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Cliff drained himself and fell limp on top of her. "God, God, what a fuck," he whined.

Sarah held him tight with her legs, still moving, still in the throes of orgasm. She knew he would grow soft and shrivel all too soon, yet continued to let her cunt suck hungrily on his wonderful prick filling her passionate cunt hole. She finally sighed with contentment, and let her legs fall from his back.

"Jesus, Sarah, that was the best fuck I ever had," Cliff said.

"Me too," Sarah said.

Cliff raised up, milling his shrinking cock from her cunt. "You're not kidding?" he said.

"No way," Sarah said. "I never came so good before in all my life."

Cliff got two cigarettes from his clothing and lit them. He handed one to Sarah and lay down beside her. "No kidding, honey, you're the best fuck I've ever had."

Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep drag. She let the smoke ooze from her lips, feeling completely fucked for the first time in her life. She felt so good, so completely at ease. She'd had three men now, if you could call Barry a man, and it just seemed to get better and better. And she didn't feel guilty. Fucking was too good to feel guilty about. Her mother was full of shit and her poor daddy had probably never had a good piece of ass in his life. He was a good daddy and deserved a good piece of ass at least once. She wondered if he would ever get it.

Tonight had been an experiment, a completely successful experiment, to sec if she could fuck with the first man who came along and enjoy it. She sure could, she knew that, fucking with the patients should have told her that. She was amazed at how loose she had become and how easy it was to rationalize a quick fuck with a man she hardly knew. She took another deep drag on her cigarette and sat up.

"We'd better be getting back to our duties."

When she got back to her station, fat Edna was sound asleep. Sarah snuffed out her cigarette and went to check on the patients.

Sarah spent the weekend listening to her mother drone on about one dull thing after another. Half listening, actually, since her thoughts were on her exciting fuck with the young intern, Cliff.

You're nothing but a pious pile of shit, Mother, she thought, after a particularly drawn out tirade against the morals of the younger generation. She smiled broadly.

"What so funny?" her mother asked sharply.

"Oh, nothing. I just felt like smiling," Sarah said.

"You young people's heads are in the clouds. No concern for anything of value," her mother snapped.

She went through the weekend and the first two days of work feeling like she was in a prison. She felt restless, in the need for excitement, so when Elaine Emerson asked her to go to a party, she quickly weed.

"Oh wait," she said, remembering her standing date with Barry for Wednesday nights. "I don't know if I can. I think I have a date."

"Don't worry about it, dear," Elaine said.

"But I want to go with you, Elaine. Can I let you know a little later?"

"If you like," Elaine said. She lit a cigarette, let the blue smoke slide from her nose, and walked away.

Sarah had mixed emotions. She resented the way Elaine had acted, but she wanted to go to the party, anyway. Elaine was the ward snob and it was a compliment for her to ask you anything. She deeply admired Elaine for her perfection, even though she envied the woman's classic beauty and perfect figure and hated her haughty manner. She hated herself, too, for wanting to go. As always, when she had a problem, she went to her friend Ruth.

"Sarah, I really don't think you should go anywhere with Elaine," Ruth said.

"Why not?" Sarah said, suddenly determined to so.

"Well, I just don't think you should."

"That's no reason. You're probably jealous."

"Come off it, sweetie, I don't have to be jealous of anybody," Ruth snapped. "If you've already made up your mind, why did you ask me?"

"I'm sorry, Ruth, I didn't mean it. I just want to go, that's all. I can't go, anyway. It's Wednesday and I always go out with Barry on Wednesday, not that we go anywhere." Somehow going to his apartment for their quick fuck didn't seem as exciting as it used to.

"Honey, if you want to go so damn bad, break the Goddamn date with Barry and go," Ruth said, completely reversing herself. "You need the experience and besides, he's just a fucking wimp, anyway."

"Oh, Ruth, I can't. And don't talk about Barry that way. After all, we are almost engaged."

"Sure you can break it, honey. That little prick doesn't deserve you and besides, he's not man enough to satisfy you, or won't be once you learn the score."

"I know the score," Sarah said.

"Sure you do, honey. Wear your uniform to the party. Men dig a uniform, it makes them horny."

"Oh, Ruth," Sarah said, blushing.

"See how naive you are, baby girl? You've got to get away from your mommy and daddy. I have a gorgeous apartment with an extra bedroom all ready for you to move into."

Sarah called Barry and told him she had to work an extra shift. It made her angry when he didn't sound as disappointed as she thought he should. She slammed down the phone, determined to have a ball at Elaine's party. It irked her, too, that Ruth was so possessive.

The party turned out to be a dull, socialite affair where the women were haughty bitches and the men stuffed shirts. Everyone was older than Sarah.

They paid a lot of attention to Elaine, but completely ignored Sarah.

They didn't wear their uniforms, but Sarah wished they had. Her clothes appeared shabby and out of place. Compared to the exquisite Elaine, she felt like an ugly duckling, at least at first.

Sarah spent much of the evening sitting alone, feeling miserable, while Elaine flitted from group to group, talking, laughing and drinking. It was after ten o'clock when Sarah noticed how drunk Elaine was getting.

Elaine staggered over to Sarah, leaned heavily on Sarah's chair for support, and said, "Mmmmm gettin' drunk, honey?"

Sarah almost laughed out loud. "You sure are, you haughty bitch," she said, then quickly added, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"No, you're right. I am a haughty bitch and you had a terrible time tonight. And I did, too. I'm too drunk to drive and I want to go home. Will you drive me?"

"How will I get home?"

"You can stay with me."

"I can't do that. My mom would flip if I don't get home."

"Call her, tell her you're stayin' with me."

"Goddamn, I said I have to go home," Sarah said and got to her feet.

"Awwwwww, honey, don't get mad. You can take my car. My husband can bring me to work tomorrow."

Sarah agreed and they left the party, Elaine leaning heavily on her companion, more so than Sarah thought was necessary. In the car, Elaine sat close to Sarah.

"It's a big seat, Elaine, slide over and give me some room," Sarah said. She looked at Elaine. "Your silver frosted hair is a mess, Elaine. You're a mess. You aren't so elegant now, you're drunk, you're a sloppy drunk."

Elaine slid over and started blubbering. "Don't be mean, Sarah. You're too beautiful to be mean."

"I feel mean, not beautiful," Sarah snapped. "Now stay on your side and tell me how to get to your damn house."

Elaine gave her the directions and then sniffled all the way.

Geez, Sarah thought, what a phony cunt. Maybe this is why Ruth didn't want me to go with her. Oh well, live and learn.

Elaine's home was big with a huge, beautifully landscaped yard. Sarah pulled to a stop in the wide driveway and left the motor running.

"Come in and have a drink with me," Elaine said.

"No, you've had too much already and I have to get home," Sarah answered curtly.

"I'm better now and it isn't late." She held her watch to the dash. "Not even eleven o'clock. My husband isn't home and I hate to go into a dark, empty house alone. Please, Sarah, just one for the road."