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                                 "FEVER" 


                              A Short Story 


                      by Parker an210088@anon.penet.fi 




            ...things  to  me.  I kicked at  the  soaked  sheets, 
         trying  to  disentangle them from my sweaty  legs.  They 
         were all twisted up, but I managed to pull my feet  free 
         and roll over onto my side. I knew that in a very  short 
         time I would be shivering so badly that I'd be forced to 
         pull the matted sheets back up again, but for now I  was 
         just too hot. Damn fever. 


           The  mild flu that had sent me to bed early on  friday 
         night  had,  over the weekend, developed into  a  raging 
         fever.  Frank  had wanted to stay home with  me,  but  I 
         wouldn't  let him miss work. Besides, it wasn't like  he 
         could do anything. I just had to sweat it out. 


           Literally. 


           The doorbell rang. 


           I  squinted at the clock radio: just past 11  am.  Who 
         could  that be? Not Sandra surely; I'd had  Frank  phone 
         her  last  night to tell her I was sick and  cancel  our 
         lunch. I toyed with the notion of just laying in bed and 
         ignoring the bell - it rang again - but decided  against 
         it. It might be important. 


           I  slid off the bed, wrapped my thick robe  around  my 
         shivering  body and walked slowly towards the door.  The 
         stairs  gave me some difficulty - I was pretty  dizzy  - 
         but  I  grabbed the handrail and took it one step  at  a 
         time.  It  took a while - the bell rang again  before  I 
         reached  the bottom - but I eventually made it.  Flushed 
         and sweating, I opened the door. 


           It  was a nurse, but dressed like no nurse I had  ever 
         seen before. She wore the white nurse's uniform, but the 
         skirt  was very short, barely covering her  thighs,  and 
         the neckline plunged down to the top of her breasts in a 
         deep vee. She was extremely attractive - funny, it  must 
         have  been the fever; I didn't normally think  of  other 
         women  as attractive - with thick, red hair,  a  slender 
         body and long... long, stocking-clad legs... 


           I  must  have  been staring at  her  legs  where  they 
         disappeared  under the skirt - once again, it must  have 
         been the fever - 'cause she cleared her throat to get my 
         attention. If it hadn't been for the fever, I'm sure  my 
         face would have burned with embarrassment. 


           She spoke. "Mrs Blair?" 


           I nodded, croaking out a "yes". 


           "I'm  nurse Welles, from Homecare Inc."  She  adjusted 
         her little hat. "I've been hired to look in on you." 


           That  made  sense. I assumed that Frank,  or  possibly 
         Sandra,   had  decided  that  I  needed   some   medical 
         attention. Very thoughtful, really. "Come in." 


           I took a step back from the door, but stumbled. I  was 
         still  rather dizzy and weak. The nurse  rushed  forward 
         and grabbed my shoulder, steadying me. 


           "Here,"  she said. "You belong on your back." She  was 
         right; a fresh wave of dizziness washed over me. She put 
         her  hand around my shoulders and helped me back up  the 
         steps.  At  one point, I stumbled, and she  dropped  her 
         hand to my rear end to steady me. She kept it there  for 
         the  rest  of  the  journey,  using  it  to  control  my 
         progress.  I  was  acutely  aware  of  it...  squeezing, 
         rubbing... 


           Finally we reached the bedroom and she steered me into 
         the  bed. "Now you just lie there, honey," she told  me, 
         pulling off my robe, "and let nurse Welles take care  of 
         you." 


           Shivering,  I fell back onto the mattress.  The  nurse 
         fixed   the  pillow  behind  my  head  and  then   began 
         straightening  out  the  tangled sheets at  my  feet.  I 
         watched  for a bit. In my feverish state, her  movements 
         seemed  almost hypnotic. Her long, slender  arms  moving 
         over  my  body; the way her red hair  tumbled  out  from 
         beneath the white cap bent over... I was quite unable to 
         take  my  eyes off her. Eventually, however,  the  fever 
         took  hold and I began to drift away. I was so tired.  I 
         think I fell into a bit of a daze. 


           It was like I was dreaming. I felt my nightie - a long 
         tee-shirt, really - being pulled up until it was bunched 
         under  my  chin. Then a voice: "Just  relax...  relax... 
         leave everything to nurse Welles... she'll take care  of 
         you..." 


           I  relaxed. Then I felt a pair of soft hands  -  *her* 
         hands - running along the top of my chest and then  down 
         to  my breasts. My breasts! I wanted to sit up and  push 
         those  hands  away - I'd *never* been touched  there  by 
         another  woman - but it felt so good. Those  hands  slid 
         over  my  breasts, rubbing... massaging...  tweaking  my 
         nipples... 


           I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as the  hands 
         left my breasts and then moved slowly across my  stomach 
         and down to my pussy. "Just relax..." I felt her  finger 
         on  the top of my pussy, just touching, teasing me...  I 
         moaned  and thrust my hips up to meet that  finger,  but 
         every  time  I did so, it moved away, not  quite  losing 
         contact,   but  just  enough  so  the  pressure   didn't 
         increase. 


           "Please..."  Was  that my voice begging? I  must  have 
         been  delirious.  But  it  felt so  good.  After  a  few 
         moments,  I felt her hands parting my thighs. I  helped, 
         opening  my legs as far as they could go  and  thrusting 
         upwards with my crotch. I was rewarded with an extra bit 
         of pressure, and let out a moan. 


           Then  I felt something cool and wettish, sliding  down 
         between  my  legs  and up against  my  rear  end.  "Just 
         relax..."  It  pushed  up against my anus.  I  tried  to 
         clench  my  ass muscles to stop it  from  entering,  but 
         every  time  I tightened up, the finger  left  my  clit. 
         Whimpering  in frustration, I gave in and let  her  push 
         the  object  into  me. Further and  further...  and  the 
         deeper it went, the more pressure was brought to bear on 
         my clit. 


           I'd  never  had anything up there before, so  it  felt 
         kind  of  strange.  Hurt  a bit,  but  the  feelings  of 
         pleasure  caused by the hand on my pussy more than  made 
         up  for  any  discomfort.  By  now  I  was  moaning  and 
         whimpering,  desperate to come. The feelings  built  and 
         built until I was thrashing about on the bed, humping my 
         crotch  into the air as far as I could, trying,  needing 
         to... 


           Ahhh...  I  sat up, drenched with  sweat,  pulling  my 
         soaked   hand  away  from  my  crotch.   I'd   evidently 
         masturbated  myself to orgasm while I was sleeping.  The 
         fever  did strange things to me. I kicked at the  soaked 
         sheets, trying to disentangle them from my sweaty  legs. 
         They were all twisted up, but I managed to pull my  feet 
         free  and roll over onto my side. I knew that in a  very 
         short  time  I would be shivering so badly that  I'd  be 
         forced to pull the matted sheets back up again, but  for 
         now I was just too hot. 


           Damn fever. 


           The  mild flu that had sent me to bed early on  friday 
         night  had,  over the weekend, developed into  a  raging 
         fever.  Frank  had wanted to stay home with  me,  but  I 
         wouldn't  let him miss work. Besides, it wasn't like  he 
         could do anything. I just had to sweat it out. 


           Literally. 


           The doorbell rang... 


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         "FEVER" 

         Author: Parker


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