r guy was suffering from congestive heart failure and was to weak to help himself. Assisting him was normally the was the job of my nurse's aide but I genuinely liked the guy so I didn't mind to doing it myself. While I worked, we chatted about politics, his life, and so forth until the family stopped by for a visit. His son Kenneth had brought his wife and daughter along.

Ken, as I was going to call him, was a slim man with blonde hair and glasses, very polite and quite sociable. His wife, Amanda, was an actual knock out with long auburn hair that you just wanted to run your fingers through, and a shapely figure crested with a pair of beautiful round breast. Somewhere on the large end of a c-cup if I had to guess. (Not that I purposely gawk at other men's women, but she always wore a low cut dress or shirt that displayed her chest prominently. What else could I do but look?) She was far more quiet than her husband, seeming to let him do most of the talking, while she just smiled and listened. Then there was, of course, Lauren. A thirteen year old clone of her mother as far as appearance. All of those striking features of her mom in the beginning stages of development.

I was just into the shaving portion of his bath, when they came in. Ken insisted that one of the family should assist me in the process since he planned to take his father home to live with him when he was released. To my surprise, it was the thirteen year old who volunteered, a far cry from the average youth.

"Are you sure you want too?" I asked with some concern," Phil's whiskers are hard to cut with these dime-a-dozen safety razors. Besides you have take special care not nick him"

"I don't mind," she said with a smile,"Anyways, I want to help in caring for grandpa as well."

"Phil is it alright if with you?"

The old man smiled proud of his granddaughter, "Sure Mike, anyone willing to help this old fellow out is fine by me."

So we commenced in shaving my patient, with me mostly directing Lauren's work. I was pleased to see she was careful and tender with her grandfather. It seemed as if the old man was going to be in good hands. All faired well, until she leaned in to the bed to get the hair on his upper lip. Wearing a loose summer shirt, it opened it up at the front giving me a near perfect view of her breast just shy of the nipple. They were round, full, and almost as big as her mothers. Jesus, I thought, she isn't wearing a bra . I, being the decent kind of guy and surely not someone who would get kicks out of an underage peep shows,  turned my head away, averting my eyes . I remember being extremely glad that the parents were out in the hall, currently talking to the doctor, not here to witness this moment of indiscretion. Thankfully, Phil too was oblivious, too weak to look anywhere but up at the ceiling. Lauren noticed my flushed face, and asked if I was alright.

"Yeah, I’m... just fine. It's that," I turned to her trying very hard not steal another glance at her bosom, but I failed miserably. "Your shirt."

Realizing what was happening, Lauren quickly yanked her top closed. Unfortunately, she had forgotten the razor she held to her grandfather's upper lip, and nicked it terribly. As a cut on someone’s face always seems to do, it bled in a terrific manner.

"Oh God, I...I.." she stammered her shame now replaced with horror.

I quickly snatched up some Kleenex and pressed it to wound. "It's alright, dear. Just tell my aide to come in here. Everything’s going to be okay."

I was half lying. The wound wouldn't kill Phil, but in his poor state it most likely wouldn't heal well either. It would be nasty a scar that remained for the rest of his days.

She quickly obeyed and darted out the door. What followed was a small commotion, I like to think of as organized panic. The overly concerned doctor, and my head nurse came into the room asking a million questions, trying to make sure what happened wasn't a malpractice suit in the waiting. Luckily, the laceration wasn't too bad, and all it required was a butterfly stitch which he had to wear for 4-5 days. That, however, didn't help poor Lauren, who was crying at the end of the event.

"I'm so sorry," she pleaded, "I didn't mean it."

