Mark Carver - The nurse_s hot itch

Reluctantly, Cindy began dressing, her plump curves bringing a tingle to Carol's lips. "Tomorrow night?" Cindy asked eagerly. "Same time, same station, same fun?"

"We'll see, darling."

"Isn't there anything I can do for you?" Cindy begged.

"I'll think about it," Carol replied, a faint idea stirring in the back of her mind. After a long, passionate goodbye kiss, Cindy's sexy figure went through the doorway. And Carol closed it with a deep sigh. Still naked, she sat at the kitchen table with a half-gallon of wine. She drank in rapid gulps, smoldering savagely, tears of rage in her eyes.

She was so damned sure Cindy was the one! Sweet yes, deliciously exciting, a thrilling conquest she'd never forget. But the adorable blonde still couldn't make her come.

And now how did she get rid of a sexy little eighteen-year-old who wanted to cling to her desperately? It served her right for turning her cherry on. Risky, very risky playing around with anyone that age, much less a girl in a small town. Suppose Cindy started following her around, like a puppy? Or began acting weird in front of her parents? Or a hundred alarming possibilities began whirling in Carol's half-drunk mind, frightening her.

And all the while the boiling knot of frustration in her pounding loins churned and twisted and seethed, demanding its long overdue climax, its violent release.

Carol refilled her glass with shaking fingers. Her mind was starting to teeter perilously under the hot, relentless inner pressure. She felt as if she were clinging to the edge of a cliff by her fingernails, slipping, sliding, frantically trying to dig in for just a little longer.

Her mind could go any day now. She knew it, felt it in every jarred nerve of her sleek, naked flesh, sensed her shattering control was hanging on by a last, desperate thread.

Any day now, any hour now, any moment now…

The hospital called Carol the next morning, telling her she could start working the day-shift the following day. Cindy came by three times that day, but Carol managed to shoo her away without, she hoped, hurting her feelings too much. She told her she still had unpacked bags to put away and a thousand things to do, which was true.

The sultry nurse was powerfully tempted by the passionate plea in the eighteen-year-old's smoldering blue eyes. After all, she'd had a wild, feverish time with the luscious creature, and Carol deliberately hadn't brushed her teeth this morning so the taste of the blonde's pussy-honey still lingered in her mouth, remind her of every hot detail. But Carol had to be cool and practical. Starting a frenzied affair with Cindy would not only increase the danger of somehow having it come out – it was a small town and an even smaller, sharp-eyed neighborhood – but would put a cramp in the nurse's time.

Every hour was precious to her now, every passing minute. Each new piece of action was a soaring new hope, and Cindy had her chance. That afternoon, here was a timid knock on her door and Carol went to it wearily, cursing herself for the fiftieth time for ever eating Cindy's hot little pussy. She was framing another excuse for the blonde when she opened the door. Her eyes widened on a handsome, clean-cut boy of eighteen or so.

"Yes?" Automatically Carol glanced at his crotch. There was a big bulge in his tight Levi's. Yes!

"I'm, uh, my name is Jimmy. I'm Cindy's boyfriend, Miss Parsons. Can I, uh, talk to your for a minute?"

Oh shit! Carol thought furiously. Now she's gone and done it, probably spilled everything to him. Carol hid her alarm, smiling warmly. "Sure, Jimmy, come on in."

He stepped in her living room awkwardly, while Carol settled on the sofa and patted the seat beside her. To hell with the preliminaries, she decided. Time was running out and desperation had a funny way of putting things in perspective. He sat beside her, facing her, black-haired and brown-eyed with a serious, intelligent face. Just another nice, small-town kid like Cindy, Carol thought, the kind who got married at eighteen and lived here forever. The idea sounded so peaceful to her tormented mind and flesh. But now Carol knew instinctively Cindy would never marry him. She'd changed all that with her greedy fingers and mouth.

"Loosen up," Carol suggested, squirming her ass on the sofa as if to settle it, but actually riding her dress up so her lush, creamy thighs were obvious. "It can't be all that bad, Jimmy."

He grinned. "Yeah, I guess I'm uptight about Cindy. She's-she's acting weird, Miss Parsons." He frowned, searching for words. "I mean, she burst into tears while I talked to her on the phone. Then when I came to see her, all she talked about was you, nothing but you."

"Oh?" Carol lit a cigarette with trembling fingers. "What did she say about me?"

He shrugged. "She said you were beautiful and wonderful, she'd never met anyone like you. And that I was a dummy and she didn't want to see me again. She slammed the door in my face. I thought maybe you could help me figure out what's going on. I mean, Cindy is so different since yesterday." Carol let out her breath. So she hadn't talked!

Yet. She'd have to tackle the girl with a whole new strategy before she let the whole fucking town know what had happened. If she hadn't already…

"I think I can help you, Jimmy," the nurse said soothingly, putting a hand on his thigh and squeezing. His cock would be huge and eager hard, his jism thick and creamy and gushing in massive torrents. He could be the one! In Carol's desperate mind, anyone from the mailman to a passing stranger could deliver her from her throbbing torture.

"First," she began smoothly, watching his eyes dart to her ripe tits and exposed silky thighs, "Cindy is at a very impressionable age. Her emotions are in a tempest right now. You can discard whatever she says or does for the next few days or weeks. She'll come to her senses."

He sighed with relief. "You think so, really?"

Carol nodded solemnly. Now for the pitch.

"But she did tell me a few things about you, Jimmy, upsetting things, frankly. About your behavior."

He looked stunned. "Christ, I haven't done anything to her, Miss Parsons, honest."

"You don't really understand the female mind." Her hand slid up his thigh gently, closer to his big bulge. Easy now. "Cindy loves you, of course, but you've been pushing her too hard sexually. A girl doesn't like to be pawed or wrestled with, she's not a football player, you know. A girl wants to be seduced, by someone who knows what it's all about. Especially if she's a virgin, like Cindy. She wants someone who will treat her gently, someone with experience. Now be honest with me, Jimmy, how experienced are you?"

His face reddened. Her fingers were creeping to within an inch of his bulging prick, and the throbbing in her hot cunt was becoming fierce again. Easy!

"I – well, I've had a couple girls to be honest," he said. He licked his lips, his eyes burning on her softly panting tits, on the milk-white cleavage above the V-neck of her thin dress. Her nipples were gorged with passion, jutting out ripely.

"That's not the sort of experience I mean," Carol said huskily. "You've got to know how to arouse a girl, Jimmy, how to lift her to fantastic heights of excitement, how to give her the most unforgettable time of her life. Would you like to know how?"

His face was almost crimson now and his cock was quivering in his tight pants. "Yes, hell yes!"

Leaning close to him, she put her hand on his bulge and squeezed, trembling at the heat and size. "I can't tell you but I can show you, Jimmy. It'll be our secret so Cindy will never know. All right?"

He nodded eagerly, his breathing rapid. Carol flicked her tongue in his ear and he shivered. "Take off your pants," she whispered. "Take off everything, Jimmy."