Nursing The Enemy Ch. 01

He had spent 4 hours in surgery. I looked at the pins and plates holding his legs together. He was comfortable now, but when he woke up, that would be when my job really started. I took a few minutes out to have a coffee; I read his notes as I sat there, it didn't really make good bedtime reading. He had come off his motorbike, and ended up wrapped around a tree. His legs had been pinned, they ended up bent and disfigured, but now they were held together by the bars. His left arm was in plaster too, broken in 3 places. I went back in and looked at him. He looked so peaceful, when he woke up that would all change. So there I was cleaning the blood off his face from various cuts and scratches. He began to murmur. I watched him for a moment.

"You poor sod," I mumbled under my breath.

I paged the doctor, 2 minutes later two doctors and 2 more experienced nurses came into the room. I backed out the door. I could hear him groaning, and then yelling. The doctors talked to him trying to calm him down. I went outside and bumped into Millie.

"How is he?"

"He's just come round, screaming," I replied.

"Good, I hope it hurts like fuck," she spat.

I watched her stub her fag out like she was angry. She looked at me waiting for me to say something. Her eyes were hard and piercing.

"Well aren't you going to say what a bitch I am?"

She waited for an answer for a second and then left.

I pushed my chicken around the plate.

"So will he be OK?"

I put my knife and fork down knowing what was coming next. I looked across at my husband. He just sat there chewing and looking at me waiting for an answer.

"Shame he didn't kill himself," he spat.

I threw my napkin on the table and stormed to the kitchen. I stood washing up listening to the radio, the motorbike accident was big news in a small town like ours, and seeing who he was, it was always going to make headlines. The owner of 6 successful garages had skidded and come off his bike. His girlfriend was reported to be by his bedside, she hadn't even come to the hospital.

"I don't want you nursing him, ask to be reassigned."

He began drying up. I could feel his eyes watching me, waiting for my response. I was trying to keep calm.

"We are short staffed."

The plate he was drying crashed to the ground making me jump. I heard his footsteps walking away, and then the front door slammed. I crouched down to pick up the shattered plate. 2 days later I was back in the hospital. So much for some time with my husband, he was moody and we hardily spoke. His father had come to visit us, and had given me a lecture, on where my loyalties should lie as my husband and his sister looked on.

"How do you feel?" I asked, as I tidied his bedclothes.

He just gave me a look that asked if I was mad, I ignored it. He winced as I lifted his head and held the cup to his lips; he coughed and then swallowed the pills.

"Fuck it hurts," he mumbled, as I lowered his head to the pillow.

I stood outside with Millie taking a fag break.

"How is he?" she asked, staring up at the rain.

"In pain, and feeling down, what you would expect."

She smirked and went back inside.

I stood in my nightdress rubbing lotion into my hands.

"Dave I'm not in the mood," I mumbled.

He just ignored me, his hand continued underneath my short nightdress. His lips buried into my neck. The thin straps were pulled from my shoulders. The nightdress slipped off my breasts, and fell as far as Dave's hands that worked on my pussy. I went limp like a rag doll. He spun me round and kissed me hard. I just stared into his eyes. I turned away from his mouth, first one way then the other. He gripped my chin and smiled. His mouth moved over mine, and his eyes watched me as he kissed me hard. I was still in rag doll mode. I made no attempt to respond to him. He backed me onto the bed, and I felt his face between my legs. He lapped at my pussy and groaned as he did so.

"I don't want it. Stop," I droned.

He moved up the bed and pushed into me. I put my hand around his neck wanting to hold him.

"No Karen not yet, will you talk to me for awhile" he groaned excitedly.

I put my arm back over my head.

"Do you have to," I started.

"You are my wife, remember the vows you took?" he mumbled, "I saw you talking to him. Then you looked at me as he whispered in your ear. You just stood there staring at me with that bitch look on your face."

He began to pant and grunt. I was giving him the look now, the one that turned him on so much, that cold, almost mocking look.

"Hurry up and finish will you," I mumbled.

"I bet you don't say that to him, bitch."

"He hasn't fucked me yet, and I mean yet," I spat.

He was close already. His face rubbed over mine. His tongue speared into my mouth. There it was the smell of my pussy. His eyes watched mine again. But he was closer now, yes here we go. His ass was getting faster and faster. I wrapped my legs around his back and I moaned a little. Yep there it was making the short journey up his cock into my pussy. I squeezed him into me with my legs. I held him there as I tightened my pussy and milked him.