I shot up from my bed, wild eyed with terror. I felt a dampness on my penis and for a terrible moment, I believed I was still in the hospital, just minutes away from being arrested for statutory rape. It took a second longer for me to come around, but I wasn't glad when I did. My mind went back to that unreal experience. Dear God in heaven, I thought, what the hell is wrong with me? I just fantasized about face fucking a little girl barely through of middle school. I again felt the dampness around my groin, and immediately threw back the sheets. In the morning light, the cloudy white substance that covered the sheets and me was unmistakable. It had been more than a decade out of puberty and here I was a recipient of a benefited wet dream. Christ, wasn't this shit impossible for a man in his twenty something’s!

Ken took me aside and asked me what happened. Thinking a white lie might salvage this situation I said, "Honestly, Ken, it wasn't her fault. She was doing just fine until Philip went into one of his coughing fits. A really bad one at that. His head just jerked back and the worst possible moment. Things like this happen to the best of us."

Lauren overheard me, and was little astonished at what I was saying.

I added directing my attention to the girl, "Lauren hun, accidents do happen. Don't let this setback stop you from helping your granddad. He is going to need all of you guys from this point on."

She nodded, realizing the prudent thing was to leave certain details out, "Ok."

"Don't be too shaken up," I pressed earnestly," It isn't your fault, I mean it."

With that she smiled,” Thanks, Mike."

Soon the three of them left, and a little while after that I finally headed home for the late evening. Eventually, I got to bed and thought over the day's event in that window of time before sleep. I really did admire, Lauren for her stewardship of her granddad, and hoped she wasn't scared off by her accident. My mind then wandered back to the moment when I caught a glimpse of her, replaying it over in my head. The last few months my libido was pretty much nonexistent, and mind unintentionally fixated on Lauren. Worse yet, I was beginning to feel the stirrings of arousal, and my dick began to hardened. Disturbed, I turned myself over, and tried to banish the incident from my conscious mind. Eventually, I succeeded, however, when sleep took me, my unconscious was far less prudent and my secret urges were revealed.

I was back on the hospital wing heading into Mr. Reddington’s room. It was time again to clean up the old man so I had a wash basin and rag in hand . I opened the door expecting to see tired ole Phil, but I instead was greeted by the sight of a smiling, vibrant Lauren lying in his bed. The head was raised, and a white sheet draped her front as she was looking at me expectantly. "Is it my turn for a sponge bath, Michael?" she inquired innocently.

"Yes, it is hun. You don't mind if I do it... I could have one of the female staff-"

"No, its ok, I would like you to wash me, please."

" Alright." I set my things down and moved to pull the bed sheet away from her. Slowly, I exposed her chest all the way down to her belly, just stopping short of her hips. Her nipples were small and erect in the cool air, and I realized her breast where about the size of her moms, however, on her small frame they looked a little bigger. I traced my eyes down her petite form to just where the bed sheet stopped. There I could see just the smallest wisp of brown pubic hair. Probably not long grown in.

" You’re so beautiful," I remarked.

"Thank you," she replied, "I'm glad you like my body."

I readied the basin. Soaking the cloth in the warm soapy water, I brought it to her breasts and gently massaged them through the material. In response, she pushed herself into my hand and began to gyrate with my motion. I worked the cloth over and underneath her bosom, finally grasping one by the underside. Cupped in my palm, I squeezed it gently, lifting it up on her chest. Obviously, I was no longer washing but rather fondling a young girl.

"Yes, play with me," she cooed, " Do what you want. I am all yours. "

I reached over with my free hand and took her other tit, pressing the two of them together. With her nipples almost touching, I leaned and suckled one then the other. I followed this by running my tongue along the bumpy surface of the areoles causing her to groan with lusty approval. While I was nursing off the young girl, my erection tented out the front of my scrubs.

Lauren, noticed this, reached over and grasped my member through the fabric, "Oooo, I Michael. Please, let me see your cock. "

At her touch I gasped, and relented my attention to her chest. I was unable to respond with anything more than a groan. I pulled the elastic band of my pants down past my groin and I was amazed to see my penis as it sprung out. It was now a full seven inches rather than my normal six, and on top of that, it was circumcised much like in the porno films. Lauren traced her finger on the underside of my dick from the base to the head. In response, precum slowly trickled up from the slit. She then grasped the neck and inched her head down until her lips was a breath away from the tip. Sticking her tongue out she slid it along the vertical divide, lapping up the fluid. I shuddered uncontrollably in response.

