nursing HIM spinal column TO HEALTH

Ivy had just gotten home from the hospital when she called Clarissa on her cellular phone.

It was an ahead of time Saturday eventide in mid-July. Ivy had gotten a call option at work from her mother telling her that her sidekick Bret was in surgery after a hit in a baseball game that afternoon. Ivy managed a vesture entrepot and left immediately to satisfy her parents at the hospital. After respective hours waiting around they learned that Bret had serious leg problem and would be laid up for a while. His ankle was broken and his knee was too, or damn close, the X-ray were inconclusive. But if it wasn't broken it was bent-grass, wrenched, torn, turned, strained, sprained, hyper-extended and seriously fucked up. After surgery Bret was one-half at peace and flying high, so once his family members learned he was okay they left the hospital and headed home. They would go back in the morning.

"Hey, lady friend,"Ivy said when Clarissa answered her phone."break news program, no pun intended. Guess who's been admitted to the hospital on your floor ?"

"Who ?"

"My niggling brother."

"Get out. Really ?"

"You're on four Dixieland, right ? orthopaedics ?"

"Of course."

"fountainhead, we just got back home after a few hours in the wait room and then they put him in your unit. I didn't see you, though."

"I'm on nights this calendar week. What happened ?"

"Don't know all the inside information. He was playing ball and had a collision with another musician. The other guy was okay. Bret went to the hospital."

"I go in at football team. I will check on him overnight."

"I'm sure you will,"Ivy said.

-- --

Ivy and Clarissa were both now twenty-eight years old, had been best friends since first level. They went through elementary school, middle school and high up school together, close as could be, thick as stealer, despite their differences. Both were slim, curvey and attractive, Ivy white-skinned and blonde, while Clarissa had black hair with olive pelt, the girl of a Lebanese dad and a raven-haired American mom.

They went on to different universities. Clarissa achieved a bachelor of scientific discipline in Nursing, and was now an RN on the orthopedic unit at the community hospital. Ivy wanted to be a writer, majored in English, and had published several short history. She managed a retail clothing storage to pay the bills while writing in her spare time, mostly short-change report, but hoping to save a novel.

They grew up together. Did everything together. Double-dated for the prom. Told each other everything. And over the years Clarissa had always felt, and had told Ivy numerous time, that she thought her piffling Brother Bret was cute, even though he was seven years younger. Seven years is a huge age departure when you are kids, with no mutual friends, seems almost like different generations. But that was then ; now they weren't small fry anymore.

-- --

Bret has grown into a blamed good-looking unseasoned man, was Clarissa's first thought when she saw him there, although all she could see of him was his sap, handsome aspect, mussed blond hair and broad berm. He had a exclusive way, and was lying in the hospital bed, mostly covered up with his aright leg elevated in a soft plaster cast that went from his foot up to six inches above his knee. He looked like he was dozing.

"Hello, Bret ?"

He looked up at this nanny at his bedside wearing green scrub, a good-looking gal with a thin face, glum skin color and her black whisker tied back."Yes…"

"I'm your night nurse. think back me ?"she said, and pointed to her name tag.

"Clarissa !"he said with a smiling, and tried to sit up a little straighter."God, I haven't seen you for years."

"I know, it's been a recollective time. Ivy called me when you were admitted. severalise me to bring soundly concern of you."

"Everybody's been outstanding so far."

"That's good to get a line. Mind if I sit with you for a few minute ?"she asked.

"Not at all. I could use the company. It's hard to log Z's anyway with the buzzers and beeper and the blood force per unit area cuff squeezing my arm like a vise every hour."

Clarissa pulled a chair up beside his bed."So what happened to you ? A lilliputian mishap on the egg field ?"

"You could say that. I'm a pitcher on my college team, but the four-in-hand like us to play summer ball too, you know, to keep open in embodiment, so I've been playing on this semi-pro team. We had a double-header down feather at the sports park. I pitched the world-class biz, that went well, we won 4-2, but in the second plot they put me in at second base. I hadn't played diamond since highschool school, and back then I played shortstop, not moment, so I was out-of-position. Anyway this big black guy who was at bat took a big swing and hit a little dribbler between the pitcher's knoll and the first floor line. The commencement baseman charged the ball so I had to overcompensate first. I got my footwork all screwed up and collided with this huge guy running to the full speed down the service line and we bashed stifle. Felt like I was hit by a truck. I got flipped head-over-heels and came down hard on my leg. He got up, but when I tried to bear up I fainted. Ended up here, and I'll be here a few twenty-four hours. My knee is all fucked up. So is my ankle."

"I know. I read your chart."

"So, the rest of my summer is officially down the tubes. I'll be sitting on my ass for a few hebdomad and then rehab. Ugh."

"You are young and healthy. I wouldn't be surprised to find that you are a immobile healer."

"Leslie Townes Hope so. I'm off to a good start. I have a expert Nox nurse. secure looking too."

Clarissa smiled shyly, blushed."Thank you,"she said.

"I'm serious, Clarissa. You really bet ripe. And want to know a secret ?"

"What's that ?"

"I always had a crush on you."

Clarissa was mum, didn't know what to say. Had Ivy told him that she had told her that she thought he was cunning all those years ago ?

"You had a compaction on me ? But you were…"

"I know, I was just a dumb kid. I was like nine or ten when you and Ivy were in mellow schoolhouse. I know it sounds ridiculous, that's why I never told anyone."

"Well, I heard that by the time you got to high school day, you were beating the daughter off with a stick."

"Nah, not really. Just nasty hearsay,"he said with a grin.

They talked for a while, reminiscing and laughing about the old days. He told her some college story, she told him some hospital tarradiddle. The conversation flowed easily, no endeavor at all. Finally Clarissa glanced at her watch.

"Well, I better get back to study,"she said, and stood up and slid her chair back to its original topographic point."I'll arrest on you later."

"okeh, thanks for coming by, it was gracious talking to you. My door is always open."

She chuckled and said,"I'll remember that. Bye,"and left the room.

She checked on him in the eye of the night and he was healthy asleep. In the break of the day at the end of her fracture, she looked in on him again and he was awake. She said adieu and told him she would see him that dark when she came back to work.

"speech sound upright. My room access is always open"he said again, and they shared smiles.

He's still awful damn cute, Clarissa thought to herself, as she walked to the nurse's station.

-- --

The future evening Clarissa was anxious to get to the hospital and go to work. Night shifts were always low-keyed and made for easy work because the patients were winding down and gear up for bed, and most slept through the night and needed minimum attention. That was one of the reason she didn't mind rotating to nights, because the work was easygoing, usually stress-free unless some kind of exigency arose, and with the pay differential she earned extra money. But none of that was what made her anxious to get to work.

She was unquiet to see Bret. Preparing to go to forge, she found herself applying a touch modality of eye makeup and a dab of lip colour, which she rarely wore on her job. But she'd thought of him throughout the day, how attractive he was, and how well-spoken he was. Their conversation had been so rude, she could give talked to him for 60 minutes. And he said he always had a jam on her. Does he still ? She knew it was crazy, he's only twenty-one years old, seven twelvemonth younger. He was in Little League when I went off to college for God's rice beer, she thought.

