She had bought a pair of nursing uniform , and kept a straight face walking into the hospital–which was apparently all it took to make it past security.
“Wow,” I stammered, “You really are a good actor.”
She smirked at the compliment (Zainab always had a bit of an ego) and quietly slipped under the covers with me, snuggling up nice and close. It wasn’t the first time she and I had laid down together, but the fact that she was going so out of her way to be close to me this time made our snuggling a bit more intimate.
Sure, she was wearing a nurse’s costume, but I still enjoyed the feel of her warm body stretched out against mine. And I was just wearing that damn hospital gown under the covers, allowing Zainab to tenderly trail her fingers up my bare leg.
A week in the hospital also meant a week without jacking off or any kind of sexual relief, and her tender touch on my thigh was all it took to get my young penis throbbing hard. Her lips brushed my ear: “You know I feel really bad about what happened. We all do. If we had been there, we would have backed you up. Helped even the odds, six on five.”
I slid my hand up from her hip, beneath the uniform, caressing her bare back. Looking her in the eyes, my words just slipped out:
“I love you guys.”
Zainab stiffened a bit at that, so I quickly clarified, “I don’t mean, like, romantically. Honest truth is I don’t exactly have, like, ‘a crush’ on any of you.”
She let out a little sigh, somewhere between relieved and disappointed. “You know,” she said, “We sometimes wonder about that amongst ourselves. Like, ‘Is he head-over-heels for one of us and he’s just too scared to admit it?’ We feel bad about teasing you sometimes, worrying it might be hurting your feelings if you really were in love with one of us. We don’t mean to lead you on or anything, it’s just fun seeing your reactions.”
“No, I’ve never felt like that,” I assured her. “You’re all just my friends, and I like that you’re all just my friends. I don’t know if I’ve ever gotten along so well with anybody. But I am a guy, and you are all so unbelievably gorgeous, it can get confusing. At least for certain parts of me.”
Zainab laughed out loud, quickly cupping a hand over her mouth to block the sound, not wanting to give away her presence to any passing hospital staff.
“Does that make sense?” I asked.
“That actually makes a lot of sense,” she answered, “You’ve really cleaned yourself up in the past year and sometimes I look at you and I can’t help but have, you know, certain… thoughts.”
She snuggled up even tighter against me, head nuzzled to my shoulder, and her hand continuing to drift absent-mindedly up and down my bare thigh. From this position, my mouth was less than an inch from her neck, and my breath made her shiver. “What kind of thoughts?” I asked.
“Just, you know, like rolling around with you on a big bed without any clothes on. Stuff like that. It’s like you said, I don’t like you as a boyfriend or anything. I’ve had crushes on plenty of guys, that’s not what I mean. I don’t want you to freak out or anything. It’s just confusing sometimes, like you said.”
I gave her neck a gentle little kiss, and she closed her eyes, clearly a bit nervous to be discussing this with me. Her hand slid up a daring few inches, grazing the bottom edge of my bare ass. I’m sure she could feel my erection in her hip. “Do you have those thoughts about me?” she asked.
I slid my hand down and full-on squeezed her ass, prompting a smile. She still didn’t open her eyes. “Of course, Zainab. All the time. It drives me crazy.” I playfully nibbled the skin of her neck, which forced her to gasp.
“What about the other girls? Do you have those thoughts about them, too?”
“What do you think?” I nibbled her ear.
“Mmmm… I think you fantasize about having a big porno orgy with all of us at the same time.”
“Sometimes,” I answered, “But the truth is, more often than not, I fantasize about being with you girls one-on-one. I admit I get totally turned on by everyone–Chioma, Kike, Nneka, Sandra, YOU- ”
I groped her ass again, pulling her against my erection for emphasis. Zainab sighed in pleasure.
I continued, “But most of my dreams are of hot, intimate sex between two people. I’ve never had even that, so I wouldn’t even know where to start with a six-some.”
