This is the first literotica story i’ve ever wrote please be kind! Someone had requested to me a college/sex Ed/freeuse.
This year was going to be Emma’s big year. It was her first semester of Nursing College and she had worked so hard in high school to get here. Her ultimate goal was doctor, but due to family financial struggles she settled for nurse. On her first day, everyone was so excited for her. She had her textbooks, pencils and notes all in order. She was going to be the first in her family to actually attend college and she was determined to walk away with a degree, and make her and her family proud.
She took the city bus to the local college to make sure she was early for her first class. During the entire ride she had butterflies in her stomach wondering what kind of struggles she will face, how easy or hard it will be.. If she will make any new friends at her school, or perhaps enemies.
She glanced around the bus trying to see if there was anyone else that might be attending some of the same classes as her. Maybe someone she knew from high school. There was one man that immediately caught her attention. She noticed he had the same medical textbook as her on his lap. She glanced upwards and examined his masculine features. Short neat black hair, strong jawline covered in a neatly trimmed stubble. Emma glanced at his body up and down admiring his fit, clean and athletic physique. She watched his hands grip the textbook and admired the veins running through the tops of his hands. Suddenly her butterflies turned into another kind of nervous. She quickly looked away and shook her head trying to distract herself… She spent her entire high school avoiding boys and focusing on her studies and she didn’t want to let someone get in the way of her college this year again. She crossed her legs and stared out the window the rest of her ride.
She hopped off the city bus, looked at her schedule and attended her first morning classes. Everything went as expected, so far she recognized no one, but that was ok. A fresh start, a positive perspective. This is what Emma wanted. She spent her lunch hour organizing her notes and writing tips on how to navigate the halls. Emma was a very neat, and organized girl. She paid attention to the smallest detail in her work and had been for her last 4 years in high school. She graduated valedictorian and it was no surprise to her peers.
It was almost time for her class in Nursing Fundamentals. The one she has been looking forward to all day. She grabbed her books and was the first one in the classroom. This classroom was a very different than the others. This one was filled with hospital beds, IV stands, CPR Dummies, and numerous amounts of medical equipment around this room. It was basically the adult version of a “Pretend Hospital”.
She sat in one of the chairs that was placed in a circle. She noticed even the professor wasn’t around so she decided to take a walk around and get a closer look at some of the equipment.
She walked up to one of the medical beds and ran her fingers across the lifelike dummy that laid on the bed. She wondered how many people have used these before and how accurate they were.. A deep voice came from the doorway catching her off guard. “I don’t actually like to work with those things, they’re just there to show our funders we invested our faculty money in the right areas.” Emma jumped back and turned around to see her new professor. He was a tall, 50 year old gentleman who was wearing a dress shirt and some slacks. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair slightly dishovled. He seemed more casual than the other professors around here.
“Sorry i didn’t mean to touch i’ve just been so excited all day!” Emma responded.
“No problems! I appreciate a student who’s eager to learn. Especially in such a field when working with vulnerable people.”
Emma smiled at her professor, “It’s Mr.Paulson correct?”
“It sure is, but you can call me Daniel. The whole point of this practical course is to create a comfortable, realistic environment that my students might encounter in their future careers.”
“Well thank you Daniel, i look forward to working with you. If there’s anything i can be doing after school hours to gain more experience please let me know!” Emma excitedly announced.
“Hmm.. i can’t think of anything after hours but I’m sure we can get you being useful in the classroom.”
Immediately Emma’s stomach sank hoping she didn’t offend the professor or give the wrong impression. She was always the school pet at her last high school. Now that she’s a grown woman she has to be more careful with the offers she makes, and ensuring no one gets the wrong idea. Emma quickly grabbed her books and sat in one of the plastic chairs in the middle of the room with the rest of her classmates that were coming in.
There was only about 8 others that ended up coming in. Most of the chairs were taken, so this must be a small class. The professor welcomed everyone and asked that for the first class no notes be taken and only observations. He wanted to see how much prior knowledge we all had and that for our first few classes it would be him studying us.
As Emma reached under her chair to place her books she immediately recognized the man on the bus she had seen this morning. She knew it, they were classmates. She accepted this common challenging of ensuring she won’t let a handsome classmate distract her. This was something very easy for her to do and she was confident she could do it again.
The professor clapped his hands together, pointed to the medical dummy on the bed and said he wanted to start with some basic skills and asked for a volunteer. The room was quiet and awkward, which was expected for the first day of class. Within a few seconds the professor pointed to Emma. “You mentioned earlier that you’d be willing to help if needed?”
