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  Fever (BBW Medical Erotica)

  Fever (BBW Medical Erotica)

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  Fever

  By Jussy Young

  © 2013 Jussy Young

  Smashwords Edition

  This work is intended for mature audiences only. All characters represented within are 18 years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. No characters engaging in sexual activities are blood related.

  ***

  It was still early in my workday at the county hospital and I sipped at a cup of coffee as I looked out the window of the break room. I had just finished my morning rounds and already my head was killing me. Drinking the night before hadn't helped.

  My husband, James, and I had celebrated our third wedding anniversary the night before. Dr. Taggart insisted I work the next day so we couldn’t plan much. We had gone out to dinner and had a few drinks, and then picked up more wine for home. After we put away a bottle or two we went upstairs.

  He got into bed and I sneaked into the bathroom to put on a purple, satin bustier lined with black lace I had bought earlier in the week as a surprise. I slid on the matching G-string and ran my fingers over the material, enjoying the smooth satin. Finally, I pulled on a pair of fishnet stockings which pressed tightly into my thigh and attached them to the garter belt. When I was done, I admired myself in the mirror. The lingerie hugged me tightly in all the right places, lifting my large breasts and showing off the rest of my curves that James adored.

  I giggled, turning around to check out my butt. I ran a hand over it and then gave it a light slap. A nice, round ass and hips that put Marilyn Monroe’s to shame. James was going to love it. I quickly put on some bright, red lipstick; a cheap brand I knew would rub off when I went down on him. We couldn’t plan to do much, but I wanted it to be an anniversary he wouldn’t forget.

  I left the bathroom and slunk down the hall to our bedroom. The lights were off inside and so I made my way to the foot of our bed and slowly crawled up onto it, straddling him as he lay on his back. I followed the shape of his body, edging my way up toward the top of our bed. I began kissing his stomach and moved up to his chest. Then I heard him snore.

  “You have got to be kidding.” I shook his shoulder but he was out cold. I tried several more times to wake him up but he barely budged. Maybe he was tired from work or drank too much, either way I wasn’t getting filled that night. I sighed, got off the bed and went back to the bathroom to change.

  It had been disappointing but I still had the lingerie and I could pull it out some other night he wasn't expecting it. Anyway, I had a headache the size of Delaware to worry about so my unfulfilled desires had to be put on hold. I shut the window blinds to block the sun and closed my eyes, rubbing my forehead. Suddenly, strong hands gripped my shoulders, the thumbs pressing in small circles. I moaned softly and leaned into it; a massage was exactly what I needed right then.

  "You must have had a dull evening." It was Dr. Fuller, Greg, behind me. Of course, I knew it was him the second he put his hands on me.

  "Why do you say that?" I asked. I sighed as his strong fingers worked at the back of my neck.

  "Any other day you'd be telling me I'm being inappropriate." His hands slid down my back and around my hips, squeezing them. I pushed them off of me and stepped away from him.

  "And now you are. My night has nothing to do with you. I just have a headache from too much wine and the shoulder rub made me forget how much of a creep you are."

  He laughed. Greg and I had a history. We made out once, years ago, at a company party. I had recently been fighting with James about wedding stuff and Greg knew it. We'd both been drinking at the party and I let myself slip. When I realized what was happening I excused myself and quickly got a taxi home. Ever since then Greg tried to get me to sleep with him. He wouldn't harass me constantly, just enough that I could never forget he was there if I ever wanted it.

  Although, it was never an issue of wanting it. Dr. Fuller was hot. He was a good foot taller than me, and broad shouldered. He was young, and I'm sure he played football in college. You could see how his muscles rippled underneath is tailored dress shirts. And the way he could look at you with those piercing eyes...I was always afraid he'd see my legs shaking. His slacks were always tight enough to show off his impressive bulge. So, like I said, the problem was never that I didn't want it. I just wasn't going to cheat on my husband for it.