“Me too,” she whispered. “I don’t want to lose my virginity to just some guy I don’t even care about, but I get so horny I can’t stand it sometimes. I don’t know if I can wait for Mr Perfect. I mean, I’ve never even touched a real penis before.”
Unconsciously, she was dry humping me beneath the covers. It was starting to get difficult for my brain to censor the inner monologue. “God, I wanna fuck you so bad right now, Zainab. Is that weird?”
Her eyes shot open at my boldness. But she didn’t pull away. Her skin was flushed with desire. “I want that too, but… I don’t know…”
I nodded, trying to get myself under control–then she dropped a bombshell on me: “Maybe just not SEX. Let’s do other stuff.”
Sounded good to me.
Zainab and I kissed ferociously, filled with hot desire. I dove my hands beneath the waistband of her underwear, madly groping her bubbly bare buttocks. She immediately reached straight for my hard-on, easily accessible through the hospital gown, gripping me a bit hard at first, but then relaxing her hand into soft, explorative strokes. I was in heaven.
Impatient, I released one of Zainab’s fine buttcheeks and unclasped her bra (it was easy, thanks to Nneka’s tutoring). I reached up under her dangling bra cups and squeezed those huge, delectable melons, instinctively thumbing her nipples.
I had gotten this far with other girls before, but none of them had breasts anywhere near as spectacular as Zainab’s. Those things felt incredible in my hands: warm, heavy, and unbelievably soft. Her pert nipples burned into my palms.
Zainab moaned in pure ecstasy, wrenching her mouth away from mine just long enough to desperately whisper, “Put your fingers in me.”
Not needing another invitation, I released her right breast and stabbed my hand down into her panties, playfully slipping my fingers across the outside of her warm wetness.
“Mmm–mm! Inside!” she demanded, letting go of my cock long enough to aggressively yank off her shirt and cast aside her bra. No longer concerned with being caught, Zainab rolled on top of me, her glorious, naked breasts fully revealed above the covers.
Her right breast swung loose and unfettered, an inch above my lips. I craned my neck and Zainab crushed her chest down to my face, smothering me with her huge breasts as I scraped my tongue across her nipple.
She let out a gasp, and started rubbing my cock with wild abandon. I took that as my cue to finally insert a pair of fingers inside her tight warmth, my thumb instinctively playing with her clit. We went at it like we were trying to win a race or something, our hands a blur between each other’s legs—
That was all it took. We were young, and excited, and it was our first time having another person touch us like that. Zainab went off like a firecracker, the sound of her orgasmic moans bringing me over the edge as I blasted spurt after spurt; a week’s worth of spunk into her hand, never prying my lips from her tit.
Finally we calmed down, and she gingerly removed her breast from my overactive mouth, explaining that it was starting to get a little raw.
Outside, we heard the sound of hospital staff approaching, no doubt in response to Zainab’s screams. In a panic, she hurriedly slipped her top back on and gave me a quick kiss goodbye.
She was gone by the time the real nurses arrived. I made a show of how they had “woken me up” and they quickly left me in peace.
In the darkness of my hospital room, I suddenly felt very alone. I desperately wanted Zainab to come back so we could talk about what had happened, but she never did. In fact, I didn’t see her again until I was back at school. Was she ashamed? Was she okay? As I tried to calm down and go to sleep, my mind reeled at the ramifications of what Zainab and I had done:
Would Zainab and I have to start dating now? No, she had made it clear that she felt the same way I did–sexually frustrated but not romantically interested. Would the other girls get mad when they found out what we had done? Or worse, jealous? I knew none of the other girls were interested in me, but chicks can be weird when one of them does something the others haven’t.
And if they are jealous, what does that mean for us all as friends? Predictably, I briefly entertained the idea that all the other girls would be jealous, and that they would all take turns screwing my brains out in increasingly absurd ways to even the score.
Then a final thought entered my head: What if Zainab doesn’t tell anyone? Do I have to keep this a secret?
Half worried, half psyched at what the future might hold, I found it impossible to sleep that night.
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