JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED
I have about an hour before I have to pick up the kids, and a couple of more hours before Dante will be home. After I put everything away, I sit on the couch for a while. Maybe I need to think about what the wishes will mean if it’s not bullshit.
So I go upstairs to our bedroom and I open that drawer. I pull out the naughty nurse costume and hold it up. The outfit is bright white, with a thin red stripe along the collar, on either side of the zipper, and along the hem at the bottom. My first thought is how fat I will look in it.
I force myself to think about Dante and the look on his face if I’m wearing this when he gets home. It will be good practice for when I dress like a slut all the time, for when Dante will get to have sex with me constantly, whenever and however he wants. And I find, in spite of myself, I’m getting aroused.
I call my mother, who is thankfully home, and she’s delighted when I ask her to pick the kids up from school and have them spend the night at her house. “It’s so nice the two of you still make time for date nights,” she says. “I’ve still got a few outfits over here from their last visit, and I’ll make sure they do all their homework.”
Then I call Dante at work. “This is Dante,” he says, all businesslike.
“This is Nurse Kendra from Dr. Feelgood’s office,” I say, in my sexiest tone that I hope isn’t sounding too silly. “I’m calling to remind Dante about his appointment with the nurse this evening at five thirty. It will be a house call, so I’m checking to make sure he’s prepared.”
There is silence on the line for a second or two. “Nurse Kendra, did you say?” he says in a low voice. The sound of him shutting his office door is loud enough to be clear on my end.
“Yes, sir,” I say. “Nurse Kendra will be completely at your service this evening. Can you confirm the house call?” My hand—the one not holding the phone—starts to pull the hem of the nurse outfit up.
“Five—five thirty, was it?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, all breathy and soft. “I may have an opening earlier in the afternoon, if you prefer, but if you’ll be coming sooner, you’ll need to contact the office.” I slip a finger inside myself.
“I’m glad you called,” Dante says, “because I didn’t have this appointment down on my calendar, but I do have a few, um, areas of muscle tightness where I could definitely use your expertise.”
“Perhaps we should schedule some additional time.” I start to pump my finger in a more regular rhythm, lightly rubbing my clit with my thumb. “Are you flexible this afternoon?”
“Yes,” Dante says. “As a matter of fact, my afternoon has recently opened up. I can probably be there at four.” Oh, he really must want this. Dante almost never leaves work early—even now, after the company has gone from two employees when he started to two hundred.
“Whatever you think is best, sir,” I say. “This is your first appointment with Nurse Kendra, correct?”
“Um, yes,” he says. “Is there anything I need to bring to the appointment?”
“We’ll be checking primarily for blood flow, taking your vital signs,” I say. “Of course, we’ll explore stress relief.” Fuck, if I don’t stop fingering myself, I might finish before Dante gets here. I stop my hand from moving, although I still keep it between my legs.
“I have noticed some tightness in my jaw and tongue,” Dante says, dropping his voice again. “I was hoping Nurse Kendra could perhaps run a couple of tests to make sure my mouth is in full working order.”
Lately I’ve been reluctant to let Dante go down on me—mostly a shaving issue, which I dealt with when I got home from the hospital—but I remember the first night after the Halloween party and how good he is. “Oh, sir, there may not be enough time to get our complete mouth-testing equipment to the house call, but I’m sure Nurse Kendra can run a couple of tests with what she’s bringing.”
“Well,” Dante says, “if I’m going to make my four o’clock appointment, I better wrap up my work for the afternoon. Thank you for taking the time to confirm, Nurse. I’m looking forward to our session.”
“Oh no, thank you, sir,” I say. “Have a pleasant afternoon.”
I hang up.
There’s now about an hour until our “session,” and I spend most of it completing my outfit. The costume, which made me feel so unattractive the first time I put it on, is now making me aroused. I walk around the house, not sure where I should meet Dante when he comes home. I decide on the kitchen, so he sees me as soon as he walks in through the garage.
As I walk into the kitchen, I see our laptop on the kitchen table and go to it. I type sexy nurse into the search window and a bunch of pictures of scantily clad women in nurse costumes come up. Holy shit, they’re all so skinny! I take a deep breath and try out another word in the search field. My first two words don’t give me any results, but then I remember having brunch with Amanda’s sister, and she used the word ‘thick’ to describe a particularly curvy waitress. I add thick to the sexy nurse search. Lo and behold, suddenly there are women who are shaped much more like me.
But they’re not just wearing sexy nurse costumes—no, they’re also in stockings and high heels and nurse hats, with stethoscopes or other medical gear. Some of the pictures have the women “listening” to erect penises, others with gloves on, clearly giving hand jobs—sterile hand jobs, apparently. Safety first.
So even though Dante would be completely delighted with me in just the nurse costume, I decide to pull out all the stops. I dig through my drawers until I find the white stockings with red bows at the top Dante bought with this outfit. I find a pair of white heels I haven’t worn for a few years, and I’m actually disappointed they’re not as slutty as I had pictured them in my head, but they’ll do.
I go through the drawer and find the nurse hat, also, and I have to find a couple of bobby pins to make it stay in place. I lay everything out on the bed, makeup my face, including red lipstick to match the red trim on the outfit, and put everything on. I look at myself in the mirror when I’m all done.
I can’t believe my eyes. I could be in one of those pictures. In fact, I look better than most of those women in the search results.
Then I hear the garage door open. I look at the clock—it’s 4:03. Okay, Nurse Kendra, this is your trial run to be Dante’s wish come true.