The Nurse Ch. 01

I felt his big hands traveling over my body...over and over, head to toe. I felt like I was swirling in a black cloud. I couldn't see him. I couldn't touch him. Every time I reach out my hands, I only feel air. I feel his lips touch that sensitive spot below my ear. "Baby, I wanna fuck you so bad...." I feel ripples of desire flow over my heated flesh. Yes! Yes! I want that, too. I feel something brush across the small of my back...was it his cock? I turn around quickly. I must have turned to quickly because I am falling now. Falling so fast I feel like the wind is being sucked from my chest. "No...wait. Wait!"

I sit up in bed. My breath is coming in quick, heated gasps. I realize I am covered in sweat. My mind comes to here and now. I am safe in my bed...alone. I close my eyes and let out a frustrated groan. I roll over in my bed and grab my pillow. Behind my closed eyelids, I try to replay my dream.

I remember the faceless man who always seems to haunt my dreams. Why? Night after restless night he torments me, touches me, fucks me, whispers to me. Night after night, I wake up only to realize, I am alone.

I groan again. I am 26 years old. I have a great job. I have a great little house in a respectable community. What is wrong with me?

I roll over onto my back. "I know what's wrong with you...you're a freak." I laughed out loud at me talking to myself. I am not talking about outwardly freaky but sexually freaky.

I love all things kinky. The wilder the better. So, you would think I would have hundreds of guys lining up outside my door? NOOOOOO. They all run for the hills when they realize how I like to have sex.

I can't help it, though. I feel like I shouldn't have to hide myself from the things I like, the things that bring me pleasure.

Before I could contemplate any further on my life, I heard the annoying sound of my alarm clock. "FUCK!" I was not ready to get up for the day. I usually wake up and masturbate thinking of my faceless man.

Usually, my faceless man doesn't leave me so sexually frustrated. Usually my faceless man fucks the hell out of me and then recedes into the shadows when I wake up!

I turned the alarm off, and I slowly climbed out of bed. I should be used to this by now. I climb out of bed at 2 a.m. actually wanting to go to work. This morning, I just want to climb back in bed and forget the day.

I walk down the hall towards the bathroom. I don't even bother with turning on the light. I just jump right in the shower. I let out a yell when the ice cold water hits my skin. It sounds like a punishment, and, I guess, in away it is.

I can shower myself in my sleep, and usually, most mornings I do. By the time I am rinsing off the soap, the water gets blissfully warm. I turn my face into the spray. I imagine my faceless man spooning me from behind. His warm arms wrapping around my waist.

I can feel his hard cock pushing against my back. I imagine him whispering in my ear, "How about a quickie before work?" I feel his magic hands grabbing at my tits, squeezing them and milking them. My nipples hard and throbbing against his palms.

"God, I need a man!" I shut the water off. I climb out of the shower, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I watch myself toweling the water from my skin. I am tall, average weight. I have long black hair and big, blue eyes.

My favorite part about me is my breasts. I love to squeeze them around a fat cock while I suck on the head of it. I love the way my tits look covered in cum. The white cum looks so yummy against my brown aureoles. My nipples always hard and demanding to be licked off.

I glance at the wall clock. Shit! I am going to be late for work! I run back to my room, and I dress in record time. I run, breathless, out of the house and down the street for the bus.

I get to the corner just in time to see the bus door close. "No, wait! Wait!" The driver smirks at me, but he at least opens the door to let me on the bus. "Thanks!" The driver eyes me up and down without shame, "Next time, nursey, I'll make ya walk." Then, he snorted at his own joke.

I found a seat in the back of the bus. I hate it when people make nurse jokes at me. Yes, I am a nurse. The hospital I work at still makes us wear the dumb caps and white uniforms. I closed my eyes and laughed at myself. Here I was getting mad at an old, perverted bus driver.

The bus driver drove to the hospital in record time. I was very thankful for that! I clocked in with only a minute to spare. I raced to the assignment board only to find out I was stuck in the burn unit for the next 3 days! I hate the burn unit. It is so depressing.

I rode the elevator up to the 3rd floor. I saw the night shift nurse sitting at the nursing station the minute I stepped off the elevator. "Nice of you to show up, Jennifer!", she snarled at me. I put on my brightest smiles, "Well, I at least showed up. All I wanted to do was stay home and...." She cut me off. "I don't care. Just sit down and get report. I have to be back here in 12 hours, and I would like to get some sleep."

