Evolution of a Naughty Nurse

[ThePhoenixMan]

{{ OOC: This story is closed for the time being for Natasha_bernier and myself. Please enjoy, and feel free to PM us with any ideas or comments.}}

Jonathon Greenville was in the intensive care unit of St. Luke’s General Hospital, the victim of a terrible motorcycle accident. Two broken legs, a shattered elbow, broken jaw, and severe head trauma were the most significant of his injuries. The secondary scratches, cuts and bruises were minor, compared to everything else he had suffered. Lucky for him, the doctors had put him back together, and other than a few scars, he’d been diagnosed as stable, and improving. The only problem was that he was going to have a long road to recovery through therapy.

He had recently been moved from the ICU to a private room for nursing care and continued recovery. The doctor’s had said he’d be there for a while, at least until he could begin rehabilitative therapy. He was bandaged nearly from head to toe, and kept immobile. The worst part for Jonathon was his inability to move, and if it weren’t for the drugs that kept him nearly comatose, he’d probably have gone crazy. But as time continued on, and his joints began healing, his time spent lying awake in bed had increased.

His body was healing slowly, but the only remaining problem was a continued throbbing sensation in the back of his skull. He complained to the doctors and nurses, but after several batteries of tests, they assured him he was fine, and simply medicated him with more relaxants and pain killers. Everyone had assumed it was from the trauma. It was of no use. The throbbing remained, and over time had dulled to constant pressure!

Jonathon had learned to deal with the pain, but it always seemed worse when his nurse would come in to check on him. He knew she was there, but in his immobile state, he could never turn to look at her. His visions of her were limited to when she would bend over him and look into his eyes. She was young, like he was, and had a pretty face, but other than that, he couldn’t tell much about her, other than when she walked in the room, his head would start pounding.

With his jaw wired shut he couldn’t complain, resulting in moaning and grunting his current sate of pain. One day when the nurse had come in, he had just wished she’d go away, for he couldn’t deal with the pain. Without reason, she had just stopped dead in her tracks, and looked around as if she’d forgotten something, and walked out, leaving Jonathon to himself, the pressure in his head relieved.

Jonathon thought nothing of it, until it happened again, a couple days later. Then a couple more days had passed and it happened a third time! Suddenly Jonathon had become aware, making a connection between his thoughts, and his nurse’s actions. As his awareness grew, the pain in his head lessened.

The accident, and head trauma had released an abnormal amount of endorphins and other chemicals that had given Jonathon a unique ability, which not even he, fully understood! He had the ability to control someone else’s actions via the thoughts in his mind! It was something he’d have to refine over time, but for now, the opportunities were just beginning to present themselves to him.

The nurse’s presence was no longer a burden, and Jonathon began to realize it was that he had a “connection” with her mind, the tendrils of thought were connected and somehow tied to his!

 

[Natasha_bernier]

Valery Chambers had always enjoyed taking care of people. For as long as she could remember, she had been somebody's nurse in one fashion of another. Whether it was a wounded bird or an abandoned puppy, Valery's mom had become accustomed to her daughter bringing home the neighborhood's poor souls, or bandaging her wounded dollies, or putting a makeshift cast on her little brother (made out of her precious silk bedrests of course, nothing but the best for Valery's patients).

On the day of Valery's tenth birthday, her grandmother, a woman in her mid-fiftees who everyone in the family had considered to be a bit odd and active for her age (a social faux-pas, at least for the time), suffered a stroke and needed in-home care. After eight long years of what doctors considered to be a miracle-run after such a severe embolism, the old woman died, despite Valery's tender care. As luck would have it, mere months after her passing-away, Valery's own mother became diagnosed with ovarian cancer, and was given ten months to live. Under her daughter's diligent attention, she lived for three years before passing away a few days before Valery's twenty-first birthday.

So when the young woman announced to her friends that she was registering to get her RN certificate in the fall, it came as a surprise to none, even those who didn't know her very well. Actually, the only person who was surprised to hear the news was Valery's best friend, Jessica, a mediocre sculptor with exaggerated ambitions who worked at a Wal-Mart to pay the bills.

"Whaaat?" she had interjected in her usual extravagant tone of voice. "You need to start enjoying life more girl, go out, meet some new people! Get yourself taken care of for a change."

But of course, there was no dissuading Valery, and only two years later, she surprised noone when she walked out of that learning center diploma in-hand. Ever since then, she had been working at St. Luke's as an auxiliary. She was one of those few people who genuinely enjoyed her work and was quite content and comfortable doing the work that she enjoyed, despite her friend's loud sighs.

"Seriously Val, you work around a dozen perfectly eligible bachelors all-day long, don't tell me you can't manage to snag *at least* one of them!"

Valery frowned at her african-american friend and stared at her for a few seconds, reproachful. "And don't call me Val, you know I hate that, makes me sounds like a stripper or something..."

