by Sari Peters
NAUGHTY NURSE
Sari B. Peters, MD
Copyright © 2013 by Sari B. Peters, MD. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Other stories by Sari B. Peters, MD:
First Year:
The White Coat Ceremony
The Hammer
Microbiology
The Anti-Dentite
Second Year:
Advanced Life Support
The Assman
Clitoromegaly
The Model Patient
Third Year:
Swallowing Studies
Naughty Nurse
Naughty Nurse
“So, are you going to screw that murse tonight?”
Third year medical student Jessica Stone looked up from her patient’s chart and shot a quizzical glance at her best friend and fellow student Nikki Chase. Jessica was preparing for her first overnight shift in the intensive care unit, and for once in her life was not thinking about sex.
“That depends,” said Jessica, chewing on the end of her pen. “What’s a murse?”
“A male nurse, get it? Male nurse. Murse,” Nikki said, speaking slowly as if she was explaining something simple to a child.
Jessica rolled her eyes, scanning the room. Nikki nodded her head towards the nurses station where a small crowd had gathered for the evening shift change.
Most of the women packing up to leave were older and many had grown fat despite the physical demands of the job. Jessica had already learned to avoid the endless supply of bagels, pastries, and cookies that seemed to be ever present anywhere women worked together in large numbers.
The younger nurses were still thin, and many even wore makeup, doing their best to look attractive. Probably still hoping to get their hooks in a doctor, thought Jessica.
There was only one man at the nurses station. He had short brown hair with a bit of scruff on his face causing an attractive shadow on his tanned skin. Blue scrub bottoms were tied tightly at his narrow waist and the short wide sleeves of his scrub top revealed muscular arms and big shoulders.
“Is that him?” asked Jessica, pointing as she studied his face. He looked to be in his early thirties. His lips were lush and full, and Jessica wondered for a minute what it would be like to nibble on them.
“His name is Chris Jones,” Nikki said, joining her friend in ogling him as he walked down the hall away from them. His thin cotton pants hugged his firm ass, giving the girls a thrill with each step that he took. He turned into a patient’s room and the girls both sighed as the spell was broken.
“Sexy,” said Jessica. “But I don’t know. A male nurse? They’re pretty much the lowest form of life around here. Looked down on by all doctors and female nurses. Banned from the maternity ward. Female patients always trying to ditch them for a female nurse. Friends and family always asking, ‘Why aren’t you a doctor?’” Jessica shook her head. “I mean, he must be pretty fucked up, right?”
“No, you’re thinking about it all wrong,” said Nikki. “He probably over compensates for the constant humiliation he endures by being overly aggressive in bed. I know you like it hard and rough, and I’ll bet this guy will give you the pounding of a lifetime. It’ll be his chance to take out his frustrations on a soon to be doctor.”
“I don’t know...” Jessica said, frowning.
“Think about it,” Nikki continued. “Look, I’m sure he’s relatively secure with himself. He is hot and all, but you know he must have some sort of inferiority complex. And you know what that means.” Nikki raised her eyebrows and nudged her friend with her elbow.
Jessica stared blankly at her friend. “Actually, I don’t.”
“Are you dense? Here you are, young, attractive, on your way to making tons more money than he ever will, and being his boss, and you are a woman...that’s gotta piss him off. Do you have any idea how hard he’d bang you?”
Jessica stared at her friend. “That was actually really insightful. Have you considered going into Psychiatry?”
Nikki laughed, shaking her head and placing a hand on her friend's back. “Doctors have been banging nurses for eons. It’s almost a rite of passage. Now it’s your chance to join the old boys club.”
“You’re the one who fucks the hospital staff, not me,” Jessica said with a smirk.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. You just like to fuck your patients."
“Bitch!” Jessica laughed.
Nikki gave Jessica a shove towards the patient’s room that Chris had just entered. Jessica paused for a moment, then decided to go for it. She strode confidently into the patient’s room. Chris sat bedside with his back to the door, checking the heart rate and blood pressure of his patient. Jessica cleared her throat loudly, but Chris didn’t seem to notice.
“Hey Chris? It’s Chris, right? Could you give me a hand with some blood draws?” asked Jessica. He looked up from the blood pressure cuff wrapped tightly around his patient’s arm, and Jessica noticed that he was using a stethoscope. He tapped one of the earpieces preventing him from hearing her, giving her a broad smile as he mouthed, “Just a second.”
Chris finished taking the patient’s blood pressure, removed the cuff, then quickly scribbled some numbers on a clipboard. He hung the clipboard on the foot of the bed, then turned to her. “Talk while we’re walking,” he said, quickly leaving the room and heading back to the nurses station.
Jessica hustled to catch up. Chris grabbed a fresh batch of orders from the printer, then shuffled through them efficiently as he picked out the ones meant for his patients.
“I was wondering if you could help me with some blood draws,” Jessica said, twisting a long strand of her curly blond hair around her finger. He smirked at her but didn't say anything. Frustrated, she continued, “It’s just that this is my first night in the unit, and I think my resident has disappeared or something, and I could really use the help.”