  That said, I never really made him stop hitting on me at work. I liked it. I've always had guys look at me. I'm a little heavier than average, sure, but my waist dips in just enough to give me a nice hourglass shape and my thighs are thick but shapely. And, let's face it, my D cups helped. So it wasn't just the fact that he liked looking at me that turned me on, that happens anywhere I go. It was that he so desperately wanted me that he'd spend years trying to get me on my back.

  He looked me up and down and I pictured him as one of those whistling cartoon wolves. "A headache, huh? Wait here a minute, I'll get you something for that." Before I could tell him to not worry about it he left the break room.

  I sighed, and leaned up against the wall, waiting for him. After a minute or two he returned, placing two small, white tablets in my hand and handed me a small paper cup of water. I popped them into my mouth and swallowed them with the water, assuming they were simple pain killers. I was surprised. I'd assumed that by the way he had leered at me before getting the pills that he had something planned. I should trust my instincts more.

  "Ah...," he hesitated. "Those probably aren't what you think they are."

  I pursed my lips and stared at him for a moment. For all I knew I just got roofied. "What did you give me?"

  "Pain killers, just pain killers. But...it was a sample of a new product we're looking at. It's supposed to take care of pain almost instantly but there are some possible side effects."

  "What kind of side effects?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes at him.

  "The usual. I mean standard painkiller side effects. Plus," he said and made a fake wincing face, the same one he always made when he knew he was being a dick and that I'd let him get away with it.

  "You're an asshole." He was fucking with me. Wasn't he? I could feel the headache sliding away, though, and I was impressed by how quickly they worked. "But thanks, anyway. My headache's going away."

  He smirked. "Now let's talk payment."

  I exhaled, exasperated and walked toward the door. "One of my headaches is going away."

  "You have my number, give me a call if you experience anything unusual!" he called after me. I heard him laughing again and clenched my jaw before I yelled something that would get me written up.

  I didn't see him for the rest of the day which I was grateful for. I might have actually been tempted to sleep with him if he wasn't so irritating. At the end of the day I changed out of my nurse's outfit and went home, wondering if I was imagining the restlessness deep in my stomach or if the pills really did do what he said they did.

  The rest of my evening was like any other. Dinner, television, bed. It wasn't unpleasant, it was just...boring. Throughout the night I could feel the restlessness turning into an itch I had to scratch. James wanted to sleep, though. He'd worked a long day and had gotten home late, so I couldn't really blame him. We planned to the next night and went to sleep.

  I dreamed about sex. Raw, animalistic sex. Faceless men, sometimes alone and sometimes as a group taking me every way I could imagine. My legs wrapped around their bodies or pinned over their shoulders as they thrust in and out. I was burning hot, the tension inside me unbearable. The scene kept shifting, position to position, and location to location. It was a haze of images and all I kn
ew was that I wanted them to use me, to fill me.

  Suddenly it was just me and one man. I was getting hotter, and the ball of tension in my belly grew tighter as a thick, hard cock slid deep into my channel, pushing as far as it could. Its owner seemed familiar to me, it was someone I knew. I tried to focus and then gasped. Right before I came, I saw Dr. Fuller staring back at me. I woke up.

  My hands were stuffed down the front of my panties, slick with my wetness. Panicked, I looked over at my husband. He was still asleep. I couldn't believe I had been masturbating in my sleep. Slowly pulling my hands out, I stifled a moan as my fingers brushed over my clit. I was amazed at how wet I was and wondered if I had been loud in my sleep.

  My pussy was radiating heat. There was no way I was going to be able to go back to sleep early. And there was no way I was going to wait until the next night. I ducked under the sheet, scootching down so that my head was at James' waist. I didn't care if he was tired; he was going to give me what I wanted. I slid his boxers down and he shifted slightly. I paused and waited for him to stop moving. The sheet was thin and enough light came in from our bedroom window that I could see his cock in front of me.

