Se* & *rugs & Rock & Roll and Nursing

Chapter11

LOW DOWN WAS PLAYING AT Teviot Row Student Union, and I was on the guest list, which was cool. Lisa had to study, and, unlike me – she was serious about such things. I should’ve been hitting the books too, but studying didn’t come easy to me. Never has. At school, I was totally f*****g useless at prepping for a test or an exam. Usually, the night before I’d cram. Passed most of my exams though. When it came to studying for my quarterly nursing exams, I was even worse – too many distractions.

When I lived in the nurse’s home, I had my end-of-year exam, which I had to pass. No ifs and or f*****g buts. If I failed, I’d go back a class. Another failure meant getting kicked off the course. We’d been in college for two weeks, preparing for the exam. The day before, I planned to get back to my room and study all evening. A couple of the lassies said they were going to The Doctors for a pint and asked me along. Should’ve said no. f*****g didn’t. By six o’clock, I’d necked three pints and was feeling merry as hell. Common sense prevailed, and I bid farewell to my classmates. Outside the nurse’s home front door, a bunch of girls were steam- ing drunk and having a laugh. It was before I met Lisa, so I was young, free, and single. I recognised a few of them. They were in the class behind mine, and I’d worked on a surgical ward with one of them. Did my best to look sober. The lassie I worked with, surgical student no 1, saw me and started chatting – all excited like.

“We passed our quarterly exam,” she said.

“Congrats.”

“We’ve been in the Pear Tree celebrating.”

“Nice.”

Her pals were waiting for her, but she stuck with me. She had a fantastic pair of t**s – big but not humongous. On the ward, I hadn’t taken much notice of her. Now though. f**k. Her hair was short, her face was covered in freckles – not my usual cup of tea. Wearing a short denim skirt, a white t- shirt, and a Levi’s jacket – it was her t**s I was focused on. She told me they were having a drink in her room, and that I should come. Told her I needed to study. Repeating the invite, she gave me her room number. The invite might not have sounded like much of a come-on – it was the way she said it. She turned and half-ran to catch up with her pals. Gave me the chance to check her out. Her legs were bare and creamy white – her arse small but perfectly formed. Nothing like what I remembered of her in her baggy student uniform.Waiting for the lift, I considered the invite. Really needed to f*****g study. But her arse – and her t**s.

An hour later, I was lying on my bed flicking through the pages of class notes, reading the words – not absorbing them. There was a knock at the door. It was surgical student No 1 wearing a short nightie thing – smiling. I did my best to look her in the eye.

“You’re not coming to join us?”

“I’ve really got to study.”

(Smile. Sad. Me)

“Come on, come down for a wee while. You don’t need to drink anything.”

I was about to say no when my eyes dipped to her t**s. Just for a split second. Long enough to see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her n*****s poked through her nightdress, big and round. Not pointing directly at me though; they looked down, like shy eyes.

“Ok, let me finish what I’m reading, and I’ll be down in ten minutes.”

(Smile. Big. Her)

She left – reminding me of her room number. Calum, what the f**k, man? You need to study.

No use. Her n*****s flashed before me like hazard lights. Checking my breath and armpits, the decision was made – f**k studying.

The sound of laughter led me to an open door. Knocking, I entered. Surgical student no 1 sat on the bed with another lassie. On the floor was a girl with a big bottle of white wine. All were in their nighties. Surgical student No 1 looked happy.

“You want a drink, Calum?”

I’d told myself no f*****g drink. Didn’t work. I took a glass of wine – a big f*****g glass. What harm could one do?

You have an exam tomorrow said a distant voice in my head. f*****g ignored it.

Sitting on the floor, surgical student No 1 introduced me to her pals.

“We know who you are. I think everybody in the building does.”

I laughed, unsure if that was a good or a bad thing? Probably not good. We talked about the exam they’d passed and other student nurse stuff. Turned out to be a laugh – they were sound. My mind was far from my exam. My mind was firmly fixed on the t**s of surgical student No 1. From my vantage point – I had an excellent view. Sipping my drink, I stole a look – or two. She was definitely merry, but not pished. Her pal in the corner was steamboats. Surgical student no 1’s legs dangled over the bed. Her toes painted a burnt red – matched her fingers. The paleness of her skin and the strong colour complemented each other. Totally f*****g sexy, man.

“Glass, Calum,” she said.