He smiled at her and his eyes seemed to smile too, sparkling electric blue that momentarily hypnotized Jessica. “I’ll help you,” he said as he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Jessica thought his touching her was a little forward but did nothing to move away from him.
“I know that you medical students get stuck with all the scut work,” he said, gathering the supplies they would need for the blood draw. He paused, looking back at her. “I didn’t catch your name, doctor.”
Jessica blushed. As much as she wanted everyone to think of her as a doctor, the fact was she was still just a medical student, two years from graduation and the diploma that would give her the letters ‘MD’ after her name.
“It’s Jessica, and you really don’t have to call me doctor,” she said.
“Yes, doctor,” he said. Jessica thought she detected a hint of sarcasm in his voice. So that’s how it’s gonna be, she thought.
“Do you know the worst part about being a male nurse?” she asked him. His face remained neutral, and he gave her a noncommittal shrug. “Telling your parents you’re gay,” she said with a laugh. He gave her a fake icy stare which froze her in her tracks, but he couldn’t contain the ear splitting smile that soon spread across his ruggedly handsome face.
“Funny,” he said as they walked down the long hospital corridor to her patient's room. Chris kept two paces behind her and Jessica thought she could feel his eyes on her ass but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of saying anything.
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p; “Hey, you know how many doctors it takes to change a lightbulb?” he asked. She shook her head without turning. “None. They just get a medical student to do it.”
She laughed despite herself, and he laughed too as he finally caught up to her. They entered the patient's room together. An obese woman was splayed across an oversized bed, partially covered by a soiled cotton gown. Crap, thought Jessica, finding a vein on the fat ones is almost impossible.
As if reading her mind, Chris gently moved her aside and approached the patient. “Just need to get some blood Mrs. Thompson,” he said loudly. His hands moved quickly and confidently, and before Jessica could position herself to watch his technique, he had finished.
He handed her two small vials of blood, still warm from the patient's body. “Thank you, Nurse Jones,” Jessica said loudly, meeting his gaze. He moved close to her, licking his lips. His mouth was inches from her neck, and she could feel his hot breath on her skin.
“Yes, doctor,” he whispered roughly, and his lips brushed her ear lobe.
She shook her head and cleared her throat. Focus, she thought. She smiled and said, “We’ve just got one more blood draw to do. Then I can get a bite to eat and hopefully turn in for the night.”
She headed towards her next patient’s room and Chris followed. She turned back to speak to him as they walked and caught his eyes on her ass. Pausing before entering the patient’s room, she pushed her long, blonde, curly hair back from her face, wishing she had remembered her hair clip. “Thanks again for helping me out. It’s very kind of you.”
“Not a problem. I’m here to help. Plus you’re on-call with a real bitch of a resident. It’s unfair of her to leave you all alone on your first overnight in the ICU.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not alone.” She caught his big, blue eyes and felt a shiver through her body. He approached her with a short length of rubber tubing, normally used as a temporary tourniquet when drawing blood. He moved behind her, twisting the tube into a loop then gathering her hair and somehow tying it all back into a neatly fashioned ponytail.
She turned to face him and their lips were only inches apart. They were silent for a moment, just looking at each other, before being interrupted by a patient noisily rolling by in a wheelchair.
Jessica pulled away from Chris. “Anyway, let’s get some blood out of Mr. Cock so I can try to get some rest before my pager starts to go off.”
“Cock?” Chris asked.
“What?” Jessica stammered, unsure if she had heard him correctly.
Chris laughed. “Your patient’s name is Mr. Cox. You said Cock.”
Jessica held her head in her hands. “I’m sorry. It’s my friend Nikki. She gets me in trouble sometimes.”
“So Nikki was talking about cock?” Chris asked.
“Let’s just forget it, please,” Jessica implored.
“You got it,” Chris said as he casually placed his arm around her shoulder. He whispered in her ear, “Now let’s go prick a cock.”
The two shared a laugh and made their way into Mr. Cox’s room. Jessica felt Chris’s hand linger along her back as he moved past her. She was a little flustered and decided to let Chris gather their supplies. She noticed a few white foil packets of surgical lube and pocketed them, remembering they had come in handy as a lubricant when she learned how to do rectal exams. You never know.
She admired his body as he got to work. He had broad shoulders with cut biceps that stretched the short sleeves of his scrub top. His waist and hips were narrow and accentuated nicely through the thin fabric of his scrub bottoms. He wasn’t tall, just maybe an inch or two taller than she.
She wondered what it would feel like to fuck him. The thought of him inside her teased the back of her mind. I’ll bet Nikki is right about him, she thought. I’ll bet he would pound me like there was no tomorrow.
“No Jess. You’ve got a job to do,” she muttered under her breath.
Chris stopped. “Did you say something?”
Jessica gulped. “No.”
“Sorry. Must be my imagination. You Ok? You look a little shaken,” Chris said as he stood face to face with Jessica. He kept his eyes on hers as he approached. They were extremely close again. Jessica could feel his warm breath on her lips. She could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with mint from his mouth. The truth was that she wasn’t Ok. She was turned on and hoping he couldn’t tell.
