Sexual Karma Part 2

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Reposting the first three chapters of part 2.

Part 2 - Chapter 1 - Special Care

Head pounding and chest on fire, Jaime awoke to the smell of
disinfectant and the rhythmic beeping of a heart rate monitor.

"What happened?" Jaime said.

His clothes had been replaced by a paper gown that allowed a not so
unpleasant breeze to flow up his legs. An attempt to rub his throbbing
forehead was thwarted by the IV stuck in his arm. A curtain was drawn
around the bed preventing any view of the world beyond.

Memories formed. The party, Gwen, Stacy, Mike, Maria. One after the
other, a quick succession of images each replaced in an instant by the
next. Some were good, some were wonderful, and some were painful.
Justin had put him here. So upset about the scene he had walked in on,
Jaime had not noticed a drunken Justin following him outside and
sucker punching him in the back of the head.

Fists clenched and nostrils flared as he thought of Justin and Mike.
It was hard to decide who he hated more in that moment. Justin was a
typical jock, caring about no one but himself and preying on the weak
and naive. There was little surprise that he would retaliate for the
humiliation he had endured that day, and a part of Jaime understood
that.

The betrayal by Mike was even worse. Physical pain pales in comparison
to emotional despair. They had only been friends for a day, but in
that day a bond had formed. Mike knew that Jaime was going to that
party to see Maria and that he was interested in her. Yet the moment
Jaime leaves he whips out his monster and enthralls her with it,
making her forget about Jaime and anything else. Even with the recent
unexplainable enhancements, Jaime knew he was nowhere near as large as
Mike and that there was no point in pursuing Maria now.

The only mysteries were how he ended up in a hospital and, more
importantly, who had saved him? Before he could dwell on the subject
the curtain was pulled back. The nurse, or possibly candy striper from
how young she looked, jumped at the site of Jaime.

"You're awake." She said. "I have to go get the doctor."

The girl hurried from the room before Jaime could ask a single
question. He watched her ass bounce as she ran out of sight. When an
ass still looks good in a hospital uniform it has to be magnificent.

She returned with a doctor, Dr. Rodgers, who asked Jaime questions
about his injury. The doctor became impatient when all Jaime could
remember was getting hit hard in the head and kicked in the ribs.

"It's very important that you tell us everything, no matter how
embarassing." Dr. Rodgers said.

"I don't know what you want from me. I told you everything I know." Jaime said.

"Were you taking any drugs or drink alcohol last night?" Rodgers probed.

"No drugs. Alcohol, but none within an hour of being attacked." Jaime
admitted, Rodgers didn't seem to believe him but he gave up his
questioning.

"Alright, your CAT scan and MRI showed no internal damage. You got
lucky this time, but let it be a warning about the perils of partying.
Your ribs aren't broken, just bruised. We'd like you to stay for one
more night just in case. We'll discharge you tomorrow if there is no
change. The nurses couldnt get into your phone to find an emergency
contact number, so call someone who can pick you up tomorrow. I swear
you kids think you're invincible." Dr. Rodgers turned to the nurse.
"Check on the other boy, Katie, and let me know immediately when he
wakes up."

"Yes, doctor." Katie said.

Jaime noticed for the first time that he was sharing the room with
someone else. The curtain was, as his own had been, preventing him
from seeing who was laying there.

The doctor left, but Katie remained behind. This time we was able to
assess more than just her butt. Her brown hair was pulled back in a
pony tail. No makeup or jewelry was noticeable, but she was still easy
on the eyes. Hazle eyes, a kind smile, and brilliant white teeth
contributed to a naturally beautiful face that didn't require
altering.

"Can I get you anything?" Katie asked.

"Got any morphine?" Jaime said.

"We have it, but I don't think your injuries qualify. I could probably
get you some Motrin." She offered.

"I was just kidding. I'm used to pain. I did a lot of kickboxing last
year." Jaime told her.

