Nurse Ashleys Care

The Accident

I am in a bedroom I don't recognise. Two gorgeous young twin girls are on the bed with me. We are all naked. One is licking my pussy as I'm lying on my back, and the other is straddling me with her pussy on my mouth.

I'm licking and being licked madly and I'm getting so hot and wet. I'm about to cum when I hear my phone ring. I stare at it to make it stop but it doesn't.

I curse, then I wake up and realise that it has been a dream. Damn. A nice dream, but it could have gone on one minute longer so I could cum. I glance at my clock and see that it's just after midnight.

I think about rubbing my wet pussy but my bladder takes priority, and I stumble out of bed to go to the toilet. I trip on the sports bag I have left in the middle of the floor and break my fall with my hands.

I hear a scream of agony, then I notice that it's from me. I roll over on my back and hold my hands to my chest. I'm in agony. I start sobbing with the pain and continue for several minutes.

I finally figure that I need to do something. I wiggle my body over to the bedside table and reach up and knock down my phone. With great difficulty, I hit the phone icon, press 000 and call and turn on the speaker.

"Triple-zero. What's your emergency?"

"I've fallen and my hands hurt so much. I broke something. I think I need an ambulance."

She asks for my name and address and asks some other questions. "An ambulance will be there soon."

I lie back, whimpering. Then I realise I need to unlock the front door so they don't have to bash it down. I roll to my knees and manage to crawl to the door. My hand screams as I twist the lock to the open position.

I crawl to the sofa, sit on the floor with my back against it and wait. After an eternity I hear a knock and yell, "Come in!"

A young man and woman come in and attend to me, asking how I am, what happened, etc. I vaguely notice that the woman is very cute, but I'm in too much pain to think more about that.

After a while, he goes out and returns with a rolling stretcher. She asks if I have a handbag to take, and I point it out. They gently lift me onto the stretcher, put a blanket over me and she places my handbag on my legs.

She asks me if I have house keys in the handbag and I say, "Yes. Could you also get my phone, please? It's on the bedroom floor."

"Sure," she says, and she gets the phone and puts it into my handbag. "I saw the charger so I got that too. Anything else you need?"

"No, that should do it, thanks."

"How about a change of clothes?"

"Oh yeah. That would be good."

"May I go into your bedroom and get some?"

"Of course." She returns in a few minutes with a set of clothes.

"Is there anyone that should be called?" he asks.

I think. I've been living alone, and my parents have virtually disowned me since I came out to them as a lesbian, so I say, "No, it's fine."

They lock the door on the way out and wheel me into the ambulance. As they start rolling down the street, I pass out from the pain.

The next thing I know, I'm rolling down the hallway in the hospital. I get wheeled into an examination area and they pull the curtains around. The cute paramedic checks basic vital signs, then smiles and tells me that a doctor will come soon.

Examination

In a few minutes, a male doctor comes in and I'm a little embarrassed because I'm in my nightie, since I didn't have time to change before leaving, not that I was thinking about anything other than my pain.

"Well, who do we have here?"

"I'm Mary Williams. My ID is in my handbag."

"I shouldn't open it myself."

"Well, my hands hurt way too much for me to do it. Please go in and find it."

"Well, I have to have a witness. Wait a second." He leaves and comes back with a nurse -- a stunning young woman with a smile that almost makes me forget my pain.

"Ashley, I asked you in because it seems that Mary has hurt both hands and can't open her handbag. Would you get her ID out, please?"

"Of course, Dr. Jones," she says with a smile. "Mary, are you in much pain?"

"Fuck yeah! Oh, sorry, yes, I am."

"Don't worry, Dr. Jones will fix you up."

She gets my ID, making sure I am looking at what she is doing. Then she puts my handbag into a plastic tub and puts the tub under the bed. "Your handbag will stay with you as we take you for X-rays."

"Thanks."

Nurse Ashley asks me questions for the admission form and hands it to me to sign, and I look blankly at her and say, "You must be joking." She then scribbles something before taking several readings of me while Dr. Jones looks at my hands.

"Your wrists are very swollen, so we'll take X-rays. Are you allergic to any medications, Mary?"

"No."

"Okay. Ashley, give her a Paracetamol plus codeine. I'll organise her X-rays."

"Yes, Dr. Jones." She goes out and returns with a pill in a cup and a cup of water. "Mary, let me lift your head to take this." She puts her hand behind my head and lifts it tenderly, offering me the pill, then the water.

