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Subject: {ASSM} The Trainee Nurse 1/3 {Teddy Daze} (mF, hs, nc, first)
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The Trainee Nurse 1/3 Part of the saga DIARY OF A YOUNG SCHOOLBOY
(D.A.Y.S.)

   by Teddy Daze
Keywords: mF, hs, nc, first

   This is an amended, longer version of 'Prelude'

   ----

   I am compiling a series of stories from a high school setting,
chronicling my experiences from sexually awkward adolescent to someone who
knows....  more.  Stories may or may not be my real, personal experiences -
keeping you guessing is half the fun!

   If you enjoy my trash, consider tipping me via Paypal (teddy.days at
gmail dot com).  It will go a long way to helping me write more!  Also, all
comments and feedback are welcome via my email!

   ----

   I shuddered as I prepared to go for my medical screening.  Thoughts of
yesterday's ogling at Miss Ying, my English teacher, were replaced by that
of an old, grumpy nurse poking all over my body (as they all are).  Ugh! 
Why couldn't nurses be more pretty or gentle, at least for my benefit?

   Every year nurses from the Ministry of Health would screen all students
in the school.  It's policy.  I had missed my scheduled screening two days
ago due to being late for school, and thereby, absent during my scheduled
morning time slot.

   This was not helped by how the makeshift medical screening room was
always locked when I visited after my missed scheduled date.  No luck
during lunch breaks.  No luck after school hours.  Missing my screening
meanings making a troublesome trip downtown and waiting in a long line
complete the same procedure at some busy public hospital.  Today was to be
my last try before I gave up.

   On turning the knob of the makeshift screening room, the door gave way.
Finally, somebody's home!  I entered hurriedly without knocking and was
surprised.

   Sitting alone in the entire room, catered for 3-4 med staff, was a much
younger person.  She was probably in her early-20s, and appeared energetic
and attentive.  Glancing at her name tag told me her name was 'Serina'.

   I was so busy soaking in this surprise that I forgot to announce my
entry, so she too, got a surprise when she turned from her work and saw me
standing there, punctuating it with an audible "Oh!"

   I apologized and explained how I missed my scheduled screening two days
ago, and that the centre was empty yesterday.  Serina told me that the
original nurse had to take urgent leave yesterday, leaving no one was left
to staff the room.  The Ministry Of Health promptly assigned her.

   As I waited for her to get on with my check-up, the young replacement
quickly and candidly explained she was still a trainee, though she was
graduating from nursing school this year.  She was a very hurried,
last-minute replacement, and was unsure of such screening procedures.  With
that, Serina asked ME what she should be doing!

   Of course I was taken aback, hesitating and stammering an attempted
reply.  Before I made a clear response, she nicely asked if it was okay to
let her screen me although she was not a fully-qualified staff.

   Considering that check-ups were not major operations, and that saying
'no' would complicate my medical records, I agreed.  I shouldn't be a
hassle, right?

   So I tried recalling what was done in last year's screening, and for
some morbid reason, drawing blood first came to mind.  I told her, in spite
of my very acute fear of blood.

   Nurse Serina's eyes widened.  Drawing blood was not easy for any medical
trainee.  You had to handle a needle, find a visible blood vessel on the
subject's arm, and pierce it.  Things could get messy if done improperly.

   With a nippy "Okay!  Bear with me a bit", Serina prepared the needle and
anesthetic.

   The needle went in but to both our horrors, blood began to squirt out.
In a manner of seconds my whole forearm was filled with pulsating red fluid
from my own body!  That was when I lost consciousness....

   The next thing I knew, I woke up on the bed of my school's infirmary. 
The school had a permanent infirmary, sparsely furnished with one clean but
old metal bed, and a metal cabinet.  How did I just pass out?  Was I
overwhelmed by the sight of so much blood?  Maybe I just had a weak
constitution......?

   Just then, a school staff came in to tell me what happened.  After I
passed out, Serina stopped my bleeding quickly and bandaged it.  Then they
all put me here.

   The next day, I realized that the check-up had not been complete.  I
only had my blood drawn, and nothing else.  What a disaster.  I should go
through the whole check-up, accident or no.

   So I trudged down to the makeshift med center once again, during recess.
To my frustration, the door was locked!  So after lunch at 1pm, I returned
hoping someone would be in.

   I was greeted again by a closed door, and was about to leave.  But I
knocked, just to make sure.

   "Come in!" returned an enthusiastic voice.

   I happily strode in and met nurse Serina.  Immediately she apologized
for yesterday and being absent this morning.  She actually tried replace
herself to prevent a repeat of my incident, but her superiors told her
there was only one pending case left (me), so she should finish up.  She
had just returned here from her hospital.

   The nurse assured me that she is actually an excellent student at
nursing school, but I was her first 'live' patient, and accidents tend to
happen with firsts.  As she spoke, I started to sweat.  Must have been a
hot day, I thought.  Or maybe it was due to watching Serina as she spoke.

