|Nurses in Training
by hullo_nurse ©
Shelby was so excited. It was the first day of clinical. It seemed she had
been waiting all her life for this moment. The first two years of nursing
school are so boring. All classroom and no direct patient care. Memorizing
all the bones and muscles of the body. Learning all about anatomy and chemistry.
Understanding the formulas of medication, how they work, what the side effects
"Aren't there books that I can look all this crap up in?" she thought. "Let me at the patients!! Teach me how to give a bath, an enema or a shot. Show me how to insert a foley or put in an i.v."
And today was THE day! She was going to go onto the orthopedic floor and give a bed bath. She had practiced on dummies in the lab, but now it was time to do it to a real person. Shelby was hoping for a male patient. She felt that if she had to give her first bath to another woman that maybe it would be like...lesbian or something. Mrs. Potts was the clinical supervisor. Her group of students included Tom, Shelby, Susan, Mary & Tiesha. All of the students met at the elevators and went up to the 5th floor together. Mrs. Potts had picked out the patients that her students would have the previous evening, based on how they were recovering. Tom was given Mrs. Lente in room 520. Susan was assigned to Ms. Parlour in 521. Mary and Tiesha had the roommates in room 522, Ms. Backman and Ms. Peters. Shelby noticed that all the patients so far were female. She was beginning to doubt that she would get her wish. Then Mrs. Potts said, "Shelby, I hope you don't mind that I had to give you a male patient. There are only 4 females on the floor at this time and Tom specifically requested that he not have to give a bath to a male patient his first time."
"Oh, no, I don't mind at all," Shelby replied. "Which room is my patient in?"
"You will have Mr. Babst in room 510," stated Mrs. Potts.
All of us went to the nurse's station to read the chart of our patient. We were instructed to see why our patient was in the hospital, what surgery they had had and when, and when was the last time pain medication was given. Mr. Babst was 40, male (of course) and here for a total knee replacement, Shelby learned. He had had surgery two days ago. He injured his knee playing softball at the company picnic. Shelby saw that his nurse, Patricia, had given Mr. Babst some Vicodin about an hour ago. 'Perfect timing,' Shelby thought. Shelby checked in with Mrs. Potts before going into the room to introduce herself to Mr. Babst. Mrs. Potts listened to Shelby relay the information she had found out, including that the Vicodin was peaking at this time and if Mr. Babst was having any pain this would be the best time to bathe him, since the Vicodin should be working at its best right now. Mrs. Potts agreed with Shelby and sent her to collect the items she would need to bathe her patient. Shelby found the clean utility room and gathered up a wash basin and a bar of soap. She then went to the linen cart and took two towels, two washcloths and a clean gown. She then proceeded down the hall with her stash and knocked on the door of room 510.
"Come in," she heard a deep voice say.
"Mr. Babst?" Shelby asked as she walked in to the room. Once she had gotten far enough into the room to close the door she did so. She walked around the curtain that was pulled to look at her patient.
"Yeah, that's me," he replied. "You must be my student nurse."
"Uhm, yes. I am. My name's Shelby. I'll be giving you a bath today. If that's okay with you, I mean," Shelby said hesitantly. As she looked at Mr. Babst she almost salivated. Her patient was a HUNK!! He must have been 6 feet tall and had the most gorgeous green eyes she had ever seen. He was wearing one of the thin cotton hospital gowns, The covers were up to his stomach, but his left leg was sticking out. As a matter of fact his left leg was in a cast from his upper thigh to his ankle and was propped up on two pillows. Shelby noticed that there was no wedding band on his left hand. She thought he must have taken it off or something, because no man that looked as good as he did could still be single. He had curly brown hair that was cut just to the nape of his neck. His hands looked so strong. Shelby must have been staring because Mr. Babst cleared his throat to get her attention.
"Please call me Stan. Mr. Babst is my father. You make me feel like an old man when you call me that," he stated. "Now for that bath, right?"
"Yes. Uhm, do you like your water to be very hot?" Shelby asked as she went to the sink and turned on the faucets. As she let the water run to get hot Shelby cleared off the bedside table so she would be able to put the basin on it once it was filled. She put the soap on the table, along with a washcloth. Shelby went back over to the sink and began filling the basin with steaming hot water. Once it was 3/4 full she carried it over to the table and put it down.
