NURSING HIM BACK TO HEALTH

Ivy had just gotten dwelling from the hospital when she called Clarissa on her prison cell.

It was an ahead of time Saturday evening in mid-July. Ivy had gotten a birdcall at workplace from her female parent telling her that her brother Bret was in surgical operation after a collision in a baseball game that afternoon. Ivy managed a clothing store and left immediately to take on her parents at the infirmary. After several hours waiting around they learned that Bret had grievous leg problem and would be laid up for a while. His ankle was broken and his knee was too, or damn close, the X-rays were inconclusive. But if it wasn't broken it was bent, wrenched, torn, turned, strained, sprained, hyper-extended and seriously fucked up. After surgical operation Bret was half asleep and flying senior high school, so once his family members learned he was okay they left the infirmary and headed rest home. They would go back in the morning.

"Hey, girl,"Ivy said when Clarissa answered her phone."breakage news show, no pun intended. Guess who's been admitted to the infirmary on your story ?"

"Who ?"

"My little brother."

"Get out. Really ?"

"You're on four Confederate States, right ? Orthopedics ?"

"Of course."

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

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

"Don't know all the details. He was playing ball and had a hit with another actor. The other guy was okay. Bret went to the hospital."

"I go in at eleven. I will learn on him overnight."

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

-- --

Ivy and Clarissa were both now twenty-eight geezerhood old, had been best friends since first grade. They went through elementary shoal, halfway school and high school together, close as could be, thick as stealer, despite their differences. Both were slender, curvy and attractive, Ivy white-skinned and blond, while Clarissa had smuggled fuzz with olive skin, the daughter of a Lebanese dad and a raven-haired American mom.

They went on to unlike universities. Clarissa achieved a knight bachelor of Science in Nursing, and was now an RN on the orthopedical building block at the community hospital. Ivy wanted to be a writer, majored in English language, and had published several light stories. She managed a retail article of clothing store to pay the handbill while writing in her part with fourth dimension, mostly poor stories, but hoping to write a novel.

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

-- --

Bret has grown into a damn good-looking young man, was Clarissa's first thought when she saw him there, although all she could see of him was his threadbare, better-looking face, mussed blonde fuzz and blanket shoulders. He had a ace room, and was lying in the infirmary bed, mostly covered up with his ripe leg elevated in a soft form that went from his foundation up to six inches above his knee. He looked like he was dozing.

"hullo, Bret ?"

He looked up at this nanny at his bedside wearing green chaparral, a fine-looking gal with a slim grimace, dark skin colour and her blackamoor hair tied back."Yes…"

"I'm your Nox nurse. retrieve me ?"she said, and pointed to her epithet tag.

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

"I know, it's been a long meter. Ivy called me when you were admitted. Told me to take on full upkeep of you."

"Everybody's been peachy so far."

"That's soundly to hear. Mind if I sit with you for a few bit ?"she asked.

"Not at all. I could use the company. It's hard to sleep anyway with the buzzers and pager and the blood pressure handlock squeezing my arm like a vise every hour."

Clarissa pulled a chair up beside his bed."So what happened to you ? A little mishap on the ball field of operations ?"

"You could say that. I'm a pitcher on my college squad, but the manager like us to toy summer clod too, you know, to keep in shape, so I've been playing on this semi-pro squad. We had a double-header Down at the sports park. I pitched the first game, that went well, we won 4-2, but in the s game they put me in at sec base. I hadn't played infield since high school, and back then I played short, not second, so I was out-of-position. Anyway this big black guy who was at bat took a big swing and hit a little slobberer between the pitcher's mound and the offset base melodic line. The first baseman charged the chunk so I had to cover first. I got my footwork all screwed up and collided with this huge guy running full focal ratio down the baseline and we bashed articulatio genus. 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 stand up I fainted. Ended up here, and I'll be here a few years. 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 tube-shaped structure. I'll be sitting on my ass for a few workweek and then rehab. Ugh."

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

"Hope so. I'm off to a good beginning. I have a good Nox nurse. commodity looking too."

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

"I'm serious, Clarissa. You really seem good. And want to acknowledge 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 cute all those years ago ?

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

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

"wellspring, I heard that by the meter you got to gamey schoolhouse, you were beating the female child off with a stick."

"Nah, not really. Just filthy rumors,"he said with a grin.

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

"fountainhead, I better get back to work,"she said, and stood up and slid her chair back to its archetype dapple."I'll hinderance on you later."

"Okay, thanks for coming by, it was gracious talking to you. My room access is always open."

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

She checked on him in the heart of the dark and he was profound asleep. In the dawning at the end of her shift, she looked in on him again and he was awake. She said goodbye and told him she would see him that night when she came back to work.

"auditory sensation goodness. My doorway is always open"he said again, and they shared smiles.

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

-- --

The next evening Clarissa was anxious to get to the infirmary and go to put to work. Night shifts were always subdued and made for easy study because the patient were winding down and ready for bed, and nearly slept through the night and needed minimal aid. That was one of the reasons she didn't mind rotating to nights, because the work was easy, usually stress-free unless some kind of emergency arose, and with the pay differential gear she earned spare money. But none of that was what made her unquiet to get to work.

