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New Years Resolutions Pt 2 (mF, tease, little sex)
By Ron Garret
"Oh, honey," my mother gushed, "I'm so sorry I wasn't here when you woke
up last night, but I was a disaster, and the nurse assured me that you'd
likely not really be awake at all until this morning."
"It's ok, it's fine," I reassured her. "I was hardly awake at all last
night anyway, so it's not like you could have really visited me.
Besides, I didn't even wake up until after visiting hours were over."
"Hey there," said Josh as he entered the room. Wow, what the hell was
he wearing? Was that a trendy sweater and collared shirt? Was he
trying to impress someone? Ha, if he was, then too damn bad. She's
mine, damn it.
"Hey there," I replied, waving my left hand as my right was quietly
being snugged down again. Ahh, at least Terri can remember the nurse's
orders. Oh ghads, I was..
"You sure you're alright?" asked my ever perceptive mother. "You look a
little, umm, bright today." That, of course, didn't help at all.
"Fine, fine," I quickly said. "It's the, umm, the breakfast tray.. The
nurse said that if I didn't eat, the medicines might raise my
temperature." There, hopefully that'll cover the sweat on my forehead
that suddenly developed as well as the blush.
"Oh," replied my mother. "I didn't even think about that. Do you want
us to wait while you eat?"
"No, it's fine," I said, shifting and discovering that there was still a
head that really didn't like being moved around. "Really," I continued
with a grimace.
Terri chose that moment to speak up, "He's actually being difficult.
Since he can't use his right hand due to the IV and he can't really sit
up, he can't really feed himself. Perhaps we can all take turns feeding
him until he stops being difficult and accepts that perhaps we're here
to support him."
That got a raised eyebrow from my mother, who is pretty damn close to
one of the smartest people I know. "You must have had a horrible
night," she noted. "You look to be in the same clothes as you were
yesterday." Ugh, Mom's tossing the screwballs today.
"Yeah," tossed in Josh helpfully.
"I felt awful," said Terri. "I couldn't even lay down without feeling
nauseas. Here he was, laying in a hospital bed, because I couldn't be
bothered to think beyond where I was going to make my next purchase. My
parents virtually ordered me to return to the hospital, if for no other
reason than that they might get a good night's sleep at least." She
even tossed in a few tears for effect. A masterful performance. And the
batter solidly connects with the ball, which makes a screaming line
towards the back field wall.. Going, going..
"Your parents ordered you out of the house with a run in your stocking
large enough to be seen across the street?" asked my mother. The center
fielder makes a run for the wall, leaps up, mitt held high...
"Of course not, my mother made me get some fresh ones, but I had been so
worried, I just left them in the car. But you're right, I'd best leave
you to feed him and I'll just go run down there and change. Be sure to
ask the nurse to explain yet again what sized morsels and what parts of
the breakfast he can and can't have," replied Terri, her tone of voice
equal in tiredness and offense.
AND IT'S GONE! Mom knew that she had been out witted, at least for now.
It was hard to send zingers towards someone who only wanted to think
about me. So instead she went on a different track, switching sports,
apparently choosing a soccer team with a few good strikers. "By the
way, my name is Louise. I figure that my son's new girlfriend can call
me that, though it seems that I've yet to hear your name. Were you
waiting worriedly in this room all night with Ron? It was you who had
the recliner extended," she added as a rhetorical question, indicating
the chair that was, indeed, still extended.
I'm not sure why, but my eyes flicked over to look at Josh, and I saw
him deflate a bit. I really felt like telling him that he shouldn't
give up yet, Terri might just deny being my girlfriend, leaving open..
Ugh, there's a situation I was not ready for. Terri considered rallying
her best goalie, but instead decided to meet the bull by her horns.
"Well, my name is Terri," she replied, "and yes, I should have known we
couldn't fool you. I stayed in the room last night, mostly because I
was so worried about him." Whoops, looked like Josh was about to fall
over. Poor guy. "I know that I hardly knew you, or your son, but I
felt so gosh darn responsible that it would seem cold and callus to just
leave him here all night long all alone."
