Hot Bodies Boxed Set: The Complete Vital Signs Erotic Romance Trilogy

by Hughes, Jill Elaine

  And in a way, she had.

  The blue-eyed boy-toy who’d let her in handed her an ice-cold beer. “So what’s your name?” he asked. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

  “I’m Shirley,” she replied, extended her hand, which the blue-eyed boy-toy bent over and kissed like a true Southern gentleman. “And I’m a graduate of this fine university. I was just passing through Chapel Hill and thought I’d drop in and see some friends of mine here at Sigma Nu. I’m ahhh—an old friend of the chapter.”

  Never mind how old, Shirley thought to herself.

  The boy-toy’s blue eyes sparkled. “Really? I’ll have to ask some of my senior frat brothers if they know you, then. I’m Jason. I’m a sophomore. I just pledged this spring, so I’m still getting to know everybody around here.”

  Ah, a sophomore. Young and fresh, but not a mere child, either. And a new pledge that she could ply with stories of her long-ago escapades in this very frathouse.

  This one’s ripe for the picking, Shirley thought, her cunt tingling as she mentally planned out what exactly she’d like to do with Jason’s lithe young body. For a brief moment, she even fantasized about taking Jason along with six or seven of his frat brothers in a gangbang to end all gangbangs.

  But this was her first night out in so long—years, actually—so she figured she should take things a little slower. It had been so long since Shirley’s cunt had met a dick of any age, it paid to be very cautious. She didn’t want to get torn up down there.

  The party was breaking up. The drunken fratboys that hadn’t already passed out on couches or the floor started pairing up with drunken sorority girls and disappearing into their rooms. Jason cast a sidelong glance at Shirley, then teetered nervously back and forth on the balls of his feet. “Well, um, it’s getting kind of late,” he said. “The party’s starting to wind down already. Normally we’d party a lot later, but the chapter got into trouble with the dean last semester for making too much noise on weeknights, so we’re trying to chill out and quiet down a little. Sorry you’re missing all the fun.”

  Shirley downed her beer in one gulp. “Oh Jason, honey,” she cooed. “The fun’s just getting started.”

  With that, she grabbed Jason by the collar and led him up Sigma Nu’s huge, creaking wooden staircase. When they reached the first landing she turned to face him. “Now if memory serves me correctly, the sophomore pledges stay on the third floor in the group dorm. Is that still true?”

  Jason nodded, gape-mouthed. “How do you know so much about my frat?”

  Shirley smiled and batted her eyelashes. “Let’s just say I’m an old, old friend of Sigma Nu and leave it at that.”

  Jason polished his own beer off and shrugged. He’d obviously figured out that he was about to get laid, and that was all that mattered to him.

  And getting laid was all that mattered to Shirley, too. “Do you have any roommates up there?” she asked. “Because if you do, they’re going to get an eyeful.” She dragged him up the second flight of stairs and into the large dorm room filled with bunk beds she remembered so well from her own sophomore year so long ago. Shirley and her old Sigma Nu boyfriend Ted had done the nasty seven ways to Sunday on those rickety old metal bunks back in the early 90s, and now she had a chance to make those very same bunks sing a new song with a boy-toy almost half her age.

  It was enough to make a girl all hot and bothered.

  They made it to the third floor. The dorm was empty. “I’ve only got three roommates this semester, and all three of them are downstairs passed out drunk,” Jason said. “Looks like we’ll have this place to ourselves ‘til morning.”

  “Excellent.” Without another word, Shirley clamped her mouth over Jason’s and sucked his bottom lip hard enough to draw it all the way into her mouth. Then she gave each and every one of his teeth a full dental exam with the tip of her tongue, followed by an archeological dig of his throat. By the time they both finally came up for air, the twenty-year-old fratboy was shaking at the knees.

  “W-Wow,” he whispered, breathless. “You are one awesome kisser. What’d you say your name was again?”

  “Never mind,” Shirley replied, and shoved him backwards onto a cot. “Just take your pants off.”

  “O—okay,” Jason stammered, and fumbled with his fly. Now he was out-and-out trembling, so much so that he couldn’t even work his own zipper.

