Chapter 3
The tests took most of the rest of the day, and while they didn't seem to tell the doctors anything, it was decided that he was no longer in immediate danger. He was moved out of intensive care into an ordinary room, but they told him that he had to stay for at least another day while they did still more tests.

His mother and sister rejoined him for dinner, and talked for a couple of hours about what had been going on in school while he'd been unconscious. Eventually visiting hours ended, and they had to leave, promising to come again first thing the next morning.

It was nice to be free of the IV and sensors, but Sam found that he couldn't sleep. The bed was comfortable enough. It was fairly dark, though light came in under the door from the corridor. He just felt wide-awake. Perhaps, having slept for three days straight, his body didn't feel the need for rest. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling in the dim light and listening to the faint roaring in his ears. He'd mentioned that to the doctors, who had discussed something called `tinnitus,' but hadn't seem much enlightened. It really sounded, he thought, like the murmur of many voices; like a large crowd very far away. It was strange, but not unpleasant.

At about two in the morning, the night nurse made her rounds. Looking in at his door, she saw that he was still awake and entered.

"Hi," the nurse said softly. "Are you all right? Do you need anything?"

Sam looked at her. She was quite pretty, with dark brown hair, and her close-fitting white uniform emphasized a rather nice figure. It was too too dark to distinguish her eye color, but they were light and concerned.

"I'm fine," Sam answered. "I'm just not very tired." Strangely, the roaring sound seemed a bit louder now, but it wasn't distracting.

"Not tired?" the nurse repeated.

"No," Sam said. He smiled and added, "It's not like I've done anything to wear me out."

The nurse smiled too. "No, I don't suppose you have." She walked to the door and shut it, flipping on the light switch before turning back to him. Her eyes were blue -- bright blue. "But maybe you should."

"Should what?" Sam asked.

The nurse started to unbutton the front of her uniform. "Should do something to wear you out."

Part of Sam was astonished. Another part accepted what was happening at once, as right and proper. The nurse quickly undid her uniform and took it off, tossing it onto a chair. She was wearing a plain white bra and panties. She bent over and untied her shoes, removing them, then took off her socks as well. Reaching behind, she unhooked her bra and set it aside as well. Her breasts were as large as her outline had suggested, firm and well-shaped, with dark nipples standing out from her skin. Last, she slid her panties down and stepped out of them. Dark hair curled between her legs. Sam had a carefully-concealed stash of men's magazines, but he had never seen a nude woman in the flesh. She was really lovely, rounded and alluring.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked with some amusement, as Sam eagerly drank in the sight.

"Yes," he said. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you." The nurse smiled and walked towards him. "Why don't you feel my breasts for a while? Be gentle."

Sam needed no urging. He took the firm mounds in his hands, kneading them, then stroking the erect nipples, pulling and tugging gently. She sighed in pleasure, and leaned forward slightly to give him better access. Sam fondled her for a few minutes, luxuriating in the warm touch of her.

"Can I suck them?" he asked after a while.

"Of course," the nurse said promptly. She lowered one plump nipple to his lips, and he tentatively flicked it with his tongue before taking it in his mouth. She was moaning softly now. Sam sucked first one breast, then the other, rolling the nipples with his lips and tongue, while stroking the other breast with his fingers. He moved his free hand between her legs, feeling heat and moisture there. He traced the line of the lips, then slid a finger into her, pumping it slowly in and out.

After a long while of this the nurse reluctantly pulled back. She drew back the covers, and pushed his hospital gown aside, smiling in appreciation at his erect cock. Leaning over, she took it in her mouth, her tits swaying so that her erect nipples grazed his leg. The feel of her sucking him was heavenly. After a minute or so she stopped and climbed onto the bed. Straddling his body, she guided the tip of his cock with her hand into her moist pussy, and lowered herself, sighing with pleasure as he entered her.

"Oooo, that feels nice," she breathed. "Now, let's see if we can't wear you out."

The nurse proceeded to fuck Sam with enthusiasm. It was the first time he had ever had sex, and he was tremendously aroused, yet somehow he was able to control himself easily. He cupped her swaying breasts and gently squeezed them in time to her strokes. After a few minutes the nurse shuddered with an orgasm, jamming a fist against her mouth to stifle a loud cry, but paused only briefly before resuming her steady motions. It was nearly twenty minutes before Sam finally let himself go; he came inside her, bringing her to a second, even more powerful orgasm. He felt marvelous, his cock sending spray after spray of semen into her. He had masturbated before, but it had never felt nearly as good as this.

She collapsed on top of him, resting there for several minutes, recovering. Sam held her and stroked her hair, whispering softly in her ear. After a while she roused and got off of him. Taking his softening prick back into her mouth she quickly cleaned him off with her tongue, before restoring his hospital gown and covers to their original state. She quickly dressed, then returned to his side to kiss him.

"Now, get some sleep," she said before turning to go.

"What's your name?" Sam asked her.

She looked back, smiling fondly. "My name is Jenny. Go to sleep."

"Good night, Jenny," Sam said. Closing his eyes, he soon dozed off, the soft roaring sound lulling him to sleep.