"Is this warm enough?" she asked.
Stan moved his hand to the basin and put it into the water. "Yikes! That's a little hot, don't you think?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me put a little cold water in there to cool it off a bit," Shelby answered.
"No, just let it sit and cool off on it's own," Stan suggested. "You can sit down next to me and we can talk until it cools."
"Um, I'm not sure if I can do that, Mr. Babst, ah, Stan."
"Sure you can, I'm the patient and I'm asking you to give me a few minutes to rest before you give me a bath. Why don't you tell me what you're going to do to me?" Stan asked.
"I'm, I'm going to, to give you a, a bath," Shelby stammered.
"Of course you are. I mean for you to tell me in detail exactly what you are going to do to me. It will help both of us relax."
"Ok," Shelby said. "First I'm going to get the washcloth wet in the water. I'll wash your face, and then get the washcloth nice and soapy; then take off your gown and cover your chest with a towel. I'll pull the towel aside and wash the left half of your chest and your left arm and hand; rinse your left side off with the other washcloth and then dry your left side, repeating this on your right side. Then you can roll over onto your right side, with some help with your casted leg. I'll wash your back, rinse it, dry it and apply lotion and then powder. Then you can turn to your left side so I can wash the other half of your back: wash, rinse, dry, lotion and powder it. I'll wash your ass, uh, I mean, buttocks tenderly and then help you onto your back."
"That sounds delightful. Such pampering. I'm sure you give a magnificent back rub, too, don't you?" asked Stan.
"Yeah, sure if you would like one," Shelby replied.
"Mmmmm, that sounds so good, Shelby. Will you be gentle with my ass?" Stan asked.
"Uhm, yes, of course. But I'm not sure what you mean. I'll just be washing it."
Stan told Shelby "it appears that I was pretty constipated yesterday and the nurse had to give me an enema. My asshole is a little sore from the enema and my toosh is a little raw from all the, uh, shit that came out afterwards."
"Oh, crap. I'm sorry. I should've read that in your chart. I promise I will be as gentle as I can with your bottom," Shelby told Mr. Babst. "Would you like to try the water now?"
"Ahhh, it is just perfect. Gimme that bath now, Shelby."
Shelby proceeded to do just as she had described. She took the washcloth in her hand and moistened it in the water, then folded it over her hand to form a "glove." She gently washed Mr. Babst's face, having him close his eyes so she could get at the corners of them, and then washing his ears and behind them as well. Once she was done with his face she soaped up the cloth and proceeded to his chest, arms, and back. She gave him a top notch back rub when lotioning his back, getting out all the kinks from only being able to lay on his back for two days. Then she added more soap to the washcloth and gently spread his buttocks apart.
"Ohhh, be gentle!" Mr. Babst exclaimed.
"I will, just relax, Stan" Shelby told him. She soaped up his derriere in the most gentle way and then between his butt cheeks. She washed all the way down between his legs, and suddenly heard Mr. Babst sigh. It was then she realized that she was fondling his balls from behind! She pulled her hand away and began to rinse his bottom off and dry it. She applied some lotion to his bumm, as it was so tender. It was a "barrier cream" rather than the moisturizing lotion she had used on his back. It would protect his delicate skin from further harm from errant bowel movements.
Shelby assisted Mr. Babst onto his back again and covered his chest with a dry towel. She poured out the dirty water and proceeded to fill the basin with clean hot water. As she waited for the basin to fill she told Mr. Babst that she would have to pull down the covers now to wash his leg and feet. Then if he wanted he could wash his own private area. Shelby brought the basin of fresh water over to the table and began soaping the washcloth again. She pushed the covers off his right leg, keeping his groin covered for the time being. She could tell that he was aroused by the outline under the sheet and she thought that if she could distract him while bathing his leg and feet that maybe he would lose his erection. She washed his right thigh, rinsed and dried it, leaving the towel on it for warmth. She moved to his right foot and as she was washing it Mr. Babst began to laugh.
"That tickles!" Mr. Babst told Shelby as he laughed. Shelby apologized and quickly finished with his feet, carefully applying lotion so as not to tickle him again. Then Shelby covered his legs and started to pull the covers back from his groin, then stopped.
