Alan's Thoughts Ch. 07

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Alan is hospitalized, recovers with help from a fiery nurse.
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Part 8 of the 12 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 09/18/2016
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At first, Alan could only float.

It was an eerie feeling. It was like he was swimming, but there was no pressure of water around him, nothing muffling his ears, nothing impeding his breathing.

That was the first sound he could pick out: the slow rush of his breath, in and out. Then his heartbeat: steady, strong-he took that as a good sign. Then other sounds: a steady beeping in time with his heart, the distant hum of an air conditioner, and people moving, their clothes rustling and steps on floor with no carpet.

He could feel, too. He was wrapped tightly, especially his head-it felt like a wad was tied around his skull. He also felt an ache in his arms, and the angry mutter of bruises. Actually, a lot of bruises, especially on his back and legs. But they were sort of distant and dulled, like he was dreaming them.

Alan tried opening his eyes. But they wouldn't open. In fact, no part of him would move-not his nose, his legs, or even his fingertips. He felt a surge of panic-he pushed harder, trying to get his body, any part of his body, to shift just a little. All this did was bring a sudden, scarlet headache blooming in his skull.

He stopped, and the pain subsided. Then he pushed again, harder. His head lit up like it was on fire, or dipped in boiling oil. He recoiled, and stopped right away. His head felt like it smoldered for a while, but the painful embers gradually died down.

It was dark. But Alan's mind was still awake. He was acutely aware, even if the feeling of his body seemed a little dimmer than usual. The sound of his breathing did not change in any way, but somehow, he took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

Alan tried something again, but this time, with just his powers. It was sort of like when he was Direct Inputting someone, but it didn't have a target. Or maybe he was the target. He was just trying to... pull something. Or push. Reach out in some odd way.

This also made the crown of his head ache, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had felt just now. He focused on that ache, pushing from there, moving something unseen.

Then there was a sudden... shifting feeling is all he could describe it as. The darkness of his closed eyes suddenly began to brighten. It was less like his eyelids were opening, and more like someone had started to slowly bring up the lights of a very dark area.

After a few moments, the actual room brightened into focus. White floor and walls, tiny bathroom/shower to one side, a large window, a couple of chairs with pastel upholstery, and cupboards behind the bed. The bed was...

He turned, and froze, looking at the bed. He was still in it. Alan stared at his own face, wrapped in bandages around his forehead.

"Holy shit," he said, jerking away. Or at least, moving away slightly. But not far. He stared at his face, then leaned closer to look at it. He tried to reach out with a hand, but oddly, he had nothing to reach out with. He looked down at what should be himself, but there was nothing. Just his body, sleeping sedately in the bed below him.

"I'm... having an out of body experience," he said finally. "Only, I don't seem to be too far out. Like, I don't see spirit hands and arms and such. In fact, I'm really not sure what I'm talking with."

He frowned (or at least, he felt like he did-his face in bed was as placid as ever) and looked himself over. He had an IV in, and was wrapped and bandaged various places on his body. He was relieved to see he wasn't in any sort of neck brace, but his left arm was in a cast from his hand to just below his elbow.

"Why..." Alan started, but then it clicked. "Oh, right. I was in a car accident."

He tried to recall the details of what had happened, but it was still murky at the moment. He recalled such things often came back to you some time after.

He was about to look over his wounds further when he heard footsteps, and turned toward the sound. After a moment, a nurse in blue scrubs entered, a tablet under one arm. Alan couldn't help but stare.

She was a redhead-real, natural red that went in smooth waves to her mid-shoulders. Her skin was pale, with a scattering of tiny freckles, and she had high cheekbones that framed dark green eyes, and a long, narrow face with a slightly pointed chin. She was slim and a bit over average height, and her chest... Alan was about to look away, but suddenly he realized that there was no way she could see him staring. So he got closer to take them in.

They seemed good sized, but honestly, it was hard to tell through the square-shaped scrubs. But when she paused to check her tablet, and turned to read his vitals, she bent slightly, and he got a great view of her ass. It was easily her best feature so far-well curved, toned, a great shape.

"Wow," he said. "It actually exists. The mythical hot nurse."

She turned back, and started looking at his face, checking his eyes, and the bandages. Vaguely, he could feel the softness of her hands on him. He spotted her badge-Anna Scott.

"Anna," he said, "you have got a great ass. If your scrubs weren't so unflattering, I might be able to tell what else you've got."

