My Turn in Hospital!

I forgot the first lesson in ice skating…ice is one unforgiving bitch. I caught an edge and the next thing I felt was a sharp snap which made me pass out. I came round surrounded by staff from the rink, and shortly thereafter the paramedics arrived, put my head in blocks and an inflatable splint on my leg while I was instructed to suck on nitrous oxide. This was topped up with a very pleasurable shot of morphine. 

One cat scan later and no damage to my head and neck (other than my pride) and a clean break in my right leg. Because I went unconscious, they made me stay in hospital for observation. 

Oh…and they cut my favourite leotard off me….at least a rather pretty nurse did, and she must have discovered that I was somewhat wet between the legs…well, that’s why I went skating after all! Oh well…..

They don’t waste the heavy duty painkillers on a simple leg break. No ketamine for me. Simple Oramorph is the closest I was allowed to something really good, still…that and cocodamol worked pretty nicely and gave me a nice buzz. My leg fucking aches though, and if I move it can send an ice-cold stab of pain through me that makes me shudder. 

Now I dare say some of you are expecting/hoping that I got rubbed off by a nurse, or fucked by a doctor or Porter or something grungy like that. Not a chance. Neither did I see any overt sexual action from any of the other two patients that I could see. There were a lot of empty beds between us all though, so who knows, maybe someone got brave…or desperate. That said, even though I was in some pain, isn’t it strange how sexual needs and desires don’t go too far away, even when you’re hurt. 

Emily and Dani came to see me and I got a thorough telling off from Em. Dani brought some yummies from home, and after they left, it wasn’t long until lights out. Me…feeling miserable and sorry for myself, with a throbbing leg that matched my throbbing clit.

I couldn’t/daren’t rub one off. Apart from anything else I enjoy vigorous rubbing side to side, and that jogs my leg. I could do it more gently, but then what do I say. “Excuse me nurse. Could I please have an absorbent sheet because I want to rub one off and I know I’m going to squirt heavily?” 

So this is a story of frustration and observation. The ward has a couple of HCAs. Health Care Assistants. They do the bed baths and bed pan stuff. One of which is a cute Irish girl from Derry called Mary (obviously). She’s one of those girls who catches your eye, but you can’t quite work out why that might be. I’m not being bitchy when I say she isn’t overly attractive….certainly not a head-turner, but there is this cuteness about her. You look at her and something tells you that beneath that uniform is one very sexual girl. 

She also has a ‘cream my panties’ smile….actually, it’s somewhere between a smile and a cum face. I could easily imagine her at home in bed masturbating and her mouth stretching into her smile at the point of orgasm….which set me off on my usual wondering. Is she shaved? Is she straight or gay or maybe bi? Does she have a partner right now…..and why do I suddenly feel sick? 

(Some time, and a change of bedding later)

Oops. Well, they said I had been concussed and that I might vomit. Yuck. They were right. I was just getting into a nice mental picture of Mary when all hell broke loose. I was ill on and off for about two hours. Mary cleaned me up and stayed with me….which meant girl talk when I began to feel more human again. No, no boyfriend. No need, since she is lesbian. Derry isn’t very forgiving of that, especially on the Catholic side, hence she moved here a few months ago. I told her about my forthcoming wedding and she broke the news that I will probably still be in plaster! I remember the doctor saying six weeks, but I hadn’t projected that forward into real time.  Fuck….fucketty fuck fucking bollocking arseholes. I didn’t even think that far ahead. I thought two or three weeks and the cast would be off and business as usual. Shit! 

She loved the idea of a lesbian wedding in church though. As night drew on and the ward closed down, she had a few things to do before coming back to sit with me. Time for some trade secrets. Do people get off in here? Has she seen it? Apparently it’s not unusual for women/ girls (this ward takes girls from 14 upwards) to masturbate. “You hear them trying to keep it quiet, but it’s feckin’ obvious. Do the nurses…er…help? “You must be kidding! Why would a registered nurse risk her career doing something so blatantly stupid. I know of one nurse who did…back in Derry. She ‘helped’ a girl out, but later, the girl made a complaint of sexual molestation. The little bitch was happy enough to get her jollies at the time, but then saw an opportunity to make some cash. Fucking bitch.” 

