Chapter Three

Saturday, May 23, 2020

The next morning, Rig awoke to cool wetness being gently rubbed across his body. He was hot, so hot that he felt like he would catch on fire if he didn’t get some relief soon. He groaned and opened his eyes to see Jasmine wiping his body down with a wet washcloth in one hand. Her other hand was wrapped around his rigid cock, stroking it softly. Seriously!? Even sick, he had this big of a hard-on!?!? If it hadn’t been for him feeling like utter fucking roadkill, her ministrations on his shaft would feel amazing. As it was, however, it just felt like a pleasing side effect of what he knew had to be a fever.

“What–” he started, but Jasmine cut him off.

“Shhhh,” she said as she placed a finger on his lips. “You’re burning up, Master. You have a temperature of one oh two point two. I called the hospital, and they’re expecting you. In the meantime, they told me to wipe you down with a cool, wet rag until I could get you up there. Do you think you can stand?” Concern painted her gorgeous face.

“I–” he started to say. He looked down at her hand, slowly jacking him off. “Not like this,” he grumbled out an uncomfortable chuckle. He could barely keep his eyes open; he felt so bad. He felt her move down between his legs, and then cool wetness enveloped his cock. He peeked out of one eye to see her head bobbing up and down on his shaft, her hand moving up and down in a matching rhythm.

He moaned at the sensations. Pleasure and pain battled for his attention as her mouth worked him. It was an interesting twist. On the one hand, he knew that her mouth should have been warm. Yet, it was cool. The fever was indeed high, then. She suckled on the head, her tongue rolling around the rim, causing him to jerk slightly in pained pleasure as her hand twisted up and down on his shaft.

On the other hand, though, he felt like utter dog shit wrapped in a paper bag and lit on fire. Although, as inexperienced at sex as she was, she was an absolute master…mistress??…whatever, it didn’t matter at this point…at sucking cock and soon had him blowing his load in her mouth. She sucked him dry, swallowing every drop of his cum. He started to pull her towards him.

“Your turn,” he said, not feeling like it, but it was only fair she get pleasured as well.

She pulled away from him and shook her head. “I don’t need one,” she giggled, winking at him, and climbed off the bed to get him some clothes. “Besides, you’re too sick for it to be pleasurable for me anyway. I might not even get off because I’ll be too concerned about you.”

He didn’t have the strength to argue with her. Not that he would have, anyway. He did feel a bit better after his orgasm. She returned and helped him to the side of the bed as she started dressing him.

“Gotta call Sal,” he said, sitting up and sneaking a grope for her pussy. “She’ll know what to do.” She looked at him, confused, for a moment. “She’s one of my brokers and gets loads for my drivers. I trust her to take control of my company whenever I’m indisposed.” He wavered slightly, and she grabbed him by the arms, holding him steady. He nodded. “Will you get my cell for me?” She went to grab it and, returning, handed it to him. He placed the call.

“Rig!” Sally answered. “Are you ok? You never call me from your cell unless something’s wrong. What do you need?”

Rig chuckled to himself. Ever the intuitive one, Sal. “Sal, I’ve got a pretty high fever and am headed to the hospital. I assume they will test me for the virus, and I may be out of commission for a while. Can you take over for a couple of weeks until I can get back on my feet?”

“Is the ambulance there yet? You’re not driving, are you?” she worried.

Rig looked at Jasmine and pointed to her, then the phone. She nodded. “No, Sal. I’ve got a new, er, roommate, and she’s driving me.”

“She, huh?” Sal asked mischievously. All the time quick on the uptake, Sal was nobody’s fool.

“Yeah, Sal,” Rig answered. He put it on speaker and pointed it to Jasmine.

“Hi, Miss Sally. I’m Jasmine,” she introduced herself. “Nice to meet you.”

“Miss Sally!!” Sal tittered. “Oh, honey, keep that up, and we’re gonna get along just fine! You take care of my boyfriend dearie, you hear?” she asked playfully.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jasmine answered, playing along. “I’ll keep you updated as I get information.”

Sal got serious. “Okay, sweetie. And don’t worry about a thing, Rig, baby. I’ll take care of everything while you’re down.”

“You’re a gem, Sal, as always,” Rig replied. “Let everybody know to go through you before coming to me this time, will ya? I’ll make sure you’re duly compensated, as usual.”

“Oh, honey, we’ll work out all the details later,” Sally answered. “You just concentrate on getting better.”

“Will do, Sal,” Rig said. “What would I ever do without you, babe?” he asked playfully.

