A Chickenpox Romance at the School Hospital

During my sophomore year, due to the damp and dark dormitory and the fact that my bedding wasn't aired out often, I contracted a severe case of chickenpox. I was unbearably itchy all over, had a high fever, and felt terrible. That's when I met Wang Xueru. I remember it was a sunny day, and I dragged my almost completely bruised body to the school clinic. Because it was Sunday, only Wang Xueru was on duty. Our campus was a branch campus, and the school wasn't very big, so there weren't many people seeking medical attention. The clinic was very quiet that day; it was just the two of us. As soon as I entered, I collapsed onto a bench, unable to stand up no matter how hard I tried. My stomach was churning, and I felt nauseous.

Wang Xueru, seeing my condition, knew it was serious and rushed over to help me. She touched my forehead—it was burning hot—and seeing my body covered in blisters, she knew what it was. She quickly prescribed medication and personally dispensed it for me.

After preparing the medication, she needed to help me to the hospital bed, but I was delirious with fever and unbearably cold. I couldn't hear her calling me at all. I only knew that she wrapped my arm around her neck and then struggled to move me little by little onto the bed. I smelled a faint scent of osmanthus perfume, and felt her soft flesh; the parts of her body that touched me felt very comfortable. I felt nothing else. After the IV drip started,

I fell asleep. When I woke up, I found myself still in the school hospital. Wang Xueru was sitting next to me. It was pitch black outside; it must have been late at night.

I didn't even know how I got there. Wang Xueru had taken off her doctor's coat and was wearing very simple clothes: hot pants and a crop top. I had never seen a middle-aged woman dressed like that before. From behind, Wang Xueru didn't look middle-aged at all. Her long, black hair concealed all the signs of age, making her look like a young girl. Although I had been to the school hospital many times before, I had never noticed her before.

When she saw I was awake, she smiled and said, "You're awake! Feeling better?"

Her voice was sweet, and she was very sweet herself.

I looked around; the dormitory lights outside the window were off, so I knew it must be past lights-out time. The dormitory building was locked up.

At that moment, Wang Xueru sensed my thoughts and told me she had already spoken to my department, and I could spend the night in the infirmary. I nodded helplessly, thinking I'd probably have to stay here alone all night, feeling a little dejected.

She saw my expression and said, "It's okay, I'm here with you, don't be afraid."

"Don't you need to go home?" I asked.

"No, this is my home. I live here; I don't have a home."

"No home? How is that possible?" I looked at her age; she was probably past the age of marriage and children.

Wang Xueru didn't have the aloofness often seen in people her age; on the contrary, she seemed very willing to approach a young man like me. Besides, I was a tall, handsome young man back then, very popular with women.

Our conversation began like this. We started by discussing my illness, and she told me to get plenty of sunshine and water, to bring down my fever first, and to pay attention to the hygiene of my bedding. Then, I steered the conversation towards her.

It was late, and I asked her where she slept, pointing to the hospital bed. She actually slept in a hospital bed every day.

She took off her shoes, still wearing her shirt, and lay down on the bed next to me, her long, white legs exposed. Her belly button was beautiful and clean. She drew the curtain between us, and we chatted through it. We talked about her life, and I asked her why she was staying in the hospital. She said she was divorced, had no children, and received no property in the divorce settlement. She couldn't afford to rent an apartment, so she had to stay in the hospital. Therefore, she usually took the night shifts, which the other doctors were happy to do because they didn't have to work night shifts.

I asked her why she got divorced. At first, she hesitated and changed the subject, but later we found we actually got along so well, and the distance between us gradually closed. She told me she was infertile, her husband was the only son in the family and wanted to carry on the family line, so he had found a younger and prettier woman outside, which she later discovered, leading to the divorce.

We might really be destined for each other; one night we were able to talk about anything. Of course, she had already drawn back the curtain between us. She was practically half-naked as she talked to me, face to face. Looking at her beautiful legs and her delicate feet with their red nail polish, my heart was pounding like a rabbit's.

My penis started to get restless, creating a small tent in my pants. I tried to hide it under the covers, but it was still quite high, so I had to hunch over, bringing my face even closer to hers.

We talked until late at night, but she still wasn't sleepy, and neither was I. Actually, who could sleep at this hour?

I saw her playing on her phone, seemingly chatting with someone. I asked if it was her boyfriend. She said not really, just a friend who kept trying to hit on her, but he was already married. She said she didn't want to be someone's mistress, but this guy kept trying to seduce her.

