Nurse Nancy Misbehaves

Chapter One-2

“Well, as long as you behave yourself,” she finally relented, moving closer. “Just turn around and keep your hands to yourself.”

“Oh, babe, I’ll do anything you say,” he said, scrambling around the bed.

“Then don’t call me ‘babe’!

“No?”

“No!” she gave his shoulder a meaningful tap.

“Promise, honey, I’ll be good as gold.”

“Promise, honey, my eye. You’re a scoundrel and that will never change!”

Nancy’s fingers worked their way into the hard muscle of Johnny’s shoulders. Ah! How his bare skin breathed with lust. It wasn’t seconds before she realized the feelings eating at her p***y. Oh, lord! she thought. “Just like old times!”

The situation might have become more serious, but she managed to escape the worst of it when she was called out of the room.

The next day… a repeat of the day before.

Oh, why is Dr. Lyman keeping Johnny in the hospital? Nancy wondered unhappily. He seems perfectly healthy to me!

Again, he begged her with his big, brown, soulful eyes, and she was trapped, massaging his shoulders, while her mind raced to erotic thoughts, and her body responded with anxious desire

“You know, you never change, Johnny Toliver!” she exclaimed.

“I’m still waiting for you, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe!” she said. She worked her fingers deep into his thick muscles, while trying to ignore the delicious sweep of s****l energy rolling through her like a gigantic ocean swell. Her p***y tightened as if she had his d**k inside it and her belly began to spasm. She jerked her hands away. “What are you doing to me!” she gasped.

“Nothing, sweetheart, nothing…” He turned and stared her down, making it impossible for her to look away. “But look at you.”

“What do you mean, look at me?”

“You’re all flushed.”

“I am not!”

“I know a horny woman when I see one.”

“I am not horny.”

“Sure you are. Let me prove it.” Before Nancy could react, Johnny pulled her toward him, spun her around and pinned her to the mattress.

“What are you doing!” she spit out at him in her loudest whisper.

“Shush!” he quietly returned. “Let’s just say I’m making up for lost time.”

Her dress was nearly unbuttoned to the waist. How did that happen? And his hands were searching inside, finding a handful of tit to squeeze.

“Ooo, you are a terrible man.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, yes you are.” But her willpower was almost spent. She felt trapped, not so much by his strength but by the savage desire for f*****g. Their legs scissored and his knee pushed into her crotch.

“We shouldn’t be… No, please, I could get in… Oh, honey, that feels so,” she gasped in sensuous, breathy whisper.

“Get in trouble? You really aren’t concerned about that, are you?” He covered her mouth with his for their first kiss, so she couldn’t answer the question.

“Oh, gawd!” she exclaimed when she broke free of him, but then she went right back for more. Her hands eagerly drew his face to hers and her hips ground into his bare skin; while she felt the biggest c**k in the senior class begin to swell against her tummy.

He reached under her dress, and snaked his finger under the elastic of her thong panty. “I knew you’d be available,” he purred, lapping her earlobe at the same time. He ran his tongue down her neck, and when he nibbled her throat with tiny bites, she was gone—too far-gone to bring her body back to reality. Her legs widened, allowing that big d**k to move urgently inside her slippery channel.

“Oh, my, yes,” she whispered repeatedly, as she raised her hips to greet his and the f*****g began. “Lord in heaven!” Twenty years of s****l yearning burst free in fifteen minutes of sparkling exhilaration, her desire for revenge dwindled into nothing. With Johnny Toliver slamming his erection deep into Nancy’s tightly grabbing hole, the end was in sight. All her erotic womanly charms worked their magic, while he worked his magic on the sexy nurse. “You nasty man!” she exclaimed—forgetting the fuss she might create in the silence of the hospital. Her p***y bore down on Johnny’s shaft and he came, grunting—though not as loudly as he might have elsewhere. Afterwards, the two lay in a tangled, sweaty heap, until Nancy suddenly got her wits about her and jumped from the bed.

“Lord have mercy on me! You can’t do that again!” she exclaimed, while she hurriedly adjusted her clothes.

“Oh, yes we can, darlin’” Johnny looked up at her grinning.

Their mingled juices were oozing from her crotch and soaking her panties. She was still breathing hard. And yet, her efforts to throttle her desire weren’t working. She still wanted him bad!

“How about a date, after I get out of here?” he asked.

“Oh, Johnny Toliver, you always mean trouble,” she sassed, because she had to be at least a little indignant. Otherwise, she was quite exuberant, her body still vibrating rapturous and gleeful. “But I gotta go now.”

“Go then,” he ended it with a self-satisfied smile.

***

“What am I going to do?” Nancy asked Meg, as the two nurses were sipping cokes in the nurse’s lounge.

“About Johnny Toliver?”

“Yes, about Johnny Toliver. Haven’t you been listening?”

“Of course, I’ve been listening, and I think you should give in. Face it; you’ve been wanting him for years.” She paused meaningfully. “But I would keep the f*****g to his apartment or yours.” Her eyes were quite merry and full of mischief. This was hardly like Meg Damien, who was normally prone to a nagging negative gloom. Lately however, the pretty redhead had her head in the clouds, all because of Dr. Merriman. The much older man had changed the young nurse’s disposition a hundred and eighty degrees.

“That’s easy for you to say.”