  Well, Shirley would just have to take care of that herself.

  Surprised at her own dexterity, Shirley had Jason’s pants and boxers off with just a few flicks of her wrist, and was awestruck at the sight of Jason’s huge, throbbing cock pointing straight up at the heavens. Uncircumcised, too—the sight of his glans popping through his foreskin was like the split-open skin of a ripe plum.

  Before she could even realize what was happening, Shirley’s mouth closed itself over Jason’s cock, taking in the leathery, salty taste of sweat, skin and happy juice like a happy greeting. And almost without even being aware of it, Shirley’s head began to bob up and down, up and down on Jason’s shaft, deep-throating him almost to the point of gagging—in a good way. She found herself tonguing the sensitive ridge just underneath his glans as instinctively as if she gave head for a living. She even anticipated his pelvic thrusts, moving her head up and down in perfect counterpoint.

  It had been years since Shirley gave anyone a blowjob. Years. And yet, here in this familiar place, Shirley felt transported back to the glorious, carefree days of her youth. She felt almost as if her body had been hijacked by strange, unseen forces that were guiding her every move, helping to make up for the fact that she’d gotten so rusty in the sex department after so many years of doing nothing but work double shifts and care for her aging parents. Giving this trembling, naïve fratboy the best blowjob of his short life was liberating for Shirley in more ways than one.

  Shirley could tell that her boy-toy was on the verge of coming. She teased him a bit, pulling her mouth off his cock and only tongued his glans for a bit, hoping to delay the inevitable just enough to hold him completely in her power. But she also knew that a mere boy of twenty could fuck and come all night long, so there was no reason for her to deny him busting a nut to spare her own pleasure. Jason had a young, ripped body that was ready for action anywhere, anytime—even for the next eight hours straight, if that’s what she wanted.

  Shirley gave Jason’s cock one last long, hard tongue-bath—and then got the hell out of the way.

  At the very last second, she leaned over his about-to-explode cock, lifted up her halter, and let him come all over her bare breasts.

  The sight of his cum dripping across her cleavage nearly caused Jason’s eyes to pop out of his head. “Who the hell are you, anyway?” he sputtered. “And where have you been all my life?”

  By way of answering, Shirley traced a fingertip across her dripping chest and then licked the boy-toy’s sweet essence off her finger. The mere sight was enough to send Jason’s cock pointing skyward once more. “Never you mind who I am,” she breathed. “Just do what I ask, and I guarantee tonight will be the best night of your life.” She took a condom from the packet in her purse and slid it over Jason’s cock. “Just to be on the safe side,” she explained.

  With that, Shirley wiped her breasts clean with a towel she found on the floor, shucked off her bluejeans and panties, and mounted Jason’s cock for the ride of her life.

  She rode him like a galloping horse in heat, alternately grinding her hips in a clockwise motion with the classic ride-em-cowboy bounce. And when she got bored with that, she spun around on his cock until she was in the reverse-cowgirl position. Jason was obviously ignorant of the merits of clitoral stimulation, so Shirley first played with herself, then guided the young man’s thick fingers around her clit and vulva, showing him exactly where and how she liked to be touched. He caught on quickly; in just a few short minutes, Jason managed to make Shirley come twice. And no matter how hard she rode him, Jason wasn’t anywhere near coming. They could f
uck for hours, if they wanted to.

  And fuck for hours is exactly what they did. Shirley didn’t stop riding Jason in every imaginable sex position—including upside-down against a wall—until the break of dawn. They fucked until Shirley’s Economy-Size box of Trojans was completely empty.

  When her boy-toy was finally spent, Shirley tried to entertain him with some war stories of her own escapades in and around the Sigma Nu house during the early-90s grunge era. But before she could get three words out, Jason was stone dead asleep.

  And even though she’d been fucked from here to the moon—she’d had no less than twelve orgasms—Shirley felt more energized than she’d been in years. Sleep was the absolute last thing on her mind.

  Feeling a bit naughty for “loving and leaving,” Shirley dressed and prepared to leave. Just before she did, she penned a goodbye note to Jason on a scrap of paper she found underneath his cot. It read:

  Dear Jason:

  Thanks for a wonderful time. We’ll have to do this again sometime.

