This Is the Way Sex Wors

She lay on her back on the hospital bed, her head resting on a pillow, appearing as though in a trance as she gazed up at the ceiling. Covered with only a bed sheet, she remained still. Apparently, she was waiting for the young male patient, a boy in his late teens, to make himself ready.

The boy had already "visited" the nursing assistant four times, each visit occurring on a weekend, and at the very same time in the afternoon. Each time he had demonstrated increasing confidence in his ability to perform. And with each succeeding visit the act had seemed just as new and exciting to the boy as the first.

This particular hospital room was located at the far end on an infrequently used "overflow" aisle, out of direct view of the nurse's station.

It wasn't clear whether the intent of the boy's visits were therapeutic in nature, prescribed by a doctor's order, or simply a recurring consensual rendezvous driven by the nursing assistant's interest in the boy.

Clean cut, youthfully handsome, Caucasian, the boy shut the door to the room, not particularly generous in its dimensions, then quietly padded a short distance over to the foot of the bed. On the wall above the headboard, a large clock with a red second hand displayed the time of day, currently 4:37. He gazed a long moment at the nursing assistant, a young woman possessed of Asian good looks. Eventually, without saying a word she issued a simple nod.

Seeing this, the boy proceeded to lift off his pajama tops over his head, then tug down at the bottoms. In a brief moment he stood naked before her.

From a tray resting on a small table alongside the bed the young male patient lifted a tiny foil packet. He proceeded to draw the bed sheet down off the nursing assistant, casting it aside to discover she was still wearing the sky blue top of her uniform. But nothing else. From his expression there was no mistaking he was in awe of her.

The young male patient climbed into bed with the nursing assistant, on his knees between her legs. Immediately he took hold of his penis and began to awaken it. No doubt the anticipation of what lay immediately ahead caused a viable erection to form in less than half a minute.

The young male patient tore open the foil packet, positioning the greasy condom over the head of his penis, rolling it over the shaft, down to the base. Still on his knees he rocked forward a bit until the tip of his erect penis touched the nursing assistant's pubic mound, natural and untrimmed. With his left hand he guided the head where it needed to go. He felt it slip inside, and, with a little forward pressure he was able to cause the shaft to follow.

The young male patient proceeded to hunch forward over the nursing assistant. She remained still, but her palms came to rest on the boy's buttocks. With that the boy began his coital dance, at first slowly, purposefully, sampling the feel of it.

Gradually, the boy's interaction with the nursing assistant began to take on a curious appearance, as though his actions were being driven by some mysterious external force--raw, primal. Clearly, he was exhibiting signs of having advanced deeper into the cycle of his sexual function. His physical actions were soon joined by unbridled moans of bottomless, intense pleasure.

The sudden speedup in the boy's coital thrusting served as a visual sign that he was rapidly nearing his reward. His breathing grew heavier, his moans of pleasure louder. And in a matter of perhaps another thirty seconds, he was there, still hunched over the nursing assistant, his hips flailing, riding waves of the pleasure-pain of his ejaculation, until every last drop of his boyish energy had been spent.

Still hunched over her, the boy's gaze shifted from the nursing assistant to the clock on the wall. It now read a little past 4:42. For a long moment he remained still, recovering from the fever of completing the act.

The young male patient climbed out of the hospital bed, his erection still viable. He removed the condom, discarding it in a nearby can labeled "Bio-hazardous Waste." He picked up his pajamas from the floor, then quickly put them back on.

Without so much as saying a word he padded over to the door, then turned around to take one last look at the nursing assistant. She lay on her back, just as he had left her, her eyes still staring up at the ceiling, her face expressionless. Her hair had been mussed a little. The boy now appeared even more in awe of her.

The young male patient opened the door and stepped out, disappearing quietly into the hallway, back to his own room.