"At least you had the wisdom to use the chair instead of crawling into
bed with him to keep him warm," replied my mother who can strike hard
and fast when she wanted to. Oh gawd, that had best be her nostrils
flaring in anger and not smelling anything, or I'm dead.
I learned something about Terri at that moment. If you hit at her,
you'd best be ready for the come back. "Of course I didn't crawl into
bed with him, at least not yet. Though I certainly intend upon doing so
at the earliest opportunity. Shall we plan on using his bed or mine?
And you need not worry about grand children right away, we plan on using
protection."
I pushed the button.
My mother had just founded the local Olympic Marksman Federation and was
readying both barrels to lay into Terri when the nurse came stomping in,
glared at me, my mother, my new girlfriend and my best friend in the
world. "Hospital rules," she hissed, sizing up the situation quite
well, "forbid cat fights in the ward. Furthermore, we do not give
discounts at this hospital for Mother/Son stays. Retract the claws,
Terri, before you give his mother a heart attack. And Mrs. Krieger, I
sincerely apologize for breaking hospital rules by letting this young
woman stay in the room with your son last night. I can assure you that
they were constantly monitored and nothing went on that should not have.
I must say, however, that the other nurses and I are setting up a pool
as to their wedding date, and that it might be a welcome idea to take a
short break, let your son get some food into his system while you divest
yourself of what you had just planned to say." She made eye contact
with my mother, Terri, then myself, nodded her head, and then started
for the door. She grabbed Josh by the scruff of his neck almost
absently on her way out, muttering that such family moments should not
be on display and that she would find something for him to do while he
waited.
That nurse... My mind wandered in the silence, casually wondering if she
does this to every victim on the floor or if indeed I was just getting
special treatment. I also wondered if Josh was going to gain further
ground on me by getting his second oral treatment, or if he would blaze
a trail for me out of virginhood. Or if he'd be coloring some sheets of
paper in the peanut gallery. Who knows, with whom he was leaving with.
I'm not exactly sure what happened while I was musing about my friend
and the wacky nurse, but when I looked at my mother and Terri, they had
apparently signed some peace accord, exchanged ambassadors, gave each
other most favored nation status, and indeed become fast allies. My
mother noted, "Well, you see to it that he eats what he should, only a
little of what he shouldn't. I can see that he's in fine hands, though
you might want to take a break for a few minutes to go change into some
of your purchases. I'm sure that the hospital really does not like
people wandering around with blood stains. It might make people
question their abilities."
"Of course, Louise," replied Terri, apparently completely at ease.
"I'll go do so right after breakfast. Was he a really messy eater as a
toddler? Should I ask the nurse for a bib?"
A BIB?!? "No," replied my mother, lowering my hackles a bit, "unless
you're going to be wearing it. He has always liked to talk while he
eats, and he seems to spray things everywhere." To our mutual glows and
embarrassed silence, my mother walked out of the room, noting she'd stop
in after work, so long as Terri kept her updated during the day.
-=-=-
I got fed, without talking, and without spraying anything else. Terri
mumbled quietly that she was going to go change, and for the first time
in a long time, I was alone. Which was not entirely a bad thing,
because I desperately needed to think. Marriage? I'm too young to
think about something like that, besides, I had just met her, and.. And
maybe we would be going to bed with each other. I was still unsure if
that was actually going to happen or not, though my mother seemed to
accept that we were going to.
Another nurse slipped into the room, did the normal vitals check, then
pulled the plug on my arm. "It might hurt," she warned me after she was
done. It did, it continued to hurt as well. "I'll be back with some
pills in a few minutes, and the doctor should be in to see you soon."
Efficient, and not caring. But as a side benefit, I could actually say
something as she left, though I really didn't feel like it.
The doctor came in just before the nurse did. A very welcome change, as
it was the same general practitioner that I've had all my life. I
greeting Dr. Ng with a smile and an off handed wave. "You warned me
that if I didn't stop thinking about girls I'd end up in the hospital,"
I tossed towards him. Whatever response he was going to give me, it
became professional as the nurse entered. He was inspecting my eyes as
the nurse was trying to force the pills and a little water down my
throat. It was not a comfortable combination, but it apparently suited
the nurse well, since she could leave the room in just moments.
