Trina shuddered, wrapping her light
jacket
tightly around her sexy young body. With the click of high
heels, she hurried up the front steps of the small private
hospital. It was a hospital that specialized in geriatrics and
surprisingly, also OBGYN. This came about because the hospital
catered to the poor and medical insurance cases which tended to
pay less than the average patient. Also, the founding doctor had
been a specialist in both fields, and the hospital simply
continued the tradition long after he passed away.
Trina paused, turning to study the city
behind her, then the nearby cars and windows. Her guilty stare
searched the windows of each empty car to ensure that she was
unobserved.
Her breath created a slight fog in the
air
before her. She shuddered again as her eyes went to the orange
and yellow clouds above the nearby city of Boston. Set against
the old style lampposts of the parking lot, and the thick band of
trees beyond, the colorful fall night was a magnificently
beautiful sight. Despite the chill she enjoyed the view,
although not half as much as she would when the first snow fell.
On the other hand anyone watching would enjoy the sight of the
exciting, sexy girl paused on the steps.
With a slightly impish face, a very
petite
body standing no more that 4'11", Trina was the kind of girl that
everyone, man or woman, would like to cuddle and take home. Few
did, although they all tried. The long hours involved with
Trina's job precluded any outside involvements, and the rules
precluded any inside involvements. So she improvised. She had
been making these nightly calls for almost two years, she knew
that somebody was bound to complain eventually out jealousy or
possibly remorse. Until then it was the ideal solution.
Since visiting hours were long over,
there
were no cars coming or going, but there was several parked in the
lot from the night staff and a few in-patients.
Trina turned and entered the hospital
quietly, allowing the door to gently close behind her before she
hurried to the elevators on her right. The night staff was well
down the hallway, out of sight. Trina took the elevator to the
third floor. The first thing she saw, as the doors opened, was
her mother, sitting behind a desk. The desk reminded her of an
island of light in a vast area of darkness. The only bright
light showing, was that which blazed down on her mother, giving
her an angelic look in her white uniform.
"Hi mom," Trina said airily as she leaned
against the counter and looked down at the tv screen behind the
desk. "What's on?"
"Jerry," Peg said in a bored, hopeless
voice.
"Why don't you guys get cable?" Trina
asked, hopping up on the counter. Her slender, but muscular legs
looked fantastic in her short, multi-colored skirt. She crossed
her legs and allowed her right leg to kick slightly.
"Don't ask me, I'm all for it. There's
juice and fruit in the fridge," she pointed toward the employee's
lounge.
"Thanks, mom," Trina said as she grabbed
her usual grapefruit juice and apple. She ate the apple while
she returned to the desk. She was beginning to feel that
familiar nervous energy which always filled her before a night of
pleasure. The juice felt good, in her dry mouth.
"Any new girls?" she asked casually,
taking a bite from her apple while glancing at her mother from
the corner of her eye. She knew her mother didn't actually
approve of her activities, although she reluctantly agreed that
they were beneficial. Trina suspected that her mother even tried
it a few times herself.
"Two, one in 3c and another in 3h. I
think you will want to start in 3h," her mother said with a
slight smile.
"A real looker?"
"An 18 year old pregnant girl who is only
here for observation. She's about 7 months along."
"Wow, practically a virgin," Trina
giggled, tossing the apple core into the trash. She looked into
the small can of juice, then drank it down. With a sigh of
contentment, Trina handed the can to her mother, then wiped her
mouth with a brilliant smile.
"Who's in 3c?"
"A rather large black woman. She's...
well she's middle aged and not exactly pretty," Peg said
apologetically, "but she's nice."
"They all look the same below the waist,"
Trina giggled. "Wish me luck," she waved, walking around the
desk toward 3h.
"Luck," Peg called absently, returning
her
attention to the tv. It was only 12:30 AM, she didn't need to
make her rounds until 2:00 AM. By then Trina should be finished.
If not, she could work around her.
Trina hummed happily to herself, as she
made her way to room 3h. The click of her heals seemed
embarrassingly loud, in the silent hospital. She paused, at the
partially open door and pulled the chart from a slot in the door.
She looked in to see the girl sitting up in bed, looking back at
her.
"Hi," Trina said with her cute, impish
heart-melting smile. The girl nodded in response, one of her own
rare smiles hesitantly crossed her face. In her life she had
found few things to smile about. Trina was a very cute, but
looked like a little girl, even though it was obvious from her
magnificent breasts that she was a woman. Being small and cute,
she was very popular with both sexes. Her smile was infectious,
guaranteed to bring a smile to those who saw it. As Peg was fond
of saying, Trina was an adorable little bitch.
Trina studied the cart quickly to make
sure there were no warnings, such as VD, aids, or TB. The girl
appeared to be clean and healthy. She dropped the cart back into
the door and stepped inside.
"Hi," Trina said again as she gently
closed the door. "Watching TV?" she asked, then realized how
moronic the question would sound.
"Jerry," the girl nodded. There was a
look of puzzlement in her eyes.
"Yeah, mom is watching the same thing?"
Trina said, pointing over her shoulder. She gently sat on the
bed near the girl's feet. "How are you doing?" she asked
sympathetically.
"Ok, I guess. Are you a nurse?"
