Trisha is a sex educator for pregnant women.

Jodee's housemate and ride home Trisha steps in, carrying a couple of bulky shoulderbags.

"Hi Jodee," Trisha says. Her voice is low, sweet and soothing.

"Hi Trisha, here he is," Jodee says.

Trisha puts down her shoulderbags and gives Jodee a hug. "Hi, li'l sis," Trisha says.

They don't look like actual sisters, but Trisha also has red hair and blue eyes. She's a little taller than Jodee, and one step more curvy in the T and A department. Trisha is wearing a soft knit dress, a scarf and a string-of-green-stones necklace.

"Mmm, you give good hugs," Jodee says. "We should have you helping with therapy."

"Isn't that why you asked me up?" Trisha says. She looks to you. "Poor man, trapped there in bed. It sounds like you've just had the worst luck today. So have I. My guy broke up with me with a text this morning. I'd say you could make it up to me on behalf of all men, but it looks like you're suffering enough already."

You sigh and give Trisha a half-grin. "What I get for trying not to fall on top of Patty."

"Oh, what happened?" Trisha asks.

You say, "Patty was on the step-ups to my truck cab. She'd insisted on giving me a welcome home blow job before my feet even touched the ground. Her foot slipped and we went tumbling out, and about the only thing I could do was manage to push off so I didn't fall on top of Patty and squash her flat. She ended up with just a broken ankle, so I guess it was sort of worth the trade."

"Patty is his truck dispatcher. His wife is Mary," Jodee says.

"Oh ho," Trisha says.

Jodee does some actual nurse-like things, checking the vital signs displays. "How's your pain?" she asks.

"Fine," you say. "You've been all over that since you picked me up."

"How'd your class go, Trisha?" Jodee asks.

"Pretty good," Trisha says. "I had some good questions. Some evenings can feel pretty bad if you have several women who end up with a mismatched sex drive from their husbands. Or, I suppose, from the father of their child. Seeing more pre-marital pregnancies now, higher up in age and income."

You blink.

"I do sex education with pregnant women," Trisha says. "It started out as a program for teen mothers-to-be, how to understand desire and pleasure, and alternatives to intercourse. Also how sexuality can change during pregnancy. But there's really a spectrum of women now. And part of the session is supporting each other around changes in their partner sex life." Trisha smiles and has a little laugh. "Pretty often, there are a couple of women who wish they could change husbands. Pregnancy can either crank up your sex drive or make it go away, and if your man goes the other direction, it can be pretty miserable."

Trisha's "dressed up mommy" clothes and her soothing voice would play well for one of those group therapy things, you figure.

Trisha says, "But tonight, I'm here to watch Jodee ride your face. I hope to get a chance myself. It was a hot class tonight. Several women whose hormones really cranked them up, and their men were trying their best to keep up. I was frankly jealous. Not that I'd ever say anything, but wow. One woman got her husband to agree to bring her old boyfriend back as her back-up man."

"I can understand that," you say. "Mary got really demanding each time she was pregnant. More than usual, and usually she'll take it every day. I guess she has the hot side of the hormone thing."

"So let's get the party going," Jodee says. She pulls up the skirt of her white nurse's dress and wiggles out of her bright red panties. She has a sweet little puff of bright red hair over her mound, and you can see her lady-lips, pink and moist.

"Could I?" you ask, nodding at the panties in her hand.

Jodee laughs and shakes her head, but she hands them over. You tuck her red panties under your pillow next to Dr. Breedlove's white ones. Jodee carefully mounts the bed and straddles your face, holding tight to something at the head of the bed. That sweet red puff of pussy hair and those bright pink lips come down over your face.