I will preface this by saying this is totally cliché, and also not at all representative of my general experiences working in a hospital setting. As I had mentioned in a previous story or AMA, I have largely stepped back from practice, but the group with whom I work has been great about keeping me on, as opposed to buying me out, so I still have insurance for me and the kids. I still do occasional consults and patient work, help with administrative matters, and then cover on-call shifts a couple times a month. Since I have a much more flexible schedule than most, I cover a lot of the “bad” on-call shifts that others don’t like to take, which helps me stay in good with the senior docs in my group.
Setting the scene, it was the end of March 2021, I had just spent the day with Cathy, a 51yo married, stay-at-home-mom of two teenagers. It was our second hookup, about three weeks after the first, and when she left my place around four, she was happy and sore. I was on-call that evening, and around 5:30 got the message that I needed to go in.
I headed to the hospital and the matter took a couple hours to take care of (keeping specifics to a minimum here). Afterwards, was walking down a hallway towards the nursing station when I saw Janice, an experienced nurse who I had worked with quite a bit before scaling back. She was a few years older than me, and we always had good rapport. ‘Jack! I haven’t seen you in months. How have you been?’
‘Janice! Been great, it’s probably been half a year if you think about it.’
She was standing with another nurse who had the fresh-faced optimism of either a brand new nurse, or a nursing student. ‘Brooklyn, this is Dr. ______. Don’t let his looks fool you, he’s actually really good at what he does.’ We all laughed, and I caught her up on why she hadn’t seen me, and introduced myself to Brooklyn, who was doing a clinical practicum, and shadowing Janice.
Brooklyn sort of towered over Janice, standing probably 5’9” to Janice’s 5’2” or so. Still, Janice had a commanding presence, and I could tell Brooklyn was still taking everything in and hanging on every work Janice said. The three of us chatted for a few minutes, then they needed to head on their way, while I went to go do some paperwork. I hung around there for a couple more hours before heading out.
About two weeks later (Monday, the 12th to be exact), I was on-call again, and ended up again getting called in, again to the same hospital as before. It wasn’t the biggest deal, I had had a lunch date, and was otherwise unoccupied and had just finished at the gym. My biggest concern for the evening was maintaining my streak, now that I was just over 100 days into it. It would really only be a problem if the cases I needed to address took the entire evening, as I had been exchanging messages with a couple girls on dating apps, as well as texting a teacher at my kids’ school who I had hooked up with the week before. So, there were options.
I was on site around 5, and the first case I need to help out with was quickly disposed of. I handled the paperwork on it while waiting for another that I’d been requested to help with and decided to grab something to eat. I headed down to the cafeteria and grabbed a salad, some pineapple, and a water and was standing in line when I noticed a familiar face in line two people behind me. She was wearing pink scrubs and bright white tennis shoes, her light brown hair pulled back in a pony tail. I let the person between us go through and said, ‘Brooklyn, right?’
‘Yes, oh hi, yes, Brooklyn! It’s Dr. ______?’
‘Jack, you can call me Jack.’
I was now next in line before the cashier, and when she went to ring my food up I said, ‘Put hers on my account as well’ before scanning my badge.
‘Oh thank you!’
‘My pleasure. How long is your break, do you want to join me?’
‘I have 30 minutes total, so probably 20 minutes left, and sure, if you don’t mind.’
We sat down to eat, and when she pulled off her mask, I was pleasantly surprised by how pretty her smile was, and how plump her lips were. Her smile took her from an 7.5 to an 8.5 in my opinion. As we began to eat, I asked her about college, her nursing program, and why she wanted to become a nurse. ‘So, this is going to sound so silly, but when I was little, my parents would watch Grey’s Anatomy, and I was never allowed to watch. In high school, I started watching it from the beginning and totally wanted to become a doctor because of it, but then changed to nursing my freshman year. It’s funny, my roommate had like the totally same experience. I even said we had doctors here that were like straight out of Grey’s, like, umm, you.’
I laughed and said, ‘Yeah, but working in a hospital is really nothing like the show. There’s not some crazy situation coming up all the time, and there’s not constant hookups.’
‘Oh I know, and thank god!’ she said. After a couple beats she said, ‘I mean, at least on the crazy situations.’
‘Not on the constant hookups?’ and then we both laughed.
‘Well, I mean, between school and practicums, not a lot of time for hookups.’
‘Oh I know, medical school was the same way.’
‘So no hookups in the on-call rooms?’
