Fun Time At The Hospital

Disclaimer: I own everything in here. EVERYTHING! But it's not related to anyone or any situation or anything-anything-anything ever. What else.. oh yeah, nothing is real, don't go shoving blue substances where they don't belong, etc… now read!

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Doctor Scott Knudson rubbed the short stubble on his chin. He breathed out a sigh while his bright hazel eyes flickered between the clock that hung on the nearby wall and the chart he held in his hands.

At twenty five years old, Dr. Knudson was the youngest doctor currently on staff, which meant he had to put up with all the joshing from his coworkers, the nurses, and even some of his patients. It didn't help that he struggled to grow facial hair as is. Standing at 5'10'', with a slender build, he barely passed for twenty.

Flipping through the chart with another sigh, his eyes roamed through the information quickly, then closed it and began walking to the patient's room. If he made this quick, he could get out onto the course with his friends for their five o'clock tee-time. Although his specialty is in gynecology, with the hospital extremely short staffed due to the nurses' strike, they all but told him to get some time in down here. Needing the money – as are most doctors who are unlucky enough to not have a trust fund – he had accepted.

One of the very few nurses that crossed over the picket line, Nurse Halston, gave him a pitying look as she pushed another chart into his stomach.

"Oh come on," he whined. "My shift ends in ten minutes; I should be out of here within twenty five minutes! I've got a chart already."

"I'm sorry, Scott, really, but doctors need to check off on their physicals."

He gave a quick glance at the chart, and then debated out loud. "So she also needs a physical? Sport's related for both of them. I wonder if I could… no, no that wouldn't work."

Curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, "What is it?"

Scott clapped both of the charts together, and then took off towards the patient's rooms. "Oh, I've got a handle on it. Don't worry!"

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A young teenager, no more than fifteen years old, sat patiently as he awaited the doctor's arrival. He straightened his posture, not wanting the doctor to think he was as bored as he appeared. It seemed like an hour had passed since the nurse had left, mentioning that the doctor would be in just a few short minutes. He leaned back in the plastic chair, letting a breath out through his lips.

A soft knock at the door sounded like heaven to Mark, and he perked up as his doctor poked his head in.

"Mark Saudin?" He asked hurriedly.

"Uh, yeah," the teen started. "That's me."

"I'm Dr. Knudson. Listen, sorry for the delay, but I had to run the idea by the other patient first. Are your parents around?"

Mark shook his head, his spiked up blond hair not wavering in the slightest. "No, my dad went to run an errand once I got in here."

"Ah, alright, well, if you'll come with me I'll explain on the way, but we're going to be changing rooms." The doctor said, his lips moving a mile a minute.

"Okay…" Mark replied tentatively, yet still frozen on the chair. However, one "hurry up" motion from the doctor got him moving out of his stupor, and the two were soon blazing through the halls of the hospital.

The pair finally stopped as they reached the elevator. After waiting a brief moment, the door slid open and Dr. Knudson stepped in quickly, followed by Mark. The boy looked up at him, his soft brown eyes conveying a look of confusion.

"Right, so, here's the gist of it. We're short-staffed, and I've got a tee-time I gotta make. I don't want to rubber stamp your physical and find out you have something wrong, and I've got you and another patient left. You both need your physicals done, so in order to save time, we're going to get you both in the same room."

The elevator came to a stop and they both stepped out, Mark still a bit confused as to what exactly was going on. "So you're telling me I'm going to get my physical done with some other guy in the room?"

Dr. Knudson came to a stop in front of other patient's door, and chuckled as he rapped on it. "Who said anything," he began as he placed his hand on the knob and started to turn it, "about there being another guy?"

He gulped as he watched the doctor waltz into the room, saying some words to whoever was just outside his sight. You mean… I am going to have to drop my… some woman is going to see… he thought while he shifted his weight from his left foot to his right. I-I've never even had a girlfriend yet. He thought dejectedly. It not like he was ugly, or rude, or that he emitted some foul stench that kept females at bay. He was just shy. He knew he was shy, and it killed him to admit it, but that's who he was.

"Mark, would you please join us." The doctor said as he sat down on his stool.

The teen walked forward, taking a seat closest to the door – and farthest from the girl. He lifted his gaze towards the woman on the table, and froze; his eyes popped open wide.

