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Subject: {ASSM} The Student Nurse
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The Student Nurse 
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This is the type of story your mother warned you about... If you think
you might be offended, just don't read it.
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"All right, Jay, you sleep well, OK?" the night nurse said as she left the 
room.  
 
"I'll try," I replied, rolling over onto my right side, facing away from 
the window. The window was dirty, dirtier than I would have expected for a 
hospital. The vertical blinds had a few blades missing, so I could've see 
the smoke stacks in the distance had I wanted to. The room was dark, save 
for the light creeping around the mostly closed door to the hallway and, in 
the darkness, my eyes were playing tricks on me. I think it was because I 
kept catching the strobes from the tops of the smoke stacks out of the 
corner of my eye. Luckily, the Demerol I was given a while beforehand was 
starting to take its toll on my consciousness and drifted off to sleep. 
 
As I was waking up, I felt a warm, wet feeling around my groin. I reached 
down, and realized much to my dismay, that I had wet the bed. I had 
forgotten to go before I went to sleep and the depth of sleep induced by 
the drugs coursing through my system had blocked the messages from my 
bladder to my brain, letting me know to wake up because I needed to go. 
Here I was, 22 years old, and I had just wet the fucking bed.  
 
To avoid embarrassment, I decided to change the sheets myself. I knew where 
the spare linen was kept in my room and, in my dulled state, I figured I'd 
have no problem with this task. However, the torsional fracture of my right 
tibia, though casted, thought otherwise when I tried to stand. I completely 
forgot to use my crutches. I fell to the floor with a loud thud. Groaning 
from the pain that seeped through the pain meds, I realized that I had 
screwed up. I wouldn't be able to get myself back up into bed, let alone 
change the sheets, my gown, or avoid having my whole predicament found out. 
It was about this time that someone came into my room. 
 
"Mr. Cane?" came the soft call of a feminine voice, as she peered around 
the door into the darkened room. There was no tell-tale lump in the bed 
where I was supposed to have been, so she looked at the bathroom door. No 
light came from there, so I couldn't have been there. She stepped in to get 
a better view and that's when she saw my good leg sticking out from in 
between the two beds. "Jay? Are you okay?" 
 
"Yeah," I managed to say through my teeth, clenched more in embarrassment 
than pain.  
 
"What happened?" she inquired, "I heard a thump as I was walking by." 
 
I let out a long sigh. There was no use hiding the obvious. " I had a bit 
of an, um, accident."  
 
"Oh. That's okay," she said knowingly, "it happens sometimes. Why didn't 
you push the call button?" 
 
"I wanted to keep it quiet. Some job I did of that," I replied. 
 
She stepped in close enough for me to see her clearly now. She was a 
striking blonde I had seen earlier that night, though I didn't know her 
name. She was dressed in the patterned scrubs seemingly preferred by 
nurses; maybe they brought a little character out of the professionalism, 
or maybe they were just worn to avoid the standard blue or green hospital 
issue scrubs. As she bent over to help me I could tell she had a nice set 
of breasts, well restrained by a sports bra  that enhanced her cleavage 
while denying me a good look down in between them. I realized this a while 
later, when reviewing and recording the incidents of the night, as at that 
time I was uncharacteristically uninterested in anything remotely sexual.  
 
"Well, I can help you with keep it quiet," she said and then, 
retrospectively,"Well, parts of it. I have to report that you fell in case 
you possibly exacerbated your injury, but the rest can be our little 
secret."  
 
"Thanks, I appreciate that," I said as she helped me up onto the bed. As 
she lifted me, her bosom was pressed against my chest.  
 
"Are you okay?" she asked. 
 
"I think so." 
 
"Good, why don't we get you cleaned up?" she suggested."But this time use 
your crutches." 
 
"Good idea," I sarcastically replied.  
She handed me my crutches and guarded  me as I rose to my good leg. I made 
my way towards the bathroom, the blonde nurse keeping her hand on my back 
the whole way there. After entering the bathroom, I turned and sat down on 
the seat in the shower. She followed me in and closed the door. "What 
happened to your leg?" 
 
"I was in a biking accident. I tried to run a drop that was a little bit 
too difficult." 
 
"Ouch!" She responded,"Normally, though, they just cast you and send you 
home." 
 
"Yeah, that's what I thought. When they took my vitals, they found I had a 
fever. So they took some blood and it came back that I have some kind of 
infection. I guess their worried about the infection invading my bone." 
 
"That makes sense," she said nodding. "Well that sucks." 
 