Jessica rolled her eyes and sighed exaggeratedly, as she was prone to do sometimes given enough aggravation and caffeine. "Well don't say I didn't warn you when you grow up to be old and wrinkly and single and a virgin." At that last word, her eyes seemed to focus on her blonde roommate, as if to ascertain the veracity of the term.

Valery remained perfectly stern and continued to pack her duffel bag, a last-second ritual she underwent every day before leaving for work. When she felt certain that Jessica had turned away, she smirked a little, amused at the harmless torture she inflicted on her childhood friend. It was a joke that went back a long way, ever since Jessica had started being more vocal about her sexual encounters and Valery had remained mute about hers. This had, of course, prompted the brunette to assume that her blonde counterpart had never done the nasty. It wasn't entirely entirely true, but it might as well be; Valery had always been too busy to engage in any serious long-lasting romance and held on to what Jessica secretely referred to as an "antiquated notion" that premarital sex was morally questionable.

"So are you going to spend the whole day in front of your mirror Jes? Some of us *are* late for work you know." the short blonde girl who had been waiting in the hallway of the two-bedroom apartment for about five minutes now yelped over the door of the bathroom.

"You late, that *has* to be a sign of the apocalypse." the artist said, passing her friend on her way out, her hair still wet from a last-minute spraying-session. "Wait day is today anyways?"

"Wednes... day, crap." Valery swore under her breathe.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, I have a shift tending to the patient in room 302 on Wednesdays and Saturdays."

"Aaaand?" Jessica turned and asked, suddenly interested.

"It's probably nothing... I just feel... I donno, strange I guess when I'm in that room. I do strange things, or forget what I was about to do. Just overworked I guess."

Jessica smiled, a deed that many said lit up her face. "Are you sure it's not the patient who's working his voodoo magic on you?"

Valery shrank away shyly, unnerved but especially annoyed at having slipped in such a ridiculous statement. "Well forget about voodoo and get your ass in gear missy, if I'm late for my shift, that's the only thing that will save you from my magic tickling fingers!"

And with that, both girls were out the foor and into the world.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jonathon had managed, over the past couple of weeks , to analyze the odd connection he had to the one nurse in particular. Every time she walked into the room, he began to see things in his mind, whether his eyes were open, or closed, it didn't matter, his mind gave him images. The images at first were mere clouds, but eventually Jonathon came to understand that these clouds were actually the nurse's thoughts. Words would appear, and moments later, she'd be speaking those words. He could read her mind!

Whatever the accident had done, it had given him the ability to read her mind! But it didn't work on any others ... yet ... so he just concentrated on the one nurse, taking great joy in knowing what she was going to say, long before it came out of her mouth. It helped him prepare for his medications, shots, and bloodwork!

But what had intrigued Jonathon even more so was that there was a second cloud image. The second one was harder to focus on, it was darker, and the words were somewhat hidden. It hurt his head to focus on these words, but when he was able to, he found them to be more like her subconscious, an underlying mechanism that was more closely tied with her bodily functions. It was those times when he was screaming for her to leave him alone, that the words in her subconscious cloud, became rearranged and carried her out of the room. Of course, when she left, her reasoning brain couldn't understand, because her body had reacted to the commands from her subconscious.

Today was Wednesday, and Jonathon knew it would be a day for him to test his logic on the unsuspecting nurse. The only problem he faced, was that the nurse only "checked in" on him from time to time since he was recovering quite well. She also, was only assigned to him two days a week. That was not enough time for Jonathon. He needed her around more often. So he had a plan!

When nurse Valery came in, he'd convince her to stay, so that he could study her more closely, and see if his connection to her could be strengthened.

The moment she walked through the door, his head throbbed, yet he managed to focus. Her warm polite greeting preceeded her, the vision of her thought cloud giving away her arrival announcement. She was there to check his vitals and give him his meds, but he had other plans. Jonathon focused on the subconscious cloud and found that not only could he read those thoughts, he could manipulate and implant his own.

So without hesitation, as soon as the nurse was about to leave, the words "Don't go," filtered through the darker cloud, causing the nurse to stop dead in her tracks! If Jonathon could have, he would have smiled from ear to ear!

There was one problem though, she had an utter look of confusion on her face, and Jonathon's head still pounded. He saw a struggle between the two thought processes. The body had obeyed the subconscious command, but the reasoning mind fought to find a reason for her actions. That turmoil was like a thunderstorm in his head. Finally he relented, letting her go and tend to her other patients.

On her second visit, Jonathon saw the two clouds again, and there was no turmoil. He tried a different approach when concentrating on the subconscious cloud. Rather than pushing his thoughts into her, he made them seem like they were her own thoughts, giving the subconscious cloud the reasons her reasoning mind was looking for. He pushed the words "I ought to stay and make sure he's comfortable," through the dark cloud.

