Sex Ed… It wasn't dead…. Many, many thanks to JSchmidt3 - Without her help, this story would have just stayed dead...

Comfort

I was getting a little sick of Dave. Actually, I was sick of him being 'sick'. He'd been hit by a nasty cold bug about a week ago and today was the first day that he hadn't been a complete whiny pussy. He'd just gone on and on. "Can you bring me some soup?" "Don't steal all my blankets" "Please stop throwing knives at me…" Bitch, bitch, bitch… He just wouldn't shut up.

I signed and looked over at Dave, wrapped up in a blanket that I hadn't managed to steal on the couch. He'd really been sick and I hadn't been the best friend to him, let alone the best girlfriend. Maybe if I'd just broken down and taken care of him from the start it wouldn't have been so bad. But once I'd started telling him to shut the fuck up about feeling like shit and otherwise refused to be nice, it was hard to reverse course. If I was honest with myself, it wasn't actually his being sick that bothered me. It was that weakness of any kind scared me, be it weakness of body, mind, or health. It reminded me that my time on this Earth wasn't infinite. I wouldn't be remembered forever like the comic book heroes or movie stars that I identified with so strongly. As much as I pretended otherwise when I was out on the streets, I was mortal. I could die, in fact, I would die, eventually anyway. And if I didn't die right away and maybe something bad happened that didn't kill me, maybe I'd end up needing Dave to take care of me. An injury, I mean. It's not like I'd ever get pregnant or anything….

Stop fucking laughing...

I looked over at Dave again any my heart finally melted. This was my man. My guy. If we were really going to be partners forever, then we'd have to be able to depend on each other, in sickness or health. Just like those wedding vow things but I'm way too young to get engaged.

Seriously, stop laughing before I find something dangling off of you and rip it off….

Anyway, now that I had decided to take care of him, I decided to get a little bit creative about it. It had been a long time since we had really had any fun together and I was starting to miss it. Time to get that particular itch scratched. Dave seemed to be getting stronger so he didn't need any nursing care at this point. Maybe there really was some potential for mischief. An amazing thought flew into my head just then and I smiled. It was a Cheshire Cat about to eat Tweety Bird kind of grin, if you don't mind a mixed metaphor. I glanced over to see that Dave had fallen asleep again. I had the opportunity. I had the time. It was time to get to work.

Dave returned to wakefulness slowly. Without opening his eyes, he took a deep breath. I smiled to see that he could finally breathe again. Some of the things I had planned weren't going to work if he couldn't breathe. I shh'd him and gently pulled at the sleeve of his robe. Just as I hoped, he obligingly pulled his arm out of it. I repeated the process with his other arm and he continued to cooperate. He seemed content to just keep his eyes closed until I bumped the container of water that I'd set down on the coffee table. The sound of it sloshing must have cut through his drowsiness. His eyes flew open at that point and I was a little disappointed at the level of fear that I saw in his eyes. "Didn't he trust me?" I wondered. Then I caught a glimpse of one of the holes in the wall from the knives I'd thrown at him yesterday and remembered that sometimes he had good reasons not to.

"Relax." I said. "The doctor is going to take very, very good care of you."

His eyes widened as they focused on the white outfit I'd managed to cobble together. I had a short white skirt without any panties underneath, not that he knew about the panty part yet. Up top, I had the thinnest white shirt that I owned buttoned about a third of the way up. He could clearly see my nipples through the fabric. I'd even drawn a red cross on the pocket of the shirt with a marker. Even though I wanted to be a doctor in this little game, I'd folded some thin white cardstock into something resembling a nurse's hat. It helped to set the mood.

"You mean nurse?" he asked, glancing toward the pan of steaming water I had set down on the coffee table "Nurses are the ones who give sponge baths…" he said noticing the large soft sponge that I had resting in the water.

"Shut up. This is going to be fun but I'm not being a nurse, got it? Just a doctor who's not afraid to get her hands dirty. Got it?" I said, glaring at him. Fucking hell, I'd known that the hat was going to come back to haunt me.

