I’ve been a registered nurse for six years. I’m a woman. For the most part, my days are mundane, spent running from patient to patient to make sure their vitals are ok and that their recovering as they should be from surgery or injuries. I should mention that I’m married to a wonderful man whom I love.

But one day we had a sixteen year old girl come in tonget her tonsils removed. The surgeon took off her robe, which I found odd, but who our mostly male-dominated team seemed to treat as normal. She was a fit young s*** blonde girl and I have to say for the first time in my life i felt attracted to someone of the opposite s**. Well, we finished up and I was assigned what we colloquialy refer to as her “looker-after”. Lame, but we have oue own language.

My feelings only intensified when i went into the hospital room when her parents and two older siblings were there. I have a habit of sitting on the bed next to my patients and placing my hand on their stomach or their face when i check up on them. It’s something I do as a female to both sexes to offer comfort, and though the men seem to appreciate it more, no one ever minds it.

Well, there was something different about this girl. When i went in and placed my hand on her stomach and checksd her heartbeat, mine was racing as fast as hers. Maybe it was because her whole family was there but I felt the room get hot, and studdered out an excuse and left as quickly as i could.

When i went back the next day, her mom was sleeping on the chair next to her. I took my stethoscope and placed it on her chest after a few minutes of chitchat after i had sat down next ro her. I could hear her heart start to beat faster and mine too. Her mom was fast asleep. I’ve never loved anything more than flustered men. There’s something powerful about pleasing flustered men and for the first time in my life this was no different with a sixteen year old.

I took a chance and placed my hand on her sromach above her mound and asked her how she was feeling.

She seemed unable to speak and uttered an “ok”.

So i rubbed her tummy up and down with my and and watched her close her eyes.

“is there anything you need Amanda,” i asked.

“No,” she said.

I kept rubbing her stomach and her eyes stayed closed.

“If you need anything, let me know,” I said, sliding my hand down to her hard mound and watching her slightly flinch.

“Ok”

I then started rubbing her c***, and she looked so beautiful and flustered next to her mom. Slowly, I rubbed her off for several minutes listen to her heart beat faster and faster and eventually working my other hand down to her breasts.

When i couldn’t hold back anymore i took off my pants and slowlu got in bed with her, making sure not to make any sounds, while she slightly opened her eyes and looked at me like i was retarded. I saw the signal and turned to look at her mom’s grandmotherly face—she barely had an eye open and winked at me with it. So i quickly parted her legs and started s********* her while she looked ahead with a furrowed brow with an emotion that could only be described as simultaneous disgust and pleasure until I came.

When i did and turned to look at her she was scowling at me, but when i got off the bed her grandmotherly mother’s eyes were wide open and she was smiling at me like if i had just fucked a degenerate’s daughter in front of her. It gave me the courage to smack her daughter in the a** and tell her that “I’ll be back tomorrow,” while winking back at her mom, putting my scrubs back on and moving on to my next patient.

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