FEVER.TXT
A Short Story
Fever
by Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi
...things to me. I kicked at the soaked sheets, trying to disentangle them from
my sweaty legs. They were all twisted up, but I managed to pull my feet free
and roll over onto my side. I knew that in a very short time I would be
shivering so badly that I'd be forced to pull the matted sheets back up again,
but for now I was just too hot. Damn fever.
The mild flu that had sent me to bed early on friday night had, over the
weekend, developed into a raging fever. Frank had wanted to stay home with me,
but I wouldn't let him miss work. Besides, it wasn't like he could do anything.
I just had to sweat it out.
Literally.
The doorbell rang.
I squinted at the clock radio: just past 11 am. Who could that be? Not Sandra
surely; I'd had Frank phone her last night to tell her I was sick and cancel
our lunch. I toyed with the notion of just laying in bed and ignoring the bell
- it rang again - but decided against it. It might be important.
I slid off the bed, wrapped my thick robe around my shivering body and walked
slowly towards the door. The stairs gave me some difficulty - I was pretty
dizzy - but I grabbed the handrail and took it one step at a time. It took a
while - the bell rang again before I reached the bottom - but I eventually made
it. Flushed and sweating, I opened the door.
It was a nurse, but dressed like no nurse I had ever seen before. She wore the
white nurse's uniform, but the skirt was very short, barely covering her
thighs, and the neckline plunged down to the top of her breasts in a deep vee.
She was extremely attractive - funny, it must have been the fever; I didn't
normally think of other women as attractive - with thick, red hair, a slender
body and long... long, stocking-clad legs...
I must have been staring at her legs where they disappeared under the skirt -
once again, it must have been the fever - 'cause she cleared her throat to get
my attention. If it hadn't been for the fever, I'm sure my face would have
burned with embarrassment.
She spoke. "Mrs Blair?"
I nodded, croaking out a "yes".
"I'm nurse Welles, from Homecare Inc." She adjusted her little hat. "I've been
hired to look in on you."
That made sense. I assumed that Frank, or possibly Sandra, had decided that I
needed some medical attention. Very thoughtful, really. "Come in."
I took a step back from the door, but stumbled. I was still rather dizzy and
weak. The nurse rushed forward and grabbed my shoulder, steadying me.
"Here," she said. "You belong on your back." She was right; a fresh wave of
dizziness washed over me. She put her hand around my shoulders and helped me
back up the steps. At one point, I stumbled, and she dropped her hand to my
rear end to steady me. She kept it there for the rest of the journey, using it
to control my progress. I was acutely aware of it... squeezing, rubbing...
Finally we reached the bedroom and she steered me into the bed. "Now you just
lie there, honey," she told me, pulling off my robe, "and let nurse Welles take
care of you."
Shivering, I fell back onto the mattress. The nurse fixed the pillow behind my
head and then began straightening out the tangled sheets at my feet. I watched
for a bit. In my feverish state, her movements seemed almost hypnotic. Her
long, slender arms moving over my body; the way her red hair tumbled out from
beneath the white cap bent over... I was quite unable to take my eyes off her.
Eventually, however, the fever took hold and I began to drift away. I was so
tired. I think I fell into a bit of a daze.
It was like I was dreaming. I felt my nightie - a long tee-shirt, really -
being pulled up until it was bunched under my chin. Then a voice: "Just
relax... relax... leave everything to nurse Welles... she'll take care of
you..."
I relaxed. Then I felt a pair of soft hands - *her* hands - running along the
top of my chest and then down to my breasts. My breasts! I wanted to sit up and
push those hands away - I'd *never* been touched there by another woman - but
it felt so good. Those hands slid over my breasts, rubbing... massaging...
tweaking my nipples...
I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as the hands left my breasts and then
moved slowly across my stomach and down to my pussy. "Just relax..." I felt her
finger on the top of my pussy, just touching, teasing me... I moaned and thrust
my hips up to meet that finger, but every time I did so, it moved away, not
quite losing contact, but just enough so the pressure didn't increase.
"Please..." Was that my voice begging? I must have been delirious. But it felt
so good. After a few moments, I felt her hands parting my thighs. I helped,
opening my legs as far as they could go and thrusting upwards with my crotch. I
was rewarded with an extra bit of pressure, and let out a moan.
Then I felt something cool and wettish, sliding down between my legs and up
against my rear end. "Just relax..." It pushed up against my anus. I tried to
clench my ass muscles to stop it from entering, but every time I tightened up,
the finger left my clit. Whimpering in frustration, I gave in and let her push
the object into me. Further and further... and the deeper it went, the more
pressure was brought to bear on my clit.
I'd never had anything up there before, so it felt kind of strange. Hurt a bit,
but the feelings of pleasure caused by the hand on my pussy more than made up
for any discomfort. By now I was moaning and whimpering, desperate to come. The
feelings built and built until I was thrashing about on the bed, humping my
crotch into the air as far as I could, trying, needing to...
Ahhh... I sat up, drenched with sweat, pulling my soaked hand away from my
crotch. I'd evidently masturbated myself to orgasm while I was sleeping. The
fever did strange things to me. I kicked at the soaked sheets, trying to
disentangle them from my sweaty legs. They were all twisted up, but I managed
to pull my feet free and roll over onto my side. I knew that in a very short
time I would be shivering so badly that I'd be forced to pull the matted sheets
back up again, but for now I was just too hot.
Damn fever.
The mild flu that had sent me to bed early on friday night had, over the
weekend, developed into a raging fever. Frank had wanted to stay home with me,
but I wouldn't let him miss work. Besides, it wasn't like he could do anything.
I just had to sweat it out.
Literally.
The doorbell rang...
