I was new to nursing and the unit at our local hospital. I was shadowing another seasoned nurse named Cassie for my first few weeks. On one of my shifts, Cassie and I went to the supply room to gather a list of medical dressings. The supply door clicked shut behind us, the dim fluorescent light flickering overhead. Suddenly, Cassie pressed me against the cool cinderblock wall. Her body was giving off pure heat, as she pressed into mine with the kind of urgency that comes from twelve hours of holding everything together. Her lips crashed against mine without warning, hungry and a little desperate, tasting faintly of spearmint gum and adrenaline. I gasped into her mouth, my hands instinctively grabbing her as she pinned my wrists above my head with one strong hand, her thigh sliding between mine like she already knew exactly what I needed.

She broke the kiss just long enough to smirk, her breath hot against my ear as her free hand slipped down the front of my scrubs, lowering her fingers past my elastic waistband.

“Shh,” she whispered, even though we both knew the risk made it better. Her hand pushed inside, past the thin fabric of my panties, and when her fingers finally circled my clit through the damp cotton, I bit down on her shoulder to muffle the uncontrollable moans that began to flow out of me. She rubbed slow, deliberate circles at first, teasing, then faster, pressing harder until my knees buckled and she had to hold me up against the wall with her whole body. Her mouth pressed against mine again as I began to quiver from the orgasmic pleasure that was happening right there among the gauze and gloves.