We were deep into the early morning hours, and Carol had more she wanted to tell me about her past. What she had told me so far was not necessarily something I wanted to hear. It was interesting, titillating, and the supportive pictures she had shown me had raised my temperature. The rest of the story was interrupted by crying, some embarrassment on her part, and concern that I would end up not liking her. That latter part would increasingly become the focus of her telling me her tale. Though shaken by the disappearance of the older man that had brought her into this new world of pleasure and sex, Carol got through the rest of her graduate program and began her first job as a nurse. Up to that point all the clinical work had been educational. Now it was for real. A few months on the job, and she became more comfortable, and made new friends among the nurse and young doctors and medical students. Early on, she had been asked if she wanted to visit the closet, or a closet, or something like that. A nice young third year medical student had asked the question, and not understanding his question or even knowing what he meant, she simply indicated “no” and moved on. On break, and at lunch in the cafeteria with two of her nurse friends, one made a reference to another nurse and that nurse’s visit to the closet. Carol interrupted her friend’s story to ask about the closet. This hospital was a big place, a little city in fact. Thousands worked at the hospital, from the most senior medical staff to the most junior maintenance people. Inevitably, in that climate, there would be people who found each other attractive and in need of physical attention. The closet was a euphemism for a place to go in the hospital where two people could be alone; where they would not be disturbed or seen. “You know,” said the other nurse, “a place for a blow job or more.” “You mean the guy wanted me to suck his cock?” Carol asked in disbelief. “Well, he wasn’t looking to carry on a conversation with mersin escort you,” was the sarcastic response. The comment elicited a good laugh from the three women. One of the nurses was not all that attractive. The other was very attractive with a nice figure. Carol saved her questions for the one more likely to know more about the closet thing. Carol endured some teasing from the others about her being asked to go to the closet by a medical student and her naiveté in not understanding his request. She did not know what the young student was suggesting, but held to her story that she really did not hear him clearly as he had asked her in a low whisper. On the way back to her station, Carol hung back with the attractive nurse and asked if the closet story was really true. “Honey,” the nurse responded in a slow southern drawl, “if you need to get laid, pick yourself out a good looking young doctor or medical student and mention the word closet. See how fast he comes running.” More alert to the situation, Carol began to notice some of the nurses being overly friendly with students and doctors. Some were being so obvious in their remarks and body language that it was a wonder that they even took the time to find a room. On the night shift, in particular, Carol would notice a young doctor whisper something to a nurse, and then the doctor would disappear into a vacant room or linen closet, soon to be followed by the nurse. Ten minutes later, the nurse would exit the room or closet with a glazed look and red lips, having obviously given a blow job to her medical friend.She was mortified that she had embarrassed herself with the medical student. She was also concerned that he may have told others that she had shot him down and that staff and students might now avoid her. However, being very horny herself, and excited about the adventure and risk, she sought out the medical student. It wasn’t that Carol feared that she would never be asked again about the closet, mersin escort bayan it was more that she wanted people to know that she wasn’t a prude. As long as she was seen as an attractive lady who had an interest in sex just like any other woman, she was okay with never being asked again. She had learned by now that she could get any guy she wanted into bed. But she was deluding herself. Not the part about being able to get any guy she wanted. She knew the signals to send, the look to give, the subtle nuances and touches that would let a guy know that she was interested. It was the part about it being okay if she was never asked again about the closet. Carol was masturbating a lot, sometimes three or four times a day. Even at work, she would steal a few minutes and masturbate in the stall in the ladies room. She could give herself huge orgasms with the right thoughts and fantasies about certain guys. But she missed a man’s touch: the way a man could make her feel, the intimacy, and the way a man could make her cum. Being fucked in some little room by a stranger was a lot better than masturbation. She found the young man with his friends in the cafeteria. She approached the group and asked the medical student if she could speak with him later, whenever he had the chance. She could hear the “ohs” directed toward the young man as she walked away from the table. It did not take long. Maybe fifteen minutes later the young man found Carol on the floor where she was working. “You may have misunderstood me the last time we spoke,” she said with the courage only horniness can give a person. “You’re voice was so low, I wasn’t sure what you were saying. I just wanted you to know that.” She gave the young man her best cum fuck me look and walked away. That night, while headed to the ladies room, she heard the young man whisper her name and call her into a short hallway. “Can we talk in that room over there?’ he asked. “Sure,” she said, and the two escort mersin walked over to a small room that contained extra beds. The young man was nervous, and asked if she was okay with this. “Okay with what?” she asked him, teasing and playing dumb. “This,” he said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his erect cock. Carol said nothing and reached out and took his cock in her hand. It wasn’t as big as others she had seen, but she liked the shape and how hard he was. Knowing that every word and every touch was going to be related to his friends later than night, and that his friends would tell the story to others, Carol almost overplayed her role. She stroked his cock with her hand, as his pre-cum squirted out and coated the palm of her hand and the shaft. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, and moaned and tossed her head back when he squeezed it. The young medical student shot his load all over her hand and arm, before Carol could even squat down and take his cock into her mouth. “Oh shit,” he said. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold back.” He kept on apologizing and trying to clean her arm and hand. She kept on re-assuring him that it was alright. She had every intention of dropping her pants and letting him lick her love hole. But, the young man couldn’t wait to get out of the room. He left her standing in the room still cleaning cum off her arm. She made a mental note of something she already knew quite well. The next time, make the guy do all the work first. By the next day, she knew that word had spread about the new nurse. Students and doctors all smiled at her, and even some of the nurses seemed to know what had happened. Carol visited the closet as often as she could, with a variety of guys, including some of the older doctors. She developed a reputation for being bold, into everything, and for satisfying her partner. There were hand jobs, blow jobs, bending over tables to be fucked, and even, on occasion, anal sex with a doctor smart enough to bring plenty of lubrication. Visiting the closet was not her downfall, however. It would be the staff parties where she would both shine and flame out. Private parties, whether at the home of nurses, medical student or certain of the medical staff, were known for their debauchery.