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Pretty in.... Pink?	By : victoria82 Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 4738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Trent?” Daria knocked on the door to his room. He hadn’t rung for her yet but she figured there wasn’t any harm in just coming up to check on him. There was no answer. Daria almost shrugged and left figuring he must have been asleep when a strange feeling of foreboding stopped her. It was eerily quiet. Given that Trent’s illness was respiratory if he were asleep he’d be snoring the walls down.

Heart pounding, Daria opened the door and found her fears at least partly well-founded.

Trent lay in bed, his eyes open but glassy as he stared at the ceiling, his body shivering with frightening violence. Daria approached the bed and took her hospital-issued ear thermometer out of her apron pocket.

She took his temperature and gasped at the reading. “106!” Daria shivered herself as she recalled that casual joke of hers to her mother about something like this. She never thought it would actually happen. She dashed out of the room and down the hallway hollering as loud as she could.

“Doctor! Nurse! Anyone?! Please come to room 144 now!” But everyone seemed to have disappeared. Daria knew they had to be there but no white coats came running.

“This is the fucking twilight zone!” Daria screamed to no one in particular. “Ok...” she made herself calm down. “I’ve just got to get the fever down.” She turned on a hospital supply closet and pulled at the doors finding them locked. “Perfect!” Her eyes roamed frantically over the hallway until she spotted an ice machine and an empty bucket in an open janitor’s closet. She grabbed the handle and ran to the ice machine where she filled the bucket up to the brim.

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Daria had no idea how Trent had ended up in a room with a private bath but she was sure glad he had one now as she turned on the cold tap and dumped in the ice from the bucket. As the tub filled she ran back out to where Trent was. His body convulsed as she removed the blankets from him.

“I’m sorry, Trent but I have to.” She said. It really was an unfathomable paradox. He shivered as though about to freeze to death and all the while his slender form was an inferno.

Daria closed her eyes and slipped the nightshirt from him and then scolded herself for being stupid. “You can’t get him into the bathroom with your eyes shut.” She fought down her qualms and embarrassment and forced her eyes open. There was not time for gawking at the moment anyway. She slipped her arm around his waist and half- carried him to the bathroom, grateful he was so light.

Upon reaching the tub, Daria took a deep breath and carefully lowered him into the icy bath, anxiously watching him for signs of shock she’d been trained to recognize during orientation. She saw none but when he was half- immersed, Trent screamed in pain from the frigid water and coughed hard. He would have fallen the rest of the way if Daria had been holding him arm any less tightly.

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I’m sorry, Trent...” She repeated over and over again, close to tears as she settled him in as carefully as she could. “I have to... I’m so sorry.” Thin, trembling arms embraced her around the neck and she hugged him back. “You’ll be all right.”

“Daria...” Trent mumbled around chattering teeth. “What’s happened?”

“It’s ok, Trent.” Daria spoke in the most soothing tone she could. “Your fever spiked and I have to bring it down.”

“Oh... had a weird dream.”

“Tell me about it.” He sounded faint and sleepy and Daria decided it might be best to keep him talking.

“I dreamed... I was one of the musicians aboard the Titanic. It was cold... dark and then we sank and... hit the icy water. heh. Guess this explains why the last part was so vivid.” He coughed. Daria took his hand and squeezed it firmly.

'He’ll be all right...' she told herself. 'He’s coherent... no sign of shock. I just wish I had some damn idea of how long to leave him in here.'

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Daria found her questioned answered as Trent’s teeth ceased to chatter and his shivering became much less violent . His forehead felt considerably less hot under her hand. “I think I can take you out now, Trent.”

He nodded. “Ok.” Daria hesitated. “What?”

“Well...” Daria blushed. “You’re um... kind of... er...”

“I’m naked in here, aren’t I?” Daria nodded, her cheeks crimson. “But you were the one who undressed me in the first place, right?”

“You were practically unconscious... it’s a little different.”

“Daria...”

“All right, all right!” Daria got up and taking Trent’s arm helped him up out of the bath. Her other arm steadied him around his waist as he stepped up over the rim. She grabbed a couple of towels as they headed back to Trent’s bed. She laid one of the towels down on the bed and had him lay on it.

Daria held the other towel and groaned in embarrassed dismay. She felt she had to lay him down on his back, fearing further constriction of the lungs otherwise. Of course that left the front half of his naked body facing her. Even in the present circumstances, Daria could not help but feel a little turned on. He was just as she imagined he would be, slender, pale... just enough chest hair to be masculine but far from a human gorilla. She took a deep breath and began drying him off. No matter what she was feeling at the moment, she could not let him lie there wet and get chilled.

Daria made herself rub the towel over his limbs with a firm touch meant to generate some heat into the skin. Apparently she’d generated a little more than intended. She dropped the towel, her mouth hanging open slightly at the seven and a half inches of erect cock standing in front of her eyes. “Oh my God.”

Trent looked up and raised his eyebrow a little. “Well at least I know something still works.” He grinned at Daria. “You do look damn cute in that uniform. I’d better do something about this.”

“Let me...” Daria blurted out without thinking.

“You sure?” She nodded. The grin widened. “Go ahead.”

Daria reached out a hand that gradually became less tentative as it grew accustomed to stroking the hard length. Soon she used both hands with one sliding down to the base and back up again while the other toyed with the head.

Trent cocked his head back and moaned softly. “Oh, God Daria....”

“Oh you like that?”

“Love it!”

Daria straddled herself over Trent’s thighs so she could concentrate her strokes better. Her cunt throbbed and she could feel it getting wet an she pleasured him.

Long fingered hands reached up and unbuttoned the top of Daria’s uniform before snaking under the cups of her bra and stroking and pinching gently at the nipples of her breasts. Daria moaned a little herself. She felt she could almost come off from that alone, such was the skill of his guitar playing hands.

“What, is that making you wet?” He asked, his voice soft and raspy.

“Yeah...” Daria breathed.

“God I want to touch you there...”

“I’d like you to but these damn hoes.”

“Panty hose... invented by Satan.” Trent grumbled briefly but appeared to be quickly consoled as Daria cupped her hand under his balls and gave a firm bu gentle squeeze. “Fuck, Daria.” He gasped as his cock jolted.

“Not possible at the moment I’m afraid.” Daria said a little ruefully. “But how about this for now?” She lowered herself down in front of him until the tip of his manhood touched her lips. She let it through sucking and teasing gently with her tongue. It was extremely warm, the skin silky and the taste mildly salty. She felt Trent’s body tense at her oral stimulation, especially as she sucked a little harder, taking a bit more in.

She wasn’t certain exactly how long this went on before she felt Trent’s thighs shake. He was close. Daria paid no heed and continued until his hips bucked sharply forward. He moaned a little louder than before, ejaculating hard down her throat.

Daria swallowed the cum, relishing the taste of him and smiled as she felt the tension leave his body. She got up and fetched Trent’s night shirt. As she helped him back into it she remarked,

“Well Trent, guess you owe me an orgasm now.”

“An orgasm?” Trent gave her an incredulous look. “Daria, I might possibly owe you my life!”

“Well five then... we’ll call it even.”

Trent laughed. And coughed.

The end.
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