TY

Growing up in a small town, most everybody knew everybody body else. Ty had dated several girls and had gone steady with two. He grew up liking women for what they were, not what they could give him. He had kissed a lot of girls and he had touched the special parts as they made out sometimes. The 2nd summer out of high school, Lois Turnbull had even reached into his swimming trunks and touched his throbbing cock, but they were interrupted by a bunch of other friends and Lois lost the mood. Then she went off to the College of the Siskiyous, in Weed and Ty didn’t see her much after that. He had talked about life and sex and families with several of his girlfriends and contrary to the standard locker room banter about fucking this chick or getting a blow job from that chic, Ty Hudson was his own man and he wasn’t driven to get his cock into a girl just to claim bragging rights. He had also seen the broken lives of girls that got pregnant as teenagers that had to drop out of school. Even a few of the guys were forced out of school in his hometown’s version of a shotgun wedding, although most had their parents pay a lot of expenses and a few were actually sent off to military boarding schools.

So sitting on the toilet, that history swirled through his mind, when he thought about the absolute rapture that swept his being when, with his eyes closed at her insistence, he felt her warm wet mouth on his hard cock. Oh yeah, her slippery fingers up his ass felt pretty good too. Why had she done it? Did she secretly love him? Hell, did he secretly love her? Those thoughts vanished as his bowels began to involuntarily unload. Tawny had given him a good enema and he could feel it gurgle high up inside him; he closed his eyes and calmed himself…then the rest of it seem to boil out of him and he felt relief. It was easier to breath and there was a lot less pressure in his abdomen. Thoughts of Tawny crept back into his mind, but then he heard her coming.

Tawny came back in the bathroom and her makeup was a little streaked; she’d been crying again, but she said, “How are you doing; do you still have more to go?” He said, “Ya…maybe but I’m almost done though.” She turned to wash her hands in the sink and she said, “Good…then we’ll both be glad that there won’t be any more bedpans.” “I won’t be sorry if I never see another one for the rest of my life.” Ty said, shaking his head. “And I think that you’ve had your last sponge bath, it’s time we get you into the real thing.” She said, as he started pulling toilet paper off the roll. “Let me help you with that.” She said but he gave her a wry smile and said, “We’re done with bedpans and also we’re done with you wiping my ass for me.” When he was done, he flushed and hauled himself up and stood erect. Even though he still felt pain, it was something not to feel so helpless. When she started drawing a bath, he said, “I would rather have a shower.” But he was surprised by her reaction, as her lip quivered and her voice went up an octave coming out nothing like he was used to her speaking to him, “And what am I supposed to do, Ty, get in the shower with you so I can help you wash?” Her eyes never met his and she just watched the tub slowly fill.

He suddenly had a revelation, thinking back to what his mother had told him when he had a problem with a girlfriend. “Remember son, it’s not always about you. If she had a problem with you, she would more than likely say something. It could very well be that there is something completely unrelated to you. You can try to console her, but don’t pry into what it is that has her upset; she’ll tell you when the time is right.” His dad had told him, listen to her Ty; she’s real good with people.

He looked down at her. She was resting on her thighs with her legs bent and her arms resting on the tub as she stared into it. He knelt down beside her and gently put his arm around her. He felt her resist momentarily but then she relaxed and looked at him, tears welling up, streaming down her cheeks and she buried her head into his chest and began to sob uncontrollably. Ty said nothing; her didn’t stroke her hair, rub her back or anything, he just held her…and held her. After what seemed to him as an eternity, she gradually regained her composure and reached in and turned the water off-it had been running into the overflow for some time.

At 23, even though Tyrone Garth Hudson had never actually had sex with a woman yet, that didn’t mean that he was totally clueless into what made the female of the species tick, so to speak. Ty had actually learned more about women by talking with them and enjoying their company than most guys who concentrated on getting their own needs for sex met. The easiest way to help her through this now was not to wait for her to tell him to get into the bath; she obviously was going to get around to it. He rose up, uneasily, but he got to his feet, pulled off the hospital gown and grabbed a rail by the tub and stepped in and then slowly and carefully let himself lay back in the very warm water; it felt positively luxurious! Ty laid back, looking at her; he extended his left arm to her. Not looking directly at him, she changed her position, putting her back against the outside of the tub; taking his hand with his arm draped around her; holding his hand and tightly squeezing it into her chest in the center between her breasts.

