I guess I've always had fantasies about nurses since I was a little boy and spent two days in the hospital having my appendix removed. I had this pretty nurse who appeared to enjoy giving me sponge baths and taking my temperature using an anal thermometer.

Jamie Katherine O'Brien lived across the street and three houses down from my house. It was the end of October and she had turned seven in September. The girl was in second grade at St. Mary's Parochial School for Young Ladies.

Jamie was a flirt and a tease. The school uniform called for a white blouse, a plaid necktie, and a short pleated skirt with plaid to match the tie. White knee socks, and black patten leather shoes completed the uniform. As she would walked to school in the morning, she would stop in front of my house and look for me. When she got my attention, she would drop a pencil or a book and then squat in front of me with her knees nicely separated. This gave me an excellent view of her plump, cotton-covered cunt. She would hold her position until she was sure I was looking; then with a sparkle in her eyes she would give me a big smile, stand up, and giggle as she skipped off toward her school.

Needless to say, I always made it a point to be standing on my porch, getting the morning newspaper when she passed by. Since our street was a dead end, she had to pass by my house again in the afternoon on her way home, and if I was out she always found some way to expose herself.

I don't know how she discovered this game, but for her it was a game and one she enjoyed playing. She was always laughing and smiling. For her life was fun. She was the cutest little flasher any man could wish for, and I fell in love with her the first time I heard her giggle. She always made me happy, so I giggled right along with her.

Halloween fell on a Friday that year. Usually Sue, my girlfriend at the time, and I would go out on Friday nights and spend most of the weekend together, but since we both lived in neighborhoods with lots of kids, we decided to postpone our date until Saturday afternoon so we could pass out treats to the trick-or-treaters .

I thought there were about 65 to 75 young kids in the two or three blocks surrounding my house. I had purchased a box of 100 snicker bars. By eight o'clock I had give out 80 candy bars to a steady stream of pint-sized super heros, nuns, vampires, pixies, ghosts, witches, and monsters. Fortunately, by 8:10 by doorbell had stopped ringing and I assumed the words "trick or treat" would not be heard for another year.

At 8:30 my bell rang again. I opened the door to find Jamie, from across the street and three houses down, smiling at me. Her smile was made particularly charming by the absence of two front baby teeth. These were being replaced by two brand-new adult teeth. She was wearing a white cap with a red cross, a very short, skimpy nurse's costume, a pair of white stockings, and a pair of white tennis shoes.. She was carrying a black nurse's bag with a red cross on it.

Jamie's stockings were held in place by a pair of roll garters that gripped her slender thighs just about her knees and well below the hem of her costume. Above the stockings tops, several inches of bare thigh were visible. The hem of her uniform barely covered her white panties which I could trace with my eyes through the nearly transparent material of her costume. Jamie was a walking, talking, breathing anime character who had come to life on my front porch. She was adorable, and as always, she was laughing and smiling. After she yelled "trick or treat," she started to giggle.

It was a chilly night and Jamie's costume didn't appear to furnish much warmth. I asked her if she was cold and would like to come in and warm up. She smiled as she crossed my threshold. I took a quick look up and down the street. There was no one on the street, so I turned off the porch light and locked the front door.

As I ushered young Jamie into my livingroom, I said, "You look awful cold."

She nodded and shivered a little to show just how cold she was.

"Are your feet cold."

Again she nodded.

"Sit on the couch and I'll see if I can't warm you up."

Jamie sat on the couch with her nurse's bag next to her. As she wiggled into a comfortable position, the back of her costume crept up around her butt. I sat on a foot stool facing Jamie, removed a shoe from one of her feet, and began the massage her stockinged foot.

After a minute of stroking and rubbing and kneading Jamies toes and sole of her foot, she sighed, "I was afraid you'd tickle my foot, but that feels nice."

"Is it warming you up?"

"A little bit."

I removed the girl's other shoe and began massaging both of Jamie's feet. Then I ran one hand up the inside of her leg until I touched her bare thigh. "Does this feel okay?"

"Yeah, I like the way you're warming me up."

"How come you're out so late?"

"My Mom and Dad went to a party and my Aunt Judy is staying at the house. Aunt Judy lets me do lots of things. She don't thinks kids need to be watched all the time. She says, 'Kids learn by getting into trouble, and they need to learn about both the good and the bad things in life.' My mom is always afraid somebody will do bad stuff with me, so she treats me like a baby. You wouldn't do anything bad with me, would you?"

I let my hand drift up til it touch the edge of Jamie"s panties, "No Sweetheart, I only want to do nice things with you."

She smiled as I ran both of my hands up and down the inside of her thighs between the tops of her stockings and the edge of her panties.

"Aunt Judy is a nurse, and she treats me like a real people. She helped with my nurse's outfit and told me some neat stuff about being a nurse. She said I should have fun, but I had to stay on this street, and I had to be home before Mom and Dad get home."

"What time is that?"

"Aunt Judy said I should be back by ten o'clock; Mom and Dad will be later, but I need to be early. What time is it now?"

"It's a little passed eight-thirty. You have more than an hour."