“I’m fine,” Jessica replied. “Just a little hot.” Jessica took off her white lab coat. She had on blue scrub bottoms and black clogs, and wasn’t feeling particularly attractive. She had opted to skip the standard issue scrub top and instead was wearing a tight fitted white T-shirt thin enough to show off a black bra underneath. Her perky breasts bulged out of her bra and her nipples were hard and inviting. She noticed Chris staring at her tits and was feeling hopeful.
“Shall we get started?” Jessica asked. “We've got everything here for the culture. The trick is finding a vein. His are pretty bad.”
As they searched for a vein to puncture, Jessica paid particular attention to the glances Chris was stealing at her body. She watched as his long, white fingers gently probed the arms and legs of their patient. She wondered what they’d feel like on her skin.
“Looks like we’ll have to use his superficial temporal again,” Chris decided.
Jessica was shocked back to reality. “What? You mean here?” Jessica pointed to side of the man’s forehead where a very prominent vein snaked across his temple.
“I...I don’t know,” she said, starting to feel a little queasy. “I know he’s in a coma, but being so close to his face, his eye, I’m not sure I can do it.”
Chris came to Jessica’s side and planted a hand firmly on her shoulder. “I’ll do it." He squeezed the back of her arm and politely moved her aside.
Jessica assisted Chris with the procedure. She swabbed the patient’s forehead with alcohol and handed Chris sterile gloves and a needle. He expertly pierced the vein and blood immediately flowed from the patient into the tubes attached to the needle. Several vials needed to be collected. Chris handed filled tubes of blood to Jessica and she carefully placed them on an exam tray and labeled them. She liked watching Chris work. His confidence and abilities aroused her, but she couldn’t shake the guilty feeling that she should be the one doing this and not him.
Chris finished up and taped some gauze to the puncture site. As if he could tell her thoughts he said, “Hold the blood. When we get back to the nurses station just tell me to submit them. No one will know you didn’t do the job yourself.”
“You don’t mind?” Jessica asked.
“Nope. I like bailing out hot, blonde medical students.” Chris put both his hands around Jessica’s slim waist. Jessica had two tubes of blood in each hand and couldn’t do anything to stop him from touching her, nor did she want to. Chris leaned in closer to her and whispered into her ear, “I like taking orders. The question is, do you?”
Jessica closed her eyes as she took in Chris’s words. She let her cheek rest on his. She felt Chris’s hand slide from her waist to her ass. He squeezed it and then reached around and let two of his fingers trace a lazy circle across her pussy, through her scrubs. Jessica moaned and wrapped her arms around Chris trying hard not to break the vials of blood.
Chris backed away. “Meet me at the nurses station.”
Jessica stood there paralyzed as Chris departed. She desperately wanted him but felt torn. She had a huge responsibility at the hospital. Patients were relying on her. Then again, the resident was really the one in charge. She was still just a lowly student. How bad would it be if she were fucking a nurse when a patient went into cardiac arrest? It’s not like she could do much.
And that was all it took for Jessica to convince herself to do Chris in her call room. She strolled out of her patient’s room and headed back to the nurses station. She looked up at Chris who was patiently waiting for her amongst several other nurses and said, “I need these brought to the lab. Do you
mind?”
Chris stared daggers at her. “What do I look like, a lab tech?” he said.
“You’re not? What are you then, a male nurse?”
The female nurses at the station giggled. Jessica could see Chris’s tongue rolling against his teeth in his closed mouth. She decided to press her luck. “You know what's the worst part about being a male nurse?” she said to the other nurses. She watched Chris’s face redden and imagined steam shooting out of his ears. “Taking orders from me,” she said with a haughty laugh, and while the joke fell flat with the others, she could see that she had gotten through to him.
He caught up to her on the way to her call room, pulling her roughly aside. His eyes narrowed as he whispered, “I’m going to take your orders and shove them straight up your ass.”
Jessica smiled and mouthed, “I love it in the ass.”
Chris turned to go, he hadn’t finished his rounds yet and still had patients to attend to. As he walked away from her he said, “I think you left your lab coat in that last patient’s room. You need to go get it.” Then he lowered his voice and said, “Meet me in your call room in ten minutes, wearing your white coat and nothing else.”
* * * * *
Jessica grabbed her coat and made a dash for her call room. She quickly unlocked the door and shut it behind her. She turned on the harsh overhead fluorescent lights and scanned the room. Three plain white walls glowed a dingy blue in the unflattering light. Two large windows were tinted a dull grey by years of grime. It was black outside and the room was high enough in the hospital to barely see any life down below.
There was a twin size bed in the far right corner of the room made in hospital bedding. Opposite the bed was a cheap wooden chair and a flimsy desk that appeared to be made out of cardboard. The desk was barely supporting an oversized and outdated computer. To her left was a small door to a private bathroom.
Not very romantic. Jessica turned off the room lights and flipped on the bathroom light. The bathroom was clean and bright, reeking of industrial strength ammonia. She partially closed the bathroom door, allowing a small amount of light to filter through, making the room somehow seem a little less cheap.
