“David please believe me,” she was almost begging, “they are rich, they have powerful friends and they are totally ruthless. The way I am taking is the only way and you cannot help.”
“But I…”
“No. Say no more.” Wendy was firm but I did not want to let it go. I was about to continue when she said, “I said two answers.”
“Yes.” I was confused.
“You are fifty six, I am fifty seven,” Wendy stating the obvious, “and neither of us wants to wait another nineteen years.”
“Definitely not.” I replied firmly.
“My task is nearing the end and if you want to wait…”
“I’ll wait.” My turn to sound desperate.
“We can retire early, both of us, maybe in a few years, and spend our Winter together.”
“Just one winter?” My hopes had been raised then dashed.
“Our Winter.” Wendy said. “I believe our lives have four seasons. Our first time was Spring, our second was Summer this is our Fall and when I return we have Winter.”
“Winter is cold.” I said ruefully.
“All the more reason to cuddle up.” The desire was obvious and Wendy’s hand again searched me out through the sheet.
She stroked me for a while and my blood rushed to be close to her hand.
“I know we said we shouldn’t say anything, but Mary Ann?’ I asked carefully.
“She’s good and it worked but I can’t say any more with my mouth full.” Said Wendy, gripping tighter.
“Your mouth isn’t…”
Wendy pulled the sheet down and pushed the hospital robe up. My cock was standing to attention and she dived on it.
“Well, maybe it is.” I said.
Wendy sucked me down while her tongue pressed just behind the head.
“Mary Ann who?” I mumbled as the sensations grew.
I think the noise Wendy made was meant to be the word good, but it was pretty hard to tell.
“Be careful,” I said as the feelings got stronger, “I am not as young as I used to be and I am only good for one a night these days.”
Mumble. I don’t know what she meant.
“Sometimes it just fails in the middle of it or won’t perform at all.” I continued with my teeth clenched.
Mumble. Still no idea.
I felt it coming closer, and considering all the teasing I had suffered without release it should not have been a surprise that is was going to be that quick.
“I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.” I was almost screaming.
“What the hell is going on here?” A voice yelled. I jumped. Wendy pulled away, embarrassed at being caught for the second time and we both looked toward the door.
A nurse had come in the room and she was not at all happy. She looked at Wendy, and realizing she was not a staff nurse asked, “Who are you and what are you doing turning my hospital into a brothel?”
“Oh god no.” Said someone. I think it was me.
Nurse Godzilla stood there, hands on her hips waiting for an explanation and looking like an angry primary school teacher. Early thirties I would guess and she was solid with an athletic and slightly butch look, tall, broad shoulders, small hips, short cut blonde hair, square cut nails with white nail polish and a scowl that would cower a Prime Minister.
Wendy recovered first. You would expect that because she wasn’t just lying there with a massive cock pointing out the light fittings lack of ornate detail.
“Who are you and what are you doing barging into a private room?” She asked quietly.
Godzilla cracked it for the shits.
“How dare you question me bitch?” She screamed walking toward Wendy. “I’m the Matron, this is my hospital and what I say goes.”
Wendy was standing there not moving as Godzilla screamed from a couple of inches away.
“There is no such thing as a private room here and I’m going to throw your slutty little ass out of here faster than…”
I didn’t see Wendy hit Godzilla but she went down hard, suddenly silent.
“Oh God no.” Me again.
“Do I have a slutty little ass?” Wendy asked quietly.
“Uh, no?” I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say.
“Am I a bitch?” She asked a bit louder.
“Definitely not.” I answered.
“Then,” Wendy said, looking at Godzilla gurgling softly on the floor, “I think I need to talk to this… person.”
Wendy hauled Godzilla to her feet and walked her out of the room.
I covered my once again shrunken cock and lay helpless in the bed waiting for the sound of sirens or the yelling of security guards thinking whatever Wendy was doing with her life that was so important was going to have to be explained to a magistrate.
Nothing happened for about ten minutes then a nurse came in quietly in.
“What happened?” She asked.
“I’m not really sure.” I answered.
“Was that Matron Roberts?” She asked me.
“Butch athlete, short blonde hair and white nail polish?” I asked.
“That’s her.” Said the nurse.
“Godzilla.” I said mostly to myself.
The nurse giggled but said nothing for a while.
“Did that girl hit her?”
“I didn’t see her do that.” I said truthfully.
“Oh dear,” the nurse said, “Matron Roberts has had a bad week.”
“Really?” I did not know what to say.
“She’s, you know, a lesbian,” the nurse continued, “and her partner left her this week.”
“Sad.” I’m not sure who was sad but someone must have been.
“They’d been together since school.” The nurse said.
“Uh huh.” I’d run out of conversation.
“She’s been in a bitch of a mood ever since.” The nurse was rambling.
“Mmmm.” Another intelligent reply from David.
“And she really hit her?” A curious question only.
“She went very quiet very quick.” I answered.
“Shit.” Said the nurse.
“Shit.” Agreed the patient.
For the next two hours I waited for the storm to break, trying to think of a plausible story to keep Wendy out of trouble. Occasionally a different nurse would poke her head in the door, look at me and then leave without saying anything. It must have been serious because they all forgot to undo the extra buttons. There was whispering and a bit of muffled giggling outside as the story spread.
I was in a pretty bad state when Wendy walked confidently back into the room. Lost for words again I just stared as she walked to the bed, pulled the sheet down and the gown up (again) and grabbed my dick.
I think my dick was still in shock because there was very little reaction.
“Wendy?” I asked.
“Mmmm?”
“What happened to Godzilla?”
She looked at me. “Godzilla?”
“Matron Roberts. You know, the one you um… had a talk to.”
“Oh, you mean Tash,” said Wendy with a smile, “we came to an agreement.”
“What, no trouble?” I asked incredulously.
“No trouble,” Wendy confirmed, “and I have arranged a bit of privacy.”
“You are amazing,” I told her, “now kiss me.”
Wendy leaned over me and we kissed. It was a very long kiss and the first thing I noticed was the taste of a woman on Wendy. With some sudden questions coming to mind I tried to pull away but she held me in the kiss until I had settled down.
We finally broke apart.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Tash was a bit upset, so we went into an office to talk.” Wendy was very matter of fact. “She has had some problems this week and it was suddenly all too much for her and she broke down. I comforted her and all of a sudden it got a bit… heavy.”
“Wow.” Same man, same vocabulary I guess.
“I comforted her and she held me and then she wanted to go on with it. I must admit I was curious so go on we did.”
“You and Godz…” Wendy gave me a dirty look, “um… you and Tash um… did it?” I felt like I was at school telling stories behind the shelter shed.
“Yes we did.” Wendy seemed quite happy and I realized how many things I did not know about her. “I had never been with a woman before and like I said I was curious.”