Date: Sun, 24 Dec 2006 16:11:58 +0000 (GMT)
From: SheWhoWrites <shewhowrites@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Night Shift

After a break of far too long, I present my new story! Usual warnings apply
- this story contains sexual activity between two women so please do not
proceed if you are a minor, this is illegal where you are, or it is likely
to offend you.

I continue to welcome comments at shewhowrites@yahoo.co.uk

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			      The Night Shift
				    by
			       SheWhoWrites

	I was shattered at midnight and really didn't know how I was going
to keep going until nine, when I was due to go home. This was the third
night shift I had to work in a run of seven. and I was not having fun. At
least, I thought, as I headed down the empty corridor, I didn't have to do
this again for a couple of months once this week was over.
	I found a phone, and dialed the number that was flashing on my
bleep. Someone at the other end picked up.
	"Hi, this is Ellie, House Officer on call," I said.
	"Hi Ellie," said the female voice, "can you come to Clifton Ward? A
few jobs for you."
	"Sure, be there in a few minutes."
	I hung up and yawned. Probably just menial tasks that the nurses
could do if they wanted to. Hurumph.
	I made my way through the maze of corridors to the ward, where the
lights were off apart from a dim one around the nurses' station. When I got
to the desk I saw the list of tasks for me. Mr Hitchcock needed a new
cannula. Various patients needed fluids written up. Re-write a drug chart?
No, that could wait until tomorrow, when the usual team were back.
	I went into the clinical room and got the bits I needed for the
cannulation, then I found Mr Hitchcock in a side room, lightly asleep.
	"Mr Hitchcock?"
	Groan.
	"Mr Hitchcock, it's the doctor. I need to put a needle into your
arm so you can have some fluids."
	The elderly man looked at me sleepily. "What's wrong with the one I
have?"
	I looked at the Venflon in his right forearm. The skin around it
was red and looked angry. "That one isn't working any more."
	"Isn't it? Oh, alright then." At least I wouldn't have to persuade
him. He obviously just wanted to go back to sleep.
	I put my tourniquet on his left arm just below the elbow and tapped
his skin so that the veins would come up. I was anticipating a difficult
job but a vein appeared fairly easily, so I decided that would be the
one. I disinfected the skin, snapped on some gloves, and got the cannula
out of the packet.
	"Ok, Mr Hitchcock, nasty scratch now."
	He hardly flinched as I pierced his skin with the needle and didn't
move as I advanced the cannula into his vein. I suppose he was used to it --
he'd been in hospital for a little while. I released the tourniquet,
dropped the needle into the sharps bin and flushed the cannula. The small
saline bolus passed easily, so I taped down the cannula and bade Mr
Hitchcock goodnight.
	Back at the nurses' station, I sat down to write up the fluids,
checking the blood results of the relevant patients on the computer in
front of me. Nothing too tricky. I had a look at the drug chart that needed
re-writing but it didn't need to be done until the morning, so I left that
behind.
	As I was leaving, I passed a tired looking nurse who, I guessed,
was the one who had bleeped me.
	"I've done those jobs, apart from the chart, which can wait for the
team in the morning. Is there anything else here?"
	"No, not for now. We'll let you know if anything comes up."
	"Okay, thanks," I smiled, "see you later."
	Back out in the corridor, I decided to head for the doctors'
mess. No-one else had bleeped me, and I'd been round most of the wards to
see what they had for me. Might as well put my feet up for a bit while it
was quiet.  As I turned a corner, I saw Zara, my Senior House Officer,
walking towards me. She smiled when she saw me.
	"Ellie, did Clifton Ward call?"
	"Yeah, I've just been there."
	"Good. They bleeped me, saying they wanted me to do cannula, but I
told them call you."
	I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for that."
	Zara winked at me and grinned. "I knew you appreciate it. No, I
would have done it, you know, but I had to go upstairs. Patient dropped her
sats, so I go and see that."
	"Ok, no worries. Is she okay?"
	"We got her stable. The Reg is still there, but I must go to A&E."
	"Do you need me?"
	"No, not for this. You look tired, go and rest for a bit. I call
you if any problem."
	"Cheers Zara. See you later."
	She walked on, towards A&E. I looked on for a moment or two, just
because I knew I could get away with it. Zara was stunning. Ever since I'd
started working on the same firm as her I'd been quietly besotted with
her. She had beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair that was always in a ponytail
at work but still made her look so sexy, and she smiled often, which always
made my heart skip a beat. And she had such an amazing figure, which she
certainly knew how to dress. Zara was from Poland. Even her accent drove me
wild.
	But she had a boyfriend. I never said anything to her about what I
felt, although she knew I was gay. She was my immediate senior; I found her
to be the best SHO I'd worked under in my short career, and not just
because I was biased. She was always friendly, keen to teach and generally
help me out, and never seemed to take out her frustrations on anyone, even
when I knew she was stressed. We worked well together, and enjoyed each
other's company, so I kept my thoughts to myself.
	I turned on my heel and continued on to the mess. When I got there
it was empty, but the TV was on, showing the late night news. Nothing
terribly important seemed to be going on in the world, so I switched it
off, put my stethoscope and bleep on the table next to me and lay down on
the sofa.

