, I want to become better friends with you. I want to lead you out of the wilderness, honey, and teach you how to have a little fun in life.
"I have a lot more fun when I'm not being bugged."
"I'm not bugging you, I'm not bugging you at all. I'm just trying to be friends with you."
"I know. You're repeating yourself. But I just don't buy that simple answer."
"No, I don't suppose you would. Well, honey, here's what I want to talk to you about. I think it's time for us to be going out again tonight."
"I can't make it."
"You certainly can," he said. "You're going to make it. I'm going to pick you up at your place at seven. This time I've got a real surprise in store for you."
"What kind of surprise?"
"If I told you now, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"
"I guess not, but I'd really like to know what you are talking about."
"You'll find out in due course."
"I suppose I will, but I'd like to know now."
"Now there you go again," he chuckled.
"You're always getting so uptight. You can never relax about anything, baby. I don't like that. It's a very bad tendency."
"Now don't lecture me, Wayne."
"I don't think you're in much of a position to bug me about anything, honey. It's not that I like to remind you about this all the time, it's just that sometimes I feel that I have to."
"You are very subtle. Like a sledgehammer."
"Well, I get my point across any way that I have to make it. I prefer being a little more subtle, except that I have found that subtlety doesn't work with you."
"How would you know?" she asked disgustedly. "You never tried it."
"I simply know it wouldn't work."
"No, you've never tried it because you don't have any subtlety in you."
"Is that supposed to be an insult?"
"Not necessarily. That's just the way I see things."
"I'm tired of listening to you run off at the mouth. You are much better off when you've got your legs spread and I'm slipping my cock into you. I found that out the other night."
"Let's not go into that kind of conversation."
"Why not? That's what makes the world go round. Good old-fashioned sex."
"Something I really don't care to talk about."
"O.K., I won't buck you on that point. But I'm just telling you one thing. I'm going to be seeing you at seven o'clock tonight. Be ready."
"I don't have any choice, do I?"
"Come on, honey. Let's not be that way," he said in a conciliatory tone.
"But isn't that the truth?"
"Yeah, I guess it is," he said smoothly. "But you don't have to look at it that way. Enjoy yourself, honey, there are a lot of girls who'd like to be where you are."
"So you're always reminding me."
"Well, it happens to be the truth."
"I'm sure it is. You are always the voice of truth. The voice of truth and the voice of wisdom."
"Well, you don't have to put it that strongly," he laughed.
"But isn't that what you think?"
"I suppose I do."
"That's all I'm saying."
"You're really a very shrewd girl," he laughed. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you again."
He quickly finished his cup of coffee, getting up from the table and walking away.
She felt hurt, recognizing what was happening.
Again, he was taking her for granted, doing precisely what he felt like doing, and she didn't like it.
Once more she felt the world closing in all around her. She was being forced to do what he wanted, with no opportunity to exercise her own free will.
She felt jumpy during the rest of the day.
As a rule, by the time the work day moved into late afternoon, Carol began to feel highly anxious to leave the hospital and go home.
But such was not the case this particular day. She would have given anything to remain at the hospital until late that evening. Anything to get away from having to go out with Wayne Ames.
She drove back to the apartment, changing for the date.
"Going out again?" Betty asked as she arrived home.
"Yes, I am."
"Who's the lucky guy tonight?"
"Same one I went out with the other night."
"Oh, Wayne Ames?"
"That's right," she nodded.
"You don't seem very anxious about it. As a matter-of-fact, you're acting about the same way you did the other night."
"Ami?"
"Yes, you are, and I can't figure it out."
"What's so hard to figure out?"
"Just why you want to continue going out with him if you don't enjoy it any more than that."
"How do you know I'm not enjoying it?"
"If you are, you're showing it in a strange way. And if you aren't enjoying it, why do you stay so late at the guy's place?"
"Didn't we cover that point the other night?"
"I guess we did, dear," Betty nodded. "I'm sorry if it appears that I'm prying. I'm really not at all. It's just that I am concerned about you, and I like to feel that you're happy. I don't like feeling that you're unhappy. That's all I'm trying to get across."
"I know what you're saying," Carol nodded. "You're just saying that it's strange, but you're concerned about my welfare."
"That's precisely it, honey. I'm not saying any more or any less than that."
"I appreciate it, believe me I do."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Betty walked away, allowing her to get ready.
Since he had not mentioned anything about dinner, she whipped herself up a chicken dinner of the television variety, eating it quickly.
She finished at a few minutes before seven, at which time the doorbell rang.
She answered the door, leaving with him immediately. She did not want him to see Betty. She did not want Betty roped into anything.
"I'm Johnny-on-the-Spot tonight," he said, looking at his watch. "Seven o'clock right on the dot. How about that, baby?"
"Yes, you're right on time."
"We're going straight over to my apartment.
We're going to have lots of fun. I've got a real surprise for you."
"You still won't tell me what it is, I don't suppose."
"No, not right now. But you'll soon be finding out."
"I suppose I will."
"You must think I'm a real man of mystery."
"Yes, I guess you are."
"It shouldn't be long before you find out all about what I've got in store for you," he smiled.
They got into his Mercedes and he drove her quickly over to his apartment.
"You're always looking beautiful, baby," he looked at her and smiled. "Good enough to eat, in fact."
She made no comment. If there was one thing she wasn't about to do, it was to encourage him with his little sexy farce.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
They rode the elevator up to his penthouse apartment.