Dave nodded, apparently just happy that I wasn't going to throw something at him. "Got it, Doctor Hit-Girl." He replied, noticing that the nipple opposite the red crossed one was slightly obscured by a homemade nametag. "I'm feeling really, really bad. I'm desperately in need of your attention. In fact, some parts of me are feeling really stiff…" he said suggestively.

I interrupted him quickly. "I'll do the diagnosing, thank you very much. Only one of us is the doctor." I replied. This was my idea, damn it, and I was going to be the one in control. "Let's start by getting you out of these clothes so I can properly examine you." I gently pulled him out of all the clothing that he had left. That left him lying on the couch completely nude. This was kind of different. I'd seen him naked quite a few times but this was the first time I really had the time to examine him. Literally, I thought, glancing down at my doctor outfit. It was a wonderful opportunity to slowly go over every inch and every single muscle. He was shivering slightly, although I wasn't sure whether it was the cold or excitement. Probably a little bit of both. "But before we examine you, let's see about cleaning you up a bit."

I picked up the sponge, squeezed out the excess water, and started running it over his chest. He closed his eyes and just let me rub the soft and only slightly soapy water across his torso. This part was actually for both of us. I figured he'd enjoy the sensations of the warm water and I'd get to enjoy a Dave who wasn't all sweaty and nasty from being sick. Running the sponge over him was strangely exciting. It was definitely more of an experience than I had expected. It gave me more of an opportunity to check out his body, especially the muscles that he'd started to develop from the more intense training that he'd started focusing on now. Previously flimsy arms from when we first met now showed the defined form of someone who had trained to fight, not just to look good. I ran my fingers of my other hand along after the sponge, tracing over the peaks and valleys. The muscles in his legs were light taut cords ready to spring into action. His abs were the most changed from when he'd started though. He really did have that washboard thing going on. And his cock… Oh my goodness was it standing at attention ready to make both of us feel good. I started to get a little bit wet as I realized that this man was all mine. And we were going to take good care of each other tonight.

Finally, I dried him off and started to examine him in earnest. I'd rigged up a fake stethoscope too so I really hammed it up. "Okay, breathe slow and easy." I told him. As soon as he started to comply, I slipped my hand down and wrapped it around his dick. His breathing immediately quickened. "Calm down sir." I said teasingly. "I can't complete your examination if you can't keep yourself under control." Dave tried to relax but he wasn't all that successful. After a bit more of playing around with examining him, I knelt down in front of him. "As best I can tell, the only problem seems to be your penis. It seems to be extremely hard." I reached my hand down and swiped my thumb along the tip of it. A bit of precum coated my finger and I grinned. "In fact, it might even be ready to explode. I think we need to do something about that immediately. Before any harm is done. What I proscribe is a nice long, slow blow job. Now, I'm a doctor and while I know you might have a problem with that…" I was trying hard not to giggle at him frantically shaking his head 'no' reactions. "I'm afraid that I'm going to have to override any objections. So I'm going to fill that prescription for you. Now."

I lowered my head onto his dick and started gently licking the head. Small slow licks. I just let my tongue flick up and down. He groaned and lay back some. Eventually I began to play my tongue up and down his entire length. I gently massaged his balls while I ran kisses up and down his cock. Then, when I knew that he was going to go crazy from all these light feather touches, I took the head of his cock into my mouth.

Dave shifted some as if he was trying to make sure he wouldn't fall off of the couch. But I held his hips in position and kept bobbing up and down. This was a little bit different than the other blowjobs I'd given him. I wasn't exactly trying to get the most amazing reactions out of him. It wasn't about power. It was about making him feel good – as good as I possibly could. And I was doing it because I loved him and that's what you do for people you love. You take care of them.

Dave's hands writhed in the air as I continued to suck him deeper into my mouth. I was still massaging his balls and jacking the base of his cock. I know he wanted to put his hands on me. To touch me. Control me. But I'd previously told him that he was NEVER allowed to touch my head when I was blowing him and I admired the self-control that he was showing. He was being good. But right now was all about him and I wanted him to control the pace this time. I wanted him to guide me so that I got just the right speed and pressure. I didn't want to be one stroke off when he started to cum or otherwise get things slightly wrong. So I did something I'd never even considered before. I reached out my hands and grabbed his. Then I guided them to the sides of my head. I held them in place a moment to make sure he knew it was okay. Then after a little squeeze (and a deep breath for courage) I let go of them.