This time, she stayed, tidying up his room, and doing a lot of little nothings, just keeping herself busy so she wouldn't have to leave the room. Her reasoning mind sucked it up as if it were her own idea. There were no thunderous clashings between the clouds, and Jonathon's head didn't throb!

He had made major progress, and now needed to find a way to further his scientific study.

"I should sit down and rest for a bit," he offered her mind, feeling her take a seat next to him. He only wished he had better mobility to see her as she sat beside him. "Maybe I should review his chart," he offered again, seeing out of the corner of his eye as she reached for his file from beside his bed, and began reading. "It would be really nice if I could change my shifts and my rounds so that I could take care of him every day. He'd be better served if he had one primary nurse assigned to him!"

As if she was struck by a bolt of lightning, or a fantastic idea light bulb had been lit, the nurse rose from her seat, and headed out of the room!

 

[Natasha_bernier]

"You did what?" Jessica asked incredulously. For a moment, Valery thought she was going to do one of those hilarious spit-takes with her coffee, and knowing her sometimes overly dramatic friend it wouldn't have surprised her, but she didn't. She did, however, look a bit odd.

"You changed your work-hours, just like that? Without agonizing over the decision for days, like you usually do over every little detail!?" She stared at Valery for a second, seemingly focusing on something she had said earlier. "And didn't you say this morning that this room 302 was giving you the creeps?"

Valery smiled shyly, taking a sip of her own coffee, letting her windbag of a friend finish her ramblings. Why was Jess reacting so oddly to such a mundane piece of news anyways... She changed shifts all the time, such was the life of a nurse in this half-assed healthcare world. She wouldn't even have mentioned it if it hadn't come up in a random lunchtime conversation they'd been having about their sucky schedules.

"I swear, sometimes I think you should have your head examined girl." Jess took a peek at the tab the waitress had discretely deposited on the corner only a few seconds before and absent-mindedly reached for her wallet. "I don't suppose there's this cute male nurse your stalking or anything exciting like that, is there?" she asked, a naughty glimmer of hope in her eye.

"No, it just seemed like... a good idea I guess." she said, much less enthousiastic about it than she had been in her own mind until a few minutes ago. It had seemed like a great idea, changing her routine, especially if it could help the poor man recover quicker. It had felt like the thing to do back then and she had all-but-run to the head-nurse's office station to put in the request. But now... now that Jess had made her case, it didn't seem like such a good idea anymore. She's have to take a later train to get back home, work later two out of six days, and for what? Helping a stranger she'd never spoken to get that much better? It was a noble sentiment, but it felt off somehow...

"Alright, well I'm heading back, runny-nose Jerry is going to have a fit if I'm not at my register when the afternoon crowd go back to spending their hard-earned money on the crap we sell." the black woman stated matter-of-factly as she slid out of the dime-a-dozen 70's diner's padded booth seat, reaching for her purse and coat at the last second.

"Okay, I'll see you tonight." Valery forced herself to say before her roommate stepped out of the diner and into the freezing afternoon rain.

Why was she acting so odd lately anyways... It was bad enough that she was losing an enormous amount of time doing her rounds and forgetting what she was about to do, but now this? Maybe Jess was right, maybe she needed to talk to someone about this...

Her wandering eyes met with the exaggeratedly-large-numbered clock on the wall and she almost did a spit-take herself, realizing she needed to get out of here before she was late herself for the second half of the day.

As she slid out of the booth, her raincoat in-arm, she miscalculated the her own distance in-relation to the table and knocked her coffee-cup over. "Shi..." she swore under her breathe, catching herself in time before anyone heard her. She was starting to catch Jess' bad habits, she thought lightly and ran out into the rain to catch a cab.

By the time she was back in her nurse uniform and walking toward room 302 however, she started feeling happy again, her good mood apparently returning despite everything that had been on her mind.'Oh well, it's not all that bad.' she thought to herself. 'At least I won't beconfused about which room I was heading for anymore' she joked to herself. For some reason, that made her smile, and in she went again, armed with her best smile to finish off what would be her first day of full-time care for the patient in room 302.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jonathon was pleased when he felt the nurse's presence return to his room. The clouds of her thoughts, once again visible to him, were clearer and easier for him to read and understand. He was thankful, for the pain associated with his newfound abilities was quite intense, and he'd rather not deal with it, if he didn't have to. He could see that his nurse was in a good mood and knew from her thoughts that she had succeeded in getting her schedule changed. That would give him plenty of time to 'practice' on his subject.

Why waste any time? Now was as good a time as any. He carelessly slammed the thought "sit down" into her subconscious, only to create the thunderous explosion and turbulence in his head. It was a painfull lesson, but one he needed to remember! They had to *seem* like they were her own thoughts. They had to be accepted by her as *normal* and *reasonable*, however absurd it might be in reality. She would, most likely, reflect upon the times and moments and wonder what posessed her to do such things, but would always find some *reasonable* explanation for doing so.