After a long while, she spoke, “The thing is Ty…you couldn’t know this, but I swore I would never fall in love with another man who runs toward the gunfire! And there you are…not even a soldier…and you instinctively ran toward the gunfire. I just can’t go through it again.” She began to sob again and Ty thought back to what his mother had told him; it really wasn’t about him at all. It was about another man. He waited for her sobbing to subside and then he gently whispered to her, “Tell me about him, it might help.” He felt her begin to rub her outside hand over his, which seemed to have a calming effect on both of them; he saw her lift her head up, as if she was staring somewhere far away.

“He was just brought into this ICU when I was new and he was my first patient. He healed quicker than most and he got himself discharged by some special order from somebody in Washington and when I asked who, the hospital administration just said that I didn’t have the need to know. It really pissed me off!” She stopped talking for a while, but he didn’t prod her. After a lull, she went on, “About a week later, I had just gotten home and I was putting groceries away…and I hear the doorbell ring. When I answered the door, he was standing there in a tuxedo like…James Bond or something. He told me that he really liked me and asked if he could ask me out sometime. I just laughed at him and said there’s no time like the present…would you like to come in?” She gave out a big sigh and laughed at herself, “I wanted to take him into my bedroom right then, but I didn’t want him to think I was that easy.” She fell silent again for a few moments until Ty softly urged her, “Go on Tawny.”

She hesitated, then in a softly quivering voice that was loaded with emotion, “I fell for him; it was like falling off of a cliff and never hitting bottom. The thing was that he couldn’t tell me where he was stationed or what he even did and he would tell me every so often that he was going on maneuvers and he would be gone for weeks. When I would see him again and ask about where he’d been or what he’d done, he just said, ‘Tawny, I wish I could tell you…but my missions are classified.’ One time he came back, he was in his full dress uniform that was festooned with combat decorations and he took me to a military ball that was being hosted on an aircraft carrier in Alameda. He was a captain in his army unit and he introduced me to his team. They all had great respect for him and treated him with such deference; I wasn’t sure what to make of it. We danced a lot and every so often one of his team would cut in saying something like, ‘Sorry, Sir, but Lt. Colonel so & so needs a word’, and then I would dance with another handsome man.” Ty interrupted her, “I thought you said he was in in army, Tawny, what was he doing on an aircraft carrier?” She dropped his hand and got up on her knees and rested her arms on the edge of the bathtub and looked at him and said, “You know, I asked him the same thing and he told me that they were all part of a very small elite fraternity…” her voice cracked and her mind seemed to wander as she tried to hold back her tears; her voice fluttering with emotion, she softly said, “That was the last time that I ever saw my handsome captain Jason McKinney alive.”

Ty instinctively rose up, forgetting his pain, and put his arms around her and whispered, “Oh Tawny, I’m so sorry for your loss”. She forgot any proprieties and sunk her face into his chest and had her first real cry over her lost love. He held her tightly to him, as she bawled and wailed; he could feel her tears roll down his chest and over his stomach, mixed with some of her slobber. He held her tight to him until she stopped crying and after many minutes she lifted up her head and gazed into his eyes and kissed him. She broke the kiss after a few seconds and looked at him again, and then she put her hand to the back of his head and brought him to her and kissed him with a passion that surprised him.

Tawny Roberts had calmed down and she felt a real love for this young man who showed such empathy and kindness to her that she felt that she could open up and let out what really bothered her and because of that, she felt much better for it; rational thought was coming back to her and she smiled at him and said, “So you want to be my hero, do you Ty?” He smiled back, softly saying, “I’m here for you, Tawny, even though I can’t do much yet…I will be…when I…” She interrupted him by putting her finger to his lips and said with a sensuous smile, “This is how you can be my hero, my handsome young stud. You can show me how courageous you are by taking your physical therapy with all of your heart. I am going to take over your training and I want you to show me how you can heal yourself. Get well for me Ty and get yourself discharged and back to your life. Then…if you still…if you want to date me…you…you come to me and ask me out…and you better dress like you want me. Don’t you dare come for me in blue jeans and a t-shirt.” Ty grunted, “You got a deal!” Then she softly gazed into his eyes and said, “Ty…you have to let me do my job. We will always have this moment to remember. For the remainder of your stay, however, you’re going to be strong for me…you’re going to be my hero!” Ty Hudson was actually relieved when he understood what his new role was to be. It meant that he was now committed to getting back to the physical specimen that he had been. Finally he said confidently, “I am going to be your hero Tawny.” She smiled back at him, “You already are, Ty, you already are.”

