I am just waking up from surgery in the recovery room, and it isn’t 20 minutes or so when you introduce yourself as my nurse. We exchange greetings, although I’m still pretty loopy from the anesthesia, so I’m not sure if what I manage to say sounds in the least bit coherent. I can’t help but notice that you’re rather cute, and how sexy you look in your scrubs. We make small talk as you push my bed through the hospital. Taking the elevator up to the fifth floor, I can tell you’ve been gifted with a nice set of tits. Not wanting to be that guy, I try not to be too obvious that I’ve been checking you out during our trip up here.

You’re not the typical nurse. You’ve been known to play around with patients and doctors when it’s a slow day. On any given shift, you’ve been known to wear scrubs that are cute or tight fitting so they show off your ass. As we exit the elevator, you wheel me into my room and get me settled in for the rest of the day. It’s about Noon, so you go to check on your other patients. Returning a short time later, you inform me that my doctor has ordered a sperm sample. I’m surprised and confused, as I don’t understand why my doctor would order a sperm sample. “Are you sure he ordered a sperm sample? I had back surgery, why would my doctor want a sperm sample?” Confused by the whole situation, I lay my head back on the pillow and try to make the best of the situation.

A couple hours later, you return to my room with a tray that has all the equipment you’ll need for getting a sperm sample. Definitely feeling a little nervous as you get everything laid out, I can’t help but ask “so how does this work?”