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From: Ron Garret <rongarret2000-assm@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} New Years Resolutions (mf rom teen funny)
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 23:10:04 -0500
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This is my first posting, and story, in a long, long, long time.  Most 
of my stories pre-date the assm group, and date back to the old days of 
Fido.  (Hi dinos!)

I am not sure what caused this story, what was the inspiration, or what. 
I just started writing, and this is what came out.

As I don't control the USENET, and certainly don't control who reads it, 
I request that you don't read it if you shouldn't be reading it.  Like 
that would have stopped me at that age.

This text is copyright 2003 by Ron Garrret and may not be archived on 
any system aside from the assm archive for the specified period as 
defined in the headers.  It may not be re-posted except in its entirety 
with this notice intact and unmodified.  It may not be displayed nor 
linked to by any commercial service without prior permission secured in 
writing with a valid contract.

I welcome comments, but I'm not looking for partners.

Most of all, I hope you enjoy the work.

---

The following story starts out slow, this is the first of I don't know 
how many parts, and it is a story in its raw form.  I have not gone 
through and re-edited the story, and I expect that there will be 
continutity errors as well as the occational just all around goof.  Yes, 
I'd love to hear about these errors so I can squash them.

There is very little sex in the story so far, but future additions 
should include more.  I'm not sure if I'll be adding to this story 
first, or writing something compeltely different, or not writing at all.  
The muse shall do as it wills.  Anyway, without further boredom, I 
present:

     New Years Resolutions
                                  By Ron Garret
---

I was on the bus, heading over to Josh's house, my book bag full of what 
someone at first glance might take to be text books and accompanying 
work books.  Had they glimpsed the bag of dice, they might have assumed 
that it was some small treasure from a girlfriend that I kept in a 
velvet bag.  Having but a couple kisses under my belt, they would have 
been about as wrong as possible.

My stop was coming up, I yanked on the cable, signaling the desire to 
get off the bus.  I knew the driver from my many trips to Josh's house, 
and it has become a bit of a game.  Each time, it seemed, I'd be forced 
to pull the cable earlier, else the driver would drive by my stop.  But 
there were rules to the game, rules that were never written.  If I 
pulled it, in the driver's opinion, too early, I ended up with the bus 
stopping blocks before.

Today, I must have picked the right moment, for the bus pulled over at 
the proper place and I went to the back door, pushing the bar and 
stepped out onto the curb.  My foot had barely left the bottom step 
before the bus started to pull away, nearly sucking me into traffic.  
Such things happen to someone who's hard pressed to tip the scales at 
125 pounds.

I sighed, shifted the heavy bag over my shoulder, and started walking.  
Josh's house was half way up a very long block, a block that by the time 
it was done gained at least 300 feet.

The day was practicing for the big event in six days, pretending it was 
a picture postcard.  Sunlight was sharp, shadows were sharp, and the 
blue sky was tainted just properly with a few stray puffs of white.  Any 
other place in the country, people would be stumbling out to take in the 
miracle of the weather, here - well, it was just another day.

A few steps up and onto the path to the door, my finger going to the 
button to the side, pushing it twice, stood back, waited a moment, then 
smiled as Josh opened the door and said, "Christmas sucked."

He grinned.  "You didn't get to kiss her then, huh?"

"No," I replied with a dramatic heavy sigh, "I didn't."

He opened the door, stepped to the side, and waved me in, "come in, oh 
ye faithful member of the club of losers..." he intoned in a somber 
voice.

It was a joke..  I was a joke.  I held my head high, and entered his 
home, and was immediately clobbered by the only woman who could possibly 
be described as my girlfriend - after all, she never shied from touching 
me, nor was there a moment when she would deny me her tongue.  Her 
movements were perfectly timed, I had the leading foot up in the air, 
the heavy bag on my shoulder.. I was balanced, just waiting to be tipped 
over.

The bag was about the only thing that saved me from having a huge bump 
atop my head, the rest of me cushioned the floor from her leap.  Her big 
red tongue lapped at my face, Josh enjoyed a good laugh at my expense, 
and I smiled painfully at the huge black lab.  "Hi Princess."

Josh walked away from the open front door, probably figuring it was 
better to leave it open rather than trying to close it through my head.  
"I got the new module, you want to start reading it?" he asked casually 
as he wandered through the cavernous house.  I heard the fridge open and 
close, so did Princess.  Her paws made rather loud clacking noises as 
she took off at full speed.  Ahh shit, can't even hold the attention of 
the only woman in my life.

I pulled myself together, got the door closed, dumped the heavy bag on 
the couch, and went to the kitchen.  "No," I said as I entered.  "I just 
thought we might hang out or something instead."  Confusion played 
across Josh's face for a moment, which was quickly replaced by a wide 
smile.

"Ahh, come on, Ron -- You didn't think that anything was going to 
happen, why beat yourself up over it?"

 From one virgin to another...  "Why not," I replied, my tone bitter.  
Ok, the whole thing was stupid.  I was fifteen, I made my new year's 
resolution, and in six days, time would run out, and I had zero 
possibilities.  I'll be sixteen and still a virgin.

"Oh, come on, Ron..  You gotta talk to girls before you can have sex, 
you know..."

Bah, he had gotten some, damn it.  No, take that back, gotten it all.  
Even a fucking blow job in his bed.  "You're right, Josh, I shouldn't 
beat myself over it..  But who else is going to do it?  There's just me 
and Rosey Palms, and her five sisters."