I figured I better shut my mouth because if she didn't show up tonight, I would be stuck working a full 24 hours today. Ginny rattled on and on about what a crazy night it had been. I listened wordlessly while she gave me report.

In room A, there was a 72 year old man who got up at 12:30 a.m. to drink a bottle of liquid bleach. He had burned his lips, face, chest, hands, and of course, burned his insides something terrible. Ginny half joked that he wouldn't be here when she clocked back in tonight. If he did make it, he would not be going back home to live by himself that's for sure.

In room C, there was a little 7 year old Amish girl who burned her self in a vat of hot oil. She had burned her face pretty badly, but she had been here for most of the month and would soon be going home.

In room F, there was a 21 year old guy who was in a car accident last night. He broke his right arm in three places, broke his left arm in 2 places, had burns on his legs and back, and had multiple cuts and bruises over his whole body.

I let out a sigh of relief. It didn't sound like to much to handle. I just prayed the next 12 hours would fly by. Ginny left without so much as a back words glance.

I looked around the small burn unit figuring I better get to work. I went to room C to see how little Becky was doing. I pulled the curtain back, and I felt my heart breaking when I spied the little girl sleeping soundly. She looked like an angel with her blond hair fanned out on the pillow. She turned her head, and I saw the ugly scars on the side of her face. Poor thing. She would be forever disfigured. She was making a fine recovery, though, and Ginny was right, she would probably be moved in the next day or so. She no longer even needed the bandage on her face. She would have to go for some more painful skin grafts, and, if her parents, approved, some plastic surgery. I let out a sad sigh when I realized, being Amish, her parents probably wouldn't go for the surgery.

I went down to room A to check on Mr. Smith. I pulled the curtain back, and I was struck with the horrible smell of bleach and dead skin. I stood by his bedside, and I laid my hand on his shoulder. "Hello, Mr. Smith. My name is Jennifer. I will be taking good care of you today." Mr. Smith didn't respond, and I knew he wouldn't. The doctors had him in a medical induced coma to relieve his pain. I checked his vital signs. I gave him a shot of morphine for his pain. While I was charting, I heard sounds coming from across the hallway.

I put Mr. Smith's chart back down, and I headed down the U-shaped hallway to room F. I pulled the curtain back, and I spied Mr. Adams awake in bed looking very frustrated and uncomfortable.

"Hello, Mr. Adams. My name is Jennifer. I will be the nurse on for today. Is there anything I can do for you?" I was shocked when the warmest brown eyes were flashed my way for an instant. I had never seen actual chocolate brown eyes before, but this guy had them.

"So, the old bitch finally went home did she? GOOD!" I couldn't help but laugh. "If you mean, Ginny, yes she did." I walked over to the side of Mr. Adams' bed. "Can I help you? You look like you are breaking a sweat here."

I couldn't help but laugh when I spied an obvious red tint covering his cheeks. He flopped back in utter disgust. "My name's Jeremy. Call me Jeremy. My dad's name was Mr. Adams."

I felt the need to search all over his face while his eyes were closed. He was very handsome. His skin was very tan. His hair was blond and matted against his head. I had to fight the urge not to run my figures through his hair to smooth it down.

"OK...Jeremy. What's up?" His eyes flew open and he stared at me for a few moments. His chocolate brown eyes staring into my blue ones. He pulled his arms out from under his covers. Both arms were covered in heavy casts from just above his elbows to just above his knuckles.

"I have to take a piss, and I can't with these damn casts on!" Oh! "Well, all you have to do is ask..." I tried to joke, but the words came out strange and not funny at all.

I noticed the red tint covering his cheeks again. "Well, I was afraid that bitch was going to come in here and try to grope me again." I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Ginny groping anyone.

"Come on now, Jeremy. You know she is a harmless old woman." Actually, she was neither harmless or old, but I guess when you are a helpless 21 year old guy, she can be quite scary.

Jeremy let out a loud gasp. "Are you kidding me? She tried sticking her figure in my ass...." He trailed off in obvious embarrassment. I grabbed his chart at the foot of the bed, and I quickly scanned it. "She was checking your temperature, Jeremy. We have to get at least one rectal temp. when you first come in here."

