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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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