  I licked my lips and then took his limp member into my mouth. There was no response from him at first. I began sucking on it lightly, twirling my tongue around the tip inside my mouth, and could feel the blood start to pump its way into his dick. It began throbbing and swelling inside my mouth, getting a little larger with each slow suck.

  When it got long enough I began to move my head up and down, letting it rub against the back of my tongue. He began to stir slightly, but I couldn't tell if he was awake or not. He continued growing inside my wet mouth.

  I loved the feel of it. The tip of my tongue rolled around it, relishing the familiarity. It knew every vein and detail of that cock. James didn't have the largest tool I'd ever seen, but it was shaped beautifully. I felt his hand running through my hair and holding the back of my head as I bobbed and heard him groan. He was awake.

  "Holy shit," he gasped, pulling the sheet back so that he could watch me.

  I looked up at him as my lips glided along his rod. "I couldn't wait until tomorrow," I tried to say, coming out muffled as I spoke around his member.

  He gave a small, surprised laugh as if he couldn't believe what was happening. To be honest, I didn't really believe it, either. I had never felt so turned on. And not by anything in particular. I was the living embodiment of arousal.

  He pulled himself from my mouth, slapping it a few times on my tongue. His pre-cum was slightly salty on the tip of my tongue and I wanted more. I marveled at his erect cock which shined with my spit under the moonlight from the window. It was larger than normal. He must have been almost as turned on as I was.

  "I want to feel your tits," he said, making it sound like a demand which I was happy to oblige. I moved up slightly so that he was between my hanging breasts and he moaned as their softness brushed against them. I then pressed them together, sandwiching his cock between them. I began bouncing my tits around him, and he slid easily between them with the saliva that coated his member. He loved the feeling of my breasts more than anything.

  He had his hands behind his head like he was reclining and his eyes were closed. James groaned as I smothered his hard cock. I pinched my nipples lightly as I fucked him with my tits and let my quiet whimpers join his moans. "I need you. I want you inside me."

  He seemed disappointed when I rolled over onto my back. He likely would have let me use my breasts until he came. He positioned himself over me, gripping my thighs and pushing my legs into my chest. Ducking his head down, he flicked his tongue over my clit and ran it down my slit. I yelled out. I couldn't take it, I needed to be filled. I reached down around my legs with both hands and spread my lips. "Fuck me," I cried.

  He sat up and rubbed his fingers along my entrance, getting them slick, and then ran his hand along his cock. It practically glowed with my spit and juices coating it. He lined himself up with my entrance and then began to slowly push into me.

  I wrapped my hands around his ass and pulled him into me as hard as I could. I didn't want gentle or slow. I wanted to get fucked. I wanted bruises I couldn't show people the next day. He understood and began to pump harder as he pressed my thighs down as far as they would go against me. He slammed into me over and over again, his wide shaft drilling into me to the hilt. His thick patch of hair tickled at my clit.

  I dug my nails into his back as my stomach began to clench. I bit my lip, knowing I was going to reach my peak soon. My channel gripped him tightly, desperately trying to pull him back in every time he pulled back.

  "Yes," I moaned. It was happening; the tension continued building and my thighs began to tremble as my core prepared for what felt like was going to be the orgasm to end all orgasms. James suddenly shouted "Laura!" and thrust into my as deep as he could go, holding himself there. I could feel his warm cum jetting into me. No, I thought, he couldn't have...not yet!

  We held each other for a moment and then he rolled off of me, satisfied. "That was amazing," he said.

  Any other night I would have agreed. The sex felt incredible, even without climaxing. But I needed to come. The muscles clenched and released inside my pussy, desperate for anything to enter it. It felt like it was on fire.

  "Yeah," I said, as convincing as possible. "You were terrific."

