The Quiet Type

As an RN at Metro City General, I work 3 12-hour shifts per week[. I like to work my days in a row, patients are more comfortable and relaxed with continuity, and, when you work your days in a row, you get your days off in a row.

I had a particularly bad stretch one week. I had demanding patients and one VIP. He was the worst. He called a lot for nonsense and when I'd go into his room all he did was stare at me.

Mr VandenBeerk was on isolation for infection. He had an Ilizarov Frame on his left leg with pins sticking out which needed to be cleaned and dressed twice daily. He also had cellulitis which made his leg fat and discolored, like a slice of pizza.

It was a shame, he was kinda cute. My average patient is a 75 year old man who reeks of ointment and has prostate issues, so we always notice a younger guy, and appreciate him if he's cute. Mr VandenBeerk was 41 and fit, about 6' tall with a hard tight body. He didn't look like a gym rat, more like a regular guy who was just very physically active. He had brush-cut dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes. He wasn't fine exactly, his features were a little off, but he was handsome, pensive and serious, he was actually kinda sexy.

He made me very nervous. He would watch me as I moved about, hanging his antibiotics, checking his vital signs. He was still as a stone and didn't talk much, only his eyes moved. When I do pin care, I usually have the patient elevate the extremity on pillows and raise the bed to save my back. Mr VandenBeerk wouldn't allow that. He said he was more comfortable with his foot on the floor so, I had to do his pin care in a squat on the floor, under him. He would watch me with a little smile on his face, I hated that, the fucker. He had long incisors too, haha, he was LITERALLY long in the tooth!!!

Anyway, his silence, his stare, his long ass teeth and off-center features made for one creepy ass dude. I didn't like him, he made me very uncomfortable. I thought his name was Dutch, but he was from South Africa, so he had a Dutch-ish accent. He was "eccentric" (cause he was rich, had he been a regular guy, he would just have been weird.)

He wasn't so bad. He wasn't fresh or terribly unreasonable. I got through my days finally. I was looking forward to my days off and to coming back to a new group of patients. A grand surprise greeted me upon my return. I checked the board and saw that not only was Mr VandenBeerk still here, but that he was my only patient. I usually get 6.

"Hey Geri, what gives?" I asked my nurse manager.

"Well," she explained "Mr. VandenBeerk is a very important VIP, he is building a new wing here. He is very particular and has requested you to be his private duty nurse this weekend."

"I am not a private duty nurse! I want a group. He was fine with me last week when I had other patients, did he complain?"

"Sarah," Geri put on her exasperated voice, pulling her glasses from the top or her head onto her face and looking at me over them "As I said, he is a very important VIP, he's giving this hospital a lot of money. He is paying you double your hourly rate plus bonus. He wants you to be his nurse, that's it."

She tried to console me by reminding me that he was fit and mobile, but then ruined it by telling me he was a but fussy and didn't want a lot of people in his room. I would have to act as his nurse assistant as well, helping him bathe and making his bed. Making his bed!?!? No job is above or beneath me, but I hadn't made a bed since nursing school.

"Goede Morgen Meneer VandenBeerk," he didn't acknowledge my attempt. I'd been to Holland and I know Dutch isn't Afrikaans, but I thought they were close enough.

"Good morning Sarah. Close the door please, keep it closed. It's going to be you and me today. You are the only one I want in here today. Are you okay with that?" What the hell could I say, I had to be diplomatic "we'll have a good day today." And so the staring began. He smiled his creepy smile and watched me move about, doing his am care.

My ears and cheeks were on fire. I am never happier to be dark skinned then when I blush, no one can see it.

"You're blushing," he stated, my head whipped around. "How do you know? It's not obvious." "It is if you know what to look for. Your lips are red." I only wear clear gloss, never lipstick to work.

"Mr. VandenBeerk, you make me nervous. You don't talk, you don't smile and you stare at me from the minute I walk in to the minute I walk out. Could you please not stare at me?" I knew I'd said too much but it was worth a shot. He ignored what I said "Never let anyone know they've got the drop on you. In my line of work that could cost you your life." What the hell?

Amy was another nurse on the floor who'd worked with this man on my days off. She had the exact opposite feelings about him than I had. She liked him. She was very chatty and got people to talk. She told me how he'd been a sniper and had told her a few different ways to kill a man without a weapon. I only half believed this. Why would anyone tell anyone else that? That would explain his stillness though. I could imagine him sitting in the woods for hours, hunting human prey though?

I finished hanging his IV and got the hell out of Dodge. I had to go back in to do his pin care and whenever else he called for me. He never asked for pain medicine. I knew it hurt but I didn't push. When I offered and he refused, I accepted it. I did his pin care in a squat at his feet. He quietly watched me all day. I always got in and out as quickly as possible. I had to help him bathe, washing his back and helping him change his clothes. I never looked down his front, but I couldn't help but notice his high tight ass. Day one ended uneventfully. It wouldn't be so bad. I had to endure his scrutiny but he didn't talk much and I didn't talk much. It was kind of nice, I hated chatty patients and appreciated being able to move about quietly.

