Chapter 6 by Zingiber

What's your next Move?

Maybe one of the new fathers?

After a few days at Labor and Delivery, you're starting to get into the routine. One thing you notice is that often the guy - the expectant father or new father - ends up crashing on a cot like you've done after a long shift. Except they get a little room.

Maybe if they have a rush of babies or something, they'll run out of rooms on the L&D floor and a loose dad will need escort to another quiet place, or home. He might be eager to dip his dick, either from missing sex with the mom, or excitement from being a new dad. And he won't give you any trouble after, because he's got bigger things on his mind.

You keep an eye out and make sure you're carrying a little quickie kit -- wipes, lube, condoms.

Jennifer laughs when she hears your plan. "Let me know if you need to borrow my car if you have to take your cheating dad home."

"Jennn," you say, irritated. "Like you wouldn't."

"Maybe I'd sneak off with grandma," Jennifer says. "Or mom's little sister. I like to keep my acquaintance with dick purely professional."

You giggle. "Professional." You curl your fingers into a circle and move your hand up and down.

Jennifer snorts and shakes her head. "Highly paid professional," she says. "I'm going to be a doctor, not a fluffer. If a guy needs to give a sample, he's got to do it himself." She sighs and shrugs. "Good hunting, Kel. Let me know if you need the car."

You and Jennifer came out here in her car, a bitsy little city car, but it was plenty for the two of you. It was great having time together on the road. You split the driving and made it here in a day and a half straight. Jen looked goofy cute sleeping in the car seat, but you resisted leaning over and kissing the drool out of the corner of her mouth. Friends. Just friends. Really. The farthest you've ever gone with a girl was with Nurse Gloria at the welcome party. The feeling of her tongue on your clit is still with you, and whenever you think of it you get a little squishy.

You don't mind the notion of lezzing out a little while you're on this nursie thing. I mean, the idea never really bothered you, but you never quite understood how cunt-crazy Jennifer got. She'd just chew through one girlfriend after another--almost literally--until she got accepted to Lambda Sigma Pi. "I get plenty of pussy now," Jen had told you. "Mmmm, pie."

So because Jennifer was your best friend, you jumped at the chance to join her in this nurse training program that was recruiting at her sorority. Jen had given you an in, and now you were roommates again, out here. Late at night, just like before, you sent yourselves off to sleep with your vibrators. Jen's was a big ball-ended one that snuggled up between her thighs and against her pussy lips, and your vibrator was a realistic cock shape. It felt good being full of cock when you vibed yourself off.

Roll +COOL(-1) to STALK one of the new dads: 3, Miss.

Unfortunately this week at Labor and Delivery is a slow one. Fortunately this means you get more attention from the experienced medical staff. Jeannie Goodchild, nurse-midwife, the head of Labor and Delivery, looks like she's going to be a patient soon herself.

"That's right," Jeannie said, "I'm due in the next two weeks."

"Can I?" Jen asked, holding out her hands. "For good luck?"

Jeannie laughed. She raised the front of her maternity smock, baring her large round baby belly. Jennifer put her hands on Jeannie's skin, gently embracing Jeannie's roundness.

"So, Jennifer, Kelly, can you tell me?" Jeannie asked. "Has the baby dropped yet?"

On Jeannie's desk is a picture of her and her wife Laura looking shiningly happy together. Jennifer manages to tease out of Jeannie that the biological father is actually Laura's brother. They'd skipped the turkey baster thing and had him make his donation directly via penis into Jeannie's vagina until Jeannie had seen +++ show up on her pregnancy pee stick.

Jeannie added, "Each time when he was done donating, I stayed on my hands and knees and Laura vibed me to orgasm. That helps conception, you know."

Jennifer had laughed. "I know. Too bad not having an orgasm doesn't do much for contraception."

The longer you work in L&D, the more signs you see that most of the women on staff are GAY AS FUCK and not shy about getting pussy action anywhere at work they can close a door. Not exactly what you expected around here.

Of course, this hospital was chosen by Brenda Box, an ambitious, successful graduate of a lesbian sorority. After that, Brenda rode dick into a marriage for money and social advantage. Some of her friends stayed loyal to pussy like that fitness millionaire and her kinky San Francisco banker girlfriend. Margaret and Frieda, you remember. Something about starting up a business intern program next.

So you might be waiting a while for dick in L&D. You figure you should steer clear of the doctors, anyway. You start daydreaming about the emergency medics. There must be some guys happy for some quick action.

Or maybe Gloria would... You feel your cheeks go hot, remembering Gloria's tongue on your pussy. Off like a damn rocket. Maybe Jennifer was right and you were really more lesbian than not.

Or maybe one of the other trainees would know if somewhere else in the hospital, there was some loose dick you could point your way.

Later on, Dot, the little freckled redhead, says that you might have a chance to catch some dick at Emergency. Her ice-blonde training buddy Anna shrugs.