She was anxious to see Bret. Preparing to go to knead, she found herself applying a jot of eye composition and a dab of lip gloss, which she rarely wore on her job. But she'd intellection of him throughout the day, how attractive he was, and how well-spoken he was. Their conversation had been so natural, she could have talked to him for hours. And he said he always had a crush on her. Does he still ? She knew it was crazy, he's only twenty-one years old, seven years younger. He was in Little League when I went off to college for God's sake, she thought.

Clarissa got to her story early, and went to see Bret. He grinned broadly and was obviously gladiolus to see her.

"How are you feeling this night, Honey ?"

"I'm doing OK,"he said."Got poked and prodded by doctors 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 near, Bret,"she said."You sound honorable. Did your family visit you today ?"

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

"Everybody is concerned. They care about you."

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

Then, that precious 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 like chair up to his bedside and had a prat. They talked for a while, more easy, effortless stream-of-consciousness conversation, with a few memories, a few laughs, and a couple of flirts. Then she told him she had to perforate in and enamour up, but once she made her beat and could take a recess she'd be back to see him.

She got caught up in body of work for the next three 60 minutes, but her creative thinker was often on Bret. And some of the thoughts she was having about him surprised her. And no doubtfulness 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 light was still on, and a paperback book was on the mattress next to him. She picked up the book and put it on the bedside tabular array, dimmed the light and retake her tooshie beside him. Then she noticed something.

The hospital gown he wore was loose, he had evidently untied it behind him for solace and the fragile cloth was resting on his inguen. Clarissa let out a little gasp when she noticed the chassis that the cloth was sheathing. It was unmistakable : Bret had an hard-on, and it looked to be of skilful size. Clarissa resisted the urge to pass on out and equal it.

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

"how-do-you-do,"she said.

"Hello,"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 fairly womanhood sitting beside me."

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

"Fairly often."

"Do they in conclusion long ?"

"They can."

"Are they painful ?"

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

"Does it go away on its own ?"

"Sometimes. But like I said, I don't usually wake up with a pretty 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 rest period ?"

"Yeah,"he nodded, hopeful.

Clarissa took a deep breath, glanced at the heart-to-heart door to the way. The floor was muted, the way mostly in the darkness. She looked at Bret, put her forefinger finger to her backtalk. Quiet.

Even as she did what she did next, she had a hard time believing she was doing it. She folded back the surgical gown, and there it was, and even in the semi-darkness she could see that Bret was well-endowed. His cock lay against his venter, swollen and long, its dark helmet pointing due north of his navel. She licked her lip and reached for it.

Its girth felt house and fat in her hand when she wrapped her finger around it, its heat radiated into her laurel wreath. She stroked it, easily at beginning, a entitle rhythm, and Bret murmured softly and his middle squirmed with pleasance. Normally his legs would be flailing with joy, but he tried to still them, especially the right one. Clarissa cupped his balls with her other hand, massaged them gently as she gradually picked up the pace, jerking him, felt them loose in her grip. Bret hissed wet, windy breaths between clutched teeth as his rooster was stroked and his egg were stoked by this slick older womanhood, his nurse, his sister's lifelong friend, his childhood crush.

Within three min his cock exploded. It was the sort of orgasm when a man can find the sizzling suntan all the way up from his formal through the head of his cock. His semen shot in emphatic spurts like steam from a busted piping, all over his breadbasket and chest.

Clarissa rubbed his jism into his tegument, the difficult flesh of his abs, his nipples, his chest and crotch. She dabbed her fingertip into his cum-filled omphalos 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,"sweetness dreams."

-- --

Clarissa was both energise and appalled by what she'd done, found it severe to believe that it had actually happened. She knew it was ill-timed, but she rationalized it. She'd known him most of her life, he was her topper friend's brother, she was a nurse, comforting him, easing his annoyance, 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 pleasure. It made her find bold, and it made her feel good.

The future Night she checked on Bret at the source of her shift. 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 vox added :"But not as unspoiled as I was close night !"

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

Bret reached out and grabbed her bridge player, held it tight."Hey Clarissa, listen. It was beautiful. I've thinking of nix else but you ever since. If I wasn't crippled at the present moment, I'd sweep you off your feet and run away with you."His orotund, firmly manus felt good wrapped around hers.

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

"Okay."

"I'll let you get back to your Reading. I'll come back and check on you again later."

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

She shook her read/write head as she was leaving."You are a naughty boy."

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

-- --

quaternary a.m. The numb clock time overnight. Not a lot to do. Nurses would do a footling meter reading, or do some paperwork, or play Solitaire on the computer. Clarissa slipped down to Bret's way. She knew what she wanted to do.

The spark were dimmed. Bret was still, looked to be asleep. She went to the side of meat 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 tell you."

"What ?"

"What I did death night. It was wrong. It was counter to the code of ethics. And I never did anything like that before. But it didn't seem wrong, somehow it just felt cancel because I have known you for so hanker. And I've thinking about it, and thought about you, ever since."

She felt his paw squeeze even sloshed around hers.

"May I kiss you ?"Bret asked.

"Yes."

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

"That was nice,"Clarissa said.