On my second day he was again my only patient. I knew what to expect and would just try not to bump into anything or drop anything, just pretend he wasn't there. Geri called me into her office " Mr. V is very satisfied with your care but he complained that you'd been in and out of the room too much yesterday, take your notes in with you and be prepared to just stay there with him." For fuck's sake! What would be next? Should I climb into bed and scratch his ass for him too?

I took all my things and a chair into the room, nodding my hello and endured his scrutiny as he lay in bed, still as a stone, watching me move about.

"I like you Sarah, you're the quiet type. You don't fill all space with noise, incessant chatter. I love women but I don't date because they are too damned chatty, like little birds. Silence is nice. Are you always quiet? Do you ever make noise, sigh, moan, scream perhaps?

Just when I thought I could do it. I didn't know what to say so I said nothing. He could force me to be in here, but I didn't have to entertain his ass too. I was standing over his supine form, preparing to connect his antibiotics to the IV on his arm. "Don't connect it yet, I need my hands." He smiled his creepy smile. Lookit those fucking fangs, he probably wants to bite me. "You're blushing again," he sat up and was right in front of me, his head at my chest level. I took a step back.

He reached up and held my hips, preventing me from moving away. I was shocked, this was blatant. "Mr Vanden----

He was looking at my neck "your heart is pounding, I won't hurt you. Be calm, but don't move away." He loosened his grip on me but did not let go. I placed my hands over his, tried to pry them off. I grabbed his right index finger and bent it backward toward his hand."You don't get to touch me, not like that. Don't touch me again." Bending a man's index finger backward is supposed to incapacitate him. This one didn't even flinch. He let me remove his hands and I slowly gave him back his index finger.

I slowly backed up "Don't leave." He was very quiet, he sounded scary. I stopped moving. He stood up and moved toward me. He backed me up to the wall. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of my head and stood thisclose to me, just staring at me, saying nothing. I was reminded of the movie Pitch Black when Riddick took off his glasses to stare at the alien. I couldn't move if I wanted to. I considered kicking him in his funky ass leg. What would I say when I got out? He looked at me? I had technically assaulted him. This was a private hospital, staff complaints were taken very seriously, they NEVER take our side against a patient, especially the rich ones. I just waited.

"I'm not going to hurt you, don't try to hurt me" his accent made hurt sound funny. "You remind me of my first love, back in high school. She became a nurse. She's why I love nurses. I only fuck nurses. Come lay down with me, come take me back to high school."

Lay down with him? Was he ca-ray-zay? I was ready to scream, fuck this shit. A million thought ran through my head I looked at the door but couldn't move.

"Do not move," he said, barely above a whisper. He kissed me. On the mouth. It was surprisingly soft. He looked at me, waiting? It wasn't bad actually. He came back and kissed me twice again. His lips were soft, his breath was warm. "Come lay with me, please." It sounded like a command, not a request. He turned away, taking my hand and leading me to his bed. I don't know why but I followed without protest. I sat on the bed with my back to him. He lifted my hair and softly kissed my neck. An involuntary sigh escaped me.

"Don't think, just feel. Haven't you ever done something just because it felt good, without regard to what others deem right or wrong? I want to make you feel good. Let's play high school. "

He was speaking softly in my ear. He lay down and, pulling gently on my shoulders laid me down next to him. I was dizzy and nervous and excited and scared. I looked at the door. "No one is coming in, they're scared shittless of me. I was on my back and he was on his side next to me on the narrow bed.

"Remember high school, I had a skinny bed just like this." I've gotten to first base with you, will you let me get to second? He reached under my scrub top. He began to rub my stomach, softly. He leaned over and kissed me, for real. He was good, really good. He kissed me slowly and deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue, sucking on my tongue and bottom lip, rubbing my stomach. I was still tense but no longer afraid.

I hadn't had a boyfriend in awhile, this felt so good. "You're so tense, stop thinking so much." He stuck his tongue in my ear. "Ahhhh." That sent a shock straight down to my pussy. He licked around and inside my ear. It felt so nasty, I loved it. He nibbled the lobe and moved his hand up, massaging my breast through my bra. "Remember in high school, when making out was enough?" He nibbled my ear, kissed down my neck. "How far did you let the boys go, Sarah? First base? Second? Did you let any of the boys get their sticky hands under your bra or did you make them keep them on top?"

"Remember the first time your nipple was touched?" he ran his finger over a nipple. I squirmed against my will. This was hard. He came back to my mouth. He was really a good kisser. He brought his hand back down to my stomach then rubbed my crotch over my scrubs. He moved over on top of me and began to move his hips, humping me, kissing my mouth, kissing my neck. My scrubs were thin, he was in shorts, he was very hard. It felt amazing.