His face screwed up in and obvious disgruntlement, "Are you taking HER side?" I couldn't help but smile back at his facial expression. "I am not taking any ones side. Now, do I have permission to help you go to the bathroom, or do you want to pee the bed."

I was rewarded with his cheeks turning red again. I was starting to enjoy teasing him, making him blush. He laid his head back against the pillows and screwed his eyes tightly together. "Go ahead..." I love a man who so willingly gives up!

I slowly pulled the covers back from his body. I realized he had no shirt on. They probably couldn't get one over his casts. I delighted in his naked chest. He was in very good shape. His stomach muscles clearly defined. Being a blond, I could barely make out the fine tuft of hair running down his chest and stomach. I had to will my hand not to reach out and touch him. I wondered if his hair was soft as down or scratchy and course.

I pulled the covers further down, and I had to bite my lower lip when I realized he wasn't wearing anything on his bottom half either. I rolled the covers down to his knees. His legs were burned and covered in thick, white bandages. I swallowed hard when I saw his dick laying across his thigh. He wasn't hard sexually, and his member looked so innocent with the white bandage as a back drop.

So far, Jeremy had managed to squeeze a urinal bottle between his legs, but he was unsuccessful in putting his dick in the bottle. I wrapped my right hand around the head of his member. It was so warm and velvety smooth, I had to fight the urge to just put it in my mouth and suck on it.

I placed the head of his dick in the urinal bottle, "O.K. All systems are a go..." I searched his face. He still had his eyes shut and his face was an emotionless blank. I looked back towards where my hand was covering his dick. Normally, I would wear gloves, but for some reason, I didn't put any on. I wanted to feel him. Normally, I would just pop the guy's dick in the urinal, cover him up and leave...wait for him to tell me he was done. I couldn't with Jeremy. I wanted to hold his dick and watch him while he took a piss.

"I...I...I can't." He half moaned, half sobbed at me. I should just leave. I should let him have his privacy. A thousand text book procedures are running through my head, lawsuits, and the fact I could lose my job were running through my head as well.

I ran my left hand up his thigh, and I rested it right above his pubic hair. I knew I was caressing him. I didn't really want to cross that line with him, but I couldn't stop myself. His eyes flew open in surprise. I pushed down on his lower stomach until I felt his bladder. He let out a low moan, and I felt him getting hard in my hand.

He eyes searched mine....questioning, wondering. The color of his chocolate colored eyes soon turned to black with lust. Oh my god! I licked my suddenly dry lips. His eyes followed my tongue.

I continued to massage his bladder and caress his skin. I was delighted to find out the hair on his stomach was as soft as down. His eyes traveled down my body. I felt him shudder and break out in goose pimples. I realized he was looking down the front of my dress. The way I was leaning over him, he could very well see my cleavage. I felt my pussy dampen with need.

I looked back at my hand that was holding Jeremy. He was fully hard now. I couldn't help but feel myself get deliciously aroused at the sight of him. His dick was truly beautiful. I could barely wrap my fingers around its width. He was so hard I could barely fit it into the bottle.

"Come on, Jeremy. If I hold your dick any longer, you could sue me for sexual harassment." He took it as a joke, but I was being serious. I felt his muscles tighten. He let out another groan. "Oh god. It feels like I'm cumming even though I know it has to be piss."

I saw his fingers digging into the sheets and his back arched slightly. His eyes closed tightly. My eyes were fixed on the head of his dick. He let out a loan moan when the piss finally flew from the head of his dick.

He was literally panting by the time his bladder was empty. I was shaking with need. I wanted him in the worse way. I swallowed hard. I had to get control of myself. I had to!

I let go of Jeremy's hard dick. I had it bending downwards, so when I let his dick go, it took a flying leap north and slapped his stomach. His eyes flew open. "Sorry..." He shook his head. I noticed his cheeks were pink again. I didn't know if from lust or embarrassment.

I pulled the bottle from between his thighs. I covered him back up trying hard not to look in those eyes of his. "I'll have to change your bandages soon. Do you want some pain meds before I do it?" I barely heard him squeak out, "Y-yes."

I felt like a bitch but I just tore out of the room. I left him laying there hopelessly hard and utterly helpless. I practically ran to the nurse's desk with the bottle of urine in my hand. I laid the bottle on the desk, and I pulled my nurse's key from my pocket.

My hands were shaking so bad I couldn't open the narcotics room. "Come on, damn it." I muttered to myself. Finally, after the 3rd try, I slid the key in the lock, and I tore open the door.