"Good that gives me time to practice my nursing."

"What kind of nursing do you do?"

"I put a band-aid on Mr. Snyder's nose."

"Did he hurt his nose?"

"No, but if he does, he's already got a band-aid"

"I think they call that preventive medicine. What else have you done?"

"Well, Mrs. Thomas collects Barbie dolls, and she had one without any clothes, and she let me dress her with band-aids."

"How did you do that?"

"I put one between Barbie's legs and another across her . . . BOOBIES."

Obviously the word "boobies" is a very funny word with seven-year-old crowd because this word caused Jamie started giggling. Her giggle was so infectious. I soon found myself giggling along with the young nurse.

After the merriment had died down a bit, I lightly stroke Jamie's panty-cover pud with the back of my hand and asked why she put a band-aid between Barbie's legs.

"Because mommy sometimes gets sick down there and she has a big band-aid she puts on it when it get sick and blood comes out."

"Do you ever get sick down there."

"No, but I don't have no hair down there, and I think you have to have hair before it happens."

"You don't any hair at all?"

"Not down here," and Jamie pulled her panties to one side to show me the sweetest, pudgiest, pair of bald pussy lips any man could hope to see.

I couldn't resist lightly stroking Jamie's bare pud with the back of my hand. Jamie gave me a worried look. "Doesn't that feel nice?"

"Um hum, but Mommy don't want people to touch me there."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, but when my Uncle Frank did it, Mom called him a lot of names and made him go home, and he can't come back ever."

"I see. Do you miss your uncle Frank?"

"He use to bring me candy and stuff, and he was fun." Jamie, who always looked so happy, looked sad. I withdrew my hand and decided to change the topic.

"What do you have in your bag besides band-aids?"

Jamie's smile returned as she open her bag. "I got candy thermometers."

"What do you do with those?"

She unwrapped a thin piece of candy with numbers on the side. "I can check to see how hot you are." She gave the candy thermometer a very professional shake and said, "Open wide. Now hold this under your tongue"

I did she instructed

While she sat like the ever patient nurse waiting for the thermometer to register my temperature, my hands roamed her inter thighs. She continued to smile even when I ran a finger up and down that little indentation formed between lips of her cunt.

After a minute, Jamie took the thermometer from my mouth and squinted at the partially dissolved numbers. "How am I doing?"

"It up."

"How high?"

"Three hundred and fifty."

"That is high."

"Yes, I better put you to bed. Where is your bed?"

"Upstairs."

"Follow me."

Jamie slid off the couch and headed toward the stairway. I followed her to the hallway and flipped on the upstairs hall lights. I let her lead the way so I could look up and watch her bubble butt climb the steps.

When we reached the upstair hall I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. As I flipped on the lights, she turned toward me and said, "Take off your clothes."

"Would it be okay if I just took off my shoes?"

She folded her arms over her flat chest and gave me a stern look. "No, you need to take off all your clothes; I need to examine you."

I kicked off my shoes and pulled my turtleneck over my head. This left me wearing just my jeans and a pair of briefs. "Don't you think you can examine me like this?"

"No. I'm the nurse, and I want to see everything."

Well, if I took off the rest of my clothes, Jamie was going see everything I had because I had the biggest erection I had had in several weeks. I was about to end the game and send Jamie home when my bedside phone rang.

Because of the situation my voice was a little shaky, "Hello."

The voice was a deep, sultry, and very feminine, "Happy Halloween."

"Uh . . .happy Halloween."

"I see you and Jamie have made it to your bedroom."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I'm Jamie's aunt, and I just noticed the light in your upstairs window, and thought I would call and give you a little encouragement. How did you manage to get Jamie to go upstairs?"

"Actually, she got me upstairs. She thought that since I was running a temperature of 350, I should be in bed."

"Oh, she's right; you should be in bed, but make sure she understands at a really good nurse always gets in bed with her patient."

"Are you setting me up?"

"Yes, but not in a bad way.

"When I was six, I had sex with a charming gentleman who was seven times my age. He was gentle, patient, kind, and loving. It was the best thing that ever happened to me, and from that point on, my life just got better and better. Jamie's mother keeps preaching to the girl about how men can't be trusted and how any kind of touching is evil. One day, she caught our brother petting Jamie, and now, she won't let him in the house.

"If something doesn't happen soon, I'm afraid Jamie's going to start believing her mother, and then it may be too late for Jamie to learn how to enjoy a loving relationship with a man."

"And that's where I come in?"

"Yes, I've watched you and Jamie flirting, and I know you love Jamie. You understand how precious her spirit is, and I'm convinced you won't do anything to damage that spirit."

"I've never done anything with a girl is young before. I'm not sure what to do."

"Don't do anything. Let Jamie take the lead.

"The first time I had sex. I was just curious about men and how they were different, so I managed to talk Mr Wells into taking off his clothes. Then he stretched out on his back and let me get on top. He answered all my questions; he explained the mechanics; he was helpful. But he didn't do anything. He just let me use his body to try things out. I ended up breaking my own hymen and enjoying my first fuck, and I did it all myself.