During his actual bath, he casually asked her what had happened to her captain McKinney. She said that she never knew the circumstances, but that she had met his parents when she attended his internment at Arlington National Cemetery. She found out that he was part of a unit called Grey Fox, but that was all she knew, other that he had been awarded the Distinguished Service Cross for the mission before he died in a hospital in Germany, that he had been airlifted into.

DARCY

Darcy Rehnquist walked into the coffee room to fill her cup and was walking out into the hall, when Jerry Dickerson noticed her from behind and hurried around a different set of cubicles to intercept her before she could get back to her office. Jerry had dated her over 2 years ago and, although he had found her very fuckable, she had failed to impress him as the one for him; in fact, she had broken up with him ostensibly because all he wanted her for was to fuck! He still couldn’t see that he’d done anything wrong. But now he was having second thoughts; she had changed and she was not only really put together now, but she carried herself with that feminine confidence that he found irresistible. “Yeah”, he thought, “I want some more of that!” His focus was solely on her and he headed her off in the hallway just before she entered her office. He inserted himself in front of her and stretched his arm out in front of her doorway and braced his hand against the opposite doorjamb with a big smile on his face; his confidence screwed up as high as he could make it, he said, “You are looking too good to get away! I want to take you out to dinner this Friday night and…” She cut him off in mid-sentence, finding his arrogance offensive, “Mr. Dickerson, I strongly suggest that you sign up for and attend the company’s Sexual Harassment course given by our insurance carriers this Friday. It is part of our loss prevention policy and it’s my opinion that you could really benefit from it. Now step aside so I can get back to work and I strongly suggest that you do the same.” His face reddening with increasing embarrassment, he stammered, “You have no authority to order me around! Who do you think you are you smug bitch?” “Mr. Dickerson”, she said calmly and evenly, “You are crossing a line that you may not be able to recover from. Do you understand me?” Jerry Dickerson suddenly became aware that several people were watching and looking directly at him. He thought, “How did this spiral out of control so quickly?” Then he heard her again, “Mr. Dickerson, please go back to work and please sign up for the classes with our insurance carrier. Now STEP AWAY FROM MY OFFICE DOOR!” She finished with the authority of authentic leadership that was not lost on the one of the onlookers in the far back of the dozen people gathered in the hall watching the exchange and how professionally Darcy Rehnquist had just handled a difficult situation. All Jerry Dickerson could do was slink back to his cubicle.

About an hour after Darcy had settled into her morning routine, after the incident with Jerry Dickerson, Dave Bowman knocked on the doorjamb of Darcy’s open door. “Darcy?” “Yes”, she responded. He said, “Hi, I’m Dave Bowman…” Her warm smile welcomed him, “Oh, Mr. Bowman, I am so glad to meet you and, of course, I have heard so much about you. What brings you to the muddy backwaters, so to speak?” His natural charm shimmered though his business-like manner, “I stopped in to chat with Chet Isenberg about some new ideas. We had just finished up and I was walking out when, I couldn’t help noticing how you handled that aggressive guy at your office door. I have to tell you Darcy that I am very impressed with your professionalism. Oh and please call me Dave.” “Well, uh…Dave…uh I really appreciate the compliment. It means a lot to me…I have worked hard to improve…act professionally.” Darcy said, with genuine modesty that was not lost on Bowman. He said, “I’ll be honest, Darcy, I didn’t come to your office just to give you a compliment; I stopped by to offer you a new job; Special Assistant to the President of Powder River technologies, your parent company. What do you say? Are you interested?” That caused her to lean back into her high-backed chair and pause a moment in thought, before asking, “You’re the President of Powder River Technologies aren’t you Dave?” He smiled and said, “That’s right.” She asked, “What would my new role be…Dave?” Bowman went into a little more business-like persona and stated, “I need more than a glorified secretary, I need someone that is a gatekeeper to my personal schedule, someone that has the stones, pardon the expression, to keep people that don’t have an appointment from barging into my office. Especially, I need someone with the skillset to take on special projects and manage teams to get results. From what I understand, Darcy Rehnquist is just the person that I’ve been looking for. Do you think that I am making the right choice, Darcy?” Darcy reasoned, “That all depends on when you want me to start, Dave. I need to clear my desk well enough to allow someone to take my place and that might take three weeks.” Bowman expected as much and said, “I wouldn’t want it any other way Darcy, but I would like you to check in with me weekly and keep me appraised of your progress. Here’s my card and I’ll write my private number on the back. Please call me anytime, especially if you run into any problems. Good luck!” He stuck out his had to her and she raised up from her desk and shook hands with him warmly and said, “Thank you so much for the opportunity, Dave.”