She sat there, her feet dangling her sandals in just the cutest way; nice long legs, short jean shorts, leading up to… - Mark's breathing hitched. His eyes darted up to her face, and his face burned with embarrassment as her blue eyes locked with his. She gave him a courteous smile before looking back towards the doctor to finish up her history, leaving Mark to wonder if she had actually caught him ogling her or not.

"Okay, Jenifer, if you'd just lie back, I'm going to palpate some areas to make sure there's nothing abnormal."

"Sure thing, Doc," the girl replied, her shoulder-length brown hair flowed backwards as she did as she was told.

"Mark," the Doctor said, startling the boy half-to-death as he tried to keep his mind busy with non-sexual things. "Do you work out regularly?"

"Um, yes, sir."

"Have you ever passed out or nearly passed out during or after exercise?"

"No," he said in a soft voice. Agh, speak louder! She's going to think you're a pussy!

"Have you ever had discomfort, pain, or pressure in your chest during exercise? Or has your heart raced or skipped beats during exercise?"

He took a breath, and then exulted, "No," his voice cracked. Darn it! He yelled at himself and shot his gaze elsewhere, scanning the room as he itched to get this over with and get out of there.

As he glanced around, something, a small clear round tub, rather, caught his eye. It sat on the counter behind Jenifer, holding some weird looking blue substance. "Hey, what's with that blue stuff over there?" Mark asked.

Dr. Knudson lifted his gaze towards the object in question, and then smiled as he took his hands off Jenifer and set her back up. "That right there is a new lubricant that's being pushed on us Gyno Doctors." He explained as he moved over and started taking Mark's blood pressure.

"What, like KY?" Jenifer asked.

"Not exactly, although, more research is still being conducted," he replied. "Unlike KY, it's not meant for sex. It is suppose to help ease the female patients and alleviate their stress. It's like a calming agent, or so they say. I just had some delivered to my office earlier today. I've read some of the studies done, and it seems to produce some.. wild effects if used in excess."

"Dr. Knudson," a nurse said as she poked her head in. "Your friend Jeff is on the line, he says it's urgent."

Dr. Knudson rolled his eyes, writing a few numbers down on Mark's chart before putting it on the table. "I'll be back in just a little bit. We can finish up and you two can be on your way."

"Oh… okay." Mark said, watching the two exit the room and close the door behind them.

A few minutes passed by, and still, for the life of him, Mark could not gather up the courage to start a conversation with the beautiful woman in front of him. All I have to do is say something! Anything! He balled up his fists while he gathered up his courage and took the plunge.

"So you're pretty quiet, huh?" The girl asked, her sharp blue eyes regarding him in a casual manner.

"Uh, yeah… I guess. Sorry." he mumbled, averting his gaze to his feet.

She gave an easy laugh and crossed her legs. "Don't worry about it. Mark, right?" she asked, and he nodded in response.

"Hey, um," he began, rising his eyes to meet hers, "Jenifer, right?" Ugh! That sounds so stupid! Don't repeat what she just said!!! His face heated up as she bit back a giggle. "S-Sorry, I-I mean.. well," he stopped. He couldn't make a bigger idiot out if himself if he kept quiet, he reasoned to himself.

"Go on," she said lightly, waiting for him to continue.

Crap! He thought, flustered that she didn't let him off the hook. She seemed genuinely interested in the conversation, or, maybe she was just bored. Whatever it was, Mark decided to press on and finish what he started. "What uh, what sport are you getting this done for?"

"Tennis. I took third in State last year as a Sophomore, so hopefully this will be my year." She smiled again, her soft features and seemingly easy-going nature helped to put Mark more at ease with every passing second. She was actually quite affable.

"That's cool. I bet you'll take first easily this year."

"Heh, yeah, that'd be nice. As long as I stay healthy, I think I'll have a shot."

"Yeah, I got hurt at the end of my baseball season last year; had to sit on the bench for the final four games, plus playoffs. It sucked. I'm actually a little nervous for tryouts this year. It'll be different doing things live."

"Why? 'Cause of the big time layoff? Maybe you should use some of that blue stuff to calm your nerves." She suggested, reaching behind her for the tub that held the translucent blue substance.

Mark got up to get a closer look, curious to see what exactly the new product was. He reached a finger in when Jenifer removed the top, and rubbed the thin substance between his thumb and index finger.

"Well?" she asked, her voice holding a hint of curiosity.

"I.. I don't know. It… doesn't feel any different." His sharp dark-brown eyebrows scrunched downwards as he thought about the product. "Maybe it only works if it's applied in the correct area?"

