Debby Rawlings Private duty nurse
CHAPTER ONE
"Chainsaw accidents depress me," Cindy Winters brooded. Her wild blonde bangs bristled freely in the wind as she pounded her clenched fists into the hard concrete ledge atop Cresthaven Hospital. It was her first-year residence there as a nurse.
A voice from behind drew her attention.
"Don't take it so hard." Patsy Bell, pretty, dark-haired, experienced, set her coffee mug on the ledge and smoothed out her nurse's uniform.
She leaned against the ledge, watching cars and trucks whiz by down below. "Looks like toys."
"Like ants," Cindy muttered.
People went in and out of the hospital, some relaxed, excited, on crutches, in wheelchairs, or gliding in jaunty strides.
Cindy smiled brightly. Her mood changed quickly. "You're right, Patsy. You once said it's all relative."
"I've been here longer than you." Patsy finished her coffee.
"I've got to take the bull by the horns," Cindy said.
"In a manner of speaking."
She grimaced, remembering her next patient. "But a chainsaw accident!"
"It's all on the clipboard. Depersonalize," Patsy grunted softly. "Your break is over. Get to it, girl. With time, these things won't matter. You'll take everything in stride."
Cindy shook her head. "I can handle blood and guts. And crap. But deep cuts get to me."
"Myself, I love enemas."
"Giving or getting?"
"Both." Patsy smiled, dreamy-eyed, and stretched an elbow out. Her coffee mug tipped over the edge and disappeared from sight. "Aw, shit!"
Both nurses peered nervously over the ledge, staring with disbelief at the sight below.
The mug seemed suspended in its slow descent; but it got smaller, as it fell.
Patsy held her breath. "Christ, don't hit anyone!"
The mug was a small dot now. Below, antlike figures, coming in, going out of the hospital, had no idea they were in any kind of jeopardy.
Cindy winced. "It's going to…"
"Hit!" Patsy screamed. Chic of the small, ant-like shapes suddenly collapsed.
"I hit someone!" Patsy howled. Both women jerked away from the ledge and dashed for the stairwell.
Cindy scurried in first. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit!"
"Was it a man or a woman?" Patsy called, scampering behind her blonde cohort.
"How would I know?"
"Hope the mug shattered!"
"Why?"
"Fingerprints. Maybe they'll think it was a brick, or something."
Cindy rounded a corner, then halted, waving her hands. "What do we do?"
Patsy gasped. "Nothing. Do your job. I'm going to emergency. I want to know the condition of the coffee mug victim. And remember, everything's cool. You know nothing!"
"I know nothing."
"We're here to care and comfort."
"I-I'm here to care and comfort."
"I'm taking the elevator. Good luck." Patsy descended another flight of stairs and disappeared.
"Care and comfort, care and comfort," Cindy repeated as she stepped into a brightly lit corridor and raced to her nursing station. Her fingers trembled as she grabbed a clipboard. She shook so bad she couldn't read it.
"You okay?" Doris queried the head nurse, answering the phone.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."
"How was your break?"
"Uh… okay."
"The chainsaw victim. Is that it?"
"Uh-huh." Cindy walked down the hall. Doris sighed. "First-year nurses."
Cindy scurried to the room on the scheduled list. A chainsaw accident. She tried to read the patient's chart again and gave up. Everything was random, unclear, shaky. She pushed through the private-room door.
The room was dark. The blinds were pulled. No TV or radio. Silence. The patient in the bed, a big man, lay unmoving.
"Care and c-comfort," she whispered.
The patient lifted his head groggily.
Cindy blinked rapidly.
His features were finely chiseled, strong. His mouth was prominent, his cock was firm. His chin jutted out earnestly, like a man of quick decision. And sudden action.
Cindy moved awkwardly, like a girl at her first prom.
"I-I'm here to give you comfort and care. Do you… need any comfort? Or care?"
"Come closer," he said.
He turned his head toward her as Cindy neared the side of his bed.
"You're an angel," he said. Cindy blushed. "I'm your nurse."
"Oh. Yeah. The chainsaw thing, I remember now." His head slumped back.
Cindy glanced down the length of his huge body. The sheets covered him like a second skin, and she saw how broadly muscular he was. His legs were there. His arms were there. One of his legs lifted, obscuring his midsection because the sheet had shifted.
Cindy sucked in a quick breath. Maybe his cock or balls had [missing text].
She sighed loudly.
"What's wrong, Angel?"
"Well, uh… I…" She shrugged. "It hurts. But not bad."
Cindy nodded.
"Want to see?"
Cindy backed away, shaking her head, eyes wide. "No! No!"
"But you're an angel."
"Nurse."
"A nurse!"
"H-here to comfort…"
"And care!" He hurled the sheet off, revealing his naked body.
Cindy dropped the clipboard. She covered her eyes, then peeked between her fingers slowly, like watching a gristly scene in a horror movie. Her glance roved down his padded, muscular, hairy chest. God, what a chest? Then lower, to his… God, what a cock! It was a battering ram, angled over his dark bristly pubic hair. His thick cock was at least a foot long in a soft state.
"Everything all right?"
"That's really something!" she stated, moving forward in a daze.
"What are you looking at? My gash is on my lower thigh."
Cindy's eyes were riveted on the man's grand cock. It was huge; its blue veins pulsed faintly. She wanted to touch it, to hold it, to suck it, to stick it into her slavering cunt.
"Is my leg okay?"
"Wh-which one?"
"The left one!"
Cindy forced herself to gaze lower. Just above his knee, a gauzy bandage covered what appeared to be a severe gash.
"Didn't get the muscle, thank heavens!" he said, covering himself with the sheet.
Cindy was snapped out of her lusty reverie. She licked her lips.
"Are you okay, N-Nurse?"
"Nurse Winters. Call me Cindy." She winked.
"I want to call you Angel. You're the first thing I saw when I woke up. And you're a vision."
Cindy swallowed hard, then she went to the door and bolted it from inside, which indicated the patient within was receiving medication, going to the bathroom, or otherwise indisposed. This man was going to be indisposed, she decided. She was hot. She was horny. Earlier she'd been stressed. And now she needed someone to take her excess energy out on. This dude was the ticket.
"What are you doing, Angel?"
"Showing you a bit of heaven," she said, unbuttoning the top button of her nurse's uniform.
"You don't know my name."
"What is it?"
"Rex," he said proudly. "I'm from Texas. My nickname's Rawhide. I was here for a tree cutting job and had a slight accident with my chainsaw."
Cindy hefted her blouse open, revealing her mammoth tit-flesh, which, were bunched together tightly, restrained by her bra. She unsnapped the bra and her huge tits bounded out before the startled Texan.
"Damnation! You must be from Texas, too!"
"No." Cindy wiggled out of her uniform. The white fabric slid down her smooth, creamy flesh. It snagged on her flaring, sexy hips and she rolled her pelvis sexily, causing the uniform to drop to the floor. She stepped out of the uniform and stood before the bug-eyed man. "Silt fire and save matches!" He hissed in a sharp breath of air. His hot cock, growing taut beneath the sheet, lurched into the air.
"Rex, I'm going to tan your bide!"
"Be careful, Angel. I have a cut leg."
"Don't worry. I can do the hard stuff. You just have to cum for me. I have holes which need filling."