The Nerdy Scientist

When I finished talking to Jake, I had this feeling that he was otherwise engaged during our conversation. There was a slight hesitation in some of his responses. I also detected some uptempo in his breathing and a couple of what sounded like almost inaudible gasps. More than likely, Jinny was sucking his penis while we talked. Did I care? I don't consider myself the jealous type at all, but you'd think he would give me his undivided attention for a few moments when I'm sharing a very important decision in my life with him. But, what the hell, I decided not to make a big deal about it.

I read through the entire proposal and couldn't see any downside to it. The annual salary worked out to around a fifteen dollar an hour raise! I could work independently on the island, have the responsibility for writing my own job description, and be the sole authority on hiring and training an assistant. I immediately thought of Trisha. She was very interested in my job, and I sensed that she was a fast learner and would have a great attitude and aptitude towards the work.

Even though the document was relatively thorough, especially with the legalize wording, I still had a few questions for my boss. Like what was the time frame for expanding the facility? How much was the dwelling allowance, and could I use it for private accommodation staying with Jake? Would there be space in the facility where I could hold meetings with island stakeholders? I texted Mr. Parsons with these questions, expecting him to get back sometime in the next day or so. But ten minutes later there was a ding on my cell phone--Ihave some time available at 3:30. I think it would be better to discuss this in person.

Hmmm... I thought at the time--heprobably wants to leer at me and let his hands wander over my body a bit more. We were interrupted earlier, and I suspect he's still horny and wants to see if he has any chance with me.

I was conflicted. There are very good reasons for not having sex with your boss, even if it is consensual. A lot of organizations have strict rules about it, most of them affecting what happens to the boss if it is deemed that sexual harassment guidelines have not been followed. Also I was thinking that it would be unethical to have sex with him to further my career. But, I was already being offered the job so that didn't really apply. After pondering this for a while, I came up with a solution. Flip a coin! Chance was going to dictate my action. I decided to make it two out of three tosses. Heads I do, tails I don't. First flip was tails. It looked like it was not going to happen, but the next two were heads.It's on!

With some trepidation, I knocked on his door. "Come in, Amy, and close the door behind you. I don't want us to be interrupted again. I've also put my cell on 'don't disturb." We spent about fifteen minutes discussing the proposal. He was very professional, answering all my questions as we went through the document, item by item. As our talk came to a close, and I was happy with all the details, I signed my acceptance. I was wondering if he had changed his mind about trying to seduce me, but then instead of shaking hands, he came over to hug me. It was a long embrace, and his hands gradually moved downward to just above my ass. I could feel his penis growing and poking me. Time for me to make my move!

I edged back a little and then placed my hand on his erection. He really jumped. This was something he was not expecting to happen. He didn't say anything as I knelt in front of him, undid his belt, unclasped his pants, and pulled them down. Next came his underwear, revealing an average length but very thick cock. I licked the tip, and he let out a gasp. I was wondering if he was going to cum immediately. But he held off for a few minutes while I sucked him deeply. He came in torrents, grunting loudly. I looked up at him and swallowed a mouthful.

I rose and headed for the door. "Nobody will ever know this happened," he said, looking a bit rattled. I looked back at him as he was pulling up his pants and made the 'my lips are sealed' gesture to him, thinking that it was an apropos response. Moving forward in time a few weeks, when I was checking my pay slip, I noticed that my raise was not fifteen, but twenty dollars! I tried not to think about what this said about my ethics.

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Jake tells the story

Jake tells the story

I attempted to reach him on his cell phone a few times and got no response. It was now close to 7 o'clock and he still hadn't shown up at the condo. Around 8 pm my phone rang displaying Brad's name.

"Well, it's about time you called. Jinny and I have been really worried about you."

"This isn't Brad. It's Jan. I'm a nurse, and I'm calling from the UW Medical Center. Is this Mr. Hudson that I'm talking to?"

"Yes, it is. Is he okay?"

"Unfortunately no. He is suffering from a suspected Fentanyl overdose. He has received a couple of injections of Naloxone to treat it but remains unconscious. We are very concerned about his condition at this time."

"Do you think he's going to die?"

"It's too soon to predict, but I advise you to come and see him immediately. He's in the emergency ward."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" I yelled, ranting at the empty room, the news confirming my worst suspicions. After short and tearful conversations with Jinny and Chloe, I drove to the hospital, slowed down, and was frustrated by the lingering rush hour traffic.I have to get there in time.I wiped the tears from my eyes a few times to be able to see more clearly, while my thoughts focused on Brad's younger years, when I had so much hope for him. There was some guilt as well. What part had I played in his current troubled and depressed condition?

