A War Nurse's Diary #4

Dear Diary

I have finally arrived at my destination, although I'm not completely sure of where I am; I know I am somewhere in France. Twenty other girls and I are here. The nurse in charge is a heavy-set, stoic and stern woman named Martha.

I've only been here four days, and every day it's the same thing: rise, prayers, dress, and then patients. Soldier after solider, are pushed through our doors. Some on death's door; others will survive, but at what cost?

Martha is very strict on politeness, but I've noticed some of the men watch us with starving eyes, keeping their blankets fisted in their laps; others barely register we are near. Martha has made it clear we are to do anything that helps these men find relief or peace.

So, I have been racing between beds, doing all I can to fluff pillows, smile, give water, or give more medicine to ease their suffering. But now I wonder if Martha meant something more. I was in the closet getting a mop and bucket when I heard one of the girls talking about another kind of relief. I was shocked when I heard that she gave him extra special treatment and he curled her toes.

I immediately thought of Lewis, the supply closet, and how my body throbbed for hours afterwards; it made me hot all over. I didn't believe her though; some of the men were too injured... weren't they? My question was answered the next night.

We took turns working the night shift, and I was quietly doing my rounds when I heard noise coming from a curtained-off bed. Concerned, I walked over and peeked into the curtained-off area. I froze; there was a nurse, her hair down, her uniform and slip pooled around her waist. She was bouncing up and down on a soldier, who was panting as he sucked her breasts and gripping her bare bottom. She was moaning, asking if he liked it.

He was panting, suckling, and squeezing. I realized my hands were gripping and squeezing my breasts, my honeypot was watering, and my breathing had quickened. She sat all the way up, leaning back and continued bouncing, moaning, and now twisting her own nipples. The soldier's back was arching, the veins on his neck standing out; he was thrusting up into her, the sounds and smells were teasing me, making me squirm and making me need a release of my own.

I ducked away quickly and quietly, walking away, while the sounds of ecstasy echoed behind me. I ran from the room, turning a corner quickly I ran directly into Doctor Cooper, a hard-tempered, fierce-looking man, with blue eyes that made everyone squirm.

He grabbed my shoulders to keep me from falling back. I was panting hard, my nipples so hard I knew he could see them, and the smell of need all over me. "Nurse Jones!" He snapped quietly, "What in God's name are you doing running like that?" His nostrils flared, and he looked hard into my eyes.

I shook my head, staring into his eyes; I couldn't help but lick my lips. His eyes flew to my mouth as his pupils widened. Shaking my head again, I pushed away and ran down the hall. For the next few days, all I could see was Dr. Cooper, and for some reason, I was continuously chosen to work with him, and God, how it made me want him.

Every day, his scent wrapped around me, his eyes always staring, and a few times I knew I saw a bulge at his crotch. My dreams became haunted by him, and the things he would do to me. I found myself making sure my hair was perfect, my lips had a touch of lipstick, and I didn't button all the buttons on my dress anymore. So, when I leaned over, he could see my breasts, Nurse in charge Martha noticed, and demanded I come and speak to her after my shift was over.

I was terrified; alone in her office, I stood shaking while she sat staring at me. Before she could speak, however, the door slammed open. "Martha, is there a reason that Nurse Jones is here when she was supposed to report to me for specialized training?" Dr. Cooper snapped hotly.

Martha sputtered and jumped to her feet. "She did not tell me! I was unaware. She is here for disciplinary action!"

"For what?" He demanded.

"Her lipstick and uniform." Martha retorted. Dr. Cooper walked over to me and grabbed my chin. He looked at my face, and the buttons opened on my uniform.

"I will speak to her!" He said, looking at me, "Get to my office!" He snapped, making me run down the hall. I couldn't hear and didn't want to hear the voices raised in the office behind me. I ran until I got to Dr. Cooper's office; inside, I sat down shaking, wondering what was going to happen to me.

Finally, his footsteps entered the room, the door slamming shut, making me jump. He walked in front of me. "Stand!" He barked. I surged to my feet; he stared at me, making my breath squeeze in my throat. His eyes looking from my neck to my chest, and back up again. He closed his eyes and slowly reached for my neck. "The other night," he said, reaching out and gently rubbing my throat. "I know what you saw. I know you saw them." My cheeks reddened in shock, but my body was heating up in other ways.

He stared into my eyes. "Are you innocent?" He asked. I slowly shook my head, my hands reaching for the buttons on his shirt. My core was throbbing; my tongue ran over my lips, making his eyes close. Suddenly, he grabbed my hands and opened his eyes. "Don't play with me," he snapped. I bit my lip and slowly let it slide back out from between my teeth. He quietly groaned, watching it.

I shook my head, stepped back, and slowly unbuttoned my uniform. Slowly pushing it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor around my feet. Dr. Cooper stood, breathing hard, looking at me. My breasts were small enough that I didn't need a bra, and I knew the satin of my slip was nearly translucent in the light. My nipples tightened up and pushed out the flimsy fabric.

"I'm not innocent," I said, my voice dripping with need. I cupped my breasts and rubbed my own nipples. He took a step forward before he shook his head and pushed past me. I stood, feeling the cold air hitting my skin. Tears ran down my face as I got dressed and walked into the hallway. Martha stood waiting. Seeing my tear-soaked face, she smirked and walked away.