Jonathon realized as he sorted through the pain in his head that he knew very litle of his nurse. Maybe he should start by learning more about her.

So he started with what worked last time. 'I ought to sit down and take a rest' ... Sure enough, he heard the nurse, pull up a chair and take a seat.

'Since I've changed my schedule so that I can be with him, I ought to introduce myself. He's probably been lonely. I ought to sit and talk to him, maybe tell him a little about myself. Maybe I should just tell him all about myself. I'm sure he'd appreciate the company.'

The words were going in so easily that Jonathon had no problem inserting the drawn out message. Every sentence slid into her subconscious, carefully designed in such a way that her reasoning brain never questioned, or doubted her logic.

Jonathon relaxed, half-focusing on the words that began forming in the clouds, half-listening to the melodic voice that echoed those very same words. He wanted to know as much about her as he could. As he listened, his mind also began to wander, finally beginning to realize the limitless possibilities and implications of his newfound talent, and his newly acquired 'friend'!

 

[Natasha_bernier]

"...and that's when I decided to make the phonecall and register for nursing school." Valery said finally, barely taking time to inhale a breathe of fresh air before continuing again. She wasn't usually such a blabber-mouth. In fact, she was usually more timid around men she didn't know, not shy or mousey by any means, but she certainly wasn't used to exposing her whole life-story in one long drawn-out tale like this.

"...I was never very popular in school. My mother said it was because I was very smart and that I outshone other people my age without even realizing it, and that it made them uncomfortable. But I don't think that's it. Do you think that miht be it? Anyways, I think mom would have wanted me to be more of a social-butterfly when it came to highschool, she was the prom-queen type so I guess she would have wanted that for me too but I don't think..."

Throughout her sometimes-confused, chronologically-muddled autobiography, she could sense that the man was listening to every word. He wasn't speaking of course; he was getting better quite fast, but he was still in pretty bad shape and doctors didn't know exactly when he would go back to his normal existence. If ever.

But Valery was more optimistic by nature; she tended to believe that with a little care and attention, one could perform miracles. It was, after all, why she had changed her work hours. And why she was telling him all this. Right? Of course, it made perfect sense.

"...Jess says I should go out more, meat people and mingle, but I don't know, I prefer the company of those who need me than that of those who want me. I suppose that doesn't make much sense does it." she laughed nervously, part of her afraid that she was doing too much, yet another telling her to go on and go even deeper in detail.

Meanwhile, the man's eyes were still, blinking softly once in a while, attentive. Normally, she didn't have any trouble making eye-contact, but somehow she felt a bit intimidated by him, thinking somehow, irrationally, that the deep ocean-still eyes were staring into her very sole.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jonathon listened and read every word intently, taking notes, the only way he could. His mind seemed to be ever more acute, able to retain tiny details, however seemingly insignificant they may be to others. Her biography, her mother, her schooling, her friends, and so on were all little details, that he seemed he could recall with absolute detail.

He coud see as she finally paused, her subconscious struggling with a bit of worry, wondering if she had said enough, or too much, then fighting a nagging feeling that she ought to tell him more. Jonathon immediately pounced upon that tiny thought. 'I ought to tell him more,' he sent to her mind. 'I ought to tell him about my boyfriends. He'd probably like to know about them. I could tell him what I like in a man. I should tell him how I like to be treated.'

As the words floated around and sank in, he listened, determined to push his unsuspecting guinea pig test subject. 'Valery,' was her name! It sounded like a nice name, and she had such a sweet voice. And, despite his injuries, Jonathon was like any other red-blooded young male, his mind retreating to "sex" every six seconds or so. So it only seemed natural to start envisioning his nurse in a sexual manner, and wondering how far his powers could lead him, or even better yet, lead Valery?

'It wouldn't hurt any to tell him about my sex life! I'm only just talking to him.' He added the last thought because the word 'sex' seemed to clog her mind for a while, causing some pressure in Jonathon's head until he offered the additional thought.

He finished up this session for now, with one final thought. 'He's been such a good listener. I'll just give him a little kiss. He's such a sweetheart!'

Jonathon was nervous. Despite his newfound powers, he anxiously awaited to see if it would truly work. He was tired. The mental manipulation thing was very draining on him.

 

[Natasha_bernier]

Valery had never been very comfortable with the whole concept of sex. Like many women her age, in these hypersexualized days and times, she felt insecure about her body, her looks, choosing to retreat inside the girl-next-door facade that seemed to suit her best anyways. She was pretty enough, the smooth features of her face slightly reminiscent of the timid child she had been, her slim body complimenting her pale-blue nurse uniform. She rarely wore makeup, choosing to sport a more natural look. No jewelry either; despite her love for the shiny little objects, they seemed more suited to decorate her jewelbox than herself. She had tried to start wearing some around the start of her highschool days, at her mother's insistance, but soon found that the glitter brought on more attention than she wished.