The first thing she observed that was out of the ordinary was that Wayne did not take out a key. He just opened the door.
As she walked into the living room, she was jolted upon observing two familiar faces. One of them was Dave Phillips, a person she dis liked. She was very unhappy to see him sitting on a chair totally naked, sporting a big hard-on.
As her eyes moved a few inches, she observed another person who was totally naked. He was distinguished, grey -haired Dr. Charles Casey. She was surprised to see him sitting there, looking as excited as Dave Phillips, also sporting a hard-on.
"Hello there, honey," Dave Phillips said.
"Hello," she replied in a subdued tone.
"And how are you doing, Carol?" Dr. Casey asked.
"Hello, Dr. Casey."
"No, not Dr. Casey. It's Charley."
"You're damned right," Wayne laughed. "It's just plain old Charley."
"O.K., then plain old Charley," Carol said. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for the same reason Dave's here and the same reason that you're here. I'm here to fuck."
"But you have a wife and three kids."
"I step out discreetly every now and then," he laughed. "That's what I like about old Wayne. He's a very considerate guy. He surveys the scene and lets me know when I can have a little action without any problems. The arrangements are always very discreet with Wayne."
"Now I'm getting embarrassed getting all this praise," Wayne chuckled.
"It happens to be the truth," Dave said.
"When it comes to setting things up, Wayne old boy, you're the tops. I'm really impressed by you. And I'll tell you something. Old Charley appreciates it because he's the kind of guy who just can't step out any time he feels like it. Hell no, he can't. He's got too much to lose in the event that he gets caught."
"With the kind of money I make, my wife would hit me with a settlement that would leave me groveling on the ground," Charley Casey said.
"You're damned right," Wayne said. "That's why I'm real careful about everything."
"Well I'm glad that you guys all admire each other so much," Carol said negatively.
"Now knock off the smart-ass stuff," Wayne said. "I'm going to get off my clothes and I expect to see you do the same thing."
"We expect to see you do the same thing," Charley Casey laughed. "If you think we're hard now, honey, just wait until we watch you take off your clothes. You look absolutely beautiful, honey, and when you're nude, then you're something else."
"How would you know if you've never seen me?"
"How would I know?" he laughed. "I can see what your natural endowments are, just sitting here. And if you're completely stripped, honey, then I know you're going to look just fantastic."
Now Wayne was taking off his jacket. Soon he was removing his shirt.
"Come on, honey, and take off your clothes," Wayne prodded. "We all want to look at you naked. You're so gorgeous."
Now she was getting sick at her stomach. She had anticipated being used once more in fact, by Wayne, but now she could see that his plans extended beyond just himself. In addition to having sex with her, he was insuring his friends of an opportunity to do the same thing.
Now Charley and Dave were on their feet, watching with mounting interest as she began to remove her clothing.
by the time she removed her dress and was down to her panties and bra, they were getting more excited than ever.
"Will you look at those legs," Dave said excitedly. "This is the first time I've ever seen them without the white stockings. Damned, but they look good."
"Real smooth and trim," Charley Casey said. "But how about those tits?"
"Yeah, get the bra off, honey," Dave Phillips laughed. "We want a chance to look at those naked tits. You look so absolutely great, baby. We want to see the fully exposed breasts. We want to see those beautiful tits, those magnificent tits."
She was feeling more self-conscious by the minute, but went to work undressing.
She reached behind her and grabbed a hold of the bra strap, removing her bra.
"Ah, what great tits," Charley Casey said. "They look absolutely fantastic. They just couldn't look any better."
"I've got to agree," Dave Phillips said. "Just wait till I sink my tongue against them."
Now Wayne Ames was removing his shorts. She got a look at him, observing that he had a devastating hard-on as well.
Now it was obvious that she was the center of attention and that she was about to be accosted by not one but three men. She would have to please every one of them, and if she failed to do so, then it would be a sorry day for her, since Wayne had all that ammunition that he would be more than happy to use.
"O.K., now off with the panties," Wayne said. "Let the boys see your pussy."
"In the interest of medical science," Dave Phillips quipped.
Wayne and Charley burst into laughter over his remark.
"We're scientific men all the way," Wayne said, "especially when it comes to a beautiful chick like you, honey. Yes, show us that pussy of yours. Show us that glorious little mound."
She reached down and grabbed a hold of her panties, pulling them down her legs.
As she stepped out of her silky white panties, all three men were focusing their eyes attentively on her.
"Ah, just look at that beautiful body," Charley said. "I want to put my fingers to work on that pussy."
"Go ahead, Charley, you can be first," Wayne said. "You haven't had the opportunity to obtain as many kicks as Dave and I have. You're tied down in that damned marriage of yours."
"I really would appreciate getting first shot."
"It's fine with me," Wayne said. "You don't mind either, do you, Dave?"
"Hell no. Charley's a good guy. He's taught me an awful lot about the medical profession, and on top of that, he's a good person. Let him go ahead and have a blast."
"That's exactly the way I feel."
Now Charley had a broad grin on his face. He walked over toward the bed, throwing his arms around beautiful Carol.
"I really love touching that warm, firm skin of yours," he exclaimed. "I've really thought about this night, honey. When Wayne told me he was arranging it, I could hardly wait. I could hardly wait for the opportunity to have sex with you."
As he let his arms lock around her body, he leaned forward and allowed his lips to crash dramatically against hers.
Those lips locked with devastating passion, and as they did so, he reached behind her and fingered her buttocks.