Normally, I think Dave would have still objected at this point. But I'd really gotten him worked up and I don't think there was a lot of blood left up in his brain to make any rational decisions. It was all down in his dick. I felt his fingers tighten on my head and then he began to set the pace. He didn't try to thrust deeper into my mouth and I was thankful for that. But he did change the angle and pressure as he began to get closer to orgasm. He was just going like a machine at the moment and I have no idea why it was so fucking sexy to know that each thrust was getting him closer and closer to orgasm. As his breathing grew ragged, I knew he was getting ready to cum and I realized that while I might just be able to spit it out after, he was definitely going to cum in my mouth. I mean, if I'd pulled away, he still would have stopped. He wasn't forcing meHe was my Dave and he loved me. But it would have ruined the mood and I had no interest in that happening. So I increased how hard I was sucking on him and was rewarded when he groaned and then kind of yelled. Cum pulsed into my mouth and I just went ahead and swallowed it without focusing on it. I did my best to keep him going as long as possible and milked him of every single drop. In fact, I kept going until he gently pushed me away.

"Does the patient feel better?" I asked him.

"The. Patient. Feels. Amazing." Said Dave, having to pause between each word.

"Excellent." I said. "Now that the patient is doing better, it's time for him to pay his bill."

Dave looked up at me, confused. "Umm…"

I blushed and realized that I hadn't quite said that right. I didn't want money, I mean, this wasn't a hooker fantasy and I'm not sure if I'm every interested in that one. I work with them a little to closely. So I quickly clarified what I meant. "I have something wet and aching that I need you to take care of." I pulled up my short little skirt to show him my pussy. Glancing down when I did it, I noticed how excited I'd become. The wetness I'd been feeling inside had made its way outside to my labia. They were even opening up a little bit. "To pay your bill, you need to suck this little pussy until I can't take it anymore. Are you ready to settle up?"

Dave shocked me. Instead of answering, he just grabbed onto my hips and pulled me on top of him. And then he guided my hips up his body until I was sitting on top of his head. On top of his mouth actually. I'd never even considered him eating me out this way. It was very different to be sitting up instead of lying back on the mattress. He shoved his tongue hard inside of me and began to explore every single inch of my pussy. He never stopped moving. Just when I'd get used to him teasing the opening to my vagina with a hard thrusting tongue, he'd switch to lapping up and down my opening. Every time he got to the top, he'd pause to give my clit a quick little suck. When he finished doing that, he found some other way to lick me that I can't even put into words. I was beyond wet and starting to go crazy. Even though he was constantly moving around and normally that would mean I couldn't, my body kept getting closer and closer to orgasm. Then his hand reached up and he started thrusting first one and then two fingers into my pussy. I wasn't sure how he was even doing it. I mean, I couldn't figure out how he'd gotten his wrist to bend that way. But his probing fingers freed up his tongue to concentrate first on my labia and finally on my clit. He began to suck on it in the same rhythm as his fingers pushed in and out of me. And then he curved his fingers and pressed inside me. It felt like it was just behind where my clit was. It only took a few strokes by his strong fingers there before I started to cum.

I screamed. He had almost screamed when he came but for me, it wasn't almost. I pushed my crotch down onto his head as hard I could. I pressed against his hand. I rode him like he was a bucking bronco and didn't worry one little bit if he could breathe down there. The orgasm finally slowed and I started to climb off of him. But before I could, he grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled me even harder down onto his face. He just wasn't stopping. I was getting closer to hitting orgasm again but needed something to tip me over the falls. My hands had been moving everywhere but when they landed on my see through shirt, I realized I was wearing too many clothes. I ripped the shirt open and then pulled it off. The fabric pulled against my breasts as I got it off and it awoke a different sort of hunger inside of me. Remembering how good it had felt when Dave had played with them before. I felt distinctly naughty touching myself like this, especially in front of Dave. It even gave me some ideas on what to do with him another time. But focusing back on the present, I teased my nipples with a feather touch. Then took my hand and shoved it down toward my pussy. Dave let up for a second as I dipped inside to grab a bit of my own wetness and then I started swirling that around my nipples. That felt even naughtier, especially when I thought about when Dave licking them and tasting my pussy on them. He obviously liked it at the source and I couldn't imagine him not liking it up there too. I even stuck one finger in my own mouth and tasted myself. It tasted like… sex. I can't think of any other words that fit. Then I went back to playing with my breasts and as soon as I got right to the edge of that orgasm again, I pinched them. Rather hard.

