All the guys on my rowing team were laughing when I walked into the boathouse.
"What's up?" I looked around as if I had missed the joke.
"Dude, we have just hired the hottest Asian chick to be our team nurse!" Paul yelled. Paul was my rowing buddy - youngest guy on the team. Very excitable. Everyone's kid brother. Suspected virgin.
"But here's the thing, man, she's a lez!" Joey clapped his hands. Joey was Italian. Biggest slut on our team. Keep away from his motel room on roadtrips!
I shook my head, "How can you tell?"
"Oh, maybe it's the 2 female symbols tattoo'd on her neck?"
"Or the rainbow flag wrist band?"
"Or her t-shirt - Dykes Bite?"
Everyone laughed, and I had to smile. Our last nurse was Mrs. Havestock who was the mother of one of the teammates. She was getting too old to travel around with us from regatta to regatta, so she retired and we needed a new nurse to bandage feet and fingers and take care of heat exhaustion. The nurse of a rowing team really didn't do much more than be our house mother / cheerleader / driver. So now, we get hot Asian Lesbian?
Suddenly all the guys stopped laughing. I turned around and saw her. She was hot! She couldn't be anymore than 5'5. She had fit herself into one of our rowing singlets and her perky boobs were practically oozing against the fabric. She was wearing shorts, and I could see the unusual tattoos on her ankle (a dragon) and on her right arm (a sleeve of dragons). On her neck, she did indeed have interlocking female symbols. Her black hair was tired back in a pony tail, and she had the smokey eye makeup Asian chicks do so well.
"Hey! You!" she pointed at me. "What's your name?"
"Me? I'm Mark."
"OK, Mark. Nice to meet you. I'm Anna, your new nurse."
I shook her tiny hand which was soft, and I could smell her intoxicating perfume. It was amazing how her mere presence had silenced all the guys who just stood around, smiling.
Our first regatta was in Austin, Texas, and we soon got used to Anna driving the team van (no one dared to make an Asian woman driver joke), bandaging our wrists, and giving us hard-chopping back adjustments. She didn't talk much, and she definitely wasn't motherly to us like Mrs. Havestock.
We were one day out of Austin, when I did a dumb ass thing. I was running through the motel parking lot and decided I could jump over a small fence as a short cut. Instead, I caught the top edge of the fence right in the groin. There was a searing pain (my buddies said I screamed like a girl), as I fell. A couple guys surrounded me, looking concerned at all the blood.
Someone called for Anna. She came over with her kit, looked at the blood and asked the guys to move back. She snapped on a pair of blue plastic surgical gloves, took a pair of scissors and cut away my shorts. There was no time for embarrassment. She wiped away the blood and found the injury.
"Mark, you are very lucky. Looks like part of the fence splintered just below your scrotum. I'm going to remove the splinter and dress the wound. No stitches."
I covered my eyes, hyperventilating. I didn't care that the guys were looking at me bareass. I couldn't stand the sight of blood - and there was so much of it.
I propped up my legs as she deftly pushed aside my balls so she could swab the wound which was just left of my taint. She then showed me the splinter - a 2" shard of wood from the top of the fence post.
She then put a pad on my wound and secured it with medical tape. "All done, tough guy. No stitches, it's a small prick." She smiled and the other guys laughed too. "You will have to change that pad often - welcome to my world!"
The guys helped me up. Another buddy pulled up my shorts. Then we headed back to our rooms.
A few hours later, I was lying on my bed in the motel room I shared with Paul. "Dude, gross, it's bleeding through!" My wound was seeping already seeping through the pad.
"Shit, don't look!" I slid my shorts off and hunted for the fresh pad. I removed the old pad and the tape ripped at my hairy ass. Then I fumbled with the new pad, trying to push my balls aside and trying to hold the pad in place.
"Paul, could you help me?"
"No, that's nasty!" Paul was shaking his head. "Let me get Anna!" He ran out of the room.
He returned a moment later with Anna who brought along her med kit.
"Lean back. Spread your legs!" she commanded. She snapped on a pair of blue plastic gloves and aimed a small flashlight at my wound. "It's pussing. Did you shower? You have to keep the wound clean."
I shook my head sadly. Paul sat across from me on the other bed, staring, looking concerned.
"Dude, do you mind?" I gave Paul the evil eye.
"That's OK, Stay, Paul, you can help." Anna struggled to push my legs back. "OK, Mark, I need you to lie on the edge of the bed and prop up your legs. It's very difficult to reach your wound if you're just lying there."
Obediently, I moved into position and had my legs propped up like I was a girl getting a gyno exam. Behind Anna, I could see Paul's eyes widen - I'm sure he was going to tell the guys about the view.
"Paul!" Anna commanded, "Bring me some warm wet towels."