Educating new intern doctors

When Nurse Carlson's orgasm subsided, Maureen gently withdrew her gloved finger from her supervisor's rectum. She disposed of the glove and handed Nurse Carlson her vibrator.

"Thank you, Maureen, you have a nice touch," Nurse Carlson said, smiling at the young volunteer. "Now let's get washed up, we have to get right to work."

Maureen gently sponged Nurse Carlson's pussy and ass and reapplied fresh lubricant. Maureen was tempted to kiss her supervisor's pink buttocks, but before she could follow this unprofessional urge, Nurse Carlson raised her scrub trousers and lowered her tunic.

The two of them stood by the pedal-operated sink and washed their hands.

"Normal wash, Maureen," Sandra Carlson said. "We may have to do a sterile scrub later, depending on how things go."

"What's going on, Nurse Carlson?" the young volunteer asked as they washed up.

"First-day orientation for a new crop of interns," her supervisor said. "You and I will be demonstrating sexual hygiene and comfort mating with them, but we may also be attending them in the wards and possibly in Surgery."

Maureen's eyes widened.

Sandra laughed. "You shouldn't expect too much from the poor young doctors," she said. "It won't like a grand family anniversary with you and I as the top matrons covered by a string of bucks and junior wives. More like a bad dormitory mixer crossed with health ed. To tell the truth, once they're working, most of the interns are too tired for more than an oral or manual release before falling into a cot. Though we sensibly assign shifts and cots in pairs so the poor dears can cover each other most of the time."

Maureen had seen the interns' paired cubbies, but since she could only mix with them with her volunteer supervisor present, she hadn't got to know much about them.

Nurse Carlson led Maureen to one of the practicum classrooms. Sharon Woods, the instructional facility assistant, helped them select and set out the necessary equipment for a sexual hygiene demonstration. The front demonstration island already had a grab bar for standing rear entry mating. Looking at the bar, Maureen tingled at the memory of her first comfort mating last week.

Sharon Woods showed Maureen how to prepare the fold-down seat used to support standing frontal mating and attach it securely to the mounting holes on the demonstration island.

"You won't be demonstrating the lie-down shelf today," Ms. Woods told Maureen. "Those are set up in areas where there is more extended waiting time."

"Yes, Ms. Woods," Maureen said earnestly.

Ms. Woods laughed. "Call me Sharon," she said. "I'm not one of the medical chain of command, so all I ask is that you respect the facilities and equipment and clean up after yourself."

Maureen smiled. "Thank you, Sharon," she said.

Ms. Woods looked over to where Sandra Carlson was checking through the hygiene supplies. "Will you want the examination table today?" she asked.

"Yes, Sharon," Nurse Carlson said. "Would you set it up in front of the island?" she asked.

Ms. Woods had Maureen help her wheel out a portable medical examination table into the classroom and lock it in place close to the grab bar. "You really want to make sure the wheels are locked out, and the feet are down and secure," Ms. Woods told Maureen as she demonstrated the locking mechanism. "It's bad if the table rocks because you mis-balanced it, and worse than embarrassing if the table moves."

"Yes, Ms... Sharon," Maureen said.

"You see the foot-pad here? This is where a man would stand when he covered his mating partner. Or a woman with a harness, the same way. You see it's attached to the frame?"

"Yes," Maureen said.

"That helps keep the table from sliding around with the thrusting," Ms. Woods told her. "And here?" she continued, pulling out a padded, vinyl covered shelf. "For the knees if the receiver wants to lie back and the covering partner is most comfortable climbing on top."

Ms. Woods showed Maureen the other features of the medical exam table that she needed to know relevant to comfort mating, then she pointed to the bar. "See the black pad underneath the grab bar?"

"Yes," Maureen said.

"That's to provide improved foot grip. Again, we want to make sure no one slips when they're getting carried away with mating," Ms. Woods said.