If she heard him, she gave no indication. She merely looked at him with a steady frown for a moment, and then tapped several things into her tablet. As she bent over it, a single lock of hair slid in her way, and with an absent gesture, she pulled it back behind her ear. When she did, Alan spotted it-her wedding ring.

He let out a big sigh, and settled back. "Ah well," he muttered. "You're great eye candy anyway, Anna. If your body is half as hot as it seems to be inside those clothes, I'd fuck you in a burning hot minute, but I've made it my policy to avoid women with husbands. Maybe there is a moral reason to it, but if I'm honest, it's mostly because husbands of hot women usually own guns."

Anna didn't answer, of course. But after tapping a few more things into her tablet, she did pause to look at him. She looked at his face for a while, but then her eyes traveled down his body. If he could have, Alan would have tilted his head.

"What are you doing, Anna?" he asked.

The question seemed to shake her. Or at least, she suddenly shook herself, tucked the tablet under her arm, and started toward the door. Alan watched her ass as she left, enjoying the view as he felt a slight stirring in his pants. Funny how he could still feel *that* clearly.

But then Anna stopped. She stood there, right in the doorway, and then turned to look back at Alan. Her expression was unreadable, but she looked a little flushed. She turned away again, taking a step, but stopped again. Suddenly, she took a quick look up and down the hallway outside, and stepping back into the room, she quietly closed the door.

"Um... Anna, I don't mean to sound accusatory," Alan said as she quickly approached the bed, face intent, "but you seem super sketch right now. And is it just me-it seems like it is-or are all my thoughts sounding out loud? Is this a side effect of semi-disembodiment? Is that even a thing?"

Alan might as well have been talking to a wall. Anna bent over him, her face close to his, placing her hand on his chest. It gave him a good view of her cleavage where the scrub top fell forward. It was pretty substantial.

"Well, I guess that answers that question," he said.

Anna's hand squeezed his chest, running her fingers over the muscle of the pecs, then slid down to his stomach, then just over his pelvis. She paused there a moment, her breathing picking up and the pale skin of her face reddening. Alan felt his heartbeat start to pound: the heart monitor picked up just a touch.

Then Anna slid her hand down over his crotch. She cupped his package a moment, moving his balls in her fingers, and then started to slide her finger tips over the length of his shaft. Alan's cock immediately responded by lengthening out a little.

"Holy shit," Alan said. "I'm pretty sure I didn't Influence you to do that. Not to mention it's probably against your hospital's code of ethics."

Anna continued to play with his junk, feeling it through the fabric. She took another glance at the door, and then back to the bulge in the hospital gown. Then she yanked it down, revealing his cleanly shaved cock.

Alan had to admit, from this outside angle, that it was never the kind of meat that made women swoon. But the way Anna grabbed it, closed her eyes and licked it with from the ball sack, up the shaft, all the way to the tip, was almost reverent.

"Oh wow, that's-wait, Anna," Alan said pointlessly, "it's not that I don't appreciate the attention, but if someone walks in, your job might be-oh, fuck!"

Anna had stuffed his cock in her mouth. She was now bobbing her head up and down, vigorously working his shaft with her hand, pausing only to spit a wad of saliva and work it over his length. Even though the feeling was duller than usual, it didn't take long for the stimulation to get Alan fully hard, his cock sticking straight out.

She worked him for a few more strokes, and then paused. Her mouth slowly came off of his cock with a pop, her hair framing her face in a red wave. She stared at it a long moment, face even redder, her mouth open. She licked her lips. Then she pushed the rail of the hospital bed down until it was flush to the side, and grabbing his gown at the shoulder and hip, she pulled him to the edge.

"Er, Anna... now, I know what you're thinking of doing," Alan said. "But seriously, you need to start thinking about your job, and maybe the moral implications of-oh shit, that's a hot ass."

Anna had abruptly turned, undid the tie of her scrub bottoms, and yanked them down with her panties to just below her knees in one quick jerk. Her pale ass bent as she leaned out it over the bed. She reached behind her, and grabbing Alan's dick, lined the tip up with her pink, visibly wet pussy lips.

"Hey," Alan said, "don't-"

Then, sitting side-saddle, Anna sank down onto Alan, engulfing him all the way to the base of his cock.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, barely above a whisper.