“Work yourself into the grave, maybe,” Sal answered, playing right back. “Take care, sweetie. And Jasmine, I’ll be looking for your call when you know what’s going on with our man here.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jasmine replied, smiling. “As soon as I know something, you’ll know something.”

They said their goodbyes, and Rig ended the call. “Okay,” he stated, “let’s see if we can get me up and walking.” She helped him stand, and he swayed on his feet momentarily before righting himself. He made it outside with Jasmine’s help, and he folded himself in her itty bitty car. “Jeez, how do you fit in this thing?” Rig asked.

She shrugged. “It may be small, but it’s just my size.” She winked at him as she pulled out of the drive and took off down the road.

They got to the hospital and saw a wheelchair waiting for them. They donned their masks, and Jasmine helped peel Rig out of her passenger’s seat and got him in the wheelchair. They got into the foyer of the ER and signaled they needed assistance. A nurse promptly came out and got Rig checked in. Then, they were allowed into the waiting room.

A few minutes later, he heard his name. “Rig Johnson?” the nurse called. Jasmine stood up and started to wheel him back when the nurse stopped them. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” she apologized. “But you’ll have to wait out here.”

Rig spoke up immediately. “The hell she is. She’s coming with me.”

“Sir,” the nurse began, “your daughter will have to stay in the waiting area until you’re finished. It’s hospital policy during the pandemic. No one is allowed in back except spouses and significant others.”

“Well, then, let’s get going,” Rig said, a bit more haughtily than he intended. He was feeling like shit, and he was quickly losing his patience. “She’s my girlfriend, not my daughter.” Rig noticed Jasmine’s eyes widen, and she blushed at his proclamation, but she didn’t say anything.

The nurse’s eyebrows rose visibly before she composed herself. “This way, please.”

She started walking towards the back, stealing glances of disapproval now and again at the couple behind her. They arrived in a room, and after taking his vitals and verifying why he was there, the nurse put his ID wristband on his wrist and left the room. Rig laid down on the bed and closed his eyes while Jasmine sat next to him, holding his hand.

He ripped off his mask and threw it across the room. “I hate these goddamned things,” he complained. “Can’t breath in them.” Jasmine pulled her mask off and, after picking Rig’s mask up off of the floor and putting them in her pocket, returned to her place beside his bed just as someone knocked on the door.

The doctor came in and pulled up short just inside the door, taking a deep breath through her nose. Jasmine noticed her cheeks flush before she sat down on the little rolling stool in the room and cleared her throat.

“Rig Johnson?” she asked, voice a bit husky. Rig could only nod. “I’m sorry. I know you’re not feeling well, but can you verify your birthday for me?” She scanned the wristband the nurse gave him as he answered her. Jasmine, meanwhile, also couldn’t miss the fact that her breathing had quickened, and she was squirming slightly in her seat. “I’m Dr. Shannon Wilson.”

Rig opened his eyes and took in the doctor, then smiled. She was good-looking. Beautiful, even. With short, platinum blonde hair styled in a pixie cut over an oval face with high cheekbones, a well-defined jawline, and thin lips that Rig just wanted to bite. She had long eyelashes hovering over bright, opal-blue irises that made his heart skip a beat, even in his ill state. She had a long neck that sat atop a torso that would make a model turn green with envy. He couldn’t see much of her torso’s definition because of her lab coat, but he could tell that her breasts were big, but not so big as to be overly disproportionate to her body. She wore a thigh-length navy blue skirt that wrapped around her wide hips, perfectly displaying her impossibly long, shapely legs.

He looked down at her feet. Stilettos? Seriously? She must not have planned on being here very long. He looked back at her face to see that she was blushing while looking down at his chart. She looked up at him, and his heart stopped beating for a second again. He laid his head back on the pillow. [The fuck is wrong with me!?] he chastised himself. [Jasmine is sitting right fucking there!!]

“Okay,” the doctor said. “We’re ordering a virus test for both of you. After that, I’ll be able to decide how best to proceed, but either way, I’m ordering bed rest through the weekend and plenty of fluids. Push as many as you’re able to.” She pointedly looked at Jasmine. Jasmine nodded. “The nurse will be in to administer the test shortly.” Rig noticed the doctor seemed a bit flushed as she got up, and while trying to be calm about leaving, she failed miserably as she all but bolted out of the room.

“Well, that was weird,” Rig said.

“She’s a bit young to be a doctor, don’t you think, Master?” Jasmine asked.

“Rig in public,” he corrected. “And yes, I have to agree. She’s, what, maybe thirty? If that?”

“Sorry,” Jasmine apologized. “But yeah, that was my thought as well. Maybe it’s because she’s so young, but did she seem flustered to you?”

