by Chrissy

Rosa waited for Ricky. She had been instructed by the director of the institution to give him a haircut. Rosa had experience as a hairdresser before training as a nurse, and she had mentioned this to the director. "Ricky has returned" the director told her that evening, "and I want you to give him a hair cut. His hair is far too long. I want you to shave it as short as possible".

Life had not dealt Ricky a kind hand. Orphaned at age 3, he'd spent all of his life in institutions. He had never walked within normal society. Subsequently, Ricky retained a childlike, naive quality intermingled with a profound wisdom that sometimes parallels guileless innocence. Ricky viewed the world as instinctively and as clearly as a child. If he wanted something, he merely took it. There were no gray areas in Ricky.s life, only black and white.

Ricky was a genius with locks. There wasn.t a lock that he could not pick. Therefore it was impossible to keep him confined to the institution. He.d escaped many times. He always returned of his own accord, of course, for he had nowhere else to go.

The director would become terribly angry whenever Ricky escaped. Each time he ran away he returned increasingly worldly wise, more able to cope in the real world and it was probably for this reason that the director became so irate. She knew she was losing him. Ricky was learning fast in the outside world. One day he would not return.

Whenever he returned from an escape attempt, the director would order him to her office for "discipline". The nurses would eye each other knowingly. It was a bizarre kind of discipline that occurred behind the locked door of the director.s office, for it was the director.s screams they heard - not Ricky.s.

Now there was a rumour among the staff at the institution that Ricky had been officially tested and pronounced sane. The director could not keep him any longer. She must set him free.

Rosa picked up her scissors and snapped the blades noisily. Nice and sharp. It was a shame Ricky was leaving. He was an unusually good-looking man and gossip among the nurses had it that he was a stallion in bed. Rosa had only worked at the institution for a few weeks but the many tales of passionate nights spent with Ricky had been the hot topic of conversation in the nurse.s quarters.

Rosa was one of the few resident nurses who lived-in. She had her own quarters, complete with narrow bed, a few pieces of ugly furniture and a TV set. As she waited in her cramped room for Ricky to arrive for his appointed haircut, she smoothed down her traditional white cotton nurse.s outfit. She was naked beneath. Rosa aimed to sample some of Ricky.s famous love making techniques before he left for good. She stood up from the bed and observed herself in the small mirror. She was pretty girl of 20 years, shapely and slim. She looked forward to the evening ahead. A haircut was not all Ricky was going to get from her tonight.

A tap sounded at the door and in strode Ricky. A moderately tall, extremely good-looking man of 23, he wore a cheap red T-shirt and faded, well worn jeans that clung to his muscular body . Her eyes ran over him approvingly yet, she experienced a pang of sympathy as well. He.d never really had a chance at a normal life.

Ricky was listening to a Walkman. He pulled the earphones from his ears as he entered the room and switched off the music.

"Hi, Ricky! Where did you get the Walkman?" Rosa asked. She knew he had no way of buying such a article.

"I took it when I was out" Ricky replied simply. His eyes ran over the small room, then he observed Rosa with interest. It was clear he noticed the lack of underwear. He smiled to himself.

"You mean you stole it?" Rosa continued, she put her hands on her hips as if chastising a small child.

"Yeah" returned Ricky, his eyes on her breasts, the nipples obvious beneath the white cotton, "I stole it - and these boots too" He held out his foot for her inspection. He wore a brand new pair of expensive leather cowboy boots and was clearly very proud of them.

"Ricky you mustn.t steal. If you get caught you will go to jail"

"I.m already in jail" Ricky remarked dryly.

"Well, you.re getting out soon" Rosa stated. His head snapped up at her words and he regarded her with interest and surprise.

"I.m getting out?" he frowned, "What do you mean, I.m getting out?"

Rosa realized with a sinking heart that she had said something she shouldn.t have. Ricky obviously had not been informed of his impending freedom during the marathon .discipline. session he'd spent with the director that afternoon

"Well, I shouldn.t have said anything, I suppose. But, yes, it.s true. Remember those tests they did? You have been judged sane. They can.t keep you here any longer, Ricky"

Ricky.s handsome face lit up with joy. He brushed back his long dark curls and rushed to open the door.

"Where are you going?" Rosa cried, catching his arm and jerking him back.

"To get my things, I.m leaving for good"

"No, no" she grabbed his other arm and he stood looking down at her, his big copper-coloured eyes wide with excitement, "You have to wait until the director speaks with you. She will explain everything"

He made another dive at the door, "I.m going to see the director" he announced.

Rosa caught him around the waist. "No. Listen Ricky - you have to wait until it.s official. Forget I said anything, okay?".

His turned to look at her. His hair had grown extremely long and he pushed it impatiently from his eyes.

"The director wants me to cut your hair. She wants you to look nice for your new life".

"Short hair will make me look nice?" he joked, a wicked gleam in his eye.

Rosa laughed. There was nothing wrong with Ricky's sense of humour. "You look nice all the time, and you know it! So sit down in the chair, handsome, and we can get started"

He did as he was told and sat on the wooden chair. However, the news that he would soon be free had filled him with such an intense energy, he could hardly keep still as she draped the plastic sheet around him.

Rosa ran her comb thru his soft glossy curls. What a shame to have to cut such lovely hair and it suited him long and curly. With a frown she remembered the director.s words "shave it as short as possible", and with a sigh of regret she diligently began snipping at the curls. Locks of hair gathered on the floor. When she was finished clipping, she plugged in the razor and shaved his head.