Clarissa got to her floor too soon, and went to see Bret. He grinned broadly and was obviously glad to see her.

"How are you feeling this night, dearest ?"

"I'm doing okay,"he said."Got poked and prodded by medico all day, and they're optimistic, said there may be hope for me yet. Plus, I had a bath. That was badly needed. I feel almost human."

"That's in force, Bret,"she said."You sound unspoiled. Did your family visit you today ?"

"Oh, yeah. My parents came in the morning. Mom stayed almost of day, but my Dad left to play golf. Ivy stopped by for a few minute this afternoon, plus a couple of my buddies."

"Everybody is concerned. They care about you."

"Yeah, I know. I told them not to worry, because I'm getting top notch care and my night nurse if off the charts."

Then, that cunning grin of his. It practically melted her, Clarissa was smitten. How can I feel this way ?, she wondered, I've known this guy since he was a little kid. She pulled the same president up to his bedside and had a bum. They talked for a piece, more easy, effortless stream-of-consciousness conversation, with a few memory board, a few laughs, and a duad of flirts. Then she told him she had to plug in and catch up, but once she made her rounds and could need a happy chance she'd be back to see him.

She got caught up in work for the succeeding three hours, but her judgement was often on Bret. And some of the thoughts she was having about him surprised her. And no doubt they would surprise Ivy too.

It was nearly three a.m. when she went back to check on him. She stood beside the bed and watched him sleep for a mo. The spark was still on, and a soft-cover rule book was on the mattress next to him. She picked up the Scripture and put it on the bedside table, dimmed the lighter and retake her fundament beside him. Then she noticed something.

The hospital gown he wore was loose, he had evidently untied it behind him for comfort and the slim material was resting on his groin. Clarissa let out a minuscule gasp when she noticed the shape that the cloth was sheathing. It was unmistakable : Bret had an hard-on, and it looked to be of good size. Clarissa resisted the urge to reach out and touch it.

Then the blood pressure manacle on Bret's arm went into action, pumping and hissing and squeezing as it did every 60 minutes, and he woke up. When he saw Clarissa sitting beside him he smiled.

"hullo,"she said.

"hi,"he said.

"Are you happy to see me ?"

"Yes. It's not very often that I wake up in the middle of the Night and find a pretty woman sitting beside me."

Clarissa smiled coyly and said,"Do you often wake up in the midsection of the night with one of those ?"nodding at the gibbousness between his legs.

"Fairly often."

"Do they in conclusion long ?"

"They can."

"Are they atrocious ?"

"Yeah, if it's stretched to the max like it is right now."

"Does it go away on its own ?"

"Sometimes. But like I said, I don't usually wake up with a somewhat woman like you beside me. I don't think it's going away anytime soon, not while we are sitting here talking about it."

"So. You need some easement ?"

"Yeah,"he nodded, hopeful.

Clarissa took a thick breath, glanced at the open door to the room. The story was quiet, the room mostly in the dark. She looked at Bret, put her index finger to her sassing. Quiet.

Even as she did what she did next, she had a toilsome time believing she was doing it. She folded back the gown, and there it was, and even in the semi-darkness she could see that Bret was curvaceous. His shaft lay against his belly, swollen and long, its black helmet pointing northward of his umbilicus. She licked her lips and reached for it.

Its girth felt firm and fat in her handwriting when she wrapped her finger's breadth around it, its heat radiated into her medal. She stroked it, easily at first, a gentle rhythm, and Bret murmured softly and his midriff squirmed with pleasure. Normally his pegleg would be flailing with delight, but he tried to still them, especially the correctly one. Clarissa cupped his ballock with her other handwriting, massaged them gently as she gradually picked up the pace, jerking him, felt them release in her grip. Bret hissed wet, airy breaths between clutched teeth as his cock was stroked and his testis were stoked by this knavish old woman, his nurse, his sister's lifelong Quaker, his childhood crush.

Within three min his cock exploded. It was the kind of orgasm when a man can palpate the sizzling burn all the way up from his balls through the school principal of his prick. His semen shot in emphatic spirt like steam from a busted pipe, all over his abdomen and chest.

Clarissa rubbed his jism into his peel, the arduous flesh of his abs, his nipples, his chest and crotch. She dabbed her fingertip into his cum-filled navel and tasted him. She leaned over, put her lips to his ear and said,"Don't tell anyone."

"I won't,"he whispered, breathless.

She kissed him on cheek and said,"Sweet dreams."

-- --

Clarissa was both emotional and appalled by what she'd done, found it heavy to trust that it had actually happened. She knew it was wrong, but she rationalized it. She'd known him most of her life, he was her best ally's brother, she was a nanny, comforting him, easing his bother, administering T.L.C. to the Nth degree. She knew Bret enjoyed it, that was obvious, but she had enjoyed it too. Giving him pleasure gave her delight. It made her feel bold, and it made her feel good.

The next night she checked on Bret at the starting time of her fault. She entered his room and strode up to his bedside. He was propped up reading his book.

"Hello, Bret, how are you doing ?"she asked.

"Hi Clarissa. I'm doing well,"he replied. Then in a lower voice added :"But not as adept as I was last night !"

Clarissa blushed, then whispered,"I've never done anything like that before. I hope you don't think I'm a slovenly woman or anything…"

Bret reached out and grabbed her hand, held it tight."Hey Clarissa, listen. It was beautiful. I've thought of nothing else but you ever since. If I wasn't crippled at the moment, I'd sweep you off your feet and run away with you."His expectant, firm paw felt honest wrapped around hers.

She chuckled and said,"wellspring, let's get you healed up commencement before we think about that, okay ?"

"Okay."

"I'll let you get back to your meter reading. I'll come back and mark off on you again later."

"Please do. We'll be make for you."

She shook her head as she was leaving."You are a risque boy."

"My door is always open,"he called behind her. Clarissa was smiling on the way out.

-- --

quaternary a.m. The beat time overnight. Not much to do. Nurses would do a lilliputian reading, or do some paperwork, or trifle Solitaire on the computer. Clarissa slipped down to Bret's elbow room. She knew what she wanted to do.

The light were dimmed. Bret was still, looked to be asleep. She went to the side of his bed.

"I've been waiting for you,"he said, startling her. She sat.

"I'm here."

"I see that."His hand surrounded hers again. It felt good.

"Listen, Bret,"Clarissa said softly."There's something I have to recount you."

"What ?"

"What I did last night. It was incorrect. It was counter to the computer code of moral principle. And I never did anything like that before. But it didn't seem wrong, somehow it just felt natural because I have known you for so retentive. And I've sentiment about it, and thought about you, ever since."

She felt his hand liquidity crisis even compressed around hers.

"May I kiss you ?"Bret asked.

"Yes."

He pulled her hand toward him and the rest of her came with it. Their mouths met gracefully, and soon their backtalk parted and their tongues slipped through and gently danced, and pranced, and probed, and tasted.

"That was prissy,"Clarissa said.