   Serina had her top button off, probably to relieve herself of the heat.
Her hair was tussled and let down, as opposed to sanitarily tied up
yesterday.  Perhaps she loosened herself because there'd be no other
patients today.  She did not even bother to keep the door open!

   Serina was facing me cross-legged, giving me a splendid view of her
legs, which I now saw to be very shapely.  She wore a one-piece uniform,
fastened by buttons all the way up, and a nurse's hat with matching white
heels.  I ogled her like how I ogled that vulgar delinquent, but without
the table obstructing anything or even verbal abuse!  What's more, her
unbuttoned uniform revealed a bit of her chest, and I stared at the exposed
skin.

   Just then I realized this nurse who hurt me yesterday was fairly
attractive!  She was more tanned than average, had a slightly chubby face,
but sported radiant skin and large, beautiful eyes which twinkled whenever
she talked.  She wasn't drop-dead dazzling, but sweet and alluring.  Enough
to attract a 15-year old, though she could be 6-8 years older.

   More sweating....

   I tried to shake off such thoughts to mentally prepare myself for the
needle......

   To my relief, the blood drawing was finely executed this time!  Perhaps
her claim of being a good nursing student was right after all!  With
visible relief on her sweet face, Serina thanked me for being her first
'guinea pig'.  We chuckled, and she proceeded to other checks effortlessly.

   Serina shone a little torch into my eyes, and examined my throat.  She
tried to bend lower to look closer but could not.  I noticed that her
uniform was restraining her.

   I asked, rather too directly, "Why are you wearing a uniform that's too
small?"

   Instantly I was afraid she'd be offended, but she only beamed.  Serina
explained that nursing students wore their own clothes to study.  This was
her first field assignment, and the hospital hastily tossed her a uniform
based on her size at a glance.  She was officially a 'small'.

   She unclipped another button off her uniform, and I knew why it was too
tight for her.  She had a bosomy chest.  She came very close and bent over
for her closer look.

   My heartbeat quickened.

   Her breasts pressed hard against her tight uniform, and the unbuttoning
revealed A THIRD of those breasts!  The linings of her uniform pressed into
her flesh, and my eyes fixated into that deep recess between her
partly-exposed bosoms.

   Gassp!

   My gaze dashed from cleavage to legs, then to waist and hips, so clearly
outlined and strained against that uniform.  Nurse Serina was luscious. 
Since she was busy looking at my mouth, Serina had not noticed my intense
eyeing of her entire body.  I sweated more.  Finally, she was done, and sat
back to pen her records.

   When she faced me again, she saw a bulge building in my pants!  Serina's
eyes widened and twinkled.  "Is that something in your pocket?  Or what I
suspect it is?"

   I mumbled "It's....  nothing....", then prepared to leave.  She stopped
me.  "There's one more check left.  The physical check-up."

   GULP!

   Serina had me stand up and asked me to unzip my pants.  Slightly
shaking, I hesitated, hoping she'd drop the idea and save me from ultimate
embarrassment.  But she got restless.  In a flash, she unzipped my pants
herself, and pulled them down!  I nearly let out a shocked "AAH!"

   Gently she explained, "I need to check for any unusual growth in your
privates.  Everyone has to go through it.  Don't feel embarrassed, all
right?"

   She now confirmed that my tool was healthy, and in fact, standing very
erect just inches from her face.  I trembled and sweated more.  Serina
asked why I was erect.  Was she not aware??  Or maybe only boys are easily
aroused by tight clothes and sexy bodies.  I couldn't tell her that she
caused it, so I made an excuse, saying it got like this sometimes, very
randomly.

   The clueless nurse stared for a while.  She even knocked my shaft with
her finger and stroked my testicles to feel for internal growths.  OOOH!  I
was trying for my life not to react too much!  She paused, her pretty eyes
glancing at my erection, then at various corners of the room.  "I may know
why." She finally spoke, almost clinically, "This is caused by excess
build-up of semen.  Boys your age are undergoing sexual change, so if a
build-up is not taken care of, you get erections out of the blue.  I've
read that somewhere."

   REALLY??

   "So the best solution is regular release.  Masturbation.  Can you share
with me your masturbation habits?  Maybe you aren't doing it right."

   WHA...!!??

   I think Serina realized she was being over-zealous, but her keen
interest in a real life case, beyond her textbooks, was more important. 
She came up with a hypothesis: When I touched myself and come, I may have
tried to hold in my semen to prevent a big mess.  It's better to let go and
come as much as my body can release.

   BUT, this is not causing my present stiffness!

   Serina was pleased with her analysis, and boldly suggested 'educating'
me on the spot.  I was just utterly confused.