Jenifer hesitated a moment while her brain processed the information. "You mean…" she trailed off.

"Wanna give it a try?" He asked her in jest, a small grin playing across his face.

"Only if you try it with me," she said, chewing her bottom lip, unsure if she should actually go through with it.

He gulped at the implications while his heart started beating to a quicker pace. He nodded his consent – sure that his voice would fail him.

The pair laughed uneasily as they both stuck a couple fingers in, both dragging out healthy globs of the blue substance.

Jenifer looked at him; giving him an amorous glance that was met by his own hazy gaze. "Ready?" She asked with a toying smile.

"Do I just, uh, spread it on my…" he blushed, unable to finish what he was going to say in front of such a pretty girl.

"Yeah, and I'll just put it in my…" she trailed off as well.

"One," he said, his fingers unsteadily unbuttoning his shorts.

"Two," she matched him, unbuckling her own pair and getting her fingers ready. Her breathing hitched as she waited in anticipation, unsure of what she was about to experience. A part of her, however, wanted to see what it would be like, and felt a rush to be doing it alongside her new cute friend.

"Three," they said in unison. Mark got to it immediately, smearing the gel-like substance on his semi-hard member and his ball sack, while Jenifer hesitantly pushed one finger experimentally inside of her opening. Feeling it slide in resistance free, she added a second finger, surprising herself, since normally she could only get one until things started to heat up.

The room grew silent as both teens waited for something – anything – to happen. It dawned on both, however, that nothing was happening, and they were basically feeling themselves in front of a complete stranger.

Jenifer was first to start to remove her fingers, when she felt a sizzling jolt course through her opening. It felt like ice-cold water was just poured inside of her, yet alighting every nerve ending around. She gasped audibly as it switched over to tantalizing warmth, causing another bundle of nerves to fire off rockets of pleasure towards the brain.

Mark removed his hand from his boxers, startled by Jenifer's reaction. Her mouth was now open, emitting small whimpers and groans as the substance inside of her worked its magic. Her body shuddered, her limbs visibly trembling in front of him. Her eyes seemed dilated, and her breathing began to get heavier and heavier. Concerned, he placed a hand on her shoulder, yet quickly recoiled as she let out a strangled sound.

"I… think I used…. t-too much." she ground out; her insides turning to jelly, swirling around in a chaotic rampage that crashed down into her core, sending her flying down on the ground in a heap of muddled limbs.

"Oh my god!" Mark shouted as he reacted a few seconds too late to break her fall. He quickly helped her up, and in the process both his shorts and hers fell to the ground, but that was the least of his worries at that point. His eyes darted down where there seemed to be an excess of liquid coming from her vagina, and it boggled his mind as to what it could possible be. Girls don't get that wet, do they? She's gotta be having a seizure! Was his first thought, but a pair of hands on his shoulders caused him to look up.

Jenifer's blue eyes bore into his brown ones. Her hair was disheveled, her lips full and kissable. Her cheeks tinted red, and lower, in between her chest and neck, more red. Her whole being, her whole image just screamed, begged, pleaded to be thrown down and fucked.

She gasped as the strange sensation that had held such a strong grip only moments ago, faded, and released her.

Mark was caught off guard as she stumbled and collapsed in his arms. "Are you okay?" he asked with a worried look on his face.

Jenifer felt her face burn as she realized she just had a major orgasm in front of, basically, a stranger. Her underwear was soaked through, something she had never, ever done before. "I don't know, but that was the strongest orgasm I ever felt in my life. I… could you get a few of those paper towels? I need to clean up."

As Mark did as was asked of him, Jenifer hooked her thumbs inside her underwear and slid them down her legs and off her feet. She groaned as the cool air in the room came in contact with her hot surface. It was weird, because at first, it felt cool, like chewing on some spearmint gum, but then it grew hot. Not painfully so, but it was obvious to her that she used way more than the recommended dosage.

"Here you go," he said as he knelt down beside her, handing her the paper towels. He couldn't help but look at the puffy opening of her sex, her lips engorged and peeled back, and her clitoris stood out as a hard nub. Her opening began to quiver a bit, and he couldn't help but run his hand along her inner thigh. He knew it was wrong, that she'd probably smack him and call him a pervert, maybe even call the cops, but he had to! His almost six inch cock was straining the front of his boxers like never before. He steeled himself to the task at hand, and, with a soft touch, slid his fingers up her inner thigh and cupped her sex.

