House Call
Somehow or another, I managed to make it nearly three weeks before caving in.
Once I'd returned home, I found my life had improved exponentially. The sheer fact that I was at long last able to maintain an erection as well as achieve orgasm made me feel better than I ever thought possible, and my self-esteem was certainly higher than it had ever been. However, the source of my newfound ability continued to baffle me whenever it crossed my mind.
The bag of 'medicine' Nurse Isabella had provided me with prior to my being discharged sat beside my bed and, if I were being honest, occasionally sat on the bed. More than once I'd held it tightly beside me with the top slightly open, the scent of its contents slowly wafting out from within the bag and into my nostrils as I slept, waking me up time and time again with a raging case of morning wood.
It was insane, yet I knew I could never go back. If this was the only way for me to keep getting hard, then so be it.
Even so, the card she'd gifted me with her phone number on it remained on my nightstand, and every time my eyes fell upon it a tug of desire would make itself known from deep inside me. As much as I was enjoying her socks, stockings and tights, the thought of seeing her again and getting my medicine straight from the
source... it was strong.
Yet time and time again I resisted its pull. She was a nurse after all, and very likely busy. Besides, things were going remarkably well for me, so why bother her?
Alas, that logic did little to silence the longing. If anything, it made it even louder as the days went by.
Finally, late one afternoon after I'd finished pleasuring myself whilst huffing a pair of Nurse Isabella's dirty knee socks, I gave in. The afterglow had barely ceased when I grabbed the card from the nightstand along with my cell phone and dialled the number.
For a few seconds, only the dial tone greeted me, and I wondered if she'd given me a fake number as a gag. But then came a click and someone picked up, and before I knew it, that lovely accent of hers filled my ears once again.
"Hello?" She asked, and for a moment I found myself absolutely speechless. Luckily, my senses returned to me before she hung up, and I quickly informed her it was me.
I swore I could see the smirk appear on her lips through the phone as she replied. "Ah, I was wondering when I'd hear from you... Have you been taking your medicine sweetie?"
My eyes moved towards the bag she'd gifted me, and even though I'd just finished up, I could already feel my cock beginning to stir at the thought of what it contained, let alone from hearing her sweet voice once more. "Yes."
She giggled warmly, and I nearly melted where I stood. "Such a good little patient you are... So, what seems to be the problem?"
Her question threw me for a loop, and I realized I wasn't quite sure what to say. There had been no real planning involved- the desire to contact her had been in the driver's seat this whole time, and now that I had, I hadn't a clue what to do next.
Luckily for me, Nurse Isabella was a professional.
"Looking for a follow-up? A house call perhaps?"
"Yes," I replied, the word practically leaping out of my mouth. "Exactly."
Another giggle slipped through the phone. "I'm not on call this Friday. How does that sound sweetie?"
I couldn't agree fast enough.
The rest of the call was a blur to me, though I know I gave her my address and agreed upon a time. Yet even with all the important details taken care of, Nurse Isabella has one last bit of medical advice to provide. "Be sure to take good care of yourself until then... I'm sure you need another dose of medicine after this."
She was right, and the moment the call ended, I pulled another pair of her socks out from the depths of the bag and proceeded to stroke my already hard cock to another orgasm.