Page 9 of Keeping Her Under
“She was getting a coffee in the cafeteria,” she says, her brown eyes so utterly exhausted, her voice so utterly broken from years of telling parents such horrible news. But she speaks strongly, making sure he hears her despite the pain and denial roaring around his skull. “She went into sudden cardiac arrest –”
“She’s fifteen!” he screams. “Fifteen! She hasn’t even gotten her period, and you’re telling me she’s suffered a heart attack?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Carlton.”
“No.” He shakes his head. Spins around again and starts to run down the hall. “Alli! Alli, baby!”
“Mr. Carlton!” Doctor Chaney calls out. “If you’ll just come with me, I’ll take you to her.”
He doesn’t listen. Can’t perhaps.
Right as he passes the double doors leading to surgery, a doctor steps out of them. “Mr. Carlton,” he says with a tired smile, “your wife –” He stops as he fully takes in the scene.
Mr. Carlton stumbles to a stop. Then falls to his knees.
As his wails echo down the hall, I take the turn to the changing room and think about just how short life can be.
Sudden cardiac arrest can happen to anyone at any age, at any level of fitness.
It could happen to Summer.
It could happen to me.
My jaw tics.
I need to get some time alone with her before it’s too late.
Before the scene I just witnessed becomes an omen.
Six
When I step out of the changing room in dark-teal scrubs, my feet want to take me straight into the ICU so I can bury my cock in Summer’s pussy. I spent a few hours last night milking out every last drop of my cum, hoping to exhaust myself so I wouldn’t get a hard-on at work, but just knowing she’s nearby is making my cock twitch.
Fuck.
With every step I take towards the operating rooms, my desire for her grows stronger. The ICU isn’t that far away from where I’ll be most of today, and she’s just lying there, waiting for me. Her legs bare. Her pussy ready to squeeze my cock as I moan into her neck and fondle her gorgeous tits.
Fuck.
I glance down, needing to know if it’s obvious. My cock pulses hard against the fabric.
Fuck!
Catching sight of a group of nurses heading in my direction, I dart into the first door on my right.
Thankfully, it’s a bathroom.
There’s a man at the urinals, but he has his head down, and I hurry into a stall. Latching it behind me, I debate whether I should wait for my erection to go down or to jerk it out.
Thoughts of Summer wrapping her sweet lips around my cock seal the deal, and I quickly undo the tie of my scrubs and slip a hand down between them. I close my eyes, imagining her on her knees in front of me. She’s sucking me off, her tongue swirling around my tip, her perfect breasts bouncing as she blows me.
I want to feel them in my palms again. I want to kiss my way down her neck and suck on both her tits at the same time. I want to smother my face between them, then push them together around my cock before painting them with my load. They’re big enough, her tits could reach her mouth. She could lick my cum right off them.
My hand getting faster, I shuffle to face the toilet.
I replay all that I did to her yesterday. I feel her curves under my palms, her nipple in my mouth. I taste her cum on my tongue. Smell it all over my chin. I remember the tightness of her pussy as she gripped my finger. Think about it gripping my cock.
With a soundless cry, I shoot load after load into the toilet. My heart racing, I open my eyes. I stroke my cock slowly, easing out every last drop.