With her leaving, the doctor returned to his old self. "I was right,
wasn't I," he said with a grin. "What's her name? The nurses were all
abuzz when I came in, and I half expected her to be here with you
still."
"Terri," I replied with a happy grin. "She's rather nice."
"Nice?" echoed the doctor with a laugh. "Rumors have it that before you
leave, the hospital chaplain will be performing a service contrary to
the one he usually does on this floor. I actually think he reserves
those for the maternity ward."
"No way," I replied. "I'm still just a kid!"
"You forget who does your yearly physicals," replied the doctor. "You
exited kidhood a long time ago. But yes, perhaps it is premature for
marriage. Is there anything you want to ask me about, umm.." He paused
to consider a delicate way of saying sex, it was pretty obvious, and
well, pretty funny. Dr. Ng was a Korean doctor who came over to this
country during their war, and while he had adjusted to most every
Americanism, they never came naturally to him.
"Nahh, I think I got it down, they teach that stuff in schools over
here," I replied, having a bit of fun with him, since he always took
what I said so literally. His face indeed indicated his considering how
they might be teaching sex education, and why so many parents might be
uncomfortable with it. It'd be pretty funny to display whatever
thoughts he was having up on a movie screen. I decided to take him off
the hook though, and get back to, well, me. "How long will I be in
here," I asked.
Ahh, business. "Tonight will be your last night. It doesn't seem like
you have any serious swelling in there, but they'll double check that
with a CAT scan. I think you'll find that pretty interesting, they
stick your head in a donut and this thing twirls around you. This is
one of the first hospitals to get this, and it is safer than an x-ray,
and more sensitive as well. I won't be interpreting the images,
however. They have some experts trained to do that.. Us peons in the
medical world are only fit to refer patients like yourself into their
exhaled presence."
I had to smile at that, because there is nothing funnier to me than when
Dr. Ng trying to be sarcastic. "I'm sure," I replied with a chuckle,
which still didn't feel like the best of ideas. I remembered a line
from a cartoon and I noted, with a mock groan, "Doctor, it only hurts
when I laugh."
"Well then, we'll have to remove your sense of humor," replied the
doctor, coming up with his own return line. "In the mean time, do what
the nurses tell you to do, and think of this as an opportunity to spend
time with your lady love, but no hanky panky."
"Yes, Dr. Ng," I replied, trying to pretend I was disappointed. He
liked that sort of thing, such as when he told me during my physicals
that I shouldn't lift more than a thousand pounds. His brand of humor,
what can I say. He turned to leave, then stopped and came back to the
bed.
"Actually," he noted, "your birthday is in a few days, isn't it?" I
nodded, unsure what this had to do with the price of tea in China, or
kimchee in Korea, or whatever.
"Ahh, right, I thought you were on my calendar. I'll see you then,
unless the scans show anything drastic." With that, the good doctor
left the room.
And I fell asleep, stupid pills.
-=-=-
There were several people in the room when I woke back up, working
industriously to turn my hospital bed into a movable object. Which
apparently took very little effort. I heard Terri wish me luck, and I
gave her a groggy thumbs up as I was wheeled out of the room and down to
an elevator. I was awake and asleep at the same time, it seemed. It
was sort of using the fast forward on one of those VCRs. See something
in the distance, darkness, you're there, darkness, you're down the way
from there, darkness, etc.
I only vaguely remember the huge donut they eventually wheeled me to,
mostly because of the pain of being transferred to the thin table and
basically having my sore head taped to a board. They decided that
putting me down on my cracked skull was better than my cracked nose,
since the machine apparently liked only tops or bottoms.
When I was put back into my bed, the pain was receding, and so was I. I
didn't really pay any attention to the trip back, and I was again asleep
once, I guess, we reached the room. Hell, they could have put me
through a car wash, and I wouldn't have known.