"Oh, fuck!" Alan said, as loud as he wanted. "Shit, you're way tighter than I expected. Has it been a while? Not getting enough attention at home? Is your husband just small?

Her thigh muscles tensed, and her ass rose until only his tip barely stayed inside her, and then she slid smoothly down again for another harshly whispered "Fuck!". She glanced at the door again, and expression firming, she put both hands beneath her, and started to slap her pussy down onto Alan's cock. At first it was steady, but then the slapping sound of her side-saddle ride grew louder, wetter, punctuated by the gasps and muffled moans made through a tightly closed mouth.

After one bounce, she squeezed her ass hard against Alan, grinding on his pole in slow circles.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," she growled, head thrown back and eyes closed. "So good..."

Anna pulled up her scrub top, and moved her white bra up with a yank that sent her tits bouncing out. They were substantial, C cup or better Alan guessed, lightly freckled, and her areola were bright pink. She reached with one hand, playing with her nipples, pinching hard and pulling.

Then she put her hands on Alan's chest and hip, breathing fast with an open mouth, and went back to slamming her cunt onto his cock.

"Fuck," Alan said, wincing. "Not so hard, you're smashing my balls! OW! Hey, that's harder! Stop!"

She didn't hear him. She just kept rising higher and higher, pounding down harder and harder. He was starting to bruise for sure. Thankfully, after a few more strokes, he slipped out, and she nearly fell off, losing her balance.

But Anna let out an angry growl, and abruptly stood. She glared at Alan a moment, face furious, and then yanked off her top the rest of the way. She hurled it to the ground. The scrub bottoms followed, with force. Her full naked body was nicely curved and long, and her skin was pale where it hadn't reddened like her face. Her pussy had an angry red strip of pubic hair.

Anna pushed him back to the center of the bed, and almost ripped the sheets and covers off of his lower half so he was totally exposed. Then, with her shoes still on, she vaulted on top of it so she was standing over him.

Anna bent down, and grabbing Alan behind the knees, pulled his legs up so he was bent almost double-she actually had pretty powerful looking shoulders, he suddenly realized, probably from moving patients all the time. Then she pinned his legs down with hers, and reaching down, yanked his cock forward so it lined up with her pussy.

Then she leaned over him, and slammed his cock inside her.

Almost immediately, she began to ride him with abandon, twerking her hips so her hot hole sucked at him, up and down as fast as she could manage.

"Oh my god," Alan said as she rode him hard. "She's totally fucking me. She's... basically raping me. And I'm not even Influencing her... am I?"

He didn't think he had. But why else would this hot, married nurse use him like a glorified dildo? At work, fucking him like crazy, even now growling, "Fuck fuck fuck yes so deep fuck you fuuuuck!" in a voice that was now well above a whisper.

He wasn't sure. But what he was sure of is that even though the sensation was more dulled than usual, that his balls were beginning to tighten.

"I'm gonna cum! Get off!" he shouted uselessly at her. "Unless you're on the pill or something, I'm about to- oh fuck!"

"Fuck yess!" Anna snarled, her sweat dripping down on him, back suddenly arching as her eyes went wide. "Oh, fuuuuuuuck!"

Alan shot inside her as she rode, vibrating as her fingernails dug deeply into his shoulders. She pounded every last ounce out of him, face a mask of strain and pleasure. Then her body suddenly loosened up, and she fell forward on him, breath fast and ragged.

Anna looked down where Alan's cock was still buried deep inside her, and then suddenly pulled off of him. His spunk immediately started to leak out of her.

"Oh, shit!" She jumped off of him as quickly as she could, getting off the bed and looking around wildly. Then she spotted the tissues to one side, and grabbing several, started to squeeze her pussy together hard, jumping up and down to wipe as much of his jizz as she could.

"Hey, I tried to warn you," Alan said. "You have no one to blame buy yourself.." He paused. "Aaand possibly me. Because I might be Influencing you. Hell if I can tell, like this." Alan performed a mental shrug. "Well, you sure looked like you enjoyed it, anyway."

"Fuck," she muttered furiously. "I hate morning after pills." She glared at Alan a moment, and then punched him in the leg.

"Ow! That was right on the nerve, you bitch! I definitely didn't Influence you to do that. And how is it this still hasn't woken me up?"

