Barbie had just finished mowing her lawn and was tucking the mower away when her phone began to buzz. It was a close friend, currently supposed to be enjoying a sun-drenched vacation in the Bahamas. Barbie answered with her usual sharp-witted banter, but the voice on the other end was strained, bordering on panicked.
Her friend quickly explained that her son, Eric, had been in a car accident and was rushed to the hospital via ambulance.
“Oh my God,” Barbie gasped, her playful mood vanishing. “Is he okay?”
The news was ok, Eric was stable, but the doctors wanted to keep him overnight for observation. Her friend, stuck miles away, sounded desperate. She asked if Barbie could head to the hospital to be a familiar face for him—someone to bridge the gap until she could get back in a few days.
“Yes, of course I’ll go,” Barbie reassured her. “I just need to jump in the shower, and I’ll head straight there.”
After a brisk shower, Barbie did her hair and swiped on just enough makeup to look put-together. She pulled on a pair of denim cut-offs over a sleek white, sleeveless thong bodysuit that hugged her curves.
When she arrived at the hospital and found Eric’s room, she was surprised to find three young, attractive girls already there, hovering around his bed and keeping him company. They shuffled out almost as soon as Barbie walked in, leaving a lingering scent of perfume and a slightly awkward silence behind.
“You’ve got visitors already?” Barbie asked, a hint of a smile on her lips.
“Yeah,” Eric sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “I was actually supposed to go on a date with one of them tonight. Obviously, that’s not happening now.”
“Well, hopefully she’ll give you a rain check,” Barbie said, pulling up a chair. “Which one was the lucky date?”
“Heather,” he replied.
“Oh, really? I’m good friends with her mother,” Barbie said. “I’ve heard she’s earned quite the reputation for being… well, one of the easier girls in your class.”
Eric looked up at her, a silent, knowing expression crossing his face that told Barbie everything she needed to know.
“Oh,” Barbie noted with a soft laugh. “You were hoping to get lucky tonight. I’m sure she’ll give you another shot.”
“Yeah, who knows who she’s seeing tonight instead?” Eric muttered, clearly bummed out.
“Her mother told me the guys practically line up for her. She said she came home one afternoon and heard voices downstairs, only to find Heather and three different guys all going at it in the living room.”
“Yeah,” Eric nodded. “Jackson told me about that a few times.”
“She likes the group action, I guess. I can’t say I blame her for that,” Barbie admitted, her voice soft and comforting.
Eric’s eyes widened, a look of genuine surprise across his face. “You like that too?”
Barbie offered him a slow, daring smile. “It’s hard not to like that.”
“Wow,” was all Eric could manage.
The arrival of a nurse interrupted the conversation. She checked his IV, recorded his vitals, and asked if he was hungry. Barbie volunteered to grab something better than hospital food, returning a short while later with a bag from Burger King. They ate quietly, the TV providing a backdrop as Barbie updated Eric’s mother and let them talk.
As the night wore on, the conversation turned back to the personal. Barbie could tell he was still dwelling on the missed opportunity with Heather.
“I know,” Eric said. “I was just really looking forward to her tonight. You mentioned what her mom walked in on earlier.”
“Yeah?” Barbie replied.
“You said you liked group stuff. Have you really done that?”
“That’s a pretty personal thing to ask, Eric,” she chided him gently.
“Well, since you brought it up, I thought it was fair game.”
Barbie paused, then nodded. “You’re right. Yes, I like it. Probably more than I should admit.”
“I think my mom does it, too,” Eric said suddenly.
Barbie looked at him, caught off guard. “Why would you say that?”
“Since the divorce, she has a lot of guys over. Sometimes I hear more than one voice coming from her bedroom. I don’t think they’re just hanging out.”
Barbie let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, they’re probably not just hanging out. Does it bother you?”
“It’s not that it bothers me,” he said thoughtfully. “You just don’t think of your parents as having sex. It’s weird.”
“It makes sense,” Barbie agreed. “But parents have needs, just like you wanting to hook up with Heather.”
Eric shifted in his bed, looking her directly in the eye. “Can I ask you a few more things?”
“Yeah, go ahead,” Barbie said, leaning back. “We’ve already crossed the line of what’s appropriate, so you might as well ask away.”
“What is it that you like about being with multiple men at once? Is there one thing, or?”
Before she could answer, the door swung open. A different nurse entered—a young, cute blonde. She efficiently logged into the computer, checked his vitals, and noted that his IV bag was nearly empty. Since he was doing so well, she decided not to start a new bag, though she left the port in his arm just in case.
Seeing him finally untethered from the machine, Barbie looked at the nurse. “Since the IV is off, is it okay if he takes a shower?”
“Yes, that would be fine,” the nurse replied. She turned to Eric, asking if he felt stable enough on his feet or if he needed assistance. Eric quickly turned down her offer for help, and the nurse nodded, promising to return with fresh towels in a moment.
Barbie looked at him, a playful glint in her eyes. “You just had the chance for her to help give you a shower, or maybe even a bath, you idiot!”