I went back to work and finished my shift without seeing Dr. Cooper again. I felt sick to my stomach; had I been rejected, or was I about to be rejected for being a floozy? The next day we had incoming injuries, chaos reigned supreme, and everyone was running and rushing. I was running for more supplies when I heard Dr. Cooper screaming for help.

I rushed into the room to see another nurse on the floor; she had fainted at the sight before her, without being told I gloved up, and jumped into the fray. Minutes, hours, it felt like days later, we had everyone we could save, saved. We were exhausted. I forced myself to go and get a cup of coffee for Dr. Cooper. He looked relieved as he took the cup; our fingers touched, and he'd jerked his eyes up to mine.

I froze; he lightly moved his thumb across mine, and my breath caught. I closed my eyes to the sensation, my lips parted, and I sighed softly. When I opened my eyes, Dr. Cooper was staring hard. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and pulled me from the room. He took me upstairs past the supply rooms and nurses' quarters, and then up another flight of stairs. The ones that led to the attic area, where the doctors slept. He got to the last door and pulled me through the now-opened door.

As soon as the door shut, he crushed his lips to mine. "I need you," he ground out, crushing my lips against his. His hand flew under my dress and forced its way into my underthings. Three fingers found my opening, and I squealed at the rough intrusion. "I need you. I want you, damn you." He moaned, thrusting in and out of me. He stopped suddenly, removed his fingers from me, smelled them, then he moaned before sucking them off. "Get undressed and lie down." He said, motioning to a bed in the room.

I took everything off and lay on the bed. He came over and looked me over; his eyes made me squirm in anticipation. "Open your legs," he said huskily. I slowly opened them; his tongue peeked out of his lips, while his hand slowly moved to his trousers. I couldn't help but cup my breasts, pinching my nipples and arching my back slightly.

I watched breathlessly as he slowly revealed himself to me. I moaned at how thick and long it was. I moved my body to the end of the bed and sat up, bringing my knees up and opening my legs. I slowly ran my fingers down my wet slit; his eyes followed the movement. I pulled open my honeypot and fingered the little nub; it made my head fly back, and a moan escaped my lips.

Dr. Cooper moved so quickly, I didn't have time to think. My legs were over his shoulders, and his face was buried in my snatch. I whipped back against the bed as the assault of pure pleasure hit me. His tongue danced, his lips commanded the symphony of pants and moans from my body, and his fingers were twisting and thrusting within me, playing me towards a release of pure heaven.

He was voracious in his appetite for my honeypot; the slurping and sucking noises made my stomach jump and clench. My back was arched tightly, my hands fisted in his hair, and still, he did not stop. His teeth captured my nub as the tip of his tongue lashed it roughly; the sucking was a delicious bite of pain, and my breathing became erratic. I was riding pure electricity, and I wanted the whole lightning storm.

"Bathe me," he moaned into me, "cover me in your sweetness." I gasped, thrashing around; the pleasure was building. I was flying, throbbing, twisting, and then an explosion of pleasure hit me so hard I let out a scream, jerking his hair, pulling him into me harder. The lights spun, my body screamed in ecstasy, and I rode his face, hell-bent for heaven.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" I begged, my legs shook, my honeypot gushed, and Dr. Cooper lapped and sucked like a thirst-starved man at a cool water pump. I screamed again as he sucked as hard as he could on my nub. Making a fireball burst and rip through me, the pleasure eating me alive. Sweat broke out over me as my body thrashed around, the feelings so complete my stomach clenched, and my body shook.

Panting, he moved my legs off his shoulders and climbed up between my thighs. "I need you." He said, pushing his trousers all the way down. My snatch was throbbing, little shocks of pleasure racing up into my body. When he entered me, my honeypot grabbed him, pulling him deep into me. I groaned loudly, arching up, feeling him slide deeper.

I wrapped my legs around him, sucking my juices off his lips, his tongue pushing into my mouth hotly, as he began to thrust into me. "Oh god... oh god!" He moaned, throwing his head back. I pulled myself up to him, sucking his neck hotly. He groaned, increasing his thrust power. I held onto his forearms, keeping my legs tightly wrapped around him.

He lowered his head and took my breast in his mouth, moaning. I begged him, "more... please, doctor, more! Oh God, more!" The pressure was building; his strokes slowly bring me to another end. I was moving with him, sending him harder, faster; I could feel him slamming into the walls of my womb.

It was coming higher and higher; I went. The explosion of lights and sensation washed over me. I jerked my legs down, shoving him into me hard, as I felt my honeypot grab and throb against him. He snapped his head back, "oh god... oh god!" The veins on his neck stood out, his face reddening, as I felt his cock jumping inside me. The feeling made me cry out; his mouth was on my breast again.

He thrust sharply one more time, making me gasp loudly as a shock ripped through my body, making my honeypot explode in a gush of fluid. My walls closing in on him, making him groan and collapse on top of me. Panting, he kissed my neck, my breasts, and my lips.

We were sweat-covered, panting, shaking, and holding onto each other. He stared into my eyes; I felt him twitch deep within me. I bit my lips, groaning. He smiled before carefully pulling himself out of me. "I think," he said, pulling his pants up, "I will request you to work directly with me." He actually smiled. Reaching down, I fingered my pouring slit, licking my fingers clean. He swallowed hard, watching me. "Yes, Doctor," I purred. Later that night, as I lay in my bed, listening to the quiet, I wondered how soon it would be before I was summoned again.