By this sentence, Bret's putz was distended to the max, and it didn't go unnoticed by Clarissa. She uncovered it, again marveled at it. She traced her fingertip along its distance, and it rose to her touch. She cupped his balls in one hired man, sweetly caressing them, took his shaft in her other. She looked into his eyes.

"For medicinal purposes…"she said. He nodded. Then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

Bret stifled a groan with the spinal column of his hand. He felt her mouth surround his bloated member and her nimble fingers embrace his scrotum. He arched his back to ease more of him into her. He put his hand behind her header and kneaded her neck opening and scalp and shoulders as she sucked him.

Clarissa's head bobbed up and down in a easy calendar method. His cock was hanker and wide and warm and with each apparent motion more of it would arrive at its way into her mouth until it was at the back of her throat. She didn't want to gag so she backed off slightly so that she had a comfortable, packed mouthful and sucked him with added military unit while her hand gave his balls a round massage. She felt the soft swing of Bret's groin gloam into sync with her. They kept at it, gradually picking up, adding rhythm section to their tempo, making euphony together with barely a strait, a mutual accelerando, Clarissa playing his instrument for the first sentence and not missing a note.

Bret was floating on an windy walking on air. He didn't want it to end, but he felt his cauldron coming to a boiling point and knew he was going to pop his top pretty darn soon. When he felt Clarissa's index finger enter his asshole, that was all she wrote.

His ass lurched up off the mattress when he came, sending a quivery jolt of pain through his veracious leg. But damn, it hurt so good. Cum erupted out of his cock, to which Clarissa's speak stayed plastered, through multiple thrusts and spurts. Her rima oris filled with his seed and oozed from the street corner of her oral fissure. Finally his cramp abated, her finger came out of his ass, and his cock came out of her mouth.

She barely had metre to accept before Bret pulled her straits up to his and mashed his mouth onto hers. His tongue plowed between her sassing with a feral force-out and filled her mouth, it was almost like having another dick in there. She sucked on it.

It was a farsighted buss. Clarissa felt Bret's hands firmly roaming her consistence, pulling her to him, one behind her caput, the other on her ass. Their tongue skated together on the cum still in her mouth. When the osculation ended, she had to pass over some off of her chin.

"Clarissa, I don't know what to say,"Bret whispered."That was unbelievable. I wish I wasn't an invalid right hand now, I wish I could…"

"Ssssh."

"I wan na tear your dress off and…"

"Ssssh. That sounds good to me, there will be time for that later on. number one you have to sharpen on getting healed up and healthy."She kissed him again. Then she patted his penis and added,"Now you can get some sleep."

She headed for the restroom. She needed to cleanse herself up a petty. And down a short, too.

-- --

Clarissa had the next two days off, and she thought of Bret constantly, and hoped that he was thinking of her. She thought of visiting him, or maybe calling, but decided against it because she thought some of her coworkers, and maybe even Bret's family, might put two and two together and mistrust that some hanky-panky had gone on between them. Nurses are the worst gossips, so she didn't want to take the chance and risk sending out any red flags.

When she came back to wreak on the evening of the third day, she discovered that Bret had been discharged that morning.

-- --

Clarissa called Ivy. She always told her everything, so she knew she had to tell her this. It would be embarrassing to them both if she found out any other way. First she asked her how her brother was doing.

"Oh, okay considering everything, I guess,"Ivy said."He's in some pain and can't do much but sit around on his rear end and translate a volume or watch TV. He's at my parents'home getting waited on by my female parent. And he sure appreciated the forethought he received on your unit. And he especially raved about you. Thank you for taking such good concern of him. My whole menage really appreciates it."

Here we go, thought Clarissa.

"You're welcome, I was happy to. But there is something I have to tell you."

"What's that ?"Ivy said eagerly.

"fountainhead, dark shift is fairly laid-back, not much is going on so there is LE pressure and lots of gloomy metre. So I was capable to spend time with him, talking and getting reacquainted. The first night I sat with him three dissimilar times. And he was so soft to talk to, we talked about one matter after another, never a deadening consequence. I can't remember ever talking to guy like that before. The only person I could ever blab out to like that, is you."

"What are you getting at ?"

"So, in the cockcrow at the end of my shift I stopped by his room, asked if he needed anything. He said he didn't, and we said adios. Then all day, I couldn't get him out of my idea. That night when I got to lick, I looked in on him offset thing, and again we talked, and it was like magic trick. Like you and me, but it's a guy."

"Oh buddy, you're falling for him, aren't you ?"

"Then a couple hours later, I check on him again. The command overhead lighter were off, so it was very dim. I go over to his bed, and he's dormancy. So I just sit there and watch him sleep for a minute or two, thinking how handsome he is. Then I notice that his gown is unchained and is loose and barely covering him. And I notice this big recollective bulge between his legs.

"Oh, God…"

"He has this huge erecting. And then the blood pressure cuff flipped on and started tightening around his arm. And he woke up."

"So what happened then ?"

"I jacked him off."

"You what ? Are you crazy ?"

"I uncovered it, and it was so beautiful, he has a big cock. It just felt like the properly thing to do."

"You could get fired for that, mislay your licence. Maybe arrested. Then what ?"

"It was all consensual."

"I'm trusted it was. What guy wouldn't like that ?"

"I wouldn't try it on day chemise, though."

"I would hope not. Then what ?"

"He came. A lot. All over himself and the night-robe. Then I kissed him goodnight and left."

"Oh my God, girl. You never cease to perplex me. I bet that took his mind off his leg for a little while."

"And then the next night…"

"You didn't do it again !"

"No. puff job."

"What ? You gave my little buddy a blow job ?"

"I did. I swallowed, too. As much as I could, anyway. Then he pulled me on top of him and kissed me. No man ever kissed me like that before. His tongue was in my throat, took my breathing space away. I creamed my panties."

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, girl. You take the cake, you know that ?"

"I've been thinking about him. Do you think we could go over to see him together ?"

"I guess I could set that up without setting off too many alarm Alexander Bell. You can't be giving him any BJ's over at my parents'menage, though."

"I know that, Ivy. I'd just like to see him. I'd like to expect into his eyes."

"okay. And I'll text you his cellular telephone figure so you'll have it."

-- --

Clarissa called Bret on his prison cell the adjacent day. She was relieved when he was happy to try from her. They talked for over an time of day, and they could have gone on for a couple more, but she had to get ready for work. They talked again a day later, and every day or two after that. But it was nearly two weeks before she and Ivy could schedule to visit him together. Their varying piece of work schedules made it difficult.

It was a Mon aurora. Ivy had the day off and Clarissa didn't have to go into the hospital until the eventide shift. Dad was at work, Mom was out back weeding the garden.

The girls walked into the family unit way where Bret was propped up in a reclining chair, wearing a golf shirt and a couplet of sweatpants with the right leg cut off at the knee. He had been watching ESPN but turned it off when he heard them coming. After greetings and five minutes of minuscule public lecture, Ivy excused herself and went into the kitchen and out the rearward door and joined her mom in the garden.

Bret thought Clarissa was gorgeous. She wore tight black jeans that showed off her slim bod and hugged her precious ass, and a sleeveless red blouse that showed off her toned coat of arms. Her long melanize hairsbreadth hung free, dusting her shoulders.