Has she ever ‘helped’ someone out? “Sure, there’ve been opportunities, but I wouldn’t want to go through what that nurse went through.” I said “There’s more ways to help than by touching, you know. Some people just like to be watched….have someone there….maybe whispering a few naughty things, or maybe exchanging panties. (Not that I was wearing any. I can’t see how any of my panties will fit over this plaster-cast.) “Are you…..horny?” She asked the question with such a sweet smile. ‘Yeah, but I can’t do anything about it…I’m a heavy squirter.” She got up, making my teeth clench as she jiggled the bed and my leg yelped in protest. “Wait there.” Wait there? Where did she think I could go? 

A few minutes later she came back with a rectangular thing made, it seemed to me, of quilted absorbent paper on one side, and plastic on the back. She positioned it carefully under my bum, but still succeeded in hurting me. Then she tucked me back in and sat down, this time in the chair beside my bed. “Your fiancé is a very lucky girl” Mary said. “I know what I’ll be thinking about in bed later.” My hand found it’s target without any help from me. “Really?” 

“Oh yes. I got a good look at you when we slid you off the gurney and into bed. I’ll be thinking about your gorgeous smooth pussy….and how it might taste.”

“Are you shaved too?”

“Ahh now…wouldn’t you like to know. Guess….and if you guess right, you get a prize.” 

I thought for a moment before, somehow, I absolutely knew the answer. “No….no, you don’t shave, neither down there or your armpits.”

Mary smiled and I awaited my prize…..suddenly I felt very close. Very close indeed. “You like unshaved girls then?”

“Yes…to be perfectly honest, I like the sweaty scent of a girl who doesn’t shave her armpits…..I don’t know…there’s just something….”

“Here, let me sort out your pillow.”

She reached right across me making certain her armpit was in my face. I inhaled deeply. Obviously, she had showered today so the scent was by no means overpowering, but it was enough. Mary whispered “Imagine how sweaty I’ll be after frigging myself senseless thinking about you squirting in my mouth.” 

And that did it.

And what a strange sensation….orgasm, of course, mixed with the familiar sensation of squirting, which feels almost like peeing, but also pain. As my body convulsed, and you have no idea how hard I tried to prevent myself from doing that, it jarred my leg which sparked pain, but somehow, it wasn’t that sharp nauseating pain….the cum had mutated it into something else. 

Whatever, I came as I breathed her in. Just before she pulled away, and to give me several aftershocks, she said, “My panties are so feckin’ wet, I can’t wait until I get home. I’m going for a wank right now. I grabbed her with my left hand simultaneously pushing two fingers inside myself with my right. I quickly pulled them out, showed them to her and spread my wetness onto her lips and under her nose. I didn’t see her again. 

The following day they decided I could go home, but warned me about ongoing dizzy spells and nausea. I discovered there’s a lump the size of a hen's egg on the back of my head, and I felt stitches! I never noticed when they did those, and my hair is scabbed with dried blood. Fuck….what a 24 hours. 

It feels good to be home though. Emily decided that the stairs were out of the question and a nice bed has been made up for me in the lounge. Danni has been an absolute star making sure I won’t die of dehydration or malnutrition. Drinks and snacks appear regularly. 

Getting to the bathroom is difficult. I have two crutches, but it’s actually getting up and sitting down that I can’t do unaided. Dani helps me with that too. 

All I have to do now is get better and get this fecking plaster off. Sex? Right now, that’s limited to gently being masturbated by Emily or her giving me oral….nothing too vigorous at all. As for her, I can’t climb all over her in the way she likes. If she wants oral, she has to sit on my face. Still….I’m looking forward to when we can fuck each other’s brains out like we’re used to. 

Oh yes, one more thing. Dani, although she has her own flat now in the converted wash house, she still spends her evenings with us. Emily snuggled under the duvet with me and we watch TV together. Sometimes, Emily being the naughty girl she can be, tries to masturbate me under the covers in front of Dani. While Dani gives no outward sign of having noticed, I sometimes see her knees part just enough for me to see up her skirt. Maybe it’s all good physiotherapy. I haven’t let ‘Em make me cum in front of Dani yet….that waits for when she goes to bed.