Sabrina Wicket, a divorced, unemployed nurse

Rob lay on his bed next to Stacy, the clumsy, giggling, horse-faced girl who had been his first return on the promise to 'lay it forward.' He would have never tried anything with her without his promise to Kelly, and really, it had been okay doing it with Stacy. He almost felt, well, powerful, making her come, and come again.

"Wow!" Stacy said. "That was great, Rob." She beamed at him.

Rob smiled. Stacy was still his sister's loud, plain friend, but he could see for the first time that a smile brought out the best of her features, making her almost pretty. "You should smile more." He couldn't resist adding, "And talk less."

"Well thanks a lot," Stacy said.

"I meant all your teasing. Even if it's all in fun, I never liked it."

There was a pounding on the door. "Did you do it? Are you done? Let me in!" Rob's sister called through the door.

"GO AWAY!" Rob and Stacy yelled. There was quiet. Stacy giggled.

"My sister is such a freak," Rob said. "And now she'll be bothering me all night. I wish I had somehere to go."

"You know..." Stacy said. "I think I know someone, you know. So you could lay it forward again."

"Huh? Who?" Rob asked.

"Sabrina Wicket," Stacy said.

"Nurse Wicket?" Rob asked.

"Right," Stacy said.

A couple of years back, from when Rob had been in school, he recalled Nurse Wicket as the fat, jolly, forty-and-some woman wearing loudly printed nurse's scrubs who had done guest lectures on sexual health to his school. He and his buddies had gotten a few laughs out of Nurse Wicket's visits, but he couldn't help but remembering the lessons.

"What's with her?" Rob said.

Stacy said, "My mother is friends with Ms Wicket. They're in the same water aerobics class and they go out for coffee after. Ms Wicket's husband ran off and then she lost her job and she's feeling really down. Lonely especially."

Rob thought of Kelly and his promise and he thought he'd better give it a try. If Ms Wicket really wanted it. "You think she'd go for it?" he asked.

"My mother said she should get out more, but Ms Wicket said she wanted to, but wasn't feeling pretty like she used to and it would just feel worse if she couldn't find anyone. Maybe if we brought her some dinner, you could tell her about that 'lay it forward' thing and see if she'd give it a go."

Rob's sister banged on the door again.

"All right, let's do it!" Rob said.

Stacy pulled a face. "You better grab a shower and change into something other than that skater stuff you always wear." She pulled out her mobile and dialed. "Mom, hi.. What's Ms Wicket's number..."

Rob grabbed some clothes and hit the shower, brushing aside his sister's teasing questions.

An hour later, he and Stacy were at the doorstep of Ms Wicket's flat with a bag of steaming take-away food.

Ms Wicket answered the door. She was still fat and frizzy-haired and dressed in brightly printed nurse's scrubs, but didn't look in the least jolly. Though she smiled to see Stacy and Rob, she looked weary and her shoulders slumped forward.

"I can't stay," Stacy told Ms Wicket, "But Rob's here like I told you."

"Thank you, dear," Ms Wicket said. "I'd love to have a little company for dinner." She brightened up a little as the scent of the food drifted up. "Mmmm, that smells delicious."

Rob followed Ms Wicket in, and Stacy left to go back home.

Ms. Wicket cleared a little round table by the barred window. She bustled into her tiny kitchen and returned with a pair of mismatched plates and some silverware.

There wasn't much talk over dinner, mostly "Would you be a dear and hand me...", "Please..." and "Thank you." Rob tried to remember his best manners, but when they began to fill up, Ms Wicket asked him what he'd been doing lately, and he lapsed into his usual speech.

"N'much, you know," Rob said. "Hanging with the mates, cuttin' air with the board."

She laughed.

"Can I help you clean up?" Rob asked.

"Bless you," Ms Wicket said, "I'd love a hand."

Ms Wicket's kitchen looked a bit neglected, the day's dishes sitting in the sink. He dodged this sort of thing as much as he could at home, but he figured this was a good cause. He grabbed a sponge and squirted on the dish soap and scrubbed and rinsed.

"What made you think of coming to see me?" Ms Wicket asked as she dried dishes.

"Partly I wanted to come see you, you know," Rob said, "to say thanks and all, you know for your lectures."

Ms Wicket smiled. "Thank you, Rob," she said.

"But partly because something happened to me that I wanted to ask you about," he said. He told Ms Wicket about his encounter with Kelly and her 'Lay It Forward' plan. "I feel, you know, like I want to do my part. To keep things going."

"It sounds like a very ambitious idea," Ms Wicket said.

"Yes," said Rob, "But it's the first time I've felt like I've done anything that could mean something big. Something important."

"How are you doing so far?"

"I still have to do my part," Rob said, neglecting to mention Stacy. "It's hard, knowing who to ask. Who would want it, and would want to pass it on."

Rob lay the last dish in the rack to dry.

"Are you sticking with it?" Ms Wicket asked. "You know it could lead to all sorts of trouble and misunderstandings, as well as good."

Rob swallowed. "Yes," he said. "So part of why I came here tonight was to ask you if you wanted to lay it forward."

Ms Wicket took a deep breath. "My goodness, what would that mean?"