As she leaned over Ricky, her breast accidentally brushed his face. He pulled an arm from beneath the plastic sheet and slid his hand around her waist, pulling her down. She almost toppled and fell against him. He jerked her into a sitting position on his lap and grinned at her.

"You.re not wearing anything under that, are you?" he stated simply. He put a hand inside the top of her uniform and she felt his warm palm cup her breast. His other hand touched the back of her head and he gently steered her lips towards his. Scissors and comb slipped from Rosa.s hand as she moved her fingers behind his neck and untied the plastic sheet letting it drop to the floor. Still sitting in his lap, she wrapped her arms around him and opened her mouth for his kiss. To her surprise she tasted peppermint and, as his tongue moved between her open lips, he allowed a piece of gum to slip from within his mouth to hers. She pulled her face away and looked at him in with a raised eyebrow.

"Did you steal the gum too?" she asked, not being able to stop the smile that crossed her face. She chewed the piece of gum and then removed it from her mouth.

He nodded and continued the deep kiss. His strong fingers quickly unbuttoned her nurse.s uniform and she sat naked upon his lap. They were kissing with growing passion now, Ricky.s warm hands sliding up and down her body. Rosa was consumed with excitement. She was about to discover for herself just how well Ricky made love.

"Lets go to the bed. she gasped. Ricky did not need to be told twice. He stood and hurriedly pulled the T-shirt over his head and flung it across the room. As Rosa settled herself on the bed watching, he unzipped his jeans and his very aroused penis sprang free. Her fellow nurses had not been exaggerating, Ricky was well endowed. Extremely well endowed. He kicked off the jeans and eagerly joined her on the narrow bed. Their warm bodies came together, arms entwined, moving in passionate rhythm, their lips opened again for more deep tongue kissing. She could feel his hard penis rubbing against her bare stomach.

"Put it inside" he gasped. Rosa quickly did as she was told and he moved on top of her and began thrusting, slow and teasing at first, making her squirm with pleasure. The pace soon picked up, until he was thrusting into her forcefully. Rosa had to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming aloud with joy. Their vigorous love-making caused the cheap wooden bed to strike the wall noisily with every wild lunge, but Rosa was beyond caring. She was in erotic heaven. She never wanted him to stop. He filled her completely. The room echoed with their moans and gasps. The tortured wall behind the bed shuddered and plaster cracked from the repeated striking of the headboard. Their writhing bodies perspired, their hot skin blushed with passion. Rosa grasped his ass in her hands savouring the rhythmic tightening of his buttocks as he rocked into her. Her legs waved in the air in rapturous abandon.

"What is going on here?" a sudden cold voice sliced thru their haggard moans.

Rosa looked over Ricky.s shoulder to see the director watching them from the open doorway, her arms crossed, her eyes narrow with hostility.

But Rosa was helpless. The tempo of lovemaking was increasing, the bed slammed into the wall with a resounding pace, an orgasm was about to wash over both of them and nothing was going to stop it. They climaxed together. Rosa closed her eyes relishing the delicious sensation. Ricky, unaware of the director.s presence, pulled her up into a sitting position.

"We don.t have to stop" he gasped still ramming into her. "Keep moving, I can keep going"

" Ricky, " Rosa whispered in his ear. "The director is here"

Ricky saw the look in her eyes, and spun his head to behold the director. "Hello" he mumbled, raising his hand in a feeble wave, his breath coming in ragged gulps, "What do you want?"

The director.s features grew crimson with fury. "I want you to go back to your own bed, Ricky. And you", she glared at Rosa, "You are fired. Pack your things and get out of here. Now!".

Ricky jumped from the bed and, naked and sweating from the powerful lovemaking, moved across the small room toward the director.

"Why didn.t you tell me I am free?" he asked, "That I can leave here"

The director.s cold eyes left Ricky.s naked form and snapped back to Rosa "What have you been saying to him?" she demanded.

"I told him the truth. I told him he is normal. He is free". Rosa pulled a sheet around her nakedness.

Ricky and Rosa stared in astonishment as the director suddenly crumpled into heap on the floor before them. She began sobbing noisily into her hands, her whole body quivering. "I can.t let him go, I love him so" she wailed. "I can.t live without him"

Ricky dropped to his knees and gently stroked the director.s hair. "I must leave" he said soothingly "I.m going to get married"

Both the director and Rosa looked at him in astonishment.

"I.m in love" he stated matter of factly. "Last time I escaped I met a girl. She.s a movie star named Marina. I.m going to marry her and we will have three or four children"

The director began wailing even louder. Rosa pulled the sheet around her body and got up from the bed. Rising up on tiptoes she kissed Ricky on the cheek.

"I hope you and Marina will be happy." She smiled. "You.d better go to your room now. You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow. I.ll look after her" she nodded toward the director.

Ricky pulled on his clothes and left the room, carrying the prized cowboy boots in his hands.

Rosa knelt and cradled the director.s head in her arms. "You must let him go. He doesn.t belong here" she murmured.

The director gazed at her with tear stained eyes. Black mascara ran down her cheeks.

"I.ll release him tomorrow" she hiccuped. "I.ll give him some money, give him a good reference so he can find himself a job."

"You.re a kind person really" Rosa grinned.

"And you.re not fired" the director smiled wiping away tears. "Isn.t Ricky a fantastic lover?"

Rosa nodded enthusiastically. "Marina is one lucky lady".

Captured by Janet-Sun

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