Date: Fri, 3 Aug 2007 07:49:19 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Nurse's Tale 4

I made a slight detour exiting 606. Passing by 606B I grabbed my underwear
from the pile of discarded, mostly hospital issue clothing. "Let's go
McGee, there's work to be done ya know" I said trying to sound gruff but
not wanting to say it loud enough to disturb our patient. Once in the hall
I broke into a quick jog that was nearly a run by the time I reached the
crash doors. I had glanced at the announciator board in the nursing station
as I flashed by, relieved that there were no calls on it. I was only too
aware that my subordinate and I were in serious dereliction of duty. I was
also aware that `I'm Caitlyn Smithers, and I'm in charge here' also meant
I'm responsible here. If the shit hit the fan very little of it would land
on the second year nurse.

I glanced up at the clock in the locker room as I stripped off the soiled
scrubs and headed for the shower; 12:15 AM. `Oh Jesus please let me get
away with this' my mind prayed. Into the shower; `soap fast'; fresh
panties, same bra, fresh scrubs; `Shit! Only yellow left'; back through the
crash doors trot to the station; nothing on the board! I dropped into the
swivel chair so hard I nearly skidded across and hit the other desk. I sat
there looking at the ceiling trying to collect myself when the totally
disheveled nurse walked by, it was 12:30 AM. Brittney looked like she had
been through a war. Our eyes met for an instant and to my delight she
seemed to quicken her pace a little. With a sharpie marker I wrote "I'LL BE
IN 606 ON DAMAGE CONTROL. YOU STAY HERE UNLESS THERE'S A CALL!...CS" and
stuck it on the announciator board.

I had told Sarah that I was going to get stuff to clean her up, which of
course was nonsense. The washing supplies were already in the room. When I
returned to her bedside she was sweetly dosing. I pulled the stainless
steel pan from the lower shelf of the cupboard; in the connected washroom
filled it three quarters full with warm water. I unwrapped one of the
sterile sponges and saturated it in the bowl. After applying the liquid
soap to the sponge I softly called her name. Those magnificent blue eyes
opened immediately and she smiled. I was once again taken a back by the
pureness of her beauty. Laying there without pretension or adornments she
was breathtakingly beautiful. "I'm going to give you a wash now,
sweetheart. You'll sleep much better if you feel fresh". Sarah's smile was
undiminished as I lowered the blanket to the foot of the bed leaving the
teenager once again completely naked. I gritted my teeth against the
inevitable arousal and began the sponge bath I was trained to do, and had
administered a thousand times. Of course I wasn't supposed to completely
expose the patient like this but what the hell I'd already licked her
pussy!

I was careful to keep the sponge between my hand and that soft delectable
flesh. `Caitlyn for God's sake have some professionalism! Are you a nurse
or a rapist?' I concentrated on the practical training I had received
trying to block out the sensual spectacle that was right before my eyes. "I
know why I have the pains." Sarah's said very softly, so softly I wasn't
sure I had heard correctly.

"Sorry honey; you know why your tummy is hurting; is that what you mean?"

"Yes." When I looked up at her face the smile was gone, replaced by a
pathetic pout and tears were welling up in those incredible blue eyes. The
soft sob that followed nearly broke my heart and my pussy wasn't in charge
right now. Taking the towel I dried her right arm and upper right chest.

"What do you think is causing the pain?" I prompted.

"I'm so embarrassed, I don't... I can't..." she sobbed.

"Hey, it's me, Cattie remember? You trust me, you can tell me anything,
I'll understand. I won't judge you." I soothed, stroking the tussled blonde
hair.

"I, I'm just so embarrassed I ... I can't tell anyone." I looked into those
huge blue eyes my overdeveloped empathetic side over ruled everything else.

"Honey if you know something you've got to tell us, we just want to help
you." My patient bit her lip and looked at me through those tearful wide
eyes. Wiping the back of her hand on her runny nose, with a new resolve she
started. Her eyes were downcast, no longer able to look at me apparently.

 "A couple weeks ago I was looking for a book my mom had borrowed." She
squeaked, and paused to sniffle. "I looked in her bedside table for the
book. [sob, sniffle] I was getting ready for school and she had already
left for work."  Sarah paused taking a deep breathe. "In the drawer there
was a big plastic....penis". The last word was whispered as if it was a
secret and then she sighed "It was really big. I, I never, uh, put anything
in there before but I, oh God, I just couldn't help it."  The cry of her
admission left me stunned for a moment. I was still stroking the silky
blonde hair, but the visual of the adorable teenager standing in her
mother's bedroom holding a dildo was threatening my concentration.

"So you put it in your pussy?" I clarified, feeling the pressure starting
to build in lower belly.

"Yeah!" she wailed and started shaking. I slipped my arm under Sarah's neck
and hugged her to my shoulder as she quickly dampened the awful yellow
scrubs with her tears and snot. My mouth was against her ear and I made
soothing shushing sounds. Sarah's mouth was also touching my ear. Without
breaking the contact of our cheeks, I managed to swing my hip onto the bed
so I was able to embrace the weeping girl full length. Oh how I wished I
didn't have those damn yellow scrubs on. When her breathing got back under
control she whispered hoarsely "It was sooo big. It, it was really hard to
get in" My mind conjured the picture and my pussy applauded. "I went into
my mom's bathroom," she continued right in my ear in that whisper that now
sounded sexy, "I put my foot up on the toilet. You know, like the way my
mom showed me how to put a tampon in. I kinda wiggled it a bit, you know
against my... uh, in between my...uh..."