I briefly gaze at her lovely face and body. She has short dark hair in a stylish cut, a cute button nose and full lips. Her body is trim, with firm-looking boobs, probably B cups. I have a little fantasy before the pain interrupts again. She puts my head back down and strokes my hair so sweetly.

"Poor Mary, I know you are hurting so much. I'll take good care of you, I promise."

I give a faint smile and say, "Thanks, Nurse Ashley."

She smiles back, and says, "Just Ashley is fine, Mary." She rests her hand on my shoulder to comfort me, which helps a bit.

Dr. Jones comes back in about five minutes and says, "You're in luck, Mary, there's no queue in X-ray, so we can take you right down."

A young man gets my bed ready for the trip. He wheels me out and down the corridor and I'm disappointed that Ashley isn't coming with us. Ah well, I suppose she has other patients to attend to.

At the X-ray station, my hands still hurt but not quite so much, so the pill is doing its job. I get returned to the examination room and Ashley returns to check my signs again. She never stops smiling. It makes me smile back and I feel a bit settled. The pill is kicking in and I feel a little drowsy.

Ashley stays with me, hand on my shoulder again, tenderly caring for me. I gaze at her beauty and smile.

Soon, Dr. Jones comes in and says, "Well, Mary, as you may have suspected, you have fractured both wrists. Just hairline fractures, fortunately, so there's no need for any surgery. But we'll have to put your wrists in casts, and you won't be able to do much with your hands for a little while."

I panic, but Ashley caresses my hair again and says, "Don't worry, Mary, we'll care for you until you can manage on your own." I relax a little and thank her.

Luckily, my private health insurance covers a single room and they have one available. They wheel me down to the room after putting my casts on.

"Do you need the toilet, Mary?" Ashley asks in my room.

"Yes, please."

She helps me walk there and sits me on the toilet and goes outside the toilet to the room. "Tell me when you are done."

"Okay."

I do my business and try to wipe, but I can't manage. "Um, Ashley, I need help."

She comes in and makes a wad of toilet paper. She senses my embarrassment and says, "Don't worry Mary, we are used to this." She wipes me clean, and the intimacy combined with her beauty turns me on a little.

She helps me up, then walks me into the room.

Ashley Helps With More

"We need to get you into a hospital nightgown, Mary. Let me take off your nightie."

She lifts the hem and takes it off. She seems to take a little too long looking at my body, naked except for knickers. She is staring at my firm little boobs. Then she snaps back into professional mode and finds a gown for me and puts it on me.

Ashley helps me to the bed and tucks me in. I almost think she's going to kiss me goodnight. Or am I just wishing that she will?

In any case, we smile broadly at each other. She says, "Good night, Mary. I hope you sleep well. I'll be on duty until 7:00 am, then I'm back on at 11:00 pm tomorrow. Push this button if you need anything, like another pain pill. The first one you took will wear off in a few hours."

"Thanks, Ashley, you've been a darling." I almost add, "I love you." Wow, Nurse Ashley has done something to me.

She leaves and I try to settle. My hands ache but the pain isn't as sharp. I try to close my eyes and sleep, but Ashley's face keeps popping into view. My body feels a gentle excitement, and I remember my dream right before the accident.

I think about rubbing myself, but with the casts and the pain, I can't. I lie there, a bit frustrated until I drift off to sleep.

I wake up in pain, wondering where I am. Then I recognise that I'm in the hospital, and I turn my head to see the call button next to my hand. I reach for it and wince as I press it.

A minute later, Ashley comes in. "Hi Mary, what do you need?"

"My wrists are killing me, may I have another pain pill?"

Ashley checks my charts and says, "Well, technically you should wait another hour, but I'll get you one." She goes and returns with a pill and water. She raises my head again and helps me take it.

"Thank you, Ashley."

"My pleasure, Mary. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

At that question, my body tingles, thinking that she could rub my pussy for me. I gaze at her, afraid to say anything.

"Anything at all?" she says with a broad smile, her hand caressing my hair.

I gasp a little. "Oh, Ashley," I say, then stop myself again.

"Yes, what is it?"

I blush and mutter, "No, no, I couldn't. Sorry."

She caresses my face tenderly and says, "Couldn't what, my sweet Mary?"

Her touch and her soft words are igniting my passion, and I want her to touch me so much, but surely she's not allowed to do that, and she might be freaked out, so I remain silent.

She brings her face close to mine and whispers, "Tell me, lovely Mary. It can be our secret. Tell me what you want."

