Nancy Knopping was shocked when she discovered her husband's infidelity. Married just two years she assumed her husband Rick was just "Busy" all those times he didn't come home right after work. The pretty brunette found out the hard way when she discovered incriminating photos of Rick and a coworker engaged in all kinds of lewd behavior. Rick really had no excuse. Nancy had to assume he didn't love her anymore if he ever did in the first place.
Now, two years later, Nancy was starting a new career as a nurse at a suburban Los Angeles hospital. It was something she'd always wanted to do: Help other people. The work was rewarding. Well, it would be rewarding some day. As a new employee Nancy ended up doing a lot of the jobs the more experienced nurses preferred not to do. Like emptying bedpans and giving sponge baths! Ugh!
But Nancy was glad to be working in her chosen field and knew that complaining would get her very little in her first few weeks at the job. She had to earn her way up the ladder at West Hills Hospital and, if bedpans and sponge baths were necessary then she'd deal with them.
One morning a young man, only a few years younger than Nancy's 24 years was admitted. He'd been injured in an industrial accident and both of his hands were badly banged up. He'd broken two ribs as well and was pretty sore all over. Bill or "Billy" as he was called by coworkers and family, was a good natured boy and was somewhat chagrined by his accident.
"Aw it was my own damn fault!" He'd sheepishly admitted. "Shoulda been looking where I was goin'" He was a big strong guy and Nancy could tell he was going to have a tough time laying out in a hospital for what promised to be a fairly long stay. Nancy got to know the lad as she was required to empty his bedpan every day. At the end of Billy's first week, Nancy's superior, Wilma, told her it was time to learn how to give a sponge bath.
"Now you have to just accept that he's just a man like any other and he needs to be cleaned up so he won't smell and be embarrassed here. Most men are actually shy about being bathed by a woman but if you do it in a matter of fact way, they get used to it pretty quick." Wilma instructed. "Just wash him down, stem to stern, and then dry him off real nice with a clean towel. Nothing more to it than that."
Nancy assumed that Wilma would wash Billy herself to demonstrate how it was done but she quickly found herself with a sponge and a pail of soapy water in her hands! The pretty young divorcee began to wet the sponge when Wilma reminded her to remove Billy's hospital gown. "Can't bathe a man with his clothes on now can we?" She calmly remarked.
Nancy quickly complied and then Billy's solid young frame was exposed to her. There were bandages covering both of his hands and his midsection was black and blue from the blow he'd suffered.
"Careful right there," Wilma instructed, pointing to the bruises.
"And don't get the bandages wet."
Nancy began to wash the young man somewhat self consciously. She hadn't seen a naked man since her divorce and, honestly, Rick wasn't exactly a stud muffin to begin with. Billy, on the other hand, looked like he worked out every day...which he probably did at his construction job. She washed his legs, underarms and, gently, his chest.
"Now, don't forget 'The Rest' of him honey." Wilma joked. Knowing what she was expected to do, Nancy moved the sponge to Billy's large but flaccid penis. "Work him good there now honey!" Wilma smiled. "That'll remind him of why he wants to get better! Heh heh!"
Both Billy and Nancy were now beginning to blush at Wilma's earthy comment. Nancy rubbed the sponge all over Billy's penis and, uh oh! It began to swell right before her eyes! The bed ridden young man was getting a hard on!
"Hah! I thought you'd like that Bill!" Wilma cracked. "Never met a red blooded youngster that didn't!"
Billy was mortified! There wasn't much he could do about it, however. His penis seemed to have a mind of it's own. The beautiful young nurse that had captured his imagination the first time he'd seen her that confusing day when he'd ended up here was now massaging his cock! Even when she moved the sponge up onto his belly his penis continued to grow. He watched Nancy's face as she began to towel him off wondering "Where has she been all my life?"
"OK now 'Mr. Stiffy!' Wilma finally said, "You calm down now and maybe getcha forty winks 'fore dinner."
"I'm...I'm certainly learning new things here." Nancy admitted to herself. "That wasn't so bad I guess."
"I was just funnin' with you in there sugar." Wilma said quietly as they walked down the hall afterwards. "Sometimes you have to go a bit beyond the call of duty so to speak to help these people. That young feller, I guarantee you, never spent a day of his life in a hospital and now here he is: All banged up and dependin' on us to make him well. A little thrill like that will keep his spirits up you know? Give him somethin' to look forward to."
Nancy had to admit, nursing was turning out to be a lot different than she expected. The patients, for the most part, were crabby and whiny and the visiting families were demanding and difficult. She'd been insulted, degraded, spoken down to and, quite honestly, infuriated in her short tenure at the hospital. The sense of fulfillment she had been expecting was elusive somehow.
But, it was a steady, good paying job and she knew she had to stick with it. The doctors seemed to like her anyway and Wilma, with her home spun manners and sometimes corse demeanor was, after all, a professional doing her best to show Nancy the ropes.
The following day she was serving dinner to old Mr. Hargrove who was having eye surgery the following morning. He was more than "Concerned." Bob Hargrove was scared shitless!
