College Memories
Copyright© 2026 by Reltney McFee
Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - What happens when folks swap stories of their sexual escapades?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Mult Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Double Penetration First Oral Sex Doctor/Nurse
The next night, we all shuffled in, took report, checked on our patients, and generally got our night shift started. We chatted occasionally, when we were charting, or waiting for triage to get done with the next patient.
Eventually, we got every dispositioned: the admits were, miraculously, admitted, the discharges got discharged, and there were (surprisingly!) no drunks, “metabolizing towards freedom” (tucked into a cart, restrained when they wouldn’t couldn’t get with the program, IV’d, and generally killing time until their blood alcohol drifted down to nearly functional levels-well, functional levels for us mere Earthlings. For the Pro Drinkers, and Space Aliens who subsisted on ethanol, well, they would still hang with us until the doctor approved concentrations of alcohol were reported by lab. Turn our lodgers every hour or so, baste lightly with margarine and herbs, rest for done-ness around 0600. Easy-peasy.)
So, anyway, there it was, something like 0400, and we were caught up. Charting was complete, stocks checked, cots made, laundry changed out, trash emptied.
It was getting to be time for Story Hour. Melody had been the Maiden Of Honor last night, so that made her The Dealer. She shuffled the cards, so to speak, and looked straight at me.
“So, Leah,” she began to deal. “Last night I told y’all how I spent my weekend...”
“Not all of it. You left us hanging somewhere around 11 o’clock Friday-or was it Saturday?- night!” interrupted Bethany.
Bethany received a schoolmarm glare over the top of Melody’s glasses. “Alright, I told you how my weekend started. Now, I pass the baton to Leah. So, sweetie, how did you spend your weekend?”
I looked around. Andrew, again, was doing his best to appear like one of the office chairs. Everybody else was plainly expecting a tale of romance and hotness like Melody had shared yesterday.
Nope.
I cleared my throat, and revealed, “Um, well, you know that Josh and I are kind of homebodies. Since he gets detailed to the ambulance, he sort of lost his interest in going out anywhere there is a crowd. Neither one of us drink: you all know how many drunks come in here all grabby and assholish, who would want to set themselves up to act like that? Nope, we just had a nice weekend home with the kids.”
Melody fixed me with over-the-glasses, “don’t you bullshit a bullshitter” look, and sighed.
“OK, Leah, since you are now a little church mouse, living your tranquil, boring, little church mouse life, what about before you settled down?”
I suppose I looked like a deer in some headlights. My mind went completely blank. Nothing. I got nothing.
Melody “helped” me out.
“C’mon, Leah: how about your first time?”
First time. Something I could hold on to.
“Uh, well, gosh, I don’t know...” I began.
All the other girls piped up. “C’mon, Leah! Spill it! Tell us the tale!”
I cleared my throat. “Well, okay. Here I go!”