After circling for several minutes, I found a parking spot and ran into the emergency room. I told them who I was, and a nurse led me to his bed in a hallway. There were other occupied beds lined up on both ends of his. "I'm sorry, we've run out of rooms. This happens almost every day here now." There was an intravenous tube running from his wrist to a bottle on a drug trolley. "He's receiving a saline solution to keep him stable. All we can do now is wait and hope for the best. I wish I had better news for you."

"Has a doctor seen him?"

"Yes, briefly. We're short-staffed, so he couldn't spend much time with him. He's ordered more Naloxone if he doesn't wake up soon."

"Is if okay if I stay with him?"

"Of course. Grab the chair over there and you can sit beside him. Talk to him. That sometimes brings them around."

I sat down, reached over, found his hand, and held it while I told him how much I loved him and that I really wished that things had been better between us over the past few years. I tried not to cry, but to no avail. I felt like shit that we hadn't been closer, and now he might die. I kept talking to him, telling stories about things we did as a family years ago. I told him how proud I was that he was going to take the course and become an aircraft mechanic.

I took a short break and called Amy to let her know what was going on. She was very upset by the news, but held her composure and calmly reassured me that at least he was in the hospital where he'd get good care. To be honest I wasn't completely sure that was true. The hospital was overcrowded and short staffed. It was great to hear her voice though. I had ended the conversation and was babbling again to Brad when Jinny showed up. I stood up and we hugged for a long time. She turned and looked at him.

"He looks so peaceful. What are they saying about him? Is he going to live?" she said in a faltering voice, tears streaming down her face.

"It's a waiting game. They are hoping the Naloxone will help to revive him, but I get the sense that they are very worried about him. I really have to pee. Sit down and talk to him. It's supposed to help. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I went in search of a bathroom. I was walking down the hallway when the bitch showed up. That is an apt term for her, as the moment she saw me, she started yelling.

"You bastard, this is all your fault. If you had spent more time with him and been more of a father to him, this never would have happened! I fucking hate you!" She kept on ranting and swearing at me as I ignored her and kept walking. I looked around and saw some security guards talking to her and telling her to keep it down, that she was disturbing the patients and would have to leave if she continued.

After I relieved myself, I sat down in a waiting room. I didn't want any more confrontation. It would serve no purpose and might negatively affect Brad's recovery. In an hour or so, I went back to see how he was doing. Jinny was still sitting in the chair by herself.

"Any change?"

"No, he hasn't moved at all. He's breathing steadily, but there is no sign that he's waking up. They changed his intravenous to a low dose of Naloxone to see if that will help."

"Where's his mother?"

"She was here for a short time, but then she started in on me, screaming and swearing that it was my influence that he ended up like this. While she continued to wail, the security guards got hold of her and escorted her out."

"That's good. Brad sure doesn't need to hear that now. So, has the doctor been back to check on him?"

"Yes, he was here for a few minutes. He didn't have much to say, other than there was very little else they could do for him. One thing he said was disturbing. Sometimes drug overdoses can result in comas. He could be like this for days or even weeks."

I pondered this for a few moments. "So what do you think we should do in the meantime? I would like to stay here at least overnight. Maybe we could take shifts, alternating naps in the waiting room. What do you think?"

"That sounds good. I'm starting to get tired. I'll set the alarm on my watch and be back here in a couple of hours."

"Fine with me. If anything changes in his condition, I'll text you."

The night went by with no noticeable change in him. We were both pretty bagged at 8 am, neither of us getting much sleep overnight. The day shift nursing staff assured us that they would contact us immediately if anything happened that we should know about and sent us home. We crashed at the condo. We slept together, holding each other, feeling better that we weren't alone. I woke up around 3 pm and quietly got out of bed, being careful not to disturb Jinny. Even though we kept our phones on overnight, I rechecked them to make sure that we hadn't missed any messages. Then I phoned the hospital to make doubly sure that nothing had changed. I was told that he was still asleep, and it was looking more and more likely that he had slipped into a coma.

There was an email from Amy. She asked me to call her when I woke up. She answered on the first ring.

"Jake, I've been so worried about Brad. How is he doing?"

I brought her here up to speed. There really wasn't much to tell her.

"I want to be with you. Can I come over?"