"Must not be very good at it." She said, placing a hand under his
right eye. The surge of pain at her touch told him it was bruised.

"I was attacked from behind. You're way younger prettier than the
nurse I had a few years ago when I had my tonsils out." Jaime said.

"Well, I'm not technically a nurse yet. Pennbrook supplies the local
hospitals with interns from their nursing program. We can't perform
any procedures without supervision, but we can still look in on
patients." Katie explained.

"That's cool. I'm sure everyone's satisfied when you're taking care of
them." Jaime said.
"Where are my pants?"

A chill caused Jaime to shift the conversation to his missing clothes.
Even if he was going to be getting out soon, he wanted out of his
paper covering and into something comfortable.

"We had to cut them off of you last night. Pants, shirt, even
underwear." Katie said, her hand caressing his arm. "It's rare that I
get such a treat working here. Usually, the only naked men I see are
over 60 and getting a catheter put in." Katie laughed.

"Like what you saw?" Jaime asked, his newfound boldness seemed to be a
byproduct of the recent changes to his body.

"It was certainly more impressive than the other guy you came in
with." Katie admitted.

The praise caused an involuntary arousal. There were no blankets on
top of him to conceal his growing erection. Katie didn't blink, her
eyes fixated on him, as the paper gown rose like a circus tent.
Without saying a word she walked over to the door, shut it, returned
to Jaime's side, and drew the curtain around the bed.

"What are you doing?" Jaime asked.

"I wouldn't want you to be embarassed if anyone walked in on you in
such a state." She said, her gaze still locked on Jaime's crotch.
"That looks painful. Those gowns aren't exactly roomy. You can take it
off if it would make you more comfortable. I could go if you're shy."

Katie wanted to see it. Jaime felt a little awkward, and also excited.
Even with the curtains drawn, someone could walk in and discover them
any moment. It wouldn't be his problem, but he didn't want to see
Katie get in trouble. His excitement got the best of him.

"I'm not shy at all. Plus you saw it already, so what's there to
hide?" Jaime hiked up his gown, having some trouble getting it over
his rock hard erection. It sprung free with violent force. Katie was
leaning in so close it nearly slapped her across the face. There was
no growth since the previous night. Jaime was both relieved and a
little saddened by that. He didn't want it to grow forever, but a
little bigger wouldnt be bad.

"Wow." Katie said, mouth wide open, seemingly unable to say anything else.

"You just going to look at it all day?" Jaime said. He felt like a
dick egging her on, but he could tell what she wanted and the faster
it went the less chance of being caught.

Katie accepted his invitation without delay, taking his monster in her
tiny hands. It looked even more impressive to Jaime in her grasp than
in his own. She stroked him a few times, her face coming closer with
each motion. Tongue and lips caressed his head and shaft.

"Oh...my turn for wow." Jaime said.

More of his dick disappeared into Katie's mouth every second. It
seemed she wouldn't settle for less than every inch down her throat.
Unable to take the last few inches, she pumped the bottom of his cock
while bobbing up and down on as much of it as she could.

The feeling was intense and wonderful, a brief respite from the
terrible pain of his bruised ribs and head. It was clear Katie was no
stranger to servicing a man. He came in her mouth, not bothering to
warn her.

Where else could it go but down her throat?

An answer was given in short order. Katie gagged as he shot his load
into her mouth, and cum began running out of her nostrils. Jaime could
help but laugh at the sight, and caught himself wondering briefly if
she made a habit of blowing patients.

She turned to leave as he pulled his gown back down over his sticky,
softening penis.

"My shift is almost over, but I'll be back on grave shift tonight."
Katie looked back and winked.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Jaime said.

"What's that?" Katie asked.

"The other patient. You're supposed to check on him." Jaime said.

"Oh right. I almost forgot." She said.

You did forget.

Eyes unwavering as Katie pulled back the curtains on the bed, Jaime
was stunned to see that Justin lay motionless in the bed not three
feet from him.
 