  With love,

  A SEXY OL’ CHI-O

  Chi-O. It had been more than a decade since Shirley had referred to herself by her old sorority’s nickname, but it seemed appropriate. After all, back in her day, the ladies of UNC’s Chi Omega chapter were known as the best lovers on campus.

  Shirley wondered if she might soon become known as the best lover at Covington Community Hospital, too.

  She could always try.

  SEVEN

  Joanna’s alarm clock jolted her awake at 7:30 am. She had already overslept. How many times had she hit the snooze bar? Five? Six? She had a little less than half and hour to shower, dress, and arrive at work for her next shift. As she headed for the bathroom, she said a silent prayer that her fellow surgical nurse Lindsay Strouse had recovered from the flu so Joanna wouldn’t have to get dragged into any more extra surgery shifts herself. An easy, quiet, stress-free stint behind the nurses’ station—the “break” Administration had long promised her—was all Joanna had the energy for today. Plus, it was unlikely that Harlan would cross her path there. If he was like most surgeons, he’d give the mind-numbing paperwork and dripping bedpans of the ordinary duty nurses a wide berth.

  And a wide berth from Harlan was exactly what she needed. She could hardly afford to cross paths with him today. Because it seemed every time she did, she ended up dropping her drawers. Not exactly a good career move.

  Joanna stepped into the shower and turned the taps all the way over to “HOT”. She stood stock-still underneath the scalding water, not soaping or shampooing herself, just enjoying the heat and steam for a few fleeting moments. Even as she looked forward to her easy nurses’ station shift, Joanna had the feeling that this one minute of relaxation was the only down time she’d enjoy all day.

  As if on cue, Joanna heard her phone ring. Agitated, she jumped out of the shower without bothering to wrap a towel around herself, and dripped water all over the carpet as she made a dash for the hallway phone.

  “Hello?”

  “Watson, why the hell aren’t you at the hospital?” growled a familiar male voice.

  “Harlan—I mean, Dr. Wilkinson? Is that you?”

  “Of course it’s me,” was his terse reply. “I’m calling to find out where the hell you are.”

  “I’m standing in my front hall.” Joanna’s voice was clipped. What business was it of his where she was right now? Her shift didn’t start until 8:00, and she wasn’t slated to be on surgery duty, anyway. And she wasn’t about to become anybody’s booty call.

  “Well, get the hell out of your front hall and get the hell over here,” Harlan seethed, and hung up the phone before Joanna had a chance to reply.

  Joanna slammed down the receiver so hard she almost knocked her telephone table over. The nerve of that egotistical bastard! The nerve. She wasn’t due in to work yet. And she wasn’t exactly in the mood for an early-morning parking-garage fuck with him, either. Especially given the fact he was acting like a troll.

  Well, she’d show him. She’d take her sweet time getting over to Covington Community Hospital that morning. She’s laze into the duty nurses’ station at 8:01, and wouldn’t even bother to show her face in Surgery and Recovery unless Maryam Malone or a senior member of hospital administration ordered her to. She didn’t care what that SOB Dr. Harlan Wilkinson said his contract gave him the right to do—he wasn’t going to get away with ordering her around. No siree.

  “I’ll show that rat bastard a thing or two,” Joanna said aloud as she went to her bedroom to get dressed.

  There. That made her feel better. That calmed her down enough to keep from putting her fist through her bedroom wall.

  Or did it?

  As Joanna pulled on her bra and panties, she felt again the familiar warmth that had crept into her groin the day before, along with a heavy tension in her chest and a hot, rapid throbbing between her ears. It felt vaguely like a panic attack, but Joanna had never been one to get panicked just before going to work.

  No, it felt much more like a case of The Hornies.

  Like it or not, Joanna’s crotch was screaming for another quickie.

  Damn it. This just could not be happening again.

  Joanna stumbled back into the bathroom to splash some cold water onto her face. Even after a good soaking in the icy water, her face still felt hot. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and saw that her cheeks were still flushed—red as ripe crabapples, in fact—and her eyelids half-closed in an expression that was pure sexuality.

