This story ends the "It's Too Darn Hot" series (though some of the characters will turn up in the still-ongoing "Ryan Family" series). If you haven't read the previous chapters (It's Too Darn Hot, Days 1 and 2, It's Too Darn Hot Day 3, It's Too Darn Hot, Days 4 and 5, It's Too Darn Hot Day 5 (1PM), It's Too Darn Hot Day 5 (night), Ryan Family Chapter 5 -- which is a crossover with this series and is essentially It's Too Darn Hot Day 6, and It's Too Darn Hot Days 7+), you probably should do so. Actually even if you have, you might want to read them again because a) I think the story works best as a whole, and b) I've gone back and done a lot of rewriting of the earlier chapters.
And now, with no further ado, we skip ahead to Thanksgiving week...
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The Monday before Thanksgiving, I overslept. I had an early class and Ellen didn't, so she ignored the alarm clock and I kept putting off getting out of bed, content to remain snuggled up with her.
I finally realized how late it was, jumped out of bed, dressed quickly, and ran out the door. I took the staircase from the fourth floor to the third floor two steps at a time. I took the staircase form the third floor to the second floor two steps at a time. I took the staircase from the second floor to the first floor... fourteen steps at a time.
The next thing I really remember is waking up in the university hospital, in pain despite a lot of drugs. Ellen was sitting by my bed. "The doctor says you'll be okay," she said. "but it'll take a while. You did a job on your right leg."
I think I nodded my head, and then I was asleep again.
The next time I saw Ellen was Monday evening, and this time I knew more about what was going on. "They're going to keep me in here for a few days, because I can't really take care of myself yet. Then, since I won't be able to deal with stairs for at least a couple of months, they're moving me to the guest house for the rest of the school year." The guest house was an on-campus building where the school put up visiting professors, lecturers, and the like. They'd cleared out one of the first floor apartments. I wondered how much of this was accommodating an injured student and how much was hoping I wouldn't sue the school over my accident -- though it was clearly my own stupid fault.
I also wondered how all of this would affect my odd relationship with Ellen: though we slept together almost every night, she didn't know whether she wanted to have sex, and I was trying to respect that. She had jerked me off twice over the past week, and the second time she let me rub her breasts while she was doing it, but she didn't want my hands anywhere below her waist. I was hoping these were just baby steps, and eventually... well, in the meantime, Ellen was the best friend I'd ever had, and I was happy.
As if reading my mind, she said, "What ever will you do about your sex drive while you're here? Maybe some hot nurse will feel sorry for you and come in one night and offer you a hand job. You'll tell me all about it, won't you?"
"Actually," I said, beginning to feel familiar stirrings under my hospital gown despite still being somewhat drugged, "I was okay until you started talking about it."
"Sorry, Brat," she said, not meaning it at all. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
I watched her leave the room, and before I fell back asleep I realized this was the first time she'd kissed me.
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When I woke up, it was already dark. I saw somebody come into my room, clearly a woman, and said "Ellen?" and she told me "No," and walked over to me without saying anything else. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw it was one of the nursing students, just a few years older than me. I didn't remember the nurses or nursing students on this floor wearing such short uniform skirts, though.
She leaned over to whisper to me, and I noticed that the top few buttons of her blouse were undone. "I spoke to your doctor," she said, "and he told me that your leg would heal fine, but you could have complications if you're sexually frustrated." She lifted my gown, and smiled. "Oh, you're already in a bad way. But for this to really work, I'll need you even harder. Do you have any suggestions?"
"Um..."
"Wait, I know." She unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way, and let it drop to the floor. She was naked underneath, and her breasts were large and firm and perfect. She looked at my penis again. "Oh, that's even better." She wrapped her right hand around it. "So big and hard. This is going to be fun." Then she leaned forward and took all of into her mouth. I'd never had a blow job before, but this was just how I'd always imagined it would be.
I lost track of how long she'd sucked me, and finally she let my hard cock fall out of her mouth and said "I can't waste all this cum," and pulled off her panties, crawled into the bed with me, positioned her pussy over my cock, and began to lower herself onto me.
"Oh wow," Ellen said.
"Huh?" Ellen???
The nurse faded away with the rest of the dream, and I saw Ellen sitting next to my bed. She gestured at my gown. "Did they put a cast on your cock too, or are you just happy to see me?" I looked down and saw, tenting my gown, an erection I'd have been happy to have just about anywhere but here. "Don't worry, nobody else was in here to see that. I hope your were dreaming about me, at least."
"You were definitely responsible," I said truthfully.
She thought for a moment. "Okay, can you turn on your side so that your back is to the door?"
"Maybe halfway, because of the cast. Why?"
"Just do it," she said. I turned, and she pulled all the tissues out of the box on my nightstand, then lifted up my gown to expose my cock.
"What are you doing?"