30 minutes later, Chet Isenberg came in with a smile on his face and said, “Well it’s not all over the office yet, so tell me, Darcy, what you said to Dave bowman?” She was obviously happy about a major promotion and she said, “I told him I had to clear my desk, before someone could step into my position with causing a disruption in our business.” Chet bobbed his head up and down excitedly and exclaimed, “You know I told him that’s what you would probably say. Congratulations, Darcy, I couldn’t happier for you and I’m damned proud of you. But I think we both know that you have gone as far as you can in this position and it’s time you got a better opportunity.” Darcy reflected, “It’s been really good working for you Chet, you’re the best, but I won’t be sorry to get away from some…” She trailed off without completing her sentence. Chet said, “I understand and don’t worry about those two meatballs. Dickerson will take the courses that you suggested and I’m going to see to it that Turner attends too; they’re both going to have a hard time with their annual reviews.” Darcy said, “Yeah, Turner hasn’t been as much of a pain in the ass as Dickerson has, but he has his own passive-aggressive agenda that needs managing.”

At lunch time, Darcy went to her favorite delicatessen, ‘The Working Crew’ and went through the salad bar, as usual. As she headed up to pay for her lunch, the San Francisco Examiner caught her eye and she noticed one of the lower headlines for one of the articles, ROUTINE STOP BY CHP NABS 2ND GUNMAN. Curious if this was about HIM, she purchased the paper and sat to with her lunch. Darcy folded the paper so just the article that she wanted to read showed and set it down to read while she ate her lunch. It was about the young man that was shot, Ty Hudson was his name, and he was still in the Stanford Trauma Center undergoing physical therapy. The more she read, the more exited she got. As crazy as it sounded to her, she would try to get in and meet him on her day off. Suddenly, it occurred to her that she was very conservative when she had estimated what is would take to clear her desk of projects underway. Why not take the rest of the day off and…she interrupted her own internal thought with an introspective look into her motivation for wanting to meet him. “What makes you think that he’s going to want you the way you want him. (She squeezed her kegel muscles involuntarily in response to the several times that she had fantasized about his cock up her ass, and her doubts kept coming, perhaps from some deeper self-loathing that she had only just papered over with the “new her”) What makes you think that he’s going to want to be…what makes you think that he wants…She stopped and stared out the window into an unkempt shrub landscape; all of the old doubts were creeping in and there was really no reason for it, was there? Then the revelation hit her. The thing to do was just to meet him and then maybe anything could happen, but the thing was, she realized, that if she ventured nothing, then nothing could be gained. She knew that she had to take the risk! If it turned out that they actually liked one another, then anything might be possible, maybe…even love; that would be a new and exciting experience for her, now wouldn’t it?