Josh just shrugged and drank the glass of milk he poured for himself, 
Princess happily lifted her leg and chased a flea, and I just sighed.  
"Let's go to the mall," I suggested.  "I got some Christmas presents to 
buy."

"Bit late for that, isn't it?" asked Josh as he washed out the glass in 
the sink.

"Relatives gave money instead of presents," I replied, fishing out my 
wallet.  The bulge of it was much better than what I'd display in my 
underwear.  "I was thinking of getting a VCR and some tapes.."

Josh's expression went wandering through a few phases, and finally 
settled on perplexed surprise.  "No Way," he stated in frank disbelief.  
You'd think I'd have told him that I got to first base or something.

"Yup, and maybe a computer as well."

Josh's father worked as a defense department consultant.  A family of 
seven could use his house and not think about remodeling if there was a 
bun in the old oven.  There was just him and his father - his brother 
lived with his mom.  Josh would, if he desired, likely be able to get 
any of the above mentioned items simply by asking and coming up with a 
vaguely good reason why he had to have it.

Myself, I lived with my mother and we scraped by.  An allowance was a 
figment of my imagination.  I still had clothes in my closet that were 
hand me downs from my brother who's currently in the Army.  The concept 
that I might have such money was a completely alien one - to both of us.

"Ok," he replied, his tone still doubtful.  "I'll get my dad's keys."  
That was another oddity.  If he asked his father for a new car, the 
argument would likely resolve around what color it would be.  He walked 
out of the kitchen, and I counted my money a third time since I'd gotten 
up that morning.  Discounting the bus fare to get out there, I had a 
little over two thousand dollars in my pocket.

"Maybe the VCR will have to wait," I said, pondering to myself.  The dog 
looked up at me, did a lab smile, and wandered away.

-=-=-

I was looking at the new computer, imagining sitting on my bed, the 
keyboard in my lap, as I used the modem.  Wow, that PS/2 looked 
impressive.  The price tag did too.  Josh still had the shocked look 
that he had when I told him I was going to buy it.  The sales man was in 
the back, looking for the proper cartons.  "You sure," he asked, clearly 
still not believing I was about to buy such a thing.

"Yeah," I replied, idly wondering if I was going to be able to read at 
1200 baud.  "Can we set it up over at your house?"

"Sure!" he replied quickly enough.

"Maybe you could talk your dad into getting one for you.." I suggested 
warily.  It wouldn't hurt his pocketbook.

"Nah.." he said, looking wistful.  "Too many strings."

That was one of the puzzles about Josh.  He could ask his father for 
just about anything and get it, yet he never wanted to ask for anything, 
lest it bring the two of them closer.  It was sort of sad, really.  I 
kept my mouth shut and waited in anticipation for the salesman's return.  
And return he did, about fifteen minutes later.

"We're out," he said in surprise.  "Must have sold them all over 
Christmas."

"Well, what about this one," I asked, indicating the floor model.

"It's sold too," he said, clearly upset about missing out on the 
commission.  My purchase likely would have resulted in him having a 
pretty damn good date.

"Come on," said Josh, "let's get out of here.  We'll check some other 
places for it."

I walked out of the store with my head hung low.  I was that close to 
finally having a real computer and the fuckers ran out.  I really wasn't 
paying attention to where I was walking when Josh said, "Watch.."

He got the word 'out' out just as we sprawled on the ground, a few 
packages skittering across the floor, my hand on a breast, my face on 
the cold floor.  I whipped my hand back as if I had accidentally set it 
on fire and started sputtering out inane comments, apologizing, and red 
enough to cast a glow throughout the upper level of the mall.  Likely 
there were some on the lower level who wondered which company just 
installed a new sign.

She laughed, her long blond hair hanging across her face, as she went 
scooting around trying to prevent her lost bags from being stepped on.  
"It's ok," she said, picking up her purse and gathering all her bags, 
accepted my hand to steady herself as she stood up.  "I wasn't 
thinking.. Or rather, I wasn't watching," she said.  Ghads, what a sweet 
voice she had.

"I'm really sorry," I repeated for at least the twelfth time.

Josh, on the other hand, looked more mortified than I did, and I wasn't 
sure why.  After all, he'd been with a woman before, why should he look 
like he saw a ghost.  "Thanks for trying to warn me," I said to him, a 
touch of annoyance in my voice.  Why was he acting like that?

"Oh my gawd," the blond exclaimed behind me, and I turned around, 
wondering if I had destroyed something, and I even got out that I would 
pay for any damage.  But she wasn't looking at her purchases, or Josh 
for that matter, she was looking at me like I had a huge black widow on 
my nose.

"What?" I asked, completely confused.

"Your nose!" she said, and my eyes tried to crawl out of my head to 
examine the tip.  

I didn't see anything wrong, and my hand went up to inspect it.  That's 
when the stars exploded before my eyes.  My hand retreated quickly from 
where it had caused pain, and it was covered in blood.  I was covered in 
blood.  The floor was covered in blood.  The ceiling was the last thing 
I saw as I fainted.

