Sarahs New Patient – Part One

Sarah was nervous as she stepped out of her car and headed for the doors that would take her back to work for the first time since the New Years party where she had recently lost her virginity. The whole night was still a blur… a legacy of spiked fruit punch and a night of intense fucking that she had neither expected nor wanted, but during which she distinctly remembered having orgasmed over and over while begging the men who had taken her to “fuck” her and “cum inside” her. The whole thing might have seemed like a bad dream if not for the fact that when her co-workers had returned to the hotel room early the next morning after spending the night out clubbing, they had found her in bed naked. Sarah had quickly discovered further proof of her night’s activities in the form of a newly shaven pussy and a dull ache between her legs which confirmed the harvesting of her cherry.

She had had a week of vacation scheduled after New Years, and had asked for an additional week, pleading a case of the flu. Physically she was recovered, but mentally she was so dazed by what had happened and her own reaction to it, that she had needed the extra time to decide what to do next. To her relief, a check of her organizer had shown that she had been in no danger of getting pregnant as a result of her deflowering. That just left the issue of how to come to terms with what had happened to her and her own response to it. The truth was that two weeks later, she still had no idea.

Sarah came from a good, religious family. One that didn’t believe in sex outside of marriage. Sarah herself had no desire to get married, and therefore had never given much thought to the subject of sex beyond the clinical aspects that came with training as a nurse. That a situation which had started out as a rape could end up with her body cumming to orgasm over and over again as she rode two strangers’ cocks and cried out for them to fuck her more and harder, still left her dazed when she thought about it. It had taken most of the time she had taken off work, but she finally managed to convince herself (more-or-less… it didn’t help when she had started having dreams about that night which had her waking up with a throbbing between her legs and a wet spot on her nightgown) that her reaction had been a result of the shock of what was happening combined with the alcohol that had obviously been in the punch “James” had given her.

When she had decided to go back to work, she had asked to be transferred from the nursing home’s elder care unit to its rehabilitation unit. Sarah didn’t know what the girls she had gone to the party with might have figured out from what they had found when they returned to the room the next morning, but she didn’t think she could handle having to work with them every day… at least not yet. She had worked at the rehab center for a few weeks when she first started at the home, and it seemed like a good choice. A little to her surprise, her supervisor had accepted her explanation that she needed a break from dealing with “end of life” care, and since there was an opening in the rehab center, she had approved the transfer without a hassle.

Her new shift supervisor was a woman she had only met in passing once. She was instructed at once to call the older nurse “Karen”, and was referred to her first patient. “You’ll have Mr. Bryant in room 110,” Karen told her.

Sarah read the chart for her patient and began to check it over. She learned that her patient was 44, male (of course) and had until a couple of days before, been in the hospital recovering from a severe car accident which had left him with two cracked ribs, a severely sprained wrist, a severe concussion, and a right leg that had been broken in three places. He had been in the hospital for several weeks. The more “minor” injuries were mostly healed but his leg had required several surgeries to fix the damage, and he had only just been released to begin rehab. She also saw that he had just had his supper and his evening dose of pain meds, and was scheduled for his next to last bed bath. Once he officially started his rehabilitation, he’d be allowed to take an actual shower before bed, albeit one supervised by a nurse to begin with.

Sarah consulted with Karen before going into the room to introduce herself to Mr. Bryant. They both agreed that now was a good time to give him his bath since his meds should be peaking, which should in turn eliminate any discomfort that the bath might otherwise cause.
She went to the utility room and gathered up a wash basin and a bottle of soap. She then went to the linen cart and took two towels, two washcloths and a clean gown. She then headed to room 110 with her stash and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” she heard a deep voice say.

“Mr. Bryant?” Sarah asked as she walked in to the room. Once she had gotten far enough into the room to close the door she did so. As she entered the room, she got her first look at her patient. He was 6 feet tall, had a muscular build and green eyes. He was wearing one of the thin cotton hospital gowns, and the covers were up to his stomach. His hair was brown with just a hint of gray at the temples, and was cut just to the nape of his neck. His hands looked very strong.

