That night there were a couple of good movies on television, but I knew I was going to have a tough time getting to sleep. I kept thinking about how long I might be out of action. If I were out of action another two weeks, Vakos would be ready, but that wasn't too bad. It would mean we'd start about dead even for the first-string quarterback slot. I knew I had a stronger arm and more experience, but I had to be right on because they were building this kid. He needed at least three more years experience and even then he wouldn't really be seasoned. You needed about seven years quarterbacking in the pros to really be sharp and old warrior. Unless you were Namath. But how many Namaths are there with a wrist snap like this? I knew they wouldn't give me a sleeping pill, not with an alleged head injury, but things turned out better than I thought they would. I fell asleep watching the ten o'clock news. The trouble was I woke an hour later. The television was still on, showing some western. I felt nervous and started worrying about football and how soon I would get back to the team. In the night the worry seemed worse than it should be, but I couldn't turn my thoughts off; the worry got worse until I was sore at myself for being such a damn fool to worry this hard, but it was always like that waking in the middle of the night before a game, which is why I always take a sleeping pill the night before a big game. So do most of the other players except when we were using those big sloppy, fat guards in the old days. Those lard buckets never worried about any game. Hell, they didn't have to move laterally in those days. Anyway, I could not sleep. I was lying there wide awake when the door opened softly and shut just as softly. It was dark in the room and I wondered if it was Miss Cassidy who had come to take my temperature. I couldn't see her in the dark, but I could hear her and she sat down on the edge of the bed and touched my leg.
"I couldn't get to, sleep thinking about you," Mary Beth said.
"How did you get in?"
"Waited until the nurse left the hall station."
I felt her hand go under the sheet and move up my leg.
"God, you get me so hot," she said.
"Don't say anything," I said. "The hall has ears."
I couldn't move. I wondered what the hell I was getting into with this hot-boxed chick. What the hell was I going to do with her once I got out of the hospital? Very handy now. But later I might have her on my hands. No thanks.
"You're going to do it this time," she said.
"No harm in trying."
"I'm going to really milk you."
She drew back the sheets. I felt her hovering over me.in the darkness. Why couldn't I come with her? It had never happened before. But I was empty of answers. She put her hand on my balls. No response. Maybe I was all washed up physically and emotionally. Dead, but not buried. She cupped my scrotum, but my dick was utterly limp. Her hand felt remote, far away, yet she held my balls.
I looked up in the darkness at the ceiling.
"Why?" she said and stroked my cock again. "Is it me?"
"It's me," I told her. "I don't know why."
"Doesn't it scare you?"
I didn't answer. Scallen, are you a eunuch? Did I have some internal injury they hadn't told me about? My nuts weren't sore, so I hadn't been kicked there.
I wondered then for a fraction of a second why I was thinking Joan Cassidy while Mary Beth had her hands on my balls. What was behind it? Why didn't I really want to fuck Mary Beth? Of course, I couldn't right now, but why couldn't I seem to care less that she wanted to blow me? I couldn't answer the problem, and then all of a sudden Mary Beth ducked her head and took my cock into her mouth. It was so soft it bent against her lips.
She moaned and closed her mouth and I felt my cock growing in her mouth, though a part of me seemed to resist that growth, as if it were against my will.
Aaaah, it was good now, really good. My cock was really coming to her. Her teeth raked beautifully along the flange of the head. My body shivered. Then, without losing my cock in her mouth, she moved and lay between my legs and began to make some real love.
She was really down on it. And it felt great suddenly. I could hardly bear it. She sucked with power I had never felt before. She really knew how to get the job done. I could see her head going up and down, and then I felt her tongue rasping along the flange of the swollen head. My flesh bucked and quivered with delight. I felt my backbone melting. She sucked and kissed and rasped that tender cock.
Suddenly and completely unexpectedly, I felt my body convulse and thrash. I spurted into her mouth. I came and came and came. I thought my cock was going to fall off. Her lips went on and on, smacking on it, milking every last drop. Back and forth her lips lashed my cock. It quivered! Vibrated! Tingle after tingle of electric shock shot through my melting spine.
I cried out with release. She moaned and went on taking it all in with her clamped lips. Her lips tickled off every little trickle of come. Charge after charge flashed through my cock. I wanted to clutch her hair but I couldn't sit up without pain.
She lifted her head and the shaft fell down, limp, completely milked. She scurried into the bathroom and came out quickly. She sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You were like cherry," she said.
"I felt like it."
"We'll wait and do it again."
Footsteps came along the hall.
"Get under the bed," I whispered.
The door opened and footsteps came quietly across the room, but the light did not go on. I pretended to sleep. I peeked from under one half-open eyelid. A nurse stood over me. I could see the white uniform. I wondered if it were Cassidy. It was too dark to see her face. I waited for the light to go on and the thermometer in my mouth. A hand shook my wrist. I faked a sleepy murmur. The hand shook my arm.
"Whaa -" I said sleepily.
"Are you awake?" said Miss Cassidy.
"Yes, yes, what is it?"
"I was just checking. I'm supposed to wake you every two hours."
"Mission accomplished."
"Goodnight," she said and went out.
Mary Beth waited for the door to close, then came out from under the bed.
"She trying to make out or something?"
"Nothing like that."
"She better not."
"Oh? This isn't exclusive property," I said.
We waited awhile and then Mary Beth tried to get me up again, but it was strictly no go. I felt a kind of nothingness again.
"Oh, honey," she said. "What's the trouble?"
"You better go."
She lifted her head from between my legs and rested the side of her face on my thigh.
"Oh, I do love him and you," she said. "Do you love me at all?"
"That was a terrific blowjob."
"Not that," she said.
"Don't get complicated."
"I've never been in love with anybody, Matt."
"You're sweet," I told her. With some broads they thought you meant you loved them. Maybe "sweet" would hold her. What the hell was I getting into with this chick?
"It was good. Wasn't it? You never had a better blowjob, did you?"
"No."
"I'll do anything for you, Matt."
Oh, no, I thought, and finally got her to leave about fifteen minutes later. I started worrying again about Vakos and my job and my head and I had a hell of a time falling asleep. But I finally made it without knowing I had fallen asleep.