Archive-name: Samesex/hospital.txt
Archive-author: J.D.
Archive-title: In hospital


         Hello friends and fellow bbs addicts!

         I  never  thought that I would be so happy to make my fingers ache
    at the keyboard, but after my recent trip to Ca., I will probably  type
    until I drop.

         I was in Santa Cruz when the quake hit and got a broken leg and  a
    slight  concussion  and have been in hospital for longer than I care to
    be.  Having travelled much of my life and had my own way, it  was  very
    difficult to be 'tied' to the bed for such a long time.

         I remember {hazily} the rescue squad coming in and dragging Sherry
    and  me  out  of the building {after covering us with blankets} through
    the window.  I must have been in shock or something because  it  struck
    me as hilarious that we were on the first floor.  {Before the quake, we
    were  on  the  third  floor.}  Sherry fared better than I, only getting
    minor contusions, and visited me daily.  I suppose we can make rude and
    offensive comments about it now, but it was quite scary for  the  first
    week.

         I  hate  being out of communications with people and apologize for
    not having Sherry pass along a message, but I refuse to share my access
    codes with anyone.  Also, Sherry leaves a lot  to  be  desired  in  the
    typing department; her talents lie elsewhere.  I have had a LOT of time
    to  remember  some  of the significant events in my life and will start
    writing them down as soon  as  I  wade  through  the  month  or  so  of
    unfinished  business.   Hopefully, my hospital experience will tide you
    over until I can upload something more interesting.

         About  the third  week in hospital,  Sherry came  to visit and  we
    decided  that the hospital was one location that we hadn't experimented
    with sexually.  My roommate had been discharged earlier in the  day  {a
    woman  I  can  only  describe  as  a shrew.  I'm not surprised that her
    husband rarely visited her} and we had the room to  ourselves.   I  can
    assure  you  that sex in traction is not my favorite, but I let my mind
    play on my bondage fantasies and Sherry was  quite  accomodating  about
    playing the mistress although our roles are usually the reverse.

         After a few minutes chastising me for being careless, she promised
    to  make me beg to come.  She started by fluffing my pillows to make me
    as comfortable as possible {a little out of the character} and proceded
    to lift my johnny until my finer assets were completely exposed.   Then
    she teased me by slowly caressing all but the important parts.  After a
    few  minutes, I was ready for some serious sex and begged her to either
    finger-fuck or eat me.  Sherry was plesant enough to do both,  starting
    slowly to lick my lips and clit until I was wet enough for penetration.
    After  inserting  a  finger and beginning a slow in and out motion, she
    took my clit in her lips and started licking it at the  same  speed  as
    her  finger  motions.  I couldn't help but moan as she slowly increased
    her speed.  It was very erotic to know that anyone  could  walk  around
    the  curtain  without  any  advance  notice  and that helped me to come
    several times.  Sherry had unbuttoned her blouse and was presenting one
    of her glorious tits, when we were interrupted by a candy striper.  She
    was obviously as embarrassed as we were and mentioned that  they  could
    hear me at the nurses' station and weren't sure why I had been moaning.

         The  teenager  then  stated  that  she  had  been  intrigued by my
    baldness and wasn't sure {until now} why I shaved.  Although Sherry and
    I tried to convince her that she should join us, she was not sure  that
    she was ready for girl-girl sex, although she was willing to admit that
    it turned her on.  After a few more minutes conversation, Sherry's hand
    in  my  crotch  the entire time, Tammy went to let the nurses know that
    there was no problem and that she would help bathe  me,  she  returned.
    By  now,  I was trying to position myself to play with Sherry and still
    keep her boob in my mouth, while she kept alternating between one,  two
    and three fingers in my cunt.  Tammy removed her panties and sat in one
    of  the chairs, lifting her leg over the arm.  Although she wasnt' sure
    about the joys of lesbian sex, she certainly had no qualms about either
    voyeurism or masturbation.  I was not in a position  to  see  her,  but
    from  her  moans,  I  could tell that she was enjoying herself with her
    fingers as Sherry and I came.

         Sherry then moved to put her head between  my  legs  and  suck  my
    pussy  in earnest and I could see Tammy, rapidly fingering her clit and
    trying to stiffle her moans.  Her hospital attire had now risen to  her
    waist  and I could see the light fluffy hair around her cunt.  I wished
    that she would have joined us, but I'm not sure at this  point  whether
    or  not she was 'legal'.  The combination of Sherry's mouth and Tammy's
    fingers caused me to come again and again, and I had to cover my  mouth
    with  the  covers  lest we encourage more intruders.  In my mind, I can
    still see the sparkles made by the bed lights running across her  pussy
    juices as she became wetter and wetter.

         I  finally  pushed Sherry's hands away, something I would never do
    had I not tired easily from my lack of activity, Tammy was  pulling  up
    her  panties  and  rearranging her gown.  I told her that I enjoyed her
    self-help routine and would appreciate a visit whenever  she  felt  the
    urge.   She  came  to  the  side  of  the  bed  and we talked about how
    different it was with Sherry and I as opposed to the boys she had dated
    and I explained the reasons for the  difference.   {OPINION:   Sex  for
    women  is  an  adjunct  to  emotions  whereas  for  men, it is a purely
    physical act.}  After seeing Sherry and me  in  action,  Tammy  decided
    that she would probably have to try our style at some point, but didn't
    think it would be her preference.  Also, she had enough professionalism
    to realize that sex with a patient was not the best of situations.

         Unfortunately,  Tammy never repeated her performance, although she
    visited frequently and had many questions for me.  I intended  to  kiss
    and  hug her when I was released, in hopes of establishing some contact
    after, but she was nowhere to be seen when I left.

         As I mentioned earlier, I spent a lot of time reminiscing about my
    life {sex is certainly a big part of it} and will try to upload more of
    my experiences soon.  I guess the most interesting story was  one  that
    Sherry mentioned.  I had forgotten all about running into some druggies
    in  the  mountains  and  having  to  fuck our way to freedom, but that'
    another story.

         J. D.

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