-=-=-
I woke up hungry again, it was dark outside, and inside the room as
well. It took a few moments to focus, which Terri used to fill me in
with what was happening. "Josh never came back, which kind of worries
me, considering who he left with. Your mother just left, visiting hours
are about to end, and it's nearly 8 o'five." That held some
significance, but I wasn't up to speed yet, so I let the time just be
something to think about later. "Dinner is here, you ready to try a bit
of it?"
I was, even if my brain wasn't quite engaged yet, my stomach was taking
the lead. "Yeah," I croaked. Which got me a cup put in my face with
instructions to sip. I sipped. After another, I felt reasonably able
to use my voice. "Thank you," I said, meaning more than just the cup,
but I wasn't awake enough to add on anything quite yet.
"You're welcome," she replied in a tone that indicated that my message
had been received. "Ready, or do you want to finish waking up first?"
I opted for the delay.
"Just a minute or two," I replied, my longest string of words for quite
some time.
She shifted a bit, and brought something from behind her back,
displaying it for me. "Just warn me when you're ready so I can be
prepared." My eyes caught the white thing flapping in the wind, so to
speak. A damn bib.
"Hey," I started, feeling kind of angry. However, my mouth was left
open as my eyes sent an urgent message to my brain.. 'We interrupt this
program for an important message,' it said, then turned things over to
my groin, who heartily approved of Terri's clothing. This was certainly
an outfit that would not work for winter, even a Southern California
winter. Holy shit! "Wow," was the intelligent response from a brain
being flooded by hormones.
She turned and posed so that I could get the full effect. Stockings
were gone, so was the skirt. In their place was short-shorts that had
to require a small army to get into. Feet were sleeved in healed
sandals, a thin strap between some toes helped keep it on. The eyes
traveled upwards so that I could enjoy the fact that her modest breasts
were less than modestly encased in a knit tube top. In fact, if that
tube top was any lower, it'd be supporting her nipples. Her blond hair
was held up in a casual pony tail that really brought out the features
of her face, and it was a distinct pleasure to not be distracted by
stray hairs failing in front of her eyes. My dick was trying to detach
itself from me so that it could wander over to her and say high, or at
least that was what it felt like.
She noticed the sudden arrival and grinned mischievously, "Oh? Does
someone need to piss first?" Before I could respond in the affirmative,
the door was pushed open by Josh, followed by my favorite nurse. Josh
had been dressed to the nines earlier, right now, he looked like had
spent most of the day with those clothes in a pile. I wasn't sure if I
should try to give him a high five or curse up a blue streak to get the
two of them out of there.
"I really wish you two would actually watch the clock more," noted the
nurse sourly. "I brought back your friend, he's just staying for a
moment, then he's going home. He's a bit tired. And you," she said,
pointing at the confused lump halfway up the bed, "can wait until he's
had some food." Her eyes looked over to Terri and she gave a wide
smile. "Oooh, I knew that you had it in you. Wow," she said, elbowing
the off-center Josh. "Doesn't she just look good enough to eat? What a
sexy outfit.. If I liked things that way, or even leaned a little in
that direction, I'd be all over her." Josh looked where indicated and
vacantly. I really wanted to know what the hell happened to him.
Temp, pulse, grope, wave, sashay out. The nurse's visit was thankfully
brief. Josh watched all this with tired detachment. "What happened to
you, Josh? You're acting like I did most of the day, but I don't think
that anyone slipped you one of my pills by accident." Even Terri looked
concerned, and she was almost on the tip of her toes so that she could
hear what was up, which didn't help me any, since that almost pulled
down her tube top, and I could barely see the tips of her areola.
Mr. Happy decided to go take a union break as Josh went into his day.
Nothing prepared me, not even his stance, for the details.
-=-=-
"The nurse," he explained, "hauled me out of the room, as you know.
Once we were out of the room, she smiled at me, ruffled my hair, and
asked me if I wanted to go home with her." He had the decency to blush,
the lucky dog.
