0 comments/ 154898 views/ 4 favorites Nurses In Training By: Hullo_nurse Shelby was so excited. It was the first day of clinical. It seemed she had been waiting all her life for this moment. The first two years of nursing school are so boring. All classroom and no direct patient care. Memorizing all the bones and muscles of the body. Learning all about anatomy and chemistry. Understanding the formulas of medication, how they work, what the side effects were. "Aren't there books that I can look all this crap up in?" she thought. "Let me at the patients!! Teach me how to give a bath, an enema or a shot. Show me how to insert a foley or put in an i.v." And today was THE day! She was going to go onto the orthopedic floor and give a bed bath. She had practiced on dummies in the lab, but now it was time to do it to a real person. Shelby was hoping for a male patient. She felt that if she had to give her first bath to another woman that maybe it would be like...lesbian or something. Mrs. Potts was the clinical supervisor. Her group of students included Tom, Shelby, Susan, Mary & Tiesha. All of the students met at the elevators and went up to the 5th floor together. Mrs. Potts had picked out the patients that her students would have the previous evening, based on how they were recovering. Tom was given Mrs. Lente in room 520. Susan was assigned to Ms. Parlour in 521. Mary and Tiesha had the roommates in room 522, Ms. Backman and Ms. Peters. Shelby noticed that all the patients so far were female. She was beginning to doubt that she would get her wish. Then Mrs. Potts said, "Shelby, I hope you don't mind that I had to give you a male patient. There are only 4 females on the floor at this time and Tom specifically requested that he not have to give a bath to a male patient his first time." "Oh, no, I don't mind at all," Shelby replied. "Which room is my patient in?" "You will have Mr. Babst in room 510," stated Mrs. Potts. All of us went to the nurse's station to read the chart of our patient. We were instructed to see why our patient was in the hospital, what surgery they had had and when, and when was the last time pain medication was given. Mr. Babst was 40, male (of course) and here for a total knee replacement, Shelby learned. He had had surgery two days ago. He injured his knee playing softball at the company picnic. Shelby saw that his nurse, Patricia, had given Mr. Babst some Vicodin about an hour ago. 'Perfect timing,' Shelby thought. Shelby checked in with Mrs. Potts before going into the room to introduce herself to Mr. Babst. Mrs. Potts listened to Shelby relay the information she had found out, including that the Vicodin was peaking at this time and if Mr. Babst was having any pain this would be the best time to bathe him, since the Vicodin should be working at its best right now. Mrs. Potts agreed with Shelby and sent her to collect the items she would need to bathe her patient. Shelby found the clean utility room and gathered up a wash basin and a bar of soap. She then went to the linen cart and took two towels, two washcloths and a clean gown. She then proceeded down the hall with her stash and knocked on the door of room 510. "Come in," she heard a deep voice say. "Mr. Babst?" Shelby asked as she walked in to the room. Once she had gotten far enough into the room to close the door she did so. She walked around the curtain that was pulled to look at her patient. "Yeah, that's me," he replied. "You must be my student nurse." "Uhm, yes. I am. My name's Shelby. I'll be giving you a bath today. If that's okay with you, I mean," Shelby said hesitantly. As she looked at Mr. Babst she almost salivated. Her patient was a HUNK!! He must have been 6 feet tall and had the most gorgeous green eyes she had ever seen. He was wearing one of the thin cotton hospital gowns, The covers were up to his stomach, but his left leg was sticking out. As a matter of fact his left leg was in a cast from his upper thigh to his ankle and was propped up on two pillows. Shelby noticed that there was no wedding band on his left hand. She thought he must have taken it off or something, because no man that looked as good as he did could still be single. He had curly brown hair that was cut just to the nape of his neck. His hands looked so strong. Shelby must have been staring because Mr. Babst cleared his throat to get her attention. "Please call me Stan. Mr. Babst is my father. You make me feel like an old man when you call me that," he stated. "Now for that bath, right?" "Yes. Uhm, do you like your water to be very hot?" Shelby asked as she went to the sink and turned on the faucets. As she let the water run to get hot Shelby cleared off the bedside table so she would be able to put the basin on it once it was filled. She put the soap on the table, along with a washcloth. Shelby went back over to the sink and began filling the basin with steaming hot water. Once it was 3/4 full she carried it over to the table and put it down. "Is this warm enough?" she asked. Stan moved his hand to the basin and put it into the water. "Yikes! That's a little hot, don't you think?" he asked. