Authors note. I met a female police detective at a local police convention, and we had a few drinks at the bar. Well after a few more drinks, I really just wanted to get in her pants (big surprise,) but I had to settle for this story she told me instead.
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"Nurse Lewis, you're wanted in room 202," a loud voice came booming, into my ears.
"Oh that's me." I moaned to myself, still not used to it and still not believing that I'm still doing this. I use to be a police officer. I mean I still am, I have just been undercover so long sometimes I forget myself. It seemed like such a simple little sting when it all started.
It was my first assignment when I made detective, go undercover as a female nursing student and investigate reports that a professor was abusing his power and taking advantage of his female nursing students.
I entered the institution located in Southern Vermont, as a junior transfer student and basically went the whole year trying to blend into the student population. It was kind of fun, since I never went to college before, and yet at the same time it was kind of lonely too, because I was far from home and couldn't really tell anyone where I was or what I was doing.
I even worked in a nursing home over the summer to try an become more familiar with some of the other students, as well as the nursing profession, which I knew little about, even though my mother was a nurse.
The next year I had to sign up for the class that I was supposed to investigate, it was called Nursing Practical with Lab.
Little did I know what I was getting myself into!
My boss gave me strict instructions. I was to act just like any other student. I was only there to observe the professor, but take no action, unless I was in grave danger, as they wanted to build a rock solid case against him.
I found the class the first day, after some searching, as it was in the library's basement. Once inside, I examined the classroom. It looked like a combination classroom, medical room. It had the standard school desks and teacher's brown table, but it also had two hospital beds, and two exam tables complete with stirrups, which make any woman's heart race. There was also two large white cabinets filled with medical supplies and a large stainless steel sink. I also noticed that the room had it's own bathroom, and the door said it contained showers as well.
I scanned the class, once it filled up. There were about 30 women, but only two men, which didn't surprise me, because this was the middle of the 80's and nursing was still considered a woman's job, maybe it still is. I saw some of the girls before in my previous classes and at work, but I didn't call any of them friend, as it was a little harder to fit in then I originally thought. Even though I was only twenty-seven, I felt like an old-hag compared to the young coeds, who seemingly bopped around without a care in the world.
I took a seat near the back.
The professor suddenly entered the class. My eyes locked on my target. He was a decent looking man, probably in his late forties. He was also well dressed and well groomed. The professor introduced himself and handed out the class syllabus, before handing out the class handbook that the professor said he had written himself. He gave us some time to examine them, before he started a speech about the nursing profession. Saying how important it was and how important it was to be a competent one and so on. I was busy thumbing through the handbook so his exact words escaped me, but what didn't escape me were the pictures in the book. There were pictures of naked women being examined. There were breast and gynecological exam pictures. There were also pictures of nurses giving sponge baths and enemas. The pictures were all in black and white, but they still were pretty graphic and a little startling even for nursing majors, I assumed.
When the professor stopped his spiel, a good-looking blonde in the front row immediately raised her hand.
"Sir, I was looking at the second page of the syllabus and well...I mean it said the course, like requires that we be, like nude at times...What the?" She asked, her voice trembling, before trailing off.
Astonished, I quickly flipped to the second page of the syllabus, as the sound of ruffling paper filled the classroom, as most of the class seemingly followed.
"Yes, at times it does," the professor broke in. "This is a hands on course. It focuses on the medical knowledge that you should have learned in your previous classes. This class will show if you can apply them. So if you were going to perform let's say a chest exam. It's better that we find out here if you can do one properly and professionally, then have you fold in the field."
"So we will be practicing on each other?" The blonde quickly muttered.
"Yes, but it's done in a professional manner, like it would be done in the field. I know it's sounds embarrassing, but I'm sure that most of you know by now that being a nurse has its embarrassing moments incorporated into it. Part of the function of the class is to toughen you up, sort of speak. We can't have yah freak out the first time you see a private body part in the field now can we?" The professor teased and a few giggles followed.
Then he added with a laugh, "it's not like we all sit around here naked."
The class erupted in nervous giggling. I had to say he was very professional sounding. Yet my face was a flame. I noticed the girl sitting next to me raise her hand.
"What about the guys...I mean are we going to have to be naked in front of them too?" She asked nervously, for many of us I assumed.
"At times, but it's good that we have them here, cause it gives us a chance to work with both sexes," the professor answered. "I'm sure it will be just as embarrassing for them to be exposed in front of you as well," he added, as suddenly there were many hands in the air.
"Look at it this way, it's like when you learned how to drive a car. You just didn't get into the car and drive away. You had to learn to drive by practicing, and then you had to pass the driver's test to show that you were a competent driver. This class is just like that. You have to show me that you are a competent nurse before I will allow you to graduate," the professor said as even more hands went up.
"Put your hands down. If you have any more questions, read the first chapter of the handbook. It explains the course in more detail. It should answer most of your questions," he said holding up the handbook.
"And next class please bring back your signed waiver forms, or if you don't think you have what it takes...Hey not everyone can handle being a nurse. It's one of the toughest jobs on the planet. I suggest you drop this class and change your major!" The professor said in a dry harsh tone.
The class suddenly started to file out. I noticed there were all different size and shapes of girls in the class, many of them sporting panicked looks on their faces. When the guys left, I heard them taking about a football game, so I figured none of this bothered them.
As I walked down the hall to my next class, I stopped by my academic advisor. I was in luck as she was in. After a brief visit, it seemed the professor was right, if we didn't pass his class we couldn't graduate and since he was the only one who taught it, the professor certainly held the cards, to his student's futures, in his hands.
For the rest of the day I just couldn't get my first class out of my head. I read the waiver over and over. My hand even trembled as I signed my fictitious name to the form and dated it. I couldn't believe that we would have to be medical models for each other, as so far we have just watched videos and practiced on dummies.
The night before my next class, I took a shower, slipped on my robe and returned to my room. My roommate was out for the evening, as she normally was. I found myself staring into the full-length mirror that was on the back of the door, my reflection staring back at me. I made sure that the door was locked, like ten times, then as I trembled I slowly opened my robe. I couldn't believe how embarrassed I was just looking at my naked body like this. I suddenly pictured a room full of people staring at me.
"Did I have a nice body?" I asked myself.
I blushed, as honestly I just never even thought about it before. I looked closely at the mirror, my 5'7" 125 pound reflection staring back at me. My heart was racing as I focused on my chest. I slowly caressed my medium sized breasts in my hands, my nipples immediately responding to my touch. I started lightly pinching them; they were getting so hard. Man, I was so embarrassed, even though no one was even there. My long erect nipples always did that to me. My hands traveled down my trim stomach, down to my thighs, then into my inner thighs. I ran a finger over my light brown pubic hairs that match the color of my hair. I swim to keep in shape, so I keep my pussy neatly trimmed, but never dared to shave it. Running my finger along my pussy lips, I'm surprised at how wet I had become.
"I can't be turned on about the thought of being naked in a room full of people, can I?" I asked myself.
Maybe it had just been to long without sex. I don't know what it was, but I just couldn't stand the itch any longer. I jumped on my bed and began violently masturbating with a hairbrush. I even found myself imagining the professor licking my pussy right in front of the class. This quickly brought me to a powerful orgasm, before I slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming erotic dreams.
The next day I woke up, surprised that I was still naked, as I never slept in the nude. I couldn't believe how much I was thinking about that class. It was and early morning class so I had to rush to get there on time, arriving just as the professor walked in.
"Ah Miss Lewis you just made it," the professor said with a smile.
"Thanks," I mumbled a little surprised that he knew my name and thankful that I still did.
"Francis, right?" He moaned.