"Goddam, Clarissa, you look terrific. Those scrubbing you wear in the hospital don't do that consistency of yours any justice. Wow ! Sorry I look like a crippled bum."

"Thank you. But I think you look pretty commodity, too."

Clarissa looked into Bret's eyes and liked what she saw. She was pretty trusted he was feeling what she was. But what feeling was that ? She could tell he was glad to see her. But she sensed some reticence as well.

He reached for her and she took his hand, he pulled her to him, she sat on the arm of the electric chair. They kissed.

"I've missed you,"Bret said.

Clarissa nodded."Me too."

There was a muteness between them for a bit, then Bret took a deep breath and sighed.

"You know, Clarissa, with everything that has been going on with my leg, and the doctors and appointments and feeling so helpless, I still haven't been able-bodied to get you off my mind. And what you did…"He held her hand.

"It's okeh. I still have a knockout metre believing I did what I did. But after the way we talked, I wanted to make you feel better."

"You did. It was beautiful. I've relived it a one hundred times. But I'm stuck. I wish I could wine you and dine you and dance with you, and have you on my arm and appearance you off…"

"You getting healed up is what's most important right now."She noticed a anguish look of doubt on his nerve."What ?"she said.

"I have to go back to school."

"I know. You have another year to go. But you don't have to go back till the end of the summer, right ?"

"No. Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow ? Why ?"

"Because of my wound. My private instructor want the medico and trainers at the university to superintend my treatment and rehab."

"You can't do it here ?"

"I'm on learnedness, so I have to do what they say. Believe me, I'd lots rather check here. But we already discussed it. They've arranged my exile. I'll have to leave my car here and try to add up back for it at some point, or have somebody drive it to me."

Clarissa's warmheartedness sank. She knew he would be heading back to college for his senior twelvemonth, but she thought they would take another month before he left. Now it appeared that she would be losing him before she ever had him.

Then they heard spokesperson and Ivy and her mom came clomping up the back footprint into the kitchen. Clarissa took a seat on the neighboring sofa, a sad face on her face.

Ivy came into the way and said softly,"I tried to keep her out there longer, child. Sorry. I made some haphazardness so you'd hear us coming."

"Thanks,"Bret and Clarissa said in unison.

A yoke instant later Mom brought in a mound of frost tea and four glasses. For the next 20 minute of arc, the four of them talked about silly things and sipped their tea.

Once Mom was back in the kitchen, the young woman got up to leave. Clarissa kissed Bret good-bye. It was a dainty kiss on the backtalk. They would take preferred a longsighted, wet mouthfuck, but with Ivy there it wasn't going to happen. Bret did cope to cop a trivial feel on Clarissa's left buttock, though. Felt upright, too.

In the car, Clarissa said,"He's leaving tomorrow to go back to school."

"I know,"Ivy said,"Mom told me. She doesn't like the theme, but they have to go along with it. And they say the university infirmary has the best doctors."

"I guess so. Bummer."

"looking at the bright side, Clarissa. By the time you get him back he'll be dear as new and you can both mangle each other."

"He'll probably be dating cheerleaders by then."

"Oh, come on girlfriend. He's had three long time to date cheerleaders. He's ready for a real woman."Ivy could secern Clarissa was down."Hey, when's your next day off ?

"Thursday."

"Okay, good. I'm taking off too. Why don't you come over to my place Wednesday night. We can have a girls'night, drink some wine, maybe get wino, like the old days. You can drop the Nox, and on Thursday we'll make a day of it. Have a fun day. What do you say ?"

Clarissa said that sounded skillful to her.

-- --

"Whatever happened to that guy you were seeing ? The radiology technical school,"Ivy asked Clarissa.

They were sitting on Ivy's sofa, brake shoe off, vino glasses in hired hand, cheese and crackers on the table. Clarissa was still wearing her scrubs, but she'd let her hair down. She had worked the evening shift, but left early. She had worked some overtime over the weekend to cover for a night nurse that had some family play that made her late, so she had no trouble getting permission. Ivy looked aphrodisiacal and relaxed in tan cotton drawers, a lily-white t-shirt, no bra, and her frizzed blond hair's-breadth liberal and free.

"Who, Marty ? Oh, I see him now and then around the hospital, but we only dated a few times. He's an okeh guy, but there's no magic there. He still hits on me but I'm not interested. I never gave him a manus job, either."

Ivy burst out laughing."Well, who knows, maybe he'll get lucky and burst his leg and end up on your floor."

"Ugh, God I hope not. What about Paul ? You haven't mentioned him much lately."Paul was Ivy's boyfriend of convenience.

"Oh, I don't know. He's overnice to look at, and he's successful, and the sex is okay, but farsighted condition, I don't see it. Plus he travels a lot, and I work such crazy 60 minutes, and I want to feature time to save, it makes it laborious to pass much extended time together. And I think he fools around."

"That would end it for me."

"Me too, if I knew for for sure. But judging by the way he flirts when we are out, and considering he is in hotels in former cities all the time, I think he probably does. I really don't maintenance enough to receive out. If I find out it's true, then it's sayonara baby."

"Just so he doesn't pick up some social disease or something."

"I don't worry about that, not with him. He's a cautious, paranoid germophobe. He wouldn't take a chance."

They opened another bottleful of wine-colored, filled their spectacles, munched a cheese redneck or two. They talked for a time about a number of thing. Their line. Ivy's writing. Clarissa's ambition to become a harbor practitioner. Then after a comfy pause between friend, Clarissa took a gulp of wine and said :

"So what do you really think about me and your brother ?"

"Truthfully, I was shocked at first, when you told me what went on at the hospital. I knew you always were attracted to him, but I just blew it off, figured nothing would ever happen because of your age difference, and so many twelvemonth had gone by. But then the more I thought about it, knowing you both so well, your personalities and values and bric-a-brac, it makes perfect sense that you two would be compatible. Of course, you live in dissimilar places, and he will graduate future May, so there will be challenges."

"Do you reckon I'm weirdo ?"

"I think you'd be dotty not to be attracted to my brother. He's good-looking, intelligent, talented and has a great time to come. And he is a good someone. Hey, if I wasn't his sis, I'd probably blow him myself. And we know he is attracted to you. You two would make a beautiful span. But like I said, there could be trouble. You want to go back to school to get your MSN. He wants to play baseball game. mightiness not be easy.

"If two people want to make it study they will figure out a way."

"That's the spirit. And I know what you can do when you put your mind to it."

"Thank you for listening to me. It feels commodity to be able to talk about it. Makes me feel less crazy."

"Hey, you're my honest friend, and he's my brother. You deserve each other. I'm rooting for both of you."

"Thank you for saying that,"Clarissa said, and scooted a lilliputian closer."I love you, Ivy."

"I love you, too."

They hugged each other, squeezing tightly. When the hug ended they didn't let go. They remained close and locked eyes. A moment later they locked lips.

They had kissed each other before, as ally, but never like this. It became versed and deep, their tongues exploring and tasting each other for the first time. It went on as their fingers wandered over neck and backs and legs and rumps.

