Freya St David, 10 – Goddess Of Love Songs

 

Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and stood barely five feet tall.

She was a district nurse and on that particular day her first call of the day was on the fifteenth floor of a tower block called Gladstone Court.

Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry who had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan and was a double amputee.

His wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his problems lay.

Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps, but when she started visiting him Ben’s main problem was a near terminal case of self-pity and low self-esteem.

 

Twenty-seven-year-old Freya looked much younger, and she was a first-class flirt.

And for a long time, flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time, she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend and from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.

And it was such pleasures that restored Sergeant Lewis’s will to live.

 

On that day although her schedule was very heavy in the morning she didn’t mind too much as she had the afternoon off, but it was with a little sadness that she approached the Lewis flat for the final time.

There was no confrontation with the neighbour’s on this occasion as she walked along the landing, though she did notice the curtain twitch, so Freya turned and smiled.

The last time she was there she was verbally abused by the wife who, completely unprovoked, called her vile names and warned her to keep away from her husband.

She didn’t even find the man particularly attractive and as a result, and to her great shame, and totally out of spite, she shagged the husband.

 

“Good morning” she said when Mrs. Lewis answered the door

“Hello dear” she said “my word its busy this morning”

“Yes?” Freya said

“Oh yes dear” she confirmed “We have a real house full”

“Well, it’s my last visit today” Freya said

“I know dear” Mrs. L said “We’ll miss you”

 

Freya went upstairs and knocked on Ben’s door 

“Come in” he called

“Morning sarge” Freya said and then realized he was not alone

“Hi Frey” Karen said and kissed her.

Karen was Ben’s fiancé and credited Freya for restoring Ben’s will to live.

Though I doubt if Karen would have kissed her if she’d known how she achieved it.

“Hello Karen” she said

But there was someone else in the room also who had caught Freya’s attention.

“This if my CO” Ben said “Captain Hardman”

“Pleased to meet you Captain” Freya said

“Jonathon” he said and shook her hand

Freya liked him, his handshake was firm, his handsome face was warm and open, and his voice was like honey on her ears.

“Jonathon” she said

Then Karen and the Captain left nurse and patient alone.

 

When she returned downstairs after discharging Ben and having finished the paperwork for her final visit and having said her goodbyes to Ben, she was disappointed to find Captain Hardman had left, Freya was very taken with him.

So, she said her farewell to Mrs. Lewis and got on her way because after her rounds she had the afternoon off to get ready for the Summer Ball.

After lunch Freya went home and changed before going out to have a manicure, pedicure and a facial which took most of the afternoon but not as much as she thought so on the way back home, she called in at the Boazman’s in Carrington.

James was a lonely, soon to be widower as his wife was dying.

They weren’t patients on her NHS list but were serviced by a private nursing agency that Freya was moonlighting for and she was doing some additional servicing of her own on the side.

 

James Boazman was a good-looking man in his early forties slim and even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.

And despite his great wealth he was sad and lonely, sad because the woman he loved was dying and lonely because of his self-imposed imprisonment in his home.

Freya had approached the problem with her usual finessed skill set and let him shag her.

And she had been letting him shag her for several weeks.

She thought sex with James was a very pleasurable experience, but she did wish he would be more dynamic and take the lead.

 

“Come in” he said, and Freya walked in as invited.

But it was no more than a minute or so after she’d taken off her coat before he was on her and he took her firm young body in his arms.

He kissed her as he fumbled inside her sweater and quickly rummaged his way through the scant layers until he reached her bare flesh and then moments later, he had his hands on her little tits.

In response to his unexpected, yet welcome assault, her hot mouth was clamped over his and her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth and she snorted noisily through her nose.

Then Freya’s mouth, lips and tongue kissed and licked and nibbled their way to his ear as James’s hands were yanking her leggings off her buttocks and squeezing the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as well.

Once her knickers and leggings were at half-mast James turned his attention to moister fare and his fingers dallied briefly amidst her lush bush, and Freya stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving him one of her dirty smiles and his finger slipped inside her crease.

Her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he roughly fingered her.

Freya was pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged and she was loving every second of it, but she was ready now, she was so ready.

James must have sensed it because he turned her to face the wall

and slid his left hand across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly and lifted her small frame off the ground to bringing her waiting wetness up to the height of his waiting shaft and gripping her tightly with his left arm he offered his erection up to her eager loins.

Freya gasped as he penetrated her,

“Oh God James”

He continued to support her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle and her legs dangled and swung like she was a rag doll.

She was moaning uncontrollably as he went at her,

Getting ever closer to the threshold she panted through gritted teeth and he grunted on every stroke until it ended with Freya’s scream of satisfaction and they both collapsed to the floor.

“You see James that’s what happens when I let you take the initiative”

The annual Summer Ball at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel was for health employees of the town and its environs.

It was always a grand affair; Dinner jackets and evening dresses were compulsory.   

Freya was wearing a knee length emerald, green dress that hugged her figure beautifully and her shoulder length Strawberry blonde hair was down, so it danced around her nape as she walked,

Freya was a small girl; stick thin, with small breasts though in that beautiful emerald, green dress it appeared she had no bust line at all, though her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.

She had well defined hips and an arse to die for, with stunning legs clad in black, her shoes were green to match her dress.

But at five foot tall in her stocking feet even four-inch heels failed to make an impression on her diminutive stature.

“Hello” he said, “its nurse St David isn’t it?"

“Yes” she replied “Freya”

Despite the fact she had only met him the once, and briefly at that, she recognized him instantly even in a dinner suit.

“Hello Captain”

“Call me Jonathon” he said “or Jon”

“No uniform tonight Jon?” she asked

“I love a man in uniform” and then she inexplicably blushed she never normally blushed when she was flirting.

In her head she chastised herself for behaving like a schoolgirl.

She was 27 for god’s sake so start acting like it, and whatever you do don’t ask…

“Are you here with someone?” she asked

“Yes and no” he replied

Freya only heard the word yes and was very disappointed

“I’m here with my brother Bob” he continued.

"Bob?" she asked

"Yes Dr Hardman"

“Oh, I see" Freya said

She had heard the name but didn’t know the man personally.

That wasn’t important, the Captain was "alone" and that was.

“I was sorry to have missed you at the house this morning” she said

“Yes, me too” he agreed “But I had to get back to camp, the Regiment is deploying again”

"Oh" she said "when?"

“Tomorrow” Jon replied

“Tomorrow?” she said disappointed again “you can’t say where I suppose?”

“No”

“But nowhere nice?” She asked

“Definitely not somewhere nice” he agreed

A comfortable silence settled around them and Freya’s mind drifted.

Freya really liked him, if she didn’t like him so much, she could have given him a farewell shag to send him on his way, but she didn’t think it appropriate even though she fancied him.

He wasn’t one of her normal potential conquests, even though they had only met that day she felt he was worth more than a knee trembler in an alley.

And Freya wanted more than a kneetrembler in an alley

“Would you like to dance?” he asked

“Love to” she replied

Jon took her hand and led her to the dance floor, and they danced through “I’m not in love” by10cc

“James Blunts “You’re Beautiful”

Barbara Streisand’s “The way we were”

“I will always love you” by Whitney Houston

And Fleetwood Macs “Albatross”

When Jon was tapped on the shoulder, he relinquished his hold on Freya and turned around

“Come on bro” a man said “it’s time”

“Ok Bob” he said “I’ll be right there”

Bob nodded and walked towards the door

“I’m afraid I need to go” Jon said

“I understand” she said    

“It was nice seeing you again” he said

“Perhaps when I return, I could call you?”

“Yes” Freya said “I’d like that”

And then he was gone.