-=-=-

Crinkle, crinkle..  That and a loud speaker noting that someone had a 
call was what I woke back up to.  My head hurt like hell, my nose hurt 
like hell, and my eyes were crusty, and this was before I opened them.  
When I did open them, I saw breasts barely contained by a white jacket.  
I blinked, getting some of the crusty parts in my eye, and I tried to 
blink that away, my hand coming up to help wipe the crud away, and my 
arm hurt suddenly.  And I had a hard on.

"What..?" I croaked rather confusedly.  I knew I fell, I figured parts 
would hurt, but what was that sharp pain?

The boobs told me to hush, to hold still, and stop trying to move my 
arm, though I'm still not quite sure which order that was in.  A paper 
thing was over the pillow, and I could see dried blood on it.  The boobs 
were still moving around, and I felt something slip over my arm, and 
then it cinched down tight.  "What..?" I croaked again.

"You've got an IV in your arm, you lost a lot of blood, stop moving 
around..  You're in the hospital after you had a fall.  What was the 
last thing you remembered?" the boobs asked again, her voice soft and 
gentle and sounding a lot like my sister's when I had done something 
particularly stupid.  Old, just like my sister too.

"A blond," I groggily replied, turning my head away from the boobs and 
noticing the white ceiling.  "And a ceiling," I noted as well.  "I 
walked into a girl," I continued as events caught up with me.

"What did she do?  Deck you?" asked the nurse in a wiry voice.

"Kinda," I replied, blushing suddenly as I remembered my hand landed on 
the girl's breast.  "A floor could be called a deck..  I landed on my 
face."

"And broke your nose.  But where did that bump on your noggin come from 
then?" she asked.

Wow, speak of it, and it woke up.  Pain.  Wave.  Pain.  Throb.  Echo 
from the nose.  I groaned..

"It's ok, you just lay there.  Here, let me adjust the bed, but stay on 
your back."  The nurse bent down and turned a wheel on the bed, my top 
half started rising.  As she stood up, she got a slight grin on her face 
and said with a light chuckle, "At least part of you is working just 
fine."  She turned and left the curtain enclosed area, and I turned beet 
red as I realized that my dick was tenting the sheet.

A few minutes later the doctor came in, saying, "And how are we, Mr. 
Krieger?"  I waited for my father to respond, but the doctor was looking 
at me.  "Uhh, err, I'm fine?"

"Actually," he replied, looking somber, "you're not.  It appears that 
you suffered a mild concussion as well as a broken nose."  He cleared 
his throat and continued, "There are a couple officers waiting for you 
who would like to get a statement as to who did this to you."

I hurt, I was embarrassed, and..  Well, the tone of my reply wasn't 
kind.  "You can just tell them to go away..  I walked into someone, fell 
on my face, and then fainted when I saw the blood.  Unless they're here 
to arrest me for being an idiot."

The doctor looked at me for a moment and then sighed, "That's the story 
you're sticking to, huh?"

I laughed, sort of..  It was intended as a laugh, it came out as a 
groan.  A rather pathetic groan.  "You think I could make up a run of 
bad luck like that?"

He stared at me a bit longer, a pen tapping against his leg.  "The story 
matches the one of your friends, I'll go tell the officers.  We're 
waiting for your mother to get here and admit you."  He paused again, 
"Does she know what was in your pocket?"

I was confused for a moment then remembered, my hand starting to go for 
my back pocket, but, that hand was restrained and...  "Where are my 
pants?" I asked with sudden urgency.

"The pants are in a bin under your bed, your wallet is checked in to the 
hospital depository.  How did you come by so much money, and were you 
attacked by someone trying to take it from you?"

Ghads, was this guy a doctor or a cop?  "The money was from Christmas, I 
was going to buy a computer with it, and no one but my friend knew about 
it.."  I gulped loudly and added, "And no one attacked me."  Damn, I was 
getting dizzy.

The doctor hmmed and then turned and walked out.  Great, a useless pile 
of shit is caring for me.  It was about twenty minutes before my mother 
hurried in, and she was nearly hysteric.  "What happened, how come you 
were at the mall, you look horrible, did someone attack you?"

I started to try to answer her, and instead threw up, which hurt more 
than anything else that day, and added to my general filth.  Eggs are 
not good on the return trip.  My mother went off the deep end and 
scuttled out to get a doctor, to get someone...  I didn't give a shit, I 
had throbbing pain in my head, vile tasting crap in my mouth, and ..  
Well, at least I couldn't smell myself.

I guess I passed out again for a time because I woke up to a bright, 
blinding, and fucking painful light being beamed into my eye by some 
asshole who was holding my aching head up and pushing up on my eyelid.  
"The concussion is mild," intoned the doctor after he turned off the 
pain generator.  "He's just over reacting a bit."

I heard my mother's voice and didn't quite understand what she said, but 
the doctor replied clearly.  "He'll be in for observation at least 
tonight, perhaps tomorrow night as well.  I'd like to have a few x-rays 
taken to double check for swelling tomorrow, I can make a decision then.  
He's not in danger, Mrs. Krieger."  I was trying to get my eyes to stay 
open and focus, but the room was swimming around a bit still.  "I would 
recommend as soon as he feels better that you find out who attacked him.  
Robbers like that should rot in jail..  It was like he.."

"You're a fucking idiot," I mumbled in response, interrupting his 
diatribe.  Neither heard me clearly, or wanted to hear me clearly, and 
they both looked at me in a concerned way.

"Rest," ordered my mother.  "We can talk about what happened later."

