(see header in part one)
Hormones, by Scott J. Welles
Kerry pressed gently against Carol's shoulders until the nurse lay on her back. She ran a hand lightly down the length of Carol's body, her palm tingling as it glided over her skin. Reaching the wetness between her legs, she slid her fingers in, and Carol moaned into Kerry's mouth in response.
Kerry pulled her lips away from Carol's with difficulty, the nurse trying to retain a suction hold on her tongue, and then used them to follow the trail blazed by her hand. The faint saltiness of perspiration on Carol's neck just increased her desire as she nipped gently at the hollow of Carol's shoulder. The brunette's muscles seemed to undulate under her skin, rolling like the surface of the ocean.
Reaching Carol's breasts, Kerry slowed her progress, focusing her attention upon them with hands and mouth alike. They were larger than Kerry had imagined, already swollen from the pregnancy, and the sensitivity of the erect nipples was clearly enhanced. Kerry took one in her mouth, savoring its taste and texture, and Carol's back arched in delight as she gasped. Kerry bit gently, just enough to stimulate her friend's desire, and sucked as eagerly as a newborn. Get used to this, she thought, 'cause you'll be feeling it a lot more in the next year or so...
Yielding at last to the insistence of Carol's hands, pushing her head downward, Kerry descended further, until Carol's thighs rubbed against her shoulders. The ease with which Carol opened herself surprised Kerry, perhaps more than it should have. She herself was often timid with new lovers, at first, but she'd never been with another woman before. Maybe it was just her.
The task at hand demanded her attention, precluding other thoughts. Although she had never made love to a woman before, Kerry was determined to achieve the same levels of success that she usually did when learning a new skill. Calling upon the memories of her previous sex life, she imagined how other lovers had done the same to her. Mlungisi was particularly memorable in his technique, and Kerry did her best to do to Carol what he had done so exquisitely to her.
It was so different from performing oral sex on a man. Beyond the obvious differences in mass and contour, there was a greater sense of intimacy, of connection...reaching inside someone on more levels than the physical. What it reminded Kerry most of, strangely, was the first time she'd reached her hand inside a patient's chest cavity. The same fascinating sense of touching a living, beating heart, and knowing that that person would walk out of the hospital alive and well, gave her a feeling of having touched something primal and vital in the universe's life-force. It made her feel connected to things beyond herself in ways that few things had before.
Of course, in that case she had only used her gloved hand, while now she was as naked as she'd ever been, applying not merely fingers but lips and tongue...and this was far more pleasant. Plus, the results were more readily apparent.
If Carol was aware of Kerry's lack of experience, her reaction sure didn't show it. Her breath came in deep sighs and she moaned with delight under Kerry's attention. "Jesus Christ, Kerry...where were you when I...ohhh, God, yes..."
Carol came more quickly than Kerry anticipated, but didn't relinquish her hold on Kerry's head. "Don't stop, please...more..."
Greatly encouraged, Kerry redoubled her efforts. She realized she didn't want to stop anyway. I love this, she thought. The taste of her, the scent of her, the feel of her skin, the sound of her voice...
They lost track of time as Carol's protracted pleasure consumed them both entirely.
Finally, her voice escalated, her muscles tensed, and Carol climaxed again, this one dwarfing the first. She cried out inarticulately, clutching at Kerry's hair, and released her orgasm, letting it explode from every pore. Kerry was glad she kept her hair cut short or Carol might now be clutching two loose red handfuls, ripped out by the roots.
Carol sagged on the bed, collapsing inside and out. "Oh, fuck, yes..." she whispered.
Kerry remained where she was, gently kissing and caressing the inside of her thigh. She couldn't remember when anything she'd done had thrilled her so.
"Oh, God, Kerry, thank you so much," Carol gasped at last, "I don't care what Doug said about you, I think you're terrific. First you bring me chicken when I need it, now this!" She looked at her stomach. "Kids, I'm sure you felt that, so let me reassure you, it was a good thing. A really good thing. Believe me, when you grow up, you're gonna love the whole sex thing. Just make sure you find someone who can do THAT to you!"
