Amanda comes to your room

You sleep fitfully on the hospital bed, wondering what to make of your new situation. Amanda weighs heavily on your thoughts. You feel very protective towards her, and you can't stand the idea of her suffering through a painful withdrawl. You also wonder about this weird theory of Emily's, and how much truth there is to it. You remember when you first encountered Amanda, how you felt drawn to her, even wanted to kiss her. And it's not the first time you'd felt like that about another woman. In retrospect, you realize that Emily also struck you as very attractive.

Perhaps there is something to this theory of hers.

You roll over and open your eyes slightly, to see a silhouetted figure in the doorway.

"Who's there?" you whisper loudly, groping for your pipe.

"It's me," the figure whispers back. "Amanda."

You drop the pipe immediately and get up to help her into your room. "Amanda? What are you doing out of bed?"

"The worst of it's passed," she says as you take her shaking hand. "I'm going to be all right. I'm still afraid, though."

You hold her for a moment, stroking her hair. You notice that she's wearing nothing but a hospital gown, and for the first time you can tell how firm and shapely her body is, narrow at the waist and curved up to an ample bosom. "Shh... It's all right," you whisper in her ear. "We're safe for the moment."

"I know. I knew you wouldn't let anything happen to me. I love you, Alex."

You turn Amanda's face up toward your own. "And I love you, Amanda," you whisper to her as you give in to your yearnings and kiss her for the first time.

Her quivering quiets down as you embrace, and together you sit side by side on the bed. Her lips feel wonderful, so soft and wet, and her breasts press delightfully into your own as you hold each other close. It seems the most natural thing in the world to slip out of your shirt and expose your bare skin to her, and she does the same at the same moment. Then she closes her eyes and you kiss her once more, deeply, letting her tongue slide into your mouth and feeling your nipples graze each other.

Then, as if in reponse to some unspoken signal, you break apart.

"Have you ever done this before?" she asks quietly.

"No," you respond. "But I want to now."

"I want you too," she says with a timid smile. She helps you to stand up, and slides her hands into the waistband of your pants, bringing them down to the floor. On her knees before you, she kisses your thighs and gently carresses your naked bottom. A momentary chill runs through you as her lips touch closer and closer to your sex.

"Come and hold me," you say to her, and together you fall back onto the bed in a warm embrace, arms and legs wrapped around each other.