“Yeah, that’s me,” he replied. “You must be my new night nurse.”

“Uhm, yes. I am. My name’s Sarah. You’re scheduled for a bath, and I’ll be giving it to you tonight.”

Sarah’s patient looked her over appreciatively. She was petite, with an unmade-up face that was pretty, though she didn’t believe it when people told her that. Her long, blond hair was tied back in a ponytail… a departure from her usual habit of wearing it in a braid at work… which was an experiment now that she had a job that didn’t involve trying to keep old people who didn’t know what they were doing from pulling handfuls of hair out by the roots. She had a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones, a turned up nose, and blue eyes. She was just under 5 ft 3 inches tall, with fair skin. A flat stomach and narrow waist were accentuated by full breasts and hips, and long (for her height) shapely legs.

“Hmm… Very nice,” Mr. Bryant said to himself. Out loud, he said, “Please call me Steve. You make me feel like an old man when you call me `Mister’,” he said with a grin.

As she let the water run, Sarah cleared off the bedside table so she would have room for the basin and towels. She put the soap on the table, along with a washcloth. Sarah then went to the bathroom and began filling the basin with hot water.

“How’s the temperature?” she asked.

Mr. Bryant dipped his finger in the water and said, “Fine. Though before you start, how exactly are you going to do this?”

“OK,” she said. “First I’ll use the washcloth to wash your face, and then take off your gown and cover your chest with a towel. I’ll first wash the left half of your chest, your arm and then rinse and dry that area, repeating this on your right side. I’ll then help you to roll over onto your left and right side so I can wash, rinse, and then dry your back.” She paused, “Haven’t you had these before while you were at the hospital?”

The older man nodded, “Sure, but every nurse seems to have their own technique.”

Sarah proceeded to do as she had described. She took the washcloth and dipped it in the water, wrapped it around her hand and lathered it with soap. She carefully washed Mr. Bryant’s face, ears, and neck. Once she was done with his face she rinsed the cloth, then soaped it up again and proceeded to his chest, arms, and back. She washed all the way down between his legs, and suddenly heard Mr. Bryant sigh. It was then she realized that she was massaging his balls from behind as she washed them! She pulled her hand away and began to rinse him off and dry his back with the towel.

The young nurse assisted Mr. Bryant onto his back again and covered his chest with a dry towel. She poured out the dirty water and proceeded to fill the basin with clean hot water. As she waited for the basin to fill she told Mr. Bryant that she would have to pull down the covers now to wash his leg and feet. Then if he wanted he could wash his own private area. Sarah brought the basin of fresh water over to the table and began soaping the washcloth again.
She pushed the covers off his right leg, keeping his groin covered for the time being. She could tell that he was aroused by the outline under the sheet. She washed his right thigh, rinsed and dried it, leaving the towel on it for warmth.

As he enjoyed Sarah’s ministrations to his injured body, Steve thought, “God, I wonder what it would be like to fuck her,” Being so young, cute and eager to help out the less fortunate, set his mind racing, and he began to wonder just how “helpful” she might be willing to be.

Because of the cast, she could only wash the upper part of his right leg. She rinsed and dried both legs, leaving the towel on them for warmth. Sarah covered his legs, and then pulled the covers back from his groin and stopped. “I’ll give you your privacy to wash your private area, and step behind the curtain,” Sarah told him.

He knew this was too good a situation to pass up and innocently asked, “Well, um, uh, I’m sorry but I think your going to have to wash this area for me,” Mr. Bryant said, “My arm is still pretty weak and it hurts to move it too much.” He also complained to Sarah of itching, burning, and irritation from plaster which had broken off around his groin and attached to his “member” when they had put a new “walking” one on before sending him to rehab.