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me put a little cold water in there to cool it off a bit," Shelby answered. "No, just let it sit and cool off on it's own," Stan suggested. "You can sit down next to me and we can talk until it cools." "Um, I'm not sure if I can do that, Mr. Babst, ah, Stan." "Sure you can, I'm the patient and I'm asking you to give me a few minutes to rest before you give me a bath. Why don't you tell me what you're going to do to me?" Stan asked. "I'm, I'm going to, to give you a, a bath," Shelby stammered. "Of course you are. I mean for you to tell me in detail exactly what you are going to do to me. It will help both of us relax." "Ok," Shelby said. "First I'm going to get the washcloth wet in the water. I'll wash your face, and then get the washcloth nice and soapy; then take off your gown and cover your chest with a towel. I'll pull the towel aside and wash the left half of your chest and your left arm and hand; rinse your left side off with the other washcloth and then dry your left side, repeating this on your right side. Then you can roll over onto your right side, with some help with your casted leg. I'll wash your back, rinse it, dry it and apply lotion and then powder. Then you can turn to your left side so I can wash the other half of your back: wash, rinse, dry, lotion and powder it. I'll wash your ass, uh, I mean, buttocks tenderly and then help you onto your back." "That sounds delightful. Such pampering. I'm sure you give a magnificent back rub, too, don't you?" asked Stan. "Yeah, sure if you would like one," Shelby replied. "Mmmmm, that sounds so good, Shelby. Will you be gentle with my ass?" Stan asked. "Uhm, yes, of course. But I'm not sure what you mean. I'll just be washing it." Stan told Shelby "it appears that I was pretty constipated yesterday and the nurse had to give me an enema. My asshole is a little sore from the enema and my toosh is a little raw from all the, uh, shit that came out afterwards." "Oh, crap. I'm sorry. I should've read that in your chart. I promise I will be as gentle as I can with your bottom," Shelby told Mr. Babst. "Would you like to try the water now?" "Ahhh, it is just perfect. Gimme that bath now, Shelby." Shelby proceeded to do just as she had described. She took the washcloth in her hand and moistened it in the water, then folded it over her hand to form a "glove." She gently washed Mr. Babst's face, having him close his eyes so she could get at the corners of them, and then washing his ears and behind them as well. Once she was done with his face she soaped up the cloth and proceeded to his chest, arms, and back. She gave him a top notch back rub when lotioning his back, getting out all the kinks from only being able to lay on his back for two days. Then she added more soap to the washcloth and gently spread his buttocks apart. "Ohhh, be gentle!" Mr. Babst exclaimed. "I will, just relax, Stan" Shelby told him. She soaped up his derriere in the most gentle way and then between his butt cheeks. She washed all the way down between his legs, and suddenly heard Mr. Babst sigh. It was then she realized that she was fondling his balls from behind! She pulled her hand away and began to rinse his bottom off and dry it. She applied some lotion to his bumm, as it was so tender. It was a "barrier cream" rather than the moisturizing lotion she had used on his back. It would protect his delicate skin from further harm from errant bowel movements. Shelby assisted Mr. Babst onto his back again and covered his chest with a dry towel. She poured out the dirty water and proceeded to fill the basin with clean hot water. As she waited for the basin to fill she told Mr. Babst that she would have to pull down the covers now to wash his leg and feet. Then if he wanted he could wash his own private area. Shelby brought the basin of fresh water over to the table and began soaping the washcloth again. She pushed the covers off his right leg, keeping his groin covered for the time being. She could tell that he was aroused by the outline under the sheet and she thought that if she could distract him while bathing his leg and feet that maybe he would lose his erection. She washed his right thigh, rinsed and dried it, leaving the towel on it for warmth. She moved to his right foot and as she was washing it Mr. Babst began to laugh. "That tickles!" Mr. Babst told Shelby as he laughed. Shelby apologized and quickly finished with his feet, carefully applying lotion so as not to tickle him again. Then Shelby covered his legs and started to pull the covers back from his