	About an hour later I awoke when I heard the door close. I opened
my eyes and saw that Zara had come in. I swung my feet off the sofa and she
sat down.
	"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she said.
	"That's okay, I was just dozing. Anything happening?"
	"No, A&E is almost empty now. Thought I come and see what you are
doing."
	"Not a lot, as you see."
	"So, you dreaming? Not of me, I hope."
	I looked at Zara, wide-eyed. "What?"
	"What, you think I don't know? I'm not stupid."
	I was still half asleep, so my brain wasn't moving very fast. "What
do you mean?"
	"Like earlier. I can see when you look at me when you think I am
not looking. I know what you are doing."
	"That's ridiculous! I mean..." I was struggling for words.
	"Is it? That would be shame. Because you are also very... good."
	I tried to speak, but unformed words stuck in my throat and
wouldn't come.
	Zara lifted her stethoscope away from around her neck and placed it
on the table next to mine. I noticed she was leaning quite close to me. She
was often pretty tactile, but this seemed different.
	"What are you saying?" I managed to ask.
	"Shhh, we don't need to talk now." Zara leant in closer and kissed
me gently on the lips. I hardly moved, although I could hear my heartbeat
loud in my ear. She pulled away again and looked me in the eyes. She was
smiling, but looked more intense than she usually did. I leant towards her
and kissed her back, opening my lips slightly and softly exploring her lips
with the tip of my tongue. Her mouth opened a little, allowing my tongue to
just enter and meet hers. At first my movements were tentative, but as my
confidence grew and Zara opened up to me our kiss grew in depth and
passion. I shifted my body so that I was leaning more over her now, and I
had one arm around her, pulling her body into mine. My hand found its way
underneath her top, and I gently started to caress her skin, which was firm
yet silky. I thought about how long I'd been imagining this to myself,
wanting to touch her so badly, and now it was happening and it felt
amazing.
	Zara had one arm around my neck and the other against my
back. Still kissing her, I ran my hand up her stomach and against her
breast, feeling the soft fabric of her bra and her flesh straining against
it. I could feel that her nipple was hard, and I wanted to feel it against
my tongue. She seemed to be having similar ideas, and didn't object as I
pushed her top up, exposing her bra, and undid it. The garment loosened
enough to be moved up and out of the way, and at last I was able to drink
in the sight of Zara's naked breasts. They were as I'd imagined -- large
enough to be a handful, small enough not to cause a danger of
suffocation. I teased her erect right nipple with the tip of my tongue and
she writhed around beneath me, trying to push her whole nipple further into
my mouth. She was too delicious to hold out, and I obliged by sucking it in
between my lips. Zara let out a long, low groan of pleasure.
	For fairness' sake, after a short while I transferred my attentions
to Zara's other breast. Her hands were in my hair, guiding my head to
wherever she wanted me and ensuring I stayed there. While I toyed with her
pink nipple with my tongue I started to unfasten her trousers. She moaned
her approval of this, and allowed me to pull them right down. I removed her
underwear at the same time, leaving her exposed pussy directly below me
and, judging by the musky scent to the air, ready for my imminent
attention. It did not occur to me for a moment that anyone else might come
into the mess, and I'm not sure I'd have noticed if they had.
	Having thoroughly feasted on her breasts, I returned my lips to
Zara's mouth and engaged in another long, deep kiss, before making my way
back down her body, my tongue barely leaving her skin as I did so. As I got
lower, her legs parted, until I was hovering just above her waiting clit.
	"Please, Ellie, do to me... yeesssss."
	The first taste of Zara's soaked pussy was a delight -- and the way
she squirmed as I ran my tongue all around the folds of her sex made me
wetter myself. I began by focusing on her clit which felt hard under my
tongue, as though it was straining for my touch. I lapped hard against it
and Zara groaned deeply; I could feel her hand in my hair again and she was
evidently keen that I carried on as I was. Against my chin I felt that she
was becoming wetter still, and I moved my tongue downward and pushed it a
little into her sex. She felt so tight, and I wanted to explore further, so
having sated my hungry tongue with her juices, I returned my mouth to her
clit and pushed an index finger slowly into her.
	This brought about an even more positive response and, feeling her
open up ever so slightly, I added a second finger and gently began to suck
on her clit, which by now was completely engorged. Zara's moans became
louder and I could see that she had her head tilted further back and her
eyes almost closed. Her expression was one of submission to pleasure, and
as I built up a thrusting rhythm inside her, her grip in my hair got
stronger. I ran my tongue firmly around her clit and alternated this with
sucking harder as my fingers plundered deeper into her hot pussy. Zara
became very vocal and was making words that I didn't understand, Polish no
doubt. I took it as a good sign and worked her faster.
	Suddenly all her muscles tightened, her head and shoulders lifted
off the sofa and she went absolutely silent, though her mouth was open wide
and her eyes screwed shut. I tried to keep my actions going as much as
possible, though the vice-like grip her legs now had around me made this
difficult. Some seconds passed until she relaxed and fell backwards, moving
her pussy away from me as she did so.
	I raised myself up onto my elbows and looked at her. Zara was
panting, but looked very content and was grinning widely at me. I couldn't
help but smile back. My hand was covered in her cum, as was the lower part
of my face, but that really wasn't a problem.
	"Is that what you had in mind?" I asked, cheekily.
	"No," she said, "that was even better. Now, take off your shirt. I
want to see you."
	I unbuttoned my shirt, which had miraculously avoided any of Zara's
torrents of cum, and threw it over the back of another chair. I felt a
little self-conscious, sitting before her in my bra, but that quickly
evaporated when she pulled me to her and kissed me again.
	"Next," she said between kisses, "you have to remove
trousers. Because it is my turn now."
	I smiled again and obliged, letting my trousers fall to the
floor. I really hoped no-one else would come in, but at the same time I
felt strangely drunk on what was happening so decided to just go with
it. Zara pulled me close again and kissed me once more, her hands roaming
all over my mostly-naked body. When she brushed close to my pussy I gasped
quietly, and she noticed.
	"Okay," she said, "I don't think you want to wait, do you? Lean
over the couch."
	I nodded, kissed her again, and knelt on the sofa, leaning my upper
body against the back rest. Zara got up from her supine position and placed
herself behind me, her hands going along my sides and underneath, so she
was cupping and kneading my breasts against her palms, through my bra. I
felt her run her tongue down my spine and it sent shivers all the way
through my body. When she pulled down my knickers so that they were around
my knees I was so desperate for her touch against my clit that I thought I
might explode.
	When she did touch my clit at last, it was Heaven. I thrust myself
back at her hands, and she responded by rubbing my clit between thumb and
forefinger and making me sigh with pleasure. She ran her other hand up my
inner thigh and started to play with my opening at the same time. I was
willing her to enter me but she did not immediately oblige, instead teasing
me with her fingertips. I was so desperate to feel her inside me it almost
ached, but at the same time what she was doing to my clit was
divine. Zara's lips were against my lower back, and every so often I felt
her gently biting my skin there.
	At last she pushed three fingers deep into my pussy. It felt
amazing and I pushed back against her, trying to encourage her to go as
deep and as fast as she could. I was so wet and so aroused that I needed
her not to hold back. She didn't. More and more quickly she was thrusting
into me, my whole sex enveloping her fingers as she continued to rub my
clit which by now felt on the verge of exploding. My breath was now coming
in short gasps and I was so close.
	Zara pulled back and added her fourth finger, before driving
forcefully into me again, and that pushed me over the edge. I was so full
and having so much of her hand inside me, so exquisitely, caused me to cry
out with pleasure as my pussy contracted around her. Wave after wave
coursed through my body, until my clit became over sensitive and I couldn't
take it any longer.
	I fell sideways onto the sofa, pulling away from Zara's hand and
panting heavily. "Fuck me," I muttered incredulously.
	"I think I just did," said Zara, and I smiled.
	Now I became aware of where we were and the chance of being walked
in on, so while I wanted to enjoy the afterglow, I realised I had to make
myself decent and probably quickly. Zara must have had the same thought,
and we grinned at each other while we grabbed our clothes and hurriedly
dressed. Once she was presentable again, Zara lent in and kissed me
tenderly.
	"I want to stay here," she said, "but there are things I must
do. But I see you later on? If you want?"
	"I'd love you to. More than you know," I said, smiling back at her.
	She picked up her file and headed out of the door, glancing back at
me as she left. I went into the bathroom and rinsed my face, not quite
believing what had just happened. My bleep had remained quiet throughout
and I was now physically exhausted, so went back to the sofa, lay down
again and closed my eyes.