I nodded. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the light in the bathroom, I 
could see her more clearly now. Her scrubs were patterned with little 
kittens, covering what was obviously a very curvaceous body. Using my nod 
as an excuse to look her over, I traced my eyes up her frame. The waistband 
of her scrubs were tied tightly around her slim waist and led up to a well 
endowed chest. Upon it was a name tag: Cindy O. - Student Nurse. She had a 
small birthmark near the base of her neck. Here face was certainly an 
asset. She had piercing green eyes and her hair was pulled back into a 
loose bun, secured by what appeared to be a long swab with the cotten end 
broken off. She had a few locks of hair dropped down by her ears, framing 
her face in an exquisite way. Now that the gig was up and she made me 
comfortable, I was starting to return to my normal, horny self. 
 
 I think she noticed my appreciative once-over because she soon said, 
"Okay, why don't we get you cleaned up." She moved her hands to the back of 
my gown and untied the top straps. The bottom ties were not secured so my 
gown fell down around may waist as she pulled it off of my shoulders. She 
straightened up and turned on the shower, her breasts hovering my field of 
view as she leaned into the shower. I imagined how they would feel against 
my lips, wishing it to be so. After adjusting the temperature of the water, 
she stood straight up again. 
 
"We need to keep your cast dry, so we can do this one of two ways; you can 
try and wash up yourself, or I can help you." 
 
" Why don't I try it on my own first." I was a bit concerned about my body. 
Nurse or not, she was going to see me naked, and while I had a good body, I 
was a bit concerned about the shrinkage factor. I edged myself back further 
onto the seat pulling on the safety bars with my hands. Unfortunately, I 
couldn't keep my balance, keep my cast dry, and wash myself like this. 
Noticing I was struggling with the complexities of what I had tried to 
undertake, Cindy reached in and pulled me upright again. 
 
"Why don't I help you," she said with a concerned look in her eyes. She 
must have known that I was a bit uncomfortable with that but seemed 
determined to allay my nerves.  
 
"All right," I said as she slipped on the latex gloves she retrieved from 
the wall mounted supply box. 
 
She walked over to the mauve counter, opened the second drawer and 
extracted a large sponge. Upon returning she reached into the stream of 
water and moistened the sponge. She ran it across over my shoulders, across 
the back of my neck. The water was cooler than I expected, but it felt good 
since I had fever. I could feel a bead of water trickle down my back. It 
felt good and I was beginning to get a bit aroused, which concerned me. I 
decided that the best approach would be to talk to her like nothing was 
going on. "So, how long have you been a nurse?" 
 
"Well, I am not a nurse yet, I am in training," she replied. 
 
"Cool. If you don't mind my asking, how old are you? You look like you're 
about my age." 
 
"I'm 22," she said. "I think I am the youngest one in my class." The sponge 
traversed my chest. Water trickled down my stomach towards my groin but was 
caught by my gown, which was, thankfully, still covering my lap. 
 
"Really?" I exclaimed, genuinely surprised. "I would have thought that 
there would be a majority of people your age in nursing school."  
 
"A lot of nurses are getting their bachelor's degree first and then 
starting nursing school. I finished my bachelors early and went right to 
nursing school. Most people my age are two years behind me," she said as 
she swabbed my stomach and sides. 
 
"Oh." It was all I could think of to say. 
 
"All right, we need to start on the lower half." This stunned me but I 
obediently lifted my arms from resting on top of crumpled gown. She pulled 
the gown from my lap and there I sat, naked as the day I was born, my cock 
not as shrunk as I thought it would be. She started wiping my stomach again 
and then she began to move down my body. As the sponge washed over my 
penis, it responded in what would ordinarily have been a positive way. She 
continued speaking as she did this: "Yeah, it's a bit lonely. I miss the 
fun of college. It was a lot of fun." 
 
"You can do whatever you want, whenever you want," I said. 
 
"You've got it. You can be impulsive, spontaneous. But now, it's very 
rigid," she said through a sigh. 
 
It took a lot of conscious effort not to reply with a sarcastic **Not yet, 
but it's getting there...** Instead, I said, "I can see how nursing would 
be like that. No impulsiveness. Everything is pre-planned and rehearsed."  
 
She reached up with her free hand and lifted my cock up, washing the 
underside of it. She then cupped my testes and sponged them off as well. I 
was getting more and more aroused, even though she was being very 
professional. I was a bit ashamed that I could control myself, but 
retrospectively, I am only human. 
 
"Yeah..." she drifted off. "No impulsive...." 
 
She look up at me, her hands pausing in their job duties. "Don't say 
anything," she pleaded softly, the reflection of the shower lights 
glimmering in the green of her irises. Her eyes looked down at my penis, 
its rigid form in her left hand, and she lowered her head. I was a bit 
confused as to what she meant, but I understood as her mouth enveloped the 
head of my cock. Sucking hard, she swirled her tongue around the underside. 
Her mouth slid down more of my shaft and she let go of my penis with her 
left hand and cupped my balls instead. As she slid her lips up and down, my 
dick became absolutely rigid. I watched her hair bun move closer and then 
further away from my face, her hair loosening with each drive downward. 
Eventually, the bun fell apart and I reached out and pulled the wooden 
sticks out of her flowing blond hair.  
 