"Your pussy lips" I prompted

"Yeah, and I used my other hand to, uh, you know kinda pull them apart."
There was something else in that sexy whisper now; excitement? "I was
really gooey down there!" this time it wasn't a sob on the pause, more like
a pant. Speaking of gooey! I realized my third pair of panties was
toast. Sarah shifted a little, to get more comfortable I thought. "It was
still hard to push it in but... oh my God when it slipped inside..." she
emitted a groan so loud that it almost hurt. It made me aware of the
softness of her lips against my ear. "I felt so, uh, so..."

"Full?" I supplied the missing word.

"Uh huh, but it was more than that. There was this uh, pressure in my uh,
tummy." Sarah was squirming a little in my arms with arms trapped between
us. The repositioning made me aware that her hands were between her legs. I
shifted my body, moving my hips slightly forward and was rewarded by having
the backs of the teenager's hand touch my burning mons. Those tiny hands
were moving slowly. I could imagine what the fingers were doing, but I
forced that thought out of my head. Instead, I just snuggled a little
closer and enjoyed the unintentional petting. I held my breath to stifle
the moan that was queuing up in my throat.

"But that's when, ugh, I, oh God, I made a mistake." The sobbing started
again. "I was trying to, you know, uh, kinda move it in and out..." [sob]
"it felt so, so...but then I pushed too haarrrd!" that wail did hurt my
ear. The poor young thing was shaking from head to toe. "And, and, there
was blood and everything!!" I hugged my patient tighter and stroked her
shuddering back.

"It's OK honey, it's OK you just popped your cherry that's all." I said in
a soft soothing tone, my mind out from between my legs at least for a
moment.

"But, but it was more than that!" I was grateful that the sobbing and
shaking had somewhat subsided. "When I push it, you know all the way in,
it... well it hit something!" This revelation brought the shaking and
sobbing back.

"Shush, shush, sweetheart." I whispered tasting the salty tears. "At the
end of your vagina is your cervix. You probably gave yours a nasty bump. I
know that really hurts but your cervix is pretty tough. I'm sure you didn't
do any serious damage." The teenager seemed to be settling down again.

"Really, you mean that's happened to you?" Sarah pushed away enough so we
were now nose to nose. Gazing into those red rimmed blue pools again;

"Yeah, sometimes you can get a little carried away with toys. It wouldn't
surprise me if it hurt for a few days." Her sigh of relief splashed across
my face.

"So, so you really think it's OK?" she asked hopefully.

"Honey, the doctors have examined you. If you had actually done any damage
they would have seen it. If you just bruised it a bit it's probably not
very noticeable. The other thing is; you didn't tell them how this all
started, did you?"  Sarah shuddered in my arms again.

"No, no I couldn't tell... I'm so, I'm so..." Oh Jesus not again!

"Shush honey. Just leave everything to me." I said planting a motherly kiss
on her forehead. One last stroke of the golden locks and I broke the
embrace. Back on my feet I said "I'm going to warm up this water and get
you cleaned up. You've really got to get some sleep. I was pleased to see
the radiant smile back on the tear stained face.

"You can't tell anybody, please don't tell Caitie!" A cloud passed over her
sweet expression.

"Trust me Sarah; everything is going to work out fine."

I was proud of myself as I walked toward the nursing station and glanced at
the clock; 1:45. I had managed to sponge bath the delectable teenaged
patient and get her into a fresh gown with more professionalism than I had
shown at any time so far this shift. Well, maybe the consult with missus
Caulfield was an exception. Britney was sitting at the desk reading
something.

"I'm gonna go get something to eat." I said as I passed by "want me to
bring you anything back." She looked up and there was that `je ne sais
quoi' grin;

"No I brought stuff with me." She replied

"I'll be back in twenty, half hour tops." I called over my shoulder as I
made my way once again to the locker room. `Better behave the rest of the
night' I thought. `You're down to your last pair of knickers.'

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I wrote nothing in Sarah's chart about our pillow talk. After turning the
ward over to Mary at seven, I collected my heaping bag of laundry, donned
my cycling clothes and headed home.

I don't remember how I got to my front door. During the ride my mind
replayed the cuddling session with my teenaged patient. I hardly needed the
extra stimulation; the saddle did what the saddle always does. Fifteen
minutes and an orgasm later I threw my keys on the hall table and headed
for a long soak in the Jacuzzi. Relaxing in the swirling bubbles I planned
the words I would use when I called doctor Menendez's office around nine.

I was acquainted with the good doctor and I knew he was pretty
sharp. Playing with words to protect Sarah's confidence took a little
longer than just blurting out the facts, but my faith in Caesar Menendez's
intuition was eventually justified.

"Thanks, Caitlyn, great work! I don't think we'll need to detain Miss
Munford any longer." The doctor assured me as he hung up. I had mixed
emotions as I settled into my bed that morning. I was pleased that I was
able to spare the young woman the torment of further tests, but at the same
time disappointed that in all likelihood she'd be gone by the time I
started my next shift. I drifted easily into a peaceful sleep.