4 comments/ 12462 views/ 12 favorites Brian and Nurse Brenda By: Erbanluv The wind made a low moaning sound as it blew through the branches of the poplar trees that surrounded the park. The sky was overcast and grey and looked as dejected as I was feeling that day. It had been only a week earlier that I had been informed by my fiancée that she no longer wanted to marry me. A couple of months prior, she'd been offered a job in California and jumped at the opportunity without even discussing it with me. I didn't really believe that she was serious about leaving and it wasn't until the day that she loaded all of her belongings into a rental van and departed that I realized she was actually leaving me, and my dreams of a life together, behind. I subsequently made dozens of phone calls to her in California, begging her to reconsider her decision not to marry me. For the first few weeks she was understanding and sympathetic, but a week ago, when I suggested that I wanted to leave my job and move out west to join her, she finally decided to tell me the brutal truth. I heard her taking a deep breath on the other end of the line. "Brian," she said in a very clear and determined voice. "I'm sorry, but I can't continue with our relationship. I love California and I love the people here." Then after hesitating for a moment, she added, "I've met someone at my new job and he's just wonderful. He's asked me to be his girlfriend and we're going to be moving into our own place together. Please don't make this any harder than it is Brian. We can't go back and I don't want to try. It's over and you have to get on with your life. You're a great guy Brian and you won't have any trouble finding another woman and falling in love. I think it's best now if we just break off contact with one another. I loved the time we had together and wouldn't trade it for anything, but it's over and you have to accept that. Goodbye. I really hope you find all of the happiness you deserve." I stood there in shock for what seemed like hours before finally blurting out something that sounded like a goodbye. We'd been together since I was a senior in high school. I'd never had another girlfriend. She was the only girl I'd ever dated. She'd taken my heart, my virginity and now my future. I was sure I'd never be able to replace her. I'd been in love with her from the day we met. Who could ever take the place of a woman I loved so much? The wind was blowing harder now and as I continued walking across the park, I felt a stabbing pain run up and down my left arm. I ignored it and continued on my way. Then, after walking another fifty steps or so, I felt another pain, this time a little sharper, shooting up and down the left side of my neck. Within a few minutes, the pain was simultaneously running up and down my left arm and neck. It came and went and didn't seem to have any relationship to the speed at which I was walking. I decided I'd go into the emergency room of the local hospital and have it checked out just to be safe. When I arrived home, I got into my car and drove to the hospital. I arrived at around four o'clock in the afternoon. It was a Sunday and I was shocked to find the emergency room near overflowing. Oddly enough, very few of the people there looked ill. Most of them just looked annoyed and impatient. I made my way to the registration line up and waited patiently for my turn. I stood there for at least half an hour and when I had almost made it to the front of the line, I realized that I was feeling a lot better. I decided that I'd go home and simply forget about the incident at the park. I was just about to turn and leave when I heard a loud voice, "Next! Next Please!" I walked up to the registration desk and stood there in front of the admissions nurse who was making notes on the person who had just left. She looked up at me and I could see right away that she would sooner have been at home having a barbeque with her family. "How can I help you sir?" she asked automatonically. I wasn't sure exactly what to say, so I blurted out something that seemed appropriate in the circumstances. "I was walking through the park a while ago and I got this pain shooting up and down my arm and neck. I doubt if it's anything serious, but I thought I'd come in and have it checked out just to be safe." She began to look a little more interested at this point. "Which arm did you feel the pain in sir?" she asked. "My left arm," I replied and then added, "from there the pain spread up into my neck as well." She immediately made a note on a sheet in front of her and then asked, "What were you doing at the time that you experienced the pain?" "I was just walking through the park on my way home from a friend's house," I replied. "Did you feel tired when the pain started?" she asked with a slightly concerned look on her face. "Had you been running or exerting yourself just before the pain began?" At that point I became a little concerned and replied, "No. I was just walking and I wasn't tired. Well not really tired," I added, "I haven't been sleeping very well lately, so I wasn't completely rested but I don't think I'd say I was tired." I realized that I must be sounding a little confused. It was a bad habit of mine to begin rambling whenever I became nervous. I decided I'd simply answer the rest of the nurse's questions in a simple, straightforward manner. She was now looking at me with a somewhat higher level of concern registered on her face. "Are you feeling any pain now?" she asked. I realized that a small amount of discomfort had returned to my arm and neck since she began questioning me. "Well, it's not really hurting. I am having a little discomfort right now, but it's not nearly so bad as it was." I replied. Then I realized that I had been holding my arm to emphasize what I was saying. "I think we should have one of the doctors take a look at you, just to be sure everything is okay sir." With that, she made a phone call and then stood up and motioned to me to follow her. As we walked along the hallway leading to the main floor of the hospital, she took my arm and quietly said, "If you feel any pain as we're walking, please say so immediately and I'll call an orderly with a wheel chair." "Oh my God!" I thought to myself, "Just how serious is this? Is this where it's going to end? Is it my destiny to die alone in a hospital, unloved and with nobody there to mourn my passing? Will the last moments of my life be spent surrounded by strangers who would sooner be at home barbequing, rather than being here tending to the final needs of an unloved stranger?" Moments later, the nurse steered me into a room with two or three clicking, whirring electronic devices set against the wall. There was a young man seated at the far end of the room and he immediately got up and came over to us. "Doctor, this is Brian, the young man I called you about," said the nurse in a very matter of fact tone, "He's been experiencing some pain in his left arm and neck." . "Thank you nurse." replied the young doctor. Then, turning to me, he said "I'm Doctor Brown Brian. What seems to be your problem?" I went through the same explanation of my incident in the park and the doctor listened carefully, making brief notes as I spoke. When I was finished, rather than asking any questions, he stood up and said, "Please take off your shirt, shoes and pants and lie on the examination table. You can leave your socks and underwear on. I'm going to do an electrocardiogram just to make sure you're not experiencing an issue with your heart." My face turned ashen white with trepidation. "You mean I may have had a heart attack?" I asked incredulously. "That's what caused the pain I felt in my arm and neck?" The doctor realized immediately that I was one of those people who react to the suggestion of a medical problem with a high level of anxiety mixed with a measure of drama. "I don't think that's the case, but we do have to be certain. In recent years, an increasing number of hospitals have been sued for negligence because they didn't take all of the steps necessary to ensure that a patient is accurately diagnosed when he or she shows up in the emergency room. We're just going to make sure that you don't have a serious problem before we send you on your way." I quickly removed my shirt, pants and shoes and laid down on the examination table. The doctor then placed several electrodes in various locations on my body and turned on the electrocardiograph machine. It clicked away for a short while as the doctor stood there examining the printout with a look of concern on his face. "Have