Jesus, it was worse than I had thought.
“ I think you are the best choice for leader. You seem to be doing a great job. I’m going to concentrate on the wounded for now, and you keep doing what you need to do to get us through this.” I was proud of Janie. I knew she was someone special, and she was proving me right. She gave me a hug and back to the salvage crew.
“Is she your girlfriend? You’ve never mentioned her at work,” asked Joelle.
“No, “ I said. “We know each other from Tae Kwon Do. We were supposed to be taking care of the kids until we reached Korea. They had host families to stay with there.”
“She’s pretty great,” Joelle said. “I wish I was capable like her. I haven’t accomplished much while you were out. I kept hoping you would wake up and help. I’ve been pretty overwhelmed.”
“Joelle, you have been fantastic. You fixed Connor’s leg and my head, and I know you patched up a bunch of other folks and got them working again. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Despite her talents, I knew she tended to be pretty self-critical. “Show me the rest of our patients and let’s get them fixed up.”
“OK.” She shook off her self-pity. “I really want you to look at the field hockey coach. I’m worried about her.”
She had a right to be. The woman had a huge bruise on the side of her head. She was still unconscious, but at least her pupils were equal and she responded to pain by moving. Her right leg was a mess, with an open fracture that had been dressed with gauze, and a pale, cool foot below.
“She’s got no pulse in that foot,” I said. “I bet the fracture has injured the artery. We need to straighten the leg and reduce the bone, and figure out some sort of traction.”
We jury-rigged a system with a seat cushion, some cord, and a tree. When it was ready, I had Joelle pull the foot while I held the woman’s thigh. She groaned as the protruding bone slid back inside the wound. Suddenly blood began spurting from the opening, spraying Joelle’s torso.
“Crap! She’s got an arterial laceration. It must have been compressed by the bone fragments. Find something useful in the med kit!” I yelled as I pulled apart the wound edges. More by luck than skill I found the bleeder, and Joelle handed me a hemostat and a suture to tie it off. Fortunately for our patient, it was only one branch of the lower leg arterial system, and she had regained a pulse in the foot with the leg straightened. We got our traction system attached and managed to catch our breath.
Joelle was obviously upset, and at first I thought it was because she had been covered in blood. She surprised me, though, by bursting into tears and wailing, “I’m hopeless at this! I should have caught the pulseless foot! I might have cost that poor woman her leg!” With that she ran off into the trees that lined the beach.
I chased after her, yelling her name, until I caught up to her near a small waterfall tumbling into an underlying pool of fresh water. Joelle was sitting on a rock, sobbing and hugging herself. I knelt next to her, murmuring comforting nonsense, and pulled her to me. She buried her face in my chest, crying uncontrollably. I just held her and rocked her, letting her wind down. When she had progressed to sniffles and hiccups. I sat across from her and held her shoulders in my hands. Looking into her tear-filled eyes I told her, “You need to quit beating up on yourself. You recognized she was sick; that’s half the battle. If you hadn’t called my attention to her, I wouldn’t have been able to help her. Remember, I’ve had trauma training and you haven’t. I’m supposed to be able to handle stuff like that. And I couldn’t have done it without your help.”
She looked doubtful. “I don’t know,” she said. “I just have been so down lately, and all of this,” she gestured around her “has just pushed me over the edge. I know I’m good at what I do, but I feel like a failure. I never got into medical school like my parents wanted. I can’t get a decent date, I’m way behind my sister in starting a family, and now a may never get a chance.”
I felt terrible for her. How could someone so terrific not know how special she was?
“I know for a fact you could have gotten into medical school if it hadn’t been for your visa status. You told me that story yourself. I can’t explain your lack of dates. I think you are the perfect woman. You are smart, funny, capable, independent, and sexy as hell.” This came pouring out of me in a rush. I had never told her this at work; it seemed like a bad idea given our professional relationship. Doctors had lost their jobs coming on to nurses they supervised.
She looked at me, stunned. “I had no idea you felt that way. Why didn’t you say something? “ I explained my reasoning. It seemed pretty lame under our present circumstances.
“Plus,” I said, looking away from her in embarrassment, ”I have always been a bit of a player. I thought you were looking for something more permanent.”
“Maybe I was, but lately I’m just a lonely woman looking for someone I can care about. I don’t want to die a virgin.”
What?
“You’ve never been with a man? I can’t believe that!” She was way too hot not to have been hounded by boys throughout high school and college. Had she really never given in?