She pulled out her cell phone to call Chet, as pangs of guilt ran through her like feathers tickling her lungs until she realized that she had accumulated 120 vacation hours and over 60 hours of comp time! She deserved this and she left a message for Chet that she needed to take the rest of the day off to take care of some urgent personal business. Putting her cell phone back in her purse, she rose up from her table, took her paper and bused her own tray, walked out to her car and then looked at her reflection in the drivers’ side window; she liked what she saw and she also noticed that her nipples were hard and quite visible as they penetrated through her sheer bra and could easily be seen popping through her blouse. Suddenly, aware of the wetness in her pussy, she felt compelled to go home; she would make her calls to inquire about Ty Hudson from there and she might even take care of herself; maybe even as she called. As she opened her door and got in behind the wheel, she noticed a good looking guy in his 40’s smile at her; she vaguely knew him because he was also a regular at her favorite Deli. She gave him a friendly wave and started the engine and drove away, thinking that she was only going to be coming here a few more times. Driving home, she reflected on how horny she had become since that last time that she had actually had sex with a man. It wasn’t that she had found sex that satisfying with her last couple of boyfriends, it was that she had recently discovered aspects of her sexuality that were suppressed for reasons that she had yet to understand. Yes, it was true that being in shape made her feel better. But the enemas…they seemed to be feeling sexier and warmer; she also really liked working out with a clean colon because that made sit ups and squats much easier for her. Of course, the enemas made her orgasms much, much more intense too. (The thought that she may want a new lover to share an enema with her had not crossed her mind yet-her habit had not yet manifested itself as a habit in her own mind; she saw the enema as only an occasional supplement of the many that she employed on her way to better health, even though her use of enemas was actually becoming more frequent than she realized)

Darcy opened her front door and locked it behind her and went into her bedroom to change into something a little more comfortable. As she hung up the components of her ensemble, she felt the freedom of her nudity and liked it. Chuckling to herself, “I think I’ll wear my birthday suit for a while,” she pulled her phone out of her purse and then sat down at her computer. She felt sensuous; this was the first time that she had sat nude in this chair before. The number for the Stanford Trauma Center was easy to find online and she jotted it down on a piece of scratch paper and then took it and her phone over to her bed and she lay on her back, considering what to say when she dialed the number. She punched the number into her phone, but waited before she pressed send. She gently stroked her left index finger through the slippery warm wetness of her pussy and then paused for a moment before she drew her finger up to her nose and took in the vapor of her lovely essence; parroting a line from Shakespeare, she whispered to herself, “A rose would smell as sweet!” Then she licked her finger and thought out loud, “Now what considerate and sexy man wouldn’t like the taste of me?” With the taste of her sweet pussy on her lips and a smile on her face, the very shapely, sensuous vixen Darcy Rehnquist pressed send.

“Stanford Trauma Center”, a cheerful feminine voice answered. Darcy said, “Hi I would like to speak with TY Hudson please.” “Just one moment, please”, the cheerful feminine voice said. Then Darcy heard a MUZAK version of a synthesized theme that she recognized as a variation of the theme from Star Trek Voyager. It wasn’t bad, but she had a very specific goal and she was getting impatient when the MUZAK was suddenly interrupted by a new voice coming over the phone, “Hi this is Nurse Roberts. How can I help you?” Un-phased by the professional timber of Nurse Roberts, Darcy knew that intelligent people valued honesty and she instantly decided to be forthcoming with why she was calling, although a small amount of disappointment crept into her voice. “Nurse Roberts, my name is Darcy Rehnquist and I have been following what happed to Ty in the newspaper. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I would like to meet him…and I have the afternoon off…” Tawny Roberts was moved, but still protective of Ty. Moreover, she naturally had mixed feelings about him because of their recent close encounters. However, she offered, “Tell you what, Darcy, why don’t you come on over here in the next hour and ask for me at the main nursing station. We can get a cup of coffee and chat for a few minutes. How does that sound?” “Thank you, Nurse…” “You can call me Tawny.” She interrupted and Darcy said, “Thanks Tawny, I’ll be there in an hour.”

Quickly switching mental gears to more of a project management mode, Darcy decided to put her work clothes back on, which looked professional, and she wore them very well, got into her car and headed off to cross the San Mateo bridge and on to Palo Alto. Traffic was light and she made the trip in 40 minutes; easily found a parking space and headed to her appointment. She was surprised to see that Tawny Roberts was a smart attractive brunette in her late 20’s, who was warm and friendly, as they both walked to the cafeteria exchanging the basic information of modern female professional introductions. Darcy opted for water to Tawny’s coffee and they sat down in private away from anyone else in the room. In answer to Tawny’s general questions, Darcy put the best spin on why she wanted to meet Ty. She began from a position of honesty, “What really appealed to me, Tawny, was his selfless act even though that was what got him hurt. That still, in my mind anyway, doesn’t detract from his innate character. You must realize how hard it is to find a guy with real character anymore, don’t you?” Tawny Roberts understood completely and she was beginning to like this younger woman; she was now seeing her as no threat to her wanting to guard Ty from a potential stalker and began empathizing with Darcy about how difficult it was to find good men and she responded to Darcy by saying, “Oh I know exactly what you’re talking about girl, I have the same problem.”