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The day after the party Maria sat in her Psychology class thinking
about the events that had transpired. Professor Fitzer's monotone
voice made it easy to ignore his ramblings and focus on more pressing
matters.

Out of all the parties she had been to in her life, that had certainly
been the craziest.
After being walked in on during her rendezvous with Mike, he put on
some sweat pants from Melanie's dresser that looked like shorts on him
and chased after Jaime. Maria put her underwear back on and went
outside to find her other clothes. When she was fully dressed she
heard a commotion coming from the front of the house. The sound of
sirens and the scattering of partiers told her that the police were
coming. She took a long walk back to her dorm and tried not to think
about what happened.

"What did you do last night?" Melanie's voice cut through the fog.

"Huh? Nothing. Are you even in this class?" Maria asked.

"No, but I knew you were and I couldn't wait to hear about that guy
you chased into the house last night. I've never seen a dick so big in
all my life, and I've been sucking and fucking since I was thirteen. I
know something happened, so spill it girl." Melanie said.

"We didn't have sex, Jaime walked in on us before we could get that
far, but I did blow him. Is that what you wanted to know? To be honest
I'm kind of glad. There's no way I could have handled it. What you saw
was nothing. It got much bigger." Maria said, not wanting to but
knowing if she didn't Melanie would never let up.

"Jaime? Wasn't that the guy who you were supposed to hook up with last
night? Well, that sucks." Melanie's insight was exceeded only by her
tact.

"You think? I really liked Jaime, but then he left with another girl
and I was drinking. Mike was cute, innocent, and nice. He actually
listened when I talked." Maria explained, more to herself than to
Melanie.

"Girl you have got to get over your ex. He was a douchebag who cheated
on you. That doesn't mean you should abandon the hotties for nerds and
losers. Now this Mike guy has a huge rod, which gives him bonus
points, but you can't seriously be considering ddting him, can you?"
Melanie said.

"You don't know anything. I'll date and fuck whoever I want. I don't
need your approval." Maria's voice got louder as she spoke.

This time Melanie was much closer to the truth. Maria's last boyfriend
had been a cheater, but also an abuser. When he wasn't forcing her to
have sex or out fucking other women, he would be telling her how
worthless she was and punching her around the apartment they shared.

Chances are good she would still be with him, but fate intervened on
her behalf. After graduating, he was offered a position at a company
in California. He tried to get Maria to transfer to a college near
him, but her request were denied thanks to a few horrid
recommendations from teachers who were aware of her situation.

Mike was the safe guy she had been looking for ever since. He could
hardly lay a hand on her in lust, let alone anger.

"Alright, no need to freak. Don't come crying to me when he wants you
to go to Star Trek conventions with him." Melanie said.

"Is my class disturbing your conversation, ladies?" Dr. Fitzer called
out from the front of the class.

Maria hadn't heard anything the good doctor had said up until that point.

"No, sorry Professor, we..." Maria began, blushing as she spoke.

"That's Doctor, young lady." Dr. Fitzer corrected.

"Hey doc. I was asking her if she had a spare tampon. I ran out, but
if you'd prefer I bleed all over your floor that works too." Melanie
said, the lie flowing from her lips without pause. There was a
collective groan from every male in the class.

"I...that is...why don't you two take your business outside." Dr.
Fitzer's face had turned purple, whether from embarrassment or anger
it was impossible to tell.

The girls left the classroom. Maria burst out laughing as soon as they
entered the corridor.

"How could you say that in front of the whole class?" Maria said
through the laughter.

"Fuck that guy. 'That's doctor, young lady.' I hate pretentious
douchebags." Melanie said. "That look on his face was priceless."

"I don't have another class for a few hours. Want to go get some
lunch?" Maria asked.

"Only if you're buying." Melanie replied, and they set off towards the
student center.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, but as they approached the
center Melanie reignited the conversation.

"You think I should get a boob job?" She asked Maria.