He liked the contact with her asscheeks, and soon his fingers were moving more devastatingly than ever.
They were implanting themselves firmly against her skin. His heart was beginning to pound with rhythmic enthusiasm over the prospect of impending sex with her.
He released his lips from hers, then he eased her body downward into the bed with him.
"Ah, let's make it, baby, let's make it together," he exclaimed. "I really like you, sweetheart, I really like the opportunity of sex with you. It's going to be great, sweetheart, just great. It's something I've really been looking forward to."
There was one thing that she was happy about. If she had to have sex with any of the men, she would rather have had it with Charley.
She was disgusted over the fact he was there, knowing that he was a family man and all, but he stood in marked contrast to the other two men. He was far more kind, and there wasn't a cockiness about him as there was with both Dave and Wayne.
Now he was sliding his fingers over her breasts, and as he did so, his lips were coming into fervent contact with hers.
He engaged in a devastating series of furious kisses, becoming all the more eager about the action as time elapsed.
"Ah, I dig you, I really dig you," he ex claimed. "I like the way this is going, baby, I'm really getting hot, I'm really hot for action."
Now those fingers were working more eagerly than ever over her breasts. He tweaked her nipples several times, then slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
His whole body was trembling with anxious desire as his tongue came into contact with hers.
Back and forth he was maneuvering that tongue of his. The longer that he kept it moving, the more eager he became.
As tongue darted against tongue, he felt magnificently alive, enjoying the sexual contact.
Now he was all set for the hot, stimulating activity. The longer that the tongue glided against hers, the greater the flow of excitement that was generating throughout his entire body.
He finally released his tongue from her mouth.
"Now I've got to get that tongue working on your tits," he exclaimed.
"Go to it, Charley old boy," Dave Phillips encouraged.
She looked over and observed Dave and Wayne standing not far from the bed. Their cocks were thrust out eagerly, and she knew it would only be a short matter of time before they would be getting in on the action.
Charley had the opportunity to go first, but they would also be getting involved in the aggressive antics.
"Sock it to her, old boy," Wayne said. "Go get her, Charley, she's waiting for it, she's waiting for the kind of action you can give her."
That tongue danced with precision skill over her breasts. Charley hadn't been this excited in years. Oh sure, occasionally he had the opportunity to step out and have a little sex, often through Wayne's intercession. But never in all of his philandering had he encountered anyone quite as beautiful as Carol.
He loved those breasts, so firm and warm, and every time that his tongue came into fervent contact with them, he became that much more excited.
"Go ahead, work the tongue, keep working the tongue," Wayne encouraged. "Keep it working, old boy, you can do it."
"Just look at that guy go," Dave laughed. "I really like what I see. I really like the way that that tongue of his is going to work. It's getting me all the hornier for action."
"Me too," Wayne said. "He's going to get his chance first, then we're going to be getting in on the action as well."
"We're going to have one helluva blast."
"You'd better believe we are."
As for Charley, he was so carried away that he was hardly aware of what was being said.
All he knew was that that fervent tongue of his was going to work with great passion against her breast. He also liked the fact that her body was dancing around back and forth while he kept up those spirited movements.
"Come on and work that tongue," Wayne said. "Come on, Charley, loosen her up."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Now Charley had worked himself into such a frenzy that he had to immediately get his rocks off.
"I've got to fuck you now," he exclaimed. "I'm so hot, baby, so hot I can't stand it."
"Go ahead and do it, Charley," she said.
"I want to slip that hot rod of mine in your mound."
Now his fingers went to work busily on her breasts. As they worked with feverish interest, he plunged that rod of his inside her mound.
He entered her with a quick decisive thrust, then continued to move back and forth at a free and easy clip.
Even though he was extremely hot and agitated, he wanted to make certain that he didn't get too excited prematurely. He wanted to keep that action going for a long period of time. He could only get the ultimate in satisfaction through proceeding at a gradual level.
"Come on and fuck her, come on and fuck that gal's mound," Wayne shouted. "You can do it, Charley, just keep generating that action. You've got that thing working like a piston, old boy. You can be proud of yourself, proud of yourself as you work that thing. Come on and drive it inside her. Drive it fast, drive it hard."
"Just keep up the good work," Dave said. "Keep thrusting that rod of yours in there, Charley. Drive it in her, old boy, give her that hot action. Give her that devastating action. Keep going, old boy, keep up the action, keep it hot and heavy."
Back and forth he was thundering with that spirited cock of his.
"Oh, you're so tight in there," he exclaimed. "I'm hot, honey, and do I ever love fucking you. Ah, what a wonderful screw you are. Oh, baby, I've got to kiss you."
While his fingers were working in a flurry over her breasts, and while his lips were continuing to make solid steady impact against hers, he kept up that fantastic fucking pace. He knew just how to control the action, making certain that he never went too fast. But he continued to pick up steam, letting the action generate at a consistent level.
"Ah, what a fuck, what a fuck you are," he sighed "I'm working this cock faster now, baby, I just can't keep it going. I can't keep it going without working it quickly. Ah, oh, what great action. Oh, what great fucking, baby, I love it, oh, I really love it. I love what I'm doing to you."
"You're driving her into a frenzy," Wayne said. "You're doing a great job, old boy. Keep it up, Charley, keep driving that cock of yours in there. You're really a tiger. You're really good at it. Drive that cock into her, come on, Charley, screw her, fuck her, keep that piston flaring old boy, keep it going inside her, keep the fuck going."
