After receiving a text from our coworker Leah about Adam and I being “lovey dovey” over the weekend, we sat down and had another talk. We briefly toyed with the idea of just saying fuck it and telling everyone we’d been sleeping together for a few months but the pressure of having to be in a real relationship was too much. As much as I was attracted to Adam and loved being with him, I wasn’t sure I was ready for that to translate to a real relationship. I mean, I thought I wanted to be with him but truthfully, I didn’t want to be the one to put that out there first.
We told Leah that we were just really good friends who had spent more time together recently and I told her the effects of the job were hard on me lately and that I wasn’t in a good place to get into a relationship anyway. She bought it. She bought it for sure because then she tried to sell Adam to me. “He’s really hunky and you guys get along so well… I wish you could see yourselves when you’re together.” She wasn’t wrong. Adam and I got along swimmingly and after our talk at the beach house, we had become closer than ever.
Our typical relationship consisted of ONLY work talk while working, then a couple of times a week we’d meet up after work for food, movies or games then sex. Lots and lots of that last one. But since returning from the beach, we were spending nearly every single night together. I was washing and drying my laundry at his house, I had my own drawer in the bathroom and I even had a phone charger that I left there, which seems monumental today.
Adam had agreed to cover an extra shift in the emergency room at the hospital, and so we were unable to meet up this particular evening. I had been horny all day, imagining all the things I’d get to do with him that evening, so when I found out I was pretty bummed. But I admired that he was taking another shift, after working 12 hours already, to help out a friend. Adam was selfless and that was one of my favorite traits about him, both in and out of the bedroom.
I went back to my own place after work that afternoon, tired but still itching to be with Adam. Even though I couldn’t be with him physically tonight—which I was growing very accustomed to—I have the memories of us and I planned to put them to good use.
I showered, leaving just my towel on and falling across my bed, which now felt very empty and cold. I pulled the towel open and let my hand wander; tracing the curves of my full breasts, sliding down my smooth stomach and parting my own lips. I slowly began rubbing my clit, my eyes closed, imagining Adam touching me instead. I had a slew of memories to recall to get me to orgasm but instead I decided to create a new one.
I picture Adam and I out together—no pandemic, no secret relationship—and we were at the movies. I was wearing a short skirt and tank top, Adam wearing shorts and a t-shirt, his sloppy hair tucked away under his Atlanta Braves cap. We settled into our seats at the back of the theater and waited for the lights to dim, as we interlaced our fingers together holding hands. I began to feel the tingling in my panties as we held hands like a normal couple, talking and chatting in our seats waiting for the movie to start.
Once the lights were low and the movie started, I felt an undeniable urge to feel him. I needed to feel him in some form and so I pulled our hands to my lap and released my grip. His hand fell to my thigh and I tucked it between my legs, pulling my skirt over his hand to cover it. He continued looking forward so to not draw attention to us. He knew what I was doing.
Within a moment I felt him rubbing my swollen lips through my panties, his finger applying very little pressure, which was driving me insane. I pretended to adjust in my seat all the while I pulled my panties to the side, his fingers now touching my bare wet pussy. I was so wet, too. He drug the tip of one finger up my opening and around my clit as I rested my face on my hand to silence my own moans.
Slowly he pushed his middle finger inside me, my sopping wetness coating his finger and leaking out into his hand. He pushed in and out of me gently, as to not move his arm much, and I began to crumble. The strength he had in one finger and the way he used it was enough to drive me crazy and make me squirt.
My legs began to shake slightly in the theater chair as I tried very hard to act natural. I was getting close to orgasm from just one finger. As my legs shook and I felt sweat on my forehead, he pushed another finger inside me and began to fuck me a bit hard. I casually reached up and squeezed my own breast, part of me knowing I could get caught and most of me just not caring. I was so horny for this man that I could not help myself.
He continued fingering me in the seat until I couldn’t take it anymore. I slouched down and bit my hand as to not scream at the top of my lungs that I was cumming. I was so wet that after I was done orgasming, Adam had to excuse himself to the restroom to wash his hands. He slipped back into the seat and winked at me and we watched the rest of the movie, holding hands in bliss.
Ahh, what a fantasy. I had rubbed myself to orgasm dreaming that up and still, I wanted to fuck him. I grabbed my phone off my night table and text him.
‘Got a break coming up?’ I asked.
We didn’t always get to text people back right away because we usually didn’t have our phones out and handy. But he wore a smart watch and so I knew he’d see it.
‘Twenty minutes,’ he responded.
‘I’ll bring you food,’ I said, having no actual food in my house I didn’t know what I was going to whip up but I knew I was going to throw on a sundress with no panties.
I managed to grab him a turkey burger down the road from the hospital and be at our spot in twenty minutes. I pulled up and saw him sitting on the curb, waiting for me, the light from his phone screen illuminating his face. He had some stubble growing and his tousled hair was smoothed to the side. He looked so incredibly sexy that I could feel my body aching for his.
I got out of the car and set the turkey burger on the curb next to him before I leaned against my car and coaxed him to me.
“Fuck me right now,” I demanded, lifting my dress to expose my bare pussy to him. His eyes widened with excitement. He pushed me against the car, kissing me with tongue and pressing his growing bulge against my bare bits. When he was hard, he pulled his cock out of his scrubs and pushed it into me.
When I first started to fuck Adam it was hard to fit all of him inside of me. He was at least 10 inches and he was the biggest I’d ever been with. I was still often sore after we fucked but we’d figured out how to make it work and it was well worth it. He knew what to do with all ten of those inches, too, let me tell you.
He pumped inside me, holding me up with his hands, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was so wet that I could my juices sloshing as he rammed me, my car shaking slightly.
“I just masturbated to the idea of you,” I whispered in his ear while he fucked me hard. “I touched myself and imagined it was you, and I came so fast,” I purred. He grunted, he moaned, we fucked hard and we both came in a matter of minutes. Being filled with him gave me the most complete sense of satisfaction.
I sat next to him while he ate his burger, taking bites and smiling at me. Our connection was electric and being with him just felt right.
“Leah told me that you and I should be a couple,” Adam said, taking his last bite of burger. “What do you think?” he asked. I felt my whole body tingle.
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