groin, then stopped. "If you would like privacy to wash your own penis I would be glad to step behind the curtain," Shelby told him. "No, I think I'd like it for YOU to wash me. Be sure to get by the cast. It really itches there." Mr. Babst told me. "And my dick sure could use a good rub-down," he added. Shelby felt her face flush with that last statement Mr. Babst made. As she pulled the covers away from him they seemed to get a little caught on his member. He lifted them to clear his knob and Shelby gasped at the size of his erection. He had to be 7 inches long. She had never seen an erect penis this big before. She soaped up the washcloth and started with the area around his penis, washing his pubic hair and the sides of his groin, paying special attention to the area Mr. Babst had said was itchy. After rinsing the area, all she had left to wash was his penis itself. "Why don't you use just your soapy hands there? I think the washcloth will be to rough since he appears to be excited," Mr. Babst asked. "Uhm, I'm not supposed to do that. It can be construed as sexual harassment. I can only to use the washcloth," Shelby replied. Shelby started to wash Mr. Babst's erect penis with the washcloth, but he would not hear of it. He took the washcloth from her hand and took the soap. He held her hands in his and lathered the soap, put the soap down and then guided Shelby's hands to his shaft. "Do it just like this, Shelby," Stan instructed. He put her hands around him and had her stroke him up and down. Shelby quickly grasped the concept and was giving him the hand job of a lifetime. She moved her hand slowly up and down and then over his bulbous head, sometimes concentrating on the head longer than the shaft, and then moving down to his sac. She made sure that his balls were tenderly caressed and washed. She focused on his shaft again and Stan started to moan. "Oh, yeah, Shelby. You are such a good student. You learn sooo quick. You're going to be a fantastic nurse. Keep doing that. Ohh, yeah, a little faster, don't forget the head, keep that up....I like it....Oh!! You want me to cum???" Stan encouraged Shelby and Shelby kept doing what she did so well. Mr. Babst started breathing heavier and quicker. Shelby stroked him up & down and all around. She would grasp him at the base and twist her hand to the left and then to the right while working her way up his tool. A requested, when she got the head she stayed there, rubbing the underside of his cut prick, just where he seemed to be the most sensitive. He other hand was squeezing and rubbing his balls. "AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Mr. Babst stifled his yell as he came. Thick white jism spewed from his head as he came again & again. Shelby kept massaging him until he went limp and his breathing was back to normal. Then she very gently washed his flaccid penis and all around it, making sure not to brush against the sensitive head. After he was all clean & dry Shelby put a fresh gown on Mr. Babst. Shelby emptied out the basin, washed it, rinsed it and wiped it dry. She gathered all the dirty towels, washcloths and his dirty gown and put them in the hamper. She straightened out the items on his bedside tray. She pulled his covers up and asked Mr. Babst if there was anything else she could get for him before she left. "A glass of cold water and a cold shower would be nice," he replied. "I can get you the glass of water, but you've already had a bath for today, I'm afraid," Shelby replied with a grin on her face. She gave Mr. Babst the glass of water and thanked him for letting her give him her first bath. "Any time, dear. Any time. Hope I see you again sometime. I won't be leaving for another couple of days, so stop by and see me, ok?" Stan requested. "I'll try. I think we'll be on this floor for the rest of the week, so it shouldn't be a problem. Bye, Stan." and as she left she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Shelby went to the nurse's station to check in with Mrs. Potts and found the other four students sitting there waiting for her. "What took you so long, Shelby?" asked her classmates. "I, uh, made the water too hot at first and instead of putting cool water in it Stan, uh, Mr. Babst, asked me to sit and talk with him until it cooled." "Stan, huh? On first name basis with your patient?" they teased. "That's all right, students. If the patient requests that you call them by their first name then you can. Did Mr. Babst ask you to call him Stan, Shelby?" Mrs. Potts asked. "Yes, as a matter of fact he did. He said 'Mr. Babst' is his father and it made him feel old to have me call him that. He told me his name was Stan and said to use it, so I did." Shelby retorted. "Tomorrow you'll have different patients. You will give a bath and change the sheets. None of your patients will be able to get out of bed, so it