Just like everything else, she didn't hear. After one last furious glance, she was quickly pulling on her panties and bra, and then hopping into her pants, nearly losing her balance. Finally, she pulled on her scrub top, tugging it quickly in place. She huffed a moment, pulling her hair back behind her ears, and snatched up the iPad where she'd left it on the bed. She started for the door.

"Hey!" Alan protested. "Don't you think you're forgetting something?"

His lower half was still hanging out, buck naked, his dick still semi-hard and a pool of their fluids dampening the skin around his groin. Anna paused, looking back at him. She rolled her eyes, and then quickly marched over, re-centered him in the bed, pulled his hospital gown down and his sheets up. Then she turned on her heel and swept out.

Alan stared after her for a long moment. "Well. That was a hell of a thing."

***

After an hour staring at nothing, Alan managed to pull himself back inside. The sensation was sort of like sucking in your stomach, only it was everywhere. His eyes still wouldn't open when he did, but he decided some sleep would be good anyway.

The next thing he knew, his eyes had blinked open. He squinted at the glaring light. Suddenly the aches and bruising rushed in on him, and he groaned. He was sure it could have been worse (likely they had him on something) but that didn't mean it was great.

"Well, looks like you finally woke up," someone said. "About damn time."

He blinked, and squinting, turned his aching neck toward the sound. Sarah stood out of the chair she'd been sitting in in the corner, and walked over to the bed. She was wearing jeans, a leather jacket, and a smooth white shirt that hugged her nicely, dipping just a bit into her cleavage. Her hair was up, and as she put her elbows on the edge of the bed, a lock of it escaped and fell across her cheek.

"You look amazing," he said, blinking owlishly at her.

She frowned tilting. "Why, thank you. You've looked better, but I've definitely seen worse."

Alan looked down at himself. "I don't think I'm missing anything. Left arm is in a cast. Other than that, just ache."

She nodded. "I imagine the nurse will be back to give you details, but I heard your arm is the only fracture, and it's not bad. Mostly you just smacked around in the car. Hit your head, I'm sure."

Alan nodded, and winced. "Feels like it."

"So... do you remember what happened?"

Alan frowned. "Well, I remember starting to drive. I had just come from this, uh..."

He hesitated. Sarah smirked. "Oh, I have a guess. A couple of fine ladies were here earlier, asking after you. In fact, a line of them, you lucky bastard." She tilted her head. "But surprisingly, I haven't seen anyone related to you show up."

Alan shrugged. "My parents are in Bora Bora. I have a half brother, but we're not close. Big age gap."

"I see. Well, I brought some clothes for you in case you don't have someone to run home for more." She nodded to a brown bag next to the bed. "Your last ones were probably cut off of you. Don't think your car made it, either, and I've got work after this, so you'd better get a taxi or call up a sugar momma."

"I'm sure a taxi will be fine." He frowned. "Wait... you mean you've been here this whole time?"

She shrugged. "Just a couple hours. You didn't reply to a couple of my texts, and you weren't at home, so I just tracked your GPS in your phone-"

"You WHAT?"

"-and it led me to your car. I got the most of the story by having a chat with the trooper who was there." She gave him a steady look. "So, what happened after you started to drive?"

Alan frowned at her a moment, but it hurt to glare, so he leaned back. "Let's see. I recall starting off down the road. It was early morning, and the road was clear. I wanted to get back quickly in case a package I was expecting came. So I left the girls early, drove... not very long. Had to have been only five minutes."

She nodded. "Your car was found about five miles away from the threesome pad your amature porn star friend rented. Classy place, by the way. Good sex, too?"

Alan's mouth twitched. "Uh, anyway, I was driving along, and then..." He reached for it. "Then someone was passing me, and... and they hit me! I remember their lights blinding me, and the crunching sound."

Sarah was nodding grimly. "That's what I was thinking. Your blood alcohol level was pretty low, and your blood tests came back negative for anything significant. Plus, the trooper said there was a suspicious impact on the back of your car, and the screech marks line up with you being forced off the road." She paused. "Someone took a swing at you, kid."

Alan frowned. "But who? Why?"

Sarah shrugged. "Several possibilities. Guy like you makes enemies. Has anyone else found out about your... talent?"

He shook his head. "I don't think so."

"Put your dick anyplace you shouldn't have?"

Alan sighed. "I only hook up with single people."

"Angry former boyfriends?"

Alan opened his mouth to say no, but stopped. "Actually... I did have a run in with one. Raina's old boyfriend, he tried to start a fight at work."

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