"Wow,"Clarissa said. Her hand was resting on Ivy's thigh.

"Wasn't expecting that."

"Me neither."

"Felt undecomposed though, didn't it."

"Yes, it did."

Ivy took her paw and clutched it."Come to bed with me,"Ivy said.

"Really ?"

"Sure, why not ? We're buzzed enough to do it, but not too drunk to fuck it up."

"Are you sure ?"

"Yep. Come on,"Ivy said. She took Clarissa's hand and led her to her bedchamber."Maybe I'll give you a hand job."

They did more than that. They kissed as they undressed, then fell into bed naked and made making love. Their rim and handwriting roamed and loved every inch of their cunning flesh, their mouths sucked nipples and ate pussy, and their coming were loud and wet. They slept soundly, their bodies molded like one.

-- --

In the morning, Clarissa woke first. She cupped Ivy's titty with her hand and kissed her lips.

"trade good morning,"Ivy said.

"Yes it is,"Clarissa said.

"So what do you think ?"

"About what ?"

"About this,"Ivy said, waving her fingerbreadth back and forth, meaning you and me, here, in bed."

"Ivy, I think this was beautiful. A hundred percentage unexpected, but so…wonderful."

"No regrets ?"

"No, never. I feel closer to you than ever."

"Good. Me too."

"How come this never happened before, do you call back ?"

"Oh, I don't know. We were never curious enough, I guess. But last night we were. The timing was right."

"Yes. It did. Do you think we'll do it again ? Like regular ?"

"We could, but I don't think so. First of all, we like men. Secondly, I have a relationship, fragile as it may be, with a man and it's already operose for us to clear time to see each other. And thirdly, you're in love with my small pal, and I don't want to compete with my buddy for your affections."

"I wouldn't say I'm in love…"

"Yes, you are. You just haven't admitted it yet. I know you expert than anyone on world, Clarissa, so reliance me, if you're not quite there yet, you are falling in love and definitely headed in that direction. And Bret is young, but if he has any sense, he will figure out how favourable he is. In fact, I'll promise you this : If you marry him someday I will kip with you the Night before your wedding."

"You will ?"

"Yeah. I just remembered. I never gave you a hand job, so I owe you one."

-- --

The next day Bret was carted off in a university van and would spend the rest of his summer in the mostly-empty players'dormitory. He would contribution it with a couple players that were taking summer family, several squad managers and trainers that would come and go, and some incoming entrant that were on campus early for classes and orientation.

The first off week or two Clarissa and Bret talked on the phone nearly daily, and she felt that their intimacy and bond were growing potent, but that soon changed. He would go distracted easily, seemed distant and the phone call would end awkwardly. Clarissa hoped that he would invite her to gossip him -- it was a four 60 minutes thrust, but she would have done it without disinclination -- but he didn't ask.

Bret was lonely and depressed. He had little to do other than see medico and trainer, and couldn't do much because of his throttle mobility. He became taken up with learning to walk on his crutches. He walked all around the residence hall and surrounding theatrical role of the campus, fast as he could, trying to get a physical exercise, practicing for when form started. That's about the but physical activeness he had.

By the time the fall semester got underway he was getting around pretty well. He became busy with his classes of course, but also put in many hours with team activities. Although the fall was off-season, there were practice session, workouts, weight breeding, melee, and a few games to help the coaches assess their police squad. Bret had to be there for all of it even if he was injured.

His cast came off and the trainer gave him an aggressive, two-a-day rehab program, which he had to do in gain to everything else. He had to work that much voiceless, endure the pain in the ass, and became more and more discouraged as he realized that his right leg was not responding well to the treatment. There was the botheration of course, but what scared him most was the helplessness. His leg durability was not coming back. He felt set apart, a touch he'd never had before, and helpless. It was becoming apparent to him that he may not be pitching for the team come spring. For a hard-throwing right-hander, the flop leg is what provides the zip on his loyal ball. And that strong compensate leg was gone. And slipping away was his ambition of getting drafted and playing pro ball.

Clarissa felt isolated too. Over the next few workweek their phone call became shortsighted and few and farther between. Then her spokesperson mails went unreciprocated. He's blowing me off, she thought, so she quit calling him. She called Ivy.

"Hey, what's up with your comrade ?"Clarissa said.

"What do you mean ?"Ivy answered.

"He's blowing me off, won't address me back."

"Really ? I thought you two were in contact all the time."

"We were at first. But then he started acting all weird and awkward, didn't have much to say. Then he quit calling and I'd leave content and he wouldn't margin call me back. What happened, did he get his cast off and then go determine a cheerleader to fuck ?"

"Clarissa, issue forth on."

"Well, what gives ?"

"How should I lie with ? I haven't talked to him since that day we visited him at my parents'star sign. acquire it easy."

"I'm sorry. I'm just confused, I guess."

"Listen, hon. Let me turn over him a hoop. It's not like him to just brush aside you. If I can verbalise to him, maybe I can find out what's up. That is, if he takes my call."

-- --

Ivy called Bret that same day and left a message asking him to call her spine. He didn't. Two days later she called again and left a more forceful statement :

‘ Hey little comrade, I called you two day ago and asked you to call me, and you have not. I will give you the benefit of the doubt and pretend you didn't get the subject matter. I know you are the superstar ace pitcher big man on campus baby magnet, but I don't like being ignored and I have something important to utter to you about. Call me, damn it.'

He called back in LE than an hr."What's up, Sis ?"he asked.

Ivy let him have it. Told him to wake up up petty brother, and have some green courtesy and decency. Clarissa calls you, you don't call back. I call you, you don't call back. She's my best friend, you've always liked her and she's always liked you and she deserves better discourse. She's in love with you and you won't even hollo her rachis. If you're not concerned fine, but at least have plenty stratum to call her back and Tell her.

"She's in making love with me ? She said that ?"Bret said.

"She hasn't admitted it yet, but believe me, I know her. She will."

Then Bret told her all about the problem he was having. The rehabs, the pain, the foiling, the personnel casualty of strength, the loss of hope and dreams. He opened up, it felt good to talk about it, to finally verbalize it, something he didn't feel he could do with coaches or teammates or flight simulator. Ivy listened and sympathized with her vernal sidekick. It was the most intimate conversation she could ever remember having with him. She'd never seen him this down before. She tried to excite him, told him how strong he was and how a lot she admired him.

"I understand, Bret,"she said."But give Clarissa a call, okay ?"

"I will,"he said.

Later Ivy told Clarissa all of it."He's depressed,"she said."Needs some time. He said he'll ring you."

But he didn't.

-- --

Every time Bret started to call Clarissa he would bail out at the last s. Then as More time elapsed he felt more and more awkward about it, and thought he would just piss off Clarissa after waiting so long. The more he procrastinated, the stupider he felt. His rehab and education and posture got worse. The nuisance wasn't lessening, and neither was his depression. His name was dropping down on the team depth chart, which meant the coaches weren't glad with his progress and were losing assurance in his ability to do back from his injuries.

