Carrie Swenson drove to the private hospital where she worked, wishing she didn't have to. She and her favorite fuck buddy had been in a hot and heavy make-out session when the call from the head nurse came on her direct phone line ordering her to report to the hospital for special night duty. She had to take the call and report as ordered, even though the man had been going down on her naked body with his very talented mouth. She was extremely aroused from that and everything else they had been doing, but now there was no way to satisfy her sexual needs, and she didn't expect to find a way.
Technically, Carrie could have refrained from answering the phone, but that would have been contrary to all her training as a nurse, and she never really considered just ignoring it. For the same reason, she also would not refuse the order to report to the hospital for special night duty. The patients there had to be her first priority, even though that sometimes interfered with her personal life. So, out of a strong sense of duty and professionalism, Carrie put on the bra and panties her friend had just removed from her -- the scarlet ones he liked so much -- with a clean uniform over them, and set out in her car. As she drove, the horny nurse wondered what it was about, but knew she would find out when she got there.
"Hi, Maggie," she greeted the charge nurse when she reported to the nursing desk. "What's up?"
"You sure are lucky, Carrie. You've been assigned to private duty, and do you know who the patient is? Pete Sterling!" She said the name as if she were one novice telling another that God would be staying in the convent.
The name seemed familiar, but Carrie couldn't place where she had heard it. "Who's that?" she asked.
Maggie looked aghast, as if she couldn't imagine anybody being so ignorant. "He's just the greatest football player in the world. He's the quarterback for the Comets, and he hurt his knee in the game this evening, so he's here overnight for observation. Tomorrow, we'll do a lot of tests to see how bad it is, and he's been assigned a private room and a private nurse -- you -- for tonight. Do you realize, most women would kill for a chance to spend the night watching over Pete Sterling?"
Carrie was apparently not one of that vast majority, because she would have much preferred to have stayed home so she and her equally horny and talented "friend with benefits" could have finished what they started. Instead, she was stuck with a special assignment that looked like very dull duty. Not wishing to rain on anybody's parade, and believing her personal life was none of Maggie's business, she decided against mentioning that.
"Okay. Well, lead me to him."
Maggie thought it strange that Carrie wasn't more eager to tend to such a fine young man who was so handsome and important, but she led Carrie to the private room where her patient for the night was resting comfortably. He was reading a magazine with the head of the hospital bed raised. It was one of the largest beds available, and must have been wheeled into the room especially for him, because most of the single rooms are equipped with the standard sized ones, for ease in cleaning and moving the patients around for bathing and while administering treatments.
"Mr. Sterling, this is Ms Swenson, who will be your private nurse for the night. Carrie, this is Mr. Sterling." Having done her part, the charge nurse went back to her station.
Carrie had no interest in the patient as a football player, but he was otherwise quite appealing to her. First, he was a patient, although not with any kind of life-threatening disease or injury, so she was concerned with his well-being. In addition, she saw a handsome young man, with short dark hair and rugged features. He was lying under a light covering, so she couldn't get a good look at his physique, except that she could tell he was tall and not at all fat and she was aware that, as a professional athlete, he would probably be in excellent physical condition. A thought began to form in her mind about how she might be able to alleviate her extreme horniness.
"How do you do, Mr. Sterling?" she said. "I hope your injuries don't turn out to be serious." She was still carrying her purse, and she set it on the chair where she expected to be sitting during her night's vigil.
Pete Sterling was very interested in his private nurse, because she was in her mid-twenties, tall, with a pretty face, long, dark brown hair and a very nice figure. "Hi, Carrie," he greeted his beautiful and alluring companion. "Why don't you call me Pete? Everybody else does."
"Very well, Pete. Are you comfortable? Is there anything I can get for you or do for you?"
"Thanks, no, I'm fine. In fact, I'm not even really hurt, just a twisted knee. The coach and GM are afraid of losing their meal ticket, so they had me brought here."
Actually, there was something the comely nurse could have done for him, and it would have been much appreciated, but Pete thought it prudent to avoid making any mention of it or even thinking about her body if he could. That was hard to do as he watched the zaftig dark-haired beauty moving about the room doing the things she thought needed to be done to make him, as a patient, as comfortable as she could manage. Her red and white uniform was made of thin material, and it clung to her succulent hips and ass like...he decided he'd better not think about that, because he could feel his cock starting to grow hard. Normally, right after a game, he and some of the other young, single players liked to get together and enjoy a night of wild sexual debauchery with a few football groupies, but that was not going to happen that evening, at least not for him.