will be an occupied bed. I suggest that you go to the lab and practice this for the rest of the afternoon so you'll be able to do it without a problem with your patient tomorrow," instructed Mrs. Potts. The next day the five students me up with Mrs. Potts and were given their patient for the day. They were all given lighter patients so that they would not need help with the occupied beds. Shelby was assigned to Kenny Carmack in room 511. He was an 18 year old track star that had done some serious damage in the last marathon he ran. He had to have knee surgery to repair torn ligaments and tendons. He was casted as Stan had been, from hip to toe. Shelby went through the same actions as she had yesterday, gathering supplies and linens. She went to Kenny's room and knocked. "Come on in, my sweet vixen," came the voice from inside. Shelby was taken aback by this greeting, but decided to think nothing of it and go into the room. She opened the door, entered and shut it behind her before looking at her young patient. Kenny was a blond haired- blue eyed pretty boy. His hair was spiked and stood up all over the place. He wasn't the typical running nerd. She was shocked to see that he had his gown up and his covers down, exposing his manliness. He was standing at attention, so to speak. "I've heard all about you. And I know you won't let me down, now will you?" asked Kenny. "I'm not sure I know what you mean, Kenny. But I'll be glad to give you a bath and change the sheets on your bed," Shelby replied, trying to feign innocence. "Stan told me about the wonderful bath you gave him yesterday. I asked him about it last night. You see, I heard him yell out when you were in there. Then I found out that you were assigned to me today. I just had to know what you did to make him have such pain. Well, he assured me that you didn't hurt him, but that you'd given him great release. I figured you probably don't want your instructor to know about this and that a good blow job was enough to keep me quiet, so to speak." "Ahh, shit, I guess I shouldn't've done that yesterday, but it wasn't my idea. He made me do it. He took my hands in his and put them around him, moving my hands up and down with his. I certainly wouldn't have initiated anything like that! You've got to believe me!" Shelby pleaded. "Too bad, my dear nursey. You'll still have to pay for my silence. I'm sure you don't want to get kicked out of nursing school, now do you?" Kenny threatened. "No, I don't. I'll do whatever you want. Now lets get that bath started or they'll come looking for me." Shelby went ahead and gave Kenny a bed bath and after washing all of him and putting everything away she proceeded to do the deed. Shelby sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to put his erect penis in her mouth. "Ohhh, yeah, I've been looking foreword to this all fuckin' night. I couldn't sleep my dick was so hard for you," Kenny told Shelby. Shelby sucked him into her mouth and moved up and down a couple of times. She then began licking him while he was in her mouth. She took him out and coated him with saliva. She licked every side of him, up and down and all around. She kissed his penis, and started getting into this blow job. After all, it was one of her favorite things to do. Shelby started to suck with gusto, making a few slurping noises. She was getting so loud that Kenny had to turn on the tv to drown out the racket. Shelby took his head in her mouth and concentrated on the sensitive spot just under the helmet. She licked and sucked on the spot, driving him wild. He was moaning and Shelby knew that Kenny would not last long. She began to go down on him again, with her hand holding the bottom of his shaft, squeezing it a little, so as to prolong his climax. She slowly moved her mouth up to the tip of his cock and then took him all the way down, deep-throating him. She would leave him at the back of her throat, swallowing down on him. Then she would bring him out all the way to the top, licking his sensitive head. She started to move her hand in the same rhythm as her mouth, giving his entire shaft stimulation at the same time. Shelby's other hand was massaging his balls. Kenny started to buck wildly in the bed, moaning and telling her he was about to cum. "Yeah, suck my cock! Squeeze my balls! Make me cum you naughty nurse!" Kenny exclaimed. Shelby continued to suck his thick shaft, and then she felt his balls tighten up. She knew he was about to blow his load, so she deep-throated him as he came, swallowing down every ounce of spunk that he gave her. "That was great!" Kenny told Shelby. "I think I need a new gown, though." "Good thing we waited until now to change it, eh?" Shelby said. "And let's get those sheets out from under you while we're at it. Don't you think clean sheets would feel good about now?" So Shelby proved to herself that