She pulled her mouth off of my cock and looked up at me. She stuck out her 
tongue and took a long lick up the underside of my shaft. "Don't say 
anything," she repeated. Though at this point I understood. I reached down 
and cupped her left tit in my hand as she licked me, her eyes locked on 
mine. Her tongue flicked over the head in a delicate laps, driving me wild 
every time.  
 
"Cindy," I said, "Let me at you."  
 
A muffled "Uh-huh" hummed from her lips around my dick. She took one last 
hard, deep slurp and stood up. She walked over to the bathroom door. 
**SHIT** I thought, I thought she had meant "don't tell anyone", not 
literally "don't say anything." When she got to the door she grabbed the 
door handle and flipped the lock. She turned to me and said, "Promise me 
you won't say anything!"  
 
"I... I won't," I stammered. 
 
With that she reached down and pulled off her kitten top, leaving herself 
standing in a black sports bra . She started back towards me and as she 
took those few steps, she stripped off her sports bra, her gorgeous, firm 
breasts bouncing free. She straddled me in the shower seat, her breasts 
resting on my upper chest and shoulders. She kissed me hard, her tongue 
driving into my mouth with a fury. Her tongue was the most rigid of 
anyone's I had ever felt before and I loved it. I have always loved when a 
woman takes charge of what she wants and takes it.  
 
I reached down and started to untie her pants, trying hard to focus our 
kiss as much as getting her pants off. I fumbled with the ties, but was 
having trouble getting my bearings, not being able to see what I was doing. 
I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch on my cock, which was 
pressed in between my stomach and her hot mound. She broke off our kiss and 
leaned back. Expertly, she untied her scrub pants and dismounted my lap. 
She turned around and bent over as she slid her scrubs off. When her ass 
was free, I could see the swollen petals of her labia swelling around the 
thin strap of her black thong. I leaned forward and reached out, hooking my 
fingers in the high waistband and pulling them down as far as I could. I 
could smell the soft scent of her wetness since my nose was near her 
glistening mound. She stepped out of her thong and I pulled her backwards, 
burying my tongue inside of her pussy. I eagerly slid my tongue in and out 
of her, sometimes taking a side trip down her labia, licking and sucking it 
into my mouth. Her clit was pronounced and I gingerly explored how she 
reacted when I flicked at it with my tongue. On every touch, she pulled 
away a bit, so it seems a little too sensitive still for direct contact. I 
drew my tongue along her slit and into her pussy once again. I felt her 
hand come down in between her legs, rubbing her labia and clit the way she 
needed it at the time. I could feel her fingertips brushing my chin and 
lips as she played in her wetness. I reached out and took her right breast 
in my hand; finding the nipple, I started tapping it in time with the 
flicks of my tongue.  
 
After a few minute licking and tapping, I pulled my face away from her 
pussy a bit and slid two fingers into her. I slid my fingers in and out as 
she continued to tap her clit with her own fingers. I slid my thumb into 
her a few times to get it wet and then re-inserted my index and middle 
finger into her slit. With my thumb I started caresses her anus, spreading 
the wetness of her pussy around it. When it was nice and slick, I pulled my 
index finger from her pussy and started to work my finger into her ass. As 
I did this, she pushed back against my hand helping me ease my finger into 
her pussy and ass simultaneously. She moaned very, very softly as my finger 
poked through the tight opening into the spacious cavern behind it.  
 
She put her hand on her knee and twisted so she could look at me. She said, 
" I love the way that feels. Don't fucking stop." 
 
I wasn't about to stop. As I worked my fingers deeper and deeper inside of 
her, she ground against my hands harder. I could see her breasts swaying as 
she thrust torwards me. At one point, me not being able to move around very 
much on account of my leg, she thrust back hard enough that I had to pull 
my fingers out quickly and use my hand to steady myself with the safety 
bar. Upon realizing this, she moved forward a bit and breathlessly said, 
"Get them back in there."  
 
I said smiling, "I think you might like this..." I leaned forward and once 
again buried my face into her crotch. After a few laps at her slit, I 
pushed two fingers from my other hand into her pussy and pulled my tongue 
up, rimming her ass with it. Seconds later I slid the tip of my tongue into 
her anus, savoring the sharp flavor. She squealed through her closed lips 
when my tongue penetrated her. She rocked against  my face, her hands on 
her knees for balance, I licked and sucked and lapped hungrily.  
 
Abruptly, she pulled away and turned around. "We're going to do this right. 
I want to be fucked!"  
 
"Doctor's orders, Ma'am?" I replied. 
 
"Doctor's orders," she confirmed with a lustful smile. 
 