Men are most unfaithful at times like this, so I steered the conversation towards that aspect—what aspect? Sex, of course. At first, I asked rather subtly, "Aren't you lonely?"

She glanced at me, then playfully said, "Are you trying to ask if I feel bad when I don't have a man?"

I was surprised by her directness; a warm current ran through my lower body.

I said, "Yeah, people say forty is like a tiger."

She said, "Do I look like someone who lacks a man?"

I shook my head and said, "No, you must have a lot of men pursuing you."

"I just don't want to talk to them. They all want to push me onto the bed, have sex with me, and then leave. It's pointless."

She used the word "sex," which is normal for a man, but unusual for a woman. This woman was generally very open-minded.

I asked her to tell me about her private life. Given how close we were, she didn't hold back.

It was hot, and although I felt a bit chilly, she was still very hot. She actually pulled down her hot pants and top in front of me. Her panties were clean, pink, and very transparent, revealing some of her black pubic hair. She had large breasts, and her bra was very thin and revealing.

She playfully got onto my bed, and we squeezed together to chat. I was covered by the blanket, and she was naked outside.

I started asking some aggressive questions, such as how many times she could ejaculate in one night (women ejaculate too), how many men she had slept with, and when she lost her virginity. She wasn't annoyed at all and told me in detail about her romantic affairs, how she had slept with men in her youth, and how she used her body to get men's money.

At the climax, I involuntarily reached out and took her hand. She didn't resist and naturally took my hand back. She talked non-stop, but I don't remember anything after that because I was driven by lust and my eyes were fixed on her chest. I became bold and told her that I had never been with a woman before and asked if I could touch her. Of course, at this point, everything was just a natural progression. She said yes, but no further action was allowed. She spoke very casually, and of course, I wouldn't just touch her. I reached out and pulled her breasts out of her bra. She laughed and covered her chest with her hands. The more she struggled, the more excited I became. Finally, I pulled her into the bed. The rest is history. She cooperated very well, taking off her underwear and helping me take off my clothes. Because she had many blisters on her body, she was very careful when taking them off, as if I were her family. This fueled my lust even more. I told her I didn't know how to make love, and she laughed and said she'd teach me. I asked what I should call her, and she said if I wanted, I could call her "wife." She liked men calling her "wife" because it made her feel like she still had a family. So we started calling each other "wife" and "husband." I was eighteen that year, and she was thirty-eight. (First published on a sex forum

) I remember what happened afterward very clearly because it was my first time, my first time losing my virginity.

Middle-aged women are usually overweight, but her figure was surprisingly good. Perhaps because she hadn't had children, her body exuded a faint fragrance. She said she didn't want to get too close to me because showering in the hospital was inconvenient; she only showered once a week in the hospital's washroom, so she was afraid of having an odor. But at that moment,

I was so desperate that I didn't care about that. I kissed her neck, slowly sliding down—something I'd learned from porn. My tongue licked all the way to her vulva, and I pulled down her panties. My heart was pounding because I had never seen a woman's genitals in real life. Her genitals were clean, but perhaps because she hadn't showered in a long time, there was a faint smell of urine. I licked it with my tongue, and she let out a soft moan. This was the first time I'd ever heard a woman moan during sex. I kissed her genitals for a long time until she was very wet. She said, "Fuck me." I adjusted my body, and by then my penis was incredibly hard. After finding the entrance, I thrust in immediately. Since it was her first time, and Xue Ru was very cooperative, I ejaculated in less than ten minutes.

Xue Ru looked at me and smiled, then pouted. I felt a little embarrassed.

She said it was okay, that men usually feel this way the first time, and it would get better with time. After we finished, she didn't stop. Instead, she started licking the remaining semen from my urethra with her mouth. She licked my urethra little by little with the tip of her tongue, making me feel so itchy. This was my first time doing oral sex after sex, and I couldn't live without it ever since. After licking the outside clean, she started using her mouth to stroke my penis, like eating ice cream, going in and out, out and in again. Before long, my penis was hard again. She was definitely an expert and knew men very well. That night, we did it three times. By the third time, I was almost out of semen, and it was almost dawn.

Everyone was exhausted after a night without sleep. As dawn approached, I asked her what she would do when it got light since she hadn't slept all night. She said she wasn't on duty when it got light and would just find a small hotel to sleep in for a few hours. I felt a little sorry for her, so I gave her some money to find a better hotel to rest. She smiled, glanced at the money, and still accepted it. I don't know why she smiled. Maybe she was laughing at how naive I was back then.

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