In a short time the two women were exchanging humorous anecdotes about problems with some of the men in their lives and each was becoming aware that they were enjoying their company during their short time together. Finally, Tawny looked at her watch and said, “Well Darcy, I need to get back to work. So do you still want meet Ty?” Tawny could see that Darcy was doing some introspection, maybe having second thoughts but then Darcy smiled and said, “You know…if I left now…without meeting him, I know I would be disappointed when I got home.” “Tawny smiled at her and said, “Well we can’t have that now, can we? Let’s go and I’ll be happy to make the introduction and then leave you two to get acquainted.” As the two women walked down the hall side by side, Darcy began to feel excitement and when Tawny glanced at her she could feel Darcy’s excitement and that gave her a warm feeling. When they got to Ty’s room, Tawny asked Darcy to wait outside the door for a moment and Tawny went in to talk with Ty.

Ty was looking at a magazine with little enthusiasm; he was bored out of his mind. In the last couple of weeks that Tawny had been his physical therapist he had worked hard and he was restless to get well enough to get discharged and get back to work. Still, he had good days and bad days, but he guessed he was less than two weeks away from getting out here. Tawny came into the room all aglow with her customary effervescence, “Ty…you have a visitor…a lady would like to get to know you. Shall I show her in?” Ty tossed the magazine cavalierly into a holder some three feet from his reach and it landed so that it seemed to slide in its place, then he cocked his head with a curious look he said, “A lady I have yet to meet, I take it. What do you think Tawny? Is she a looker?” Tawny shook her head slowly in mock amazement, and after issuing a “tisk” said, “I’ll leave you to make that distinction.” She left to go bring Darcy in.

The two women came into his room right up to the edge of his bed with a broad smile emanating from Tawny’s face as she spoke, “Ty Hudson, this is Ms. Darcy Rehnquist.” Ty smiled and put out his hand with a, “Very nice to meet you Darcy, I’m Ty.” Trying to contain her excitement, but not entirely successful, Darcy gushed, “Oh it’s great to finally get to meet you Ty. I have been following your story in the paper since it happened and I have wanted to meet you ever since.” Tawny turned and started walking out saying, “Well…I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.” Darcy called out to her, “Thanks Tawny, it was great to meet you.” Tawny quickly turned with a warm smile and said, “The pleasure was mine Darcy” and then Ty and Darcy were alone for the first time. Darcy became aware that despite all that he had been though, Ty was quite a good looking man with a well-built body that was surprisingly toned. She was in the presence of the best looking man that she had ever had a chance to get to know and this amplified her excitement.