you ever been diagnosed with a heart problem Brian?" he asked abruptly. By now, the level of angst I was experiencing had skyrocketed. "A heart problem?" I gasped. "I've never been aware of any heart problem. Does your machine indicate that I have something wrong with my heart?" "Well not that I can see right now." replied the young doctor, "but a veiled heart problem could be causing the pain you experienced and it's not showing up on the electrocardiogram. I think we should run some detailed tests when the Cardio testing unit opens tomorrow morning. In the meantime, just to be on the safe side, I want you to stay here tonight for observation." And that's how I ended up as a patient at the local hospital. I was formally admitted and placed in a bed on the third floor in the cardiac care ward. I was given hospital pyjamas and was hooked up to a heart monitor. I laid there for an hour, just trying to get used to the idea that I might live a much shorter life than I'd always envisioned. Time began to pass at a snail's pace. Finally the sun set and my room became dark. There was nothing in the room that was of any interest to me, so I simply left the light off and lay there with my eyes closed. I wondered, as I lay there in the darkness, what the tests that Dr. Brown planned to run were going to show. It must have been about midnight when I was awakened by softly spoken words, "Brian, please don't be alarmed. I just want to ask you how you're doing and let you know I'm here." I opened my eyes and, in the dim light, saw a woman in a nurses uniform. She was very pretty and was holding a clip chart in one hand and a glass of water in the other. "Would you like a drink of water?" she asked. "No thanks," I replied, "I'm not thirsty right now." "My name is Brenda," she whispered. "It's just after midnight. I'll be here with you all night. Dr. Brown thought you should have a nurse in your room overnight, just to make sure you didn't experience any problems. Would you like me to turn on your light?" "I guess a little light wouldn't hurt." I replied. The nurse turned on the light and asked, "I want you to be comfortable Brian. Is there anything you need or anything that you'd like to talk about?" "Actually, I was wondering what sort of tests are planned for tomorrow," I replied. "Do you know what the doctors intend to do?" "I believe they're going to give you a stress test. That's normally the first test they give to someone who's experiencing suspected angina." "A stress test? What exactly is that?" I asked. "Oh, that's where you're made run on a treadmill while your pulse and blood pressure are being monitored. Basically, the operator wants to see if the pain you experienced in your arm and neck returns during the course of the test." "Well what if the pain does return during the test?" I asked. "If the pain returns, then it's likely that you're experiencing angina which is the result of an insufficient flow of blood to your heart. If that's the case, you'll probably have to undergo more complex and definitive testing." "So I should be hoping for zero pain during the test tomorrow?" I asked. "That's pretty much the case." she answered. "but I have a feeling that you don't have to be very concerned about that Brian. I looked closer at this nurse. She appeared to be about 20 to 25 years old. She was slim and had quite an attractive figure. "What's your name?" I asked. She looked up from the chart on which she was making notes. "I'm Brenda!" she replied with a smile. In the light, I could see that her hair was reddish blonde and her eyes were light blue. She had a smooth white complexion with just a few light freckles. Her teeth were straight and brightly polished. All things considered, she was quite beautiful. I was a little surprised with myself for noticing. Ever since my ex had moved to California, I'd lost interest completely in women. I'd immersed myself in my work and had no inclination to get involved in another relationship. She leaned over the side of the bed and said, "Open wide please." Then she placed a thermometer in my mouth. She stood there looking at me as she waited for the thermometer to sound a beep, indicating that the reading was complete. At the beep she reached down for the thermometer and as she leaned forward, I caught a glimpse of her very generous cleavage. I couldn't believe that I was checking out a woman's boobs while I was on what could prove to be my death bed. I looked back up at her eyes and saw her smile knowingly. She'd caught me looking and rather than being offended, she was amused. She recorded the temperature reading and then asked, "Is there anything else you'd like to talk about Brian?" "How long have you been a nurse Brenda?" I figured that some fast arithmetic would give me a pretty good idea of just how old she was. "I have a feeling that I became a nurse just about the time your mother was giving birth to you." she said with a bright smile. "I graduated from nursing school in 1958." She could see the wheels turning in my head as I studied her face. "To save you the task of having to make the mathematical calculation in your head, I graduated from nursing school when I was 21 years old." Then she looked down at my chart and with a slightly surprised look on her face, remarked, "In fact, it looks like I graduated 2 years before you were born. I'm 44 years old Brian, so compared to me, you're a relative baby at 21 years old." "Yeah! Pretty young age to be having heart problems. I'll probably never make it anywhere near your age." "Oh, I'm sure that your heart is quite strong and healthy," she replied. "You don't have the look of someone with heart disease. I've been nursing cardiac patients for more than 20 years and at your age, the biggest concerns you're likely to have are your career and female companionship. What do you do for a living Brian?" "I just finished university six months ago." I replied. "I've been working for Validation Computer Management since then. They recruited me while I was in my last year of university." "Wow!" remarked Brenda, "You're only 21 years old and you've already graduated from university. How did you manage that feat?" "Oh, I never really did most of the things that other kids do in school. I was never really very interested in sports and social affairs. But, I loved the academic side of school and always got good grades. As a result, I was placed into an accelerated program while I was still in elementary school. That's the reason I started university when I was only 16 years old." Brenda was impressed. "Sounds like you're on the fast track to success Brian. Does your wife or girlfriend know that you're in here?" "I don't have a wife or girlfriend," I replied with a touch of dejection, "I was engaged to my high school sweetheart up until a couple of months ago. She's the only woman I've ever had a relationship with and I always assumed we'd eventually marry and live happily ever after. As it turned out, she was offered a job in California two months ago and she took it without even discussing it with me. She left to start her new job two months ago. I tried to talk her out of it, but she was totally committed to a fresh start in a new state." "That sounds like a horror show," replied Brenda. "I'm sorry that something so hurtful happened between you and someone you loved so much. Have you been in touch with her since you broke up?" "Yeah! I called her a while ago and she told me that she had met another guy. The two of them are an item and will be getting a place together. She told me she was in love with him and that there was no chance that we'd ever get back together. She asked me to stop calling her and to start looking for someone else." Brenda sat down on the side of the bed. "What do you intend to do now?" she asked, a look of gentle compassion on her face. "There's nothing that can be done. My experience with her is now officially over," I lamented. "I'm just going to have to start from zero. I've had one girlfriend in my entire life. She took my heart, my virginity, my hope, my future, then piled them up and set them ablaze. There's nothing to do but salvage as much of my life as I can and just start over." Brenda had a quizzical look on her face. "When did things finally come to an end with your ex-fiancée?" she asked. "Well, they probably came to an end long before I was aware of it. She decided to accept the job offer in California a couple of months ago, but it was only a week ago that she broke off our engagement and told me that there was another guy." Brenda was a good listener. I was beginning to feel a little buoyed just being able to talk about the situation with someone else. She put her hand on my arm and, in a soft and understanding voice, said "You know Brian, young healthy people often begin to develop symptoms of serious disease when they've been through a mentally harrowing experience. I've seen it happen many times to young men and young women when they lose someone they love dearly. I'm quite sure that the horrible experience with your ex is somehow connected to the pain that you felt in your arm and neck. I think the tests you're taking tomorrow will confirm that." With that she reached up and felt Brian's forehead, then added, "But for now, I think you should get some sleep. You have nothing to worry about, I'll be right here." She made some notes on my chart and then turned off the light. I watched her silhouette as she walked over to the chair along the wall and sat down. She was not very tall; perhaps five feet, four inches. Her figure was quite lovely, not at all what you'd expect the figure of a 44 year old woman to look like. Her face had an angelic look with pale alabaster skin and just a light scattering of freckles. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off. I wasn't sure how long I slept, but when I woke up, I felt like I might have to urinate. I turned on the light and realized that Brenda had left the room. "She's probably having a coffee." I thought. I was glad that she wasn't in the room as I didn't want her to see the huge erection that I'd attained while I was asleep. I glanced at my watch. It was 1:45 am. I threw off the blankets, swung my legs off the bed and slid into the slippers beside my bed. As I started for the bathroom door on the other side of the room, I realized that my erection was sticking out the front of my hospital issued pyjamas. "Why can't they give you pyjamas that have buttons up the front?" I wondered. The erection was nothing unusual. I always had a rock hard erection when I awaken in the middle of the night. Normally, if I also had to urinate, I would just stand in front of the toilet until the erection softened enough to allow me to push it downwards and aim the stream of urine into the toilet. I walked over to the bathroom, turned on the light and stood in front of the toilet. My penis was still sticking rigidly out through the front of my pyjama bottoms. I stood there with the bottoms lowered to my knees. I was prepared to wait the few minutes necessary to allow my hard on to diminish enough to allow me to relieve myself. At that very moment, I heard a voice behind me ask, "Are you alright Brian? The buzzer in the nurses' office went off when you got out of bed. Do you need help with anything?" Brian and Nurse Brenda When I heard Brenda's voice, I wasn't sure what to do. "Oh, I got up because I have to take a pee." I replied, "I don't need any help thanks." I hadn't gotten the words out completely, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed Brian. I've seen every sort of man, from senators to bus drivers with their pants down. What's the matter. Do you have a shy bladder?" "Oh no, it's not that." I replied , "I always have trouble peeing when I get up at night. It's nothing to worry about." I felt Brenda's hand slide across the small of my back as she leaned forward to see how I was making out. I considered turning away, but thought better of it. I knew I'd make a big mess of the floor if I suddenly began peeing while I was turned to the side. "It's okay Brenda, I can deal with it." As she leaned forward, Brenda saw the problem immediately. She let out a little gasp and said, "Oh my God Brian! I'm sorry. There's not much I can do to help you. I'll just wait in your room while you deal with the problem." She turned and made her way out the door. I stood there thinking about what had just happened. I realized that I was more than a little titillated by the fact that Brenda had seen my penis while it was erect in all its glory. I have a fairly good sized cock. It's between seven and eight inches long and is thick enough that my ex-girlfriend could not get her hand all the way around it. In fact she often mentioned that it was the perfect length but she would have preferred that it wasn't quite so thick. I stood there in front of the toilet for another 2 or 3 minutes but found myself meeting with no success in either urinating or eliminating my hard on. My attempts to use sheer willpower to cause it to become flaccid weren't working, no doubt because of Brenda's presence. The feel of her hand brushing against my back while I stood in front of the toilet with a raging erection had been a major turn on. Then, when she saw it and was a little shocked, I became even more excited. I knew by then that I wasn't going to be able to pee. I also realized that I couldn't go back into my room with my penis sticking out the front of my pyjamas, so I quickly pushed my cock up against my belly and then slid the waist tie of my pyjama bottoms over the head to hold it snugly against my belly. Then, satisfied that I had the problem well enough in hand to make it to my bed with my condition undiscovered, I washed my hands and went back into the room. Brenda was standing by the side of the bed. "Is everything okay Brian?" she asked, a note of concern in her voice. "Everything's fine!" I replied immediately. I could see that Brenda didn't believe me. She put her hand on my arm and in a somewhat embarrassed voice, said, "I know that young guys often wake up with an erection and have to wait for it to deflate before they can urinate. I should have realized that before I went into the bathroom. Now I feel like some sort of peeping Jane. I laughed softly to put her at ease. "Please stay and talk with me for a while. I'm not really that tired. And please don't be embarrassed by what you just saw in the bathroom. I'm not." I ran my hand down the length of her arm as I reassured her. She smiled at me and then quickly took the blanket and folded it down to the end of the bed to allow me to crawl back in. I sat down on the edge of the bed and when I laid back, the waist band of my pyjamas slipped off my penis, allowing my erection, which was still as prominent as ever, to spring back to its upright angle. It immediately pushed out through the opening at the front of my pyjamas. Its swollen purple head was twitching with excitement and the shaft was as hard as a steel pipe. Brenda was just raising the blanket up over my waist when she saw it. She tried to avert her eyes, but was unable to look away before I noticed. She quickly pulled the blanket up over me and sat down on the edge of the bed. She had a very thoughtful look on her face, as if she were trying to come up with the right words to say in this unusual situation. Finally she said, "Although it was a little embarrassing for both of us when I saw your erection Brian, I have to tell you that, from a purely medical standpoint, the ability to attain an erection, especially one that's as vigorous and long lasting as yours, is a very good indication that your heart and blood vessels are healthy." . I found myself becoming more aroused by this woman. She sat on the side of my bed talking about my penis in a very uninhibited way. As she spoke to me, she laid her hand on my thigh. At that moment, I would have given a week's pay to have her move her hand up to my rigid cock and stroke it lovingly. "We've been talking about me all night Brenda." I remarked, "Now what about you? Are you married?" "No!" she replied with a hint of sadness in her voice. "I was supposed to be married a month after I graduated from nursing school. I met my fiancé while we were still in high school. He was the first and only boyfriend I ever had and we'd always planned to marry when I finished nursing school and he finished his engineering studies. He died three weeks after we graduated; a week before we were going to be married. He was a certifying a new building that was under construction and a jack that was holding a section of the roof up, failed. When the roof collapsed, he was killed instantly. We never had a chance to say goodbye. We decided early in our relationship that we'd remain virgins until we were married, so I never even got to know him as a lover. So much of the happiness that was going to come to us after we married was forever lost when that roof collapsed. It's so sad. He was a great guy. I never found myself the least bit attracted to another man. I've been alone since the day he died more than 20 years." I was more than a little moved by her story. I admired the fact that she had