"God that was great," he mumbled.

I smiled as he moved down the bed.

"Go on try it, I dare you?"

He looked between my legs. Oh he did want to try it I could see that, he just didn't have the nerve. We smiled at each other.

The next morning I watched my husband pace around reading his notes. I owed him so much; I vowed one day to pay him back for getting me out of the nightmare I had been dragged into. Last night we had talked for hours. My husband was passionate about our conversation. What we talked about turned me on, more than I really wanted to admit. Then we fucked again, my mind ran through everything he had asked me to do.

"What?" he asked looking up from his notes.

"I'm going away this weekend."

"Hello babe, I'm free this weekend....Yeah, he's so wrapped up in his garages he wouldn't even know."

I watched my husband lick his lips. I just raised an eyebrow daring him to say something. He didn't, he just watched me. I laughed into the phone, as I pulled my husband's zip down. I wormed my hand into his pants and pulled out his cock. I just left it there hanging out of his trousers as I laughed down the phone again. I tapped my foot over Dave's stiffening cock.

"See you soon honey," I said into the phone as I grinned up at Dave.

I slipped my tongue over the head of his cock, and plunged my mouth right over it. Dave gasped as I pulled my mouth slowly up over his cock. I let his head drop out with a plop. I closed the phone and dropped to my knees. I sucked Dave a little and then pulled off of him. I pulled up his zip and kissed his cheek.

"Don't you think you had better be going to work?"

I squeezed his cock through his trousers one last time. He smiled and then picked up his briefcase and left. He loved me sending to work with a hard on. Then, when he came home, we would play some more.

A week later I sat next to the bed waiting for Paul to wake up. I had cleaned him up and washed his face. He was 29 years old, two years older than me. His face was now covered in a beard, his jaw was square and his nose just the right size. He had green eyes, real green, not the pale washed out look they just sparkled. His hair was black and short and he was probably just over 6 feet tall, well that might have changed now after his accident. I had to read the last page of my book again.

He stirred and I looked at him. He went quiet again and I carried on reading. I crossed my legs over feeling the white nylon rub together. The hero was about to save the girl from the pack of hounds that had chased her. She ran as fast as she could. Tears streaming down her face as she looked over her shoulder. The six dogs were gaining on her; she could see their red eyes and razor like teeth. The one that had torn her long dress from her body had a piece of it caught in his teeth. Her legs were fast losing the struggle to keep going. She tripped and fell rolling over several times. The nearest dog sprang forward, the same dog that nipped her leg that now ran with blood. She jumped to her feet and crying loudly she tried to run again. She was the amusement for her master and his guests. In 1635 chasing foxes had become a bore to her evil master and his wicked friends, they chased prostitutes or rather sex slaves that had dared to run away. He grabbed her and pulled her up onto his horse, just as she was giving in, running out of energy. He rode off with her until the hounds gave up, knowing they couldn't catch a horse in full gallop. I swallowed as I read how they had stopped near a stream under the cloudless sky. She clung to him and then pulled away. Her hero pulled her back and they stared into each others eyes. I took a little breath. They moved forward and kissed. The book didn't go into much detail of the things she was made to do at the feet of her evil master, or his friends. Still it could have been me; well it was in a way.

"Good is it?"

I jumped a little. I could feel a faint flush on my cheeks.

"Not bad," I said, after clearing my throat.

I saw his eyes drop to my legs; he didn't try to hide his gaze. I tugged my white uniform down, and stood up. He coughed and winced with the pain. I looked at my watch and got his pills. I could feel his eyes looking at my face as I gave him the medication with water. They seem to flick over my features, my cheek bones, my lips, my earlobes, and my neck. I parted my lips slightly; I could feel his eyes on them for a brief moment. A tingle ran down my spine. I held his head up with one hand around the back of his neck, and fluffed his pillow with the other. His face was just inches from my breasts. I looked down a little shocked, as I felt his breath blowing through my uniform. I lowered his head back to the pillow, and swallowed before he could see me do it.

"So he's going to be here for quite a time?" Millie asked, as her cigarette hit the ground.

I watched the red end turn to ash.