"My last boyfriend was a broker. Jake was nice enough, polite, well-manored. I liked that about him." The transition between her last topic of conversation, either her obsession with plush toys or the contents of her breakfast, she wasn't quite sure anymore, had been seemless. She rarely talked about her relationships; it usually made her feel uncomfortable to reveal such intimate details of her existence to someone, especially people she didn't know. But the regular rules of social conduct didn't seem to apply to... Jonathon she forced herself to say his name out loud in her mind, as if to consolidate his status as a real human-being and not some figment of her imagination.

"We dated for about a month, and if it hadn't been for his busy hands and over-eagerness, we might still be together. Oh and the sex was gre-at!" She heard herself say the words but they seemed to have come out of someone else's mouth, Jess' maybe, or that old nurse who always seemed to be talking smut in the lounge. Anyone but her. She paused when she realized what she had done, expecting that oh-so-familiar feeling of dread to overcome her, but it never did. She didn't feel vulnerable or dirty or indecent for having brough up the subject, it simply seemed like an extension of the experience that was telling her life-story to the poor man lying still on the hospital bed, still staring silently at her, his eyes full of questions and repressed-conversation of his own.

"Making love with Jake was nice, he really knew how to seemlessly go from a peck on the cheek to a romp in the sack." she said simply, the concept of discussing her intimate encounters becoming more and more akin to dialoguing about the weather "But the most satisfying sexual experience I had was with my first boyfriend, Marc. He was always so romantic, flowers and poems and the whole thing. He was a bit corny sometimes, even for me, but he really made me feel like a lady." she said, smiling as she did. She missed Marc. They had broken up on nice enough terms, but it had never been the same with him afterwards. She knew she had really hurt him when she turned his marriage proposal down.

"Just between you and me Jon" she started, toning her voice down and looking guiltily over her shoulder for passers-by, "Marc's the one who keeps me wet at night when I..." she froze, blinking several times, as if confused by her own trail of though. "Well, you know..." she said finally, not quite unshaken, blinking coyly at her patient before walking away. She had spent most of the afternoon blabbing away, and she knew she would be getting in trouble if she didn't at least attend to her basic duties for the day.

As she walked out of room 302, she felt a sudden urge to turn around and give her patient a peck on the cheek, a small token of gratitude for listening to her all day. It had felt good to unload all this stuff off her shoulders somehow, she felt lighter somehow, more carefree. It was horribly inappropriate and it violated half-a-dozen procedural codes of conduct, but she felt as if she owed him. Debating the matter for a few seconds more, she abandoned the thought, deciding it wasn't worth getting in trouble over. What was getting into her lately, she frowned as she glided across the hall, in search of a set of fresh sheets.

***​

Valery didn't sleep very well that night. She kept reminiscing about her day and the strange conduct she had been exhibiting lately. It bothered her that she was letting herself go, especially so early in her career, but not as much as the other thing. She didn't know what it was exactly, but it had kept her awake until the wee hours in the morning, and even then her dreams were filled with half-empty images of shapes and colors she wasn't entirely comfortable with. She felt as if she was forgetting something; she had checked the oven and the sink half-a-dozen times, even called the hospital to confirm her schedule for the following morning. But she couldn't figure it out, it sat brimly out of reach, on the edge of her subconscious. She managed to catch a few hours' sleep, but still managed to wake up early for work, deciding she might as well get dressed and make up for lost time.

The first thing Valery Chambers did as she got into room 302 that day, even before saying hello to the already-awake patient of hers was deiver a small kiss on his cheek, barely aware she had done it, before reporting in to the nurse's station, her raincoat still hanging over her arm.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jonathon had been confused when his nurse had finally left. She had detailed so much of herself to him in that single day. He had a much clearer image of his nurse, and her personality now that she had practically bared her entire soul to him. The talk of sex had intrigued him dearly and provided enough fuel to warm many a night's fantasy. However, what bothered Jonathon immensely was the fact that she hadn't given him a kiss on the cheek, like he had implanted. When she left, he felt a sudden emptiness, as if he had failed, or was possibly losing his newfound power.

He spent most of the night worrying that the powers he had would diminish with his recovery, and his lowered reliance on medication. He wasn't sure where the powers came from, but he surely didn't want to lose them. He pondered on the fact that it was his last command to her, and that the whole process was taxing on his brain. It could be that his implants needed every bit of his energy rather than fading amounts of energy.

Despite his worries, Jonathon slipped off to sleep, dreaming of the images Valery had provided him with. He was at least thankful that he had these powers with Valery, and not the old biddy, nurse Sarah. She was a wrinkled, old hag!

