Chapter 2

I was floating on a cloud somewhere between sleep and consciousness. Faint sounds reached me from some other planet, the sounds totally unfamiliar to me.

My dreams were of my boy toy, Jack. He and I engaged in sexual calisthenics. I was perpetually on the edge of an orgasm that I could not attain.

My mouth was dry, as was my pussy. ‘What was happening to me?’

A voice pierced through my consciousness. “She’s starting to come out of it, doctor.”

‘Doctor? Where the hell am I?’

I felt a hand touch my brow, and I forced my eyes open to reveal two people on either side of me. Both were wearing hospital scrubs. The man looked at me and moved a finger in front of my eyes.

“Mrs. Thompson, can you hear me?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but my throat was dry, and I uttered a grunt.

“Get her some water,” he ordered.

A hand raised my head, and a paper cup was placed to my lips. I sipped and coughed as the liquid trickled down my throat.

“Where am I? What happened?” I croaked.

“I’m Doctor Smith. You had a car accident. You’ll be fine. However, you have been in a coma and have some fractures in your legs, nothing that won’t mend. So for now, just rest. I’ll come tomorrow, and we can talk about it.”

I attempted to sit up; however, I realized that I was strapped down and that my legs were raised higher than my back.

“I think I can free your arms now that you are back with us,” said a woman’s voice. “Are you feeling any pain?”

“No. Who are you?”

“I’m Kate, your nurse.”

“Kate, how long have I been here like this?”

“Three days since your legs were reset and four days in all. We’ve been keeping you sedated so you wouldn’t move in your sleep.” She answered. “How are you feeling?”

“No pain, but I feel sweaty and itchy all over.”

“I’m not surprised you seemed to have very vivid dreams while out of it,” She giggled.

“What do you mean?”

She blushed, “You kept asking someone called Jack to make love to you in very explicit terms.”

“Oh my God, I did?” Then, finally, it was my turn to blush.

“Don’t worry about it. It happens. Why don’t I give you a bath to make you feel better?”

“That would probably relieve the itching. I’d like that.” I said, looking at her.

She was a slim blond with startling green eyes. She seemed to be in her early twenties, and I found her very beautiful. Returning with a basin of water, sponges, and towels, she started by washing my face. The warm water felt wonderful.

“I must look terrible,” I stated.

“Oh no, Mrs. Thomson, you’re beautiful. I wish I looked as good as you do.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet? But won’t you please call me Meg? I want you to know that flattery will get you everywhere with me,” I said, giggling.

“Everywhere? Now that’s quite an invitation.”

‘My God, she is flirting with me.’ I blushed and felt a twinge of excitement. The lengthy bucket that I had built during my three years of celibacy list included lesbian encounters.

She removed the hospital bed jacket and washed my neck, and slowly descended to wash my breasts.

The warm water felt delicious, and the sponge rubbing against my nipples sent waves of pleasure down to my pussy.

“I can tell that you are enjoying this,” she said, smiling.

I looked down and saw my nipples standing stiff and proud, making me blush a deeper red. Then, looking at Kate, I noticed that her smallish conical breasts stretched her blouse, and the nipples were clearly visible.

I reached out and rubbed her breasts through her blouse and pinched lightly at her nipples. She moaned, and leaning over, she approached my mouth with parted lips. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss, our tongues twining in each other’s mouths.

’Oh my God! Where did I get the courage to do that? First, I seduced Jack, and now this young woman. This slut is truly out to play.’

Her hands went lower, washing my stomach. They lingered at my navel. Then she lowered her head and slowly licked her way down towards it after thoroughly sucking each of my nipples into her sweet mouth and tugging at them with her teeth.

Her hand reached between my outspread legs, and I could feel the warm water washing my pussy and trickling down the crack of my ass.

Her fingers caressed my pussy lips before spreading them to insert two fingers into my hot inner flesh. My sweet juices immediately began to flow. Then, taking a towel, I clamped it between my teeth to mute my moans.

She took her fingers out and licked them. “You taste so good. You are sweet and creamy,” she said. She offered the fingers to my mouth, which I sucked as I reached under her gown and slid my fingers into her panties.

She squirmed, dislodging my hand from her treasure. “This is for you for now. Let’s see how this goes,” she said with a smile. I still brought the hand that had done the exploring to my mouth to taste the moisture I had snatched from her snatch.

I looked at her, my eyes pleading for more. She curled her fingers, and I could feel her searching for my g-spot as I wriggled my hips to guide her. Her other hand found my clit, which protruded between my pussy lips. She pinched it and rolled it between her fingers.

Her manual stimulation took me over the edge in seconds. My back arched, and I could feel myself coating her fingers with more and more of my juices as she brought me to an explosive orgasm.

She withdrew and came to the head of the bed. “Feel good?” she asked, smiling at me.

I purred and drew her face towards mine and kissed her passionately.

“You were wonderful,” I said. “I didn’t know it could feel this good.”

“This was your first time with a woman?” she asked in surprise.

“Yes, but I assure you, not the last.”

“Meg, you will be released in a few days. How would you feel if I came to give you the care you’ll need when you get home?”

“Would that be total care?” I asked with a grin.