Ty noticed that Darcy had a nice shapely body that was well toned and she looked good in the business skirt ensemble that she was wearing. Ty thought out loud, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you work out regularly. Do you?” All the excitement that she was feeling was starting to make her giddy and, more importantly, she was feeling emboldened. She stooped over and rested her arms on his bed very close to him, looked directly into his eyes and gave him the best vamp that she had, “I work out at least an hour every day, sometimes more. I really like the way it makes me feel, you know?” Ty smiled, taking her in while nodding his head in the affirmative, “Kind of makes you feel like you’re high, doesn’t it?” she heard his low voice resonate in his chest, and as she searched his dreamy eyes, she whispered, “You look like you’re getting better; you don’t look like a man that’s just been shot.” Ty leaned in to flirt with her and teasingly said, “Seen a lot of gunshot wounds have you?” She looked a little shocked, “No…no, I’ve never…” He interrupted her, “Relax, Darcy.” Then he smiled a devilish smile and said, “You wanna see mine?” Like a moth drawn to a flame, her lip curled and she almost issued a challenge, “Yes…show me...I wanna see it.” Ty reached back behind him to unsnap his hospital gown and flinched in pain, because that motion had yet to be incorporated in his physical therapy. “Looks like you’re going to have to do the honors, Darcy, if you actually want to see this”, Ty sort of half groaned. Darcy leaned in very close, within inches of his face and began to slowly unfasten the back of his gown, “Are you always this calm, when strange women undress you?” Darcy asked, curious as to what made him so easy going. Ty chuckled, “I wish I did have more experience with women undressing me, but the truth is that I’ve always really liked girls.” Darcy quit fiddling with the gown snaps and came up face to face with him and trying her best to hold back a guffaw, half blurted out, “Well that’s certainly a step in the right direction!” Ty continued being playful, “No I mean it Darcy, I think I’m actually a lesbian.” Mimicking his recent ‘Seen a lot of gunshots’ tease, she deadpanned, “Eaten a lot of pussy have you?” Ty let out a big grin that almost took her breath away and said, “No, but I sure would like to get a lot of practice.” She let out a nervous laugh, and tried to talk at the same time, “So tell me handsome, if you don’t eat a lot of pussy, what makes you think you’re a lesbian?” He was adamant, “Because I really like girls!” Darcy took a chance and bore in close and vamped, “So do you like to kiss girls?” Instantly, Ty moved with deliberate purpose, gently placing his left arm around her waist and putting his right hand behind her head pulled her to him and kissed her like he really meant it. Darcy swooned and she heard herself give out an involuntary moan; she hadn’t been kissed like that-ever! They held the kiss and they began to exchange tongues and when he finally released her, she stared at him for a moment in fascination before whispering, “Well you certainly have enough practice with that!” She could hear his low voice resonate in his chest again as he softly spoke into her ear, “I just hope you remember what I really need practice on.” She looked at him squarely and said with a sultry gravel in her voice, “Oh, I won’t forget, handsome, don’t you worry…I won’t forget. It is just a little too early to commit to that and I don’t care how good you look, we’re not doing that in your hospital room!”

“I thought as much!” Ty shrugged and then asked, “So you still wanna see my bullet wound?” She caressed his face and said, “I think that I would rather wait to look at the scar as you lay next to me…soon I hope.” Ty grinned, “Now that’s something to look forward to.” She grinned back, “Never let it be said I’m not motivational to your physical therapy goals; that’s what I always say!” He suddenly got quiet and just looked at her, as though he was really seeing her for the first time. He spoke casually, as if he was just thinking out loud, “You’re different…not like any girls I have ever known.” She teased him again by deadpanning, “Seen a lot of female executive project managers, have you handsome?” That surprised him and he said, “Wow, you’re so young…how…” She smiled and said casually, “You can learn this stuff in college and if you’re lucky you can learn a lot more on the job…and Ty, believe when I tell you that I have worked very hard and I’ve also been in the right places at just the right times.” Ty just looked at her again and she felt like he was admiring her and she liked it and let him take her in his eyes. Perhaps he was fantasizing about her. He spoke, “What makes you interested in me Darcy? I’m still learning on the job and it will be a while before I can make any real money; probably 3 years before I can sit for my contractors’ license.” A thought instantly ran through the mind of Darcy Rehnquist: It’s not always about you! Empathy for this guy was easy for her and with confidence in herself, it was easy for her to sooth, “You know Ty, I’ve known a lot of shmucks and I find that a man with real character, that is not only humble and disarmingly charming, but is smart and has a sense of humor is very rare, very rare indeed. I am glad that you are also ambitious, that’s a good thing. Those qualities in a man are very valuable to me and that is what I am interested in you…Mr. Ty Hudson…what do you think about that?” A Nurses’ Aid came in with Ty’s dinner and adjusted the table on his bed and set it down-a stainless steel cover on it to keep it warm. She said “Call me when you’re done Ty.” Smiled at Darcy and walked out. Ty smiled at Darcy and asked, “You figured all that out just since you’ve been here?” “No, I figured all that out from reading about you in the paper. I just confirmed my hypothesis from meeting you this afternoon.” Darcy admitted. Then she said, “I am pleasantly surprised. I really like you Ty. I need to get going…but I’d like to visit again. How does that sound?” Ty’s mouth dropped open and then he laughed, “God, Darcy, did you think there was any chance of me saying no; don’t come back? Hell yes I want you to come back to visit!” Darcy leaned in and kissed him and then she straightened up and said, “Enthusiasm is nice. I hope to see you soon Ty.” “I am so glad I met you Darcy…you’re a breath of fresh air.” And with that she walked out of the hospital, found her car in the parking lot, and drove home. Back in the east bay, Darcy was still thinking about her flirtatious encounter with the startlingly handsome Ty Hudson. She was full of sexual tension and she considered going on home and taking care of her itch, but she decided that the prudent thing to do was to go get her workout. Not wanting to take a chance of showing off her sexual scent in the locker room, she opted to go home and change into her exercise clothes, go to the gym and then come home to shower.

