A travelling nurse gets around and regrets it

I smelt the flowers and then opened up the Swiss chocolates that Ethan imported. He always spoiled me for my birthday. My best friend, Maggie, smiled at me. She tried her best to be happy for me, but I knew she was secretly jealous of me. The moment she laid eyes on Ethan, she fell in love with him. Since I was the pretty one, he chose me over her.

Oh, my God. It’s going to be awkward having the talk with him. He’s got his heart set on us getting married, but I feel that I’m too young.

We were high school sweethearts and then dated long-distance when we went to different colleges. I studied to be a nurse in New York and he studied IT in Boston. He made me promise to wait for him to graduate so that we could continue our relationship after college.

Although I kept my promise, it didn’t mean that I didn’t have fun while in New York. Several guys boinked my brains out, and I wanted more fun. If I married Ethan now, his dick would be the only one I would have inside of me for the rest of my life. That doesn’t sound too appealing.

Of course, I could cheat, but he’s a really good guy. Plus, I don’t want my kids to suffer because of the wrong decisions I made.

I figured it would be easier to tell him over the phone that I’m going to travel for the next few years. Travelling nurses make good money, plus I’ll see the world at someone else’s expense. It’s a win-win, if I think about it.

Not having to see the disappointment on his face when I told him we would not get married soon made it easier for me to tell him.

He begged me to come back to him once I was done with travelling. I don’t know. I’ll see how I feel. Right now, I’m just focused on my career, making lots of money, travelling and having more fun. We know what that means. Wink, wink.

My first stop was Dallas, Texas. An elderly, rich man needed care on his deathbed. I did an outstanding job at looking after him and blowing his son when he came over to the house to visit. For all I know, he could inherit a lot of money and choose me to be his wife.

One day, after his father fell asleep, Anthony came over and told me to meet him in the bathroom. I thought he wanted another blow job, but we ended up having sex. He told me he would buy me something nice if I let him stick it in the rear. I did.

His father passed away a week later, and Anthony never came to the house again. So much for my gift. The bastard.

California was the next stop. I looked after an elderly lady whose great-granddaughter was getting married. It was her dream to see her walk down the aisle. I attended to her every need, and she often tipped me for providing a great service.

The great-granddaughter and her fiance came over to the house to visit the old lady. Oh, my God. He was so hot. I couldn’t stop smiling at him. I pictured him shoving his dick into my pussy in every position and pounding me until I passed out.

Two days before the wedding, Julio came over to the house by himself. I thought that was strange. Anyway, I’m glad he did because he and I ended up having sex in the room next to the elderly woman. I screamed so loudly that I wouldn’t be surprised if she heard us, despite having hearing problems.

It turns out she did hear us. Her great-granddaughter found out about us, and I had to get out of there ASAP. Yikes.

My next adventure awaited me in Kansas. You’d think that such a conservative state would not be home to sex parties, yet it was. I had looked after an elderly couple who had only a middle-aged daughter visit them. Since I’m not bisexual, I needed to find some dick.

That’s exactly what I discovered on a night out. I ended up at a bar with a guy who invited me to a “secret party”, as he called it. I thought, what the hell? Might as well try it.

I was pleasantly surprised to discover that it was an orgy. I ended up getting slammed by five dudes. Whoa! That’s a new personal record. The best I did was three in one night while at college.

I headed down south and ended up in Brazil. Watching porn made me wonder what it would be like to be rammed by two black dudes. Of course, I couldn’t rob myself of that pleasure, so I found them at a dance festival. They were high as a kite, and I wasn’t much more sober than them.

We ended up in a cheap motel. I got on my hands and knees on the bed. The guy I blew stood in front of me, and the other one banged me doggystyle while standing in front of the bed.

A few minutes later, they swapped positions.

The one guy lay on the bed and I sat on him. The other bent his knees, squatting down, and stuck his dick into my ass. I gotta admit that it felt amazing to be penetrated in both holes by huge dicks. They banged the living crap out of me. I can’t even remember how loudly I screamed. It must’ve woken up the people in the room next to us.

I sucked both of them off, switching from one dick to the other while they stood in front of me on the floor. Both of them came on my face and into my mouth.

I got woken up in the middle of the night, feeling somebody heavy pouncing me. One of the two guys was on top of me, giving it to me from behind. How the hell he got his dick into my pussy, I have no idea. But he managed to do it and was going at it hard.

I breathed heavily and then eventually began to scream. That woke up the other guy, who ended up joining us for another round.

The three of us had fun. I didn’t even know their names. Ugh, who cares about that? As long as I was having the time of my life.

After providing care to several families in other South American countries, I headed to Asia.

Singapore was amazing. So many rich men. I had never been with an Asian guy, but I was prepared to try anything once. He was fairly good-looking and interesting. I enjoyed his story of rags to riches, and he promised to buy me a Rolex watch.

I slept with him after our first dinner date. His dick was tiny, so I didn’t enjoy the sex. The only reason I saw him two days later was to collect the watch. After he gifted it to me during lunch, I finished my food and made an excuse to get back to work.

Japan was great. I found the Japanese to be highly conservative, which is really not my thing. Luckily for me, I met a fellow traveller from Australia. Wade was a cheeky one. I knew that he would pump and dump me, and that was fine with me.

