Shoutout to u/emergencyfwb for letting me take her real life and turn it into a series!
Chapter 1.
On a good day, being a nurse was extremely hard work. With any job, you had people treat you amazing and you had people treat you like you were trash; it was both rewarding and exhausting, often times in the same day. But with COVID here, working in a high-volume hospital meant we worked a ton of long hours, saw a lot of patients and ended up emotionally and mentally devoid of any life at the end of each shift. For every positive outcome and “win” we had, we had an equally unexpected and disappointing outcome.
I became a nurse in my early twenties, fresh out of nursing school, working at the hospital in my small home-town. I stayed there a handful of years before I became bored, having watched enough medical dramas on TV to know that there were indeed more exciting hospitals out there. I yearned to have my long-studied skills put to the test in a capacity exceeding taking temperatures in kids butts and looking at rashes on old people. I wanted more.
So, I became a contract nurse, moving around to different hospitals for short stints, anywhere between six months to a year. Moving around allowed me to see new places and meet new people, and make an impact where I was needed. Contract nurses were hired by hospitals who needed extra help and often I found myself in big or struggling cities, where staff was overwhelmed and definitely underappreciated.
In a way it was fulfilling to feel that I was truly needed and appreciated and, in another way, it was isolating and lonely; moving every year or so meant having no ties to my location. I didn’t have many boyfriends, I didn’t have a deep-rooted circle of girlfriends, and my parents were hours away. There was a lot of talking on the phone, facetiming, watching TV alone in the dark with a bottle of wine in bed next to me. But for some reason, I kept taking new contracts, moving around and finding the light in the darkness.
The hospital I was currently at was a bigger hospital in a bigger city. It wasn’t New York or San Francisco but it was high volume and people traveled from miles around to visit it. My first day there I learned that the staff did group huddles at the beginning of each shift. They spoke positivity, they often prayed, they shared anecdotes and wished everyone healing and good vibes. I wasn’t used to this familial like setting but I knew right off the bat that I liked it and in fact, needed it. In my first huddle, a tall handsome nurse who was working the same shift as me that particular day, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and said “I’m glad you’re here.”
I have no idea why those basic words resounded with me so much but they did. When he looked at me, I could feel his jubilance and positivity and I knew he was someone I wanted to work with. Nurses, like I said before, see and go through a lot so to find one so upbeat and positive was refreshing. I learned that day, as we were scheduled on the same floor for my entire first month, that his name was Adam. He would be showing me the ropes and I was happy to be paired with someone like him.
I learned as the weeks went on that Adam was single, he had a few serious girlfriends in his past but not recently. He enjoyed many of the same things I did—including Mario Kart and Parks and Rec, to name a few. We enjoyed the same craft beers and medium-rare steaks and we loved watching football, too. We were very similar and enjoyed working with each other immensely. In the beginning, we were friends. We chatted about life outside the hospital while working, but when we were actually outside the hospital, we only saw one another in a group deal.
Adam was the type of guy I liked when it came to appearances. He was quite tall—6’5”—and that was important to me as I was nearly 5’11” myself. He had tousled dirty blonde hair that was long enough to “style”, yet he never did. At work it was a natural mess, sticking up here and there, but somehow it looked cute. Outside of work he wore an Atlanta Braves baseball cap, loose ends of wild hair poking out from underneath. He had a natural tan colored skin and dark brown eyes that had just the smallest fleck of emerald green in them. His lips were a perfect shape and his jaw was square and masculine. Being so tall he was also built well, moderate muscle throughout his body and a trim waistline. I watched his hands connect an IV about a hundred times now and I never tired of it—they were strong, his fingers solid and tall. And his nails were always trimmed back very short—something every single girl in the world required of her man.
When my contract was up for renewal at the hospital and they offered me another year long extension, I have to admit that Adam was a thought in my mind when I signed. Would I be on the same floor as him again? Would we be working the same schedules again? We pretty much worked together for an entire year and I was growing to be quite fond of him. I even had a sex dream about him once and though when I woke up, I couldn’t remember the details of it, I remember the feeling of utter satisfaction. I extended my contract for another year because Adam aside, I had been enjoying my living space and work environment and thought staying could be really great.
Then the pandemic hit. At first, we were told that it would be minor, then day by day all of our information changed. One day we were told normal protective equipment was adequate and the next day the bejesus was scared out of us when we were told using solely normal protective equipment was a risk to our lives. We were jerked around—do this, no do that—until finally we put a strategic triage system in place and had a better handle on things. *Just. In. Time.*
People were rolling in practically in herds. Adam and I were still working together, this time in the ER. A couple of weeks in, we were told that after we got off of work we were to strip down, leave our clothes outside, go in our house and shower, and self-quarantine from our families until we were sure we had no symptoms. The possibility of this being our life for MONTHS was hugely depressing. For me, however, I lived alone and my family was far away—it was little change to my daily life. Adam also lived alone, like a handful of the other nurses so, for those of us who had no one to come home to, we spent many evenings together. We’d all already been working in the hospital all day so being around each other felt relatively low risk and after working in a hospital during a pandemic… well, drinking beer and playing darts to drown out the scary reality of 2020 felt *really, really* good.