Margarita and Olivia are doing a rotation in Physical Therapy. "You might think some of the guys are cute," Olivia says. She smirks at you from under her cap of tight pencil braids. "Maybe you should twist your ankle or something and get him to look at it." Margarita has another thought. "There's the guys that drive the medical transport shuttles, too. You might be able to catch one after he drops off a patient here, or back home." Olivia tilts her head. "Oh, yeah, there's this lady who comes in Tuesday and Thursday for therapy. She's got a driver who just kinda hangs around waiting. Flirts with the therapists a little. I mean, if that's your thing."

You're not into faking an injury, or getting a real one. And you don't actually want to miss any time. It's fun working in Labor and Delivery, and Jennifer is practically sparkling. She had some notion of training up to be a high-priced specialist, maybe a surgeon or something, but maybe she'd be at home in OB-GYN, her workdays even more full of pussy than her love life.

Maybe that chauffeur guy?

Roll +COOL(-1): 6, Miss.

The therapy lady's chauffeur is a nice guy with a broad smile and a cute European accent, he's actually some kind of exchange student from Austria who's doing this job informally before he heads back home, taking over from the lady's regular driver for a while. But either you're not smooth enough or he's a little dense, so by the time he realizes you're actually hitting on him, it's time for him to go.

"I hope I see you again, Kelly," he tells you.

"Me too, Kristian," you tell him.

But he's helping the lady back to the car before your brain circuits connect enough to ask how to get in touch. Next Tuesday or Thursday, you guess.

But your aching feeling doesn't want to wait that long.

You find out that one of the patients at L&D is being taken home by shuttle after an early labor scare. Everything has calmed down, so Janine's getting a ride home. Your ears prick up, and you ask about following along to see how that part of the job is done.

Roll +COOL(-1): 3, Miss

But if the driver has a dick, she's left it in a drawer at home. Corrie is a friendly, square-built woman with her silvering brown hair cut sensibly short, but not Lesbian Haircut short. Jennifer always teases you about having no gaydar, and really, you're getting no vibes one way or the other. Corrie's happy for your help dropping off Janine, and she chats with you on your way back to the hospital. She used to be an emergency medical technician. "But the crazy hours were getting old," Corrie says. "And my aunt left me some money, so I didn't need the EMT pay any more. This job is more my speed. And it has benefits, and I like the people. Most of them, anyway."

Jennifer sees Corrie when you get back to the hospital. When Corrie leaves on her next run, Jennifer says. "Total lez. Did you hit on her?"

"Um, no," you say. "She was a lesbian?"

"I swear, Kelly," Jen says. "Vibes so thick you could spread 'em with a butter knife."

Your mouth waters and you swallow. "When's the end of our shift?"

"Hour and a half. Buck up, Kel," Jennifer says. "Hey, I heard this town even has a lesbian bar. You want to come with me and get lucky?"

"Um?" you say.

"I'll pick her out," Jennifer says. She tilts her head and looks at you. "Sports girl. Or maybe a hippie dyke."

You frown. "Are you sure?"

"You're not having much luck catching dick, Kelly," she says.

You agree to go along with Jen. At least it will be nice to do something after shift other than stuff your face and crash out asleep.

And what the hell, maybe there'll be a guy there. Designated driver or something.

Jennifer helps you dress for the night, tugging your top and skirt until they're just right, and then she drives the two of you to The Crater, the bar near the college that Jen claims is a lesbian night spot.

Roll +COOL(-1) to see if maybe there is a guy hanging out at The Crater: 6, Miss.

It's the same story as with Kristian. By the time the dude realizes you're not just teasing him, his three friends come back, drunk and giggly and ready to move on to someplace soft and horizontal. He looks over his shoulder as he heads out the door. You chew your lip with frustration. Usually the dick comes to you, and you can't seem to catch one with both hands.

Jen laughs. "I'm pretty sure that guy was bi," she says. "The preppy looking drunk girl is probably his girlfriend, and the other two are going to give her a lesbian initiation while he goes out to pick up pizza for them."

"Is that gaydar or X-ray vision?" you ask Jennifer.

She shrugs, turning her palms skyward.

"So I think I got a girl picked out for you," Jennifer says.

Your shoulders tighten. You know how to let guys pick you up. You don't really know how it works with girls.

"Relax, Kel," she says. "Let me set it up."

Roll +COOL(-1) to connect with Jennifer's choice: 6, Miss.

But Sylvia -- the gal in a rugby shirt with a buzz cut -- laughs and shakes her head.

"Nope," she tells you and Jennifer. "I'm the only straight girl on the rugby team. Sorry!"

Her boyfriend arrives. He's as tall, dark, and lean as Sylvia is short, pale, and solidly built. But he has the same haircut, a velvet-short buzz.

"Take me home, Reg," Sylvia says. "I want to get naked."

"All these dykes turning you on, Syl?" he asks.

"All the kissing and hugging and slow dancing," Sylvia tells him. She waves to you and Jennifer. "Bye-bye, good luck!"