Another massive drink was poured. Her pal in the corner couldn’t drink anymore and said her bye-byes – staggering off to bed. Excusing myself, I went for a s***h. Standing in the cubicle, I questioned my decision not to study. The wine had worked wonders. Confident that studying wasn’t necessary – I washed my hands and gave myself a wink in the mirror. Back in the room, my floor-mate had moved to the bed. My glass was full to the brim.

Exam? What f*****g exam?

Surgical student No 1’s remaining pal said she was going to phone her boyfriend, then crash.

“Goodnight, and thanks for the wine,” I said.

She smiled, closing the door behind her.

Surgical student no 1 stretched out on the bed. It made her nightie ride up. She was wearing tight white knickers – the black of her fanny triangle totally on show. f**k me, I didn’t know where to look. Did she know? Should I say something? Taking a big gulp of wine, I stood up.

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

She sat up, and her shirt fell down, covering her up.

“The floor is f*****g killing my arse.”

“Come here, then.”

(Smile. Big. Her)

I joined her on the bed. She jumped up fast as f**k – turned off the light and locked the door. She threw off her nightie and pulled down her scants. The light from the Meadows crept through the window, ensuring the room wasn’t dark.

“Get your gear off,” she said. Direct as f**k.

Within a minute, maybe less, I was out of my gear, and we were getting tore right into each other.

Exam? What f*****g exam?

The only thing I was examining was her big, beautiful diddies. Firm and heavy. Her bed was f*****g wee – I was on top, her hands kneading my arse cheeks. Her nails were sharp, man. From her lips, I moved titward, squeezing and sucking her big, hard as f**k n*****s. From the amount of noise she made, it sounded like she liked it. The home’s rooms had little to no soundproofing. Sliding and licking, I was between her legs – chomping away. My tongue inside, tasting pee and juice. A c*********s expert, I wasn’t, but what I lacked in experience I made up for with enthusiasm. Loved licking fannies. Hanging off the foot of her bed – I stared across her pubic mound. What a sight. Her moaning continued. I kinda wished she’d keep it down a wee bit – but I found it sexy. Grabbing my ears, she pulled me towards her. My face – soaked. I licked and bit her. My d**k slipped inside, warm, and wet – not tight. Didn’t matter. With her moaning, nail scratching, lips sucking. Coming quick was inevitable. My efforts to hold off failed.

“Oops, sorry.”

She said nothing, wriggled free from under me – rolling me onto my back, it was her turn to go down on me. She licked my dripping d**k, pushing her tongue into my j**s’ eye. Fuck... dirty and sexy. Her tongue on my balls, one finger rimmed my arse-hole. Blood returned to my d**k pretty f*****g quick. She had sucked me hard, then crawled onto me. Snogging like f**k. Tasting of wine, pee, spunk, and fanny juice. On paper, not an attractive combination – made me harder. She pulled me inside. Wet – f*****g soaking.

“Don’t let me make too much noise. Everybody will hear us." she said.

What the f**k do you say to that?

“Ok.” Is what I replied.

“I always get too wet, makes it hard to come.”

She rocked, rubbing on me hard, grinding her c**t. Her n*****s were massive. The noise started. I pulled her mouth to mine. Not kissing, blowing hot air into each other. She was going for it. Fanny friction was burning. Didn’t have to pump – she was doing her thing. Her juice, warm in my groin. Her grinding, harder. She was close. When she came, our mouths were stuck together. She groaned. A bucket of her saliva gushed into my mouth. Might sound gross. It wasn’t. I grabbed her tight and pumped like f**k. When I came, I thought I was going to have a f*****g heart attack. She rolled off me. We caught our breath in silence and fell asleep.

I woke with a start, my heart pounding. Checking her clock – it was three. I had to be up and ready in four hours. Extricating myself from her limbs, I scrambled to find my clothes. I watched her sleep, bed sheet barely covering her arse. She woke up.

“I’m going to make a move.’

A sleepy smile.

“Calum, don’t tell anyone about this.”

“It’s our secret.”

“I have a fiancé at home.”

“Don’t worry.”

I leaned in to kiss her. She turned on her back and held

me tight – thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

“One more,” she smiled.

Who was I to say no?

I felt tipsy getting back to my room. f**k – nearly four-a-f*****g-clock. I had to be up in three hours.

I sat the exam and passed. A week later, I met her outside the hospital cafeteria. A wee bit uncomfortable; I’d been thinking about her quite a bit. Thought about knocking on her door a couple of times too. We talked, and I got the feeling she regretted what happened. She confirmed this when I asked her out for a drink.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

Disappointed, I made do with a wank – thinking about her fantastic t**s.