"You should ask to be moved to another ward," she said, as her eyes looked deep into mine.

"Look I'm just doing my job," I mumbled.

"Pathetic Karen!" she snapped.

I watched her walk away in hurried little steps, with her hands thrust into the pockets of her white uniform. Her head was bowed against the light rain that fell from the grey sky. I bent down and picked her fag end up and put it in the bin.

"Will you shave me?"

I stopped what I was doing and looked into the mirror at him.

"I'll get Rob the male nurse to do it later," I replied.

"Why, are you scared you'll nick my face?"

He began laughing and then he winced and tried to move. I could see the pain now in his eyes.

"Just keep still, don't move."

I rushed over to his bed and held his shoulders. His face was screwed up and he was starting to yell. He slowly started to win his battle against the pain. He panted slightly looking beyond me to the door.

"Hello Millie, come to see the freak? Ouch, fuck!" he groaned.

He started up again shaking and trying to get up. I looked over my shoulder and there stood Millie just looking at him.

"Millie get Doctor Victor, hurry!"

She pushed herself off the door frame and looked at her nails.

"Millie!" I snapped, trying to keep Paul from jumping around.

"Yeah, OK," she said with a sigh.

I watched her wander off.

"Fucking hell," I swore under my breath.

I reached for the button and pushed it. I was really struggling to keep him down. He was crying and yelling with pain. He had gone red and every muscle in his neck and face strained. His one good hand gripped my arm. I could feel it tremble and tighten around my upper arm.

"Paul try and calm down, Paul, listen to me, calm down," I called, holding his shoulders and looking into those green terrified eyes.

I watched the needle go into his arm. Slowly the grip on my arm slackened. His eyes began to roll and his eyelids closed. His arm slipped from mine and I put it gently under the sheet. I wiped a tissue over his face, following the tears that had run down his neck.

"Are you OK Karen? You'll have a bruise there later."

I smiled at Doctor Victor. I was still panting from holding Paul down.

"Yes he's a strong young man. Hopefully he'll mend, he just has to get used to what happened now that's half the battle. Why don't you go and have a coffee?"

I felt a slight tap on my backside.

"Karen you did well," he said.

I looked back at Doctor Victor, just in time to see his eyes roll over my backside.

Two days later Paul apologised to me, for being a baby. I laughed as he seemed more concerned about me seeing him cry. I stroked his cheek just to reassure him. Nurses didn't do that sort of thing, especially married nurses.

"Come on let's sneak out for fag?" Millie whispered.

"I've got to tidy Paul's room, his girlfriend is coming in," I replied.

"Fucking hell Karen you are a nurse not a bloody cleaner," she spat in my ear and then stormed off.

"My god.....Oh bloody hell!"

I watched the unbelieving look on his girlfriends face. She turned away and pushed past me throwing up into the sink. I watched Paul look out of the window.

"Get her out of here," he mumbled distantly.

I pulled the covers back over his legs.

I followed her out into the car park. She couldn't get away fast enough.

"Look in a few months he'll start walking again. Just a few steps and we'll see how it goes."

"How the hell can you do that job? Paul must be going mad in there, he liked sports he was always doing sporty things, look at him now! He's a bloody cripple!"

I watched her wipe the tears from her eyes with her carefully manicured nails. She opened the door of the Porsche. She was pretty, she knew it, and so did everyone else. She turned heads, dripping in jewellery and expensive clothes.

"So his latest tart has dumped him then, did she really puke last week when she saw the pins and plates sticking out of his legs?"

"Yeah, god you thought she would have tried to understand, he's quite cut up about it," I mumbled, and took a last drag on my cigarette.

"Oh Karen don't be such an asshole. I'm glad she dumped him, serve the bastard right."

I picked up Millie's dog end and put it in the bin.

I did the rag doll act again for Dave. I spread my legs getting ready.

"Wait, what is that, that on your arm?"

I looked at the old bruise from Paul's fingers.

"One of the patients had a panic attack; I tried to calm him down."

"Who?" Dave asked.

"Look it's no big deal, it doesn't hurt. Come on let's play the game."

He grabbed my hand away from his face, "I'll fucking kill him the bastard! Have you filed a complaint?" he hissed.

"No he had a panic attack; it comes with the job Dave!" I growled.

"God he's doing it to wind me up. He marked you so I would see it, the fucking piece of shit!"