By this time, Bret's cock 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 length, and it rose to her touch. She cupped his ballock in one hand, sweetly caressing them, took his scape 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 moan with the back of his paw. He felt her oral fissure surround his bloated member and her nimble digit handle his scrotum. He arched his spine to allay more of him into her. He put his hands behind her head and kneaded her neck and scalp and shoulder as she sucked him.

Clarissa's head bobbed up and down in a aristocratic round. His cock was long and wide and warmly and with each movement more of it would make its way into her sassing until it was at the back of her pharynx. She didn't want to gag so she backed off slightly so that she had a well-fixed, packed taste and sucked him with added military force while her hired man gave his balls a handbill massage. She felt the soft jive of Bret's groin dip into sync with her. They kept at it, gradually picking up, adding percussion to their pacing, making music together with barely a phone, a mutual accelerando, Clarissa playing his instrument for the first time and not missing a preeminence.

Bret was floating on an ethereal cloud nine. He didn't want it to end, but he felt his cauldron coming to a furuncle and knew he was going to pop his top pretty damn soon. When he felt Clarissa's forefinger finger record his asshole, that was all she wrote.

His ass lurched up off the mattress when he came, sending a quivery jolt of annoyance through his right leg. But damn, it hurt so effective. Cum erupted out of his cock, to which Clarissa's sass stayed plastered, through multiple thrusts and squirt. Her mouth filled with his semen and oozed from the turning point of her backtalk. Finally his muscle spasm abated, her digit came out of his ass, and his cock came out of her mouth.

She barely had time to withdraw before Bret pulled her chief up to his and mashed his mouth onto hers. His tongue plowed between her lips with a feral force play and filled her oral fissure, it was almost like having another putz in there. She sucked on it.

It was a long candy kiss. Clarissa felt Bret's manus firmly roaming her eubstance, pulling her to him, one behind her drumhead, the early on her ass. Their tongues skated together on the cum still in her mouth. When the kiss ended, she had to wipe some off of her chin.

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

"Ssssh."

"I wan na tear your clothes off and…"

"Ssssh. That sounds good to me, there will be time for that later on. get-go you have to focus 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 convenience. She needed to clean house herself up a lilliputian. And down a trivial, too.

-- --

Clarissa had the adjacent two daytime 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 household, might put two and two together and suspect that some hanky-panky had gone on between them. Nurses are the worst gossip, so she didn't want to read the prospect and hazard sending out any red flag.

When she came back to work 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 recite her this. It would be embarrassing to them both if she found out any other way. showtime 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 butt joint and interpret a rule book or watch TV. He's at my parents'house getting waited on by my female parent. And he sure appreciated the caution he received on your whole. And he especially raved about you. give thanks you for taking such practiced caution of him. My unharmed family really appreciates it."

Here we go, thought Clarissa.

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

"What's that ?"Ivy said eagerly.

"wellspring, night slip is passably laid-back, not practically is going on so there is less press and lots of devour sentence. So I was able to pass fourth dimension with him, talking and getting reacquainted. The first night I sat with him three different fourth dimension. And he was so leisurely to verbalize to, we talked about one thing after another, never a dumb moment. I can't call back ever talking to guy like that before. The but person I could ever talk to like that, is you."

"What are you getting at ?"

"So, in the morning at the end of my duty period I stopped by his elbow room, asked if he needed anything. He said he didn't, and we said goodbye. Then all day, I couldn't get him out of my mind. That nighttime when I got to do work, I looked in on him offset thing, and again we talked, and it was like magic. Like you and me, but it's a guy."

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

"Then a couple hours later, I check on him again. The budget items Light were off, so it was very dim. I go over to his bed, and he's sleeping. So I just sit there and watch him log Z's for a minute or two, thinking how handsome he is. Then I notice that his gown is untied and is loose and barely covering him. And I notice this big long bump between his legs.

"Oh, God…"

"He has this Brobdingnagian erection. 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 in good order matter to do."

"You could get fired for that, fall behind your license. Maybe arrested. Then what ?"

"It was all consensual."

"I'm sure 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 gown. Then I kissed him goodnight and left."

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

"And then the next night…"

"You didn't do it again !"

"No. Blow job."

"What ? You gave my little Brother 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 knife was in my throat, took my breath 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 ship's bell. You can't be giving him any BJ's over at my parents'star sign, though."

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

"okay. And I'll text you his cell issue so you'll have it."

-- --

Clarissa called Bret on his cell the next day. She was relieved when he was glad to hear from her. They talked for over an hour, and they could have gone on for a couple more, but she had to get set up 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 work schedules made it difficult.

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

The female child walked into the mob room where Bret was propped up in a lounger, wearing a golf shirt and a twosome of sweatpants with the right hand leg cut off at the knee. He had been watching ESPN but turned it off when he heard them coming. After salutation and five minutes of minuscule public lecture, Ivy excused herself and went into the kitchen and out the back room access and joined her mom in the garden.

Bret thought Clarissa was gorgeous. She wore rigorous pitch-dark blue jean that showed off her slim bod and hugged her cute ass, and a sleeveless red blouse that showed off her modulate arms. Her long Black person hair hung free, dusting her shoulder joint.

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

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

Clarissa looked into Bret's eyes and liked what she saw. She was pretty sure he was feeling what she was. But what feeling was that ? She could tell he was beaming 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 chair. They kissed.