she had mastered the task of an occupied bed. As she left Kenny asked her to stop by again sometime so that they could continue in her lessons. Shelby just smiled and said "We'll see." Shelby and the other students met up with Mrs. Potts at the nurse's station again after finishing their assignment. Tiesha was not back yet, so the others waited for her. After a few minutes she came to the nurse's station and Mrs. Potts sent them to lunch. They were to meet back on the floor to give a second bath that day in the afternoon. Nurses In Training They all reported back the 5th floor after lunch and Shelby was given the patient in 508. She looked at his chart and it was a Mr. Marcus Cart. "Isn't dad's best friend Marc Cart? I wonder if this is the same guy? That would be weird. Giving Dad's friend a bath. I don't know if I can do this. But I have to act like a professional this time. No more sex!!" Shelby told herself. Shelby went to room 508 and knocked on the door. "Who's there?" she heard the voice from within say. It sure sounded like Marc. "It's Shelby, your student nurse. May I come in?" "Uhm, gimme a minute," Marc said, but Shelby had already started her way into the door. She found Marc quickly covering himself with the sheet. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. Should I come back later?" Shelby asked. "No, please, come in and do what you have to do. What is it that they want you to do to me? It can get tiring being a guinea pig, but that's what you get when the only hospital your insurance covers is a teaching hospital" Marc complained. "You can refuse to have a student, you know, Mr. Cart. If you don't want me here, please let me go tell my instructor that you would prefer to have one of the regular staff nurses bathe you. I won't be offended." Shelby diplomatically said, even though her feelings were terribly hurt. This was her dad's friend Marc Cart but he did not seem to recognize her. He was usually not in such a bad mood. Usually he kidded around with her and would flirt with her mercilessly. She had always thought that Marc wanted to get in her pants but never tried out of respect for her father, even though he had to be at least 5 years younger than her dad. Shelby guessed she was really reading him wrong all those times. "No, no. Then I'm seen as an uncooperative patient and you get treated poorly by the regular staff. I'd rather endure your fumbling around for an hour than have to put up with that for the rest of my hospital stay." Marc replied and finally looked up at Shelby. Marc's face turned a beet red once he recognized Shelby. He had no idea that she had enrolled in nursing school here. Marc knew she was at one of the big hospitals in the city, but never guessed it was this one. "Oh, shit, Shelby. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings so much. I just don't feel well. I only have a broken arm, but it's put a damper on everything. I can't even jack off. I can't feed myself, I can't write. I can't use the damned mouse on my laptop computer. I feel so damn useless. Never grow old." Shelby went over to the bed and sat on the edge. She tool Marc's non-casted hand in hers. She leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. Marc moved his face so that her lips landed on his. He kissed her with unadulterated passion. Marc kissed her eyelids, ears, nose and cheeks. He moved back to her lips and kissed her again and again and again. His tongue found its way into her mouth and she met his tongue with hers. They kissed for what must have been at least five minutes. As they broke away from each other for air Marc told Shelby that he had been wanting to do that to her since she was 16. He was so glad that she was older now and that he could finally let her know that he was in love with her. He had watched her grow up since she was 4 years old when he and her father began playing racquetball together. He knew that there was quite an age difference between he & Shelby, 15 years to be exact, but should that matter? He loved her. "Marc, I'm supposed to give you a bed bath. Is that okay with you?" Shelby asked. "I don't know if I will be able to control myself, Shelby. I have to tell you that I've dreamed of you seeing me naked for quite a few years. Now that it's about to happen I don't think that I will be able to stop from having an erection. Will that upset you, Shelby?" "I think I'm getting used to guys getting wood when giving them a bath. Either that or all men in hospitals are horny toads. The last 2 guys that I've given a bath to have gotten an erection. I have to admit that it makes me wet. You should feel how wet my pussy is just thinking about it." "Is that an offer, Shelby?" Marc asked. "Do hospital doors lock?" Shelby asked. "I don't think so. But I think we can get away with it. Come on, lay here next to me. Help me feel like a man