"No, I'm kind of like a counselor, but my
mom is. She just let's me come around at night to talk.
Pregnant women tend to get sad and lonely, and nights are always
the worst. It's a hormone thing, I hear."
"Oh, I know what you mean. Sometimes I
get so damned mad I want to kill somebody, then at times I just
want to cry, and there's no reason for any of it. I feel like
I'm being torn apart.
"You are," Trina said sympathetically,
placing a hand on the girl's leg. "I also do massages, if you
are interested," Trina said brightly, while getnly caressing the
girl's leg. "Got any aches and pains? I can give you a good
rubdown while we talk."
"No, not really, but a massage would feel
really good," the girl said hopefully.
"I'm Trina," she said, extending her tiny
hand.
"Melissa, but they call me Missy," the
girl said, taking Trina's hand into her own, then marveling at it
as she opened her hand and looked at Trina's tiny fingers in
wonder.
"My feet are small too," Trina said with
a
giggle, holding up a shapely leg for the girl's inspection. The
girl's eyes traveled from Trina's foot, down her leg to her short
skirt and beneath it. She stared for several seconds, then met
Trina's eyes, blushing in embarassment. Trina feel a surge of
excitement fill her body. Missy was definitely interested.
Melissa was a hot blonde with green eyes.
She was barely 18 and would have had an amazing figure, if it
wasn't for her large belly. She would have made a good
dancer.
"I know you can't lay on your stomach,
and
I have to be careful or I can induce labor, but there are a few
things I can do that will feel pleasant," Tina whispered. "If
you don't mind, I will just lock the door," she said, edging
toward the door hesitantly.
"Oh sure," Missy said, then swallowed
nervously. Once again her eyes dropped to Trina's short skirt
and magnificent legs. They were so tiny, yet muscular and
magnificent. Trina felt her pussy beginning to heat up. She
knew without a doubt, that she would have Missy tonight. Of
course most women did succumb to Trina's sexy innuendos. One
other side effect of the hormones, was a pregnant woman's
tendency toward lesbianism. A girl who was totally straight,
might have lesbian dreams, thoughts, and tendencies during
pregnancy. And Trina took full advantage of it. Besides, there
was something very sexy about making love to a pregnant woman.
Maybe it was the voyeuristic aspect of it, after all, there was a
third party watching, even if it was a small third party. It was
a proven fact that a fetus could remember events leading up to
it's own birth. How many would remember Trina?
"You are so damned cute," Missy said
breathlessly, watching Trina return to the bed.
"Thanks, Missy," Trina said with a big
smile. She wondered who would bring up the subject of sex first,
her or Missy. Missy seemed to be hot and ready.
"Do you want to take off your gown?"
Trina
asked.
"No, I don't like people seeing me like
this?" Missy put her hands on her large stomach.
"Oh Missy, that's so wrong. Being
pregnant is sexy, even if you don't feel sexy at the moment. It
really is," she said, seeing the look of doubt on Missy's
face.
"I'm big and fat," Missy moaned.
"I bet you aren't. I bet you still have
a
cute little ass and long sexy legs down there. Am I right?"
"I don't know, I haven't seen them in
months," Missy laughed.
"Let me check," Trina giggled. She
pulled
the sheet up and looked at Missy's legs. "Yup, still shapely and
beautiful." "Wow, your skin looks like sweet cream," Trina leaned
down and kissed Missy's knee. Trina heard the sharp intake of
breath. She smiled to herself as she lifted the gown and looked
at Missy's ass.
"Oh yes, absolutely perfect," Trina said,
gently caressing the right side of Missy's panty covered ass.
"You even have a few freckles down here."
"Oh... oh God," Missy gasped.
"What's the matter, been a while since
you've had sex?" Trina asked sympathetically. She held her
breath, waiting for the answer. She was shaking inside. This
was the moment of the ultimate excitement. Either Missy would
send her away in disgust, or invite her in for a snack.
"I've... I've only had sex once, the
night
I became pregnant. And I was drunk, so I don't remember
much."
"Don't worry, you will have a lifetime of
sex. As pretty as you are, there will be guys, and a few girls,
beating your door down. Believe me, I'm bi-sexual, so I know,"
Trina said, again holding her breath. She had tossed down the
gauntlet, now it was Missy's turn to pick it up.
"Really?"
"Absolutely," Trina said
emphatically.
"Then you wouldn't mind..." Missy
stopped,
suddenly frightened and embarrassed. "I mean even though I'm
pregnant?"
"I would love to make love to you," Trina
said breathlessly.
"Oh God, this is so... exciting," Missy
said nervously. She was shaking, but Trina pretended not to
notice. Trina leaned down and kissed Missy's leg, just above the
knee.
"Are you sure the door's locked?" Missy
asked nervously.
"Absolutely. But don't worry, mom
wouldn't let anybody come in here."
"Mom? You mean that night nurse is your
mom?"
"Uh-huh," Trina nodded, kissing Missy's
leg just a little above the last kiss. Missy's breath was coming
in shuddering gasps. Trina heard the whir of the bed as Missy
pressed the control to raise the head of the bed. She pulled the
sheet back so she could watch Trina lower her beautiful face and
kiss the soft flesh of Missy's inner things with her sweet red
lips.
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