I sigh. "Oh Ashley, I have my hands all tied up and I can't, you know, um, touch myself."

She smiles broadly and says, "Well, Mary, I told you that I would take care of you, didn't I? I understand. I can tell that you like me, and I like you a lot." She glances at the clock. "It's about an hour until breakfast, and it's still quiet on the ward. Wait a minute, and I'll be back."

She kisses my cheek softly and leaves the room. My body is on fire now, wondering what she has in mind. She returns and says, "There's only one other nurse around, and I've told her that I will be attending to you and that she should not disturb us."

I look at her and see her smiling. "Now Mary, would you like me to touch you since you can't do it for yourself? I know how horny I am all the time, and I need to cum as many times as I can."

I am stunned. My dream has come true. This gorgeous creature is going to please me. I can't speak, but I nod.

She smiles and peels the blanket down to my waist. "Oh, lovely," she says, seeing my hard nipples poke up through the thin fabric. She caresses around my boobs, then on them, finally touching my nipples.

"Ohhhh," I moan loudly.

"Shhh. Not so loud," she chuckles. She plays gently with my nipples, making me so hot, and I'm sure my pussy is glistening now. "I confess that I have been admiring your lovely firm boobs from the moment I saw you, Mary. I'm so glad that I can touch them the way I have wanted to."

I am panting as her lovely touch excites me. I glance down the bed then back up at her face. She keeps smiling as one hand slides down my stomach, rubbing it through my gown. One hand keeps cupping my boob and lightly grasping my nipple.

My hips start rocking up, begging for her hand to continue down. She notices and proceeds, pressing her hand on my mound. I stifle a moan. She rubs gently, and I gasp.

"Oh Mary, I have been wanting to please you." She pulls the blanket lower, then brings the hem of my gown up, exposing my knickers. She grabs the waistband of my knickers and pulls them to my knees. "Ooo, nice and smooth," she whispers. Her fingers glide over my naked mound then trace along my lips.

"Such voluptuous lips too, I love that." Her fingers tease my lips, up and down, inside and out. Then one goes between my lips. "Wow, you are so wet for me, my lovely Mary. I'm so glad."

Her finger slowly moves between my lips and into my pussy, going in so easily. The hand on my boob strokes my hard nipple through the gown.

"Oh, Ashley, your touch is so amazing. I've wanted you too since I first saw you."

"I sensed that, Mary. I'm so glad we are sharing this." She pushes deeper into my pussy, making me so hot and wet. "I want to take care of you, in every way."

I have needed this so much. My body surrenders completely to Ashley. Her finger swirls around, driving me wild. My body shakes and I moan continuously.

Now she pulls out her finger and rubs my clit, which is so hard for her. "Ohhhh, Ashley, yesssss," I scream softly. Her other hand pinches my nipple, sending sparks down to my clit. Faster and faster she rubs, and I am so close.

Ashley puts her hand over my mouth and rubs my clit madly, sending me over the edge into the orgasm I have needed so much. I scream into her hand and hump up against her finger. Waves of pleasure crash through my body.

She puts her finger back into my pussy, which pulses around her finger as my orgasm continues. Finally, she pushes deep and holds still, pressing her palm on my mound. She releases my boob and caresses my face. I open my eyes and gaze at her, smiling at me.

I lie panting for a minute before I can manage to say anything. "Oh, Ashley, you are so wonderful. I needed that so much."

"My pleasure, sweet Mary. I have wanted to do that."

"I want to please you, too."

"I'd like that, but maybe tomorrow night, when I can plan better."

She withdraws her hand from my pussy, pulls my knickers up and my gown back down and pulls the blanket up, tucking me in. Kissing me softly, she says, "We will have some lovely times, my Mary. Rest now."

I smile up at her and she turns out the light and leaves the room. I sigh and enjoy the wonderful feelings she has given me.

First Morning

I wake to bright light and a new nurse checks on me. I tell her I need to pee, and she helps me up and wipes me after. Magda, as I see her name is, is a middle-aged woman who looks tired. She's competent, but she doesn't stir me like Ashley did. She brings me a liquid breakfast.

Dr. Gupta comes in, an attractive Indian woman, in her late thirties I guess. She checks my signs and asks how I'm feeling. "My wrists hurt a lot. Is it time for another pain pill?" She checks my chart and says, "Okay, I'll have one brought in."

"How long will I have to have these casts on? I can hardly use my fingers."

