- You are not asleep? - There was a female whisper.

I exhaled with relief and replied:

- Not.

- I'm your nurse, I need to change the bandages.

“Come in,” I said.

The door opened just enough to let a thin strip of light from the corridor into the room, and closed again.

And then a bright lamp flashed right above me. I involuntarily closed my eyes.

“Sorry, but I can't bandage you in the dark,” said the nurse and carefully tucked the corner of my blanket.

- Nothing, now pass, - I smiled, blinking.

And when my eyes got used to the light, I could see it. She stood in the far corner of the room next to the chair and changed her back to me. Dark curly hair to the shoulders, a guitar-type figure, full legs, covered in tight black tights. And the straps of a beige bra cut into the skin too much. Not my type, but youth is immediately remembered. When I was still meeting my ex, I had a friend, the mother’s daughter of a neighbor — red-haired, loose, with big breasts and thick booty, covered with freckles, it seemed, from top to bottom. She even had dark spots on her genital lips. But she was a hefty, like a good sow. And this one is as small as a grain disheveled inch.

Meanwhile, she put on a white robe, gathered her hair under a blue non-woven hat and turned to face me. And then she came across in my opinion. And flushed with paint.

I grinned and raised my eyes to the ceiling.

She went to the nightstand to the left of my bed, pulled out bandages and some jars and tubes, then gently pulled the blanket off my chest and pulled up my shirt.

“Is it your responsibility to just dress me up?”

“No, still wash, change clothes, feed, help get up and walk when the doctor allows, clean the room and carry out your other minor tasks,” she did not look at my face.

Cute - her face is round, her cheeks are plump, her lips are soft and pale pink, her eyelashes are long, her eyes are bright. And she is all native and simple, she smells of wet earth and spring meadow from her, that I could not restrain myself and reached out to her cheek.

- You are very pretty ...

She gave me a confused look, cutting the bandages.

“You, too ... nothing ...” She flushed again when my hand reached down to her shoulder and slipped on my chest. - Sorry, I have to ... wash you ...

I removed my hand and nodded.

And while she poured water into a small basin in the washbasin, which was located behind a translucent screen, I reflected. There was no indignation, indignation, anger in her look. It was as if she herself did not mind me touching her chest. Maybe she is ready to go further?

The nurse returned to the bed, shifted the blanket to the side and, hugging me by the neck, untied the ties of the shirt.

“Your fingers are very tender,” I remarked, as she leaned toward the pelvis.

“Such a job,” she smiled and began to gently rub my shoulders and chest.

I spread my hands to the sides, ostensibly so that she could also wash my armpits, and in fact to check. When my fingers squeezed her ass, she slightly shuddered, burst into a flush, but did not pull away, did not scream, did not kick, or otherwise try to stop me.

I pulled her skirt up. She gasped convulsively, but continued her work.

- Do you always go to work without panties? - I asked, stroking her naked charms.

She breathed more often and did not answer.

Then I hugged her under the ass and tried to throw at myself. A sharp pain immediately pierced my chest.

- What are you doing? You will have seams! She exclaimed softly. - I ... myself ... Let me just finish the dressing ...

How curious, I thought, while she carefully wrapped me with a bandage, did she come here for that? Hmm ...

After finishing the dressing, pouring out water from the pelvis and turning off the light, she climbed on me.

“Actually, you still can’t,” she remarked, gropingly trying to get my organ into the vagina.

- And if you yourself will do everything?

She sighed:

- Then you can ... oh-oh-oh ... - and it sank heavily on my feet.

“Ummmmmm,” I moaned and bit my lip.

She began to move, slowly and carefully at first, then faster and faster, sinking deeper and deeper. I could barely hold back the moans, but she bit the finger of her right hand. But, as she did not try, she did not move rhythmically, and all the time she strove to move somewhere aside. I held her hips with my hands, but that was not enough.

After several minutes of such torment, she fell onto my chest, frantically sobbing. Then I corrected the angle and began to move my hips in the rhythm in which it was convenient for me. She quietly whined into my shoulder, and her silky lips gently stroked my collarbone.

When finished, I just threw it off me on the floor. For a few more minutes, she sat next to the bed, breathing heavily, and then got up and went to the far corner of the room, where, next to the chair where she was changing clothes, there was a small couch.

But I did not even ask her name, I thought, falling asleep ...

Two weeks flew by.

During the day, I was visited by Milan, at night the nurse was entertaining. Sometimes Theodore Rudolfovich came in, was interested in my well-being. I always answered that everything is fine. About Roman Alexandrovich, he no longer spoke.

I did not bother to find out the name of the nurse ...

And two weeks later, when I was allowed to get up, I was asked to go to the city, citing the need to visit my mother and friends.

At first I went to the post office. In my subscriber box, where I sent all the letters from home, lay a lone telegram. Neighbor aunt Lucy reported that her mother had died and that the funeral was scheduled for the fifteenth. I am late.

The cupboard in my heart moved and the grown up worm flashed because of it. I brushed away the tear and locked the door.

I spent the whole day wandering around the city, and when it began to get dark, I went to the store, bought the most expensive wine and candy, and at the bus stop in the tent - the largest bouquet of dark red roses.

Olya greeted me coldly.

I put wine and candy on the table in the kitchen. Tried to kiss her on the cheek, handing the flowers, but she pulled away from me.

“You haven't been there for two weeks,” she said, looking as the wine poured into the glass.

- I was ill...

- Could at least call ...

- I did not have the opportunity...

- I'm pregnant ... eight weeks term ...

- I'll give you money for an abortion ...

- Not...

- What do you mean, no?

- I will not have an abortion ...

- Why?

She did not answer.

I got up and went to the window.

For a while we were silent.

“I don't want to burden you,” she said at last.

I did not answer.

- Senya, please tell me you love me? - she suddenly hugged my legs. And when she managed to creep up to me?

“Stand up, it's bad for you ...” In confusion, I tried to lift her from the floor.

- Do you love me? - she rested.

I shook my head:

- In the morning I will leave ... forever ...

She rose from the floor, slowly walked to the door to the corridor, and, holding the joint, turned to me. A terrible smile played on her face:

“Today Lyudmila Razumovna and Lena were summoned to the police ...” I shivered. - They were taken to the identification ... In the abandoned career they found the bodies of three people ... They were Oleg Stepanovich, Kostya and Zhenya ... They had bullet wounds to the head and shot their knees ...

With these words, she left the kitchen, and I sat down heavily on a stool and clasped my head in my hands. The worm - or rather a huge mutant worm - knocked the door, crawled out into the lighted place and looked down on me reproachfully and sadly. It can not be ... although Milana said something about it ... I still do not believe ... God, what have I done?

I drank all the wine myself. Then he finished his vodka, which was in the refrigerator at Oli. Then he found an opened bottle of brandy. Then ... Read more →