Kerry had to laugh. "That's not something you hear many mothers tell their children."
"I'm trying not to learn too much from my mother's example," Carol replied, absently. Then, as if remembering that Kerry was there, she focused her attention on the redhead again. "C'mere," she said.
Kerry crawled back up to her side, and Carol kissed her deeply again, holding her close against herself. I could probably die happy right here, she thought as the kiss lasted.
When Carol finally relinquished her hold on Kerry's lips, she said, "An experience like that has to be shared," and rolled on top of the doctor. "Allow me..."
Suddenly shy about her imperfect body, Kerry said, "It's okay, Carol, I don't need..."
"Yes you do. Trust me." Carol held her down gently, and Kerry found it hard to protest too much.
Carol's hands pinned hers easily against the mattress, their fingers entwining, as the nurse's mouth described a line of fire down over her chin to her neck. She felt Carol kissing tenderly at the scarring she found there, and shivered in a mixture of shame and delight.
Then, her nerve failing, she pulled her hands free. "Carol, wait," she said, hating herself for it. "I'm not... I mean, I want to, but I don't know if I can..."
"Kerry..." Carol took her face in her hands. "I want to do this. Please, let someone be good to you."
Unable to resist the longing in those moist eyes, Kerry surrendered, accepting another kiss before Carol resumed her attentions.
The nurse's hands and mouth ventured to Kerry's breasts, smaller than Carol's even before the pregnancy, and roamed over, across, and around them. She felt the nipples hardening even more as Carol sucked at them, as though drawing all of Kerry's life force into the two points. Kerry filled her hands with dark hair, holding Carol's head against her chest. Carol was making her feel alive in ways she'd almost never felt. I'm not her first, she realized abruptly. She knows what she's doing.
Carol kissed her way downward, but surprised Kerry by detouring to the outer edge of her hip. Those talented lips found the old scars, the ones time would never erase, and kissed them, as though she could drink away the hurt. This was something Kerry had never experienced before. Other lovers accepted the scars without acknowledging them, as though such attention might reopen them. Or, worse, as though the scars were a disease, infectious to the touch.
But Carol, the hands-on nurse who dealt with other people's pain and injury daily, had no compunctions about touching her that way. I'm not afraid of this part of you, she seemed to say. You are beautiful to me.
She continued kissing, occasionally licking gently, down the length of Kerry's infirm leg, lifting it as she sat back, and applied the same oral love to her foot. The heel, the arch, the delicate toes...and then she retraced the same path, up the inner edge of the leg, toward the juncture of her thighs. Kerry had never felt so completely loved and embraced before.
And then she was there, raven-black hair spreading over Kerry's thighs, and her tongue was inside her...and the world around Kerry began to melt. "Good God, Carol..."
Carol didn't pause to respond, but continued to stimulate her hostess, her actions obviously a blend of practice and confidence. Carol clearly knew her way around a woman's body. The incredible bursts of pleasure detonating within Kerry's body were proof of that.
Again, as if in a dream, time slowed to a crawl as Kerry, unable to do anything else, let the maddening, magnificent sensations wash over her, through her, inside her. She'd thought she'd known what making love was, but now she decided she'd have to revise her definition.
She was vaguely aware of someone screaming, off in the distance, and some dim part of her conscience said they should go find who it was, and make certain no one was suffering some sort of injury. Then she realized the voice was hers, and she certainly wasn't suffering.
When Kerry finally climaxed, it was as though some
irresistible magnetic energy had gathered her
consciousness into a tight ball between her hips,
packed it tight, then cause it to burst apart like the
creation of a new sun. Awareness of concepts like Up
or Down faded, and for a long moment, she couldn't
tell what part of her skin rested against the
mattress, and what was exposed to air. Her limbs and
organs seemed to liquefy together, and she imagined
herself as a small, shapeless blob of
protoplasm...then she seemed to re-evolve, gradually reforming her familiar body as equilibrium reasserted itself.