"We got there, and she said goodbye to some lady and then she invited me
inside. She stretched her arms up in the air and tiredly asked if I
would do her just a little favor, help her get out of something
uncomfortable so that she could sleep like a baby," he continued. Ahh,
man, the things he must have learned.. Stuff that.. well, stuff that
hopefully I'd be learning soon.
He agreed and she went into the bedroom, with him following. She turned
around, removed her jacket, and she had on a tight corset, the source of
those incredibly full boobs. "Help me get out of this," she asked
cattily, and Josh was more than eager to learn that particular lesson,
especially for the visual treat at the end.
Once she was out of it, and she had dropped her hospital skirt, he said
that she was just wearing stockings, garters, and underwear that didn't
even have a crotch! She laid back on the bed, tiredly swung her arms
over her head, exhibiting her boobs to their full effect, slightly
spread her legs giving him a fantastic view and casually asked him if he
wanted to find out what it was like to be a husband.
He said yes so fast that not even the Flash could have done it better
and he was in the process of pulling off his clothing when she said,
"Good! The formula is in the sink, the twins in the next room, wake me
at six." And with that, she pulled a quilt over her semi-nude body
and.. And the sucker actually left the room to do what he was told.
-=-=-
"Oh my gawd," said Terri, with a shaky voice, "I can't believe she did
that to you!" Josh agreed and noted that twin boys who were ten months
old did not rest during the day, not at all, or if they did, never at
the same time. He described the adventure of changing diapers after
reading completely useless instructions on the package, the fun of
figuring out how to warm formula, the shear orgasmic joy of finding
pieces of Cheerios in places he's even shy to wash.
"It was hell, the whole day, absolutely hell." And then Josh got a shy
smile, and corrected himself, "Well, until the sun went down, then it
got a bit better.. A whole lot better."
"What," I asked with baited breath. "Did the twins go to sleep? Were
you asked to take out the trash, or pay the bills?" He blushed, shook
his head, and didn't say anything. "Well, tell us," I said in
exasperation. "What happened after the sun went down?"
"My pants went down, and my shorts went down, and she went down," he
replied smugly, like the cat who just finished eating the canary.
Fucker, that's twice, and he's still a damn virgin.. Or was he?
"Did you fuck too," I asked, interestingly in chorus with Terri. Josh
had to repeat himself because she and I were locked in not quite a
staring contest, more like a 'Damn (girl/boy), you really got fucking on
the brain. You should screw someone' type look.
"I said," repeated Josh, apparently quite annoyed that we weren't
listening to him, "that she took whatever I had in me to do something
like that." He actually got petulant and sulkily noted that we should
get a room. Well, we had a room, and a night, together. Even hearing
about my best friend getting a blow job took second seat to such
thoughts.
The nurse chose that moment to tromp back in, scratch Josh gently under
the chin and say, "Come now, Daddy-o, visit hours are over, and after
today, I'd think you'd be ready to have a nice, long, sound sleep. She
moved next to him, and spied the Terri and I, and continued talking to
Josh. "Me thinks that your friends have their own ideas, so you'll have
to crow about your day at my house some other time, but best be careful,
lest they crow right back at you. And I wouldn't bother coming by in
the morning, I have a feeling that Terri will be seeing to Ron's
discharge." To us, she added, "Nine o'five, I'll be back in here. I
want to see both of you well fed and rested." She reached down and
hauled Josh out by the front of his pants. "Did I ever tell you how I
like to thank men who perform their fatherly duties so well," was the
last that we heard as the door closed behind them.
-=-=-
To be continued...
I want to thank all those who sent e-mails about this story, which
overwhelmingly seems to be the crowd favorite so far. It made it pretty
easy to choose which story to continue with, and the next part will have
Ron and Terri's eventful night in the hospital, as well as his
discharge, so to speak.
I will be going through these stories at a later date and polishing up
the many rough spots, as well as cleaning up some mistakes. Mostly, I
decided to just continue writing and let the chips fall where they will.
I'm as curious as you are where this story is going.
As always, comments are welcome at rongarret2000-assm@yahoo.com
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