Though Adam and I had decided to be official, we wanted to take another week or two before telling everyone. We knew that once we came out with it, people would be projecting past stories and opinions on us like crazy and we just didn’t want to deal with it right now.
Rob in Radiology had dated a Doctor from the peds floor and they were hot and heavy, told everyone, couldn’t stop posting photos together to Instagram. Then they had an awful breakup which ultimately led to the female Doctor transferring to a different program, at a different hospital. “Don’t be like Radiology Rob” was a saying in our hospital which meant don’t dip your pen in the company ink. Hell, I’d even said it to a nurse a year ago about dating a tech.
We were sitting on Adam’s couch one Monday afternoon—one of our very few days off amid the COVID drama—and I was drinking iced tea. The windows were open and the sunlight was shining in on us, warming our skin and giving us much needed brightness to contrast our rather dark work days. I was reading something on my phone, leaned back on the couch, my feet in Adam’s lap, soaking up every moment of this peaceful and happy day. I looked up and Adam was holding his phone up, pointed at me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, inquisitive of him, as he had never really been a big phone guy.
“I took a photo of you,” he said. “You look really beautiful in the light, just reading.”
It was the first photo he had taken of me. If anyone saw his camera roll on his phone while he casually scrolled through, searching for something, they’d see me. I was in his house, in my underwear and a t-shirt, and it was documented. The moment brought realness to our relationship, even though it was just a photo.
He sensed that I was thinking about it.
“Are you okay with that?” he asked me, setting his phone down and rubbing my feet.
I nodded yes, and found myself becoming attached to this hunky man and the idea of us being real.
We spent the next three days sleeping, cooking (he made a mean rib eye steak with garlic green beans and a baked potato), and of course, having the best sex of our lives. I sometimes reflected on my previous partners and their inability to give me a real orgasm but also their inept sexual stamina. I was pretty much thinking about sex nonstop and fortunately for me, so was Adam.
Our favorite position–one that we really nailed over our three days off together–was one where Adam sat cross-legged on the bed and I straddled his lap. It was glorious–we were able to kiss passionately, our bodies were comfortable for a long period of time and the most important part was that Adam’s huge cock fit inside me so perfectly, pushing all the right spots at that angle.
Another thing we’d grown to love was oral sex. I mean, we’d both always loved receiving it but I was still mastering how to work such a big tool when I went down on Adam. I’d not only learned to deep throat him, but I was able to do it until he came which felt like a tremendous feat.
He was going down on me before sex, sometimes after, and once he even went down on me after picking up our groceries. He had a look in his eye, we got in the back seat and he disappeared under my dress until I came, just like in the parking lot the other night.
Together, sexually, we were a complex puzzle but our pieces all fit together quite nicely. And the more that time passed, the more we felt emotionally connected too. As we approached the start of our work week together, we both found ourselves growing a little nervous.
“I don’t want to hear about Radiology Rob anymore, and how he made it so miserable for his ex that she quit her job,” I said, braiding my hair tightly for the busy and exhausting day I had ahead of me.
Adam pull on his jeans and buttoned them, his chest glistening with water from his shower.
“I know,” he took a deep breath in and had a pensive look before he began again.
“But I like you and you like me. And we know that life can be turned upside down in a matter of minutes. Let’s not worry about what they think. And let’s be happy.”
He said it so simply that it made it hard to not believe it. Let’s just be happy, yes.
We got to work, we went our separate ways, Adam to get his scrubs from the machine and me to get mine. I slipped into the locker room to get changed and to add some extra deodorant before my shift, something I always did. I didn’t know if an extra few swipes helped but I knew how hot and sweaty I got, running down halls and lifting people sideways, digging through supplies and searching corridors for family members.
Leah and Kristin, two women we’d gone on the weekend getaway with, were standing in the locker room, Leah’s hands full of Kristin’s long dark hair, intricately braiding it before the start of their shift.
“Hey girl,” Leah said, jerking Kristin back and she braided.
“Okay that hurts but I know it will be worth it,” Kristin said, more to herself than to Leah, trying to apply mascara in a tiny mirror as she was getting her hair done.
I don’t know how women like her did it–nails always done, hair styled in more than a sloppy braid or loose ponytail, nails painted and somehow, they also always stayed up on current movies and TV. It felt like Kristin had an extra day per week than us but she didn’t. I was tired just watching them.
“Hey,” I said, stuffing my bag and lunch into my tiny locker, slipping out of my jeans and top. I was pulling on my scrub bottoms when Leah said–“HEY!”