"Another day or so, then we'll take them off and take new X-rays to see how you are doing. We may be able to put on less restrictive bandages then, depending."

I groan at the prospect of not being able to masturbate, but then I remember Ashley with her promise of her visiting tonight. I doubt that Dr. Gupta or Magda will indulge me.

"Can I get even my right index finger released, to use my phone?"

"Hmm, let me check your X-rays." She finds them, locates the right hand and pops it up to read it. "Yes, I think we can give you one fingertip. Just don't use it too much."

"Thanks."

Magda returns with my pill and I take it. In a few minutes, I am wheeled into an operating room, where Dr. Gupta uses a little rotary saw to slice off a couple of centimetres of the cast from my finger. I'm taken back to my room. I ask for my phone and I am left alone.

I think about using my finger on my clit, but pressing hurts too much, so I exclaim, "Fuck!" in exasperation.

I consider calling Mum, but the last conversation with my parents a few months ago was close to "Never darken our door again." Their inability to accept who I am surfaces my bitterness. I briefly consider blocking her but I don't.

I scroll down my contact list and decide to call Sylvia, my roommate and best friend from uni. We were never intimate, as she is totally straight, but she always accepted my lesbian identity.

"Mary! How are you? It's been too long."

"Hi, Sylvia. Not so great, actually. Last night I broke both of my wrists, and I can't use my hands at all for a little while."

"Not at all? Oh, that's not good. Where are you?"

"At Launceston General Hospital."

"Well, aren't you lucky? I'm in town, visiting my parents in Ravenswood. I can pop by today. What are the visiting hours?"

"I have no idea. I got in late last night and I haven't had much time to think."

"Well, I'll call reception and find out."

"Oh, Sylvia, you don't have to bother."

"Nonsense! I insist."

"Oh, well, all right, I never could persuade you to do anything."

"Settled then - see you later."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

I feel a bit better after the talk with Sylvia, but my wrists still ache. She's such a dear. I tried kissing her once because I felt so much for her, but she laughed and said, "I appreciate the compliment, but let's just be great friends." And so we are.

I try to kill time looking at the news on my phone, but that's too depressing. I log into Literotica chat, which I usually don't do on my phone because it's harder to use than my laptop, but I don't see anyone I really like online. I read a lesbian story that gets me hot, but then I curse because I can't do anything to get off.

I gaze out the window and drift back to sleep. Lunch wakes me up, and I'm mortified that I can't feed myself. The aide feeds me, and she tries to make me feel okay with it, but I curse my stupidity for causing this. Then of course I have to go to the toilet and deal with that indignity again. Ah well.

A new nurse comes in to check my signs, which are pretty normal. "How are you feeling, Mary?"

"Bored mainly, and hurting of course. Can I have a pain pill?"

"Let's see," she says, checking my chart. "Yes, I'll bring one in." She leaves and comes back with it and helps me take it.

"Anything else I can do for you?"

I blush, the thought of asking her to rub my pussy for me flashing through my mind. She looks at me and smiles, waiting for an answer. I finally stammer, "Uh, you could pass me my phone, please."

"Of course!" She hands it to me and walks out.

I see a text message from Sylvia. "OK to see you at 2?"

I reply, "Sure!"

Sylvia's Gift

Time passes slowly until Sylvia breezes in. "Silly girl, what have you done?" she beams.

I hold my hands up and say, "Buggered them up pretty well."

"So I see. Well, I have a gift that might help." She holds out a small gift-wrapped package. "Oh, I guess I have to help you open it."

I nod, and she virtually strip-teases the package open. It's a vibrator! "Oh, Sylvia, just what I need. My fingers are useless, except for one finger they kept open."

"I knew you'd like it. I remember how often you masturbated at uni. Wait for just a second, and I'll help you." She takes a "Do Not Disturb" sign from her handbag, places it on the outside handle of the door and comes back.

"I would have brought some lube, but I remember you telling me how quickly you get wet." I look at the toy - a dual model, with a long part for inside my pussy and a short part pressing on my clit.

"Ready to try it?"

"Oh yes, I've been so horny."

"Okay then," she says, sliding my gown up and grabbing the waistband of my knickers. "Hips up." I raise my hips and she pulls my knickers to my ankles. "Let's get you wet." I open my knees wide.

She takes out the remote control and turns on the long bit and rubs it on my pussy lips. I gasp as the vibrations run through to my clit. She smiles and says, "I have one just like this, so I'm sure you'll like it."