Eric caught her gaze with a knowing, thoughtful look. Barbie laughed, reaching for a bag she had brought along. She handed him some clean clothes for bed and his phone charger. “I thought you might want a few things from home. I stopped at your house when I went for supper.”
“Thanks,” he said, clearly appreciative.
The nurse returned shortly after with a stack of towels. She reminded them that if they needed anything, they just had to push the call button; otherwise, she would leave him in peace until her 2:00 AM rounds. They both thanked her as she slipped out of the room.
“Okay, let’s get you in the shower,” Barbie said.
She opened the bathroom door, and Eric walked in, with Barbie following right behind him and closing the door.
“I am fine,” he told her, his voice a bit strained. “You don’t need to stay.”
“I am fine,” Eric insisted, standing tall despite the soreness in his limbs. “You don’t need to stay.”
Barbie didn’t budge. Instead, she put her hand against the heavy bathroom door, the click of the latch sounding loud in the small, tiled space. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jean shorts, dropping them to her ankles. She picked them up and hung them on the peg on the back of the wooden door.
“The nurse was very specific, Eric,” she said, her voice dropping into a smoother, more intimate register. “You’re a fall risk. If you slip and crack your head open while your mother is in the Bahamas, I’m the one who has to explain it. So, like it or not, I’m staying.”
She reached down between her long, tan legs and unhooked the crotch and pulled her bodysuit off up over the top of her head, then hung it on the same peg as her shorts.
She reached over and turned on the shower, the sound of the rushing water instantly filling the room. The steam began to rise, making the air thick and warm.
“Besides,” she added, stepping closer until she was well within his personal space. “We were right in the middle of a very personal conversation. You wanted to know what I like about being with more than one man at a time, didn’t you?”
Eric swallowed hard, his eyes darting from her face down to the ties of his hospital gown as she untied it.
“It’s the intensity of it, Eric,” she whispered, finally answering the question. “The feeling of being completely overwhelmed—knowing that every part of you is being claimed and wanted at the exact same time. It’s addictive.”
“Now, are you going to keep telling me you’re ‘fine,’ or are we going to get you out of this gown?”
Barbie pulled the gown from his shoulders and tossed it to the side. Now pulling him under the hot water, she took some of the soft soap supplied and started to wash his chest, then his back. She ran her soapy hands over his muscular butt cheeks, which he really liked how that felt.
The sensation of her lathered palms against his skin was amazing, and Eric felt the last of his resistance wash away under the heavy, warm pulse of the shower. Barbie moved with a practiced, confident ease, her hands tracing the firm lines of his back before dipping lower, her fingers kneading the tight muscles of his glutes with a slow, firm pressure that made him finally relax.
“You’re not saying much now, Eric,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hiss of the water. “Still feeling ‘fine’?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She reached for more soap, her hands continuing their slow, torturous exploration of his body. Every touch was deliberate, meant to remind him exactly who was in control of this “supervision.”
Eric reached out, his hands finding purchase on the cool tiles of the wall to steady himself, though his eyes never left hers. The steam, the scent of the soap, and the feeling of her slippery skin against his was quickly pushing him toward that “overwhelmed” state she had described.
Under the steady pulse of the hot water, Barbie didn’t stop at his back. With more of the liquid soap, lathering it until her hands were slick and white, she reached down between his legs, her fingers wrapping firmly around his cock. It was already hard and standing straight as an arrow, reacting instantly to her touch.
She took her time soaping him and his balls, her thumbs tracing the length of him with a slow, rhythmic pressure. He was nicely built, and seeing him like this—slick with water and completely exposed—made her want this even more.
Once she was satisfied, she rinsed him off, the spray washing away the suds. She grabbed one of the thick towels the nurse had left and began to dry him off, her touch lingering on his skin.
They stepped back into the dimly lit hospital room, the cool air hitting their damp skin. Barbie didn’t say a word; she just walked over to the chair, grabbed a pillow, and dropped it onto the floor right in front of him. She knelt down, the dampness of her skin making her glow in the shadows. She pulled him in close, her hands guiding his hard cock to her lips before she took him into her mouth and started sucking his sixteen-year-old cock.
She pushed her head forward, taking every bit of his cock into her mouth. The feeling of Barbie’s mouth on his dick made Eric’s knees feel weak all over again.
Back and forth her head went, her tongue working along the length of him with a rhythmic, expert precision. The sensation was so overwhelming that the last of Eric’s composure simply shattered. He couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Oh god,” he managed to say quietly, his voice strained and thick. “I’m… I…”
Just as the words left his lips, he shot his load into her mouth. Barbie didn’t flinch or pull away; she stayed right there, skillfully collecting everything he had to give her. She let the moment linger, ensuring she didn’t miss a drop of his sixteen-year-old seed.
When he was finally done, and his breath began to even out, she slowly slipped his cock from her lips. She looked up at him from her position on the pillow, a playful, triumphant glint in her eyes. With a slow, deliberate wink, she swallowed every bit of his seed, letting him see exactly how much she enjoyed the blowjob she had just given.
Barbie stood up from the pillow and nudged Eric toward the oversized chair. With a firm but gentle push, she had him lie back as it folded out into a small, makeshift bed. The cool vinyl against his skin was a sharp contrast to the hot shower they had just left.