With her large brown eyes she looked up at me. Holding my gaze, her power over me was so immense that I couldn't look away, "Michael, do you want your cock in my mouth?" she asked as if she didn't already know the answer.

"Please," I whispered. My equilibrium was shot and I could hardly remain standing.

She smiled demurely, “I’m sorry I didn't understand you. Could you say that again?"

I groaned with need, "Please...suck me."

She ran her hand up and down my cock in a slow stroke, her smile growing wider, clearly enjoying this game, "Suck what?"

"Suck my..." It was hard to speak as my breathing was labored and heavy, "Suck my dick."

She tisked me and chided, "You want a little girl like me to suck on your dick. Suck on it until you empty all your cum into my mouth." In response, more precum bubbled up from my head which she immediately licked off as well.

In my frantic mind, rage danced madly with arousal. I was halfway ready to take this little cocktease by force, "Yeessssssss!" I hissed angrily through my clenched teeth, "I want to fuck your sweet doll face! Fuck it, and not stop until I blow all load into your mouth."

Her smile shrank away, taken aback but what I said. Her lips pouted, and disappointed that the game was over she remarked sarcastically, "Ok, I will only since you asked so nicely."

   And with that she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I felt her warm tongue run up and down the tip. Leaning forward she took more of me into her moist confine stopping just past the back of her tongue . She then slid back sucking as hard she could all the way, her cheeks compressed on the sides. Stopping shy of the ridge of my head, Lauren again and again repeated this motion, gradually picking up the pace. As she orally caressed my member, she uttered low guttural groans of delight with the sensation of her voice pleasuring me even more. Every now and then, she released my dick with an audible pop, and licked and suckled my purple head with abandon. The sound was akin to the smackings of a child with a lollipop. After not to long, the underage blow job became more than I could take and I felt the beginning of climax overtaking me. My whole body tensed, and like a pro Lauren drove my shaft deep into her mouth. I cried out so loud that people could her me on the other side of the ward as my ejaculate sprayed the back of her throat. My legs gave out from under me and I seized the side rail to hold my self aloft as Lauren continued the oral sex. Shot after shot of sperm was expelled and swallowed, as the adolescent milked every last drop from me.

When it finally stopped, she released me and I fell forward, splaying myself across the her lap. She ran her fingers in my hair, and then leaned forward and whispered huskily. "I'm all yours, Michael. Do what you want."

I then heard the inevitable twist of the door knob, followed by the room door swinging open. Next came a gasp of astonishment from my charge nurse, as she saw one of her staff with his pants around his ankles, across the lap of a nude thirteen year old, with trickles of cum leaky from both sides of her mouth.  

I shot up from my bed, wild eyed with terror. I felt a dampness on my penis and for a terrible moment, I believed I was still in the hospital, just minutes away from being arrested for statutory rape. It took a second longer for me to come around, but I wasn't glad when I did. My mind went back to that unreal experience. Dear God in heaven, I thought, what the hell is wrong with me? I just fantasized about face fucking a little girl barely through of middle school. I again felt the dampness around my groin, and immediately threw back the sheets. In the morning light, the cloudy white substance that covered the sheets and me was unmistakable. It had been more than a decade out of puberty and here I was a recipient of a benefited wet dream. Christ, wasn't this shit impossible for a man in his twenty something’s!

The voice of my midnight lover came to me again, almost no more than a ghostly whispered, "Do what you want ." it insisted.

I grasped my forehead more than a little disturbed.

"Shit.", I remarked to no one in particular

 

 

  Coming soon... part two, where I struggle to keep fantasy from being reality.