"I was...  I was dumb," I replied, stumbling around with my words a bit.  
"I walked into someone and fainted when I saw blood.  They can arrest 
the floor, that's what hit me.. Or I hit, or whatever, you know what I 
mean."  Whee, room spinning.

"You're only protecting a monster..." the doctor replied, trying to 
reason me...

"Mom, get me a fucking doctor who wants to listen to his patient," I 
spat out.  The anger hurt, a lot.  My head really started throbbing, my 
nose started throbbing, my arm started throbbing, and I tried hard not 
to close my eyes.  The spinning room was bad enough, doing it with my 
eyes closed would hurt even more.  That was the plan.  The plan was 
derailed by my blacking out yet again.

-=-=-

I re-awoke groggily to Princess giving me her normal greeting, something 
I was almost getting used to.  I have cats at home, they don't do this.  
I twitched a bit as she got near my armpit.  Usually I would have 
giggled.  The world was still a bit wobbly, and I wasn't sure why my Mom 
had me go to Josh's house..  Ugh, she was working across my nipple now, 
I raised my arm to shoo her away.  Why do they put IVs in on the 
dominant arm?  Pain, but rather dull.  Why would I have an IV at Josh's 
house?

"shhh..." said a soft voice, and in the frame of mind I was in, that was 
enough to calm me.  What, was Josh taking a picture of his dog doing 
this?  The dog started licking down my belly, and I blushed as my cock 
stirred.  Damn, Josh will never let down that his dog gave me a hard on.  
My eyes snapped open as the dog licked the head of my penis.  That was 
going a bit far.

When did Princess get blond hair? And turn all white?  It took a few 
more moments to focus in on what was happening.  The nurse smiled at me, 
touched a wet cloth across my ball sack, and then bent down and took the 
head of my cock in her mouth.  She sucked on it for a few moments, then 
swirled her tongue across the tip.  I saw stars, I groaned, I spun 
around in circles.  "If you're a good boy and don't give me any 
troubles," she said, adding a light kiss on my cock, "I'll make sure you 
leave this hospital feeling much better than when you came in."  She 
stood and leaned over me, giving me a great view of her tits, maybe an 
inch out of tongue reach.  She straightened up and wagged something 
metal, like a dog bowl at me.  "Barf in this, not your bed," she said.  
Again, the lean over, and I wished I could smell her..  "This," she said 
when she was again upright, "is what you're going to pee into at least 
for tonight.  Tomorrow you should be able to get out of bed."

I nodded dully, wondering if this was a dream..  But dreams usually 
don't come with drafts of cold air over wet areas of my cock.  She 
smiled, and pulled up the blanket and dropped a sponge into a bucket.  
It was yellow, a vivid yellow against the white and silver of the room.  
"There is a stick next to your head with a button, push it if you need 
any help.  And remember what I said about being good."  I again nodded, 
not trusting to test my voice yet.

"You have a visitor waiting, I'll stall for a few minutes so you can.."  
Her eyes flickered down to the tent in the sheet, "be restful when they 
walk in."  She started for the door, then stopped, spun around, and came 
back, pulling a blanket up over the sheet.  "That might help," she said.  
She gave me a wicked smile, licked her lips, turned and flounced out.  I 
was almost 16, which pretty means I'm a hormone waiting for an outlet.  
I was also pretty banged up, I was presentable about a minute after she 
walked out.

After a few more minutes, the door opened and in walked the blond girl 
from the mall.  I don't know why I noticed things in the order I did, 
but here it goes.  There were spots of blood in her blond hair, a couple 
on her skirt as well.  A big run was in her left leg stocking, which tit 
was it that I was touching?  Wow, those are some pretty green eyes, and 
why is she smiling at me like that?

"Hi," she said, and continued on without waiting for a response.  "Your 
Mom had just left before the nurse came in to clean you up, she said 
she'd be at Carol's house and I have her phone number if you're able to 
call, and if not, I'll call her and let her know whatever you want me to 
tell her.  Josh had to leave to go pick up his father at the airport, 
and he didn't know how long that would take, and if he would get back 
before visiting hours were out or not.  He also gave me his phone 
number..  How are you feeling?"

Information overload was what I wanted to respond, instead I said, "you 
have very pretty eyes."  The eyes in question blinked, and her entire 
face turned bright red.  A tooth came out and bit the lower lip, her 
feet shuffled a bit.  It was an awkward moment.  "I'm sorry," I said, 
and before she replied, I added, "for bumping into you.  I should have 
been walking where I was going..."

She smiled shyly..  "You already apologized, before you saw that your 
nose was all messed up and the blood was everywhere, just before you 
conked yourself on the head when you fainted."  Damn, she had a pretty 
smile to go along with those eyes.  And freckles.

I sighed, and shrugged slightly, the pain killers they must have pumped 
into me along with the residual dizziness making such a movement just 
barely possible.  "Err, why are you here?" I asked, and quickly added in 
a speed sentence, "Not that I mind, because I feel better seeing 
you..."  Oh gawd, I said that?  It was my turn again to blush.  After 
all, she already told me that she had Josh's number.  Damn, I get beat 
up, he gets the girl.  Life sucks sometimes..