"Of course you can. And you don't have to ask. Jinny is still sleeping, but she should be up soon. I'll order some food. I really don't feel like cooking."

"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour."

"Was that Amy?" Jinny said, walking towards me, looking very sleepy. She was dressed in a sheer nightie. Involuntarily, I started to get aroused. I admonished myself for getting horny, but to no avail. My cock swelled to full erection under my robe.

She came over to me, and we embraced. "My goodness, what is that poking me?" she said in mock disgust.

"I'm sorry, Jinny. My cock has betrayed me."

"No reason to be ashamed of that. Knowing that I have that affect on you is making me horny too. We are both very upset about Brad, but that doesn't mean that sex comes to a grinding halt. Do you want to fuck me? I called into work and have the evening off."

"Of course I do. But I'm going to say no because I think that I'll really feel the guilt if we do."

"Okay, but if you change your mind, let me know," she said, reaching inside my robe and stroking my cock for a few seconds. Then she headed down the hallway to take a shower, pulling off her nightie as she walked.

I ordered some Thai food for the three of us and then answered some work emails. Amy arrived shortly after Jinny emerged from the bedroom, fully clothed for a change! We had a group hug and then sat down to wait for the food. Even though we were all sad talking about Brad, worried about his dire condition, there was still some sexual tension in the room. But nothing developed, which I reasoned under the circumstances was a wise choice. After the food arrived, we quickly ate it and then drove to the hospital, planning to spend at least a few hours there.

He was in a ward room now along with three other patients. We gathered around his bed. The curtains were drawn. Jinny kissed him on the lips, hoping to trigger a response. Then she reached under the covers, and the spread lifted as I assumed she found his cock.

"What the fuck are you doing, Jinny?" I whispered.

"I've been thinking all the way over in the car that Brad needs something drastic to fix him. Maybe sex will bring him around."

The covers lifted up and down as she stroked him.

"Oh my god, I'm getting some response," she said, rather loudly.

"Jinny, keep your voice down." Even though there was quite a bit of noise in the room from other visitors and patients talking, I'm sure her comment was audible.

While we watched in amazement, she pulled the covers down, revealing his stiff cock, as she continued to rub it.Fuck, she's not going to do that,I thought as she bent over, her mouth hovering over the tip. But she did!

I was very worried that she'd get caught by hospital staff as she started sucking him and we'd be in big trouble! There was no reaction from Brad. He had the same blank look on his face as her head bobbed up and down. Amy did not seem to be concerned.

"I was reading on a medical website last night about treatments and drugs for coma patients. There are various things that loved ones can do... talking to them, playing music, bringing scented flowers into the room, activating their sense of smell. There was no mention of sexual activity, but I suppose it doesn't hurt to try. Jinny, if you get tired of doing that, I could take over for a while."

"No, I'm fine," she said, out of the side of her mouth. "I sense that he's about to cum. Yes, here it is," she said, continuing to suck him. His eyes flickered for a moment, and he let out a very low-decibel grunt.Holy fuck, is this going to work?But as she moved away and covered him up, there was no indication that he was going to awaken.

We spent the next few hours taking turns talking to him, holding his hand and rubbing his forehead. At one point, Amy suggested another oral treatment; possibly her deep throat technique would be more effective. I ruled this out. The nurses had been doing the rounds more frequently, and it wasn't worth taking a chance of getting caught, and I was doubtful whether it would do any good anyway. We left around midnight, once again with the reassurance that they would notify us if there was any change. As we were talking to the nurse at the door of his room, I looked at Jinny and noticed a little dribble of Brad's leftover cum hanging down from her mouth. I got her attention, and she quickly used her tongue and fingers to remove it!

When we got back to the condo, I thought that we'd all be tired and sleep would be the only thing on our minds. But the ladies had other ideas. Jinny found a bottle of red wine in the pantry, one of those 1.5-liter-sized ones, that I'd bought on special some time ago. After a couple of glasses each, the clothes started to come off, and we headed to the bedroom. I was feeling a bit of guilt; we should not be doing this. But the alcohol had its effect on me as well, and I started to get horny as I watched them kissing, sucking each other's nipples, and ended up in a 69, licking each other's pussies and clits. I loved playing the voyeur, slowly stroking my cock, wondering if it was my turn next. After a few more minutes, they attacked me, taking turns sucking me until I came into their wide-open mouths as if I was the mother bird feeding the babies some sustenance. We turned out the light and drifted off to sleep. I made sure all our phones were on in case we were contacted during the night.