again. Let me see what my thick cock can do to you. I want to make love to you here & now, Shelby. Will you let me make love to you?" Shelby laid next to Marc and kissed him fiercely, answering his question without words. Marc had her drop her panties onto the floor, as that is all she had on under her white dress. Her stockings were the thigh-high ones that gripped at the top. She had forgotten to put a slip on that morning. Shelby positioned herself back in the bed next to Marc. He turned to his side and pushed the cheesy gown aside. He was hung rather well. Shelby gasped at the site of him. Marc felt down to her nether lips with his free hand to feel her moist hole. "Oouhh, you really ARE wet. I can't wait to get this inside you. Let me get inside you. I want you so bad, Shelby." Marc told her. Shelby helped him position his rod so that it would penetrate without causing her pain. Shelby was a virgin, but hadn't told Marc that. As he thrusted deep inside her Marc felt her hymen stretch and break. Shelby cried out a little, but was so enthralled with the thrill of actually having sex that she didn't notice the searing pain. As Marc plunged deep into her Shelby started to move with him, meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own. She and Marc were trying to moan quietly, so as not to alert the rest of the hospital as to what was going on in the room. Shelby started to gasp as Marc found her clit. She had never felt such incredible waves of pleasure before. Marc continued to rub her clit and move in and out of her tight virgin pussy. Shelly started bucking wildly as she came, her clit throbbing and her vagina squeezing the life our of Marc's cock. Marc couldn't hold back any more and came inside Shelby shouting as he did. As they lay there slowly coming down from their high, Marc asked Shelby why she had not told him she was a virgin. "I was afraid that you wouldn't make love to me if I told you. Am I right?" Marc replied, "No, not today. I would've waited until you & I could spend an evening together working up to this moment. I would've wanted this moment to be special." "It was special! Marc, I love you. I've loved you since I was 12 years old. I never thought that this could happen, but I was not going to let this opportunity pass me by. You have flirted with me since I was 16, and I always thought it was just that, flirting. But today I had the chance to make love with the man I have dreamed about ever since I've been having erotic dreams. Even if this never happens again I wanted YOU to be the one to take my virginity," Shelby explained. "You can't tell your father about this, Shelby. Let me find the right time and place to let him know. I want to let him know about our romance, that is if you will agree to be my fiancé." "Yes, Marc! I'd be so proud! I promise to let you be the one to tell dad." "Tell 'dad' what? What's going on in here?" a voice came from just inside the room. Shelby and Marc had not heard the door open or anyone come in. Shelby quickly jumped off the bed and reached for her panties on the floor, shoving them into her pocket. She pulled the covers up over Marc's now limp penis and tried to start a proper conversation with him, ignoring the voice inside the door. "I said, tell 'dad' what?" Marc's friend and Shelby's father asked. "Oh, hello, Reg. I didn't know you were going to stop by today. That is so nice of you!" Marc tried to cover the fear in his voice. "Well, I'm the one who put you in here, aren't I? If it weren't for my killer back swing you wouldn't have been hit with the ball and fallen to the ground breaking your arm in 3 places," Reg replied. "And who do we have in here? I thought I recognized your voice, Shelby. Don't tell me you have been assigned to take care of Marc?! Isn't that a hoot! I read in your diary a couple of years back that you had a wet dream about Marc. Have you told him that?" "DAD!! How dare you read my diary! And tell about it! Don't you have any respect for my privacy?" Shelby shouted at her father. "Hey, hey, now. Remember you're here on a professional basis, Shelby," Marc cooed to her with a smirk on his face. "You can take this up with your father after you've given me my bath. I think I deserve one after all this excitement. You don't mind, Reg, do you? If your little girl gives me a bed bath?" Marc teased. "Are you really assigned to Marc?" Reg asked Shelby. "Yes, dad, I really am. You can ask Mrs. Potts. Please don't tell her Marc is a friend of the family. I'm already embarrassed enough." "Ok, Shelby. I won't even go talk to Mrs. Potts. I don't want to put your college career in jeopardy. Just know that the next time I see you we are going talk about what happened in this room today. I have been here for 15 minutes, so don't even try to deny it. I will talk to you later Marc." More to cum...look for it soon...