Author's Note:
"This was my first submission to Literotica back in November of 2004. It's raw and unpolished, but I think it stands well on its own. Enjoy!"
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I had been working as a nurse's aide at the hospital for almost six months, and was beginning to realize how much I hated the job. I worked on the Sub Acute unit, a place reserved mainly for people there to die, coma victims and quadriplegics. It was a hard place to work, the humanity of it all. I had to feed them, bathe them, clean them, wipe them, turn them and groom them. What had at first been a job I loved was rapidly becoming a nightmare.
I had few friends there that I liked, and most of the time friends were what got you through cleaning and preparing dead bodies and watching people waste away. Of course, the social environment of the hospital was more like a high school than a professional work place. All the clicks were there, instead of jocks you had docs, cheerleaders became nurses and everyone else just worked to support them. Subsequently, there was a lot of gossip and backstabbing, secret vendettas and such. So even friends I held a safe distance away.
The person I suppose I most enjoyed being around and who I trusted the most was a respiratory therapist named Linda. She and I shared the same sense of humor and interest in a lot of things, but we also shared the same distaste for the horrible situations we dealt with every day in the line of our work. She was up front and honest, and she was attractive to boot. She was tall, an inch taller than myself at 6'1" with shoulder length blonde hair and a body that had given birth to two children and managed to bounce back pretty well. Her breasts had to be at least a 34 D from what I could tell looking down the opening V-neck of her scrubs whenever I could. She was 45, but you wouldn't really know it.
I never really noticed Linda's age as we got to know each other more and more, but I did notice I had growing attraction for her. She had a wit and confidence that was irresistible, the kind of personality that was beautiful and special without even trying. As the next few weeks progressed, we began confiding in each other. Her live in boyfriend was a nice guy, but he was also an obsessive jerk who had to control her and say mean things to her. Her frustration made me feel bad, but I did my best to counsel her.
"It feels so pointless sometimes," she said as I watched her check the respirator equipment. She worked the machines as though it were second nature as I put new blankets on the patient in B-bed. "It's like I can't win with him."
I shrugged. "Maybe that's the whole point."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Look," I said, flattening out the sheet, "He sounds like he's the kind of guy who has got to have total control all the time because he's probably never had any ever in his own life. Making you feel bad in his way of feeling good."
"That's a bold observation for a 23-year-old," she smiled.
"I like to think of myself as a very young Yoda," I took the dirty linens over to the hamper and dropped them in. "I mean, my hair is already falling out, my ears stick out and half the time I'm here the smell is making me turn green."
"Your hair is not falling out," she consoled as we washed our hands in the bathroom. "It's just receding, like Bruce Willis or Tom Hanks."
"You're sweet, but by the time I'm 25 I'll be Kojak."
Linda laughed. "Who loves ya, baby?"
"Exactly."
We moved on to the next room and began our tasks. Typically, the aides are paired off together and work as a team. But today my partner was Stan, and since Stan had been there since they opened up this wing of the hospital ten years ago, he felt he had the right to watch the hunting and fishing channel whenever he wanted. Since most of our patients were comatose or quadriplegics, they didn't really complain either. Truth be told, I was glad Stan was off doing his own thing. Spending time alone with Linda was becoming the highlight of my day. And she obviously was enjoying it too, because she often came into the rooms I worked in more than any other.
"You're too hard on yourself, you know?" she said as she examined another regulator.
"Just being honest about myself."
"Well, I think you're adorable," she smiled. "You've got beautiful eyes, a great smile, you're in great shape and you have a nice ass."
I felt my heart jump at her compliments. "Wow, aren't we being forward today? Flattery will get you everywhere," I said, being as bold as I knew how to be.
"It's true. I'm not the only woman to say so either. Do you work out?"