"You're cute when you blush," she replied coyly.  I wasn't sure if that 
was the reason why she was here, or simply a response to my run on 
sentence.  "It's going to take your Mom a bit to get to her friend's 
house, so I shouldn't call immediately.  Is there anything I can get you 
while I wait?"  Yeah, your phone number for one, I thought.

Tip:  If you ever get a mild concussion, don't try to think up smart-
assed responses, because you tend to say them when you think you're just 
thinking them.  Read it a few times, it'll make sense some day.  She 
laughed and said, "What, you want me to write it on your nose bandage?"  
I actually remembered which hand to use, and I brought my left one up to 
check out the damage.  "Besides, Josh has it, he can give it to you when 
get out."  Damn, shame I couldn't checkout the damage to my ego.  That 
pretty much assured me that she was Josh's girl.  

"A bit of water," I requested, "and maybe dim the lights?  They're 
really bright."  Dim room, wallow in self pitty.  She smiled, nodded, 
and went out the door, leaving the lights as they were.  I stared at the 
ceiling for a time, sighing.  The door opened and in walked the nurse 
along with the girl.  The girl was holding a cup and a can of 7-up.

"There are a few rules that you'd best be aware of," stated the nurse in 
an officious tone.  "We have visiting hours in this hospital, with rare 
exceptions for immediate family.  Those visiting hours will be ending in 
two minutes.  Beyond, we do not turn off all the lights in a patient's 
room as we have to come in and check on them throughout the night.  
Especially cases where there is a head injury."  She looked at me, then 
at the girl, then back at me again.  "So your sister has an exemption to 
the hours, and the main lights can be shut off, but the one above your 
head must stay on.  Also," she said with a grin, "I will be coming in 
once an hour to check the patient.  It would be best if the patient was 
not otherwise involved when I come in.  There is a clock on the wall, I 
come in at five minutes after the hour, not before, not after."  She 
held out her hand and the soda can was passed to her along with the cup.  
"Sips only.  Not more than three sips in five minutes, if you need a 
fresh can, she knows where they are.  No ice, not until tomorrow, and 
I'm afraid no dinner either.  You'll have to just eat this," she 
finished, tapping the IV line.  "I'm going to remove your restraint on 
your right hand, make sure it is replaced before she leaves, though I 
note that the chair in the corner is very comfortable and it does 
recline."  Nodding to herself after slipping the belt on my wrist, she 
spun around and flounced out of the room once again.

I have absolutely no idea what all that meant.  My sister wasn't here, 
and I'm pretty sure that the nurse couldn't see any family resemblance 
between the two of us, and why all the stuff about when she came and 
went, I don't know, and why would the girl need to know that the chair 
was a recliner?  Perhaps reading the confusion on my face, the girl 
smiled and said, "that was her idea, because I didn't think you should 
be left alone."

Eh?  Damn, I'm going to tell Josh to keep that one and never let her go.  
"You don't have to," I responded.  "Josh usually doesn't take that long 
to get his father, and I'll call his house when I wake up in the 
morning..."

"That wouldn't do me much good, now would it?" she replied rather 
directly.  "Now, remember, sips, and I'm going to let you slide a little 
since you're probably thirsty.  Four sips."  She held the cup up to my 
lips, and I obediently sipped.  And I also resolved to only take three, 
since I really wanted that reward for being a good boy...

The next couple hours were strange..  I really couldn't talk much, so 
she did most of the talking, and the talking wandered all over the place 
as she told me about herself, her family, her life.  She explained that 
she was on an after-Christmas-shopping-spree and was thinking more about 
which place she wanted to go next than were she actually was walking.  
She talked about how she always thought that the sight of a lot of blood 
would make her faint, and she was always worried about that because she 
wanted to be a nurse some day, but she was proud that she didn't.  She 
talked about the doctor who was chased out of the emergency room by my 
ticked off mother, and bemused cops that left right afterwards.  She 
talked about everything, interspaced with her giving me sips of the 7-up 
and visits by the nurse.

The third visit by the nurse came with a tray of food, another can of 7-
up, and a cola.  "No sharing," she admonished the girl, giving me a 
wink, and walked out.

After the nurse left, I asked quietly, "I know a lot about you now, 
except one thing.  What is your name?"

"Oh my gosh, I feel like such a ditz.  I'm Terri."

I held out my hand carefully and said, "Nice bumping into you, Terri."  
She laughed, took my hand, and shook it gingerly, and then turned beet 
red again.  "What?" I asked in my usual verbose fashion.  She turned 
even more red, if that was at all possible.

"Um," she stammered a little and then looked at the floor, adding a 
mumbled, "I'm sure it was an accident.."

I was a lot more awake now than before, and the wildly swinging room had 
mostly settled.  I let my mind work for a few seconds and then I turned 
beet red.  "Oh," I said simply, shyly.  She just shook the hand that had 
landed on her boob.

It was quite for a few minutes as we both weren't sure what to say.  A 
quiet knock at the door, a pause, then it opened slowly.  "I'm sorry," 
said the voice through the crack, "but I need to come in for just a 
moment.  Is everything decent?"

Why it wouldn't be, I don't know.  But I responded that everything was 
fine and the nurse hustled into the room.  "I just wanted to bring in 
the patient's kit, we give this one to all male patients, though you're 
not to use much from it until tomorrow."  She put down the plastic bag 
full of stuff and then skittered out of the room.  That was odd.