She didn’t hesitate, swinging one long, tan leg over his waist to straddle him. Her eyes never left his as she positioned herself, her hands bracing against his chest for balance. Slowly, she began to sink down, sliding onto his still-hard cock.
“That’s what I love about teen boys, they don’t go soft right away!”
Once she was seated firmly against him, Barbie began to ride. She moved with a slow, grinding rhythm at first, her hips circling to catch every bit of friction. The steam from the shower had left her skin slick, and in the dim light of the room, she looked like a vision of pure, uninhibited focus.
“See?” she whispered, leaning down so her hair brushed against his face, her voice filled with lust. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere, and this is why!”
Each downward thrust brought her closer, her boobs jiggling with each movement as she picked up the pace. Eric reached up, his hands finding her hips to help guide her movements, as he enjoyed his mother’s friend’s pussy.
Barbie continued to carefully ride Eric’s cock, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate grind that kept the tension high. She leaned down, her hair brushing against his chest as she looked into his eyes.
“You have a nice cock, Eric,” she told him, her voice smooth and appreciative. “Guys your age help keep me young inside, too.”
Eric looked up at her, his hands resting on her waist to steady her as she moved. “I still can’t believe you wanted to do this with me,” he admitted, his voice quiet.
“You were so disappointed about your date and that car accident,” Barbie said, her expression softening with a caring smile. “I just wanted to make you feel better. Besides, I always thought you were a cutie anyway, so there’s that, too.”
A small, lopsided grin pulled at Eric’s lips despite the intensity of the moment. “Yeah… well, I never hated seeing you in your bikini at the lake,” he countered, his eyes dropping to her chest as she moved above him. “Especially with your new boobs!”
Barbie let out a delighted laugh, the sound vibrating through both of them. She didn’t deny it; instead, she just smiled and continued to grind down on his cock.
“I’m glad you were paying such close attention, Eric,” she whispered, leaning even closer until her lips were brushing his ear. “I think you’ve earned a much better ending to your night than just lying in a hospital bed alone.”
The sensation of Eric’s fingers tugging on her nipples sent a sharp tingle straight to Barbie’s pussy, and she leaned into the touch.
“I’m getting close,” Eric rasped, his voice strained as he felt the pressure building to shoot a huge load. He looked up at her, a flicker of concern crossing his face despite the intensity. “Do you want me to pull out? I’m not wearing a condom.”
“Hell no, don’t pull out!” Barbie replied in a fierce, loud whisper. She leaned down, as she locked her eyes onto his. “Shoot that load inside of me!”
That final, desperate push was exactly what Eric needed to lose the last of his control. His hips flexed upward with a powerful, involuntary surge, and Barbie reacted instantly, sitting down tight against his body to take every inch of him.
Eric began to pump his warm cum deep inside of her pussy, his breath coming in heavy gasps. Barbie held him there, her muscles clenching around him with every pulse, ensuring that not a single drop was wasted. She closed her eyes, a small, triumphant smile playing on her lips as she felt his seed pooling inside her.
Barbie sat anchored to him for a long minute, taking in the lingering feelings of the moment, before she slowly lifted herself off of his cock. She loved how Eric looked as she stood up and disappeared into the bathroom.
A moment later, she emerged with a warm, wet washcloth. She tossed it toward Eric with a playful flick of her wrist. “Here, clean yourself up and get back in bed before we get caught,” she whispered, her voice returning to that motherlike, authoritative tone.
Barbie stepped back into the small bathroom, the sound of fabric rustling following her as she slid back into her bodysuit and the jean shorts she’d hung on the peg. When she walked back out, she was carrying the clean t-shirt and shorts she’d grabbed from his house earlier.
“Here, get dressed and get back in bed,” she instructed, handing him the clothes. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she looked toward the entrance of the room. “Holy shit! Eric, did you know the door wasn’t completely closed?”
Eric took the clothes, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he started to wipe himself down. He didn’t seem nearly as panicked as she was.
“Well, I am sure someone would have said something if they’d seen or heard us,” he told her, his voice still a bit thick from the exertion. He looked toward the heavy door, which was indeed cracked open just an inch or two—enough for a sliver of the bright hallway light to cut through the dimness of the room.
Eric climbed back into the hospital bed, his movements much slower now that the adrenaline was fading. Barbie leaned over him, smoothing the starched white sheets and pulling the heavy covers all the way up to his chest, tucking him in with a tenderness that contrasted with the lust of the last sixty minutes.
She leaned in close, her hand brushing against his cheek as she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. When she pulled back, she kept her face just inches from his.
“I hope this took some of the pain away from the crash and that canceled date,” she whispered.
“When they let you out in the morning, you can come stay with me for the weekend. The boys aren’t home, so we can do some more fun things. What do you think?”
She flashed him a sinful smile, her eyes dancing with the promise of exactly what those “fun things” would entail without a hospital door or a 2:00 AM nurse to worry about.
Eric looked up at her, a genuine grin spreading across his face as he settled into the pillows. The thought of a full weekend at her place was definitely better than anything the doctor was going to give him.
