To The Hospital

I've gone this far with Eva already. I decide to stick with her until I know she's in good hands for sure. "I'm not leaving," I defy my infected friend. Eva slides one of her hands over the seat and wraps her fingers between mine. She stares at me with her soft, watery eyes, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Thank you so much, Brad... that means so much to me. I've never had a boyfriend as brave as you..." She sobs as she falls onto my lap. wrapping her arm around my back and holding on tightly. I fear for my own safety at first, but I am dressed and lathered up in antibacterial gel. I hold Eva's trembling body, stroking her shoulder gently to try and calm her. I try not to stare at her exposed waist, at her pretty, creamy skin, or further down at her round, luscious ass...

Shit! I turn away, hoping Eva doesn't feel my manhood growing stiff. "Try to nap," I tell Eva. "There's some traffic but we'll be at the hospital soon."

"I can't," Eva moans softly. "I'm too horny." She clutches at me tightly as if in great pain. "It's too strong... it's like being stuck right before orgasm... driving me crazy..."

I take a deep breath. "Maybe you should masturbate, to try and relieve some pressure." Eva doesn't let go.

"Right now?"

"Right now," I reply. In normal circumstances, I'd expect nothing less than a punch in the face.

"Okay..." Eva unclasps her fingers from mine and reaches down inside her jogging shorts. I watch as she strokes up and down, moaning. I have to reassure the cab driver that everything is okay, even as Eva's moans turn into muffled screams as she breaks into orgasm and begins to shake violently.

"Do you feel any better?" I ask. "I can't stop..." Eva moans, continuing to massage herself underneath her shorts. She looks up at me, her eyes matching mine. "You're so cute... god, why can't I have a boyfriend as sexy as you?"

"Shhh..." I try to calm her. "You should probably stop fingering yourself now..."

"I can't!" Eva cries. "Oh my god, it's so amazing... you have no idea..." There's no way I can hide my erection any longer. Even if I look away, Eva's moans and the sound of her running her fingers inside of her, swishing around in her cum keep me envisioning the busty beauty on my lap. Finally, I grab Eva's arms and hold them in as strong of a grip as I can muster. Her strength is astonishing and my arms grow exhausted, but at last, Eva stops struggling and shuts her eyes, panting.

"We're here," I say. I throw some twenties at the cab driver and pull Eva out of the vehicle, supporting her weight on my shoulder. I half drag her to the front doors where several medics ease her into a wheelchair.

"What's wrong?" One of the medics, a brawny forty-year-old man asks.

"She has the bimbo virus," I say, hoping I don't get laughed away. "I don't care what you think. She's not okay! You need to put her under right away or she might infect the staff!"

"That isn't regulation..." The man says, but all of a sudden Eva springs back to life, trying to leap at the man who set her down in the wheelchair. She is wrestled back down and injected with a needle. Within seconds she slumps down, out cold. "Are you with her?" The man asks. Mission accomplished.

Eva is in good hands now and I have not been infected. I could go now and try to resume your quest home. But I've also grown a certain attachment to Eva... I imagine her waking up in restraints, peering up at unfamiliar faces all around her. I could stay and comfort her, maybe even learn how I can help my wife Sarah recover from the virus. Although that may be a risk if she or any other Bimbo patients get free...