"You like?" he whispered. I did. I couldn't speak. I did kinda feel like I was back in high school. There is something utterly delicious about a good make out and dry humping session.

"How far can I go? Can we lay here in our underwear? I swear I won't do anything?" He smiled a nasty sexy smile, no longer creepy. I liked his intensity now. He sat up and pulled both our tops and my bottoms off. I was laying on a skinny hospital bed, in my underwear, with a stranger, I felt self conscious, like I was back in high school. He lay on me in his shorts, forcing my legs apart with his body. We lay there kissing and humping. He was touching me everywhere.

"Can I go to 3rd base?" I was very slow in high school. I wasn't sure what 3rd base actually was. "Can I touch you? Put my hand in your panties? I just want to touch it. Can I touch it please?"

"Yes, yes" I quietly moaned. This was so hot, but this wasn't high school, where you wanted more but more of what you weren't sure. I knew what I wanted and this wasn't enough. I felt his meat through his pants, thick and hot and I wanted it, all of it. He would not make me beg. I traced circles on it with my fingertips, his breathing was heavy as he humped me some more, pulling my hair, exposing and biting my neck.

"You can touch it, but just touch, don't put your finger inside me," two could play this game. I liked this game. He put his hand inside my panties and touched me. There is nothing like the feel of a new hand down the panties. He rubbed up and down, gently but firmly, sticking his tongue back in my ear. He pulled my bra aside and suckled my nipple. It was ecstasy. I grabbed his hips and tried to bring him back up and on top of me.

"Can I stick it in? Just the head? Just one time? Please? Just the head and I'll stop, he fingered my opening. I was seeing stars, trying so hard to be quiet. I was in another place.

"Is that a yes? Can I stick it in?" "Yes, you can stick it in, but just once, you have to stop when I tell you to, just the head." He tugged down my panties and his shorts. I tried not to think about his hot swollen leg.

He removed my panties and bra, kissing and licking me all over my chest and down to my navel. He came up and rubbed the head of his penis against me, up and down, from top to bottom, over and again. I was on fire and soaking wet. I lifted my legs, on fire. "Stick it in, but just once, remember, just once." I opened my eyes and held his head, making him look in my eyes. "You have to stop when I say so, okay?" Okay he acquiesed, with a devilish smile on his face.

He pushed against me. His shaft was average in size but the head was enormous, a shiny mushroom top, like a Smurf's house. Oh it was good. He slowly pushed all the way in, just the head indeed. I was full and bit my lip to keep myself quiet. He stopped when he got all the way in "Just one time? Just once? Do you want me to stop or can I go on? Do you want me to stop?"

No I shook my head, planting my feet on the bed and grinding into him like a nasty cheerleader. "Don't stop. Go slow though, real slow. I closed my eyes and pushed my head back into the pillow. I took his head in my hands and led his mouth back to my nipple. He started moving, slow and deep. No high school kid ever had his finesse. I liked this game.

We kissed passionately. He bit and sucked my neck, raising a hickey, he was holding my knees into my chest, squeezing my ass, holding my hips, he began to ram into me.

He was growling in my ear. I was mewling gently, working my hips to meet each thrust. He was biting my neck and plowing me lovely. Oh it was so good. He was grunting like an animal. I drew blood biting my lip, trying to keep quiet.

"Shuhhh" I shushed him, we laughed, kissing some more.

"Are you close, I'm gonna come, the pussy's too good. I want you to squirt for me," he whispered in my ear. He angled up and flipped onto his back, putting me on top. Turn around, reverse cowgirl, let me see that ass." I turned around with him still inside me, planted my feet on the bed and began to ride him. He slapped my ass. I leaned over so his mushroom head would tickle my G Spot. "Squirt for me, I'm close, let's make a mess." I increased my speed, kept it up until my thighs started burning then jumped off, ejaculating all over his thighs and the bed, jerking him with my hand to a finish. He came all over the place. I ducked so it would miss me. I was over him, head hanging down, shaking and coming, feeling so fucking good, so good.

We calmed down, laying in our now cold mess. "I'll bet you were pissed when they told you you had to make my bed. Now you know why." We laughed.

This was my four day week and for the next 3 days he pounded my pussy at least twice daily. I did give him good nursing care, hanging his antibiotics on time and keeping his pins pristine, sneaking his ruined sheets out of the hospital in my backpack and tossing them. I never complained about having to stay in the room with him anymore, he was no longer creepy.

His leg was healing, he was going home. On our last day together he told me he'd be back in 6 weeks to have the frame taken off. "Will you be my private duty RN again? Make out with me again? I just smiled. I was the quiet type.