I shifted a bit on the bed, looking towards the bag.  I didn't trust 
myself yet to sit up and reach for it, so I asked Terri if she'd mind?  
She didn't and proceeded to play show and tell.  Tissues, a couple 
plastic wrapped cups, eye drops, mini sewing kit, hand lotion, bright 
red blush with a hand pulled back as if she touched fire.  "What?" I 
asked, actually pushing myself up.  Damn, who would have figured me for 
the gallant type.  What was I going to do, protect her from a bag?

"Err," she said, staring at the bag as if it was about to attack her.  
"It's something, umm.."  She toothed her lip again and scratched her 
head, pondering how to describe it.  "I'll just, err, bring you the bag 
so you can look through it yourself."  She carried over the bag, held 
with a thumb and forefinger.  About the same way I carried my nephew's 
diapers.

Inside the bag was another package of tissues and some candies.  That 
sounded great right now, I was sick and tired of sips.  I reached in, 
and pulled one out, and then dropped it like it bit me.  Matching 
blushes anyone? I actually thought, stupid as it sounds, that it just 
figures that the first time I touch a condom, there has to be a cute 
girl in the room.  Did I happen to mention that one should never think 
thoughts while on painkillers that one does not want to broadcast to the 
room?

I don't think I needed the light above my head anymore to see things in 
the room.  The combination of our bright red colors was enough to 
illuminate the floor, and hers actually brightened.  "You think I'm 
cute?" she asked quietly, being rather selective in what she heard.

"Yeah, I do," I replied earnestly, followed rapidly by a sigh and the 
addition of, "you'll make Josh really happy."

"Josh?" she asked, perplexed, after the initial beaming smile at me.  
"Josh is nice, I'm sure, but..."  The tooth bit the lip again.  I 
blinked.  Twice.

"You like me?" I asked.  Well, not really. I squeaked it.  Like the 
fucking mouse I am.

I was about to tell her I was out of line, and sorry, and whatever else 
would come blathering out of my mouth when she smiled and nodded, adding 
a "I do."  Damn, I wish the bright lights were back on.  I'd really like 
to burn that smile into my mind.  Forever.  There was a pregnant pause 
(wasn't that what the condoms were there to prevent?) and then we both 
started to talk at the same time, then we offered each other the 
opportunity to go ahead, then we both tried to talk at the same time.

She laughed and said, "Fine, me first."  She looked to the floor to 
gather her thoughts and then heaved them out by the bucketful.  "I don't 
know what it was, but we crashed together and it was just, I don't know, 
just sort of like an electric shock went off and your hand was on," she 
looked down, "there and it was warm and I liked it and you were face 
down and then you sat up and I saw your eyes and that was like another 
shock and then I saw you were all bloody but you were racing around 
saying you were sorry because I wasn't looking where I was going and 
getting all my stuff and helping me up, all the while you were just 
dripping the blood down from your nose and I felt so horrible for that 
and I really wanted to help you but you were too busy trying to help me 
and then you saw the blood and fell over and I heard the most awful 
knock when your head hit the floor and you wouldn't wake up and..  
and.."  She looked me right in the eyes and I started to get lost in 
hers as she said, "and all I could think of was that I wanted to see 
those eyes again."  She smirked, breaking the eye contact, "plus you had 
a cute butt."

What does one say to such an admission from a girl I..  Well, shit, I 
knew all about her, sort of.  She told me all about herself.  But, we 
had just met, and I'm a, well, never done such a thing before and well I 
was confused.  Not so confused that I didn't hear my stupid squeaky 
voice say, "I'm a virgin."  And of course, I said such a thing  just as 
the as the door opened and the nurse walked in.  I turned pale as a 
ghost and wished that I could crawl under the bed and just curl up and 
die and... UGH!

The nurse simply chuckled and admonished me, "and you'd best stay that 
way tonight, Ron.  Tomorrow, maybe..  Personally, I think you should 
wait until at least tomorrow night and give your body a chance to start 
healing."  She checked my pulse, which was racing about fifty miles an 
hour, pronouncing me to have a fine heart rate for being a virgin, then 
checked my eyes, which she commented were cute and definitely qualified 
me as being fit to not stay that way forever.  She checked my tongue, 
admonished me to take some more sips, and to practice some exercises for 
putting that tongue to good use to help eliminate that virginity, then 
lifted the blanket and the sheet and nodded to herself, tossing in a 
helpful, "Oh, definitely won't have a problem with condoms slipping off 
of that."  She smiled sweetly to Terri then swept out of the room.

I was speechless.  I was mortified.  I was sunk.  If someone had offered 
me a gun at that instant, I would have likely been able to pull the 
trigger until it was empty and I had no thoughts at all anymore.  Terri 
started laughing, and with an almost hysterical tone.  It was concern 
for her that brought my voice back.  "Oh my gawd, I'm so sorry, for what 
I said, what she said..  I don't know what to say!"

Terri's laughing eased a bit back into sanity, and was down to chuckling 
by the time she picked up the cup to let me have a sip.  "She's worse 
than my sister," she said, almost causing me to cough on the drink.  I 
did start coughing when she added, "and she's right."  She set the cup 
to the side, sat down on the edge of the bed, and pointedly looked 
towards my groin area.  "You do have all the proper equipment."