As the semester drew to an end, Bret had finals to concern his distracted mind. He finished his exams and headed rest home for Christmas pause. He still didn't call Clarissa, felt bad about it, but thought it would be too Weird between them. Noel, present, ho ho ho. He missed her, but he felt guilty, it didn't seem practical. He figured Clarissa had moved on.

Yule came and went. As New Year's Eve approached, Ivy called Bret and invited him to a party a duo of her friend were throwing.

"You're invited, you should come,"she said."What else are you going to do, stay home and Ameiurus Melas in the new year ? Wake up, damn it."

"What ?"he said. He was practically speechless. His sister had never before talked to him so forcefully.

"Don't be a wimp. do to the political party, live a slight. Or are you just gon na blow it off because Clarissa might be there ? Well, grow up little brother, you can't run away and hide forever."

She had his number and he knew it."Is she going to be there ?"

"Probably. But don't worry, she's seeing some guy, so slow down, the atmospheric pressure's off."

"Really ? Who is he ?"

"Some guy at the hospital who's been hitting on her forever. But I'm passably for certain she's not in love with him, if that thing to you. And you can't avoid her forever. She's my substantially booster and it's embarrassing the way you've been treating her. clock time for the big man on campus to man up. I thought you had More sand than that."

Bret broke down. Told her everything about his eroding dream and the depth of his depression and how practically he cared for Clarissa, how much he missed her, and how many sentence he wanted to call her and bailed out, and how pillock he felt about it all. He was blubbering by the time he was through.

Ivy said,"Don't tell me. William Tell her."

-- --

The New yr's Eve party was at the domicile of Charles and Hilda Webster, the proprietor of the boutique Ivy managed, as well as numerous former initiative and properties. The house was large, surrounded by expansive yard, in a posh suburb. They hosted the company every year for all of the associates and employees of their various businesses, and they encouraged them all to work along their Quaker. It was an annual tradition.

Bret drove his car and followed Ivy and her boyfriend Saint Paul to the political party. They parked in the field adjacent to the property.

"Damn, that place is huge,"Bret said, gazing at the mansion, all lit up.

"Are you alright, little brother ?"Ivy asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine,"he said.

"You're not sot are you ?"

"Not yet."

"well, conduct yourself, okay ? I know most of these people and if you get stupid I'll never hear the end of it, might even get canned. You hear me ?"

"Yes, I hear you."

They went into the family and were welcomed by the hosts. Introductions were made and they quickly moved on to one of the exposed parallel bars that were situated here and there, and ordered drinks. Bret downed one Heineken in five hour, then got another. He stuck with Ivy and Paul for the start few minutes. He was unsure of himself, felt out of place.

"She's coming with a guy named Marty,"Ivy said."He's a tech at the hospital and has been after her for some time. But she's not gaga over him. If you see her, talk to her. Just don't be an ass."

Ivy gave him a stern expression, then recognized a couple she knew and had to go over and say hello. Bret was on his own.

He wandered around, through the rooms, then outside on the back patio, watched people, listened to the euphony that emanated from unseen loudspeaker system, tried to go in, had another beer. After about 30 mo he spotted her. She was on the fringe of the covered pool. Instantly he felt like the dull man on Earth. It hit him like a lightning deadbolt. What the Hell am I doing ?

She looked amazing. Her dark hair long and straight, her slim buxom bod hugged snugly by a satiny disastrous apparel that came down to her knee, heels accentuating her yummy legs and toned calfskin. She stood beside a tall, skinny guy with dirty blond hair and a green blazer. Not a bad looking guy, but after observing them for awhile he didn't pick up on any measurable interpersonal chemistry between them. Soon they were engaged in conversation with another pair he didn't know, and before long Ivy and Paul joined them and they had a six-way gabfest going on. Bret sauntered over to a bar. One more beer, what the hell.

The sextet continued talking and yukking it up as Bret watched and sipped his Green beer. Ivy saw him first, made a face, like come on you fool. Clarissa noticed and soon her center found him and locked onto his. Laser gum, like they couldn't look away. Finally Bret subtly pointed a fingerbreadth and nodded toward the back of the 1000 behind the patio area, where there were no mass. She gave him a barely discernible nod in return.

It took a while. Bret stood next to a Tree, waiting. Barely fifty feet from the patio, but private, with ambient light from the party nearby. And then there she was.

"I don't have much meter,"she said.

"Clarissa, I'm so gloomy. I have so a good deal to say to you. I can't believe how stupid I've been…"

"Save it. There's no time."

"Clarissa, don't give up on me, listen to me."

"Listen to you ?"

"I know it sounds lame. But I've been going through some heavy shit. I'll try to explain it."

Clarissa had already heard it all from Ivy, but she decided to challenge him a little.

"How do you explain away being an cocksucker ?"she said.

"I can't,"he replied."But I need you to trust me on this."

"Trust you ? Now you want me to desire you ?"

"Yes. Please."

She was miffed, but she wanted him, and wanted to believe him. And she thought the fact that he said ‘ please'was endearing. She paused, eyed him up and down and had to smile.

"I have to say, you look pretty good all dressed up. A lot right than the finally time I saw you."

Bret chuckled."That's for bloody for certain. And you look fantastic. I want you to know how sorry I am for…"

"Oh, shut up Bret, will you ? Here we are, I'm standing in the phantasma, stealing a match minutes with you while your sister is distracting my date. Duh. Does that send a message of any sort to you ? I know you are an athlete, but I never thought you were a dumb jock."

At this full point, Clarissa knew she had him, and Bret was figuring out that he could still have her.

"Would it be okay if I kissed you at midnight ?"he asked.

"No, I don't think that would be a skillful idea, Bret. I wouldn't want to blockade my date."

Bret, disappointed, said,"Yeah, I guess you're right. Sorry, I…"

Clarissa interrupted him and said,"But now would be okay."

The magic of a buss. sass border, tongues twisting. Bodies flush, enwrapped by weapon system, legs to legs, groin to groin. It was intoxicating, their bodies taken over, hard and wet. The air outside was cool, but both had a sliver of sweat on their goaded flesh.

"I'll call you tomorrow,"Clarissa said, once she extricated herself from Bret's embrace. His cock was hard and she'd felt it against her.

"Okay."

"But I'm only going to call you once, so blame up."She slipped away and didn't wait for an answer.

-- --

Bret snuck out of the company. He felt happy for the foremost time in quite a while. His mind was not on his injury or his rehab or his pain or his private instructor or his waning power to hurtle a baseball game. His intellect was on Clarissa. He drove home, to his old bedroom in his parents'house, reliving their kiss.

Clarissa kissed Marty, as well as a few others, at midnight, and he drove her home. In the car she thanked him for a pleasant evening and told him, as nicely as she could, goodbye, you're a unspoiled guy, but that it just was not going to happen between them. She was in lovemaking with another guy.

"Who is it ?"he asked

"It doesn't matter,"she said, as she opened the passenger threshold and got out of the car.

-- --

The next morning Bret got up early. Couldn't eat. Charged his phone to one hundred percent, put the bell ringer on to the full blast. Kept it by his side of meat. Ready. Waiting.

Clarissa slept in. Had coffee, V-8 juice and a bagel. Took a cascade, scrubbed herself squealing unobjectionable outside and in. Dried off. Misted herself here and there. Subtly, but in all the veracious spots.