"Where did that come from?" Maria stopped and gave her friend a once
over. Compared to Maria, there was nothing spectacular about Melanie's
breasts, but she was far from flat chested. There were plenty of times
when Maria would have been happy to trade places. Most guys found her
DD's enthralling, yet so few could handle them properly.

"I don't know. Just thinking about it. My housemate Rebecca had hers
done last summer and they look amazing." Melanie said.

It was an odd moment for Maria. She heard Melanie's words, but it went
deeper than the words. There had always been a confidence in Melanie.
A "This is who I am. Fuck you if you don't like me." mentality that
pervaded her words and actions. This slip of insecurity was new, and
Maria wasn't quite sure how to take it.

"You look amazing Melanie. Don't even think about changing anything
about you because I love it all." Maria said, leaning in for a hug.

"We'll see." Was her only reply as she avoided Maria's embrace.

Lunch was awful. The food in the student center was nothing but
glorified take out, but they had meal plans and wouldn't let them go
to waste.

Afterwards they took a walk in Wyatt Greens, a park in the middle of
the campus. It was a beautiful, sunny fall day. Students were playing
frisbee, jogging, and some were doing yoga. Maria scanned the crowd as
they walked. She didn't know anybody, but that wasn't uncommon with
the size of the school.

"Hey, isn't that Mike?" Melanie said, pointing across the field. "Oh
my God, look at what he's wearing. It's like, totally embarrassing."

Maria looked where Melanie was pointing and, sure enough, there was
Mike. His pace was quick and he was far away, but Maria was no
stranger to running.

"I need to talk to him. I'll see you later." Maria said, running off
towards her target without hesistation.
 

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The morning started off like any other for Stacy. Morning coffee,
stretch, and a quick jog around campus to perk up for the day ahead.
Effects from her encounter with Jaime made her jog less comfortable
than usual. It had been a long time, too long, since she felt so sore
from sex, but it was a pleasant reminder of what she had to look
forward to later. She had every intention of texting Jaime that
afternoon for some fun when she finished her study session.

Gwen and Brittany were awake when Stacy returned to their room, and it
wasn't a scene for the faint hearted. Screams and curses flew from
both sides, neither stopping to take in what the other had to say.

"You said you wouldn't leave me alone." Gwen said as Stacy walked in the door.

"I met a cute guy. What was I supposed to do, tell him I had to
babysit my lightweight roommate? Not my fault you can't handle your
liquor, bitch." Brittany responded.

"I almost got fucking raped. Don't you even care?" Gwen's eyes filled
with tears as she spoke.

"Keyword is almost. Though, if you ask me, you could use a good
fucking. Maybe you wouldn't be such a little cunt if you spread your
legs for a nice big cock once in awhile." Brittany said, unrelenting.

That was enough for Stacy. She stayed long enough to gather some
clothing and books before rushing out the door. The last thing she
wanted was to get dragged into that hot mess. Stacy is the right
person to fix a broken arm or stop a nosebleed, but don't ask her to
take a side in an argument.

The bathroom was empty. Stacy stripped and entered the nearest stall,
turning on the hot water and letting it run over her body. Showers
were the best part of the morning. Jogging and coffee were her wake up
call, but the day didn't really begin until Stacy showered. Most of
her thinking that didn't involve school was done under the spraying
water, and today she had plenty of things on her mind. Her roommates
could become an issue. Gwen is sensitive and Brittany is wild, a
volatile combination even without the current situation. There was the
other problem too. The one that had plagued her since the previous
semester and showed no signs of going away. If there was nothing she
could do, then she would simply put it out of her mind and focus on
more pleasant experience, like the previous night.

Jaime had swooped into her life like an unexpected gift from above. He
was a knight in shining armor. Not her knight perhaps, but still a
knight. A gallant soul in a sea of depravity and ill will. As Stacy
thought about her experience with Jaime, her hands caressed her body.
One high, fondling her breast. The other low, massaging the clitoris
and penetrating her pussy. She sat down for and continued to
masturbate with thoughts of Jaime and his engorged cock. Piercing her,
satifying her, and making her forget about everything else in the
world.