Jonathon awoke to an empty room, and lay there knowing he'd have therapy to begin today. But he also wondered about Valery.

His worries were happily relieved, and his questions answered, when Valery popped through the door with a chirpy smile on her face. She practically ran up to him, placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, wishing him a good morning. He watched wide eyed as she spun on her heels with the rain coat in hand, telling him, she'd be back!

Her time was so quick, and so surprising, that he hadn't even had time to envision her thoughts or implant any of his own. Then she was gone. But she had kissed him! It was a simple kiss, a happy kiss, a little kiss that lifted a ton of bricks off his chest. He suddenly felt lighter than air, and a new source of energy coursed through his veins. He could feel himself getting better. He could feel his muscles twitch. He was ready to start a new day, with a new purpose.

When that seemingly long hour had passed, and Valery reappeared at his bedside, Jonathon was exuberant and full of expectant energy. The visions of her thoughts were clearer than the cloudy rain-filled skies outside his window. Her subconscious was like an open vacuum, willing to suck in anything he had to offer. He allowed her to begin his bedside therapy, lifting and lowering his casted legs, and moving his arm a bit. He was making progress. It probably wouldn't be long till he was moved to rehab. Once the casts were removed, he knew he'd come to the end of his time with Valery.

He vowed to enjoy himself every bit he could, during his special time with her. 'When I'm done my other rounds I'll come back and spend some more time with him. He is doing much better now that I am taking care of him. It's good to see him in such good spirits. He is kind of cute. Another little kiss would make him feel better. It'll make me feel better.'

Once again, the kiss was short, sweet, yet lingered just a bit longer on his cheek. The fresh clean smell of her flesh so close to his was just what he needed as he breathed her in and held it. And when she left, it was as if the sun had appeared in his room, despite the darkness outside.

As he rested, he thought back to the conversation they had last night. He thought back to her conversations of sex and her exploits. He clearly recalled her last boyfriend Jake, and how great the sex was. But what caught his curiosity more, was her first boyfriend Marc. He must've been special, because he made her wet, and she ... masturbated ... at least that's what she implied. His overactive libido, and his underpriviledged condition was frustrating. But the mere idea of watching Valery masturbate had pervaded his thoughts. All he could do was think of her pleasing herself as he watched on.

By the time she arrived in his room, Jonathon only had one thing on his mind.

He had Valery sit next to him as usual. He played along with her as he toyed with the thoughts running through her mind, casually changing the conversation to Marc. 'Talking about Marc is relaxing and soothing. I told Jonathon about him yesterday, I ought to tell him more.'

Jonathon listened intently as Valery detailed more and more why Marc was so special to her. He took advantage of the opportunity and slipped some more thoughts in there. 'Talking about Marc makes me wet. Talking about Marc makes me horny.'

Jonathon watched as she began twitching in her seat, seemingly uncomfortable. 'Im so horny I could masturbate right here, right now.' Jonathon expected some kind of pressure with the last thought, but it was not unrealistic for her to be in such a state of arousal, so it did slip through. Now all he needed was an additional impetus to push her over the edge. 'Jonathon's been such a good listener. I've spent this entire time talking about Marc. I'm horny. Maybe I should ... man I have to masturbate, I'm sooo wet! I'm sure it would make his day to see me. He'd be sooooo happy to see me. It's just a little harmless play! God, I need to masturbate!'

He had succeeded in flooding her mind with thoughts of masturbating. All the talk of Marc, had seemingly taken its effect. Jonathon watched as Valery's eyes began to glaze over and her chest started rising and falling noticeably with each breath she took.

 

[Natasha_bernier]

Valery felt a little bit silly today. It wasn't the strange and inexplicable openness that she had the exhibited over the last few days, or the unusual bond she had formed with Jonathon. Nor was it the inceasing slacking off, or the familiarity that she had decided had become acceptable for a man she knew nothing about, nothing except, a mellow thought surfaced in her mind's eye, that he was such a good listener, and a sweetheart. The words had taken shape inside her brain as if she had been trained to retain them, not their meaning or a life-experience relfecting the adjectives. More like a lesson you learned in school, early enough in life that you didn't know exactly what it meant, just that it was required. Her opinion of Jon was like the Pledge of allegiance that she had been taught in school, she came to realize and it made her smile some as she continued with the morning pleasantries.

'Did you sleep well?' 'There's not too much noise around the place at night, is there?' 'I'll check with the kitchen to make sure your dinner isn't served late today'

She bent forward a bit as she monologued, trying her best to keep a healthy flow of words flowing out of her mouth. She wasn't sure why but she expected he would like to hear the sound of her voice, if only to ward off the terrible silence that had been enforced upon him.