“Absolutely!” Emma jumped up. She wanted to graduate with honours again this year, she was ready and willing to do whatever it took to pass her classes with flying colours. The professor had grabbed a medical robe from the closet and passed it to Emma. “Do you mind going to put this on?” .. Smiling and nodding Emma immediately grabbed the robe and went over to the dummy on the bed, she began attempting to delicately slide the robe over the dummy head as though it was a future fragile patient of hers. “Oh, i think you misunderstood!” The professor interrupted. “I would like YOU! To put it on.” Emma was slightly shocked but so eager to please, she laughed gently, and asked where the nearest change room was. She used one of the side rooms to change into the light blue gown. She had a elastic around her wrist and tied up her long pale brown hair in a pony tail. She began getting butterflies again wondering what kind of volunteering she was up for. She was mildly disappointed to be the “patient” and wouldn’t be able to show of her skills as a future nurse, but she figured her time would come.
She exited the room and stood there in front of her peers wearing nothing but her panties, bra and the gown made of a thin sheet of blue fabric.
The professor pointed to the medical bed where he had moved the dummy aside and placed it on another bed in the room. “Hop in!” he smiled. Emma, nervously chuckled and held her robe tightly to her petite body. She was 5″5 and only 103lbs. The robe fit quite loosely on her and she wanted to make sure she wasn’t exposed. She crawled into the bed and laid back, bringing the blankets up to her chest. She laid staring at the ceiling.
While laying there, Emma began to feel the cool draft from the AC unit above, it took her everything not to shiver but she started to feel slightly embarrassed as her nipples hardened an began protruding easily through her bra, and thin gown. “Its, fine, we’re all professional adults here.” She said to herself in her head..
The professor began explaining the importance of feeling at ease with strangers when you’re working in the medical field. He explained that if the nurse is comfortable, it will easily be transferred to the patient and make everyones experience much better. He walked over to Emma and placed his hand on her thigh. “Now, what we’re going to do is a little role-play. Emma here is going to be our patient. Emma was in a unfortunate car accident a week ago that has left her in a induced coma. Her vitals are stable, but it’s important we provide the proper care to her while she is here.”
The professor asked that she remain perfectly still during this role playing activity to ensure as much realism as possible. Emma smiled and nodded. Inside though she was quite disappointed, this felt like getting the part in the play of acting as the tree. Just standing there doing nothing. Not showcasing any talent whatsoever. Emma adjusted herself in the bed and closed her eyes and laid as lifeless as possible.
“What would be one of your jobs as a nurse to take care of our patient here?” The Professor asked the group.
One of the classmates raised her hand and explained how it would be imporant to continuously keep her vitals monitored and administer any medication the doctor has ordered. “Very good!” The professor exclaimed. Emma had opened her eyes for a brief moment to catch a glipsme of what the other student looked like; potential competition if you will.
“Ah ah ah… Coma, remember?” The professor said as he gently placed his fingertips over Emma eyes and gently brought them to a close. … The professor handed the other student a fake medical chart, and told her to go take Emma vitals and pretend to administer medication with the tape on IV.
Emma heard the footsteps of her classmate approach her. She felt the cold stethoscope on her chest, and the tight embrace of the arm cuff for her blood pressure. She then felt a tube being ta[ed to her arm and the sound of a few buttons on a machine next to her..
“Wonderful job, now our patient here has received her medication for the afternoon and is in stable condition. What else should we be concerned with?”
Silence filled the room which drove Emma crazy. She could think of 100 things a nurse would be responsible for while a patient is in a induced coma, but she bit her lip. Doing the best that she could do at her task, which was essentially doing nothing.
Then she heard a voice speak up. “Rotate the patient to avoid bedsores?”
“That is definitely something! Why don’t you go over to our patient and demonstrate how you would complete this task.”
Emma swallowed deeply. She started feeling a bit nervous about the idea of a total stranger touching her in her robe while others watched. She felt the blankets gently roll off her body down to her feet. She felt the hands of another female classmate grip her sides and begin to leverage so she could easily roll. Emma being a small girl this was a very easy task for anyone to accomplish. As the other student was gingerly rotating Emma onto her side, the back of Emma gown got caught exposing her back, and bum.
Immediately Emma flinched and reached back to pull the gown over her exposed behind. Halfway through the motion the professor loudly cleared his throat and sternly said. “COMA.. Remember?” Emma quickly placed her hands back to where they were and allowed her behind to be exposed. Immediately her pale skin became flush and filled her cheeks with a bright pink colour. .. Within a couple seconds the other student carefully placed the gown back over Emma hiding her panties and back. Emma had 100 thoughts running through her mind.. Did she wear a pair of clean panties this morning? Were they appropriate? Has anyone noticed? Were they laughing at her? It felt as though that moment was never going to end. Then, she stopped herself. Took a deep breath and reminded herself that she’s here to graduate, not to impress anyone, and if laying still was what she had to do then damnit she was going to do it.
