This is a continuation of the stories Head Nurse and Zach's Nurse. It can also be read as a stand-alone story.
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I knocked on the door and was a little surprised when Bob answered. I was sure Anne had told me that her husband was not going to be home this evening. Normally when we got together it was at my townhouse but since I had a temporary roommate, and he had a bunch of his friends visiting this evening, she offered her house for our almost weekly cocktail and gossip evening.
We had been working together as paramedics on an ambulance for the fire department for about three years. During that time, because I had been a paramedic for ten year longer than her, I had been her mentor at work. Because she was ten years older than me, married, and had kids, she had become almost a big sister to me. We definitely had become close friends.
The last time we got together at my place, a little over a week ago, we had a little more than normal to drink. This had loosened our tongues more than usual and we ended up sharing some closely held secrets with each other. She had confessed to a one-time sexual experience with another girl. I confessed my desire to perform oral sex on a man.
"Hey Justine, Anne will be right down. How are you doing? How is the nursing going?" His broad smile told me that Anne had shared at least some of the stuff that had happened in the last week or so.
After my confession to Anne about my long-held desire to suck the dick of another man, I made the mistake of also telling her that I found pictures of shirtless firemen in bunker pants hot. I had told her I thought that the stereotypical calendar pics of cowboys, construction workers, and firemen were hot. Since we worked in the same firehouse with firemen, she had choosen to focus on that and, in a big sister fashion, tease me about it. Worse, I admitted there was one that we worked with that I thought was really hot, Zach.
Amazingly, right after that confession the department had asked if I would take care of Zach who was being released from the hospital, where he had been for two months, for treatment for serious burns to his hands while he was in a fire. While he was in the hospital, while in possession of his phone, his wife had found out that he was sleeping with many different women, and kicked him out.
"I am doing well. The nursing is going great, still a little strange having someone living with me though. That is why Anne invited me over here tonight." I responded although I was unable to look him in the eye.
"Yea, it sounds like it is going great. I am glad it is working out for you." I am not sure, but I think he winked at me as he said that. "Hey Anne, Justine is here, and I am heading out. I should be home around 11:00."
He gave a me quick see you later that I responded to with a nod. My mind was racing now, trying to decide how I felt about it being obvious that Anne had told him about what was going on with me and Zach. In fairness, he was her husband, and I hadn't told her to not say anything. I guess it was more of the question of why I raced to my phone to text Anne every time I had hooked up with Zach but was embarrassed that Bob knew.
I heard noise behind me and turned to see Anne quickly come down the stairs. I tried to stop it, but my eyes immediately went to her chest and I watched her sizeable tits bounce with every step. She stopped at the bottom and smiled.
"Hey, what are you drinking? I am opening a bottle of wine for myself." She smiled at me and added a little chuckle at the inference that she would be drinking a whole bottle of wine.
"I will have what you are having. Thanks."
She nodded and turned to go into her kitchen. Now my eyes were drawn to her well rounded but attractive ass that was squeezed into a pair of leggings. Before this last week or so, I had never really looked at her in a sexual way. I knew she was attractive, with a full head of slightly curly brunette hair, beautiful blue eyes, a pretty smile, and some well-placed curves. I think I had forced myself to not view here that way because she was my work partner, married, and honestly, I had liked her playing a role of pseudo big sister.
She returned with two generously poured glasses of red wine and handed me one before we each sat down on the couch.
"So Princess, anything new happen with Zach today? When is the last time you had his dick in your mouth? Is the wine going to cleanse your palate of cum?"
Fortunately, I was expecting something like that from her, so I didn't spit my wine out in shock at her very direct questions. Since my confession to her I had been telling her about what was happening with Zach and she had been regularly teasing me with comments like that. She had also taken to referring to me in feminine terms including nicknaming me Princess. Far from being offended by this, it in fact made me smile and even turned me on a little.
"This morning after our workout. So, the answer to your third question is no, pretty sure lunch and dinner took care of that." I smiled at her.
"Oh, that is right, my dirty girlfriend likes to give his balls a tongue bath when they are all sweaty." She gave me a big smile before taking another sip of her wine.
Zach had to wear very bulky compression gloves on his hands which restricted his ability to do things. They were designed to cut down on the scaring and swelling as his hands continued to heal. It was the reason I was asked to let him stay with me during his recovery. While he could do most things for himself, he occasionally needed help with stuff like meal preparation. He had to use special utensils and a special cup to drink out of. A home health care nurse, a physical therapist, and an occupational therapist were making home visits to help with a lot of stuff, so I wasn't really his nurse.
One thing the gloves prevented was him being able to do was jerk off. Because he had been in the hospital the whole time before coming to my house, he had not been able to have sex either. The result was it had been two months since his last orgasm when he got to my house. For a guy that prior to getting burned, was fucking what seemed like, half the nursing staff at the hospital, who also happened to be his wife's co-workers, he had a serious case of blue balls.
When the first couple of home health visits occurred, Zach had made inappropriate overtures to one of the therapists and the nurse. They had both threatened to not return if he kept up. When I confronted him about it, immediately after the home health care nurse left, he pointed out his hard dick as the reason for his actions. He told me had to get off soon because his balls actually ached. I choose that moment to drop to my knees in front of him and give the first blow job of my life. It was everything I had fantasized about and I loved doing it.
Unfortunately, after initially indicating he was okay with it, Zach later told me that he wasn't gay and didn't want, in his words, a faggot cocksucker blowing him anymore. That lasted just about twenty-four hours before, while helping him with the shower the health care nurse hadn't given him the day before, because of his inappropriate actions, I sucked him off for the second time. That had led to the current situation where I was blowing him once or twice almost every day.
"Yes, I do like when he is sweaty. That manly, musty smell is huge turn on to me, I admit it. So, your right, I guess I am a dirty girl." I looked right at her smiling from ear to ear. "Speaking of dirty girls, have you put on anymore shows for Bob this week? Gotten fucked doggy style again?"
Her eyes showed a little shock at my confidence in saying that to her, but she grinned. Anne and Bob had been married for twenty years and she had told me that their sex life was pretty vanilla. Partly inspired by our confessions to each other, she had recently asked Bob if he had any fantasies or things he had always wanted to try. It took some coaxing, but he eventually owned up to having a voyeur streak and wanted to watch her with someone else.
They hadn't done that, yet, but he had asked to watch her get herself off, something they had never done before. That was followed by him fucking her hard doggie style which was very different than their normal couple times a month missionary position sex.
"No, but we had sex without going out dinner before hand last night so that was a step in the right direction." She laughed and stood up to take our wine glasses in for a refill.
Anne had told me that over the years whenever Bob suggested that they go out to dinner that was his code for wanting to have sex later that evening. It was obvious that they had a genuine affection for each other but keeping things going in the bedroom had been a struggle. Anne hadn't told Bob about her same sex experiment, that had happened just a few years ago while she was in paramedic school with a much younger study partner. She was worried that he would be hurt if he found out, especially years later.
She returned with another generously full glass of wine for each of us and I was beginning to wonder if I would need a Lyft driver to get home this evening. I remembered that Anne would have to work tomorrow and was surprised she was willing to risk a hangover during her shift.
