Summer of ’76 in the Nurses’ Home

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It is the summer of ’76 in Britain. Longest heatwave on record; there’s a Minister for Drought in the government who suggests we shower with a friend to save water! I am twenty-one years old and a male student nurse at a famous University Teaching Hospital in the North of England, about to take my final exams in September to qualify as a State Registered Nurse. And I’m straight; a novelty in those days. I’m fit as a fiddle, play winger on the hospital rugby team. Rugby playing, straight, male nurse; very novel! And I’ve got a head of curly red hair and a beard. Well; it was the 70s! On the morning in question, I’m in my girlfriend Yvette’s room, naked in her single nurses’ home bed with a sheet covering my middle. Yvette returns from the shared kitchen with our coffees and wriggles in beside me on the narrow bed. Yvette is tall, lithe-limbed and blonde with pert tits and a peachy arse. Her pale gold hair is long and silky, and she has green eyes. Despite her French name and Scandinavian looks, she’s from Bolton! She’s wearing just a short, pale blue silk slip. şişli escort We’ve been together over a year, met each other’s parents and plan to work abroad after Yvette qualifies in the New Year.The day is already warm. We have a rare day off together and are discussing what to do with the day.The door flies wide open and in bounces Linda, Yvette’s best friend, who has a room just down the corridor. Linda is a bundle of energy, seldom still.”Fucking hot already!” she cries, “And I’m on a fucking late shift! What are you two up to today?”You had to forgive Linda her profligate swearing; she’s from Wigan you see.Linda was as dark as Yvette was fair with pageboy bobbed hair and brown eyes. She had a generous full-lipped mouth and a retrousse nose. Where Yvette was pert and athletic, Linda was full, lush curves, her arse, in particular, was a magnificent “booty” decades before the term was coined. Her skin was a rich, almost Meditteranean olive tone.This morning she’s wearing a short white, cotton nightie. As she throws herself onto the end of the bed, its apparent şişli escort bayan to me that she has no knickers on as I can see the thick, dark and curly bush of pubic hair, which I contrasted in my mind with Yvette’s pale silky pubes. This was the 70s, almost no one depilated. Many women only shaved their armpits for summer dresses from April to October!Linda wriggles about on the bed almost causing us to nearly spill coffee and nearly spilling her own cup of tea. Bemoaning having to work a late shift. As she did, her nightie rides up and I can see pink pouting pussy lips.”You’re looking at my fucking fanny, Alan! And you are too, Wyve!” she exclaims, using her nickname for Yvette.”Hard not too, Lindy!” we chime almost in unison.”Go and close the door if you’re going to lounge about half-naked,” Yvette tells her. We both look at each other and do a little eye roll, an unspoken ‘what’s she like?!’The door is shut in a moment and Linda’s back on the bed, making no attempt to keep her nightie over her fanny.Now I’m a fit you man in the presence of two mecidiyeköy escort gorgeous young women; I’m bound to start to get a hard-on. OK, let’s be frank; I’m priapic; I’ve sprung to attention.Linda suddenly pauses in her expletive sprinkled chatter to exclaim, “Have you got a fuckin’ hard on? You cheeky bastard, with your girlfriend beside you! You have a hard-on, haven’t you!”Yvette reaches under the sheet and takes hold of my boner.”He has, it’s a proper stiffy!””My fella never gets a proper hard-on unless I suck him; then he’s up and raring to go!”Linda’s boyfriend, a junior doctor, was on the rugby team, and would be horrified if he knew what I was hearing from Linda!”He’s always getting a hard-on, I call him Ever Ready!” (a popular brand of torch battery then!) Yvette hasn’t taken her hand away, in fact, her fingers have curled nicely around my shaft.”Can we have a look Wyve?” Linda asks. ‘Asks Yvette,’ I note, ‘not me!’Yvette looks me in the eye and without waiting for any sign of consent from me, begins to draw the sheet down over my belly, revealing my hard cock in her hand.”Oooh, its a lovely one isn’t it! Up to his belly button. Nice! And you’ve managed to get that big thing up your arse?”This startles me.”What!?!” I splutter and make various inarticulate noises of incredulity. 

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