loved only one man in her life and when he was gone, she could never love another. I felt a great deal of empathy, as her story of love lost had some similarities to my own. "Wow. He must have been a pretty special guy Brenda. What was he like?" Brenda looked directly at me and in a half whisper, she replied, "He was just like you Brian. You could have been twins. He had the same hair color; the same body type, the same intellect and, just like you, he was a one woman man." By now, my erection had disappeared and my blanket was lying flat across my hips. "So you've never dated? You've given up on ever finding someone else?" I asked. "As I said, I've never been the least bit attracted to another man. It's not that I don't want any male companionship. I just haven't found anyone who appeals to me. Maybe I'm just too hard to please. I've just never met a man who makes me feel the way I want to feel about a guy." "How do you want to feel?" I asked in a quiet voice. Brenda fell silent for a moment as she reflected on my question. Then she replied, "I want a man who makes me feel like the rest of my life is going to be like a long Sunday afternoon spent drifting down a lazy river in the middle of nowhere. I want the touch of his hand to make me feel like I've found someone who will love me until the end of time. I want the feel of his lips on mine to make me boil with the need for physical intimacy." Suddenly, as if shocked by the intimate content of her words, her hand went anxiously to her mouth and she exclaimed, "My God! I can't believe I'm talking this way to a stranger who's young enough to be my son. I'm sorry Brian. I got carried away. Please treat my comments the same as you would those of some old fool." I was a little shocked by the intimate nature of her comment, but at the same time, the words moved and excited me. I looked at her face. Her angst was genuine. Her eyes were looking back into mine, as if asking forgiveness for her bold outburst. She was beautiful. Her eyes were gentle looking and as blue as a tropical sea. Her red hair had a slightly blonde hue, giving it a much softer look than the dark red hair of a typical carrot top. Her skin was as white and translucent as snow and she had the sort of faint freckling that virtually disappeared in dim lighting. Her breasts were generous, with a full ripe look that I found extremely attractive. Her waist was just a tiny pinched area between her breasts and her round, shapely hips. Her legs were strong and shapely. This was a woman who made my heart race when I looked at her. I just couldn't understand how a 44 year old woman could look so young and innocently beautiful. "Don't even think of apologizing for saying what's in your heart Brenda. I'm only sorry that I'm not 20 years older. If I were, I'd be knocking on your door every night. You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen." Brenda looked a little shocked but, at the same time, flattered by my comment. "Isn't that odd," she remarked. I was wishing that I was 20 years younger so that you might ask me out on a date. You have all of the qualities that I find attractive in a man. We've shared some of our most intimate thoughts with each other and the sharing has been as effortless as turning on a tap." With that, she looked at her watch. "Well, you should try to get some more sleep Brian, you're going to have your stress test early in the morning." She got up from the side of the bed and started walking to the chair on the other side of the room. I didn't want this beautiful woman to leave the side of my bed. As she turned out the light, I said in a hoarse voice, "I wish I was in a hospital where the nurse was allowed to kiss her patient goodnight. I haven't been kissed by a woman, any woman, in months." Brenda stopped in her tracks. She turned around to see what kind of a look I had on my face. She didn't know if I was teasing or serious. My face was dead serious and I had a look of longing that she found irresistible. "Actually, intimacy with patients is frowned upon by the hospital administration," she replied. Then, with a smile, she turned and came back to the side of my bed. "But, for a guy as sweet as you, I'm going to make an exception." She leaned over and quickly gave me a friendly kiss on the cheek. As she pulled away, I reached out and put my arm around her waist and pulled her face down to mine. I was encouraged by the fact that she didn't offer the slightest resistance. I pressed my lips against hers, softly, so as not to alarm her. At first, she didn't kiss me back, but as the seconds ticked by, she began to return the kiss. Her lips were silky soft and tasted sweet and delicious. Suddenly, I felt my penis exploding into a rigid erection again, tenting up the blanket across my hips. "You are so lovely Brenda," I whispered breathlessly. "I can't believe I met such a beautiful woman in my hospital room. Maybe some good fortune is finally headed my way. Will you go out for dinner with me after I get out of here?" Their kiss had been deliciously provocative for both of them. As Brenda pulled away, her head was swimming with the realization of what she'd just done. She wanted to put a stop to what was happening, but that's when she saw that my blanket was pushed sharply upwards by my revitalized erection. "Wow," she remarked, her eyes wide with disbelief, "That penis of yours has a mind of its own Brian. Has your erection returned because you have to urinate or because of what we just did?" "It popped up the moment your lips touched mine Brenda. I get excited just looking at you. I've never met a woman who makes me feel the way you make me feel. Please stay here beside me until morning. I want to spend every second with you." Brenda was standing, but when I asked her to stay, she slowly sat down beside me on the bed again. She had an odd look on her face and I could tell that she was a little uncertain about something. "Aren't you afraid of the difference in our ages?" she asked in a whisper. "I couldn't care less about it!" I replied. "All I know is that you are the most beautiful, most compassionate, most caring woman I've ever met. Every time I look at you, I feel like I'm floating on a cloud in heaven." "If we made love, would you be loving me for those reasons or would you simply be satisfying a carnal need Brian? I'm as attracted to you as you are to me. For the life of me, I can't understand how a guy half my age can just pop up and move me so deeply and provocatively. I was being honest when I told you that I'm a virgin. I can't help but think that sex with you would be as wonderful as I've always felt sex for the first time should be." In the dim light, her face looked as fresh and innocent as that of any young virgin, who found herself grappling with the prospect of sex for the first time in her life. She got up and walked over to the door. She paused for a moment and then closed it. I heard the lock snap shut. She turned and looked directly at me, "I'm going to spend the rest of the night with you Brian. All I ask is that you be gentle and patient with me." With that, she began to undress. She undid the buttons that ran from the hem of her dress all the way to the neckline. Then she peeled it off and hung it on the back of the chair by the wall. My breath caught in my throat when I saw her standing there in only her panties and bra. Her breasts looked even fuller as they strained against the silky material of her bra. My cock felt like a length of petrified wood as my eyes moved down over her tiny waist to her hips. Her panties appeared a little unusual. They looked like the kind my mother used to wear, not like the skimpy, bikini style panties that most girls wear nowadays. None the less, she looked beautiful in them. They fit her snugly and clung tightly to her round, shapely hips. I could just make out the triangle of her pubic mound and the crease of her labia through the thin material. She moved a little closer and stood just a few feet from the bed as she reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. As it opened, the bra fell away, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts I'd ever seen. They were even larger than I'd imagined. They stood as high and firm as those of any twenty year old. They looked sensually ripe and seductively heavy. The nipples were large and pink and were surrounded by puffy pink areolas. I felt my cock becoming more impatient as my eyes visually devoured the lovely creature standing before me. Her bra now off, she pushed her panties down to her knees and stepped gracefully out of