- When I Was A Kid -
Straight Male / 55
My Nurse
When I was 14, almost 15, I attempted suicide. I’d been dumped by my first girlfriend, even though looking at pictures I was a good looking lad I thought I was ugly and fat.
After the overdose I was in hospital for a week. The first couple of days to recover from the overdose and then for psychiatric assessment.
There was a young nurse called Yvonne on the ward. I think she was in her early 20s. She was brilliant with me, kept on telling me how good looking and lovely I was and any girl would be lucky to have me. I was totally smitten with Yvonne. We became very close during that week. I told her about being dumped and that I’d only ever kissed one girl and all my friends had kissed loads of girls and got the second base. She laughed and asked what second base was, I told her anything above the waist.
On the last night I couldn’t sleep, I think taking a load of my mother’s sleeping tablets had buggered up my sleep. Yvonne was on night duty and there was only me on the ward that night. We stayed up talking pretty much all night. I thought her a beauty, but she said she’d not had a boyfriend for over a year. At one point she just kissed me. I was shocked and she begged me not to tell anybody. Then I kissed her back. She had to go, and call on another ward for an hour but when she got back we kissed for ages. She told me I could go to second base. From one of the darkest points I can remember, within a week, I was kissing this goddess and feeling her breasts.
She again begged me not to tell anybody, as she would be sacked. I said I would never betray her, she had in many ways saved my life.
I’m bow an old man but I still think about that night as a young almost 15 year old. The smell of the ward, the taste of Yvonne’s lips, her perfume and my hand feeling their first pair of breasts. She helped turn my life around. God bless the NHS!
After the overdose I was in hospital for a week. The first couple of days to recover from the overdose and then for psychiatric assessment.
There was a young nurse called Yvonne on the ward. I think she was in her early 20s. She was brilliant with me, kept on telling me how good looking and lovely I was and any girl would be lucky to have me. I was totally smitten with Yvonne. We became very close during that week. I told her about being dumped and that I’d only ever kissed one girl and all my friends had kissed loads of girls and got the second base. She laughed and asked what second base was, I told her anything above the waist.
On the last night I couldn’t sleep, I think taking a load of my mother’s sleeping tablets had buggered up my sleep. Yvonne was on night duty and there was only me on the ward that night. We stayed up talking pretty much all night. I thought her a beauty, but she said she’d not had a boyfriend for over a year. At one point she just kissed me. I was shocked and she begged me not to tell anybody. Then I kissed her back. She had to go, and call on another ward for an hour but when she got back we kissed for ages. She told me I could go to second base. From one of the darkest points I can remember, within a week, I was kissing this goddess and feeling her breasts.
She again begged me not to tell anybody, as she would be sacked. I said I would never betray her, she had in many ways saved my life.
I’m bow an old man but I still think about that night as a young almost 15 year old. The smell of the ward, the taste of Yvonne’s lips, her perfume and my hand feeling their first pair of breasts. She helped turn my life around. God bless the NHS!
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