Now he decided to switch his fingers from her breasts down to her buttocks. He began to squeeze those asscheeks ever so earnestly as he stepped up the pace of his fucking.
"Oh, now I'm going even faster, honey, you're really getting to me," he said. "I can't keep up this action too much longer, I'm getting just too hot, baby, just too hot for action, it's just too much for anybody to withstand. I'm getting too excited, honey, too excited."
As the fingers worked smoothly around her asscheeks, he kept on relentlessly pounding that penis ever so eagerly inside her mound.
The other two men continued to watch, enjoying the fact that Charley was getting so turned on with every stimulating movement that he put forth with that spirited cock of his.
"Come on and keep on fucking," Dave said. "You're going to orgasm, Charley, you're going to shoot the rocks off pretty fast, so keep that cock of yours driving, keep it working fast, old boy, keep it driving, keep it inside her, keep it up, keep it working, oh, keep it working inside her, keep it working.
His hips rotated back and forth, and it made him feel good to see that she was pushing back and forth to meet his every fervent movement.
The timing was superb, and as his body kept rocking back and forth, he thrust that penis of his into her all the more sharply.
Now he was in her to the hilt, driving that rod of his at the most intense level possible as he kept on pumping eagerly.
"I'm set to explode, baby," he said.
"It looks like it."
"You can tell?"
"I sure can. I can feel it and I can see it in you."
"Oh, I'm just burning up."
"You are, you really are."
"Ah, just a few more strokes, that's all."
He grabbed a hold of her asscheeks all the more firmly, pounding that penis into her with relentless energy.
"Ah, this is too much, oh, do I ever like this," he said. "Ah, I'm just about there, baby, I'm just about there, it's like a furnace. It's not going to take much longer, baby, oh, I'm itching, oh, those balls of mine. Look how they're bulging, baby, reach out and touch them. Please reach out and touch those balls. Reach out and touch them as I'm getting ready to explode."
She reached out and grabbed hold of the balls, and as she did so, he kept on pounding that penis of his relentlessly inside her mound.
"That's it, baby, hang on, sweetheart, hang on," he exclaimed. "Just hang on, because I'm going to explode, I'm going to shoot inside you. Oh, am I ever going to shoot, oh, am I ever ablaze with excitement. Ah, this is great, what a great screw. How tight you are, darling, what a wonderful fuck. The best fuck a guy could ever have."
"Now you're really pumping," Wayne said. "Just a few more strokes, Charley, and you're going to juice. Come on, Charley, keep it up. Keep the old cock charging. Keep it charging fast, old boy, keep it working."
"Ah, I'm there, I'm there," he exclaimed, watching as the jets of hot white juice burst out of the end of his penis and inside her mound. "Oh, I'm there, baby, just look at that juice, I'm juicing, I'm juicing inside that hot tight mound. What a beautiful mound, oh, what a fuck, what a fuck I gave you. Ah, it couldn't have been better, it was the best screw a guy could possibly get."
Now he released his penis from her mound. He had a look of contentment about him
"Happy about it?" Dave Phillips asked.
"I sure am."
"How about me going next?" Dave said. "Seeing as how I'm your guest, just like Charley, I should get to go second."
"O.K., that's alright by me," Wayne said. "Turn that cock of yours loose."
"Don't worry, I will. I know what I want. I want her to go down on me."
"She's a great hose artist," he said. "Just don't rush her too fast. Let those fingers of hers go to work, then let her lick your balls. Take it step by step, it will be more fun that way."
"I've got to agree," Dave said. "That's the way Charley did it."
"Yeah, the big thing is to control yourself for a little bit. It's awfully tough when you get that turned on."
"That's really understandable," Wayne nodded.
Now Dave was climbing inside the bed.
Carol's heart sank. She hated the idea of having sex with somebody she despised, as she definitely did Dave Phillips.
It was terrible to think that she was trapped that there was nothing she could do other than provide Wayne and his friends with all of the adventure that they wanted.
But there was Dave, sitting there in the. middle of that bed with his legs spread comfortably. That cock of his was burning with excitement, and she knew what was expected of her.
"O.K., you can grab hold of it and start playing with it for a little bit," Dave said. "I want you to turn those fingers loose on my cock and balls. You can let the fingers of one hand work over the cock, and the fingers of the other hand work over my balls. I want you to work those fingers real nice. I want some good finger action before you put the tongue to work."
"You sound like a man who definitely knows what he wants," Wayne chuckled.
"You're damned right I do," Dave said. "Just let me get around a beautiful chick, and I'll tell you exactly what I want. And it isn't all that hard to figure out. I get this hard-on, and everything takes care of itself after that."
"I can well imagine," Wayne laughed.
"Come on, baby, and work those fingers of yours," Dave said. "One hand on the cock, the other hand on the balls."
She realized that there was nothing that she could do other than give in, so she put her left hand to work, maneuvering up and down his lengthy rod and her right hand to work on his balls.
Back and forth she kept up those movements, operating at a slow pace.
"That's it, baby, let's take it in stride," Dave said. "Just work those fingers at a gradual pace. Nice and easy, sweetheart, I want you to do it nice and easy. I like the way things are falling into place. Oh, that cock of mine is so hard. I want you to keep those fingers working. Keep them going at a nice steady clip. A nice, even clip. Oh yes, just keep the fingers going."
He lay back contentedly, observing her strokesmanship as those fingers went to work with great eagerness over his cock and balls.