Yeah, right, proper equipment.  Presently my cock was trying to retract 
fully into my body, but the balls were trying at the same time, so there 
was a bit of an argument as to who would go in first. I had no idea what 
to say, what to do, anything.  I was a mute idiot who wasn't responding 
to someone who was flirting with me.

Terri swallowed and added, "I'm a virgin too, though I told myself last 
New Years that I would not be one by the end of the year.  Oh my gawd, I 
can't believe I said that!"

"It's that nurse," I hissed, finally finding an outlet for 
communication.  "She's evil, I tell you.  I woke up while she was giving 
me a sponge bath and she licked my cock and said I'd get some if I was a 
good boy."  My eyes snapped open, wide.  "Oh my gawd," I said, echoing  
her earlier statement.  And we both laughed.  Not the hysterical 
laughter of earlier, but, well, it was just funny.  Fear reaction, I 
suppose.  As it died down, like most everything else, awkwardly, I added 
quietly, "I did too..  The New Years resolution thing."

Her tooth slipped out to bite her lip again and her hand reached up to 
push a few of my stray hairs back towards where they belonged.  "Then I 
guess we'd best get you healthy so we can both keep our promises to 
ourselves, hmm?"  I had no idea what to say about that.  My cock, 
however, detected a noticeable change in the wind and decided to set up 
camp, dramatically.  I don't think I'd ever lifted up a blanket so much 
before.  "Ahh, I see agreement," she said, noticing.  She grinned 
wickedly, leaned over, and planted a kiss on my forehead.  "First, rest, 
as the nurse ordered.  Be a good boy, and see what happens."

Up off the bed she went, walking over to the recliner, and she sat down, 
leaned back, and pulled the handle for her feet.  I didn't know what to 
say, at all.  What was there to say?  Some girl I never met before a few 
hours ago wanted to have sex with me, liked me even.  I just laid there, 
slack jawed in shock, my cock hard as a damn rock, transferring my 
heartbeat so it looked like the blanket was quietly laughing at me, and 
all I could think about was how I wanted to play with those boobs that 
the moon was highlighting.

-=-=-

The clock read five o'five when the nurse came in.  I was a light 
sleeper, except when it came to the time for me to wake up, and her 
entry into the room, silent as it was, woke me up.  "You!" I hissed at 
her in an accusatory voice.

"Calm down, Romeo," she replied quietly, picking up my arm to take my 
pulse.  "Else I'll not think you've been a good boy."  That might have 
shut me up earlier, but it just reminded me of how much this nurse was 
really getting on my nerves.

"I can't believe you did that, said that, in front of her," I hissed at 
her angrily.  She raised an eyebrow at me and shined a bright light into 
my eyes, one at a time.  "And what was with the condoms?  Do they look 
for applications here that say 'slut'?"  Yes, I was pissed.

"No," she replied calmly, putting a thumb and forefinger on my chin as 
she pulled open my mouth and stuck a thermometer in.  "Keep your mouth 
closed until I say so," she directed, and then went on.  "I'm not a 
slut.  I think that you're cute, that what was happening to you sucked, 
and thought that if it was going to suck, you'd at least deserve to get 
something out of it."  She put her hand on my groin, "such as having 
this sucked.  I admit that I was a bit of a pain earlier, but I could 
see that she really liked you, and over the last couple hours I saw that 
you really liked her.  I still intend to give you your reward.. Your 
discharge before discharge - and am making allowances for the fact that 
you're a virgin.  Had I known that, I might have been reluctant to offer 
the reward in the first place.  I assumed that a nice looking guy like 
you was getting some, and that the cute blond was your long time 
girlfriend.  Instead, I found out differently, but not that I was wrong, 
only just premature."

She lifted her hand off my now hard cock and pulled out the thermometer, 
adding, "Now, what you need to do is rest, gather your strength, get out 
of here, and go find some place to fuck that cute girl until you're both 
so tired that you fall asleep, and when you wake back up, start back up 
where you stopped.  I'll be here to answer any questions you might have 
as to how to accomplish that, but I'll tell you right now - if you don't 
swallow that damn attitude of yours, you'll leave here with only your 
hand for company.  Now, go to sleep, unless you have some other 
unintelligible observations to make?"

What could I say?  I didn't know, but my mouth found something to use 
and noise came out.  "What if she doesn't want to?"

"Doesn't want to do it?  With you?  She's a fucking fool, and fools 
don't hang around a strange boy's hospital room, waiting hours and hours 
in the lobby for the chance.  She cares about you, so you'd best care 
about her in return.  Now shut up and go back to sleep before you wake 
her up."  She was out of the room before I could even think of any form 
of intelligent retort to that, and I'm sure that 'ok' wouldn't have been 
the highlight of my speaking career.

-=-=-

The next morning I woke up hungry, a little woozy, and I smelled bacon 
and eggs.  Damn, that sounded good, queasy stomach or not.  "Smells 
good," I said as way of morning greetings, and then realized that I 
could smell.  Whoa. 

My hand gently inspected my nose as Terri put down a fork.  "The nurse 
was in a little bit ago, pulled the bandage off of your nose.  She said 
the doctor said it would be sore for a week or so, but otherwise would 
be fine.  Apparently the jerk of a first doctor set your nose properly 
on the first try, and whatever break you had was smooth enough that 
it'll remain pretty much as it was.  Cute."  She picked up a piece of 
toast and added, shyly, "but no going down on me, doctor's orders, until 
at least a week has passed."  Damn, she blushes great.