"I've missed you,"Bret said.

Clarissa nodded."Me too."

There was a secretiveness between them for a bit, then Bret took a deep hint and sighed.

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

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

"You did. It was beautiful. I've relived it a 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 display you off…"

"You getting healed up is what's most authoritative right now."She noticed a pained flavour of doubt on his face."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 summertime, right ?"

"No. Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow ? Why ?"

"Because of my hurt. My coach-and-four want the Doctor and flight simulator at the university to oversee my treatment and rehab."

"You can't do it here ?"

"I'm on erudition, so I have to do what they say. Believe me, I'd much rather arrest here. But we already discussed it. They've arranged my transportation. I'll have to will my car here and try to come back for it at some point, or have somebody ram it to me."

Clarissa's heart sank. She knew he would be heading back to college for his senior class, but she thought they would have 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 steps into the kitchen. Clarissa took a place on the neighboring sofa, a sad aspect on her face.

Ivy came into the room and said softly,"I tried to keep her out there yearner, kids. Sorry. I made some noise so you'd hear us coming."

"Thanks,"Bret and Clarissa said in unison.

A couple minutes later Mom brought in a pitcher of iced tea and four meth. For the adjacent twenty dollar bill minute of arc, the four of them talked about goofy matter and sipped their tea.

Once Mom was back in the kitchen, the young lady got up to leave behind. Clarissa kissed Bret good-bye. It was a dainty kiss on the lips. They would have preferred a long, wet mouthfuck, but with Ivy there it wasn't going to happen. Bret did bring off to cop a little feel on Clarissa's left buttock, though. Felt good, 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 musical theme, but they have to go along with it. And they say the university hospital has the expert doctors."

"I guess so. Bummer."

"smell at the promising position, Clarissa. By the time you get him back he'll be full as new and you can both maul each other."

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

"Oh, come on daughter. He's had three years to engagement cheerleaders. He's ready for a real woman."Ivy could secernate 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 piazza Midweek night. We can have a young lady'Nox, drink some wine, maybe get drunk, like the old days. You can spend the nighttime, and on Thursday we'll make a day of it. deliver a fun day. What do you say ?"

Clarissa said that sounded good to her.

-- --

"Whatever happened to that guy you were seeing ? The radioscopy tech,"Ivy asked Clarissa.

They were sitting on Ivy's couch, shoes off, wine-coloured glasses in hand, cheese and crackers on the mesa. Clarissa was still wearing her scrubs, but she'd let her haircloth down. She had worked the evening shift, but left ahead of time. She had worked some overtime over the weekend to cover up for a night nurse that had some family drama that made her later, so she had no trouble getting permission. Ivy looked aphrodisiacal and relaxed in tan cotton short, a white t-shirt, no bra, and her frizzed blonde hair loose and free.

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

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

"Ugh, God I hope not. What about Apostle of the Gentiles ? You haven't mentioned him a lot lately."Paul was Ivy's swain of convenience.

"Oh, I don't know. He's nice to look at, and he's successful, and the sex is okay, but long term, I don't see it. Plus he travels a lot, and I work such softheaded hours, and I want to have sentence to pen, it makes it hard to spend much extended time together. And I think he fools around."

"That would end it for me."

"Me too, if I knew for sure as shooting. But judging by the way he flirts when we are out, and considering he is in hotels in other city all the time, I think he probably does. I really don't care enough to retrieve out. If I find out it's avowedly, then it's good-by baby."

"Just so he doesn't choice up some sociable 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 bottle of vino, filled their glasses, munched a tall mallow cracker or two. They talked for a time about a number of things. Their line of work. Ivy's writing. Clarissa's ambition to become a nurse practitioner. Then after a comfortable interruption between Friend, Clarissa took a draught 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 materialize because of your age departure, and so many years had gone by. But then the more I thought about it, knowing you both so well, your personalities and values and whatnot, it makes everlasting sense that you two would be compatible. Of form, you live in unlike berth, and he will calibrate adjacent May, so there will be challenges."

"Do you think I'm crazy ?"

"I think you'd be half-baked not to be attracted to my brother. He's good-looking, intelligent, talented and has a neat hereafter. And he is a good mortal. Hey, if I wasn't his babe, I'd probably blow him myself. And we know he is attracted to you. You two would make a beautiful twosome. But like I said, there could be difficultness. You want to go back to schoolhouse to get your MSN. He wants to play baseball. Might not be easy.

"If two mass want to make it work 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 honorable to be able to talk about it. Makes me feel less crazy."

"Hey, you're my full 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 picayune closer."I love you, Ivy."

"I love you, too."

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

They had kissed each early before, as friends, but never like this. It became intimate and inscrutable, their spit exploring and tasting each other for the 1st time. It went on as their finger's breadth wandered over necks and backs and stage and rumps.

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

"Wasn't expecting that."

"Me neither."

"Felt good though, didn't it."

"Yes, it did."

Ivy took her handwriting and clutched it."seminal fluid 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 bedroom."Maybe I'll give you a hired man job."

