Mary -- CAW #23 - Sex Stories

Mary -- CAW #23

... wheeled away to her room, Mary squeezed her hand one last time. We cleaned up our tiny two-exam-table emergency department together since the nurse who covered it while we were out on the ambulance call went back to her ward. Mary relaxed on her desk chair. “Did I shock you?” “How?” I asked, even though I was pretty sure I knew what she meant. “My skirt.” “I shouldn’t have looked. I’m sorry.” “No, you’re not, and neither am I. Mike, it’s okay. You’re a cute boy. “I’ll be twenty-one next week.” “And I’m going to get you drunk. We talked about that before. That’s not what I’m talking about now.” “What are you talking about now?” She waved her hand dismissively, like she was shooing the words away. “Don’t worry about it. Did I ever tell you about my late husband?” “No.” “His name was Ted. He looked a bit like you. We got married right after high school. He came back from Korea in a box. It took me a year to accept it and longer to let myself even notice a man again.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. My point about Ted is he made me promise to move on and live a full life without him if he got killed. He’s a fond memory now and the reason I’m a nurse. He wanted to go to college and med school when he got out of the service, so it made sense for me to get nurse’s training while he was away. I would have a wage for us to live on while he was in school, so when he enlisted I enrolled. It’s a rewarding career, I earn enough to get by, and I meet a good class of men.” “You still wear your ...

... wedding ring.” “Yes, to honor Ted. It helps keep the creeps away when I go out, too. I live for today. Look where we are right now – a room where we hope people don’t die. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, or if there will even be a tomorrow? Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I don’t like a man in my bed some nights, but it can’t be just anybody.” “You’re not old, Mary.” “A year more than twice your age.” “That’s hard to believe.” “Aw, that’s sweet! You’re trying to make my panties wet, aren’t you? I do wear panties under my white pantyhose even though they’re pretty opaque, in case you couldn’t tell. I don’t usually show off quite THAT much.” “I really wasn’t trying to look.” She leaned back in her old desk chair and parted her knees just enough. “Tomorrow I’ll wear stockings and a garter belt. You might want to wear tighty-whities instead of boxers if what I see now is any indicator of what bare skin will do to you. We don’t want your friend there displayed standing at attention if we get a patient. Briefs should control the bulge better.” I held my coffee cup in my lap in an attempt to hide. “How many girls have you had sex with in college? I’m not going to tell your mother, so you don’t have to lie.” “I do okay.” “I heard a couple girls talk about you here.” “Well…” She laughed. “Don’t worry. They said good things, Romeo. I could be a real traitor to my gender and tell you which nurse’s aide is dying to go out with you, but it might be fun to watch you figure it out on your ...