Lovely Lucy
A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships
Sprinting to the bus on a muggy afternoon, Lucy took a leap of faith and attempted to lunge over the gutter to the bus. Launching herself into thin air, she felt freedom. Sweet weightlessness.
This flight of enjoyment was met with a harsh dose of reality as she felt her feet on the bus floor and her blouse buttons burst open. Her bosom lay in its bra and embarrassment lay on her face, much to the bemusement to the old bus driver, whose smile and grandmotherly words quelled Lucy’s quivering lips. Lucy quickly swiped her bus card and took her seat at the back busy. Lucy’s big bosom’s break highlighted her tortured Thursday.
As it came to be, Lucy’s body had a mind of its own, since she started working as paediatric doctor. Papers and studies. Patients and prams. Her life was babies and young children. Strangely, throughout the specialisation, Lucy’s body reacted as if she was expecting. A strange metamorphosis. Smoothing the cotton blouse and skirt over the bus’ faded black seat, she felt the material tug against her bust, her belly and her backside. She didn’t touch her bust for too long, a mere brush and a simple thought of babies would be enough to see her top grow damp with a warm white substance. It was her secret source of shame.
Bringing herself outside of her sadness, she looked over. She saw Kenny, the Vietnamese intern she met on rotation. She was his senior, but she respected him greatly. She always felt attracted to him, but too shy to really talk to him. She waved him over.
Kenny changed seats and noticed Lucy’s sadness.
”Lucy, I mightn’t know you well… but… wanna have coffee this afternoon with me?”
Lucy nodded as her mind cleared, “My place is the next stop. Coffee at mine? It’ll be nicer.”
The bus ground to a halt, she grabbed his hand, dragging him from his daydreams. Lovely Lucy. Lovely Lucy, the light of his training.
Trudging up the stairs to her apartment, she flicked the kettle on, instructed Kenny to sit. The swirling crema and sugar nudged her to get changed. She slipped into a black t shirt and a smaller skirt.
Placing the coffee cup down, Kenny brushed his fingers against hers. Electricity. Sliding down next to him, Lucy mentioned that Kenny made her day better. He in return hugged her, instinctively, her cheek rest against his shoulder. Kenny kissed her. Lucy looked up at him. Another leap of faith and a heart flutter. Their lips became entangled.
Lips. Limbs. Lust. Longing personified.
Running his fingers along her ribs, he drew her t-shirt back to reveal her throbbing heart covered in a bustling bust. She grew uneasy as his lips slid around her nipples and she felt the powerful force of his suction. Arching her back so she could see his bare tattooed chest, she quietly explained her hesitation.
Kenny smiled and nodded. He begged her.
Nodding, she felt his long arms fold around her and a massive lump between her legs that craved her. As the sweat dripped down her back, he plunged his face into her chest and he found his sweet treasure, her left nipple. She hungrily panted and reached into his pants.
Without letting go, they now move to lay splay on the lounge room floor. Her legs wrapped around him and at mercy of his manhood and at the mercy of his tongue. She peeled every piece of clothing off them.
He paid due attention to his lovely Lucy, she breathed out sighs of elation. His lips felt the once source of shame and her lips felt him move.
For every move of his lips, hers tightened. The cycle of exquisite excitement drew nearer and nearer to the perfect circle of desire.
Lucy’s gasp was matched by that of Kenny’s as they fell into a moment only they knew. His mouth had felt the power of her chest, as he felt the sweetness of her become more and more. The cycle was complete. As he lay on her in a time that only existed for them, Lucy stroked his dampened hair, “Kenny, you were right.”
”Lucy, I’m yours.” He smiled, licking his lips and brushing them against her still erect right nipple.
Looking down she muttered, “My darling, they’re yours.” –
Girlingingham
2016