   She suddenly took out a colorful little packet from one of the med
boxes, and asked me what it was.  Now, I knew what a condom was but at 15,
had never seen real one in its packaging.

   I replied, "I dunno.  A sweet?"

   This time Serina laughed pretty loudly, but composed herself as soon as
possible.  She commented I 'truly needed lots of education'!  I resented
that remark a bit.

   "Normally this condom serves a prevention purpose, during real sex.  But
today, it'll be useful in another way.  I don't want you messing up the
room." "Messing up?  How?" I thought.

   Procedurally, Nurse Serina peeled off the packaging.  She placed the
condom at the tip of my hard penis, then rolled it over entirely using both
hands, enclosing my hard-on in her finger-ly embrace.

   GASSSP....

   Her fussing and pressing on my shaft almost made me come right there and
then!  I'm not blessed with a large one, so the rubber more than fitted me;
but mine was thick, even at that time, and the condom felt very tight.  As
she worked that condom on me I admired her colorful, painted nails in
striking pink.

   Serina moved back, and asked me to show her how I masturbated normally.
How could I possibly do that in front of someone else??

   And further, here's a little secret-- I never masturbate with my hands.
I rub myself on a soft pillow, and plunge my penis into it to come. 
Sometimes you hear of boys refusing to throw away their old pillows and
bolsters.  This is the reason.  They've gotten so used to their
'fuck-pillows' that they'd refuse to part with them.

   With such inexperience at hand jobs, I fingered myself clumsily, hoping
Serina was satisfied with the basic stroking movement.  I must have done it
badly, because she gave me some amazed look, and commented I 'knew so
little'!  I was concentrating on doing it right, and had not noticed her
rolling forward on her chair again, until those pink-painted nails wrapped
around my aching member.

   "Let me show you how...." Serina's voice was somewhat gentler and more
loving now.  Before I could react, her hands had started stroking.  Those
tenderly fingers went up and down my shaft, soothing it from the ache of
being erect for quite some time.  She palmed it gently, and continued to
rub it while her hands clasped around it.  Then she used the back of her
hand to stroke its underside.

   All this while, I enjoyed a thrilling view of Nurse Serina from above
her.  The exposed flesh of her tits, her fleshy thighs....  and that
luscious body wrapped so tightly around the white fabric....  now gyrating
about because of her movements.  Serina rubbed me faster and harder now. 
Soft, deep moans escaped my mouth.  It was difficult for me to stay still,
and I wished I could grab her hands, shoulders, or head; or even run them
all over her sweet little body.  I grabbed the table in response, and a
chair to my other side.

   Uuuh.....!

   It felt like a long time had passed, but I think it really lasted just a
minute.  My long aching erection, aroused by Serina's body and skillful
hands, didn't let me hold out long.

   UUUGH!

   With a relieving, drawn-out moan, I came long and hard in Serina's
hands. My body jerked slightly in spasms, and I gripped the surrounding
furniture madly.  She continued stroking and coaxing more out of me, until
I could only manage little spurts, then finally, nothing.  The condom was
filled with my fluid now, and looked like a small water balloon.  I stared
at what I made in fascination.

   Serina was surprised at the volume too.  She took out a beaker from her
bag.  With my penis going limp it began to assert more pressure on me. 
Serina asked me to take it off.  I peeled it slowly, wincing from its
tightness on my limp, sore member, and she took it from me.  She poured my
sticky cum from the condom to the breaker, and studied it.

   "It's a healthy ejaculation.  50ml of semen.  I think my deduction of
your semen buildup problem is correct!" she declared.

   I didn't feel like arguing, seeing the kind of remedy she gave!  Serina
turned to close her files, then startled, "Oh!  I forgot to put on sanitary
gloves!"

   I hid a grin, because that had let me feel her hands more intimately.  I
cleaned, zipped up, and sat down to recover a bit while watching her work.
After a few minutes, she informed "Well, we're done!", looking puzzled why
I was still hanging around.

   So that was it??  I rose to go, opening the door.

   "Wait, Teddy," Serina said.

   "I was thinking.....maybe I want to do a follow-up check, to see your
progress .....whether the semen buildup will lessen."

   Did she enjoy masturbating me?  If so, she certainly didn't show it. 
Her voice was professional, almost distant.  I nodded.  She told me to look
her up in two months.  She would be on her study attachment, at a
vocational school down the road.

   I could hardly wait!

   ---

   If you enjoyed my trash, consider tipping me via Paypal (teddy.days at
gmail dot com).  I can write more and deliver better stories!

   ----

   **Profile**

   By day, I'm a normal guy working as a (mediocre) professional writer. 
By night, I enjoy writing trashy smut that blur the line between fact and
fiction.  I like my erotica brusque, simple, and visceral.  All email
feedback and comments appreciated!  ~Teddy Daze

   ----

   Copyright 2013 (C) Teddy Daze All rights reserved.  No reposting without
permission.  

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