I looked up, frantic but not sure yet why. “What?” I asked, looking around the locker room with my pants half down.
“Who gave you that?” Leah pointed to my inner thigh, which was perfectly exposed to her at this angle. Kristin’s eyes widened.
“Oooh girl, you’re getting it good!” she chimed in for a moment then went back to her make up.
I felt my face grown warm and I knew I was blushing. I was tongue tied, stuttering through the typical “umm”s and “err”s, I finally said: “I have a boyfriend.”
All the scenarios I’d run down in my head about the ways we’d break the news to our mutual friends just flew out the window. I’d been caught, in a way, and now I’d told them that I had a boyfriend. I pulled my scrubs up and threw on my top, pulling my braid out from under my top.
“I kind of feel bad about this. Well, I mean, I do feel bad about this,” I glanced up at them as I put on my watch and then sat down on the bench and tied my sneakers. “It’s actually Adam.” The room fell silent for what felt like an eternity as my eyes darted between their faces, waiting for someone to say something. They were still silent.
“I know we lied to you guys at the lake but it just seemed… well I guess we just weren’t ready to be official.” I put my hands in my lap and sighed. At least they knew now and we wouldn’t have to hide it anymore, even if they were mad for a couple of days.
Leah tied off the ends of Kristin’s braids and came and sat next to me on the bench. She smiled at me.
“I’m glad you told us,” she said, before adding, “I hope it works out for you guys.”
We started our shifts and Adam and I were, again, working together with a patient in the ICU. We were in complete protective suits, just like you saw in the movie Outbreak. I was sweating profusely and my hood began to get foggy and when I looked at him, I could see his was, too. Our patient had just received another round of medications, his temperature had been checked and he was stable. We called in a floating nurse to suit up and sit with him so that he and I could take a break.
We stepped out onto the cement patio behind the hospital, pulling our hoods off and both taking a ton of deep breaths. Ahh, fresh air. It didn’t seem like a big deal until you had to breathe your own breath for 12 hours. My hair was damp around my face and sweat was rolling down Adam’s temples.
I told him about what had happened in the locker room that morning. I shared with him that Leah had said she hoped it worked out of us. He nodded his head. “Does it feel weird having people know?” he asked, wiping his face with his own towel that he brought with him in his bag everyday.
“No but I mean I don’t know. The way she said it,” I was trying really hard to not be overly sensitive here but there was a part of Leah’s voice that resonated in my mind.
The part that seemed to think we were foolish for even trying. I tried to explain it to Adam and he said “who cares what Leah thinks.” I leaned in and kissed him, his lips salty with sweat. Kissing his lips made all my worries fall away.
“Let’s go to my car, we have ten minutes,” I said, standing up and taking him by the hand through the parking lot. We left our stuff in a heap on the bench, not caring about anything in that moment but connecting physically. He pulled open the door to the backseat and I laid down, tugged my scrub pants and panties down completely before Adam even had the door shut.
We were both tall so fucking in the back seat of a sedan wasn’t easy but we had done it before and we were determined. I could smell his sweat as he pressed his body against mine, instantly parting me with his hard cock. He smelled like deodorant and soap and I loved how it tasted when I licked his neck. He pushed into me, my legs up to my chest to give him as much room as possible.
He fucked me hard, my head sliding against the seat, hitting the hand rest on the car door behind me. I loved it when he took control. He reached down and squeezed my thigh with his hand and he pumped into me, faster and faster with each pass.
“Cum for me,” he said, asserting his power over me physically by pushing inside me deeply, his length pressing up against my g-spot with force. I shook my head yes and wrapped my arms around his neck, his hair completely drenched now.
He leaned in and kissed me on the lips–it was an erotic kiss, where he intertwined our tongues slowly then pulled away, not before gently biting my bottom lip. And I came hard, my soaking pussy swallowing his length as I did. I moaned, I maybe even screamed, as I orgasmed intensely, trying to catch my breath.
I felt him pin my hips tightly against the car seat and then push in me so deep that I coughed, and he came. He came long and hard, filling me entirely until he could hardly hold himself up anymore. He peeled his body off of mine, both of us exhausted and sweaty.
We practically melted out of the car and I pulled my scrubs back on.
“Good thing we were sweaty before,” he smiled and kissed on the lips once more before we headed back into work.
Day one of being a couple at the hospital wasn’t so bad after all.
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