It was early afternoon when she called him. He answered instantly.

"Do you experience where I live ?"she said.

Bret had to call up for a moment."Uh, the Westside Apartments…"

"right hand. Building three, apartment D, second floor. Can you think of that ?"

"Right. Three, D and two. Got it."

"good. Now get over here and fuck me."

-- --

Bret got over there pretty damn quick. He knocked, she let him in, locked the door, fell into his coat of arms. Another freak buss, mouths meshing, tongues twisting, groins grinding. She mashed her crotch against his, felt his stopcock semen to life history against her athirst cunt. She wore an spare large t-shirt that covered her down to respective inches below her ass, and cipher else.

"shuffling love to me,"she hissed into his ear.

He picked her up, she was a hundred and ten pounds of hot, no problem. He said,"Where ?"

She directed him to her bedroom. He waddled with her in his implements of war, across the small living elbow room and down the specify anteroom, navigating carefully, as their glossa were actively engaged and his vision was limited. They got through the doorway into the bedroom. Bret stopped in his tracks.

The way was ambrosial, smelled like a unused fruit salad in a pine timberland. Conducive to get laid. The subterfuge were drawn, so no outside light came through the windows. There were a dozen candela burning, well-placed all around the room, on the nightstands, the dresser and desk and chair, in movement of the mirror, radiating around them. His mouth never left hers until he put her foot down on the floor beside her bed.

"Do you like that shirt you're wearing ?"he said, as he undressed.

"Yes, why ?"Clarissa said.

"Because if you don't take it off, I'm going to chew it off of you."

She was out of it in two arcsecond. He told her to lie down on the bed. He was down to his socks, his dick was a missile homing in.

The inflammation and scents were insidious and sublime. He eyed her bare eubstance on the bed as he took off his socks. Her prospicient dark hair, halfway to her fanny, her crafty Olea europaea skin, her fluid limb and legs, her shaven twat. Bret's putz was pulsing. He got onto the bed beside her, put his coat of arms around her, held her close, pressed his cock against her. And then he started talking.

"Clarissa, I want to apologize to…"

"Bret, shut up. Do you desire to sleep with me ?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to go down on your cock ?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to eat my pussy ?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get to work."

In the hospital, Clarissa had had Bret's tool in her hands, and in her sassing, and had swallowed his cum. She wanted to taste him again, but first she wanted to feel him inside her. She needed to.

He took her back into his subdivision and kissed her again, their clapper went instantly back into action, degustation, probing, plunging, his pecker was erected and stretched to the max. He slipped a hand between her legs, into her saturated orifice. He rolled on top of her, their rim still plastered together, their tongues on maneuvers, and with almost no crusade at all, his dick found her, and slipped into her watery cunt with slick grace. This was something new for Bret, it was like his cock was a heat-seeking projectile that found its target all on its own.

Just like that they were fucking. Their bodies were quickly in sync, and their kisses kept up with their groins, working as a unit to consummate their longtime latent opinion for each other. Clarissa was grunting her pleasure with every push, and Bret started pounding her harder, ignoring the twinges of pain in his right knee. Her slit was so wet, his shaft was sliding in and out with ease. He fucked her harder.

That's when he felt her cunt muscles clamp around his cock and Clarissa added some extra bucking into her nooky. She squeezed him, she was on the verge.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, have intercourse me,"she cried. Bret was banging her bigtime, so it didn't take long.

With Clarissa's twat muscles surrounding his pulsing member, Bret came with a flourish, his spermatozoa rushed up through his shaft like they were going to a ardour. Seconds later, her body went into its own convulsions.

"Oh my God,"she hollered."Oh, fuck."She came in waves.

Both grunted guttural groans as they emptied their tanks. Spent.

He pulled out and collapsed onto the mattress beside her, took her into his coat of arms, kissed her sass, her chin, her forehead, her buttock, her chin, slowly, gently. Then he kissed her breasts, licked her perked pap, and placed the side of his head on her bosom. They rested and dozed.

-- --

Bret was awakened by Clarissa's sass wrapped around his raise pecker. He ran his digit through her whisker, massaged her scalp. She came up for air briefly.

"You were hard,"she said."Didn't think you'd mind."

"Go right ahead. Then it's my turn."

She sucked him with a passion, pictured in her mind that night in his hospital way, how she wanted him then, and now. She felt his fingerbreadth sifting through her hair, massaging her scalp, slipped her finger into his ass.

Then it was come on, let's go, zip up. His dick was in the mouth of his fan, and his lover's index finger's breadth was knuckle-deep in his ass. If that didn't make him arrive, nothing would.

He came alright. Like a hurricane.

-- --

"Where have you been all my life ?"Bret said.

They were lying in bed, enwrapped, in tranquillity, her head on his berm, the elbow grease on their material body about midway air-dried. Clarissa looked up into his eyes.

"A Harlan Stone's throw away. I could ask the same question,"she said.

"I know,"he said."That's what is so vex. You were right in social movement of my eyes…"

"And you couldn't see it,"

"Right. And you…"

"Bret, shut up and eat me."

Bret went down. Clarissa showed him what she liked and he was an apt schoolchild. His lips and glossa got meddling pleasing her, and she manipulated her crotch this way and that to give him ultimate access to her moving parts. She came like a river and yowled like a panther until her torso palpitation abated.

They slept together peacefully. Then woke up in the other morning and fucked some more until their privates were bruised.

-- --

Bret pretty much lived at Clarissa's blank space for the next two week. Clarissa would go to operate, and they'd go out to the grocery store depot, have a deglutition somewhere, go to a pizzeria, get some take-out. The balance of the prison term they made erotic love, and voiced their making love for each other, over and over. In those two weeks they fucked two or three times a day, took care of each other orally just as often, and in the live on few days Clarissa's ass became a target of Bret's heart. With his fingers and tongue and finally, his cock. Clarissa knew, when she felt his cock up her ass, his hands surrounding her titmouse, his backtalk on her neck, and she came like a busted dam, that this was her man. So what if he's younger. What's seven years ?

Near the end of those two calendar week, Bret mentioned how a great deal he liked waking up with her in the break of day, and maybe he'd cliff out of school.

"You do that,"Clarissa said,"And I'll knock down your dismal ass right now."

"Huh ?"he said."I can't delivery for diddlyshit anymore, I might even get cut. I'd rather be with you."

"No way, Jose. You get your arcdegree. I don't want to be known as the female child with the stupid boyfriend. And I don't want to hear any hearsay about you boinking any cheerleaders, either."

That shut him up.

-- --

Bret went back to school with a sore, proud member. He was a graduating senior, so his course were slam dunk. Three classroom courses and a six credit internship assisting a nearby high school athletic director two afternoons a workweek. Automatic A's.

His baseball game medical prognosis had dwindled to next to goose egg. There were a few scrimmages, and Bret got smacked around. It wasn't pretty. He messed around with his physique, but zilch seemed to serve. His fastball had been in the nineties before his trauma, but now he could not get much above eighty. The potency in his right leg was gone, and the hurt didn't go away. Every time he tried to throw hard like he had before, a pain radiated up his leg. When the season started he was relegated to mop-up duty. The coach would put him in when the game was out of hand and he often got clobbered.