  We spooned, and it wasn't long before he drifted back to sleep. I was wide awake and watched the clock. 3:13. 3:32. 3:58. I could have cried out of frustration. What did those pills do to me? I gently moved James' arm off of me and sat up, putting my feet on the floor. This couldn't be normal, could it? What if something was wrong? Maybe I should call Dr. Fuller?

  I knew, deep down, I was trying to convince myself that I had a good reason to call him. This was a medical emergency. I grabbed my phone off the table next to the bed and walked to the bathroom, quickly finding his name in my contact list.

  The phone rang. One, two, three times. Finally it picked up.

  "I was wondering if you'd call," he answered, tiredly.

  "Doctor, I have to see you. The...side effect you mentioned. I think it's happening to me."

  "It sounds like I should take a look at you as soon as possible."

  "Should we meet at the hospital?" I bit my lip. What was I doing? Just getting medical advice. That's all, right?

  "It would be quicker if you just came to my condo. I have everything I need to inspect you here."

  My heart was racing. It didn't feel like my chest was going to keep it contained. My husband was just down the hall sleeping, completely oblivious. But...I needed to. I was going insane with lust and it didn't feel like anything could stop it. If there was anything that could be done to help, I needed it.

  Dr. Fuller would take a look at me and prescribe me something, or tell me that it'll go away on its own and then I'll be done. I'll head right home. Just because I was meeting him at his home at four in the morning didn't mean anything was going to happen. It was just more convenient.

  I made plenty of excuses for myself while getting ready. Although, I wasn't able to come up with a single one as I put on my nurse's uniform over the purple bustier I bought for my husband. I gently woke James to tell him that something had come up, an emergency at the hospital that I was needed for. I crouched by the bed so that he couldn't see the fishnet stockings pressed tightly into my legs.

  "All right," he said, groggy, "I love you."

  I smiled faintly, kissed him on the forehead, and then left. It was a short drive to Dr. Fuller's condo. It was a tall building in the nicer side of town. I got out of my car and walked toward the front door. I buzzed his room. "I'm here."

  I heard a click followed by him saying, "Come on up."

  I entered the building and made my way to the elevator. A man was leaving his apartment as I walked by and I saw him leering at me, the buxom nurse in fishnets, and realized he must have thought I was a prostitute meeting someone in
his building. I felt myself turning red and looked away.

  I made it to the elevator and pressed the button to call it, turning to see if the man was still watching me. I didn't see him, so either he went back inside or left. I could count the beats of my heart as it pounded and my breath was uneven. I shook my head, clearing it of the paranoid thought that maybe that man recognized me; maybe it was a friend of my husband's.

  Adrenalin coursed through me. I wasn't thinking straight. Another side effect? No...No, this must just be what it feels like when you're having an affair. I swallowed hard. It was the first time I actually admitted to myself what I was doing. Could I go through with it? Did I want to? The dull ache penetrating me definitely wanted to through with it. I wasn't as sure.

  The elevator dinged and the doors opened up. I had already stepped through and pressed the button for his floor before I thought, it's not too late. The doors closed and it was too late. The elevator jerked and my legs almost gave out. I didn't realize how badly they were shaking. A moment later the door opened and I slowly made my way down the hall.

  I walked slowly, reading the numbers on the doors. They were spaced far apart and I realized the apartments must be enormous. A lot bigger than the one my husband and I shared, anyway. I finally came to his. I raised my hand, hesitated, and then lightly knocked three times. Knock. Knock. Knock.

  Dr. Fuller opened the door and I quickly covered my mouth to muffle a surprised squeal. He was completely naked, head to toe, not a stitch on him. He was even better built than I had imagined. His wide, oval pecs and washboard abs looked like they were carved from stone. He had a tan that evenly covered every inch of his body. I wanted to melt, looking at him.

  His v-shaped torso led my eyes downward to a trimmed patch of hair that framed a cock that was larger soft than most fully erect ones I'd seen. My pussy ached for it and it took everything in me not to jump him right there. "D--Dr. Fuller...," I finally forced out.