[From the author: I hugely appreciate the feedback I received on part 1. The sequel here is longer and more romantic. Thanks to those who encouraged me to continue this story. Please let me know what you think.]
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That night, I felt as though my world had changed, and in a few ways, it had. I was stuck in a hospital room with a cast on my arm and a bunch of stitches in my head. And from what I understood, I lost my car in the accident. But that night, none of that mattered. That night, all I could think of was Annie.
I kept replaying the blowjob in my mind, and each time I fell deeper into my state of disbelief. Annie was always known to be a bit of a prude. Certainly not the kind of girl who would just casually go down on a guy. Not even a guy she was dating, let alone a platonic friend like me. She must have been overcome with guilt; that was my only explanation. It left me feeling conflicted - what happened that afternoon was something I'd wanted for years, and yet I was troubled by the notion that it was all motivated by guilt. After a short while, however, I set my conscience aside, admitted to myself that it was the best thing that ever happened to me, and fell asleep looking forward to Annie's next visit.
The next day, I woke up in the late morning with a sharp pain in my head. Fortunately, a nurse soon came to my aid with some pain killers. This wasn't the nurse who offered me the handjob the day before. This nurse was much more attractive. The pale-skinned, slender, thirty-something blonde introduced herself as Megan.
She offered a kind smile, "Looks like you're doing much better," to which I nodded. "Dr. Brown will come by in a minute to check in on your progress. We'll probably be able to release you today," she cheerfully reported.
As dull as it was just lying in my hospital bed, I was severely disappointed by this news. Before she left yesterday, Annie had promised she would visit again, and I had plenty of reason to believe that I was in for another treat. Now that I was deemed well enough to be released, my fun with Annie was about to be cut tragically short.
The doctor came in and was handed a folder from nurse Megan. "Thank you, Ms. Mason." Megan turned and gave me a pleasant look before she excused herself out of the room. The silver-haired doctor took a quick glance through the folder, which apparently contained my patient file. "So how are we feeling today?"
"Fine, doctor, although I was feeling some pain in my head and neck earlier in the morning."
"Hmmm, let's take a look at your neck brace," he said. The doctor continued with a series of questions and evaluated the condition of my other injuries. He concluded that he would need to re-do the neck brace, but that I was ready to be released that very afternoon. "We'll be able to check you out of here by 2pm," said the doctor.
Damn it, I thought. I knew Annie had a 3-hour lab in the afternoon that would keep her from visiting until 4pm at the earliest. Since I would certainly be released from the hospital by then, I reluctantly decided to call Annie to tell her that a visit wouldn't be necessary. I called for a nurse to request a phone. Megan came in with a cordless phone and a sunny smile .
"Here you are. Are you calling to have someone pick you up?" she asked.
"No, just need to tell my friend not to visit since I'll be gone. I actually think all my friends have class all afternoon, so none of them can really pick me up till much later."
"Well, the hospital has a shuttle van that can take you where you need to go. We'll have it arranged," she said, "anyway, I'll let you make your phone call." As Megan stepped out of the room, I took in a nice view of her nicely-shaped rear. Not bad at all, I thought to myself. Almost as good as Annie's.
I called Annie's cellphone, but she didn't answer. "Hi, this is Annie. Leave a message and I'll talk to you later. BEEP"
"Hey Annie, I just wanted to call and tell you that I, uh, I've been looking forward to seeing you today. But it turns out I'm going to be released before you get out of class, like at 2 o'clock I think... so, I guess we can't, uh, well, just don't come to the hospital, because I won't be there." With signs of frustration in my voice, I finished by simply saying, "I hope you get this message in time... Anyway, I'll talk to you later," and I hung up the phone.
After a while, nurse Megan came by my room again, this time pushing a cart of equipment. "It's time to refit your neck brace."
As Megan stood by my side and worked on loosening my brace, I was able to get a closer look of her figure. I noticed that the top two buttons of her uniform were undone. Every now and then she tilted forward to allow a quick glimpse of her cleavage. A plentiful C-cup, I thought to myself.
"Now try to hold still, ok?"
When the brace came off, my neck felt great in the open air. "Oh wow, it's nice to get that choker off of me."
"Yeah, a lot of our patients complain that their necks get itchy," she said, "I'll clean and wipe you down before we refit the brace."
"That'd be nice, thank you." I liked where this was going.
She undid the top of my gown to reveal my torso. I noticed myself, as if by reflex, sucking in my stomach and subtly puffing out my chest. Some where in my mind, I was hoping nurse Megan might find me attractive. As she began to wipe my neck with the warm sponge, my senses took me back to the sponge bath I had yesterday. I thought about the sweet, older nurse who offered me the handjob. I wondered whether or not she told Megan about the incident. If she had, then my chances of getting similar treatment were good, I figured. But it was hard to tell based on Megan's behavior. There was nothing suggestive about the way she sponged my chest, though it felt great against my skin regardless. It was arousing enough that I began to feel a stirring under my gown. As she worked her way down from my chest to my stomach, I replayed the scenario from yesterday's sponge bath when the nurse took notice of my huge erection. It all started from there, I recalled. One thing led to another and it ended unexpectedly with a mind-bending blowjob from Annie. As I thought back to it all, my erection rose to full attention and I made no effort to hide the protrusion in my gown. Then I noticed her eyes glance quickly down at my crotch and back up. My heart began to race. The sponge worked around my sides and stomach as I watched her, anxiously awaiting her next move.
She then broke the silence in the room saying, "Here, I'll let you take it from here," and handed me the sponge.
"Oh, ok," I replied so plainly, that she would never have detected my profound disappointment.
"I'll give you a knock on your door in a short while, but take your time, ok?" She left the room and shut the door.
I mentally kicked myself for having set myself up for yet another letdown. First, Annie's visit can't happen, and now this. As soon as it occured to me that I would not find relief from my nurse, I began to wonder, and then worry that Annie's blowjob could prove to be only a one-time deal. Her words still echoed clearly in my head: "...It just hurts me so much to see you like this. I want to do whatever else I can to make it up to you... I'm going to take care of you until you're back on your feet..." Promising words with plenty of reason to be optimistic, if I wasn't well enough to be released from the hospital. Then, my thoughts continued to stir around further: Annie only went down on me because she felt guilty... She must have hated doing it... She'd have nothing to do with me, were it not for the accident... etc, etc.
As my mind went down this spiral of pessimism, I heard a knock on the door. "Are you all set?" It was the sweet voice of Megan.
"Come on in," I called out.
The moment she walked in, she saw me and said, "Oh, would you like another minute?"