“Of course,” she answered with a sultry smile.

’My God. Now I was both a cougar and a lesbian. What could be next? My mind danced with visions of a threesome between Jack, Kate, and myself.’ I wondered if Kate might be bisexual as I slowly faded into a deep, sated sleep.

Today was the day. Today, after three weeks in hospital, I would go home following a car accident that left me in a coma and with two broken legs. The last two months had been a total transformation for me. Widowed three years ago, I had set out to change myself from ‘Sad Sack Meg’ into a new woman.

Art lessons, self-help courses, diet, and working out had been its start. Seducing a young man more than twenty-five years my junior had been my new venture into discovering my sexuality. This was followed by my first lesbian encounter with my nurse, Kate, who was coming home with me. After that, I wondered how the road to the rediscovery of sex would lead me.

Giggling to myself, I set up a sexual bucket list of experiences I would seek. Hmm ... what were the things I wanted? Definitely more time with my young lover, Jack. More with Kate, my nurse, but what other fantasies did I have? There were so many things I desired and would seek: experiences with multiple men simultaneously, anal sex, participation in an orgy, and possible remarriage with a man who would want me as his hot wife.

My nurse, young blond and slim Kate entered the room, pushing a wheelchair. “Ready to leave this dump?” She smiled at me.

“And how wheel me out of here. I can’t wait to get home. I want my own bed, real food, and you,” I giggled.

“Is there any particular order in which you want those things?” She giggled back at me.

“Let’s go, and we can decide when we get there.”

It was good to be back home finally. Kate escorted me, hobbling into the house, and led me to my bedroom. I laid back on my bed, relishing the feel of my mattress and the feeling of being back in my own space.

After giving me a passionate kiss, Kate helped me get out of my clothes. She suggested I take a nap while she got things ready to provide me with the total care she had promised to give me. I felt myself relax and sink into sleep. When I finally woke, it was to the smell of food wafting through the room.

Kate peered in the door and, seeing that I was awake, smiled at me and sat next to me on the bed.

“After all those sponge baths, how would you feel about a real bath, Meg?” Kate asked.

“Mmm ... is that part of the total care package you promised me?”

“Well, it’s a start,” she giggled. “Supper first and play after.”

She had set the dining room table for two. Candles gleamed over two place settings, which infused a warm glow into the room. She went to the kitchen and returned with our meal; steak with mushroom sauce, green beans, Caesar salad, and a bottle of Miner Cabernet Sauvignon.

“I thought this might be a nice change from hospital food,” she said, smiling at me and sitting next to me as she poured two healthy measures of wine into our glasses.

“It all looks so delicious. I’m famished.”

I looked at her sitting there and blessed my lucky stars. First Jack with all his tender masculinity and now sweet, beautiful Kate. I felt all warm and loved and incredibly aroused. Kate and I had just had that one brief exploration at the hospital that had whet my appetite for more. I had not touched her yet and yearned to explore her nubile body.

I extended my leg and ran my foot along her calf, making her giggle.

“Oh, I think someone is anxious for her desert. So behave. Waiting will make it all the sweeter,” she smiled at me.

She was a sight for my lusting eyes, blond hair cascading around her face, bright blue eyes gazing into mine, and those full red lips begging to be kissed. Her small breasts were sprouting nipples that stretched her tank top and were so obviously hard that I could hardly wait to take them into my mouth and suck on them.

“Here’s to us,” she said, raising her glass of wine.

“To us,” I replied as we let our glasses clink against each other’s glass.

We both wolfed down our food. Hunger, yes, but more than hunger, I wanted my dessert so badly my pussy ached with need, and I could feel my wetness as I tingled with desire.

“I’ll do the dishes after,” she said. “Come, it’s time for dessert and that total care package I promised you.”

Taking my hand, she led me to the bathroom. The therapeutic bath was already full. Soft candlelight from the candles she had placed lent the room a soft glow. Pressing buttons on the remote sound system filled the air around us with the sounds of classical music. The smell of Jasmin permeated the room from the incense she had previously lit.

Slowly she removed the filmy dressing gown she had dressed me with when I had gotten out of bed. Her small hands caressed my body, lingering on my aching nipples and toying briefly with them. Finally, she cupped my ass and helped me get into the bath.

As I stepped into the warm water, my body tingled with anticipation. I watched as Kate slowly made a show of removing her clothes. Her top came off, revealing small pointy breasts with large puffy nipples centered within two pink areolas. They looked positively delectable.

She shucked her shorts while wiggling her hips to let them pool at her feet. Her pussy was smooth and bare of any traces of hair, and her tiny bubble butt made me want to rub those luscious ass cheeks. Then, finally, she stepped daintily into the bath, sitting down facing me.

I blushed as she took my legs and spread them on each side of her. I felt very open and vulnerable as her eyes rested on the vee formed by my outstretched legs. Next, she took some liquid soap and proceeded to wash first one foot and then the other. The feeling of her fingers massaging my foot and spreading my toes to clean between each one was incredibly erotic.

After rinsing them, she brought my foot to her mouth, and I felt her tongue reaching between my toes as she then sucked them into her mouth. I shivered with delight. I could feel my pussy tingling at the treatment she was bestowing.