She moved towards me, straddling me as I moved my back against the wall for 
support. The shower spray was now hitting her back and the front of my good 
leg. She guided my cock into her pussy, which was dripping wet and 
impossibly hot and tight. If it wasn't for her aggressiveness, I would have 
thought she was a virgin. As we found a rhythm and position, with her 
perfect breasts conveniently right at tongue-level, she started talking to 
me quietly as we fucked each other.  
 
"I've never jumped someone like this before," she admitted. 
 
"Well, I have never been jumped like this before," I followed suit. "So, I 
guess we're both lucky." 
 
"No one has ever played with my ass..." She drew a deep breath and then 
continued, "... before.  
 
"It seemed like you liked it." I said. 
 
"It felt so strange, but good." She slid down on my cock pausing to clench 
her pussy around it a bit. "It burned a bit, but it was so spontaneous." 
 
"You seemed so hot and turned on, it just seemed like the right thing to 
do," I said. "I've never been with a woman who let me do it before. Thank 
you." 
 
"I've always wondered what it would feel like to have someone else do 
it..." she said. 
 
"Huh?" I looked at her quizzically. 
 
"I've played with it when getting myself off, but only touching the outside 
and using a vibrator." She paused for a few strokes. "I've never been with 
anyone who's tried before." 
 
I just looked at her. What was I supposed to say **You're welcome?**  
 
"it's okay," she said, "thank you." 
 
"You're welcome." I reached around her hips and started tapping at her 
anus. As I did, her pussy tightened around my cock, making each thrust  
more exquisite. I worked my finger tip into her again. She leaned as far 
forward as possible, to encourage my access.  
 
My head was swimming; here I was fucking a beautiful woman in a hospital 
bathroom shower, my finger is up her ass as I fuck her and I only know her 
first name. How awesome was this? 
 
"Will you do me a favor?" she asked, pausing our rhythm as she waited for a 
response. 
 
"Sure." 
 
"I want to try it," she said confidently. "I want you to fuck my ass." 
 
I just smiled at her. I had never done it before myself. Fantasized about 
it, absolutely, but never done it. "OK." 
 
She thrust herself upon me a few more times and then dismounted me. She 
turned around, her wet glistening back towards me, and started to ease 
backwards. As we tried to get the right position, I said to her, "You know 
I've never done this before either."  
 
She looked over her shoulder and said, "That makes it and adventure for us 
both." 
 
She slid back a bit and the positioning was right. I reached under her and 
finger her asshole a bit to loosen it up. Then, gently, I eased my cock 
into her ass. The head slid into her, popping as it penetrated the inner 
sanctum of her body. It was tighter than anything I had ever experienced. 
As we worked my cock deeper into her ass, her body acclimated to the 
intrusion and she began to rock back and forth, sliding me in and out of 
her. She leaned back against me, tapping her clit as we fucked.  
 
Soon, I could feel her body trembling, her orgasm impending. She tapped 
herself with a fury. I could feel her juices running down over my balls, 
the same balls that wanted to explode into her tight ass. I reached up with 
my hands and started tapping both of her nipples. This seemed to trigger 
her orgasm because all of a sudden her entire body started spasming. Her 
asshole clenched around my cock. So slick was it seemed that she was trying 
to milk the cum out of me. My body was more than  ready to oblige her and 
my cum shot out of me into her beautiful ass. On each stroke up, she 
squeezed more cum out of me and on each down stroke my cock refilled again 
for another milking. Soon our thrust were so wet, slick from her pussy, 
ass, and my cum that there was a wonderful, wet slurping sound on every 
pump.   
 
She collapsed on top of me, panting and trying to recover from her climax. 
Eventually, she twisted around and kissed me deeply. 
 
"Thank you," she said. 
 
"Thank you," I replied. 
 
"You've certainly fulfilled the doctor's orders!" she said playfully. 
 
"Isn't that your job?" I replied just as playfully. 
 
"True." 
 
We sat in silence for a while. My cock was slowly deflating, still buried 
deep inside of her ass, but I could feel our juices seeping out, over my 
balls, onto the chair and eventually the shower floor.  
 
Eventually she said, "Well, I've got to get back to work." 
 
"Yeah, that's probably be a good idea." 
 
As she was getting toweled off and dressed, I asked, "Are you on shift 
tomorrow?" 
"No," she said, "but I'll stop by to check in on my favorite patient." 
 
"Lucky guy!" I said. 
 
"You sure are." she said, gave me a kiss and walked out the door, closing 
it behind her. 
 
After I gathered up my stuff in the bathroom, put on a new gown, and went 
to the bathroom, I crutched my way out into the main room. There was a 
freshly made bed with new sheets and it was turned down. As I crawled into 
bed, I put my hand under my pillow and I noticed something was under there. 
I reached over and turned on the light and then fished out the item. It was 
a black thong and written on the tag inside was, "I'll get these tomorrow." 

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