them. Her thighs were strong and shapely; her calves were muscular and looked like those you see on the statues of a Greek goddesses. My eyes moved up to the top of her thighs and fell hungrily on her pubic mound. The hair was golden red in color and was dense enough that it covered her labia completely. The skin on her body was even whiter that the skin on her face. There was not a single wrinkle anywhere on this beautiful woman's body. "How could she be forty four years old," I wondered, "and still look so deliciously young and fresh?" Brenda stood there, a look of trepidation on her face as she saw my huge cock pushing against the blanket across my hips. "What do you think?" she asked in an uncertain voice, "Do I still look as attractive to you without my clothes?" I tried to reply, but my voice only made a choking sound. I cleared my throat and finally replied, "My God Brenda! You're stunning. You are so beautiful that no woman I meet from this day on will ever be able to measure up to the way you look at this moment." Brenda smiled, obviously pleased by my words of worship. She pulled back the blanket to get into bed beside me. She immediately saw my raging erection, its purple head twitching with pent up desire. Her pale blue eyes lit up with curiosity. "Can I touch it?" she asked. "Oh god yes! You can touch it all you want Brenda," I replied hoarsely. She reached over and took hold of my cock. It felt alive in her hand and was pulsing with excitement and jerking in anticipation of what lay ahead. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do Brian? Your penis is huge! Just touching it makes me feel excited and aroused but, at the same time, just a little bit scared. Is that normal?" I was pushing my penis up and into her caressing hand as I replied. "It's normal Brenda. Everything we're doing and are going to do is normal. Just go with what feels right. Nature makes you want to do those things that excite you. All you have to do is trust your instincts and do what you feel like doing." No sooner had I spoken the words when Brenda lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth. She pushed on it, driving the swollen head deep into her throat. She moved her tongue seductively along the bottom of the shaft. She held my testicles delicately in one hand while she gently stroked the base of my penis with the other. I found the sensation intoxicating and softly stroked her soft strawberry blonde hair as she made love to my cock with her lips and tongue. As she was leaning over my penis, I began to run my hands over her body. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, gently squeezing the pliant flesh and marvelling at its soft, silky feel. Then I moved higher up, into her golden blonde pubic hair. It was soft and luxurious and those strands closest to her labia were moist with the excitement of what she was doing for the very first time. My fingers moved expertly through the soft, curly tresses as I search for her labia. I found them almost immediately. They were wet and slippery with a warm, silky ooze of lubricant clinging to them. They were sensitive to my touch as I could feel Brenda's hips moving in a gentle thrusting motion as I ran my fingers along their turgid length. Without warning, she took her lips and mouth from my cock and moved up beside me. She looked directly into my face. "Are you shocked?" she asked excitedly. "I'm doing exactly what my instincts are telling me to do. You don't think I'm a tramp, do you? Please be honest with me." "You're perfect sweetheart. You look perfect. You smell perfect. You feel perfect. There's nothing you could do to me that I wouldn't love." "Do you still want to kiss me even though I had your penis in my mouth?" she asked, a slightly worried look on her face. I laughed in disbelief. Are you serious? I want to kiss you more than I wanted to kiss you before you took my penis into your mouth. I pulled her face to down and smothered her lips with mine. I gently pressed my tongue against her lips until I felt them part, allowing my tongue to move into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around mine and they moved together with all the rhythm of a pair dancing Spanish lovers. Our kiss was long and filled with rapture. While our lips were locked in a deep kiss of lpassion, our hands moved over each other's body, hungrily exploring all of the secret places they encountered in their frenzied search. I was caught up in a tsunami of salaciousness, the likes of which I'd never before experienced. I was driven to explore the beauty of this woman's body in every possible way. I moved my lips from hers and slowly kissed my way down over the warm silky flesh of her throat, delighting in the soft sensual fragrance of her skin. It glided under my lips like warm silk. I continued moving down over her shoulders, finally reaching her heaving breasts. Their flesh was firm and pliant and she reacted enthusiastically to my kisses by pushing the silky mounds up to meet my adoring lips. As I kissed them, I squeezed them lovingly, coaxing the nipples to stand, sensitive and erect. I took each nipple between my lips and sucked it gently, caressing the tip with a loving tongue. Then I began to suck harder, pulling the entire nipple along with its plump areola and a portion of the sensitive surrounding flesh, deep into my mouth. Brian and Nurse Brenda Brenda seemed to be lost in the lust filled steam that our lovemaking had created. She laid on her back as I eagerly explored her body with my hands and my lips. All the while, she had one hand on the back of my head, pulling my lips closer to her breasts. The other hand was wrapped possessively around my cock. She was fascinated by its corpulent hardness and slowly stroked it, up and down its entire length, marvelling at the powerful feeling of an excited erect cock for the first time in her life. I methodically felt, touched, kissed and squeezed each part of Brenda's beautiful body. My lips moved down over her firm tummy, down over her hips and along the outer line of her shapely thighs. When I reached her knees, I gently moved my knees between her legs, spreading them apart to allow easier access to the firm white flesh of her inner thighs and the golden blonde bush her pubic mound. I kissed the inside of each thigh from her knees all the way up to her succulent vulva. Her bush had a slightly musky aroma that I found absolutely titillating. The moist heat rose from between her legs like a sensual perfume, adding fuel to the libidinous fire that was already consuming me. I reached up and, with my thumbs, gently parted her pubic hair to expose her swollen pink labia. I spread them gently apart, revealing the long pink slit the lay between. I could see the swollen head of her clitoris and the wet, pink lips of her inner labia folded over the entrance to her virgin vagina. I began to lick along the entire length of her labial crease. It felt provocatively slippery beneath my tongue and tasted arousingly sweet with just a hint of saltiness. With each of my long caressing licks, her hips rose up off the bed, reaching hungrily and with unashamed need for the electrifying touch of my tongue. The flood of lubricating effusions from her vagina increased with each arousing caress of my tongue. It mixed with my saliva and began to flow, in a thick frothy ooze, down the channel of her labial crease, down over her perineum, and finally disappeared into the crease of her buttocks. Brenda was still lost in a fog of never before experienced desire. She was now pulling demandingly on the back of my head with both hands, trying to coax my tongue deeper into the fleshy folds of her pudenda. Her breath was coming faster with each caress of my hand and each touch of my wizardly tongue. I was sure that, at that moment, all she could think of was how wonderful it would be to feel my huge, rigid cock pushing deep into her waiting vagina. She wanted to feel its broad head smash through her hymen and fill her vagina with an ocean of boiling semen. I knew that she was just about ready for penetration, but I wanted to be sure that she would have an orgasm. It seemed peremptory that a woman who waited 44 years to have sexual intercourse should enjoy an earth shaking orgasm when she finally surrendered her virginity. I spread her labia even further apart and found the fleshy head of her clitoris between the upper folds of her labia. I sucked it into my mouth and closed my lips around the stubby base to hold it securely in place. Then I began to alternately suck and lick the tiny head. Brenda continued