"You look happier," I said, at the start of my shift.

He nodded.

"Look I'm sorry about you and your girlfriend. I'm sure when she has thought about things she'll see sense."

"Would you? Would you want to go out with me like I am now?"

I gave a little embarrassed smile, and put the strands of blonde hair back behind my ear, that had fallen out of my hair grip.

"See you wouldn't either."

"Paul I didn't say anything. But well if you must know, then well I'd still go out with you."

"So do you fancy me then?"

The blonde hair fell again; my fingers were trembling a little too.

"No I meant if we were seeing each other, I, I wouldn't let you down. Um do you need anything?" I stammered, picking his notes that the night nurse had left.

"Sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you."

I gave a little laugh and shook my head. I cursed the hair that had fallen again.

"You didn't, embarrass me I mean," I answered.

He slept and I read my book again. I was facing the bed, with my feet up on the box that was joined to his bedside cabinet. I held the book on my legs. It was now I realised the hem of my white uniform had ridden up. I knew the way I was sat, if he looked, he would see up my dress. The starched uniform didn't mould to the backs of my thighs, god he'd be able to see my panties under my white tights! I started to adjust the way I was sat. Then I just stopped myself. The thought of him opening his eyes and looking straight up my uniform had me gasping a little. I swallowed and I could feel the itch between my legs. My neck felt flushed, and my hands trembled on the pages. I glanced at him watching him sleep. My mouth dropped open. If he opened his eyes now he'd see everything! I pressed the white uniform to my chest. I allowed my little finger to rest lightly over my bra. I could feel the soft material under my uniform. I slowly squeezed my legs together. I heard the soft rasp of nylon. My panties felt a little wet. What if he opened his eyes now! Would he see how wet I was? My throat felt dry as I just watched him sleep. God I wanted to give my pussy a good scratch! I tried to get back to my book.

The master and his friends had cornered the girl and his hero. She clung to her knight in shining armour. The master circled the pair on his jet black horse.

"Give me back my property, or feel the edge of my blade."

The man stood between the girl and her evil master. The girl shrieked, as out of nowhere the sword flashed into the hero's chest. As the blade pulled out he dropped to his knees. The master kicked his horse into life; it jumped up and struck the man with a sickening thud. Two hoof marks on the man's chest ran with blood. The girl stood trembling with fright. She sobbed and pleaded for mercy. The master smiled, and asked each of his friends in turn, should he let the wench live? The girl could see what the men wanted, she shook her head and turned and started running. The master gave her a 100 yard start.

"Release the hounds," he shouted, as his friends salivated over what was about to happen.

Paul mumbled and licked his lips like people do when they sleep. It brought me back from the book, so did the wet feeling between my legs. I could hear my own little gasping breaths, short and caught in my chest. My little finger played over my hardening nipple. How long did I dare stay like this? How long could I expose my panties to a sleeping patient? More strands of hair had slipped from my hair clips. Perhaps I should get my hair cut into a blonde bob, practical for work, but I would miss my hair tickling my shoulder blades as I rode my husband! God I wanted to play the game tonight. Fuck I wanted to play it now! I chuckled to myself, as I had visions of stumbling through my front door, my fingers unable to contain the spunk as it gushed out of me. I would run upstairs and jump on my panting, waiting, husband. He'd gobble and slurp it down, as his own spunk would fire all up my back. Yes he'd kill me if it really happened. Maybe he would have me chased across the countryside like the girl in the book, but I didn't want that. I looked back at Paul.

"Oh god wake up and see me, wake up, and see what a whore I am," I mouthed to myself.

I so desperately wanted to finger myself. I slipped a finger into a gap in my uniform. I fingered the swell of my breast, just one finger over the soft white material of my bra. I wanted him to know. The goose bumps on my neck seemed to spread, until my whole body was taken over by them. I slipped my hand slowly under my book. I pressed my uniform between my legs. If he saw me now if he just opened his eyes? I turned over the last page of the book; it was blank that was it? Some books finish too early. I could hear my own breath short and gasping. I kept as quiet as I could. But if I just gasped a little louder would he stir? God I wanted to finger myself! I jumped up as the door opened. My book slid from my lap. I tried retrieving my book, pushing my hair back behind my ear, and turning to see who had come in all at the same time.