It was the stool. That was really what was bothering her today, the stool. It was hospital regulation, one of those elevatable stools that techs used to adjust the retention mechanism for accident patients who required the contraption. It had been decided, at some point, probably by a paperpusher who had never set foot in a patient's room in his life, that such a chair was best suited for the bedside of such patients. In reality, they were rather uncomfortable, and her 5"4' frame had trouble accomodating the high-set perch, forcing her to lock her feet onto the circular structure that supported said stool, making her feel like a cockatoo her mother had once adopted, when she was younger.

The second thing that bothered her, although she was too embarrassed to even fully admit it to herself, was the fact that she could feel a moistness forming in-between her legs. Moist... It sounded like an awefully vulgar adjective to use to describe one's self. But after uncrossing her legs and getting up, supposedly to check the temperature of the room again, although she knew it was perfectly well-regulated, she came to the conclusion that she was indeed 'moist'.

"Marc used to call me sweet names like Honey and Sweety." she started, not even realizing she done a complete 180 on her previous politically-inclined topic. "At first, I thought it was a bit odd that he never called me by my name, only those silly petnames he was so fond of. If it had been anyone else but him, I would have found them objectifying and even a little bit assuming. But it was Marc..." she sighed weakly, feeling with increasing distress the familiar warmth that usually accompanied the moistness between her legs.

Her cheeks were flushing at this point, she rattled on, part of her undisturbed despite her body's unusual reactions. "Unlike Jake, he wasn't a sweet-talker or a one-upper" she added, walking to the closet to hang some invisible coats "He was always very honest, in and out of bed." She didn't realize she had made the jump between casual conversation and the bedroom again. "He was definitely more experienced than me in the sack, and even if he never said anything about it, he always gave me the impression he knew a lot about sex. You know, positions and kinks and such. Not that I would really have wanted to know mind you." she smiled as she sat back down on the ridiculous chair, keeping her knees tightly clenched together, worried sick that even a drop of her own... moistness could show on the clean white uniform.

"I was never much for trying any of those strange and complicated kamasutra-inspired activities" she continued, genuinely unbothered now about revealing her inhibitions. "And I know Marc would never have brough it up either." she said, unuware of the fact that her dear Marc had actually been even more of a connoisseur than she realized, and did intend to teach her a trick or two... in due time.

She realized with absent-minded consternation that she was gently rubbing the underside of her right wrist, a very sensible spot that Marc had exploited more than on one occasions. She supposed it was why she was so partial to it, and why she *always* started her monthly-or-so masturbation sessions by taking a warm bath and caressing the sweet-spot gently, eyes closed and lips parted.

But this was work, and moreover she was with a patient. And had she been discussing Marc with him again? She couldn't be sure. She started talking about the bad weather, but like most things the romantic notion of a nocturnal stroll in the park, scrunched under a single umbrellas with Marc braught her back to the subject again. "He knew how I liked to be touched, and I liked the fact that he knew." she said somewhat obscurely. She didn't like talking about the reality of sex. It offended her somewhat; her family had been somewhat conservative on the subject, her school teachers even more. She didn't regard the act of sex as something that was dirty, but somehow she couldn't say the same about the words used to describe it.

"I liked it when he would push the full length of his penis inside me slowly, coming to a rest before starting again." she said ironically as she was thinking the thought, not even realizing the illogical nature of the duality. She was quite... moist now. A more correct term at this point would have been 'wet', but she would never have used that particular term to describe herself. It brought back memories of a particularily bad experience a few years earlier when she had been somewhat trapped inside a bathroom stall, flanked by a sex-struck couple, most likely a man with his secretaries from the scraps of non-moan-oriented bits of conversation she could catch out of the ordeal. She had been terrified, too shy to simply get up and walk out, too astonished (and perhaps, in the recesses of her mind, aroused) to simply ignore them.

"She kept describing in vivid detail how she was wet and her pussy was drenched for him. At first I think she gave him a blowjob kneeling on the bathroom floor. Then they had at it for a while before they finally got out." she recounted, not aware she was describing the events out loud in the least, feeling her own body temperature flare up. Especially that one spot...

'God I need to mastubrate' she thought suddenly, as if struck by a sudden epiphany. It surprised her, although she guessed it shouldn't have given her own body's reaction since the morning. It was so strange and unreal, something she might have dreamt on a bad night and then awoke drenched in sweat, something that couldn't happen, not in real life, not to her.

She opened her slightly-parted eyelids and realized her right hand had steadily descended south throughout the last few minutes. Awakened finally from this unreal nightmare, she straightened up right away and walked out of the room with a quick pace, the kind of pace nurses usually assumed when a code blue was declared, or when she had been called on the intercom.

Valery walked directly to the nurses' station and signed out, a barely-readible "11:33" incribed in the time-column of the sheet, then she walked out, ignoring a colleague's hello on the way out, a full two hours earlier than expected of her.