It made him feel good to know just how excited he was getting. He had wanted for quite some time, to have sex with her, then until Wayne entered the scene, he had practically given up on the idea.
But now it was apparently an open season, wherein having sex with gorgeous Carol was concerned. Wayne had seen to it, and it made him very happy to know that fact.
"Now you can work the fingers a little faster," he said. "Come on, baby, speed up the pace a little. That's it, work the fingers a little more excitedly. I like that, I like the way you're working them. Work the fingers real nice, baby, work them real nice. Oh, this is great, honey, I like that finger action. Come on and move those fingers, darling, move them real nice. Oh, now you are really going to work. I like that action. You are great, honey, you are absolutely great."
Up and down she was working those fingers over his entire cock. He was alive with excitement, anticipating the moment when he would order her to switch from her finger activities to the licking.
"I'm just about ready to have you switch over," he said. "Just keep those fingers going a little longer. Just a little while longer. I like the way the excitement is proceeding. Come on, baby, work those fingers around. Work them real nice. Ah, I love the finger action. Come on, baby, keep it going, oh, keep it going, I love it, I love what you are doing."
The fingers continued to work spiritedly, and finally Dave decided it was time to switch to the licking.
"O.K., now go down on me," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "Get that tongue to work on my cock. And while you're working the tongue over my cock, I want you to finger my balls. Come and coordinate those movements, baby, I want some brisk, hot action."
"You tell her, old buddy," Wayne laughed.
Now she leaned forward and let that tongue of hers go to work on the tip of the penis. She started out at the tip, but soon she was letting that tongue proceed up and down the length of his entire cock.
"Now remember, keep those fingers working over the balls too," he said. "It's important to keep both acts going at the same time. Come on, sweetheart, go to work, baby, I need it, I need that hot action."
So now she was toying with his balls, letting her fingers work over their bulging surface while her tongue was exercising itself at a vigorous pace up and down the length of his entire spear.
"You're doing a great job," he said. "Keep up that licking, sweetheart, keep it up, baby, I love it. Oh, I really love what you're doing, keep the tongue working, oh, keep that sexy tongue of yours working. Ah, oh, I really dig that, baby, keep it going, keep the tongue working, I like your tongue action. Tongue me, baby, tongue that cock of mine. Lick it, darling, mouth that cock, come on and turn it loose."
So now she was working it up and down quickly, hoping that he would soon explode. The only reason she wanted him to do it fast was that she would hopefully be rid of him after that. She didn't want to have any more sex with Dave than she absolutely had to.
"Come on and lick," he said. "Keep up those movements, baby, don't let up now. Work the tongue as fast as you can. Keep it driving, oh, keep it driving spiritedly, baby, I like your action."
Now his legs were trembling and his balls were bulging more eagerly than ever as she kept up that steady onslaught against his spirited rod.
"Just a few more strokes, baby, it's not going to take many more," he exclaimed loudly. "Come on and mouth me, lick that cock of mine, lick the cock and play with my balls, come on and play with those hot balls. Oh, are they ever hot, honey, those balls of mine are really ready to explode. It's not going to take long now, baby, come on and lick, oh, come on and lick that cock."
Now the tongue was working up and down speedily, and he was all set to explode his juices inside her mouth.
"Oh, get ready, I'm there, I'm there," he exclaimed. "Oh, look at that hot white juice shoot out of there. Go after that hot stuff, baby, eat the cum, eat those juicy gobs of white juice. Come on, baby, lick that thing clean. Oh, it's hot and thick. Look at the way it's shooting out there. It's so hot, so thick, come on and go after it, baby, go after that hot stuff. Go after that hot white juice. Come on, baby, go after that juice, eat it, eat it, eat my cock juice, baby, I want you to swallow it, darling, swallow that hot stuff, swallow my hot load, swallow that delicious semen."
She managed to hang on to most of his load, even though she didn't like the idea at all.
She was afraid of alienating either Dave or Wayne, so she hung on to most of the load, digesting it.
Her tongue was feeling tired and sore, since Dave had been very demanding.
Now she was beginning to wonder what Wayne would expect. He too could be extremely demanding, and as she attempted to anticipate what he would be suggesting, he walked over toward her.
He had that same supercilious grin on his face that was practically always there, and the fingers of his right hand were working eagerly up and down his cock.
"Now I expect a good hot licking from you," he said. "I expect you to go down on that cock and really give it some satisfaction."
Even though her tongue was tired and she was beginning to get a headache, she recognized that she would have to give in to Wayne's urges.
"Come on and lick me," he said arrogantly.
"Go down on that million dollar cock. Yeah, I'm going to be a million dollar physician, and that makes it a million dollar cock. So go down on it, lick it, baby, work that tongue around there."
She moved her tongue swiftly up and down his lengthy rod. A feeling of sadness swept over her, which stemmed from the fact that she knew that she was hooked and there was nothing she could do about it. He had her exactly where he wanted her, to the point where she would provide satisfaction not only for him, but for his friends as well.
"Come on, keep up that licking," he sighed. "I'm practically there, baby, lick that cock of mine. Go down on it, come on, lick it, lick that cock."
"Boy, you really tamed this chick," Dave Phillips laughed. "I've got to hand it to you, Wayne old boy. You've really brought it down to earth. Yes indeed, Wayne, you really did."
Wayne heaved a sigh of relief as the white juices began to spill out of the end of his rod and into her mouth.
She felt more disgusted and tired than ever. She was like a common whore, somebody to be used any time that Wayne or his friends felt like some satisfaction.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
During the course of the next few days, Carol kept to herself.