“It’s true,” she said ruefully. “Oh I could have. I had a few boyfriends, and we made out a few times. I never went all the way. My parents said it was wrong. Now I wonder. I’ve been the ‘good girl’ all my life and I end up a lonely virgin in a plane crash, while my sister, the slut, ends up happily married with 2 kids and is safe at home.” Tears again welled up in her beautiful eyes.
I held her to me. “I don’t know if it helps,” I said, “but if I were one of your boyfriends I wouldn’t have taken no for an answer. You are just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She laughed against my neck. Pulling away and looking up at me, she said, “You really mean that?”
“Absolutuely.”
“What would you do if you were my boyfriend?” she asked coyly.
My heart began to pound. Was this an opportunity?
“First, I would do this.” I ran my hand through her thick, brown hair. She had tied it up on the back of her head, and I released it so it cascaded over her shoulders. “Then I would do this.” I pulled her head to me and kissed her gently on each eyelid, on her nose, and on her full lips. Her breathing was quickening and her eyes were bright.
“And then what?”
“And then I would do this.” I stood up, pulling her to her feet. I slid my hands down her back and onto her firm butt. I caressed the twin globes while parting her lips with my tongue. She threw her arms around me and returned the kiss with enthusiasm.
“ I think I want you to be my first, “ she said in a trembling voice. “ I think I want you to take me now.”
I was just as nervous as she was, not my usual status with the ladies. “Are you sure?”
She bit her lip and nodded shyly at me. I planted another long, slow kiss on those enticing lips, and ran my tongue over her teeth. She slid hers into my mouth in response and we explored each other with mouths and hands. I had a raging erection now, and I was sure she could feel it through my pants.
I had an idea how to make this more interesting. “Let’s get you cleaned up first,” I said with a grin, and taking her in my arms, jumped into the pool at the base of the waterfall. She gasped and sputtered, but made no protest as I slowly unbuttoned her bloodstained blouse. I made a halfhearted attempt to wash it off in the water, then shrugged and tossed it on the rocks for later. Her full breasts strained against the thin cotton of her wet bra, now nearly transparent. Her gorgeous D-cup mounds were heaving with every breath, and her nipples were two fat brown points stretching the fabric over her large areolae. I washed the blood from her arms and shoulders, and from the soft pooch of her belly.
Sliding my hands down to her full hips I kissed her once more. She hastily unbuckled my pants and frantically yanked them off, panting heavily. I guess she had waited long enough for her first cock! My erection was bulging through my wet shorts, and she seemed transfixed. I had watched her put catheters in men before, and it had always gotten me hard imagining her touching my schlong instead of theirs. She looked at me and I nodded. Her hand stretched out and caressed the bulging head of my dick through the wet fabric.
I gave an involuntary moan as she squeezed the sensitive flesh. She slipped her fingers under the waistband and pulled it over my swollen member. It sprang to attention, bobbing in time to my pounding pulse. I shimmied off the undies and she tossed them next to her blouse. Her warm hand on my scrotum was a sharp contrast to the cold water dripping off it. She wrapped her other hand around my shaft, pulling the clinging foreskin off of the engorged purple head, studying it avidly.
“It’s bigger than I imagined it would be,” she said softly.
She had been imagining my cock while we were at work? The thought made me even hornier, if that was possible.
“It’s not always this big, but it usually is when you are in the room,” I said honestly. “You always get me going.”
She blushed prettily. She was now stroking my penis gently while fondling my dangling nuts with the other hand. She looked away from my intense gaze. “I sometimes imagined doing this at night when I was in bed. I sometimes had to touch myself. I know that’s slutty, but it’s true.”
“Feelings like that are perfectly normal,” I assured her. “You’re a 32 year old virgin. That’s anything but slutty. The things I imagined about you were a lot more intense.”
“Like what?” she asked playfully, pulling on my meat harder and twisting her hand in a way that was giving me goosebumps.
“Well…I’ll show you what I was doing to you later, but you were doing some things to me with your mouth that I sure enjoyed.”
“Something like this?” she said, and knelt on the sandy bottom of the pool and engulfed my throbbing cock in her warm mouth.
“God, yes!” I groaned, savoring the delicious sensations as another one of my fantasies came true. Her inexperience didn’t stop her from attacking my prick with enthusiasm. She slid her generous lips down the length of my shaft until the swollen head collided with the back of her throat. She gagged and pulled back, then slowly began bobbing her head up and down, establishing a rhythm and a depth that was more comfortable for her. Soon she got her tongue into the act, caressing the sensitive skin around the head and down the underside of the shaft with its sensual warmth. She was moaning with each slurp, and her love noises harmonized with the sounds of agonizing pleasure she was drawing from my constricted throat.
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