She had to go home. Now. All of her instincts told her that she had to go home. There she would be alone. There she could work out this strange and sudden onset of... She dare not think the word, as if to compensate for all the other things she had thought (and much to her dismay, said) this day.

***​

But the coziness of home was no remedy for poor Valery. She had mastubated most the afternoon, at least until Jess had come home. And then again after she left for her second shift. No matter how she handled herself, there was no relief for her. Oh she could make herself come alright, but there was no relief in the act today. As if the act alone was not enough anymore. As if Marc was not enough.

A small voice in the back of her head kept making comments: 'I'm sure Jonathon would love to see me like this.' 'It would surely make his day to see me.' 'He'd be sooooo happy to see me with my fingers up my pussy.' She made the voice silent everytime, imposing her iron-clad will upon it. She would never do such a thing, it was so degrading, so wanton.

Once or twice, the thought seemed to fuel her own desire and at those moments, she thought she might be able to finally.... But no, she forced herself to calm down again, not wanting the kind of relief that would put her to shame. Byt the end of the night, when she more or less fell asleep from exhaustion however, she pretty much wished she had.

This went on for two days more, and more than once, Valery had to excuse herself and lock herself in the women's bathroom and splash cold water in her face, part of her seriously considering sitting in one of the stalls and fingering herself until she finally came, not that it would have made any difference since she'd get the urge again a few minutes later. The thought seemed wrong, yet in her present condition almost inviting. She also had the strongest compulsion to sit on the ridiculously highperched chair in room 302, struggle out of her panties and masturbate furiously in front of her assigned patient, this seemed to be the prevalent theme in her latest daydreameries.

Of course, she didn't. 'I could never bring myself to do such a thing' she thought out loud, staring at her own reflection in the mirror, her eyes red, her face tired. Oh if she only knew the things she would do...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Once again, Jonathon was confused by Valery’s actions, and frustrated that he couldn’t follow her as she got up and hustled out of his room in a near panic. Had he failed? Had he brought on some kind of problems by the suggestions he had implanted? He wasn’t sure, and it continued to bother him until Valery came to check in on him the following day.

That night as he lay in bed, preparing for sleep, he thought of Valery. He thought of her in ways any normal man would think of a beautiful nurse. It was easy for him to begin developing perverse, erotic images in his overactive mind, with nothing else to occupy his time. Naked images of Valery began appearing, each of them in more graphic poses than the earlier. As he lay in bed, his vision was of Valery lying in bed, her slender long fingers, taking a nipple and gently rolling it till her fingernails gently scraped the surface. He could see her tongue slip from between her red lips to coat them till they shone, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and very measured. Jonathon’s vision was so detailed, he could see her chest rising and falling with each breath she took till her hand slid down her stomach to her lightly trimmed sex, teasing the fine nest of curls till she found the narrow valley of her sex. He watched as her legs parted and her finger furrowed the slit until it blossomed and sparkled from the moistness trapped inside. He watched as her finger disappeared within the flowery petals.

When Valery had come to him the following day, he could sense she did not sleep well, and had a flushed look to her face. As he scanned her thoughts, he knew she had a secret, yet did not press her for details. He allowed her to continue telling him about Marc, and their sex lives, and he continually urged her to masturbate.

The second and third nights, Jonathon had similar visions. He was wondering to himself if they were visions or dreams due to lack of sleep? In either case, each night the dreams were more detailed, and the scenarios more elaborate, more colorful. Yet Valery continued to deny him the pleasure of watching her masturbate. He thought he may have rushed it, and opted for a new approach.

So on the fifth day, Jonathon was faced with some serious issues to address. When Valery appeared he quickly sat her down for some programming. This was Valery’s last day, and she had the next two off, her schedule having come up in one of her rambling conversations. Reading her thoughts, he could see she was struggling with the masturbation issue as she sat perched on the chair swishing her legs and hips from side to side, talking to him. ‘I’ve been going on and on about Marc and it makes me so horny. I just have to masturbate. But I really want to masturbate for Jonathon. He’s been so nice. He is kinda cute too.’

The thoughts slipped in with absolute ease, yet Jonathon could see herself still struggling with the fact that she was there to work, and not to masturbate. So Jonathon toyed with that thought for a while. ‘I’m off for the next two days. I really shouldn’t leave Jonathon alone, he’ll be so lonely. I should come in to visit him. I don’t have any plans as important as being with Jonathon.’

Jonathon watched Valery’s eyes light up as if she had a brilliant idea that she wanted to keep a surprise. He added some more thoughts for her to process as she sat animatedly detailing her sex life as if he were her best friend, and most trusted confidante.

‘Maybe, since I’ll be off the clock tomorrow, then I’ll masturbate for Jonathon. In the meantime, maybe I could just give him a peek at my bra. Nobody would know. Maybe he’d like to see my panties too. I hope he finds me attractive.’

Jonathon held his breath as Valery rose from her seat and looked around the room …