She didn't feel like talking to anyone. Also, she began to wonder if maybe it wouldn't be wise for her to just get out of the hospital and go to work somewhere else. But then, as she recalled, Wayne had at one time threatened her by stating that he could see to it that the information concerning her and Larry was imparted to anybody in any hospital in the city.
She felt that there was no way she could get away from the man. He was so clever and sinister, that somehow he would see that the information got across, no matter where she went. If she went to another city, she could always use an alias, but then there would be the question of references. How could she answer that?
As long as she wanted to stay in nursing, it appeared that she was hooked. She was beholden to Wayne. But she knew she couldn't tolerate him for much longer. It was just too much.
One afternoon she assisted him on an operation.
She was hoping to slip out of the room after it had been completed, but Wayne wouldn't have any of it.
"Just a moment, please, Carol MacDonald," he said in a crisp voice. "I'd like for you to remain. I'd like to discuss some business with you."
She observed two of the interns winking at each other and smiling, reconizing the kind of business that Wayne apparently had in mind.
They left the room. After the assisting nurses had left as well, and at a time when both of them were alone, Wayne walked over and locked the operating room door.
"Why are you doing that?" she asked fearfully.
"Because I figured we can have ourselves a little action."
"In the operating room here?"
"Of course. It's not in use. We've got a bed here. My cock is itchy. I think you're just the person to lick it."
"Wayne, these demands have to stop," she said unhappily. "You are just ruining me. It's a disgrace. You just get me to do whatever you want."
"Stop your gripping. You're lucky you've got a hot, handsome guy like me around to have sex with."
"But it's so humiliating. And everybody knows what's going on."
"What the hell do I care?" he laughed. "I don't give a damn what anybody thinks or knows about, just as long as I keep getting my kicks."
"You only think about yourself."
"That's because I'm way ahead of anybody else."
"I guess you do feel that way. And it's really a disgusting attitude."
"Don't moralize with me, baby."
He reached out and grabbed hold of her. He kissed her several times roughly, throwing his arms around her body.
"Relax, sweetheart," he said. "What the hell are you doing getting so uptight? I mean, we've balled before, so you shouldn't be getting that uptight at all. As a matter-of-fact, you ought to be relaxing, you ought to be enjoying this kind of action. Sometimes I just don't understand you, baby, sometimes I just don't understand you at all."
"Maybe I don't like being treated like the hospital slut," she exploded.
"Hell, you certainly weren't bothered by any of those thoughts when you had sex with young Larry, were you?"
"Maybe I made a mistake with Larry, but I'm just sick and tired of this whole thing. I'm not going to take any more from you, Wayne, I've had it."
"Like hell you have."
Once more he reached out and grabbed hold of her. She attempted to struggle free, but was unable to do so, as he plunged his lips against hers.
Her whole body twisted and turned as she attempted to get away from his grasp, but she was unable to break away.
He finally released his lips from hers.
"What the hell are you squirming about?" he asked angrily.
"Maybe I want a little freedom."
"You're leaning on me, honey, you're leaning hard," he said. "All I've got to do is drop the word, all I've got to do is drop the word to the right person. Then you've had it, you've really had it. Now I'm just warning you."
"I'm leaving this room."
"No, you're not."
"You can't stop me."
"The hell I can't," he laughed.
"Please, please don't be so mean. Please don't be so demanding."
"Aw, stop that crying. I'm getting damned sick of the whole thing."
He reached out and grabbed her again. This time his fingers went to work on her nurse's uniform.
"Let's get your clothes off," he said. "I just might want to lick your mound too."
She struggled for several seconds. Then he reached out and slapped her several times across the face, knocking her backwards against the operating table.
"Now don't hand me any more crap," he said. "I'll beat the living daylights out of you if I have to, to get my way. I want you, woman, and I'm going to have you. I was determined from the first time I met you that I was going to have you, and there's not going to be any other way about it. You understand, baby?"
She was sprawled against the wall, very much in the midst of a daze.
She placed her right hand against her upper lip, discovering that she had had it cut by him.
She knew exactly how determined he was, and that she could expect a beating if she in any way bucked him.
Now he was on top of her again in a flash. He reached out and attempted to pull off the top of her uniform.
As he did so, she reacted sharply, biting the index finger of his right hand.
"Oh, goddamn it," he gasped angrily, pulling his hand away.
At first he stood there looking at her painfully, then exploded into rage.
"You shouldn't have done that, you little bitch," he said. "Now I'm going to beat the hell out of you and get the sex that I want. You've really been asking for it, and now you're going to get the lesson that you deserve."
He stepped forward once more. Again she felt a rain of blows as he slapped her several times in rapid succession across the face.
She staggered once more, falling hard against the wall.
As she attempted to shake the cobwebs clear of her brain, she observed the surgeon's knife resting atop the table.
He moved toward her once more. His face was red and his body trembling in anger.
"I'm going to fix you, really fix you," he threatened.
She observed him pulling that hand back once more.
Just as he was about to strike her, she reached out and grabbed hold of that knife.
As he took a step toward her, she thrust the knife into her right hand then put it toward his stomach.
Her face turned white and she gasped as he ran into the knife. She observed the spurts of blood coming from his stomach, after which he pulled off and dropped to the floor.
He lay there on the ground, covered with his own blood.
"Oh no, oh no," she whispered to herself.
She leaned over and grabbed his right wrist, feeling his pulse.