Sounds from the real world interrupted her fantasy. A few girls had
entered the bathroom, discussing something in which Stacy had no
interest. She could have continued, they never would have known, but
the urge was lost.

The first thing she did after drying off and donning fresh clothes was
text Jaime about meeting up later on. It was soon, perhaps too soon
for the unwritten rules of hooking up, but Stacy didn't care. The
ongoing verbal clash between Gwen and Brittany was audible from half
way down the corridor, so Stacy decided to bypass her room and go to
the library.

Libraries tend to be one of the busiest places on any college campus,
but on this day it was almost deserted. There were few assignments due
the second day of class and tests wouldn't start for weeks, but Stacy
lived life by her own rules. While other kids are off drinking and
partying, she spent her free time studying. Learning everything about
the human body and it's ailments is her quest, treating them her goal.

Some people find it difficult to study for long periods of time, but
to Stacy there was nothing more natural. Getting lost in a book all
day and not realizing she had missed appointments was not an uncommon
occurence. It might have happened again if the call of nature hadn't
sounded after an hour of intense knowledge absorption.

Her business taken care of, Stacy washed her hands and was about to
get back to work when a familiar face walked into the restroom. It
took a moment of staring to remember where she recognized the face
from, and that moment didn't go unnoticed.

"What?" Kris asked coldly.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to stare. I couldn't figure out how I knew you. We
live in the same dorm." Stacy said, feeling a little uneasy.

"Everyone seems to know me in that building. The lucky girl who gets
the boy for a roommate." Kris said, her sarcasm palpable. "If you're
looking for his phone number forget it. I don't know it and don't want
to."

"I already have his number. We met last night. I don't know why you
are so down on him, he's a really nice guy." Stacy said, angered by
Kris' attitude.

"A really nice guy? You must have fucked him if you thunk you know him
well enough to defend him." Kris laughed. "Did you enjoy that average
cock of his?"

"Average? Have you been dating horses? That boy is huge." Stacy said
without thinking.

"Interesting." Kris said, leaving without another word.

Surprised and perplexed, Stacy waited a moment and then followed her.
Kris was entering a room halfway down the hall. It was one of the
meeting rooms students coukd reserve to work on projects in a private
setting. She scampered down the hall, hoping to question Kris and
learn what she meant. Something about that response, "interesting",
didn't sit well with Stacy. As she approached the door she heard
voices inside. Kris was not alone, but she had left the door open just
a hair. Stacy decided to listen before barging in.

"Let's call this meeting to order." A voice sounded accompanied by a
banging of gavel on wood.

"Good morning sisters." The voice said.

"Good morning Sister Morgana." A group of voices replied.

"The order is pleased to announce that one of our candidates from last
semester has achieved full membership status with her recent success.
Kristal, would you please stand up."

"Thank you." Stacy heard Kris' voice loud and clear. "I have some
interesting news about our subject."

"Already? It's only been a day. Do tell." Sister Morgana interrupted.

"I ran into a girl from our dorm. She encountered the subject last
night, and insisted that his endowment was far more substantial than
we might recall." Kris testified.

"So, he has foiled your doubts it would seem?" Morgana asked.

"For now. One good deed does not an angel make." Kris replied.

"Very well. Continue to monitor his progress and inform us of any side
effects." Morgana said, moving onto other business.

Stacy couldn't make sense of what she had heard, but she knew she
didn't want to be caught eavesdropping by that bunch of weirdos so she
moved down the hall as quietly as she could. The buzzing of her phone
nearly stopped her heart, jumping a foot off the ground at the sudden
vibration from her pocket.

"Sorry Stacy. I'm in the hospital. Maybe another time" The text from Jaime read.

What did that bitch do to him?

"Brt" Stacy responded. No better place for an aspiring doctor to visit
than a hospital.