Karyn rolled her eyes as yet another guy checked her out. Not even in the hospital for more than five minutes and she'd seen at least four guys not so subtly glue their eyes to her chest. This had been a regular occurrence since she'd made her foolish wish for blonde hair and big boobs. As she walked onto the elevator to get to Jon's floor and saw the orderly bump into the wall as he goosenecked to stare at her, she decided to start investing in some sweaters.
Baggy sweaters.
She was glad to hear that Jon was doing better. When he'd fallen into the coma she fell into a deep depression. Jon was her best friend! It felt like a hole had been cut into her heart every time she thought about life without her. After he woke up and had memory problems, it was almost as bad.
But it seemed that he had recovered. Karyn had spoken to Zoe the night before, who had told him that Jon would be able to come home soon. This was confirmed when Karyn paused to talk to Doctor Mitchell, the attending physician on the ward. He was a nice older man, had the feel of talking to a gentle grandfather. She briefly wondered if he dyed his long flowing golden locks, but dismissed the thought as mean. Besides, with an ass like the doctor sported, most people would barely notice his hair.
Jon seemed to be lost in thought when she found his room. He was staring into space, as if reliving a memory. Wondering if he was feeling down, she decided to cheer him up.
"Heya, Jon-boy!" She said from the doorway. He looked up to see and smiled, but seemed hesitant to do so. "The doctor says you'll be out soon. That's great news!"
"Yeah... listen," Jon said, "Have you noticed anything... odd about Doctor Mitchell?"
"Oh my god, yeah!" Karyn said, trying to keep things light, "Total dye job! I bet the curtains don't match the drapes, if you know what I mean."
Jon's smile deflated. Had she said something wrong? Sure, it was a bit mean to take a jab at the nice old man, but it was a harmless enough one.
"Karyn, I think something weird is going on here, the stone..."
Jon was interrupted by a black-haired beauty of a nurse, who walked into the room past Karyn. Karyn recognized the look that he stared at the woman with; she'd seen it on many men in the past few days when they stared at her chest. Boys, she thought to herself.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid visiting hours are just about over," the nurse told Karyn.
"Oh, okay," she replied, disappointed. She'd just gotten there! Maybe the woman would be lenient. "Just a few more minutes?"
The nurse just smiled and nodded, and went to take Jon's temperature.
Karyn knew how tiresome the endless tests could be at the hospital, having spent a couple weeks there the year before when she had her appendix out. She thought she should distract Jon while the nurse did her thing, that way it would keep his spirits up.
"So school's been pretty boring without you there," she began, not really expecting a response from her friend, "Just classes and test. You know how it is."
The nurse leaned over Jon's face to fluff his pillow.
"Mrs. Finchweather," Karyn continued, deciding to talk about the gossip about their algebra teacher, "is rumoured to be screwing around with Mr. Nilton. I hear they, like, do it in the resource room after school. Not that I blame Mr. Nilton, though, Mrs. Finchweather has been dressing like a total hottie lately."
It was funny that she hadn't really thought about how hot the algebra teacher was until that moment. The miniskirts the older woman had been sporting of late did wonders for her legs and ass, and she must have bought some new bras because her cleavage looked heavenly.
The nurse pulled out the thermometer, and examined it. It must have reminded her that it was warm in the room, since she immediately unbuttoned her blouse. Then, taking Jon's hand in hers, she placed in on her right breast. She was probably showing him how to do a breast exam; Jon was so, like, totally awesome, always learning, always helpful.
As the nurse's hand slipped under the sheets and began to rub Jon's erection, Karyn continued to try to distract her awesome friend from his boring tests.
"I heard that Sarah got caught, like, blowing Steve," her bubbly voice dropped to conspiratorial tones, "and Biff was going totally ape-shit."
Karyn paused to play with a pigtail and imagine the two burly beefcakes fighting, sweaty bodies bulging, flexing, so hot...
Jon grunted, then opened his eyes. Karyn had never noticed how way sexy his eyes were, like, hypnotic and stuff. She wondered if he was a good kisser.
The nurse removed her red satin bra and draped it on the nightstand, joining another two that Jon seemed to have collected. The older hotty then turned and left the room, swaying her behind with a seductive swagger. Taking the hint, Karyn stood up from the chair she'd been resting on.
"Well, I should be going," she said, her voice back to it's usual bubbly tone, "I'll, like, see ya tomorrow, Jon-boy!" She giggled, which made her pig tails bounce.
She smoothed out her pleated miniskirt, which ended just above her white thigh-high stockings, and sauntered out of the room, where she immediately was met by an older dude who was, like, totally checking her out! She, like, giggled again and winked at him. She loved flirting and teasing almost as much as she loved being checked out. That silly wish for big titties and blonde hair was the best thing she'd ever done. Taking note of Doctor Mitchell's sexy nurse's outfit, Karyn decided that she should start investing in some costumes.
Sexy costumes.