"It would mean that there's someone who thinks you're pretty," Rob said, "and cares that you know it. And wants to show it by bringing you pleasure. Whatever pleasure you most want and need. And that there's power in pleasure to change the world. If you lay it forward." Rob hoped he wasn't laying it on too thick.

Ms Wicket's broad face coloured. She took another deep breath. "So to lay it forward, I'd have to find and ask three people I wouldn't normally consider?"

"That's how it works," Rob said.

"This is for real?" she asked, looking Rob in the eye.

"For real," he said.

Ms Wicket looked down at the front of Rob's trousers. "Why, you're not joking, you have an erection!" she said.

"All right," Ms Wicket said. "I want you to take off your pants, then undress me. If you're still hard when you see me naked, I accept."

"All right," Rob said.

Sabrina Wicket's small bedroom was more of a mess than the kitchen, but Rob couldn't claim his own was in any better order. She lit the small bedside lamps and turned to face Rob.

Rob smiled. "Remember, just ask me for whatever feels good to you," he said.

"Off with them!" she said.

Rob kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, opened and lowered his trousers, and removed his pullover shirt. He was standing naked in front of Nurse Wicket, still in her brightly patterned scrubs. He looked at her round face and full curves. He was going to do her. He was really going to do her. His erection hardened. He stepped forward.

"All right, now you," he said. He undid the two buttons under her collar and pulled the short-sleeved tunic up and over her full belly and breasts and up and off. Her brassiere opened in back. It took him a little bit, fooling with the five little hooks, to figure out how to remove it, but finally her warm, pale melons were released. Naked titties, and naked for him. He undid the bow-knot on her drawstring pants and lowered them down, removing her soft house slippers as he did. A warm, definite woman-scent touched his nose. She stepped out of the pants. And last of all, her satin stretch panties. Down, down, and off.

They stood naked facing each other. Rob's erection was firmly pointing up and towards the naked woman in front of him.

"Is that for me?" she asked.

"All for you," Rob said.

"It's beautiful," she said. "Come to bed with me. Just lay on top and let me feel it."

Ms Wicket pulled back the bedclothes and lay down, beckoning to Rob. He lay on top of her, his thin young skater's build sinking into her warm softness. His cock pressed into her belly.

"That feels so good, a hard cock pressing into me," she said. "A cock hard for me." She wrapped her arms around Rob and held him tightly, her warm body soaking in the feel of him. "Oh, get up, I want to feel that hard cock on every part of me," she said. Rob rose and kneeled on the bed next to her. "Just press it into me, everywhere, everywhere it's soft," she said.

Rob took his cock in his hand and pressed it into Ms Wicket's flesh, deep into her navel, her side, her arms, her cheeks, her nose -- she laughed at this -- her ears, her breasts. Ms. Wicket cupped her large breasts and squeezed them around Rob's cock, nodding for him to thrust into the warm, soft tunnel.

"Oh, you feel so good," she said. "Now my other side."

Rob got off so she could turn over. He took himself in hand again and pressed into her side, poking hard, teasingly. Then he poked the outside of her breasts, then down again, pressing the length of his shaft into the back of her thigh, her knee -- a giggle! -- and into her large, soft buttocks, deeply and deliberately on each side. He swung his leg over and straddled her, pressing his shaft shallowly between her buttocks, holding them together and thrusting along the cleft.

"Oh that's good!" she said. "Bring it back up, I want to taste it!" she said.

Rob swung off and kneeled next to her head, while she turned over on her side.

"So beautiful," she said. She took Rob's cock in hand and opened her lips, taking him inside her hot, wet mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmm." she hummed happily. She released him and took a deep breath. "God it's been so long," she said. "I want it in me. Can you take me from behind?"

"All right," Rob said. He'd never done it that way before, but he'd seen enough pictures and all.

She got on hands and knees facing the head of the bed.

Rob kneeled behind her fat buttocks and pressed his cock into what he thought was the right area of her moist, fleshy lips.

"A little higher, Rob," she said. "A little higher, oops, too high, start again...there!"

Rob's cock sunk into her. She was hotter and wetter than Stacy, even.

"Yes, fuck me Rob," she said. "Feed that beautiful cock to my hungry pussy."

Rob thrust into her from behind. It took a bit to get the angle right, and his cock fell out a couple of times before he got the hang of it. But finally he got a rhythm going, hearing her heavy breathing, feeling his shaft working her hot, wet tunnel, feeling her soft buttocks squish under him as he went deep. All too soon, he felt a throbbing at the base of his cock.

"I gotta stop or I'll come!" he cried. He pulled back. "Can I eat you out?"

"Yes, Rob, get me off and then get back in me!" she said.

Rob bent his head down and ate Ms Wicket's swollen, fleshy pussy lips. She wriggled her butt as his tongue worked its way in. He had to use his hands to spread her buttocks in order to get deep enough. Her taste was stronger than Stacy's but not bad. Her erect clitoris was easy to find, a round nub sticking out at his tongue. A couple of minutes of deliberate licking had her moaning and pressing back at him. Her hips quivered and she cried out with release. "Ah, ah, YES! Oh get back in, please!"

Rob was up, on, in, and fucking her hard, and within a few strokes, he joined Ms Wicket in crying out their mutual orgasms as he shot his seed into her spasming cunt.

Rob stayed up late with her, talking, and finally made his way home.