I had been looking forward to seeing Shauna for weeks. We had been dating for nearly a year now, but it had been almost three months since I last saw her. See Shauna and I had met during our senior year of college in New York. We met at some frat party, and we were both out to have a good time, so we hit it off pretty well. She was a fun girl, pretty wild, and awfully hot.
Things went well and we had a lot of fun, but nothing too seriously. Since we were having a lot of fun, I didn't want to end the relationship even though I really didn't love Shauna. I just figured after graduating from college, we'd each just go our own way. I was accepted to medical school and would be staying in NYC. Shauna wasn't sure what she would be doing.
At the last minute, she decided to stay in New York after graduation, move in with a friend from school, and look for a job. She was very serious about maintaining our relationship, and since I wasn't going to turn down free pussy, I agreed. We continued to have fun, although I was working much harder once med school started. Shauna though, couldn't find a job. She had no money, and eventually she gave in to pressure from her parents to move back to Florida where she was from and look for a job there.
I thought that would be the end of our relationship, but Shauna was very insistent that we should stay together. She thought that we would still be able to get together pretty frequently. She left for Miami Beach shortly after New Years.
That was one hell of a night. Shauna said she wanted to give me a fucking I wouldn't forget. After going out to a friend's New Year's Eve party, we came back to her apartment. She said she had a surprise for me. She went into the bathroom wearing her short black skirt and button-down white shirt. But when she came out, she was dressed as a nurse! She had on the white dress, with stockings, and high-heeled shoes, the white hat, and bright red lipstick.
"Is there a doctor who can help me?" she asked. I was shocked. We had never role-played before. She walked over to her desk and turned on a camcorder that she had positioned facing the bed. Then she came over to me, undid my fly, and started sucking my cock. It was awesome to see a hot nurse down on her knees sucking me off. We then went to the bed and fucked, with Shauna staying in her nurse character the whole time. It was the best night of sex in my life! When I left the next day, Shauna gave me the videotape of our screwing. "Enjoy this until we next get together. Then I'll give you something to really enjoy!"
That was nearly three months ago. I had jacked off watching that video of me fucking her dressed like a nurse so many times. Now I would be going down to Florida for my Spring Break and finally getting some of that sweet pussy again. But when I got to her house, Shauna didn't seem so excited to see me. I was immediately suspicious. That's when she told me that she had met someone else.
That bitch! She hadn't said a thing to me over the phone. I had been faithful to her for months, had flown all the way down to Florida to see her, and here she was telling me that she was screwing some other guy. I was mad, I was angry, and I was pissed off at her. So I changed my flight plans and the next day I headed back to the airport to fly home and get on with my life.
The flight was just reaching cruising altitude when I heard the intercom come on. "If there's a doctor or nurse on board, please report to the rear of the plane. I repeat: If there's a doctor or nurse on board, please report to the back of the plane immediately. Thank you."
What was going on? Somebody must be sick. I looked around. I was sitting near the middle of the plane, but I didn't see anyone standing up or heading to the back. The isle was clear. I waited a minute. Still nobody stood up. Should I go back there? I was only a first-year medical student. I hadn't ever started seeing patients yet. All I had done was start learning some of the background info, so that eventually I would be able to see patients. I would be of no use if someone were actually sick. I wouldn't know what to do.
So I sat and thought for another minute. But what if I was the sick person's only hope? At that moment, the flight attendant came on to the intercom again and asked for a doctor. Ok, I thought, if no one else can help, I'll give it a shot.
I headed to the back of the plane. I could see a stewardess standing up with two other people. The stewardess was middle-aged and appeared aggravated. The two other people were young ladies, college aged, and looked Hispanic. As I walked closer, the shorter, thinner Latina girl swayed to her side and fell down. The other girl tried to lift her back up, but once she couldn't, she got down on her knees next to her. That's when I arrived back there.
"Doctor! Thank you so much for coming," said the stewardess. But before I could tell her that I wasn't actually a doctor, she continued talking. "This girl here was dizzy and she just passed out. Her friend here says that they've been drinking a lot."
That's when the friend kneeling down jumped in. "Hey I said we had some drinks. She's just a little drunk—-nothing to go crazy about." She spoke with a Spanish accent, and I could tell that she was not happy with the stewardess.
As I looked down at her, my eyes were immediately focused on her cleavage. She had some big titties, probably C cups, and was wearing a low-cut white tank top accentuating her cleavage. I was staring at those breasts when I heard the stewardess shriek, "Oh, no!"
I looked over and the drunk girl was vomiting. "She ruining my plane!" the flight attendant continued. Vomit was on the girl's face and shoulder, and tracked down to the carpet on the floor.
The flight attendant was shaking she was so upset. She looked at me. "Doctor, she's just a drunk girl. Help me carry her into the bathroom and she can vomit in there—-in the toilet-—and give me a chance to clean this mess up."
She started to grab the drunk girl's arms and drag her to the lavatory door which was only a few feet away. So I joined in, along with the girl's friend. Soon we had moved her into the bathroom and laid her against one wall.
The stewardess, who was now holding the door open, looked at me and said, "Stay in here and see to it that she's feeling better." With that, she gave a menacing stare at the other girl, turned away, and let the door fall shut.
I was left in the small bathroom with the two girls. It was a tight fit. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly the girl who was standing started speaking, "What a bitch. That stewardess is a tight-ass. She wouldn't know the first thing about having fun." Then she asked, "So you're a doctor?"
I then realized that I hadn't spoken the entire time. I wasn't sure what to say. "Well, I, uh..."
Before I could continue, she cut in. "That's cool. You're pretty young to be a doctor. I'm Maria and this is Angelica," she said as she pointed down to her friend. "We just went down to South Beach to have a good time for Spring Break, you know. So we had some more drinks this morning, and maybe brought a few more in our carry-ons. So Angie's a little drunk, no big problem."
It seemed pretty straight forward to me. I've been drunk before. It certainly looked like the girl on the floor, Angie, was drunk. No need for a doctor here—-thank god.
I was debating what to do. Could I leave? Angie was lying down, her back propped up against the wall opposite the door. The two other walls had the toilet on one wall and the sink on the other.
Angie started to moan now. "Uhhh..." She was a short, hot Latino girl. She was maybe 5'2" with very dark, straight black hair, and dark skin. And she was very thin—-she couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds. She was dressed like she was out on Spring Break—-a tight white t-shirt, short green shorts, and flip-flop sandals. She had small tits, and her bra (which looked like it was also a shade of green) was visible through her t-shirt. Her shorts were very, very short, and I'm sure that if she was turned over I would have been able to see the bottoms of her ass cheeks below them.
She was hot! But she was also drunk. Her head was swaying from side to side as she moaned incoherent words. Plus there was vomit on her face, shoulder, and shirt too.
I looked at Maria, her friend, who was standing opposite me. She was hot too, but in a very different way. While Angie was short and tight, Maria was taller and rounder. She was dark haired and eyed like Angie, but was at least 5'8". Her tits, as mentioned earlier were big and poking through her tight white tank top. I didn't see any signs of a bra underneath. She was wearing a short, loose black skirt. You could tell she had a nice round ass. She had her purse over her shoulder.
Maria then bent down, putting her purse down. She spoke to Angie. "How you feeling Angie?" Another moan was her only reply. "Feel like you need to throw up again?"
Angie nodded yes.