He knew he should rip his hand off the minute he touched it, but he couldn't stop! Just a few seconds longer, he thought to himself as his thumb gently stroked the hard nub that stood out. The scream that followed, however, scared him so much that he fell backwards and hit his head on the floor. It wasn't enough to knock him out, but he was definitely dazed, and the beginning of a headache started to form.

He peaked up groggily, doing a double take as he did so. Glistening juices flowed out from her opening, pooling on the floor, while some stayed smeared on her creamy white thighs. He gasped, and even though dazed, his dick twitched painfully at the sight. Without conscious thought, he squeezed his thighs together, struggling to quell the deep bubbling explosion ready to come out.

"I-It's… happening….. again," she grated out between clenched teeth. "Indescribable… I need…." Her voice cut off as she choked back another moan. Her body was changing again. The heated warmth inside of her grew, leaving her feeling unrestrained. Chaotic emotions churned inside of her, smoldering deep inside, leaving a painful, empty ache inside of her. Wobbly, she crawled over to the sprawled out boy a few feet away and all but ripped his boxers down towards his knees. She gripped the hard piece of flesh and aimed it right towards her hole, and plunged down.

Mark howled, his teen voice cracking multiple times as her vagina seemingly clamped tight on his cock. So tight in fact, that he was afraid it'd be ripped off if she started moving too soon. Being a virgin, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before in his life. Blood was pounding through his veins; his cock was pulsing, growing even impossibly harder inside of her.

Her insides churned again, leaving the poor boy below in a cationic state. She felt the offending organ pulse and twitch inside of her, seemingly growing even longer. Everything seemed heightened, she all but cried as the strong waves of pleasure only seemed to intensify as the cycles wore on. They kept lasting longer each time, with more power, more force, more urgency, and no matter what she did to assuage it, it kept growing.

She looked down at the teen below her, his face in a mixture between pain and pleasure. "Oh, fuck yeah Mark. You're such a dirty boy; your thick cock ramming inside of me. Ohh fuck me," she said, mortified at the words that came from her. However, she couldn't stop the words from flowing out of her mouth. "You love my pussy, don't you? You want to fuck it hard, make me cum? Oh fuck! O-Oh fuck! Oh!" she yelled and froze. Her body painfully contorted, each muscle in an intense spasm, then quickly released, and a rush of liquid spilled out between their groins as she toppled on top of him.

Mark was on the edges of unconsciousness as he felt Jenifer's orgasm take hold, and he wasn't sure he breathed at all for that minute she stayed still, her breath ghosting across his ear sending tendrils of pleasure throughout his body. His cock twitched and throbbed inside of her, riding on the edge of completion – yet the combined effects from the gel hindered such a goal. He let out a whine of frustration and ground himself against her, his pubic bone grinding against hers. He began bucking desperately, his shoes looking for purchase on the floor to help drive him up inside of her as far as he could.

Like a dam on its last legs, Mark felt the walls crumbling down inside of him as he slammed home one last time. His balls nearly disappeared in his sack as they delivered jet after jet of creamy teen cum deep inside Jenifer's warm, wet pussy.

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Needless to say, when Dr. Scott Knudson came back in, he had found quite a mess, and quite a sight to behold.

Mark held Jenifer as they lay together on the floor, sweating, panting. The teen looked up at him, and crooked a grin, "That blue stuff worked great, Doc."

"Glad you enjoyed it," he smiled, "now get cleaning!"

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"Hey, Mark," Jenifer said, stopping him before he left the room.

"Yeah?" he responded, turning around.

She leaned up and placed a soft kiss on the side of his mouth, while at the same time sliding a piece of paper in his pocket. "Call me."

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Author's something or other: I haven't written in forever. What do you call these things? Author's end notes? Lol, ah well. So, I had this idea swimming around for awhile, and I wanted it to be a little something different than my Naruto fanfic: A Physical. I also just wanted to post something, just for fun.. because I can. And you will read it – AND YOU WILL LIKE IT! If not you'll be just like everyone else in the world. So be different and like this. Heh

That's all, expect something else… sometime.. within the next year!

Although, all kidding aside, I do hope to get some stuff out, as long as you guys like reading it. Because, really, I could let it sit on my computer forever. It's up to you all, hehe, but no pressure! Honestly