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Fever
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by parker
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...things to me. I kicked at the soaked sheets, trying to
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disentangle them from my sweaty legs. They were all twisted up,
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but I managed to pull my feet free and roll over onto my side. I
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knew that in a very short time I would be shivering so badly that
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I'd be forced to pull the matted sheets back up again, but for
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now I was just too hot. Damn fever.
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The mild flu that had sent me to bed early on friday night had,
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over the weekend, developed into a raging fever. Frank had wanted
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to stay home with me, but I wouldn't let him miss work. Besides,
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it wasn't like he could do anything. I just had to sweat it out.
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Literally.
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The doorbell rang.
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I squinted at the clock radio: just past 11 am. Who could that
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be? Not Sandra surely; I'd had Frank phone her last night to tell
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her I was sick and cancel our lunch. I toyed with the notion of
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just laying in bed and ignoring the bell - it rang again - but
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decided against it. It might be important.
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I slid off the bed, wrapped my thick robe around my shivering
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body and walked slowly towards the door. The stairs gave me some
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difficulty - I was pretty dizzy - but I grabbed the handrail and
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took it one step at a time. It took a while - the bell rang again
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before I reached the bottom - but I eventually made it. Flushed
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and sweating, I opened the door.
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It was a nurse, but dressed like no nurse I had ever seen before.
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She wore the white nurse's uniform, but the skirt was very short,
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barely covering her thighs, and the neckline plunged down to the
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top of her breasts in a deep vee. She was extremely attractive -
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funny, it must have been the fever; I didn't normally think of
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other women as attractive - with thick, red hair, a slender body
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and long... long, stocking-clad legs...
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I must have been staring at her legs where they disappeared under
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the skirt - once again, it must have been the fever - 'cause she
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cleared her throat to get my attention. If it hadn't been for the
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fever, I'm sure my face would have burned with embarrassment.
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She spoke. "Mrs Blair?"
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I nodded, croaking out a "yes".
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"I'm nurse Welles, from Homecare Inc." She adjusted her little
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hat. "I've been hired to look in on you."
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That made sense. I assumed that Frank, or possibly Sandra, had
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decided that I needed some medical attention. Very thoughtful,
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really. "Come in."
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I took a step back from the door, but stumbled. I was
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still rather dizzy and weak. The nurse rushed forward and grabbed
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my shoulder, steadying me.
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"Here," she said. "You belong on your back." She was right; a
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fresh wave of dizziness washed over me. She put her hand around
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my shoulders and helped me back up the steps. At one point, I
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stumbled, and she dropped her hand to my rear end to steady me.
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She kept it there for the rest of the journey, using it to
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control my progress. I was acutely aware of it... squeezing,
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rubbing...
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Finally we reached the bedroom and she steered me into the bed.
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"Now you just lie there, honey," she told me, pulling off my
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robe, "and let nurse Welles take care of you."
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Shivering, I fell back onto the mattress. The nurse fixed the
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pillow behind my head and then began straightening out the
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tangled sheets at my feet. I watched for a bit. In my feverish
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state, her movements seemed almost hypnotic. Her long, slender
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arms moving over my body; the way her red hair tumbled out from
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beneath the white cap bent over... I was quite unable to take my
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eyes off her. Eventually, however, the fever took hold and I
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began to drift away. I was so tired. I think I fell into a bit of
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a daze.
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It was like I was dreaming. I felt my nightie - a long tee-shirt,
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really - being pulled up until it was bunched under my chin. Then
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a voice: "Just relax... relax... leave everything to nurse
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Welles... she'll take care of you..."
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I relaxed. Then I felt a pair of soft hands - *her* hands -
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running along the top of my chest and then down to my breasts. My
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breasts! I wanted to sit up and push those hands away - I'd
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*never* been touched there by another woman - but it felt so
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good. Those hands slid over my breasts, rubbing... massaging...
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tweaking my nipples...
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I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as the hands left my
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breasts and then moved slowly across my stomach and down to my
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pussy. "Just relax..." I felt her finger on the top of my pussy,
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just touching, teasing me... I moaned and thrust my hips up to
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meet that finger, but every time I did so, it moved away, not
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quite losing contact, but just enough so the pressure didn't
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increase.
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"Please..." Was that my voice begging? I must have been
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delirious. But it felt so good. After a few moments, I felt her
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hands parting my thighs. I helped, opening my legs as far as they
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could go and thrusting upwards with my crotch. I was rewarded
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with an extra bit of pressure, and let out a moan.
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Then I felt something cool and wettish, sliding down between my
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legs and up against my rear end. "Just relax..." It pushed up
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against my anus. I tried to clench my ass muscles to stop it from
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entering, but every time I tightened up, the finger left my clit.
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Whimpering in frustration, I gave in and let her push the object
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into me. Further and further... and the deeper it went, the more
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pressure was brought to bear on my clit.
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I'd never had anything up there before, so it felt kind of
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strange. Hurt a bit, but the feelings of pleasure caused by the
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hand on my pussy more than made up for any discomfort. By now I
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was moaning and whimpering, desperate to come. The feelings built
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and built until I was thrashing about on the bed, humping my
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crotch into the air as far as I could, trying, needing to...
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Ahhh... I sat up, drenched with sweat, pulling my soaked hand away from
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my crotch. I'd evidently masturbated myself to orgasm while I was
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sleeping. The fever did strange things to me. I kicked at the
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soaked sheets, trying to disentangle them from my sweaty legs.
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They were all twisted up, but I managed to pull my feet free and
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roll over onto my side. I knew that in a very short time I would
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be shivering so badly that I'd be forced to pull the matted
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sheets back up again, but for now I was just too hot.
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Damn fever.
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The mild flu that had sent me to bed early on friday night had,
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over the weekend, developed into a raging fever. Frank had wanted
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to stay home with me, but I wouldn't let him miss work. Besides,
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it wasn't like he could do anything. I just had to sweat it out.
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Literally.
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The doorbell rang...
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