‘A quick makeout session when I was a resident and another resident I was dating and I had offsetting schedules for several weeks.’
‘That’s disappointing! Shows and movies make it seem like it happens all the time. Way to burst my bubble.’
I was picking up a vibe, and decided to push my luck, ‘Not to say it couldn’t happen, if you’re interested.’
Brooklyn paused, ‘Ummm, like now? I only have like 5 minutes until I have to be back.’
‘Was thinking when you got off tonight.’
‘I totally thought you were joking. I don’t want to get caught and like thrown out of my program.’
‘I think the 8th floor is like deserted right now, but totally up to you. When do you get off?’
‘10’ and made a face with her nose scrunched up.
‘Tell you what, give me your number, I’ll stick around, and if you want, we can sneak up there and check it out, and you can just tell your roommate its all true.’
She gave me her number, and went back to work. I stuck around a bit and exchanged texts with a couple girls, just to have someone on standby in case this gambit didn’t work out. I sent Brooklyn a text that said, <This is Jack – I’ll be around no pressure tho>. About 15 minutes later, I got a winky face back.
I hung out in one of the doctors lounges for a couple hours, other than a quick check on a patient. At two minutes after 10, I got a text, <You said 8th floor right?>. I confirmed it, and said I’d meet her by the main elevators on that floor. I headed up a couple floors via the stairs, and when I go to eight, walked around to the main elevator bank. There she stood, back against the wall, looking a little nervous.
‘Hey’ she said.
‘Hey. Still want to see that on-call room’
‘Sure’
We walked down the hall, and I led her to a room just off a hallway. As I suspected, it was pretty quiet on the floor. Not totally abandoned, but activity was light. When we entered the room, I turned to Brooklyn and said, ‘Prepare to be disappointed’ before turning on the light. The room was spartan, a simple bed with uncomfortable looking sheets, a desk, an empty mini fridge.
‘Wow, yeah, they make these look a lot better on TV.’
‘Don’t they? So yeah, that’s it. Now you know. Want me to walk you out to your car?’
‘Oh, I uh thought. Nevermind.’
‘That we were going to hookup?’ I asked. She blushed.
‘Um, I’m so embarrassed.’
‘Brooklyn, I’m kidding with you.’ I dropped the messenger bag I was carrying on the desk and moved towards her, closing most of the four foot gap between us in a second. I reached out to embrace her, and she responded by stepping forward and embracing me as well. Her lips parted as she looked up to kiss me. Her mouth was moist and her tongue lightly touched my teeth, as I brought my own tongue to dance with it. We made out like that for a couple minutes as my hands moved down, grabbing her ample ass. She wasn’t toned, per se, but youth had kept her ass high and round. I slid another hand up the front of her pink scrubs and was surprised by just how large the breasts I found under the scrubs were. Even inside a sports bra, I could tell they were large, at least a D.
We broke the kiss, and she stepped aside to set her backpack on the desk. ‘I told my roommate I was headed to the on-call room to hook up with McSteamy.’
‘Did she respond?’
‘She told me to quit dreaming and gave me a grocery list to pick up on my drive home.’ Brooklyn paused for a minute looking at me, and said, ‘This feels so weird. I’ve never actually had a hookup where I wasn’t drunk.’
‘Are you even old enough to drink?’
She stuck her tongue out at me. ‘Technically, no, not for another 3 months, but that hasn’t stopped me.’
I moved forward and we began kissing again, my hands moving up under the scrubs again, running them up her torso to her breasts. Brooklyn pulled back and pulled the top of her scrubs off then removing the sports bra. When the bra did come off, I was rewarded with breasts that were even larger than I suspected, easily DD cups with just the slightest sag. Her areolae were a little above average, and her nipples were probably the same size as a fingertip and totally firm. She also had a tattoo down the left side of her ribcage and abdomen. I pulled my own shirt off as well, and Brooklyn bit her lip as she looked at my own torso.
I stepped out of my slip-on Adidas, and started to pull down the scrub bottoms, hesitating just a bit to see if she would follow suit. Brooklyn quickly shadowed my activity, taking off her own shoes before pulling her scrub bottoms down revealing a matching pink thong. I pulled my bottoms the rest of the way down, and since I was commando underneath, my cock sprung out. Brooklyn grabbed it while we resumed making out, stroking it while we moved towards the small bed. My own hands were now grasping her ass. When we got to the bed, I moved to pull her thong off. As I did, I began to lower down and I was going to go down on her. When her pussy came into view, I could see she was fully shaved, but front the front, there was very little visible, other than a slight cleft in her vulva.