	Later, but I don't know how much, I was woken by the familiar
`beep-beep'. I groggily read the number, forced myself up off the sofa, and
picked up the phone. It was the Medical Assessment Unit, and they wanted me
to come and admit a new patient.
	I hung up, stretched, and smiled to myself. I was still thrilled by
the night's earlier activities, and set off for MAU with a spring in my
step.
	About half way there, I saw Zara in the corridor again. She was
heading for the mess.
	"Where you going to?" she asked.
	"MAU, someone to admit," I replied, trying to read her expression.
	"Oh, ok," she said, "well, I'm going to go to the mess and sit down
for a bit, so I might see you later."
	"Sure, yeah..." I said, slightly puzzled. I wasn't expecting her to
be different with me in the hospital, but there was not even a hint of
acknowledgement of what had happened. "Have you been busy?" I asked.
	"Oh yes, so busy. I have hardly stopped all night."
	As I continued on my way, it occurred to me that I'd dreamt the
whole thing. Sudden disappointment filled me. "Ellie, you idiot," I
muttered to myself under my breath. I had really believed that what had
happened with Zara and I was real. That was remarkably stupid of me. Be
realistic, I told myself.
	I wandered down the corridor to MAU, but as I did so I caught sight
of myself in the window looking out onto the dark night. Something wasn't
quite right. I looked closer, and saw that two of the buttons on my shirt
were not done up.
	Perhaps...?