He waved her apology away. “I thought…maybe. I don’t know. I feel like a shit salad with a side of diarrhea.”

Someone knocked on the door again, and as it opened, a nurse much younger and prettier than the one that led them back came into the room and stopped, staring at Rig. She also inhaled deeply through her nose. Rig eyed her up and down as well. Although she had on scrubs, they seemed tight enough to get a feel for her body type. He’d describe her as a bean pole, albeit a pretty one. Long, thin legs. Narrow hips with an even slightly slimmer waist. Small, almost nonexistent, titties but a nice, round ass. A thin face with a pointed nose and puffy lips. Adorable fawn-like brown eyes and short, dark brown hair barely passed her shoulders. She smiled at him, seemingly coming back to herself.

“Rig Johnson?” she asked while scanning his wristband.

“Only one I know of,” he replied with a grin.

She giggled slightly, blushing. “I’m Felicity Townsend, and I’ll be administering your virus tests.” She gloved up her hands and picked up a small, plastic vial with a long, round stick with a wad of cotton attached to the end, showing it to him. “Would you please verify your information is correct on the side of the vial?” He nodded that it was. “Have you been tested before?” He shook his head, but Jasmine nodded hers. Rig noticed her grimace before turning back to Felicity. “So, what I’m going to do,” she explained, “is to swab the back of your throat, as far back as I can get, then in your nostril as far back as I can go.”

“With the same swab!?” he asked incredulously.

“Of course not, silly,” she stated, giggling. “Ready?” His face turned sour, but he nodded. “Okay, handsome, open wide.” Her face flushed slightly. Rig opened his mouth, and she stuck that damn thing down his throat, literally, and swabbed it around. She stuck it so far back he started to gag. She pulled it out and, using her other hand under his chin, closed his mouth. She winked at him flirtily as she placed the swab in its little plastic container and snapped it off. She snapped it shut and put it on the tray.

She grabbed another swab and, winking at him again, stuck it up his nose. It went back, back, kept going back until he could feel it at the back of his nostril, almost to the back of his throat. She swirled it around for a second, then pulled it out as she grabbed a towel off of her shoulder that she had brought with her and put it to Rig’s face. He grabbed it and immediately started sneezing. He must have sneezed for a good thirty seconds.

When he finally stopped and pulled the towel away, there were tiny droplets of blood on the towel. His eyes went wide as he looked at her in horror.

“That’s normal, hon,” she said as she put the swab in the vial and broke the end off, closing it. Rig quirked an eyebrow at the terms of endearment she so casually directed his way. She blushed again and shied away, looking toward Jasmine.

“Ready?” she asked as she grabbed another swab and winked at Jasmine playfully. Jasmine looked green but nodded and opened her mouth. Rig couldn’t help noticing that Jasmine didn’t gag, like, at all, when that damn thing tickled the back of her throat. She gave Rig a sidelong glance and winked at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Felicity pulled back and closed that swab. She grabbed the second of Jasmine’s swabs, placed her fingers on Jasmine’s chin, and tilted her head back slightly. Rig looked stunned when Felicity winked at him and kissed Jasmine lightly on the lips before jamming that damn stick up her nose.

Jasmine looked even more shocked and didn’t even sneeze when Felicity finished up with her and gave Rig some ibuprofen. He took it and watched her wiggle her ass at both of them when she left the room, glancing over her shoulder as she closed the door.

Rig snapped his mouth shut as he looked at Jasmine. She had her fingers to her lips with a look of absolute disbelief. She looked at him, and then she blushed to her roots. Then, a look of absolute terror crossed her features as she went suddenly white as a sheet. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t…I don’t…I’m….”

Rig put up a hand to stall her needless explanations. She quieted and looked down at the floor. That’s when the sneezes started, and they didn’t stop for a full minute. She hurriedly snatched the towel from Rig’s hands as the first sneeze loudly left her gorgeous lips. Rig laughed. He couldn’t help it. The timing was so funny to him, and he just lay there, laughing while trying not to because every time he did, his head throbbed.

When they both calmed down, Rig said, “Was the kiss unwelcome? Did you enjoy it?”

She wondered about it for a moment. “No,” she finally answered. “I did like it. But I didn’t get permission from you first.”

“Did you initiate the kiss?”

“Well, no.”

“Did you kiss her back?”

“Not really.”

“What do you mean, ‘Not really’?” Rig asked, confused.

“Well,” Jasmine started shyly, “when her lips touched mine, it was almost second nature to pucker my lips slightly. I was just so shocked it was an automatic reaction.”