"Oh no, my God, he's dead, he's dead," she sobbed.
Carol MacDonald immediately turned herself in to the police, revealing all of the details concerning the death of Wayne Ames.
She could hardly talk. She had never done a violent deed in her life prior to that time. It was terrible, she thought, how she had let her passions run away with her in the case of one patient. Then, in place of facing up to things fearlessly, she had allowed an ego maniacal young doctor with neurotic impulses to use her sexually.
She reiterated time and again to the police officer who questioned her that she had acted in self-defense, that he had hurt her, had cut her lip, had dazed her, and that she was barely aware of who she was and where she was. She didn't know but what he could have killed her unless she had reacted as sharply as she had, when she had.
They looked at her skeptically. She wasn't the least bit surprised, since they had no doubt heard such stories from a number of women.
But the longer that she told the story, the more she noticed the skepticism disappearing.
Finally a man from the District Attorney's office came in and talked to her. A short time later a police officer came in and said:
"You can go now."
"I can?"
"That's right. The D.A.'s office isn't going to prosecute."
"They're not?"
"No, they view it as justifiable homicide," the officer explained. "They say it's a clear-cut case of self-defense. I am inclined to agree. You seem like an honest girl who got confused. See to it that it doesn't happen again. Next time you might not be so fortunate."
"I realize that," she nodded sadly.
"A friend of yours is waiting outside," he said.
"Who is that?"
"A Betty Johnson."
"Oh yes, my room mate."
She left the interrogation room and threw her arms around Betty Johnson. Now the tears were streaming down her face.
Never again, she thought, would she ever get involved in such a predicament.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
As far as the police were concerned, the case of Dr. Wayne Ames was a closed affair.
But it was anything but closed as far as Carol was concerned. In the days and nights that immediately followed the tragedy, Carol's memory recounted every lurid detail of the incident.
Several times she awakened early in the morning in a cold sweat, shrieking as she ob served herself wielding the surgical knife in her nightmare. She could see Wayne standing there, moving toward her menacingly. Then suddenly she would thrust out, landing the knife instinctively into him. She would observe his eyes rolling. Then his face would turn suddenly pale as she observed him fall in a heap to the floor.
On one occasion the nightmare was so vivid that her whole body was trembling helplessly.
Betty came running into the room, flipping on the light.
"I could see him so clearly this time," her voice trembled as she answered her roommate.
"That's what I thought. Another nightmare. The same one."
"Yes, I can't forget it."
"You poor kid. You're just gonna have to pull yourself together."
"I know. But it's easier said than done."
"You have been through a terrible ordeal."
"I just can't get over it, Betty," she shook her head despondently. "I'm not a killer. At least I don't think that I am. But look at what happened. I killed him, Betty, I killed him."
"It was self defense, dear. If it had been anything but that you would have been prosecuted." v
"But I still did it."
"Sure, but you've got to look at all the circumstances," Betty did her best to persuade her friend. "That's the way the authorities looked at it. That Wayne Ames was a madman. I read some articles about him in the paper."
"The papers really played the whole thing up, didn't they?"
"Oh sure, you know how that type of thing goes. A beautiful girl and a successful young doctor. All the ingredients for a drama. But from what I read even his friends and family were concerned about him. He was much too cocky and much too demanding in his relations with women. Why, he was a dangerous man, Carol. You've got to take that into account. Actually you were doing nothing more than fighting for your life. It was nothing more than that, and the sooner you realize it the better. There's a good chance you would have been killed if it hadn't been for what you did. He was an angry man, angry and dangerous, and he was beating you up at the time. Don't forget that."
"The whole thing still gives me goose pimples. I just can't get it out of my mind."
"You're going to have to, dear. Don't let a sick guy like that ruin the rest of your life."
"But I killed him!"
"You didn't mean to. You've got to remember that. Then you've got to put this whole thing behind you. I'm not going to let this wreck you. You're a beautiful young girl and you've got your whole life ahead of you."
"I appreciate your concern, Betty. It's good to know that I've got a friend I can count on."
"Thank you. I know that you're a good gal. You just got caught up in a bad set of circumstances. Now can I fix us some coffee?"
"No thanks. I'll never get to sleep if I drink that."
"I guess you're right about that," Betty smiled. "Then how about some hot milk or something like that?"
"No, I'll be just fine. Thanks for taking some time to console me. I'm sorry I woke you up."
"Don't worry about that," Betty reassured. "I just want to see you snap back and become the girl I used to know."
"I'll do my best."
"You know what I think. I think you could use a vacation. You ought to get completely away from the city for awhile."
"Oh, I don't know."
"Think it over."
"Okay, I will. Goodnight now."
"Goodnight. And if you need me for anything else, feel free to call me."
"Thank you."
With some effort, after a good deal of tossing and turning, Carol finally managed to get to sleep. Fortunately she did not have another nightmare, sleeping until late in the morning.
Carol fixed herself some breakfast, which she picked at unenthusiastically. As she ate her sausage and eggs and sipped her coffee, she began to think a good deal about the suggestion that Betty had made about taking the vacation.
She had saved her money frugally in her nursing job, and just maybe she could afford a good vacation, provided that she wanted to take one.
Her mind shifted back and forth. When Betty had first made the suggestion she had not taken it that seriously. But now, as she sat alone in the kitchen finishing breakfast, it began to assume a good deal more plausability. Perhaps, she thought, a good vacation would be just the thing to get her mind off of tragedy and into a new frame of mind.