"If you would like privacy to wash your own penis I would be glad to step behind the curtain," Shelby told him.
"No, I think I'd like it for YOU to wash me. Be sure to get by the cast. It really itches there." Mr. Babst told me. "And my dick sure could use a good rub-down," he added.
Shelby felt her face flush with that last statement Mr. Babst made. As she pulled the covers away from him they seemed to get a little caught on his member. He lifted them to clear his knob and Shelby gasped at the size of his erection. He had to be 7 inches long. She had never seen an erect penis this big before. She soaped up the washcloth and started with the area around his penis, washing his pubic hair and the sides of his groin, paying special attention to the area Mr. Babst had said was itchy. After rinsing the area, all she had left to wash was his penis itself.
"Why don't you use just your soapy hands there? I think the washcloth will be to rough since he appears to be excited," Mr. Babst asked.
"Uhm, I'm not supposed to do that. It can be construed as sexual harassment. I can only to use the washcloth," Shelby replied.
Shelby started to wash Mr. Babst's erect penis with the washcloth, but he would not hear of it. He took the washcloth from her hand and took the soap. He held her hands in his and lathered the soap, put the soap down and then guided Shelby's hands to his shaft.
"Do it just like this, Shelby," Stan instructed. He put her hands around him and had her stroke him up and down. Shelby quickly grasped the concept and was giving him the hand job of a lifetime. She moved her hand slowly up and down and then over his bulbous head, sometimes concentrating on the head longer than the shaft, and then moving down to his sac. She made sure that his balls were tenderly caressed and washed. She focused on his shaft again and Stan started to moan.
"Oh, yeah, Shelby. You are such a good student. You learn sooo quick. You're going to be a fantastic nurse. Keep doing that. Ohh, yeah, a little faster, don't forget the head, keep that up....I like it....Oh !! You want me to cum???" Stan encouraged Shelby and Shelby kept doing what she did so well.
Mr. Babst started breathing heavier and quicker. Shelby stroked him up & down and all around. She would grasp him at the base and twist her hand to the left and then to the right while working her way up his tool. A requested, when she got the head she stayed there, rubbing the underside of his cut prick, just where he seemed to be the most sensitive. He other hand was squeezing and rubbing his balls.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Mr. Babst stifled his yell as he came. Thick white jism spewed from his head as he came again & again. Shelby kept massaging him until he went limp and his breathing was back to normal. Then she very gently washed his flaccid penis and all around it, making sure not to brush against the sensitive head. After he was all clean & dry Shelby put a fresh gown on Mr. Babst.
Shelby emptied out the basin, washed it, rinsed it and wiped it dry. She gathered all the dirty towels, washcloths and his dirty gown and put them in the hamper. She straightened out the items on his bedside tray. She pulled his covers up and asked Mr. Babst if there was anything else she could get for him before she left.
"A glass of cold water and a cold shower would be nice," he replied.
"I can get you the glass of water, but you've already had a bath for today, I'm afraid," Shelby replied with a grin on her face. She gave Mr. Babst the glass of water and thanked him for letting her give him her first bath.
"Any time, dear. Any time. Hope I see you again sometime. I won't be leaving for another couple of days, so stop by and see me, ok?" Stan requested.
"I'll try. I think we'll be on this floor for the rest of the week, so it shouldn't be a problem. Bye, Stan." and as she left she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Shelby went to the nurse's station to check in with Mrs. Potts and found the other four students sitting there waiting for her.
"What took you so long, Shelby?" asked her classmates.
"I, uh, made the water too hot at first and instead of putting cool water in it Stan, uh, Mr. Babst, asked me to sit and talk with him until it cooled."
"Stan, huh? On first name basis with your patient?" they teased.
"That's all right, students. If the patient requests that you call them by their first name then you can. Did Mr. Babst ask you to call him Stan, Shelby?" Mrs. Potts asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact he did. He said 'Mr. Babst' is his father and it made him feel old to have me call him that. He told me his name was Stan and said to use it, so I did." Shelby retorted.
you'll have different patients. You will give a bath and change the sheets.
None of your patients will be able to get out of bed, so it will be an
occupied bed. I suggest that you go to the lab and practice this for the
rest of the afternoon so you'll be able to do it without a problem with
your patient tomorrow," instructed Mrs. Potts.
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