Emma heard the other student walk back and sit in her chair. Then she heard a male voice speak up, “The patient must be bathed appropriately to avoid any infections and to care for their basic hygiene”
“That’s a very important task, it may not be the most rewarding but we all deserve to be clean. Do you know how to properly execute a medical sponge bath?”
“Uh.. yes. With the proper equipment I would..” the man said nervously.
“Well it just so happens that this is a Nursing Practical class and we have everything we need right here!” The professor chuckled.
Emma heard a few footsteps walking away and then heard the sound of a tap turn on and a bucket filling up. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, she was willing to do anything to get these grades but this is never what she imagined her first lesson would be like.
She heard the professor walk towards the students with a bucket of full water sloshing around. ” Sponge, cloth, soap and warm water. Anything missing?”
“Uh, no sir.” She heard the male student reply.
“Great! Then you can perform the demonstration for us. ”
Emma heard the footsteps walking towards her, they seemed slower. More reluctant to approach Emma at her bedside. She could smell the strong cologne of a man standing right near her. She heard a soft sigh from him and he cleared his throat. “You sure this is okay with you Emma?” He asked concerningly The professor interrupted before Emma even had a chance to speak. “I can assure you Emma is completely comfortable with this. Infact we are quite lucky to have a student like her. She confronted me before class and we had a good chat on how willing ready and able she is to participate. Isn’t that right Emma?” Emma opened her eyes for a brief moment, as she opened her eyes she noticed the professor standing on one side of the bed with a grin, and his arms folded. “Absolutely!” She answered without hesitation. “Why did I say that?!” Emma wondered to herself. She was so used to appeasing teachers and faculty that the words came out even before she could think. She was able to say no to boys trying to sleep with her at parties or in school, but this was different. This was for educational purposes… Wasn’t it?
“Alright we only have so much time. Let’s get this going” the professor said.
Before Emma went back to ‘being in a coma’ she couldn’t help but glance over at who was going to be sponge bathing her. It was the man from the bus.
She tightly closed her eyes, layed on her back and couldn’t get the image out of him of her head. His chiseled jaw line, hands with protruding veins, clean cut facial hair and an amazing scent. It almost felt like she was laying in bed at home, and this was some type of fantasy she made up during her ‘personal time’ in her bedroom.
Instantly, she could feel herself getting wet. She’s obtained from any touch throughout highschool and this is the closest she’s ever gotten to any man before. The room was dead silent allowing her imagination to drift off. Then she remembered the strangers in the room . Everyone staring. This was not her comfort zone…
She heard the man wring out the cloth. He started gently sliding it up and down her arms repeatedly. The water had gotten cold, and the draft from the AC made her shiver. She could feel her nipples getting even harder. Her heart beat was racing as she wondered who could see. The man quickly ran the cloth below both her knees, down her shins and to her feet. He did a very thorough job but it was done quickly… She heard the cloth splash back into the bucket and the man step away. “Just like that I guess..” he muttered.
“That’s it? I’m afraid that would be a failing grade young man. This woman is in a coma and it’s your responsibility to keep her clean. Dignity does not matter to someone unconscious, but their health does.” She could hear the professor was slightly frustrated with the demonstration that just ensued.
The professor grunted, “Alright let me get this started for you then. ” He reached for the back of Emma’s robe and untied the strings by her neck. He slowly lowered her gown to her stomach area exposing her bra. Emma was in complete shock. This was all happening at a pace she couldn’t beleive. She wanted to open her eyes to see who was looking, if they were judging, drooling or looking away. Maybe it was easier to keep them closed, for the better grade.. and to pretend nothing was real.
