Rite of Spring

It’s been a cool spring here in New England. We have, at long last, a truly warm day here, temperature close to ninety. As I drove to the hospital I saw the first buds of leaves on the trees and finally experienced the feeling of rebirth that spring is supposed to engender in us all. However, there is one important thing which every young man requires to really experience the joys of spring. Yes dear readers, the most vital Rite of Spring, girls in tight T shirts!

All winter I have suffered. Yea and verily dear friends, I have, these many months, been denied that which helps keep a young man alive, the exquisite vision of barely constrained female flesh vibrating and undulating beneath thin fabric.

I took a walk during lunch and surprisingly found myself in guy heaven as the student nurses, X ray techs, and lab girls exited their dorm and walked to the hospital for classes.

Like a man dying of thirst who suddenly finds himself with an unlimited supply of fresh water, my thirsty eyes drank in the dozens of skimpily dressed lovelies as they slowly paraded past me on their way to class. I found my self nearly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, stunned into immobility from sheer admiration. I became worried I would appear too overwhelmed by such loveliness and lose my ‘cool’ image, so I wiped the small bit of drool from my lower lip, and moved to the side so I could lean against the fence and just admire the view without obstructing the flow of students.

As the girls passed by, those who knew me would give a smile or greeting and I would smile back. This was the first time I had seen many of them in civvies, and I was amazed at how good they looked, now that they had shed the modest and droopy student nurse uniforms or baggy sweatshirts and winter coats, and were clad in form fitting t shirts and tight jeans or shorts. Some I actually didn’t recognize until they said hello. I had the distinct impression that a few of the girls knew I was just enjoying myself, and put a little ‘extra’ into their walks.

When the long line of girls had passed, I found myself alone, just standing there on the side of the walkway and smiling broadly. Yes, life is good…