“Then you have nothing to apologize for,” he reassured her. “Besides,” he winked, “I thought it was kinda hot!”

Her eyes went wide, and she looked down at his crotch to confirm. Yep, he was pitching a tent in his shorts. She blushed again, deeply. “I’d, uh, say that you’re not all that sick if you’re sporting a flagpole downtown, except I took your temperature this morning, and you were sprouting a pretty big piece of wood then, too.” She giggled.

He looked down at his crotch and back up. He grinned. “I didn’t hear you complaining as you drank from the tap.”

“Goddammit,” she said as she placed a hand over her eyes and blushed an even deeper shade of red, if that was feasible. He roared with laughter before stifling it with a moan of pain.

About an hour later, there was a knock at the door, and the hot nurse came back in, followed by the even hotter doctor. They both blushed profusely as their gazes trailed over Rig’s crotch. He was still pitching a tent in his shorts. His erection hadn’t gone down yet, and he couldn’t decide what was worse, the pain from the blue balls or the fever still burning up his body. [Wait, why are they blushing?] he thought. [They see things like that all the time, right?] He tabled that wondered for another day.

“So,” Dr. Wilson cleared her throat uncomfortably, stealing glances at Rig’s hard-on through his shorts, “both of your tests returned positive.” Felicity was biting her bottom lip and eyeing Rig’s cock like she was about to pounce on it. “You’re both going to have to, um, self-quarantine,” she took a deep breath as she fanned herself, “whoo, for no less than ten days. Is it hot in here?” Dr. Wilson said to nobody in particular, then went on. “I’m prescribing you some ibuprofen for the pain and fever, and I want to see you back here as soon as your quarantine is ov- oh!!!”

She gasped, and Felicity whined and bit her bottom lip in apparent longing as Rig suddenly pulled his shorts down, his cock springing upward. Both women squirmed where they stood, and Rig could smell their arousal. He couldn’t differentiate between the two, but there was a definite aroma of honeysuckle and musk. His cock hardened further, and the women’s breathing quickened.

Rig looked at Jasmine. She also was squirming but with an amused smile on her face. Rig winked at her. She gave him a sly grin. “Everything okay, doctor, nurse?” she asked playfully.

They both started at the question. “Um,” Felicity said. “I don’t…” she paused.

“Think I can, um, concentrate…you know…right now,” Shannon finished.

“Agreed,” Felicity said, licking her lips. “I mean, well…oh fuck it!” She threw up her hands in exasperation. “I-I want his cock!! There, I said it!!”

Shannon nodded her head in agreement. “So do I.” She blushed deeper as she stared at it. “I don’t know why, but I want to suck on it and feel it going in and out of my mouth until it spurts hot cum down my throat.” She bit her bottom lip now, blushing profusely but with a coy look on her face. “You know,” she said, her voice suddenly husky with lust, “if it’s been like that for a while, it could be detrimental to your health if it isn’t taken care of, possibly ending in permanent damage to the penile tissue.”

Rig raised an eyebrow at her. “Really?” he asked with a knowing grin.

“There are many ways to treat the problem, but the most common is to…ummmm,” she said as her ‘um’ turned into a moan. She looked at Rig and licked her lips. She reached out for it. “May I?”

He looked at Jasmine and, seeing her nodding eagerly, looked back to Shannon and nodded. She walked over and placed her hand around it. She started stroking it softly. Then she leaned down and placed her lips around the head, and suckled slightly.

Rig moaned in pleasure as Jasmine calmly got up, walked to the door, opened it, looked around, then closed and locked it. She pulled a chair over to the door and, placing it in front of the door facing the bed, removed her shorts and panties before sitting down. She spread her legs and, putting her middle finger deep inside her pussy, pulled it out and started fingering her clit as Shannon’s head bobbed up and down on Rig’s cock.

Felicity just stared, open-mouthed, at what was going on. Jasmine moaned deep from her throat, and Felicity turned, gaping at Jasmine’s naked pussy being worked over by her fingers. Jasmine looked at Felicity, then looked down at her pussy, a silent invitation. Felicity hesitated briefly before gonna her knees before Jasmine’s glistening snatch. She pushed Jasmine’s hand away as she dove in, licking her pussy like a pornstar.

She was definitely experienced at it, licking her folds like her tongue was a hot iron, and Jasmine’s pussy needed to be pressed. Jasmine moaned even louder as her breathing quickened. “Oh, god. Oh fuck, yes! Oh, god, Felicity, you are so good at this!!” She ran her fingers through Felicity’s hair. “How are you so fucking GOOD at this!?” she whined, moaning louder.