She felt someone’s hands reach underneath her back and unhook her bra. As soon as it was unhooked it was removed and placed to the side of the bed. Knowing her nipples were hard and exposed her entire body was beat red at this point. She could hear the professor’s voice trailing away, she let out a quiet sigh knowing he had walked away. But now she felt the students hands back on her arms, lifting and washing underneath. He then tenderly moved the cloth around her breast. He made sure to pass over her hard perky nipples giving her a slight shiver. Emma’s breasts were quite small. Atleast the male student didn’t have to move then around to ensure he washed them properly. It was quite simple. But there was a pause.. no washing just silence. “I don’t think you’re done quite yet!” The professor said jokingly.. “so… Everything?” The male student question. “YUP! We are all medical professionals here and there is nothing to be ashamed if. If you have a issue I will kindly ask you leave this class as maybe this is not the right profession for you”. Emma could feel the male student gently grab her robe and pull it completely off. Now Emma’s head was spinning, she couldn’t tell if she want to run away or see how far this feeling would take her. She layed as still as she could. As the male student started removing her panties she could feel herself get even more wet. She prayed it wasn’t visible. That there was no wet mark in her underwear, that no one could see any physical sign that she might be enjoying this beyond being just a “student”. Then suddenly she jolted involuntary, she remembered she hadn’t shaved in months. Why would she? She was comfortable with her natural body and she had never been sexually active before.
While Emma’s eyes were shut tighter than before, everyone stared. The professor stood in the back of the room with his arms crossed and a slight grin on his face. This was everyone’s first year in nursing school, and Professor Paulson had been with the school for years. Surely if this was inappropriate someone would have said something by now. Everyone couldn’t beleive that a petite smooth figure like Emma’s could have such a large bush of pubic hair. Completely untrimmed but very soft looking. Her bright pink labia barely stuck out of her folds and almost unnoticeable behind her pubic hair. Some of her cum was covering her pubic hair, Emma was completely unaware but everyone in the room couldn’t help but stare. The male student had wrung out the cloth and slowly washed her thighs, lower stomach and began lowering to her pubic line. This time with no hesitation. Emma layed perfectly still, it seemed the more the student washed her the wetter her vagina got, yet she looked so nervous. The student started washing inbetween her thigh and vagina. Emma wasn’t sure but every touch felt like it was becoming more and more drawn out. From the back of the class Mr Paulson continued with his remarks. “Now since this patient has a thick pubic hair line, it’s very important to wash inbetween her labia since the collection of discharge will find itself sticking to the public hairs.” As he spoke Emma could hear the footsteps getting closer to her. Then she felt the professor’s cold hands on her knees and spreading her legs apart.
There was no doubt in her mind that 10 new strangers just saw her most private area, and that this man who was nothing but a stranger on the bus this morning was now the first man who had touched her in places she had never felt someone touch her before… “It’s important that in circumstances such as this one where the patient has excess discharge that you use a seperate cloth to remove it first. Let me get another cloth for you young man.” Within a few short seconds that felt like hours the professor must have retrieved this soft cloth and passed it to the student. She could feel the material gently sliding between the folds of her labia and across her clit. Then again, and again. How much discharge did she have? Was it going to stop? Emma felt so embarassed but the motion of the cleaning had been enough to distract her from the audience who was staring. With the last wipe of the cloth she could feel her clit begin to swell. She didn’t mean for this feeling to happen it just did. She couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if he would continue to clean her there, with a bit more of a firm pressure. Would she cum infront of everyone? Mid thought she then felt the cool cloth return. She felt tugging and pulling of her labia and clit hood. It was definitely the first time this man had washed a woman before. Then she felt the man’s finger gently circling the hole of her vagina, slide down and do the same to her tight ass. She had never played with her ass before, she never even imagined it. She loved the feeling but didn’t want to admit it. As the man was doing this he leaned over her body to carefully flip her onto her side. While he was doing this his groin was pressed against her side. She could feel something in his pants rubbing against her. She had never touched a erection before but she definitely knew this is what it was. She layed perfectly still trying to ignore it. As she layed on her side she could feel his hand sliding up and down her ass cheeks wiping them and then wiping between. She knew she continued to get wet but this time it was camouflaged in with her already wet pubic hair.
The professor clapped his hands from the back of the room and applauded the male student for his attention to detail and his willingness to take care of this vulnerable patient. “It looks like we’re almost out time!”. Emma opened her eyes to see everyone staring directly at her. She quickly threw the robe over her body and jumped up and shuffled into the other room where her clothes were. She got changed and came out to join the rest of the class.
“I can’t thank you enough for your lifelike experience Emma! I look forward to using you in the future. I will see you all tomorrow.” Then Mr Paulson walked out of the classroom as though nothing out of the norm had happened.. the male student had briskly grabbed his textbooks and followed the professor out the door. Emma was trying to appear as casual as possible even though for the entire class her skin was glowing red and her rapid heartbeat was visible through her chest. She grabbed her books walked down the hallway avoiding eye contact with everyone. She couldn’t tell if she was excited or nervous for this class the rest of the week…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/jl72j3/nursing_class_more_hands_on_than_expected_mf