I am a registered nurse in a surgical ICU, and I have been working for an academic hospital for a little over a year now. There are various residents (MDs) that rotate through our unit. Last month, a resident kept walking in the break room while I was eating. He looked familiar, and he seemed to recognize me too. The way he looked at me, it seemed that he knew me. His smiles were very attractive, so sexy! And, I’ve noticed that he is quite smart when rounding with his team, he was confident in his assessments and his plan of care. From my perspective, he is the perfect Asian American man: tall, handsome, intelligent, and quite approachable. I thought he was Korean, and I was right. I have been into Korean Americans lately. We did not introduce each other at first. We just said a simple hello, and he walked out.
The next day, I saw him again. He keeps walking into the break room while I am on my break. I said, “Hi.” And, he responded with such a handsome smile. It made me smile too. He was in a rush, because his team quite a busy schedule in the OR that day. I did not realize that I would be admitting one of these patients. It was a surprise, because when the patient came up… the resident was there to give me instructions or clarify his orders. I introduced myself, and I finally found out that his name is Eric. I keep it very professional at work, very little chit-chats. But, my patient was stable, and Eric was sitting next to me writing out his progress notes while I sat to complete my charting. He said, “You’re new. I’ve never worked with you before.” I responded, “Well, I have been here for over a year.” We briefly chatted. We both found out we went to the same school, Go Bears! He is a year older than me, and he mentioned that he thought I looked familiar. As you can imagine, a public university is quite large, and I cannot imagine how he can even recognize me. I did not know him at all. He invited me over for drinks at a local bar where all the residents and medical students hang out after their shift, and I kindly declined.
At first, I regretted that decision! I think I gave him a vibe that I was not interested. I saw him for a couple of days, and our interactions were strictly professional. After a week of working together, he walked in on me in the break room. He asked how I have been, and I said, “So-so. I have been working for the past 5 days straight, and I am exhausted.”
“I know what you mean. Too bad nurses don’t have a sleep room.”
“Yeah, that would be nice. Or is it?”
“It’s comfortable enough to sleep, but the pager keeps beeping every 5 or 10 minutes.”
“I feel guilty. I know I page more than I should.”
“It’s no problem, I actually appreciate nurses who page. It keeps me in the loop of what is going on with the patients. Makes my work easier.”
“Well, I am glad.”
“My attending is rounding. It was nice chatting. Maybe I could show you the sleep room sometime.”
“Ugh, I don’t know…I don’t think that is appropriate.”
I think he was suggesting something. But, I felt shy and nervous. As much as I thought it would be so hot and sexy, just like the typical Grey’s Anatomy scenes, I am too much of a coward to do it.
He said, “You might be right! See you around.”
There was a lot of downtime in the afternoon the following day, and I was able to combine my two 15-minute breaks. As I was walking to the break room, I hear someone whisper, “Hey, want to check out the sleep room?” It was Eric. I smiled, I said sure I will check it out. It was a small room, a bunk bed with a fridge and desk with a computer. It was just the two of us. “How long is your break?” I told him it was 30 minutes. He said I can use the bed while he writes his progress notes. I could not sleep, but it was nice to just lay down. He kept looking back at me, and I finally said, “Would you like to join?” He said, “Let me just finish up…” After a few minutes, he stood up locked the door, and asked me to scoot over. We stood quiet, and then he asked if he could lay on his arms, and I just did. His arms were muscular! And it was turning me on quite a bit.
That bed was not really comfortable, so I kept moving a lot. I found myself laying to my left side to be the best position. I was facing the wall, but he embraced me and it made the bed much more comfortable. My ass was against his groin, and I could feel something hardening… I know what it was so I didn’t ask. He was becoming very touchy. I did not complain. I wanted him to keep going. So I kept moving my ass, almost grinding myself against his growing penis. His hands kept going all over, lifting up my scrub top and going under my scrub pants. It was getting so hot in there. I was moaning, and the phone alarm went off. My 30 minutes was up.
“Bummer!” I said.
“It was nice while it lasted. We should do it again.”
“Yes, that would be nice. But, let’s grab a drink first.”
“Agreed. Let’s get to know each other. You seem like fun.”
“For sure.”
“When are you off next?”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7oozhb/a_familiar_face_went_to_college_together_now_we
Hot!! To be continued?
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