Friday Flash: Love Made Me Do It!

When I was seventeen I was a psychiatric nurse. The psychiatric hospital, Queens Throne, was in the countryside, far from anywhere. But that afternoon my face was about three inches from Ellen Quantum’s cunt, so I knew where I was.

She was teaching me cunnilingus. We’d fucked twice in the last hour, so I was finally calm enough to consider other pleasures, and I was extremely willing to learn. At her instruction I slipped my hands under her ass, and lowered my lips and tongue to her cunt, nose more or less pressed against her clitoris.

She put her hand in my hair, and made sweet noises that told me I was on the right track.

But even with her thighs pressed against my ears I heard the sharp rap at the door. “Inspection!” Someone had run along the corridor to warn the nurses.

Ellen said, “Oh shit! Bastards!” My tongue was busy. She pulled me off her.

It was against the rules for a woman to have a man in her room, in the Womens Block of the Nurse’s Residence. We’d be expelled from the residence. I had a motorbike and could live somewhere else. But Ellen had no transport, and there was no accommodation near the hospital. She’d have to give up her career.      

So I pulled on my jeans and tshirt, and shoved my socks and underpants in my pocket while she hid my shoes. But when I reached her door I heard a man’s voice, officious, shouty. He and his entourage were already in the corridor, opening every door. 

So I went to the window and threw it open. There was a drainpipe about a metre away. We were three floors up. Ellen said, “That’s crazy! You’ll be killed!” 

But nobody says that to a seventeen-year old boy, not if they want him not to do something. I swung myself out, stood on her ledge, and jumped the last metre to the drainpipe. I caught it, and it supported me. I climbed down.

An inspector realised someone had made an unorthodox exit, ran down and shouted, “Stop!” But I was gone.

I saved Ellen’s career, but though I liked her, that wasn’t love.

But word of the Great Leap Downward got around, and the younger nurses approved. Female approval, especially sexual approval, was still fairly new for me, and it taught me what I did love. I loved women, and fucking, and cunts.

 

3 thoughts on “Friday Flash: Love Made Me Do It!

  1. Thank you!

    And, which must be pretty obvious, it’s a true story, except that her name wasn’t Ellen Quantum.

    I felt terribly dashing, climbing down that pipe. Seventeen year olds think they’re indestructible. Luckily for me, sometimes they’re right.

    The senior staff must have known it was me, and they probably knew that the window I’d jumped out of was Ellen’s. But the wonderful thing was, they’d have to prove it, and gossip aint proof.

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