"After that Mr. Wells took the lead, but the first time he let me take control. Every situation different, and every couple is different. But you might want to think about how Mr. Wells and I worked things out."

"I will. And thanks a lot."

"Your welcome, and take all the time you need. Jamie's folks won't be back 'til after midnight, and they'll be so tired they won't bother to check on Jamie. I'll stay up and cover for you. Just make sure Jamie has the kind of experience she needs to over come her mother's negative propaganda about men and sex."

"I'll do my best."

I hung up the phone and turned my attention back to Jamie. "Honey, I'll make a deal with you. If you take off your clothes, I'll take mine off."

Before I could start to undo my belt buckle, Jamie had kicked off her shoes, remove her cap, pulled her nurse's costume off over her head, and dropped her panties. She grinned at me as her stood before me in just her stockings feet. For Jamie, this business of being a nurse was a game she was eager to play. For me it was a first step into the world child sex, a world which promised great pleasures but also great risks. I was about to break the law. I could go to jail or even worst.

I hesitated. Then I looked at Jamie. The tan-lines from her swimsuit were still faintly visible. She stood with her legs shoulder width apart and her hands on her hips. Her hips were thrust forward. She was displaying herself much as she did in the morning when she played her pencil-dropping game. Only this time there was no skirt and no panties to interfere with my appreciation of her charms.

She was waiting for me to make the next move.

I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the button at the top of my fly, and lowed the zipper. My pants fell around my ankles. Jamie gave me a worried look as I stepped free. "Something's all swelled up."

She place her hand on the front of my briefs and traced the outline of my bulge. "Does it hurt?"

"Only a little."

I gripped the elastic waistband and pulled my briefs down. Jamie stared at my cock as it bobbed in front of her face. Her expression was a cross between wonder and fascination. I had heard that a bouncing phallus can have an hypnotic effect on young females, and after seeing the expression on Jamie's face, I believe it.

"Jamie, do you think it's any thing serious?"

"Yes, you should be in bed."

I pulled down the covers and laid down on my back in the middle of the bed. Jamie followed me and rested her head on my stomach so she could continue to stare at my erection. While doing so she started her soliloquy, "I don't think a band-aid will help. It's too swelled up and there's no blood. It's an awful big owie. Sometimes when I get an owie, Mommy kisses it to make it better. Maybe nurses do that to make men feel better. I think I better kiss it."

And kiss it she did. She kissed the head and up and down the shaft, and she even kissed my balls. She kissed every inch of my cock for several minutes. Then she turned to me. "It isn't going down, is it?"

"No Jamie, it isn't"

"What can I do?"

"Well sometimes nurses take it inside their bodies, and rub it inside."

"Aunt Judy told about that. She said it should go in down here at the bottom of my fig."

"Is that what you call it?"

"Um hum. Some girls at school call it their pee pee, but I call it my fig. Only you're awful big, and I only got a little hole down there. Aunt Judy said I would have to open it before I could make guys feel better and it might hurt a little to open it, but I really want to be a good nurse, so would you help me to open it?"

How could I refuse?

I explained to Jamie how she should straddle my body. Then I held my cock up while Jamie positioned her fig over the head of my cock. I was about to tell her to go slow when she pushed down with all her weight. Three inches of cock penetrated the child's vagina. There was some blood, and I'm sure it must have hurt, but Jamie just smiled at me and asked, "Did I do it okay?"

I reached up and pulled the girl to my chest. I kissed the top of her head and told her, "You were perfect. You are the best and prettiest nurse any man could ever have."

She wiggled into a comfortable position, and we lay quietly enjoying the warmth of each other's body for awhile. Jamie was obviously a happy and contented girl; her career as a nurse was going well. Finally, she pulled herself up and began to move up and down on my still swollen member.

I didn't last long. Jamie soon cured the swelling. When she pulled herself off and saw my soft, wet prick, she smiled and said, "I think I made it better." And she had. She definitely made it better.

Jamie and I went into the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up. We dressed and I make some hot chocolate. We sat in the kitchen and drank our chocolate, ate snicker bars, and talked. We talked about all kinds of things, mostly silly stiff. At one point. I asked Jamie why she wanted to be a nurse when she could be a doctor. She didn't answer, but a little after eleven, when I took her home, she told her Aunt Judy that she no longer wanted to be a nurse. "I'm going to be a doctor."

After that Halloween night, Jamie visited my house many times. Over the years, Jamie and I became good friends. Our games became more sophisticated and our conversations more mature. I'm sure her parents had suspicions, but nothing was ever said. I believe Aunt Judy may have convinced Jamie's parents not to interfere.

I still see Jamie twice a year. When we're alone, I still call her Nurse Jamie. It a private joke because the sign on her door now reads, "Dr. J. K. O'Brien, MD," and under her name, "Board Certified Urologist."

I see her twice year for my routine checkups. Sometimes, when she's getting ready to check my prostate, I see that same mischievous sparkle in her eyes and that little grin that reminds me of the little girl who use to tease and giggle on her way to school.