Carol still lay between her legs, her chin resting gently on Kerry's stomach as she watched the other woman regain her senses. "You awake?" she asked quietly.
Kerry found her voice with effort. "You've done that before," she stated. "I know you have. You're too good at it."
Carol nodded, a little embarrassed.
"Anyone I know?"
"Susan Lewis," she admitted.
"SUS-?!" Kerry stopped herself from yelling; it didn't help her head stop spinning. Then, calm again, she asked, "Carol, did you fuck anybody who didn't hate me?"
Carol giggled as she slid up to the pillows and held Kerry in her arms. They kissed again, but it was more afterglow than passion, at this point.
They lay together, on their backs, and Carol took Kerry's hand in hers. "Thank you for this," she said. "There's been no one since Doug left, and I really needed it."
Doug again, Kerry thought wryly. He'll always be a presence in her life. Trying to keep the bitter disappointment out of her voice, she said, "I hope I wasn't too much of a comedown from him."
"I hate to break it to you, Kerry," Carol replied easily, "but there are some things that he could do to me that you simply can't. At least, not without some kind of prosthetic enhancement."
"But, as for the things you can both do, well..." Carol propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at Kerry. "You've got nothing to worry about."
"Thank you," Kerry whispered, deeply flattered.
Carol kissed her cheek, then lay back.
Kerry thought for a moment. "Uh, just to make sure...we are talking about oral sex, right?"
"Thanks. I was afraid I'd be no good at it with a woman. I've only done it with men, and that didn't seem like much use now. Different mechanics, and all that."
"Yeah, I always hated giving blowjobs. They make me gag." Carol's nose wrinkled.
"Really? Never had a problem with them, myself..."
"Shep and Tag used to want them all the time, but Doug was pretty good about it. He enjoyed it as much as the next man, of course, but he could tell I didn't like it, and he never insisted. He could be very sweet that way. Sometimes, I'd do it anyway, on special occasions. Like if he'd behaved himself during dinner with my mother."
"Kinda like a carrot for the donkey, huh?"
Carol threw her head back and cackled fiendishly.
Kerry looked at her in surprise. "I didn't think it was that funny."
"No, I was just reminded of Lucy's face as she tried to figure out how a guy could swallow a whole carrot." Off Kerry's blank look, she added, "Never mind, you had to be there."
There was a growling sound nearby.
"Was that your stomach?" Kerry asked.
"Are you hungry, or are you gestating a wolverine?"
"Oh, like you wouldn't believe. That's the other thing about being pregnant - you're always hungry for the weirdest things."
"I told you to eat something!"
"I just did," Carol said with a wicked grin.
Kerry ignored the pun. "Let's go to the kitchen. I've got all kinds of leftovers..." She reached for the bedside where she kept her crutch, remembering abruptly that it was still by the front door. She shook her head in momentary annoyance, then reached for her robe instead.
"No," said Carol, stopping her. "Let's cook naked."
Kerry blinked in surprise from the normally-reserved nurse's suggestion, then smiled. "Wow, you get pregnant, and suddenly your wild streak is unleashed!"
They made their way to the kitchen, Carol half-supporting, half-embracing Kerry.
True to her word, Kerry had plenty of food available, probably more than she needed for the week's meals. They didn't end up doing much in the way of actual cooking, as Carol found she was craving cold foods for some reason. By the time they were fed, Kerry's supply of leftovers was somewhat diminished - and in some rather odd patterns. "Ooh, Cheese Whiz! I LOVE Cheese Whiz!"
They ate, still nude, at the counter, glancing at each other from time to time without talking, but often smiling. Kerry ate some, more to replenish the reserves her body had lost in lovemaking than from actual appetite. Carol wolfed it down like there was no tomorrow, which just made Kerry smile more.