They did Thomas More than that. They kissed as they undressed, then fell into bed naked and made dear. Their lips and hands roamed and loved every inch of their foxy flesh, their mouth sucked tit and ate kitty, and their sexual climax were loud and wet. They slept soundly, their bodies molded like one.

-- --

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

"goodness good morning,"Ivy said.

"Yes it is,"Clarissa said.

"So what do you consider ?"

"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 ruefulness ?"

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

"Good. Me too."

"How come up this never happened before, do you conceive ?"

"Oh, I don't know. We were never rummy 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 family relationship, fragile as it may be, with a man and it's already intemperately for us to gain clock time to see each other. And thirdly, you're in love with my piddling brother, and I don't want to compete with my brother for your affections."

"I wouldn't say I'm in love…"

"Yes, you are. You just haven't admitted it yet. I know you better than anyone on land, Clarissa, so trust me, if you're not quite there yet, you are falling in sexual love and definitely headed in that direction. And Bret is young, but if he has any sense, he will figure out how lucky he is. In fact, I'll promise you this : If you marry him someday I will sleep 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 respite of his summer in the mostly-empty players'dorm. He would ploughshare it with a twosome players that were taking summer grade, respective team managers and flight simulator that would come and go, and some ingress freshmen that were on campus early for division and orientation.

The first week or two Clarissa and Bret talked on the phone nearly quotidian, and she felt that their intimacy and bond were growing stronger, but that soon changed. He would become trouble easily, seemed removed and the outcry would end awkwardly. Clarissa hoped that he would invite her to visit him -- it was a four 60 minutes drive, but she would make done it without hesitation -- but he didn't ask.

Bret was lonely and dispirit. He had little to do early than see doctors and trainers, and couldn't do much because of his limited mobility. He became obsessed with learning to walk on his crutches. He walked all around the dorm and surrounding portion of the campus, fast as he could, trying to get a workout, practicing for when classes started. That's about the only physical natural process he had.

By the time the fall semester got underway he was getting around pretty well. He became busy with his socio-economic class of course of action, but also put in many hours with team activities. Although the twilight was off-season, there were exercise, exercise, weight breeding, battle royal, and a few games to help the coaches assess their team. Bret had to be there for all of it even if he was injured.

His cast came off and the trainers gave him an belligerent, two-a-day rehab programme, which he had to do in addition to everything else. He had to work that much hard, live the pain, and became more and more discouraged as he realized that his right leg was not responding well to the handling. There was the infliction of form, but what scared him most was the weakness. His leg force was not coming back. He felt separated, a tactile sensation he'd never had before, and helpless. It was becoming apparent to him that he may not be pitching for the team amount spring. For a hard-throwing right-hander, the good leg is what provides the zip on his dissolute testis. And that strong right leg was gone. And slipping away was his dreaming of getting drafted and playing pro ball.

Clarissa felt isolated too. Over the succeeding few weeks their vociferation became poor and fewer and farther between. Then her interpreter mails went unanswered. He's blowing me off, she thought, so she quit calling him. She called Ivy.

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

"What do you mean ?"Ivy answered.

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

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

"We were at firstly. But then he started acting all weird and awkward, didn't have very much to say. Then he quit calling and I'd leave messages and he wouldn't call me back. What happened, did he get his dramatis personae off and then go find a cheerleader to fuck ?"

"Clarissa, come on."

"fountainhead, what gives ?"

"How should I know ? I haven't talked to him since that day we visited him at my parents'house. Take it easy."

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

"Listen, hon. Let me afford him a ring. It's not like him to just discount you. If I can babble out 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 subject matter asking him to phone her spinal column. He didn't. Two days later she called again and left a more forceful statement :

‘ Hey little pal, I called you two days ago and asked you to squall me, and you have not. I will give you the benefit of the doubt and act you didn't get the subject matter. I know you are the superstar ace ewer big man on campus babe attraction, but I don't like being ignored and I have something authoritative to talk to you about. Call me, damn it.'

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

Ivy let him make it. Told him to ignite up lilliputian brother, and have some usual good manners and decency. Clarissa calls you, you don't yell 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 handling. She's in love with you and you won't even call her back. If you're not concern mulct, but at to the lowest degree have enough course of study to call her back and Tell her.

"She's in erotic 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 problems he was having. The rehabs, the nuisance, the thwarting, the exit of strong point, the loss of promise and dreams. He opened up, it felt unspoiled to verbalize about it, to finally verbalize it, something he didn't feel he could do with coaches or mate or trainers. Ivy listened and sympathized with her unseasoned brother. It was the most intimate conversation she could ever remember having with him. She'd never seen him this down before. She tried to energize him, told him how strong he was and how much she admired him.

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

"I will,"he said.

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

But he didn't.

-- --

Every time Bret started to call Clarissa he would bail out at the cobbler's last second. Then as more prison term 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 training and attitude got worse. The pain wasn't decrease, and neither was his slump. His name was dropping down on the team depth chart, which meant the coaches weren't happy with his advance and were losing authority in his power to come back from his injuries.

As the semester drew to an end, Bret had finals to concern his distracted brain. He finished his exams and headed home base for Dec 25 break. He still didn't call Clarissa, felt bad about it, but thought it would be too Weird between them. Christmas, presents, ho ho ho. He missed her, but he felt hangdog, it didn't seem pragmatic. He figured Clarissa had moved on.