  Oh no, Joanna thought as she stared at herself in the mirror. At that moment, she knew why she felt so out of sorts. She knew why the pit of her stomach melted and quavered at the mere thought of Dr. Harlan Wilkinson, no matter how rude he might be with her. No matter how much of an ill-mannered, conceited oaf he was, no matter how much he played cavalier with hospital regulations, no matter what kind of hard time he gave her in the OR, at that moment Joanna Watson knew she was falling for him.

  She was falling, and falling hard, whether she liked it or not.

  And that, of course, set up a whole separate set of issues when it came to Dr. Harlan Wilkinson’s potential as a romantic partner.

  Ever since she and her husband Bob had separated three years ago, she’d thought off and on about trying to find love—or even lust—again, but no one had sparked so much as a second glance on her part until Harlan crossed her path.

  And he had done a lot more than spark a second glance. He had awakened sensations in Joanna’s body that she’d never known existed. But with the now-constant soupiness between her legs, with the way her heartbeat sped up whenever she imagined his rugged, razor-stubbled face—she knew that at the very least, lust had found her. A lust that absolutely must be satisfied.

  But as Joanna dragged herself over to her closet to pick out a fresh set of nurses’ attire, she knew that even satisfying her growing lust for the globetrotting surgeon would not be enough. Having him in her bed wouldn’t do enough to cool the heated pounding between her ears or the pulsing ache in her nether parts. No, just having Dr. Harlan Wilkinson in her bed wouldn’t be enough, not at all.

  Somehow, Joanna knew, she would have to win Dr. Harlan Wilkinson’s heart, too.

  Not an easy task, to be sure, because from what she’d seen of him so far, Harlan didn’t have a heart.

  EIGHT

  “You’re late.” Maryam Malone’s sweet-yet-authoritative voice greeted Joanna at the nursing station just as she arrived.

  Joanna glanced at her watch. 8:02. Good, she thought. Two whole minutes past the start of her shift. That ought to fix Harlan’s overblown ego-wagon nicely. “I’m only two minutes late,” Joanna replied. “I’m sorry, but I got delayed by a few minutes when that rat bastard Dr. Wilkinson called me at home and pulled me out of the shower.”

  Joanna was careful not to mention that the mere thought of Harlan turned her crotch into a running river. And she didn’t think Maryam needed to know how many times s
he and her new boss had already done the Horizontal Bop, either.

  Maryam chuckled. “I see you have had the pleasure of making Darth Vader’s acquaintance. Has he tried the old Jedi Mind Trick on you yet?”

  Joanna pulled off her light jacket and tossed it over the back of the nurses’ station chair. You have no idea, she thought silently to herself. “I didn’t know you knew so much about Star Wars, Maryam.”

  “I learned everything I ever needed to know about Star Wars from my grandsons,” the seasoned old nurse explained. “Enough to know that Dr. Wilkinson answers to the Dark Side, at any rate. He’s been looking for you all morning, by the way. And judging by his mood, he’s not happy that you didn’t come in at the crack of dawn like he did. I suppose that’s why he called you at home.”

  Joanna smirked. “I suppose so. How did he get my number, I wonder?”

  Maryam shifted anxiously on her sneakered feet. “I gave him your number. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Joanna stared at her, incredulous. “Why did you do that?”

  Maryam smiled. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help it. He used the Jedi Mind Trick on me.”

  “I see.” Joanna gritted her teeth. Now thanks to Maryam’s unwitting participation, she figured she’d now be Harlan’s personal twenty-four-hour booty call for the forseeable future. Not that it would be a bad thing, but. . .

  Joanna blinked her eyes several times, trying to clear her mind of the image of Harlan’s giant, dripping cock. She was at work, and her job as a nurse was serious business. She simply could not allow out-of-control blind lust to cloud her judgment on the job any longer.

  Joanna composed herself, pulled the morning’s patient files out of the plastic wall tray and started shuffling through them. “Maryam, I hope you told him after the Jedi Mind Trick wore off that I’m already assigned to regular nurses’ station duty for the next two weeks, and am therefore off-limits in the operating room. Unless Lindsay Strouse never comes back from sick leave, that is. By the way, is she getting better?”