tugging insistently on the back of my head as she thrust her pubic mound impatiently up to meet my lips and tongue. She moaned in sensual anguish as she felt her orgasm getting closer. I quickly moved my mouth down to the fleshy lobes of her inner labia. I sucked them gently and caressed them lovingly with the tip of my tongue. Brenda spread her legs even further apart, waiting impatiently for the thrust of my cock. Instead, she felt the dagger like thrust of my tongue as I plunged it deep into her vagina. The sensation was so intense that she almost fainted. I moved it in and out of her, coaxing an ever increasing flood of lubricants to erupt from deep within her now fully distended vagina. I could feel the elastic membrane of her hymen as I moved my tongue in and out of her in coital rhythm. I was now sure that Brenda was ready. I lowered my chest onto her heaving breasts and pressed my lips against hers. "Are you ready sweetheart?" I asked breathlessly. Her equally breathless reply was immediate, "Oh God yes! I'm ready Brian! Do it now!" With that, I reached down and took hold of my steel hard penis and placed its turgid head against the entrance to her softly opened vagina. I moved my hips forward slowly, and felt the passion engorged head squeeze slowly between her swollen labia. She rolled her head to the side and moaned softly as I pulled out and then pushed back in, covering the head of my cock with the thick, slippery effusions from her vagina. I moved just the head in and out of her vaginal opening three or four times before I felt that there was sufficient lubrication to allow the least possible amount of discomfort when I fully penetrated her. Then, satisfied that she was completely ready, I pushed about halfway into her and felt a very slight elastic snap as the head of my penis pushed through her hymen. I heard her gasp in my ear as her innocence was lost for the first and last time. "Are you okay baby?" I whispered breathlessly. "Oh god yes! I have never been so okay. Don't stop now. I love what you're doing Brian!" My fears now totally eliminated, I pushed all the way into her. I felt the head of my penis pressing against her cervix and could feel the damp softness of her pubic hair pressing against my swollen balls. I began thrusting rhythmically in and out of her surprisingly tight vagina. It gripped my penis hungrily and I could hear her breath roaring in my ears as her excitement began approaching the level of an orgasm. I began increasing the tempo of my thrusting as I felt my own orgasm approaching. The hot, wet grip of her vagina was exciting every nerve ending in the tumescently engorged head of my cock and my balls were now distended with the huge volume of sperm they'd produced during our lovemaking. Seconds later, Brenda began shaking uncontrollably and her hips started to thrust urgently against the base of my penis. I could feel her vagina contracting as the first waves of her orgasm struck. It alternately tightened and loosened its covetous grip on the shaft of my penis. I felt the sting of her fingernails as she dug them into the flesh of my back. Finally, she was overcome by the awesome power of her orgasm as it reached its peak. "Oh my god! Oh fuck! Oh fuck Brian! I'm coming! Yes! Oh yes! The excitement of her frenzied orgasm was all it took to drive me over the edge. My balls pulled up tight against the shaft of my cock and I moaned helplessly as my own orgasm struck. I pushed urgently into her warm, wet vagina, as deeply as my cock could reach, as jet after jet of white hot semen exploded deep into her beautiful body. The sensation was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. I finally collapsed on top of her and whispered adoringly "Oh Brenda! God that was wonderful! I love you!" We laid there for what seemed like hours, gently kissing each other and caressing one another. Brenda told me how wonderful it felt to finally experience sex. It had felt so good. The orgasm she'd had was one of the most remarkable things that had ever happened to her. I told her that I'd had more than a thousand orgasms in my life, but I'd gladly forego all of them for the one that I'd just had with her. Finally, she sat up and swung her feet onto the floor. "I have to go Brian. My time is just about up. I'll never forget what happened between us tonight. It was the most remarkable evening I've ever had. She quickly pulled on her panties and bra. Then grabbed her uniform dress from the back of the chair by the wall. A tube of lipstick fell out of one of the pockets and she looked around the carpet to see if she could find it, but it was nowhere to be seen. She quickly pulled on her uniform and came back to the bedside. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. "Brian, you were wonderful. I couldn't have lost my virginity to a more gentle and loving man. Good luck with your test today." Before I could ask her when we could go on our dinner date, she was out the door and gone. I leapt out of bed and rushed over to the door and into the hallway. I looked both way, but she was gone. I just stood there, wondering how she could have disappeared so quickly. Finally, I turned and went back into my room. Morning would be arriving shortly but I didn't feel like getting up just yet. Instead, I went back to bed and laid there for about half an hour thinking about what had just happened. I'd met and had fantastic sex with the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and now I had to undergo testing to see if I had heart disease. This was a night that I'd never forget. I laid there for about half an hour, hoping Brenda might come back, but as the morning light began to creep through the window, I realized that wasn't going to happen. Finally, I closed my eyes and in minutes I was fast asleep. In what seemed like only a few seconds, I heard my name being called, "Brian, wake up, it's time for you to get ready for your test." I opened my eyes and saw a young nurse with a small box. She placed it on the table beside my bed and, in a sweet but authoritative voice, said, "Please put on the shirt and pants. They're designed to fit loosely so that electrodes can be attached to your chest and upper body. When you've got them on, press the buzzer and I'll come in and prep you for the stress test." I got up, took off my hospital pyjamas and pulled on the shirt and pants the nurse had given me. Both were without buttons and were secured only by cloth ties. Once they were on, I pressed the buzzer to summon the nurse. She was back in seconds and told me to lie down on the bed again. She immediately began sticking sensor connectors on my chest and upper body. As she did so, she explained, "This test is called a stress test and it will take between 10 and 15 minutes. You'll be told to run on a treadmill which will increase in speed as the test progresses. You'll be hooked up to a heart monitoring device which will give the doctor real time data on how well your heart is performing while the test is in progress. Do you have any questions?" "When do I find out the results of the test?" I asked. "You'll be told what the results are as soon as the test is finished," explained the nurse. "Now please put on the sneakers you were wearing when you arrived and I'll take you to the cardio testing area. Your test is scheduled to begin in just a few minutes." I quickly pulled on my sneakers and took a seat in the wheelchair that the nurse had brought with her. In less than a minute, I was at the front door of the testing room. The nurse pressed a buzzer and the door clicked open. Once in the room, she asked me to stand and then took my arm and guided me over to the large treadmill that stood in the center. A number of connections were made with cables that led from the machine to the sensors attached to my chest and upper body. Then the nurse put a blood pressure band around my arm and went over to a phone on the wall. She picked it up and, after saying a few words, hung up. Minutes later, a middle aged man in a white lab coat entered the room and came directly over to me. "I'm Doctor Phillips Brian. I'm a cardiologist and I'll be administering your test today. Do you have any questions?" "No." Brian replied, a high level of trepidation apparent in his voice. The doctor put his hand on Brian's shoulder and in a reassuring voice, said, "Don't worry. The test is totally non invasive and only lasts about 10 minutes." Now just step onto the treadmill and when I say, ' begin walking', start to walk at the same speed as the treadmill is turning. I'll be increasing the speed every minute