I pushed her back onto the bed, and was kneeling in front of her, about to spread her legs apart. Right when I did, we heard two people walking down the hallway, talking. ‘I’m worried we’re going to get caught.’ Brooklyn said.
‘Yeah, we may need to be quicker than I’d like.’
‘I’m so wet, I’ve been thinking about this for 3 hours. Do you have a condom?’
I went over to my bag and grabbed a condom. Tearing it open, I put it on my cock. I pushed Brooklyn’s knees apart, and got my first glimpse of her pussy. Her labia were so thin as to be almost nonexistent. Most notably however, was how “long” her pussy was, extending almost to her asshole, her taint probably only 3/4s of an inch. She was, as she said, incredibly wet though, and I started by placing my cock at the entrance. ‘Go slow, it’s been a long time, and when I masturbate, I’m more of a clitoral stimulation girl, so I haven’t been penetrated since like Halloween.’
That’s a heck of a dry spell, I thought. I started to push in, and she wasn’t lying, she was really quite tight. I’m sure the tension of the risk of getting caught wasn’t helping. I slowly worked my way into her, Brooklyn moaning into a hand covering her mouth the whole time. When I was probably halfway in, she moved her hand and said, ‘Are you in yet?’
‘About half I’d say.’
‘Oh my god, this feels so good, but fuck!’
I pulled out slightly, to just the head within her and then pushed in a little, pulling back and doing it again slightly quicker, moving a little more into her. As I did, her DD cup breasts, which were now laying more flat against her chest, showing how natural they were, were rocking back and forth.
‘Can we change positions? I think maybe I should be on top.’ I quickly flipped to laying on the bed while she straddled me, again working my cock into her. In this position, her tits took center stage, hanging down deliciously while she worked my cock into her pussy. As she did, she began to moan again, bringing her hand up to muffle the sound.
She rode me for probably three minutes, and brought her other hand down to try to access her clit. It didn’t appear she was as successful as she wanted, so I said, ‘Do you want to try doggy style?’ She hopped up off me, my condom covered cock glistening with her wetness. She got on her knees, facing towards the head of the bed. I did a quick calculation and brought her around, perpendicular to the bedframe, and approached from the side of the bed, standing.
Given our respective heights, we were perfectly aligned, and I pushed back into her, balls deep. Brooklyn moaned again, and I brought the pillow over for her to moan into. That took care of the sound, while her hand returned to her clit, this time much more accessible.
With two hands on her ass and hips, I began to pump into her in earnest, and I could hear her moaning become more urgent. I could feel my own orgasm coming on as well. Brooklyn began to cum, her hand moving away from her clit while the other hand gripped the sheets tightly. I could feel her pussy spasm around me. Once her orgasm subsided, her pussy relaxed slightly, and I could begin to pound her harder. She was still tight, but with the slight uptick in lubrication, the friction was good but conducive to a faster pace. I felt myself cross the rubicon of my orgasm, and pushing deeply, filled the condom.
I pulled out of her, tied off the condom, and pulled the scrubs up. She got off the bed, grabbed her underwear, bra, and scrubs and got dressed as well, as I put on the top to my scrubs. Within two minutes of us finishing we were dressed and leaving the room. I stopped by a trashcan to dispose of the condom, and we were on our way down in the elevator. I walked her to her car, and since we were in the employee parking, we avoided public displays of affection by hugging or kissing.
She offered to drive me over to my own car, and I took her up on it. She drove me over to the doctors’ lot, and we kissed in the car. ‘Thanks for helping me fulfil the on-call doctor/nurse fantasy.’
‘You’ll have to spare no details to your roommate. Maybe I will see you around the hospital next time I’m on-call. If I don’t, good luck with the rest of school.’
I got out of her car and into my own. I checked my phone and had a couple texts from other girls I had been texting. It was between 10:30 and quarter-till, and I figured it was getting a little late to booty call someone. I would deal with the blowback in the morning.
Brooklyn and I exchanged a couple texts in the weeks after, including a few flirty ones. I didn’t end up getting called in at that hospital again over the next couple months, and she ended that rotation of her clinicals, and we never saw each other again. While I’ve had other work-related hookups, that is still the only time I’ve done it in the very cliché on-call room.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v3nuv5/hooking_up_in_the_oncall_room_mf