Afterward, they brought their dishes to the sink, Kerry washing them, then passing them to Carol to load into the dishwasher. She felt strangely comfortable in her friend's presence, even under the unusual circumstances.
After they were done, Carol used a dishtowel to carefully dry Kerry's hands, then her own. She hung the towel on its rack, then turned to face Kerry again.
"Now what?" Kerry said.
The dark-haired nurse arched an eyebrow. "What do you think?" She slid her arms around Kerry's waist, pulling her closer.
The feeling of Carol's breasts against her own, and the sensation of Carol's breath tickling her ear, triggered an immediate response in Kerry's body. "Mmm," she moaned, as Carol nuzzled her neck. "Don't we have to wait half an hour?"
"That's swimming," the nurse said, impatiently, then brought her mouth to Kerry's again...
Kerry soon found herself lying on her living room sofa, Carol's mouth finding its way between her legs again. Carol shifted, rotating so her own thighs straddled Kerry's face. Kerry pulled her hips down until she could reach Carol with her own mouth, and the cycle of lovemaking was completed, like a living yin-yang symbol.
Carol's weight above her was a warm mass, not resting fully upon her so much as covering her. The impromptu meal seemed to have reinvigorated both women, and they went at each other with renewed enthusiasm.
Kerry, less experienced in such matters, was rendered helpless by her climax first, and she relished the experience nearly as much as the first time. But, recovering faster, she concentrated her efforts on pleasuring Carol in turn. Carol's body vibrated and shook as Kerry's tongue reached all her most sensitive spots - made all the more sensitive by the rampant hormones. She cried out Kerry's name as her juices flowed again.
Spent again, they curled together on the sofa, kissing languidly and caressing each other.
"Do you think..."
Carol looked at her. "What?"
"No, it's nothing," Kerry said.
"Kerry, you said something. What is it?"
She knew she'd regret asking the question, but she couldn't help herself. "Do you think we would ever have done this if you weren't in this condition?"
"What, you mean horny and heartbroken?" Carol gave a wry smile. "I don't know, Kerry. I've never thought about you this way before. And, frankly, I don't know how I'll feel about it tomorrow."
Kerry nodded, her eyes falling.
Carol brushed the short hair back from her temples. "Don't feel rejected by that. I'll never regret spending this night with you. But I don't think of it as the beginning of any deeper relationship between us. I have to be honest with you about that." "That's all right," Kerry assured her. "I didn't expect you to move in with me or anything."
"I still love Doug completely, you know."
"I know. If I never get anything more than tonight, I'll still consider myself lucky for what we've just had."
Carol kissed her forehead. "Thanks for understanding."
"Sure. What are friends for?"
"Well, I think what we just did went a little beyond what friends are-" Carol broke off, abruptly. "Was that the front door unlocking?"
Kerry sat up. "Can't be. Carter's not off until-" Her eyes widened as they fell on the clock. "Oh, shit..."
"Dr. Weaver? You still up?" The voice, familiar to both women, preceded the young doctor's appearance. "You left your crutch by the front d-"
Carter broke off in astonishment as he caught sight of two of his colleagues holding each other, naked.
There was a moment of panic shared by all three.
Carol recovered first. "What are you looking at, Carter?" she asked him, coolly.
"Nothing!" He dropped the crutch and threw a hand over his eyes. "I didn't see anything! I swear!" He fumbled his way to the basement door and descended hurriedly, his voice still floating back to them. "This isn't happening, it's all a dream, I'm asleep in bed..."
Once he was gone, Kerry regained control of her dropped jaw, and buried her face in her hands, blushing furiously. "Oh no, oh my god, I don't believe that just happened," she groaned. "How am I ever going to face him ag-what are you laughing about?"
It was a moment before Carol could answer through her hysterical laughter. "Could have been worse," she gasped.
"Could have been Doug who found us."
For once, the mention of Ross's name inspired not distaste but hilarity in Kerry, and she laughed even louder than Carol, imagining the look on Doug's face...