or so and if you get tired or can't continue or begin feeling pain in your chest, tell me right away and I'll stop the treadmill. Do you understand?" "I understand." I replied and then stepped onto the treadmill and at the doctor's direction I began walking. Every minute or so the speed of the treadmill increased and in just a few minutes I was walking quite fast. A few minutes later, I had to begin jogging to keep up with the speed of the machine. A few more minutes passed and I had to begin running to keep up with the speed of the machine. Over the sound of the machine, I heard the doctor ask, "Do you feel comfortable enough to go faster Brian?" "Yes, I can go faster!" I replied. The machine reacted by speeding up even more. I was now running at a fairly brisk pace and my respiration rate had climbed very high. I wondered if I should be breathing so hard. Perhaps my heart isn't as healthy as I'd hoped. Less than a minute later, the treadmill began to slow down and within a few minutes, it came to a stop. I was breathing heavily as I stepped off the device. I was overheated and my body was soaked with perspiration. "Please have a seat by the desk Brian." the doctor said. "I'll be with you in just a minute." I sat down and watched the doctor going over the printouts being generated by the test equipment. A minute later, he turned and came over to the desk and sat down. "Your test is perfectly normal Brian," he explained. "There doesn't appear to be anything wrong with your heart. Your target heart rate was 180 and you actually exceeded that without difficulty. We had some concerns that the pain you were experiencing earlier might be angina. However, it's obvious now that that was not the case. There are several possible reasons for the pain, but my feeling is that you've likely experienced some discomfort that relates to stress or anxiety. Have you been subject to more than a normal amount of stress or anxiety recently?" "I suppose I have doctor," I replied. "My fiancée took a job in California a few months ago and I just found out about a week ago that she's moving in with her new boyfriend." The doctor looked a little surprised by my candid answer. "Well, that would be enough to give me shooting pains in my arm and neck Brian," he remarked. You might want to give some thought to seeking out some loss counselling." He reached out and patted my upper arm. "All of that aside, you're fit as a fiddle physically Brian and I'll be signing your release papers immediately. You can go back to your room, get dressed and check out right away." The nurse escorted me back to my room immediately. I could still smell the delicious aroma of Brenda in the room. I removed my hospital clothes and began to put on my own clothes. As I did so, I noticed that a ray of sunshine was coming through the window and was illuminating a shiny object on the carpet. I went over and picked it up. To my surprise, it was the tube of lipstick that Brenda had dropped while she was dressing earlier that morning. I shoved it into my pocket, thinking that I'd return it to Brenda the next time I saw her. Then I finished dressing and went out into the corridor. I followed the signs that led to the nursing station. When I arrived, I walked up to the counter where I was greeted by a pretty young nurse. She informed me that she'd just gotten the release order from Doctor Phillips. She smiled brightly and asked if there was anything more that she could help me with. "Is the nurse that was assigned to my room last night still here?" I asked. It struck me that I didn't know Brenda's last name. "Her name was Brenda." I added. "Brenda?" remarked the young nurse, "I'm sorry, but I don't know who Brenda is. I was just assigned to this ward, so I'm not familiar with a lot of the nurses' names. "Can I leave a message for her?" "Just thank her for me, I replied. "She was very caring and helpful." With that I turned and walked out of the hospital. When I got home, I called my job and spoke to the human resources manager. "It sounds like you've been through a very harrowing experience Brian," he said, with just touch of concern in his voice. " Why don't you take this week off and take it easy. We'll call it sick leave. It won't hurt you to get a little rest and relaxation. You've been working really hard for the past six months and we don't want you to burn out." I agreed that some time off might be just what I needed and thanked him for his concern. For some reason that I couldn't understand, I was a little reticent about contacting the beautiful nurse with whom I'd just enjoyed the most fantastic sex of my entire life. Perhaps I didn't want to appear over anxious. Then again, I did want very much to see her again. I decided to wait until midnight and then call the nursing station and talk to her. The day dragged like a ship's anchor. The hours passed slower than clouds on a windless day. I watched the clock in my apartment restlessly. I tried watching television, but there was nothing of interest being aired. I thumbed through some old magazines but there were no interesting articles. Finally, I decided to go in and work on a computer program I was designing. To my dismay, that also got old very quickly. This woman had a hold on me and I was becoming more and more anxious to reconnect and begin a relationship with her. At last, the clock reached 12:00 midnight and I quickly dialled the hospital's phone number. I asked the receptionist to put me through to the Cardio Care nursing station. A pleasant sounding young nurse picked up and said, "Cardiac Ward. How can I help you?" "Hi," I blurted out. "May I speak with Brenda please?" "What room is she in sir?" the young lady asked. "Oh, she's not a patient," I replied. "She's one of the nurses there." "Oh. Is she newly assigned to the Cardiac ward sir?" "I don't think so," I replied, a little exasperated. "I was a patient there last night and she was assigned to monitor my condition for her entire shift." "You were a patient in Cardio Care late night sir?" the young nurse enquired. "Yes, I had a cardiac stress test this morning. "My name is Brian Stewart." "Oh, yes. I see your name here Mr. Stewart. You were in room 333. But the roster doesn't indicate that a nurse was assigned to you. I don't recognize the name. I have a nursing list for the ward in front of me and there's no nurse by the name of Brenda. Are you sure you have her name right?" "I'm positive!" I replied, a touch of frustration evident in voice. "Are you sure that your ward list is current?" "Absolutely sir, but let me put you through to the nurse supervisor." The phone went silent for a moment and then began to ring. A second later, I heard a mature woman's voice. "This is supervisor Lennox. How can I help you?" I explained my dilemma to Ms. Lennox. When I'd finished, she said, "So you didn't get this nurse's last name Mr. Stewart?" "No. She told me that her name was Brenda and that she was 44 years old and graduated from nursing school in 1958. She has reddish blonde hair, very fair skin, stands about 5 - 4 inches and is quit trim and fit looking. In fact, she looks like she's only in her early 20s." My comments were followed by a long silence. "Are you still there Ms. Lennox?" I enquired. "Yes! Yes Mr. Stewart. I'm still here. I was just catching my breath for a moment." There was another long silence and finally she asked, "Is there any chance you could drop by the hospital and see me tomorrow night?" I couldn't understand why this person would want to see me, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to find Brenda. "I guess I could drop in. What time would be best for you Ms. Lennox?" "Why don't we make it 11:00 pm. Mr. Stewart. I'll meet you in the front lobby. I'll be in my nursing uniform with a light green jacket over it and I'll be wearing my name tag." "Ok!" I replied, "I'll see you then. I arrived at the hospital shortly before 11:00 and glanced quickly around the lobby. I saw a middle aged woman wearing a light green jacket over a nursing uniform. I went over to her immediately and said, "Hi. I'm Brian Stewart. Are you Nurse Lennox?" Brian and Nurse Brenda "I am, but you can call me Martha. I'm pleased to meet you Mr. Stewart. You're much younger than I expected. "Please call me Brian," I replied. "I'm 21 years old. So why did you want to see me Martha? Did I break a hospital rule by calling and asking for one of the nurses while she was on duty?" The woman looked at me curiously. Her eyes were uncertain, as if she was searching for the answer to a puzzle. "Oh nothing so mundane as that Brian. I just