It's really Stephanie, sneaking in to pay him some extra special attention

...A nurse with golden ringlets and 34DD tits bulging under her scrubs.

Stephanie gave me a quick wave, stifling a giggle at my shocked expression. “I know you’re kind of an insomniac, so I figured you must be bored out of your mind after we all go home. Figured I’d sneak in and pay you a visit.”

She had bought a pair of scrubs from a local provider, and kept a straight face walking into the hospital–which was apparently all it took to make it past security.

“Wow,” I stammered. “You really are a good actor.”

She just smirked at the compliment (Stephanie always did have a bit of an ego) and quietly slipped under the covers with me, snuggling up nice and close. It wasn’t the first time she and I had laid down together, but the fact that she was going so far out of her way to be close to me this time made our snuggling a bit more intimate.

Sure, she was wearing scrubs–not exactly the sexy nurse costumes of yesteryear–but I still enjoyed the feel of her warm body stretched out against mine. And I was just wearing that damn hospital gown under the covers, allowing Stephanie to tenderly trail her fingers up my bare leg.

A week in the hospital also meant a week without jacking off or any kind of sexual relief, and her tender touch on my thigh was all it took to get my young penis throbbing hard. Her lips brushed my ear: “You know I feel really bad about what happened. We all do. If we’d been there, we would have backed you up. Helped even the odds, six on five.”

I slid my hand up from her hip, beneath her scrubs, caressing her bare back. Looking her in the eyes, my words just slipped out:

“I love you guys.”

Stephanie stiffened a bit at that, so I quickly clarified, “I don’t mean, like, romantically. Honest truth is I don’t exactly have, like, ‘a crush’ on any of you.”

She let out a little sigh, somewhere between relieved and disappointed. “You know,” she said, “We sometimes wonder about that amongst ourselves. Like, ‘Is Ian head-over-heels for one of us and he’s just too scared to admit it?’ We feel bad about teasing you sometimes, worrying it might be hurting your feelings if you really were in love with one of us. We don’t mean to lead you on or anything, it’s just fun seeing your reactions.”

“No, I’ve never felt like that,” I assured her. “You’re all just my friends, and I like that you’re all just my friends. I don’t know if I’ve ever gotten along so well with anybody. But I am a guy and you are all so unbelievably gorgeous, it can get confusing. At least for certain parts of me.”

Stephanie laughed out loud, quickly cupping a hand over her mouth to block the sound, not wanting to give away her presence to any passing hospital staff.

“Does that make sense?” I asked.

“That actually makes a lot of sense,” she answered, “You’ve really cleaned yourself up in the past year and I sometimes I look at you and I can’t help but have, you know, certain… thoughts.”

She snuggled up even tighter against me, head nuzzled to my shoulder and her hand continuing to drift absent mindedly up and down my bare thigh. From this position, my mouth was less than an inch from her neck and my breath made her shiver. “What kind of thoughts?” I asked.

“Just, you know, like rolling around with you on a big bed without any clothes on. Stuff like that. It’s like you said, I don’t like you as a boyfriend or anything. I’ve had crushes on plenty of guys, that’s not what I mean I don’t want you to freak out or anything. It’s just confusing sometimes, like you said.”

I gave her neck a gentle little kiss and she closed her eyes, clearly a bit nervous to be discussing this with me. Her hand slid up a daring few inches, grazing the bottom edge of my bare ass. I’m sure she could feel my erection in her hip. “Do you have those thoughts about me?” she asked.