After breakfast she started thumbing through the morning newspaper. She came across an advertisement showing a smiling man and woman surfing in the waters of sunny Miami Beach.
When her eyes then focused on the amount that the vacation would cost, she realized that, if she wanted to, she could readily afford such a vacation.
After thinking the matter over for several minutes, Carol picked up the phone and dialed the number. She placed a reservation for herself.
That evening when Betty returned home from work, Carol had something to tell her. "Guess what I did today," Carol began. "What, dear?"
"I took your advice. I'm gonna take a vacation."
"Great. Where to?"
"Miami. I think I'll leave day after tomorrow."
"That's beautiful. You really deserve it," Betty smiled.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Betty drove Carol to the airport two evenings later, where Carol caught a plane for Miami.
The first two days Carol never left the hotel, lolling around at the poolside in the bright sunshine. But she enjoyed the tranquility and sunshine, and was particularly happy about being away from home and in a new environment.
Her second night, as she ate dinner in the hotel dining room, a face from her past loomed before her. She began thinking about Gary Peterson, her old lover, and wondered what it would be like to be in the position of getting to make love to him again.
That night when she went to sleep, with Gary Peterson occupying a position in her subconscious, she dreamed about him lying naked in bed.
She was there with him, totally devoid of clothing and ready for some hot sex action. He leaned over and kissed her lips passionately. As their lips remained pressed together fervently, he reached out and cupped his fingers around her breasts.
His fingers moved rapidly over her hot breasts as her body flipped back and forth, enjoying the steady action that he was providing.
"Oh, what great tits you've got," he gasped. "I just love running these fingers over them."
"Oh, you're so good at it. Those fingers are moving so quickly, so beautifully."
He finally removed his fingers from them, then put his tongue on her breasts. Now the tongue was dancing feverishly over her breasts and nipples.
"Oh, you're really working me over," she sighed. "Drive that tongue, honey, oh, I love it."
He kept up those fervent tongue movements over her boobs until the pangs of anxiety were overwhelming her. Now she needed to feel his rigid penis inside her vagina.
"Oh, baby, I need you, I need you now," she cried out. "Fuck me, honey, put that penis of yours to work inside me. Oh, I want it, I need it, I need it right now."
Gary was more than ready to respond to her urgings as he allowed his penis to enter spiritedly inside her mound.
"Oh, that feels good, I'm inside you," he sighed. "Does that feel good to you?"
"Ah, you're overwhelming me with that hot manliness," she sighed. "Keep it going, baby, keep that hot cock pounding inside me. Oh, I like it, I love it, I love what you're doing for me."
Now he was drilling his penis with great intensity inside her hot mound. He was pushing it in as far as it would go, working that cock diligently.
"Oh, I'm going to explode inside you," he sighed.
"Keep it up. Drill me, honey."
"Hang on, honey, hang on."
Now he leaned forward and let his lips plunge against hers. He let them remain locked against hers as he kept up his resolute cock attack on her vagina.
He kept it up spiritedly until his entire body began to shake. He released his lips from hers dramatically at that point.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there," he declared.
"I know you are. Ah, I can feel all that wonderful juice in me, baby."
"Wasn't it beautiful?"
"It was even better than that."
At that point she opened her eyes, awakening from the dream. She thought it strange at first about thinking of Gary. After all, it had been quite a while since she had last seen him.
She got up and walked over to the window, drawing the drapes open and looking out at the Atlantic Ocean's swirling waters in the darkness of late evening.
The more that Carol thought about it, the more she began to realize that there had been a very simple reason to explain why she had been thinking about Gary.
He had been the last person she had had a strong affection for. If only he hadn't been married, she thought, then maybe they could have had a wonderful romance.
But she realized that the thoughts concerning Gary at that time demonstrated just how much she was thinking in the past. She recognized how important it would be for her to reorient her thinking toward the present. It was a necessity if she ever was to remove herself from the dilemma that she was caught up in.
She looked at the waves of the Atlantic for several more minutes, then went back to bed. As she lay in bed she made herself a vow. Somehow she was going to forget all about Wayne, about Gary, about all the unpleasant memories of the past. And she was going to start from scratch.
She enjoyed the rest of her ten day vacation in Miami, mainly reading and sitting in the sunshine. She did her best to put her thoughts in a different context than before.
Betty was there to pick her up at the airport.
"Say, a man called the house the other day for you," Betty said after they exchanged greetings.
"Who was it?" she asked curiously.
"He said his name was Edward McPherson. Does that mean anything to you ?"
"Of course. The chief administrator at the hospital," Carol replied painfully.
"Yes. He said he wanted to see you in his office as soon as you return from your vacation."
"What else did he say?"
"He was interested to know if you were enjoying your vacation. He told me he was concerned about your health."
"Is that right. I'd be afraid to show my face before him after all that happened to me at that hospital."
"Well, I'm saving the best part of what he said for last."
"What was that?"
"He told me to tell you that they've been examining all the bizarre aspects of your case. He said that there's a possibility that they could put you back on the staff in a probationary capacity. You'd have to prove yourself, but it looks like he might be willing to give you the chance."
Carol looked out the window at the lights of the city.
"You know, Betty, I've been doing a lot of thinking on that vacation," Carol sighed. "I'm gonna snap out of this. I'm gonna get over it and start all over. That's great news. I'm gonna take advantage of that chance."
"That's what I was trying to tell you," Betty smiled. "You've got to keep your chin up when things are tough."