"That nurse is something else, isn't she?" I replied, choosing something 
innocent.  Terri laughed and nodded.  "When does my tray come?"

"The nurse said not until after you've, umm..."  Her eyes flicked over 
to my eyes, then down my body.  I got a puzzled expression and sent my 
eyes to follow.  We both were looking at Mr. Happy.  Morning piss hard-
ons are the curse the universe gives us guys, but damn it, that is a 
hell of a lot better than a period.  Especially to those who faint at 
the sight of blood.  Like me.

Now where was that silver thing...  I started looking about and I heard 
Terri set aside her tray.  "The nurse," she said, picking up the object 
I sought, "said that if I couldn't handle it, she'd come and do it, but 
that you weren't to sit all the way up, much less bend that far down to 
use this properly, nor could you get out of bed to use the bathroom."  
She took on an impish gleam to her eyes and added, "So, I get to help 
you."  The gleam vanished in an instant as she added, "but, err, I don't 
really know how to get it to..."  She shifted the thing around a bit, 
turning it backwards from the way it would normally be used.  "I guess 
in your current condition I could do it like this..?"

I didn't know what to say.  I just gulped.  I swear I must have looked 
worse than a deer frozen in the headlights of a semi truck just before 
impact.  I have a hard enough time pissing when someone else is using 
another urinal in a public bathroom, and now someone else was supposed 
to hold my dick while I pissed?  And my choices were the girl who 
decided that I was going to help both of us with our resolutions, or the 
nurse who was biding her time to give me a blow job?  Oh fuck.

The fear on my face must have helped her over whatever problems she was 
experiencing because her back straightened and she reached down, looking 
me in the eyes, and pulled down the blanket and sheet.  My raging hard 
on was about as vertical as it could possibly be, literally throbbing 
with my racing heart.  She broke eye contact, and appraised the beast.  
"It's bouncing," she observed with a giggle.  I squeaked.  Her hand went 
down and reached around it, thumb just meeting forefinger.  "Wow, it is 
exactly the right size... Least that was what Sarah said was the ideal 
size," she said to herself.  I came.  Spraying her hand, hitting her 
shirt, spraying the wall behind me, a glob landing on my busted nose, 
more raining on my twelve chest hairs, finally dribbling down to a pool 
in my bellybutton.

Her hand hadn't moved, I was holding my breath in shock, she wasn't 
breathing, and the door opened.  "Oh, just great...  Didn't I tell you 
guys no hanky-panky yet?" complained the nurse.  "And on the wall too," 
she tsked.  "I hate cleaning up walls."  She sighed, closed the door 
with her inside, and stomped to the mini-bathroom, stomped back in with 
a towel off the rack, reached over me and wiped the wall.  She nodded to 
herself, observed that it wasn't worth taking my pulse or anything at 
the moment since I was obviously doing just fine at the moment and 
sashayed towards the door.  As she was opening it, she tossed over her 
shoulder a final comment, "Well, don't just stand there holding his dick 
all day, clean it up - and I'll bring a new towel for the bathroom when 
I next check in.  And next time, pay attention to the damn clock!"

We both ran out of our breath holding abilities at exactly the same 
moment, and we were both breathing hard trying to catch up.  She lifted 
her hand, sniffed what had spilled onto it, and made a bit of a face.  
"If that happens every morning, you're going to be sleeping on the 
couch," she said, reaching for the tissue box.

I just laughed, hysterically.  Like a fucking maniac.  Like someone who 
just came all over the place for absolutely no good reason, other than 
the girl who wanted me to fuck her had touched my dick, and that licking 
from the day before, brief as it was.  I mean, for Pete's sake, I was 
nearly sixteen.  Can't I go a day without cumming?

She had a big grin on her face as she wiped up the disaster, dabbing my 
nose gently, saving the big pool for last.  "At least it made this part 
easier," she said, tossing the tissues into the trash and putting the 
ice cold entrance over my cock.  "Now, piss," she commanded.  "And you'd 
best start being a good boy if you want your treat," she added with a 
grin.

I pissed.  And she dabbed some more tissue when I was done to clean up 
any remaining drips.  And I was covered when the nurse returned a few 
minutes later with the tray.  "Visiting hours will be starting in a few 
minutes, and I'm going off shift.  Which means you just got here, 
missy," she said to Terri.  To me, she added, "your mother and the guy 
from yesterday are both here, there is a bouquet from the mall wishing 
you health and hopefully no hard feelings, and a bit of cum left in her 
hair.  Have it out, quickly, since as soon as I leave this room your 
visitors will walk in.  I'll see you both at 8 o'five when I come back 
on shift, and I hope for everyone's sake that I do not find the walls 
painted again."  The tray was unceremoniously dumped on the table, the 
nurse, again to the sound of complete silence, flounced out of the room.

"Bend down," I hurriedly told Terri, and I wiped the offending drips out 
of her hair.  And I kissed her.  Our first on the lips, and only for an 
instant before the door opened again and my mother rushed in.

-=-=-

To be continued...

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This is my first story in a long, long time, and one that started, well, 
I don't know where.  It is, alas, pure fantasy.  You might like it, you 
might hate it, either way, if you mail me a comment, make sure that you 
highlight any particular portion you like or dislike so hopefully I can 
make it better.

 

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