CJ & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 26
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
That Sunday afternoon came flooding back. I twitched and moaned silently.
“Are you ok?’ asked Matron. I smiled. And still, my voice was croaky, and raspy when I replied “Yes.”
“Well those two and a Miss Margaret Rutledge and Alison Mac Kenzie also came in very often. Those two are very ‘colourful’ characters aren’t they?” She continued. “Then there is your family, of course, your father and your brothers, called daily, your mother came in a couple of times, but she was feeling poorly whenever your father came by.”
“As of tomorrow Roberta, you can have these people in to see you, but no more than four at a time and only for 20 minutes at a time.” Matron then stood up and looked down at me. “Can I assume you want to see these people?” She asked.
I laid back on my pillow once again, closed my eyes and thought. Who did I really want to see? Then just nodded ever so slightly.
“Matron” I called to her, as she was leaving, “my family, just 20 minutes.” It was more begging than a question, my voice was still red raw and sore. She looked back at me with sadness in her eyes, “not a second more.”
Nurse Rachel Moody was my savior when it came to visitors, she came to see the strained dynamics of my family. She didn’t understand it but saw how they affected me. That family was a mirage. The one I thought was so strong, so secure. It turned out to be anything but. She ensured that when they came they didn’t ‘tire’ me at all.
My recovery was slow. The family were the only ones Matron allowed for the first two weeks. My mother came just once during that time. She had been feeling poorly my father told me. The word ‘guilt’ came to my mind. My brothers were distant, and no matter what my father said to me, it just lacked conviction.
It was a further week when Rachel came in one day with a bunch of fresh flowers. A wicked smile on her face, and told me I had a special visitor. It was out of visiting hours, but she thought Matron wouldn’t mind. Gave me the flowers to smell, unfortunately, my sense of smell hadn’t returned by then. I smiled said thank you and read the note.
‘To my Mistress, I miss you so. M xx’
My eyes lit up and a smile appeared, the first one in ages. Rachel pulled the curtains around my bed, took the flowers from me, told me she would find a vase, and let Margaret enter the ward.
“Oh my Mistress, you look so wonderful.” As she rushed to my bedside, hugged me, kissed me deeply and with a passion and loving feel to it, a caring kiss. Tears streaming down her face, “Fibber I told her.” Hugged her back and kissed her so.
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