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

"You're invited, you should add up,"she said."What else are you going to do, stay home and pout in the new yr ? 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. amount to the company, live a little. Or are you just gon na shoot a line it off because Clarissa might be there ? Well, grow up little brother, you can't run away and cover forever."

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

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

"Really ? Who is he ?"

"Some guy at the hospital who's been hitting on her forever. But I'm passably sure she's not in love with him, if that subject to you. And you can't avoid her forever. She's my best Quaker and it's embarrassing the way you've been treating her. Time for the big man on campus to man up. I thought you had more intestine than that."

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

Ivy said,"Don't separate me. Tell her."

-- --

The New class's Eve party was at the home base of Charles Stuart and Hilda Webster, the owners of the boutique Ivy managed, as well as numerous other enterprises and holding. The house was large, surrounded by expansive terra firma, in a posh suburb. They hosted the company every year for all of the associates and employees of their various business organization, and they encouraged them all to make for along their acquaintance. It was an annual tradition.

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

"Damn, that plaza is vast,"Bret said, gazing at the theater, all lit up.

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

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

"You're not sot are you ?"

"Not yet."

"Well, behave yourself, okay ? I know most of these hoi polloi 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 house and were welcomed by the boniface. insertion were made and they quickly moved on to one of the open bars that were situated here and there, and ordered drinks. Bret downed one Heineken in five minutes, then got another. He stuck with Ivy and Saul for the first few minute. He was unsure of himself, felt out of place.

"She's coming with a guy named Marty,"Ivy said."He's a technical school at the hospital and has been after her for some meter. 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 look, then recognized a couple she knew and had to go over and say howdy. Bret was on his own.

He wandered around, through the rooms, then outside on the second patio, keep an eye on people, listened to the music that emanated from unseen speakers, tried to blend in, had another beer. After about thirty instant he spotted her. She was on the outer boundary of the covered pool. Instantly he felt like the dense man on Earth. It hit him like a lightning bolt. What the hell am I doing ?

She looked amazing. Her black whisker long and straight, her slim full-bosomed bod hugged snugly by a sleek Shirley Temple dress that came down to her knees, heels accentuating her delicious wooden leg and strengthen calf. She stood beside a tall, skinny guy with pestiferous blond fuzz and a green blazer. Not a bad looking guy, but after observing them for awhile he didn't pick up on any mensurable chemistry between them. Soon they were engaged in conversation with another distich he didn't know, and before long Ivy and Saint Paul joined them and they had a six-way chit chat going on. Bret sauntered over to a bar. One more beer, what the hell.

The six 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 eyes found him and locked onto his. Laser glue, like they couldn't flavour away. Finally Bret subtly pointed a finger and nodded toward the back of the yard behind the terrace area, where there were no people. She gave him a barely discernible nod in return.

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

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

"Clarissa, I'm so grim. I have so often to say to you. I can't trust 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 crippled. But I've been going through some laboured 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 asshole ?"she said.

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

"faith you ? Now you want me to trust 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 considerably than the last time I saw you."

Bret chuckled."That's for imprecate certainly. And you look marvellous. I want you to know how sorry I am for…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

The magic of a candy kiss. rim molding, clapper twisting. organic structure flush, enwrapped by blazon, 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 birdcall you tomorrow,"Clarissa said, once she extricated herself from Bret's embrace. His rooster was hard and she'd felt it against her.

"Okay."

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

-- --

Bret snuck out of the party. He felt happy for the start time in quite a piece. His judgment was not on his injury or his rehab or his pain sensation or his coaches or his waning ability to hurl a baseball. His creative thinker was on Clarissa. He drove home, to his old bedroom in his parents'household, reliving their kiss.

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

"Who is it ?"he asked

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

-- --

The future morning Bret got up early. Couldn't eat. Charged his phone to one hundred percentage, put the clone on full blast. Kept it by his side. Ready. Waiting.

Clarissa slept in. Had java, V-8 juice and a bagel. lease a exhibitor, scrubbed herself squeaky clean outside and in. Dried off. Misted herself here and there. Subtly, but in all the right spots.

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

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

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

"Right. Building three, apartment D, second floor. Can you call back that ?"

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

"trade good. Now get over here and bed me."

-- --

Bret got over there pretty goddamn quick. He knocked, she let him in, locked the door, fell into his weaponry. Another monster buss, mouths meshing, glossa twisting, groins grinding. She mashed her private parts against his, felt his tool come to life against her hungry snatch. She wore an extra declamatory jersey that covered her down to several in below her ass, and nothing else.

"shuffle passion to me,"she hissed into his ear.

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

She directed him to her bedchamber. He waddled with her in his blazon, across the small life room and down the nail down Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, navigating carefully, as their tongues were actively engaged and his vision was limited. They got through the doorway into the sleeping room. Bret stopped in his tracks.

The room was ambrosial, smelled like a fresh fruit salad in a pine forest. conducive to make love. The blind were drawn, so no out of doors Inner Light came through the windows. There were a XII candle burning, well-placed all around the room, on the nightstands, the chest and desk and president, in presence of the mirror, radiating around them. His sassing never left hers until he put her foot down on the flooring 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 instant. He told her to lie down on the bed. He was down to his socks, his cock was a projectile homing in.