By this metre Bret knew that he was not going to be signed to play pro musket ball, and he would have to fall back onto his college degree to have promise of a career. His major : Physical Education.

-- --

There was a freshman, a big kid, rough, a hurler from a high school in a pocket-size town in a rural expanse, and the passenger vehicle told Bret to take care of the kid, take him under his wing and look out for him, wise man him. So he did.

The kid was Brobdingnagian. Strong looking right-hander and tall, maybe six-four. He was intimidating to the hitters, but he didn't throw that hard, not really, not for a guy that big. Bret looked at his signifier and screw instantly that the kid's mechanic could be improved upon. So he worked with the kid every day. Worked on his step, how he toed the rubber, the push-off of his right leg. Taught him how to focalise on the target area, the catcher's mitt, hold Caranx crysos, and not be distracted.

After a few workweek the motorcoach saw that the kid was throwing hummer and strikes. He was already contributing to the squad, overpowering hitters sometimes, even as a fledgeling. And they knew why. Bret had coached him up.

-- --

Clarissa visited Bret twice during that semester. When she had a couple mean solar day off in a row and the squad wasn't on the road, she made the driveway and rented a tatty hotel room near the campus, and they would sleep together and fuck like cony.

The world-class visit, they both verbally expressed their dearest, over and over and over, and their bodies were alike chemistry science lab, one experiment after another, so there was no turning back. Before her second sojourn, Clarissa went to a costume store and rented a skimpy cheerleader getup. She had it on when he came to the hotel elbow room. She told him to undress her, and puddle honey to her. So that's what he did. He never did tell her that she was the number 1 cheerleader he'd ever fucked.

-- --

Graduation was in May. Clarissa made the drive with Ivy in the passenger seat, an hours-long gabfest. There was a big dinner celebration planned afterwards at a local restaurant. Then Ivy would ride back family in the car with her parents. She knew Bret and Clarissa would be queasy to get back to their hotel room and screw.

The dinner was ok. Everyone had a great repast and a estimable time. They all hugged and kissed and said their goodbyes in the parking lot of the restaurant. Then Mom and Dad and Ivy hit the road, and Clarissa and Bret went back to the hotel to screw.

-- --

They woke up in the dayspring with attender genital organ. Bret took Clarissa in his arms and kissed her, held her tight.

"I have something to secernate you,"Bret said.

Uh oh, Clarissa thought, now what ?"Oh no. What's the matter ?"she blurted.

Bret laughed."No, it's not bad,"he said.

"What is it Bret ?"

He smiled, kissed her lips, and held her breast in his hand.

"I got a job offer."

"Already ? That's outstanding. I'm so proud of you ! What is it ?"

"My coach offered me an assistant coaching location and…"

"Take it."

"It wouldn't pay that much, but…"

"Take it."

"But we'd have to dwell here, and you'd have to move, and I would have to jaunt with the team…"

"Take it. End of story."

"Really ? You sure ?"

"Bret, I'm a file nursemaid. I can get a job anywhere. I love you. You love me. I want to be with you. What region of that do you not get ?"

He told her that he got it. He also told her that his coach made a call and had secured an interview for her at the University infirmary.

Clarissa hung around for a mates sidereal day, interviewed and was hired. She also learned that an an employee she would be entitled to take three course recognition per semester for free to work toward her MSN. She would go in the pinch way, and could move to orthopedics when a position opened. The timing was serendipitous because with the schoolhouse year ending, many of the nursing students that worked in the hospital would be graduating and moving on.

The timing was also advantageous in finding somewhere to live, as so many nipper were leaving for the summer. They found a little two-bedroom place in an older neighborhood LE than a mile from campus. They could walk to form if they felt like it.

She went back dwelling to vacate and give way her card, and started packing. Her apartment letting was month-to-month so getting out of it was not a problem. Bret got a ride back and they rented a van and loaded it with all of Clarissa's box seat and lamps and fence hanging and piece of furniture and windowpane handling and kitchen utensils and linens and you name it, they packed it. Bret didn't have squat, so the decor of their foremost plate together would be sort of Early Girly, but he couldn't have cared less about that. Bret would repel the van and Clarissa would watch in her car.

They had dinner party with Ivy the night before they left. It was a casual restaurant, close by, a local anaesthetic place that tried too operose to see like a trendy dealership chain, with eminent cap, voiceless surfaces, too-loud medicine and bad acoustics. They were drinking pitcher of beer, eating wings and nachos and fries, laughing it up and talking loudly just to be heard.

"I'd like to reach a toast,"Ivy said. She was tipsy. Well, they all were, but Ivy moreso. They grabbed their mugs.

"To my little brother, a OK young, talented, openhanded man. And to my best Friend, who I have known longer than any soul on Earth except my parents, and would commit with my life. You two have finally found each other after salivating over each early for many yr, and have decided to be together and portion your lifespan. I think that is wonderful. However, I must say this. You two well take aid of each former, and love each other, protect each early. You both estimable do that, you both deserve it. And if you don't I'll kick your arse two at a time."

They all burst out laughing. Ivy was bent over giggling, could hardly sit up. Clarissa and Bret had big grins on their faces.

"I want to get serious for a minute,"Ivy said.

They looked at her, trying to decide if she could be serious. They were all buzzed, but Ivy's eyes were now sober as a judge.

"I want to thank you."

Bret and Clarissa looked at each former, went from amused to confused.

"As you know, for some meter I've been trying to write a novel, but just couldn't seem to find a story that I could dig into, and get, that I could get excited about, with characters that were believable and spot that reviewer could key out with. It has been frustrating, to say the to the lowest degree. But a few calendar month ago I had a breakthrough, and I'm 100 Page into it, and it's adept. I know it is. I can finger it."

"That's smashing,"Bret said.

"All right, I knew you could do it,"said Clarissa.

"It's a good story,"Ivy continued."It's about an athlete who gets injured and is admitted to the hospital, and his nurse is his sister's best friend, who he's known since childhood. And in the hospital, the nursemaid and the athlete, in the middle of the night…"

"All right, that's enough,"Bret said, and stood up. He helped Ivy up.

"... they fell in dear and…"

"okeh, girlfriend,"Clarissa said."Time to prognosticate it a night."

They took her menage, lupus erythematosus than a geographical mile, and walked her inside. Bret waited in the living room while Clarissa put her to bed. Got her a cup of water system, adjusted her cover, made sure she was comfy.

"Are you okay ?"Clarissa asked.

"Ooh, I'm amercement,"Ivy said."I'm so happy you two got together."

"So am I."

"Will you do me a favor ?"

"Of track. What ?"

"Once you get settled into your new sign of the zodiac, invite me over for a weekend."

"Sure. No job there."

"One former thing."

"Oh ? What's that."

"Make it when Bret is on the road."

"Okay, why ?"

"I still owe you a hand job."

Clarissa kissed Ivy on her lips and tucked the cover snugly up to her neck.

"Okay, girl,"she said."I'll hold you to it."

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