“It does no good to repress your s****l desires.”

“Oh, and you’re an expert on that after a few months with the great Doctor? You, who wouldn’t even give a kiss away six months ago?”

“Yes,” she affirmed, “I’m quite an expert in repressed s****l desires… and how to free them!”

Meg’s round face shined and as her pink lips pursed cutely. She’d become quite a sensuous little thing with this new relationship. Her lush round body oozed with a sexuality she’d never had before. People noticed; the transformation was evident to almost anyone that knew her. Most obvious, she stopped hiding her body behind the shroud of a formless uniform. Her firm breasts and curves now spilled from her more traditional and more womanly nurse’s uniforms. She’d become quite the talk of the hospital—taking the heat off Nancy, who’d always been considered an unabashed sexpot. When Meg suddenly took on a completely new persona, no one could quite figure out exactly what had happened to the very shy young woman. She still maintained the demure sweetness she’d been known for, but her whole being seemed to glow, dispelling the shadow that had always made her a bit grim to be around.

Nancy wasn’t convinced the cure for Meg’s woes would last. The enigmatic Dr. Avery Merriman seemed to have a real grip on Meg in every aspect of her life—but how long could that last? He was overpowering, demanding, and sometimes not very nice to her. Nancy, who liked to maintain some control in her relationships, couldn’t understand what attracted Meg to the aging physician. But still, her friend seemed perfectly happy to give her every waking moment to this man of her dreams. Maybe for Meg that was okay.

“So, you think you’re free of your repressed s****l desires?” Nancy wanted clarification.

“No, not free of them, but free to pursue them.”

“I see.” Nancy wanted to pry more, and probably would have, but not in the nurse’s lounge where there were ears ready to eavesdrop on any lurid details. “Well, I have to say, you have changed. But I can’t see what that would have to do with Johnny Toliver and me.”

“Humm, maybe, just maybe Johnny Toliver is the right man for you and that’s why you’ve put him off. He scares you!”

“Oh, cripes! That’s silly. He may turn me on, but scare me? Never!”

“Oh well, I just thought…” she said, a bit listlessly, as if her mind had drifted away.

“And I just think we’d better get back to our stations before Nurse Ratchet reports us!”

Nurse Ratchet was actually Nurse Mildred Hightower. She’d been working at Fairhaven for nearly thirty years, and was still going strong as ever—a fit, regimental, by-the-book administrator, who’d earned her nickname a hundred times over. The worst of it—like her movie counterpart—she was sickly pleasant in a modulated sort of way that made everyone cringe. But then, she did keep her nurses on their toes and that was exactly the way the hospital board wanted it.

“You’re right, I don’t need her reporting me to Avery.” She looked a little scared, but a little excited, too, which only made Nancy more baffled.

***

Nancy and Johnny had s*x two more times before he was released from the hospital. By the last incident, she’s given up any hope of repelling his advances—she was putty in his hands. She lost a spirited battle the second time he came on to her and she gave him blowjob—she was on the rag, or he would have had her p***y too. The third time… she spent the early evening avoiding Johnny’s room, keeping herself busy in other areas of the floor. But she couldn’t ignore him forever; there was the tray of bedtime meds to dispense. The closer she got to his room, the more her body seemed to switch into high gear. Her face was flushed, her heart pounding, and the fire in her crotch became so hot she thought she’d burn up if she they didn’t have s*x. She wanted him. Wanted him badly.

“You’ve got to be quieter,” she said in a hushed voice, as she entered his private room and closed the door behind her. She drew the drape around his bed and began to strip away her dress.

“Oh, my, what do have here? The little slut I always knew you were?”

“Shush, just f**k me,” she purred again, as she wiggled her way out of the dress and pushed her breasts toward his face. Pulling her bra down to her waist, she presented the round orbs to his waiting lips; her naked n*****s were proudly erect. Johnny mauled her t**s with both hands, and left hickeys from a dozen love bites. Nancy’s p***y started to spasm; she needed his c**k for the rest. With Johnny rock hard in seconds and sticking straight up through his hospital gown, there was no discussion necessary. She climbed on, wrapping her legs around his waist, kissed his face, scratched his back, and finally pushed him over, where she rode him to the finish with her sassy behind bobbing like a cork on choppy water.

“You breathing okay?” she finally gasped, when she resurfaced from her s****l stupor.

“Oh, just fine. I’m breathing just fine,” Johnny was quick to say, eyes lit like fireflies. “You’re the best medicine, Nurse Nancy.”

She sighed. “Good. I’d hate for you to have a relapse.”

“But if I had a relapse, I could stay here.”

“No, you can’t stay here,” she pulled off his groin, her p***y dripping. “I’d get myself in a shitload of trouble, and that I don’t need. I am proving myself to my father, and I don’t need you messing things up.”

“I thought you kinda liked me now.” His eyes were big and dreamy.

“Well, I do,” she softened just a little. “But just not here.” Pulling her dress over hips, she buttoned it quickly and slipped back into her shoes, which had fallen to the side of the bed.

“So, how about I call you next week?”

“A date?” She was actually smiling now.

“’bout time, don’t ya think?”

“Humm, maybe you’re right.” For the first time ever, she let him get under her skin and the feeling was like a warm breath of sensuous air. Maybe what Meg said was right… she shouldn’t repress what she really felt.