Chapter 3
“She was amazing, wasn’t she?” The smell of food filled the kitchen as Marshall stood there, an apron wrapped around his waist. Allen was next to him, cutting up some potatoes for their meal, his mind far away from the current situation.
As he continued to slice, his mind wandered to the nurse yet again. There was something about her that made him feel like never before. There was a tingling sensation that overwhelmed his entire body whenever he thought about her or anytime she was nearby. He didn’t know what was happening, but a part of him enjoyed it, a lot.
In his current daydream, he didn’t pay attention to his actions. All of a sudden, he sliced through his finger. “Ow!” he exclaimed, pulling back and holding his finger.
It was bleeding profusely and he cursed under his breath at his clumsiness. His finger started to throb with the pain. Before he could do anything, Marshall was by his side, wrapping a paper towel around the injured finger.
“It looks deep,” he said with concern as he looked at his friend’s cut. He sighed. “You need stitches.” Allen sighed as well, realizing he was right. A few minutes later, they were pulling up to the clinic and Marshall was organizing some medical supplies. Soon enough, Allen’s wound was patched up. “What were you daydreaming about that you allowed this to happen?” Marshall implored.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie. I’ve known you long enough to know when you lie and when your mind is lingering on other things. It’s Hazel, isn’t it? You like her, don’t you?”
Marshall’s face exploded with excitement, certain that he was right. It was written all over his partner’s face. He grinned. “I knew it.” His voice sounded almost cocky as he started to put away the supplies.
Allen sat there, looking grumpy. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was true. He really liked their new nurse. She was nice, caring, and incredibly beautiful. To be honest, he couldn’t keep her out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried. “Why don’t we invite her to dinner?” Marshall finally offered as he leaned against the wall.
Allen’s cheeks reddened at the thought. A part of him wanted to agree with the idea and yet he hesitated. Why would someone like Hazel be into him when Marshall was in the same room? A pang of jealously ran over his face.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Marshall cooed, trying to persuade him further. Allen took another moment to gather his thoughts. Finally, he gave in and nodded. At the very least, it was worth a shot.
*****
Meanwhile, Hazel couldn’t believe how fortunate she was to get this new job. Working at the clinic was a lot of fun. Not to mention, she had a pair of rather attractive bosses. She thought about them as she stepped into the bathroom.
Stopping in front of the mirror, she admired her reflection. She moved her hair to the side, before pinning it behind her ear. Was she beautiful? Sometimes she couldn’t be sure. Still, for the short time that she had worked at the clinic, Marshall had made several passes at her.
It was not unusual for her to feel his wandering hands on her body. She had come to enjoy it, a feeling of naughtiness taking her over whenever this happened. She never even imagined to call it sexual harassment. To her, it was more of a compliment.
But what interested her more was Allen. There was something about him that caught her attention. He was so shy and serious that it gave him an air of mystery and made her want to know him even more. Still, his shell was so hard to crack.
Maybe she could come up with some sort of a date where they could get to know each other better in a non-professional environment. But would that be appropriate? Hazel bit her lip as she started to undress, her mind lingering on these questions. She was torn between what she should do.
Once she was done undressing, she turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. She stood there completely naked as her mind wandered into naughtier territory. It conjured up fantasies she kept hidden away at the back of her mind.
As she stepped into the shower, she allowed the water to cascade down her body as her dirty thoughts fermented. Her fingers ran down her body as she imagined the two men joining her in the small shower.
The idea of the three of them inside the shower made her moan softly. She could almost feel their bodies pressed against hers, their hands running all over her body. Her breathing became ragged as her fingers began a lustful tease. Slowly, they entered inside of her as the room filled up with a thick steam that fogged up all the mirrors.
Her moans echoed through the room as her hands worked harder, taking her to the edge and back. By the end of her fantasy, she pictured both of them taking her at the same time. She had dreamed about a threesome dozens of times, but this time, with real partners playing in her mind, it made the situation seem more attainable.
What if she managed to persuade them to have a night of fun with her? Maybe she would jeopardize her job by doing so but it might just be worth it.
Finally, she moaned loudly as her thoughts reached their culmination. She gasped, sliding down the slick shower wall until she was sitting down on the floor. Her eyes remained on the stream of water flowing down the drain as she tried to regain her composure.
It was a wild fantasy and while a part of her was hopeful that it could happen in the future, her pragmatic side forced the lustful desires to the back of her mind once more.
Once they were safely locked away, she got up and started taking a proper shower.