KARIN
It was a rough couple of hours, but the doctor finally came out of the examining room and told us Dad would be okay. He threw a lot of technical jargon at us, but the bottom line was that Dad might have had a minor cardiac episode, but mostly it was sheer exhaustion. This was very unusual for a man under forty who hadn't just run a marathon, and who didn't have any underlying conditions, but he seemed to be okay.
Maybe it would have helped to tell the doctor that Dad had just had out-of-control sex twice, first with Mom and then with his eighteen-year-old daughter - but I thought it would be better not to mention that.
JEREMY
I couldn't help feeling somewhat responsible, though I'm not sure what I could have done. Maybe if I'd been able to convince Naomi to stay. But after we'd had sex, we both wanted to be as far from one another as possible.
That seems to ease up after a while - I'm okay around Karin now, after all, even though there's no sexual attraction...
Anyway, when I heard Dad's car take off, and I realized Naomi wasn't in Karin's room, I knew she was in his car and I knew what was going to happen.
The doctor told us we could take Dad home in an hour or so. Mom needed to fill out some paperwork, and in the meantime a nurse just went in to give him some instructions about diet and exercise.
Holy shit no!
I thought, and ran into Dad's room, almost bowling over an old man with a walker.
The nurse, wearing a tag that identified her as Angela Bennett, was demonstrating some breathing exercises, and was startled by my presence. "Is there something I can help you with, young man?"
I guess she was about thirty, so a dozen years older than I was, but still it seemed odd for her to be calling me "young man."
"That's my father," I told her.
"I understand, but you still need to wait outside with the rest of your family."
"I know, but... he can't be alone with a woman." Because sex right now would probably kill him, but there's no way I could explain that.
"I'm not a woman," she said curtly. "I'm a nurse."
Oh, she was definitely a woman, I thought. "It's a religious thing. He can't be alone with any woman, even a nurse."
"What sort of religion is that?"
"Uh... the one Mike Pence is. Is part of."
I could see she was wondering whether I need to be escorted to the psych ward, but decided it wasn't worth the bother. "Well," she said, "I think we're about done here. There's some more information he'll need, but I suppose I can give it to you. You are over eighteen, aren't you?"
Ouch. "Yes, ma'am."
"Okay, come with me." She grabbed a folder from a small table next to Dad's bed, and led me out of the examining room into a small office, barely large enough for a doctor or nurse to draw blood or take blood pressure.
She opened the folder, and took out some prescription sheets. "We'd like him to take these for a week, and then come back for a follow-up and we'll see where he stands." Then she gave me a small pile of papers with illustrations on them. "Your father should do these light exercises once a day. They'll help his circulation and stamina." She demonstrated a short series of stretches. "Ten reps of this," she said. "It's important that he keeps his back as straight as possible, because we don't want him back here because he pulled something."
"Okay, thanks," I said.
"The second set of exercises, maybe you should look more carefully." She unbuttoned her green scrubs blouse and took it off, revealing a light green bra. It seemed sturdy enough to support her through a long day, but the cups were sheer enough to show off her areolas and nipples. "Watch my lower back," she told me, as she began the stretches.
I doubt she expected me to really be watching her lower back.
"Okay, let's see you do them," she said. When I began, she said "Shirt off. It's okay, Jeremy, I'm a nurse."
Once I had my shirt off, I went through the stretches and she put her hands on my chest to make sure my muscles were stretching properly.
She had no idea what was happening, but of course I did: I'd gotten her out of Dad's room so he wouldn't
die
, but then I'd been so focused on what she was telling me that I forgot we'd been alone together for more than fifteen minutes.
Oh well... it's not as if I'd planned this, but I wouldn't have said no to her even if
I did
still have the ability to say no.
(Though in a larger sense, does
any
eighteen-year-old guy
ever
have the ability to say no to sex?)
"Any leg exercises you can recommend?" I asked.
She smiled. "I do, I fact."
She untied her scrubs pants and let them drop to the ground. She lifted her leg and placed her foot on a chair, showing me both her flexibility and a wet spot on the crotch of her white panties.
I think this was the point when she realized we were going to fuck, though I don't think she realized she really had no choice in the matter.
Without saying a word, or even meeting my eyes, she locked the room door, pulled down her panties, leaned over the examination table, and spread her legs. We were going to get right to work on it, I'm sure she thought: quickly scratch our respective itches, and she was going to get back to work.
But it didn't work out that way: the more I fucked her, the more she seemed to want it or need it - and I was both very willing and very able to comply. Something about the way she was moaning was particularly sexy, not that I needed any help staying aroused.
After I came in her the first time, she laid her scrubs top on the floor, laid down on it, and ordered me to get down on the floor and finish the job.
Shortly before I came for a second time, my phone buzzed. It was Karin telling me Dad was ready to go home, but of course I couldn't stop what I was doing.
#
There was no school the next day. The school sent out a notice only saying the high school would be closed for the day because of a confidential investigation. We would later find out that the day before, there had been three accusations of teachers having sex with students: two senior girls and one senior boy. They were all over eighteen, but it was still a crime.
Dad had stayed home from work, having been ordered to rest for a few days. He said he remembered absolutely nothing about last night, after going to sleep with (that is, having sex with) Mom. Probably for the best.
Mom went into work. Just as well, because I still wasn't 100% sure whether we'd be alright alone together.
And I'm sure Karin was going to be
very
careful about never being alone with Dad: sex with him would not only be horrifying, but God knows how it could harm him.
And of course I could never tell Karin that her best friend Naomi had had sex with Dad last night, and that's probably what sent him to the hospital. She might never forgive her, even though it was obviously not her fault.
This was all becoming a nightmare.
I knocked on Karin's door after breakfast, and she told me to come in.
"Well,
you
look like shit," she told me.
"Thanks." I dropped myself down on the beanbag chair next to the window, but first I had to step over Naomi's bra. "If you'd told me a week ago," I said, "that sex would become tiresome..."
"And painful," Karin agreed. "I've been thinking about it, and at this rate I might never have sex with a guy with a normal-sized dick who doesn't pound me senseless for twenty minutes straight. It doesn't hurt or anything while it's happening, but holy fuck I'm sore an hour later." I wondered who, other than me and Gregory, she'd been with the past few days, but of course it was none of my business.
It also occurred to me that if I could really only have sex with each woman once, I was going to run out of options well before I was too old to want sex. And would I ever get a blow job, if every women just wanted me to cum in their pussies?