The kindling and odor were subtle and high-flown. He eyed her au naturel consistency on the bed as he took off his air sock. Her hanker dark hair, halfway to her backside, her foxy olive skin, her placid blazonry and legs, her shaved twat. Bret's prick was pulsing. He got onto the bed beside her, put his coat of arms around her, held her shut down, pressed his cock against her. And then he started talking.

"Clarissa, I want to apologize to…"

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

"Yes."

"Do you need me to wet-nurse your tool ?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to eat my cunt ?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get to work."

In the hospital, Clarissa had had Bret's cock in her deal, and in her mouthpiece, and had swallowed his cum. She wanted to taste him again, but showtime she wanted to find him inside her. She needed to.

He took her back into his blazon and kissed her again, their spit went instantly back into activity, tasting, probing, plunging, his cock was erected and stretched to the max. He slipped a hand between her stage, into her saturated chess opening. He rolled on top of her, their mouth still plastered together, their tongue on simulated military operation, and with almost no crusade at all, his cock found her, and slipped into her watery puss with wily grace. This was something new for Bret, it was like his cock was a heat-seeking missile that found its target all on its own.

Just like that they were fucking. Their torso were quickly in sync, and their osculation kept up with their bulwark, working as a social unit to consummate their longtime latent feelings for each former. Clarissa was grunting her pleasure with every push, and Bret started pounding her harder, ignoring the twinges of pain in his right human knee. Her pussy was so wet, his dick was sliding in and out with simpleness. He fucked her harder.

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

"roll in the hay me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,"she cried. Bret was banging her bigtime, so it didn't take long.

With Clarissa's bozo sinew surrounding his pulsing member, Bret came with a boom, his spermatozoan rushed up through his diaphysis like they were going to a fire. Seconds later, her torso 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 munition, kissed her lips, her mentum, her forehead, her cheeks, her mentum, slowly, gently. Then he kissed her white meat, licked her perk nipple, and placed the side of his head on her bosom. They rested and dozed.

-- --

Bret was awakened by Clarissa's mouth wrapped around his erected dick. He ran his finger through her tomentum, 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 intellect that night in his hospital room, how she wanted him then, and now. She felt his fingers sifting through her hair, massaging her scalp, slipped her finger into his ass.

Then it was come on, let's go, hurry up. His cock was in the mouthpiece of his buff, and his lover's power fingerbreadth was knuckle-deep in his ass. If that didn't make him get, nothing would.

He came alright. Like a hurricane.

-- --

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

They were lying in bed, enwrapped, in ataraxis, her head on his shoulder, the stew on their flesh about middle air-dried. Clarissa looked up into his eyes.

"A stone's shed away. I could ask the same head,"she said.

"I know,"he said."That's what is so amazing. You were right in front 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 pupil. His lips and tongue got in use pleasing her, and she manipulated her genitals this way and that to consecrate him ultimate access to her moving parts. She came like a river and yowled like a puma until her physical structure quivers abated.

They slept together peacefully. Then woke up in the too soon dayspring and fucked some more until their genitals were bruised.

-- --

Bret pretty much lived at Clarissa's place for the next two weeks. Clarissa would go to work, and they'd go out to the grocery store, have a drink somewhere, go to a pizzeria, get some take-out. The rest of the clock time they made dear, and voiced their beloved for each former, over and over. In those two weeks they fucked two or three time a day, took care of each former orally just as often, and in the last few days Clarissa's ass became a object of Bret's affections. With his fingers and clapper and finally, his cock. Clarissa knew, when she felt his prick up her ass, his hands surrounding her boob, his lips on her neck, and she came like a busted dike, that this was her man. So what if he's younger. What's seven years ?

Near the end of those two weeks, Bret mentioned how a lot he liked waking up with her in the aurora, and maybe he'd fall out of school.

"You do that,"Clarissa said,"And I'll deck your good-for-naught ass right now."

"Huh ?"he said."I can't pitch for tinker's dam anymore, I might even get cut. I'd rather be with you."

"No way, Jose. You get your degree. I don't want to be known as the girl with the unintelligent boyfriend. And I don't want to listen any rumors about you boinking any cheerleaders, either."

That shut him up.

-- --

Bret went back to school with a sore, gallant penis. He was a graduating elderly, so his course of instruction were bang stuff shot. Three classroom courses and a six course credit internship assisting a nearby high school acrobatic director two afternoons a workweek. Automatic A's.

His baseball scene had dwindled to adjacent to nothing. There were a few battle royal, and Bret got smacked around. It wasn't pretty. He messed around with his form, but naught seemed to help. His fastball had been in the ninety before his wound, but now he could not get much above eighty. The persuasiveness in his right leg was gone, and the detriment didn't go away. Every time he tried to throw hard like he had before, a pain in the neck 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 prison term Bret knew that he was not going to be signed to act as pro testis, and he would have to fall back onto his college stage to cause Bob Hope of a life history. His John R. Major : strong-arm Education.

-- --

There was a freshman, a big kid, rough, a pitcherful from a mellow school in a small town in a rural field, and the coach-and-four told Bret to take attention of the kid, take him under his extension and look out for him, mentor him. So he did.

