As the title says. I'm a doctor, and one of the usual things you'll hear us make fun of during residency is the idea that people could have sex in the hospital, which is one of the most un-sexy places in the universe. Which is usually true.

But one night, I was on call, and I saw a friend of mine who is in a surgical subspecialty. Their program is much better funded than mine, so instead of the rows of shitty rooms with terrible beds, they have a call room tucked away on the top floor of the building in a wing that otherwise has administrative offices. They also have a fucking double bed. And the worst thing is, they usually do call from home, so the room never gets used.

So anyways, this friend and I had hooked up once or twice during med school after parties. We stopped because she started seeing someone, but recently had broken up. At around 11PM I got a text from her asking for some advice about a patient with a medical issue (something I know much more about) that was probably not worth a full consult. I texted back, and we started going back and forth. She asked if I was having a busy night, and I told her no - frustratingly, I had gotten only 1 (which is insane), but I still couldn't sleep. This is a common problem for me - I almost never sleep on call, which is brutal.

She offered her call room, as she was planning on going home to sleep. I enthusiastically accepted and wet upstairs to meet her there.

This call room is swank. It has a bathroom with a shower, and, like I said, a double bed. It even has a window. I nestle up, and try to drift off to sleep, but can't.

I was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling still, when about 2AM I get another text from my friend, asking if I'm up. I tell her I still can't sleep. She asks if she can come up to the call room for a second.

When she gets in she explains she was called in for a trauma that might have needed their services, but the patient died before she arrived, so she came in for nothing (this is also, sadly, not uncommon - we talk about death like it's nothing in our jobs). She has to be back here at 6 to pre-round before her day in the OR, so she was wondering if she could sleep in the call room.

I say it's not a problem, and get up to start gathering her stuff, when she clarifies:

"No, you don't have to leave! It's not like we haven't shared a bed before, and anyways, I wouldn't want to kick you out. We'll just have to make sure to stagger our exits in the morning so it doesn't look weird."

I agreed, and she started to come into bed. I was in my scrubs, because I have a role where I sometimes have to be somewhere fully dressed within about a minute of getting a call, so putting shoes back on is usually the best I can do. As I said, she usually takes call from home, so it didn't totally surprise me when she turned away from me pulled her scrubs top off to reveal a sports bra, some cute blue panties.

"Like what you see?" she asked, looking around and noticing that I had been watching her undress.

"Sorry," I said, "instinct"

"Haha, it's okay. Happy to put on a show," she said turning around and pushing her breasts together a little bit. I didn't think much of it, and she climbed into bed.

I was a little bit surprised when she cuddled up next to me, so we were in a spooning position. We probably had enough room on the bed to give eachother more space, but it was nice feeling her warm skin pressed against mine. For the first time in the night, after being awake for almost 20 hours, I started drifting off to sleep. My arm was in kind of an uncomfortable position, so I wrapped it around her, asking "is this okay?" to which she gave a nice little mumble of ascent.

I woke up an hour later to my pager beeping. I looked at it - low priority, and grabbed my cell phone from the side table to call the nurse back. Tylenol had fallen off of a patient's orders. Fuck my life, I get 3 hours to sleep and I'm woken by this?. Nurse took a verbal, and I apologized to my friend for waking her. She said it was okay. She had been laying on her stomach, but now scooched back into the spooning position.

And this was when I noticed how hard my cock was. As many guys know, once you start dreaming its very common to have a hard on, even if the dream isn't sexy at all. But I was aware of it because this bed was in a corner of the room, and my back was pressed against the wall, and I had nowhere to go as she inched her ass back to me.

There's no way she didn't notice this. "Sorry," I said, "you know, bodies..."

"Don't worry about it" she mumbled, and grasped my arm to put it on her side.

Now I was laying here, my hand on her bare hips, and my cock wedged against her ass. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep like this. I was incredibly horny, and a little bit stupid. I shifted my hand onto her belly, and started gently rubbing circles on it. She let out a soft "mmmm" of satisfaction. My hand slid down, tracing just above the top of her panties, and she shifted her hips, moving a bit against my cock. I slipped my hand a bit lower, enough to still have a tiny bit of deniability, and felt the top of a light bush she hadn't had the last time I saw her naked. She caught her breath, and started stroking my hand.

When you're this sleep deprived, you're basically delirious, it's almost like being drunk, and what happened next still feels like a dream. I shifted my hand down, and she parted her legs. I slipped a finger onto her clit, and she moaned. I slid my other arm under her, and traced circles around her nipple through her bra, and she started grinding against my cock. I slipped a finger into her, and she was lightly wet, and whispered a small "yes."

Finally, she grabbed my wrist to stop my hand, and shifted her hips to pull her panties down. I took the clue and pulled my scrubs and boxers to my knees. We went back to spooning, moving together, my hands roaming all over her body. We were both too tired to be particularly purposeful, but my cock felt the warmth of her slit sliding against it. We pushed and grinded onto each other, and then she leaned her back forward and flexed her hips, and the head of my cock popped inside of her.

She felt amazing. I hadn't had a long term girlfriend since high school, and my sex had always involved condoms. She was the first bare pussy I ever had, and I was in heaven. I pulled her tight to me, clutching at her as we gyrated in unison. I reached down past her bush again, and started rubbing her clit in slow circles. This whole time we had barely said a word to each other. I circled her clit, and heard the ragged breathing that I remembered as the prelude to her cumming. She always had small, little orgasms, and could have a lot in a row. She started trembling. Shuddered slightly. I paused as she came on my dick, and started moving with her as she started moving again.

I was in absolute bliss, and I felt like I was going to cum. I suddenly realized we hadn't talked about *any* of the stuff we should have before starting to do this - protection, STIs, anything. We were too tired, and too animalistic. I managed to breathed "I'm close."

"Yes..." she moaned again

"I'm going to cum," I repeated, and her only response was to moan harder and push further back onto me. I couldn't have held out any longer if I tried... and I wasn't trying. I couldn't worry about knocking her up right now. I just needed to fill her. My cock spasmed as I clutched at her, pulling myself as deep into her as I could, spurt after spurt of my cum filling her pussy. When I finished, and came back to my senses, she was still having an occasional aftershock go through her - I think she came with me.

"Thank you..." she murmured, as exhaustion took me, and we fell asleep.

I woke up to her alarm at 5:45. my cock had fallen out of her while we slept, but we were both still bare from the waist down, and she felt so good curled up to me.

She got up, went to the bathroom, and put her scrubs back on. She kissed me on the head and I went back to sleep. When I woke back up, I texted her on the way to my morning handover, asking about plan B etc. She was on birth control, so that was all fine, and as of her last boyfriend was STI free - we'd both get tested in a few months to make sure we were good.

As I was opening the door to my handover room, probably the best rested I had ever been after a night of call, she texted me: "We should do that again"