wanted to try and find out the identity of the nurse who introduced herself to you as Brenda. Would you mind describing her for me again?" "I'd be happy to," I replied. "I'd just like to find out who she is to thank her for taking such good care of me last night. She was very encouraging and made me feel much more relaxed about taking the stress test that I had this morning. "She has short reddish blonde hair. She's quite fit and trim with an attractive figure. She's 44 years old but looks my age. She has very pale skin with not a single wrinkle. She graduated from Nursing school in 1958. Does that help?" "It does!" she replied, with a look of disbelief on her face. "I had to talk to you just to make sure I wasn't having some sort of a mental meltdown Brian. The woman you describe sounds exactly like a nurse I worked with when I was just starting out more than 25 years ago. Her name was Brenda Fisher. Brenda was a beautiful red headed girl from the same part of the state as me. I was going into my third year at nursing school when she was just starting her first year. We met in the school's library and within a few months we were best friends. When I graduated, I came here to start my career. In the meantime, Brenda and I stayed in touch and remained very close friends, so when she graduated 23 years ago, she also came here to start her career. We were on the same shift and spent a lot of our spare time together." With that, Martha opened her purse and took out a large, framed photograph and handed it to me. "Please take a look at this photograph and tell me if you see anyone who looks like Brenda." I took the photograph and could see right away that it was old and slightly yellowed. It had the look of a photograph you'd see in your grandparent's family album. It was a picture of a large group of nurses. I scanned it carefully and to my amazement, saw Brenda standing at the end of the front row. "That's Brenda at the left end of the front row! I'd know her anywhere," I exclaimed excitedly. "So you know who she is and where I can get in touch with her Martha?" I glanced up and my excited smile disappeared when I saw the look of shock on Martha's face. "Brian," she said, in a voice trembling with shock, "that picture was taken 23 years ago. I had only been a nurse for 2 years and Brenda was brand new to the profession." My mouth fell open in amazement. "How could a woman grow 23 years older without changing in the least?" I asked. Martha asked me to sit down beside her and then put the photograph back into her purse. "I don't know what happened to you last night Brian, but the woman you saw couldn't have been Brenda Fisher," she said with a look of certainty on her face. "But that's her in your picture Martha. I'm certain of that. I positive that she's the same nurse who was assigned to me last night. Why don't you believe that?" Martha looked directly into my eyes and said "Brenda Fisher died 23 years ago Brian. She had just graduated from Nursing school and was engaged to be married to a young man by the name of William Jackson. He was a terrific guy. I got to know him very well as he came to visit Brenda almost every weekend while she was in nursing school. The three of us would often go out to a movie or go bowling together. He and Brenda were so much in love. He was an engineer. I remember how excited I was about their wedding. Brenda had asked me to be her maid of honor and I was so proud and happy." It was about a week before their wedding when William came to the hospital to pick Brenda up after her shift and drive her home. While they were on their way, William decided to check on a building that he had to certify and Brenda insisted that he take her along on the inspection. She was always very interested in William's job and wanted to know everything about it. Against William's better judgement, he took Brenda along on the inspection. While they were in the building, a device that supported a portion of the structure failed and the roof collapsed. They were both killed instantly." "It was such a shame. They'd been a couple since they were in high school and had decided early on in their relationship not to be intimate until they were married. It's so sad that they never got to experience the love that they'd denied themselves from the day they met." I sat there in shock. I couldn't believe that I'd met and fell madly in love with a woman who had died before I was even born. "Who was I with last night?" I asked aloud. "Did I fall in love with a ghost?" Martha appeared to be as confused as I was. "I don't know Brian. You weren't given any medication last night, so you couldn't have been hallucinating." "But I must have been hallucinating Martha," I replied insistently. "Brenda Fisher has been dead for 23 years and somehow I came up with the crazy idea that she spent the night with me in my hospital room. What other explanation is there?" The aging nurse stared at me with a puzzled look on her face. She was just as bewildered as I was by the unbelievable story I'd related. As she was looking at me, a look of shocked realization shot across her face. "My God Brian. I just realized that you look just like William Jackson. He had the same colored hair, the same physique, the same facial features and most of all, the same eyes. You could have been his twin." I couldn't believe my ears. "That's exactly what Brenda said. She told me that her fiancé looked just like me. And she told me the same story about William's death as you just told me, except she never said that she died at the same time as he did." We sat there in the lobby for about five minutes, saying nothing but mentally examining everything that had happened the night before. Finally, Martha sighed and remarked, "Life is full of mysteries Brian. We'll probably speculate on who or what you saw last night for the rest of our lives. Some mysteries are simply never solved." She was silent for a few minutes and then finally said, "All of this excitement has made my mouth dry. I'll have to pick up some gum before I go on shift." "Oh, please have some of mine." I said and reached into my pocket for the package of gum that I was never without. As I fumbled through my pocket, my fingers found a cold metal tube. I had no idea what it was and pulled it out. It was a tube of lipstick. "Oh my god!" I gasped and handed the lipstick to Martha, "This fell out of the pocket of Brenda's uniform when she was leaving this morning." Martha took the lipstick and when examined it, she looked like she was going to faint. ". " My God Brian. This is Renard's Scarlette Crème lipstick. It was the only lipstick that Brenda ever wore. It was expensive but she loved it so much she didn't care. She had to order it directly from the manufacturer in Paris because it wasn't carried by any of the stores in America." The old nurse started weeping silently as if she'd just met up with an old friend who'd been gone for decades. "Are you alright Martha?" I asked in a whisper. She looked up at me and with tears running down her cheeks sobbed, "Renards stopped making Scarlette Crème more than twenty years ago Brian. The unbelievable incident that I've just described, took place more than 35 years ago. I only saw Martha Lennox on a few occasions after our initial meeting, but she'd often phone to tell me about some incident involving Brenda that she'd just recalled. She passed away about 15 years ago, still haunted by my story of the mysterious visit from Brenda Fisher. My ex-fiancée quit her job in California and returned home about a year after breaking off our relationship. She called and told me that she'd suddenly realized how much she loved me and, because of that, couldn't continue the relationship with the man she'd met in California. I listened to her story with next to no interest and then told her to continue searching as I was sure that her Mr. Right was out there somewhere. I retired about six months ago and now I spend most of my days golfing and fishing. I never married. After the night of unbelievable passion that I shared with Brenda Fisher all those years ago, I knew I'd never find another woman who could so completely capture my heart. I dated along the way, but once you've tasted of fine vintage wine, you can't go back to drinking muscatel. The world is filled with mysteries that puzzle and bewilder us and change our lives forever. As the shadows grow longer for me, I wonder if I'll ever again look into the bewitchingly eyes of the owner of the old tube of Renard's Scarlette Crème lipstick that has rested on my night table for the past 35 years.