That sent me right into orgasm land again. It felt amazing but somehow a little empty. Not bad, orgasms are never bad. It just made me want Dave's cock buried deep inside my sweet little cunt the next time I came. I wanted to feel him inside when I contracted around him. Dave seemed to be getting tired but he was still kneading my ass like it was bread dough. I looked over my shoulder and found that his dick had recovered from my little blowjob. It was hard as can be and kind of waving back and forth as we thrashed along. Dave dug his fingers into my ass again and his little obsession with that part of me gave me an idea for the last treat of the evening. I pulled off of his head, spun myself around 180 degrees, moved down to his waist, and sheathed his dick right inside of my pussy. I was so wet that it slid in without any hesitation. Then I began to ride him like the stallion that he was.

In case you hadn't figured it out, my little spin on the way down to Dave's dick meant that as I rode him, my back was toward his head instead of my front. I quickly realized that this was indeed a marvelous idea on my part. For one thing, his dick was hitting all kinds of places inside of me that it usually couldn't reach. Call it the angle or whatever, it felt fucking amazing. Or like amazing fucking. Or both. The other benefit of this position was the view it gave Dave. He could watch his dick sliding in and out of me. I made sure to lift up a lot and bend forward so he could also see my wet little pussy wrapped around him. It was incredibly intimate. I reached back and grabbed onto his hands. Then I pulled them onto my butt and he again figured out what he was supposed to do. He massaged me, sometimes trailing his hands up as far as my waist, sometimes dropping them down and kind of pulling me open. When he did that, I know he could see even more of my pussy sliding on his cock as well as my presumably cute little asshole. I didn't actually know if it was cute and I had zero plans to ever find out. I'm just going to assume it's cute. But Dave seemed to enjoy the view and I really enjoyed him looking. It was like I was getting to say 'Yes, this is for you. All of me. Every single inch. Touch it. Look at it. Own me like I got to own you when I gave you that sponge bath.

Dave's dick wasn't quite hitting me where I wanted it to. So I spun 180 degrees again, this time while his cock was still in me. That almost ruined things because the unexpected pleasure it caused him almost made him cum. But I got settled again and kept going up and down. I leaned forward and let him lick my nipples. I caught his eyes and could tell that he could taste my pussy on them. So I reached down a finger, rubbed it about in my wetness and spread it across my nipples again. Dave again licked them clean. He looked at me expectantly as I again moved my fingers down onto the front of my slick little pussy. But this time when I pulled them up, I slowly slid them into my mouth. One finger at a time. And sucked my sticky fingers clean.

That was it for Dave. Suddenly he was thrusting and moments later I felt little baby batter bombs exploding against my cervix. His eyes starting up at me with my fingers still in my mouth were so filled with hunger and desire that I started cumming as well. He thrust and thrust. As he started to slow, I could feel drops of him, drops of us really, dripping out of me onto his pelvis. I collapsed forward and began kissing his lips with a passion I hadn't know that I possessed. I also realized that not wanting to take care of him when he had been sick had just been stupid. In life and in bed, it was important to take care of each other. After all, he was mine. I was his. And only as a team did that dynamic work. Actually, I figured those things out later. Because I was so tired from fucking that soon my passionate kisses turned to gentle kisses turned to lazy caresses turned into sleep. The last thing that I thought about before exhaustion claimed me was wondering if I'd end up catching his cold. And if I did, he better bring me soup and he better not steal the fucking blankets. If he did, I might have to nick him with one of my knives. But only a little nick because I loved him too much for more.

Well, unless he did something really atrocious like let us run out of pink marshmallows. As I've said before, a girl has got to have her standards.