At the gym, Darcy’s normal routine was to stretch all of her leg and back muscles out for 15 minutes, then mount an elliptical for at least 30 minutes of hard leg and arm workout. She followed this with strength training with free weights, from various positions. These varied, but almost always included lunge-squats, sit-ups, and sometimes bear-crawls, which she was doing right now. With a 10 pound dumbbell in each hand, she got down into the plank position and then pulled in her left leg, keeping her right leg extended and did a push-up; then pushing with her left leg, bringing her left arm, along with the dumbbell, up into her side and moving her extended her right arm forward, she did another push-up. Moving in this manner, Darcy worked her way some 120 feet all the way across the gym floor, completely oblivious to all of the men and women watching her in fascination. She exhibited excellent style and she looked hot! When she got to her destination and stood up to rest, she became aware of the attention that she had drawn. Too embarrassed to simply walk back to the weight room to put the dumbbells back in the rack, she decided to bear-crawl the return trip. With still 30 feet to go, Darcy felt like she might throw-up, but she gutted it out and finally got back to where she started. That was it! She was totally spent! With the dumbbells back in the rack, Darcy headed for the exit. Another hard working acquaintance, Jenny Long, called out behind her, “Hey Darcy!” Darcy turned around and said, “Hey Jenny, what’s up?” Jenny moved in close and whispered, “You know you could be going home with any guy that you wanted in this gym tonight, don’t you?” Darcy grinned at her, “Maybe I want somebody that’s not in this gym.” Jenny laughed and said, “Hey that was the hottest workout I’ve seen in a long time; if I wasn’t straight, I’d wanna go home with you! You have a good night Darcy-catch you later.” Darcy smiled and said, “Thanks Jenny. See you around.”

After a long hot shower, Darcy lay in her bed in the dark, thinking about Ty Hudson; having Ty Hudson lick her pussy to orgasm; her sucking on Ty Hudson’s cock; feeling Ty Hudson’s cock in her pussy. She went to sleep thinking about Ty Hudson. Then sometime during the night, during a time of heavy endorphin induced deep rapid eye movement, she had a particularly salacious dream that seemed all too real. It was in color and it seemed three-dimensional: Ty Hudson was giving her a slow hot enema as he deep licked her pussy and sucked on her clit; she orgasmed twice as she squeezed the hot enema deep up inside her. She was embarrassed because he was at her side when she was on the toilet, rubbing her abdomen, fingering her pussy and kissing her while she expelled. She was again embarrassed, when he cleaned her out rectum in the shower with a directed shower spray and a very soapy finger. Lying on her back, she swooned as his cock entered her pussy and she put up her legs and wrapped them around his back, as he lubricated her ass with two fingers and this just seemed to never end. In a moment of lucidity, she tried to instruct him how to put his cock in her ass but he didn’t respond…it was like he never heard her…and the dream stalled and then popped into nothingness…Darcy heard the alarm go off, as she was jolted awake. She turned on the lamp on the night stand, shut off the alarm and just laid there thinking about her dream and wondering why it never completed.

Looking at herself in the mirror as she was getting ready for work, she thought…hmm…maybe it’s because I’ve never actually been fucked in my ass before…so how could it seem real to me?...Then she thought…well, I’ve never had a man give me an enema either…but that part seemed pretty real…dreams are so weird!…She resolved to find out more about the subject of anal sex when she got home that evening by researching the subject on the internet. But first, there was work. Darcy Rehnquist took on her professional persona and left to manage her professional life, as well as that of others for another day at work!