There was a bar around the corner from the hospital that we’d often meet at. It wasn’t really a dive bar but it wasn’t a hotel bar either. There were peanuts on the tables, draft beer on tap, flat screens around us and a row of dart boards waiting to be played.
After a particularly long day in the hospital, Adam and I had texted one another from our respective locker rooms deciding that we wanted to meet up. Two other nurses were on the text message and they, too, wanted to drown their sorrows. I changed into my blue jeans, a V-neck white shirt and my chucks. My hair, greasy from a day of sweat and tears, was pulled back into a braid behind me, falling just under where my bra was clasped. I washed my face in the locker room and decided to brush my teeth too. There was no make up in pandemic land so I didn’t have to worry about that.
I hopped up on a bar stool at a table and pulled my phone out, surfing Reddit and Instagram, killing time before the others arrived. I heard the bell tied to the door jingle and I looked over to see Adam, in a white V-neck shirt and blue jeans, his Braves hat thrown on over his own greasy hair. “Twins!” he called out to me. I laughed and as he sat down, the smell of his soap swarming around me, I felt myself grow warm between my thighs. He looked so sexy and his smile was so pure and genuine. I secretly hoped the others weren’t going to show up. As he sat down our phones buzzed and in unison, we pulled them out. *Jackpot*. The others weren’t coming.
The bar that night was at its usual capacity—a couple tucked away in a dark corner somewhere, a few stray men right up front, and some college kids in a booth drinking the absolute cheapest beer possible.
“Yes, totally twins,” I laughed. He had on vans instead of Chucks but our style was so similar. I guess I’d never noticed it before, as we usually only hung out in a group of nurses who worked the same schedule. This was the first time just he and I were hanging out, despite texting and Snap chatting on the regular.
We started reminiscing about the day, as every single co-worker in the history of work has always done, and each drinking a nice beer. Beer turned into beers which turned into appetizers and then full-on food. We talked the whole time about not just work but life and likes, dislikes and extreme hates. We both loved pizza but decided tomatoes were in fact not that great by themselves. We enjoyed running but agreed it was only to be done while listening to loud music. So much beers and laughing, talking and listening—it was truly a good night.
Right when I felt I may need to make a break from the evening (before I developed a massive crush), his favorite song came on and he scooped me up in his strong arms (seriously, swoon) and took me to the dance floor, where he danced up on me, his warm and sweaty body pressing against mine, my chest heaving with both dance fatigue and excitement. Each time our bodies pressed together and peeled apart I went on a roller coaster of extreme giddiness and panty-tingles. When we were too tired to keep dancing, he suggested we Uber to his apartment for more drinking and I agreed. When we got there, we decided that in addition to drinking we needed food—and Nintendo.
After hours of Duck Hunt and drinking, it was nearly 1am and I felt like I should go—again, to preserve any hope at not catching feelings for Adam. But then an old country song came on Spotify—which he had low key streaming in the background the last few hours at his house—and he got a look in his eye. “It’s corny but I used to love country, and I used to love this song,” he smiled slowly before hopping up off the couch and extended his hand to me.
I looked at his hand, outstretched to me, coaxing me into his strong, sexy body as he sang Tim McGraw, the world stopping around us. I put my hand in his and felt a warmth trickle throughout my body—every fiber of my being was alive with his touch. He wrapped one of his arms around me and pulled my body into his and held my hand in his own, placing it to his chest and as we slow danced in his living room. We both fell silent, the old country song forcing us to slow down and realize how we were both feeling.
He pulled back slightly and dipped me down, his hand holding my back as it arched, and our eyes met. We had made eye contact all night, talking and laughing, but this eye contact was different. It was the stuff you saw happen between destined couples in movies—my heart began racing so loudly now that if the music stopped, I’m pretty sure the world would hear it. A moment of electricity—his dark eyes twinkled as they stared into mine—and we both knew. He pulled me up into his body and kissed me, his lips applying just the right amount of pressure as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. His kiss was powerful and erotic and I could feel the warmth grow between my thighs.
We pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes once again, this time to verify that we were both feeling like a kiss just wouldn’t cut it. Within moments we were pulling at each other’s clothes, his shirt came off first and then mine and before I knew it we were in our underwear on the living room floor, his lips finding every nook of my body. He was kissing me in places that I didn’t know I wanted to be kissed and it felt tremendous. Each time I looked down and saw this tall, beautiful, strong man working over my semi-nude body I shuddered with pleasure. He was gorgeous in his scrubs but now, between my legs kissing my inner thighs with nothing but his boxers on—he looked like a model. I ran my hands through his tousled hair and pulled his head up to me and our lips met again.
We kissed passionately and he began to grind me and I could feel how extremely large he was as he pushed up against me on the floor. His dick was huge, probably the biggest I’d ever felt, and he was carefully pushing it up against my clit as he kissed the nape of my neck, my ear and then again, my lips. My legs fell open for him and we continued grinding, my desire to feel his length inside me rather than on top of me was growing.
He picked me up off the floor and took me down the dark hallway where we ended up in his bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and dropped his boxers. I laid on my back in the dark, the glow of the moon shining through the window, illuminating his massive cock and chiseled body. My eyes grew wide with excitement as he walked to me, his eyes passionately fixed on mine, and climbed on top of me.
I shuddered with horniness and anticipation for what was about to come.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hbgsme/the_nurses_chapter_1_nsfw