The kid was huge. 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 form and recognise instantly that the kid's mechanics could be improved upon. So he worked with the kid every day. Worked on his stride, how he toed the rubber, the push-off of his properly leg. Taught him how to focus on the objective, the catcher's mitt, handle runners, and not be distracted.

After a few weeks the coaches saw that the kid was throwing bullets and bang. He was already contributing to the team, overpowering hitters sometimes, even as a newcomer. And they knew why. Bret had coached him up.

-- --

Clarissa visited Bret twice during that semester. When she had a couple days off in a row and the squad wasn't on the road, she made the drive and rented a cheap hotel way near the campus, and they would sleep together and bed like rabbits.

The inaugural sojourn, they both verbally expressed their love, over and over and over, and their bodies were care chemistry lab, one experimentation after another, so there was no turning back. Before her second base visit, Clarissa went to a costume store and rented a lean cheerleader outfit. She had it on when he came to the hotel room. She told him to undress her, and defecate dear to her. So that's what he did. He never did tell her that she was the starting time cheerleader he'd ever fucked.

-- --

Graduation was in May. Clarissa made the campaign with Ivy in the passenger seat, an hours-long tittle-tattle. There was a big dinner party celebration planned afterwards at a local anesthetic restaurant. Then Ivy would turn on back nursing home in the car with her parents. She knew Bret and Clarissa would be anxious to get back to their hotel room and screw.

The dinner was exquisitely. Everyone had a great meal and a good prison term. They all hugged and kissed and said their au revoir in the parking lot of the restaurant. Then Mom and Dad and Ivy hit the route, and Clarissa and Bret went back to the hotel to screw.

-- --

They woke up in the morning with tender genitals. Bret took Clarissa in his implements of war and kissed her, held her tight.

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

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

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

"What is it Bret ?"

He smiled, kissed her back talk, and held her chest in his hand.

"I got a job offer."

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

"My coach offered me an assistant coaching spatial relation and…"

"issue it."

"It wouldn't pay that much, but…"

"Take it."

"But we'd have to live here, and you'd have to move, and I would possess to travel with the team…"

"Take it. End of story."

"Really ? You sure ?"

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

He told her that he got it. He also told her that his jitney made a telephone call and had secured an consultation for her at the University hospital.

Clarissa hung around for a couple days, interviewed and was hired. She also learned that an an employee she would be entitled to require three course credits per semester for free to work toward her MSN. She would start in the emergency room, and could move to orthopedics when a placement opened. The timing was serendipitous because with the school year ending, many of the nursing student that worked in the hospital would be graduating and moving on.

The timing was also advantageous in finding somewhere to live, as so many kids were leaving for the summertime. They found a small two-bedroom place in an Old locality less than a mile from campus. They could take the air to forge if they felt like it.

She went back home to resign and give way her notice, and started packing. Her apartment term of a contract was month-to-month so getting out of it was not a trouble. Bret got a ride back and they rented a van and loaded it with all of Clarissa's box seat and lamps and palisade hangings and furniture and windowpane treatments and kitchen utensils and linen paper and you name it, they packed it. Bret didn't have squat, so the decor of their first home together would be kind of Early Girly, but he couldn't have cared less about that. Bret would repel the van and Clarissa would follow in her car.

They had dinner party with Ivy the nighttime before they left. It was a casual restaurant, close by, a topical anaesthetic place that tried too firmly to look like a trendy dealership chain, with high ceilings, hard aerofoil, too-loud medicine and bad acoustics. They were drinking pitchers of beer, eating wings and nachos and Fry, laughing it up and talking loudly just to be heard.

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

"To my little brother, a all right Brigham Young, gifted, liberal man. And to my best booster, who I have known longer than any individual on Earth except my parents, and would rely with my life. You two have finally found each other after salivating over each former for many geezerhood, and have decided to be together and portion your life history. I think that is howling. However, I must say this. You two better take care of each other, and have it off each other, protect each early. You both better do that, you both deserve it. And if you don't I'll kick your keister 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 bit,"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 other, went from amused to confused.

"As you know, for some time I've been trying to write a novel, but just couldn't seem to find a narrative that I could delve into, and arise, that I could get excited about, with characters that were believable and berth that subscriber could discover with. It has been frustrating, to say the to the lowest degree. But a few months ago I had a breakthrough, and I'm 100 Thomas Nelson Page into it, and it's good. I know it is. I can feel it."

"That's enceinte,"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 infirmary, and his nurse is his sister's best admirer, who he's known since childhood. And in the hospital, the nurse 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 honey and…"

"okeh, girl,"Clarissa said."clock time to visit it a night."

They took her home, LE than a mile, and walked her inside. Bret waited in the aliveness way while Clarissa put her to bed. Got her a cup of water, adjusted her covers, made sure she was comfy.

"Are you okay ?"Clarissa asked.

"Ooh, I'm fine,"Ivy said."I'm so felicitous you two got together."

"So am I."

"Will you do me a party favour ?"

"Of course. What ?"

"Once you get settled into your new house, invite me over for a weekend."

"Sure. No job there."

"One other 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 mouth and tucked the blanket snugly up to her neck.

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

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