The moment the door latched behind me, I pulled my dress up over my hips. I tore at my panties like a bitch in heat. My eager fingers slid over my clit. I was so deliciously wet, and I cried out in surprise.

I closed my eyes as my fingers danced over my pussy. I imagined myself sucking Jeremy deep in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to hear him call my name as he poured his hot cum in my mouth. I imagined him well, without casts, fucking me on my bed. I was on all fours, Jeremy fucking me from behind. He would grab my hair in his hand and pull, jerking my head up. He would ask me, "Who's my bitch? Who's my cum hungry slut?" I would scream, "I am baby," as I feel his other hand smacking my ass. My orgasm was long and intense. I had to fight hard not to scream out loud.

My breathing was rapid pants as I leaned against the med room door trying hard to fight for control. I was the nurse on duty. I had patients to see. I prepared Jeremy's pain shot with shaking fingers. "Oh my gosh, Jennifer, pull it together!"

I left the med room, and I picked up the urinal bottle off of the desk. I walked half way down the hall to the restroom. I emptied the bottle into the toilet. I washed my hands in the sink, and I stared at myself in the mirror. I was still shaking with need. I was very upset with myself. I had never lost control like this...never! I don't know what it was about Jeremy. I closed my eyes. I could clearly see him in my mind's eye. His tousled blond hair, his sexy brown eyes. Oh, how I wanted to walk across the hallway and fuck his brains out!

I glanced at my watch and realized it was closing in on 4 a.m at that point. I briskly walked back to Jeremy's room. I pulled the curtain back. "Hello, again! I have your shot!" I tried to be friendly and pretend nothing was amiss. Unfortunately, my voice came out in a fake sing song voice.

Jeremy was staring at the ceiling. I assumed he was pretending nothing had happened either. "I am going to have you roll on your side. I will give you your shot in your bottom." Jeremy rolled on his side without so much as a glance in my direction.

I had to hold my breath when he rolled over, otherwise, I would have let out a moan of pure sexual frustration. Never before had I been so lust filled gazing at someone's back, but with Jeremy's back, I was amazed at his pure perfection. Sure, he had small cuts and scraps on his back from his accident, but I knew once they healed, his body would be beautiful.

His skin was tanned, and I could clearly see the muscles in his back. It took all of my will power not to just crawl in bed beside him and lick and nibble his back. I wanted to take his perfect little ass in my hands and kiss and nibble those perfect, round cheeks.

Jeremy stirred and look at me over his shoulder. I snapped back to realty when I realized I had been staring at his body. I put my hand on his hip marveling at the texture of his skin. "OK. Your going to feel a slight pinch and then some burning." I gave him the shot, and he didn't even flinch.

I had him roll back on his back while I put the needle in the sharps container. I then gathered up all the new bandages, saline, and tape to re-wrap his legs. I pulled the covers back down to his knees. I was surprised and slightly disappointed his cock had deflated.

I held up my scissors, and I started to cut away the old bandages. While I worked, I asked him about the accident. He said, "It was the dumbest thing really. My friend, Derek, and I were out clubbing. We had too much to drink, but, we've done it a hundred times already...My head was killing me....so, I told Derek to drive, ya know? I sort of passed out after that, but the next thing I know, I am being picked up by the ambulance. They said Derek hit a telephone pole. Luckily, nobody but us got hurt. Derek walked away with only a broken finger. I got the brunt force of the pole. I got pinned in the car and the dash board caught fire. I am kinda glad I don't remember that part."

I could tell the medicine was working because Jeremy started to get sleepy and his voice got slurry. We talked the whole time I worked on his bandages. For some reason, I was really starting to like this guy. I was also very happy when I saw the extent of his damage. He was burned, and yes, he would be scared for life. However, the extent of his damage was minimal. He was also very lucky it didn't burn his dick off!

I finished up his legs and I told him to get some rest. He smiled a half smile that broke my heart into a million pieces. I felt awful for taking advantage of him while he slept, but I finally stole the nerve to smooth his hair down. His hair was just as soft and silky as the hair on his stomach.

When I walked back down the hall, I ran right into Dr. Fisher. I really despise the man. He thinks he is God's gift to this hospital, and it doesn't help 3/4 of the nurse's agree. "Ahhh...my favorite nurse. What's the scoop?"