Nurse Carlson added, "You have to watch a bit for spilled lube and let the housekeeping staff know. It's dangerous to leave it wet or slippery for the obvious reasons, even with the better traction from the surface."

"Oh," Maureen said.

Ms. Woods helped get everything set up in the right place, then left Nurse Carlson and Maureen to conduct the class.

Soon after they set up, the new crop of medical interns entered the room. Maureen almost giggled. They looked younger than she was expecting, less confident and, well, doctorly than she thought they'd look like. Out of the twelve, there were even four men -- maybe twice as much as usual for medical students. Well, Miss Peppertree had suggested Triptolema Hospital because it was progressive, and here was the sign. Some of the male doctors she had met had almost prime-matronly attitudes.

Nurse Carlson introduced herself and Maureen. As Sandra Carlson went through the introductory material, Maureen looked at the young doctors, appraising them with shy little glances. Eight women, in the utility gowns common to hospital staff, with their hair pulled back, pinned up, cut short, or covered. One of the women caught Maureen looking at her and looked back, holding Maureen's eyes with her own appraising gaze. Maureen felt warm and tingly. Her eyes darted away, and she looked at the young male doctors. They were dressed similarly in utility gowns, and mostly seemed to have the distracted look of bookish young men who read too much and dreamed of life outside their mother's circle. But one of them had been eyeing Maureen, who discovered as much when she looked at them. She gave a little start, surprised at the forwardness of the young man's gaze, and straightened up to listen to Nurse Carlson in earnest.

Nurse Carlson reviewed the basic hygienic techniques required by the hospital and reminded the interns of the disciplinary limits for casual mating within the hospital. "Aside from the ethical and disciplinary limits pertaining to your role," she said, "you will be too busy for mating on duty. Please give yourself a quick buzz or toss in the dressing room when you need it. Off duty, your cots are in paired cubbies with a weekly rotation of cubby partners. Hospital policy encourages you to learn about each other's sexual anatomy and physiology and care for each other's needs as part of building a stronger intern class. Time permitting. Do not wake up your cubby mate if she's asleep. It will not be good for anyone's health." The interns finally laughed at this. "You may see your physician supervisor if you have any questions on this, or address them to me or the Teaching Superior Doctor Bonaluna." Nurse Carlson then called Maureen forward to assist with a demonstration.

"You all have vibrators," Nurse Carlson told the young doctors. "And if by chance you have misplaced yours, a nurse or volunteer," she said, nodding toward Maureen in her red-and-white striped outfit, "will generally be able to lend you theirs if it becomes important. Your physician teachers will discuss how and when it is appropriate to use your vibrator for the benefit of your patients. Today we are demonstrating recommended techniques. Maureen, if you would remove your gown, we can proceed."

Maureen removed her red-and-white striped tunic and folded it on the demonstration island. At Sandra Carlson's direction, she sat in the folding seat attached to the island, facing the young interns. Her bright red bush and raspberry-pink nipples were fully exposed, and her vulva glistened with the lubrication that Nurse Carlson had applied in the dressing room. She was left wearing her white hold-up stockings and white rubber-soled hospital shoes.

Nurse Carlson narrated as she took each step in the recommended protocol for vibrator release. Maureen's face and chest grew warmer and pinker with each minute. Though Maureen had frequently had sex in company -- like everyone -- this was the first time she had felt so many eyes on her, watching, staring as Nurse Carlson gently stroked the compact vibrator on her cushiony mound, on her swollen labia, and in the wet inner channel of her sex. Maureen's eyes darted from one doctor's face to the next, seeing their expressions change to mirror her own as the pleasurable tension built up in the core of her body under Nurse Carlson's expert sexual touch and the vibrator's steady hum.

She opened her mouth to moan and Nurse Carlson deftly introduced a foam bite pad. Her voice was muffled as was proper when a sexual comfort release was undertaken in close proximity to a medical procedure.

Nurse Carlson called one of the young doctors forward to give Maureen her climax as she sat, knees wide, on display to the whole room.