The sex with him was amazing. We, actually, had a few sessions. I also let him enter my ass. Ugh, why not? I was travelling throughout the world, having fun. Might as well take full advantage of it.

Europe was next on my list. I went to Germany, France, Italy, Sweden, Norway, Russia and Iceland. The sexcapades were amazing. I can’t even remember how many guys I slept with. Too many to count. And it’s not like the number was important. Who would care?

My European patients also paid really well for my care, so I walked away being satisfied financially and sexually. Come to think of it, Europe was the best continent I had visited.

Ethan had called me numerous times for the first two years. I hadn’t called him once. He wanted to know when I would be back, and I couldn’t give him an answer. I was having the time of my life, and I didn’t want the joyride to end.

My travels continued for the next five years. One morning I woke up, and I was thirty years old. Even though I looked forward to that birthday, that age snuck up on me. It’s like my biological clock buzzed like crazy, sending me into a state of panic.

For some reason, I felt like I had aged ten years overnight. I couldn’t explain it. It was truly bizarre. But I felt that I needed to take my life to the next chapter. I wasn’t sure what that was, but I needed to change.

I thought that feeling would vanish throughout the next few weeks as I continued to sleep around. But it didn’t. In fact, it got stronger. I tried to ignore it, but it kept sneaking up on me, just when I thought it had left me alone.

In New Zealand, I met Chad. He was tall, fit and handsome. What can I say? He was my type.

Chad was a lifeguard on Piha Beach. I was tanning while watching several ladies approach and engage him in conversation. His burnt-blond hair and six-pack must’ve played a role in their decision to chat him up.

After they walked away, one by one, it was my turn to see what the fuss was all about. Well, he didn’t disappoint. He was funny, almost jerk-like. He made some rather crass comments about me, which had me wondering if he was joking or being serious. Chad was definitely different from Ethan.

We ended up in the sack that night. God, he was amazing in bed. We must’ve done it in every position imaginable.

For the next few days, I insisted that we meet up. Chad didn’t seem that keen, but I couldn’t get enough of the sex. I’m not sure if that was a technic he used with all the women he slept with, but I didn’t care. As long as he banged me hard, that’s all that mattered.

A week later, I contacted him, and he didn’t respond. I called every day for the next week and no answer. I even went to Piha beach, but I didn’t see him there.

Three weeks later, I got sick. I kept puking and had no appetite to eat. I eventually had to go to the doctor. And my, oh my, did I get the shock of my life. I found out that I was preggy. Definitely not what I wanted, especially because Chad would not be the father that I had always wanted for my child.

Hell, he wouldn’t be any type of father since he wasn’t interested in me. Why would he be interested in my child? He definitely wasn’t the type to be tied down. To be completely honest, he was a jerk. I don’t know what I was thinking, having unprotected sex with him.

Working until I gave birth wasn’t feasible. I didn’t want to risk catching something from my patients and infecting my child. The only solution was to go back home to Tempa.

I hadn’t told Ethan that I was back. He had stopped calling about a year ago, and I didn’t know what to say to him.

In January, I gave birth to Emma. She looked adorable. I couldn’t let her out of my arms.

Three months after her birth, I became concerned about my finances. My savings had depleted because more than a year had passed since I had worked.

Getting back on the road wasn’t an option because of Emma. I hadn’t found a reliable babysitter who could be in sync with my schedule, so I had to work part-time.

Having to fund a baby and my lifestyle on a part-time income was tough. I needed help.

“Hey, Ethan. It’s Allison. How are you?”

“Allison. Hey. What you up to?”

“I’m actually back in Tempa. You around?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Great. I was hoping we could get lunch and catch-up.”

“For what?”

Oh, wow. That threw me off. I thought he would jump at the chance to spend time with me. “Um, to chat and see how you’re doing, what you’ve been up to.”

“Allison, I appreciate the call, but I don’t see the point in doing a catch up. I’ve moved on with my life.”

“I see. What are you up to?”

“I’m actually planning my wedding.”

“You’re getting married?”

“Yeah.”

“Anyone I know?”

“Yes. It’s Maggie.”

My heart dropped to my stomach. Maggie. How could he marry her? He was supposed to marry me? How could he do that to me? How could she?

“I see.”

“You sound surprised,” he said.

“I am. I always thought that you and I would end up together.”

“That’s what I thought as well. But eventually, I realised that you cared more about travelling, your career and God knows what else. I can imagine what that is, but I’d rather not say. Let’s just say that travelling nurses have a reputation, and it’s not a good one.”

That was a heavy blow to the gut. I never expected that from Ethan. Maybe I deserved it. He was always sweet to me, and I pushed him away. I thought I could do better than him. It turns out that he was the perfect guy.

I didn’t bother telling Ethan about Emma. That would’ve proved his point even more.

Maggie invited me to the wedding, but I didn’t have the stomach to attend. It would’ve been too painful to watch her take the life that I should’ve lived.

Now, I’m a single mother with hardly any money and a high notch count. My baby is suffering because of the guy I chose to be with. Who’s going to want to marry a woman like that?

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